#maiaizzy

[ghafahey]

no angels | maia & isabelle

[clizzy-is-pure]

Listen listen Maia is fuckin Clary AND Simon(and low key probably wants to fuck Isabelle too)

[murphysannie]

maia and izzy + 86

thank u angel for sending this one!! again im so sorry it took me so long!! 💖

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maia and izzy + “you’re important, too.”

Maia’s tucked under her uncomfortably warm bedcovers when the soft knock sounds at her bedroom door. She groans and pokes her head out the blankets with a cough that sounds more pitiful than she’d like.

“Who is it?” she calls.

The door opens a crack and Izzy pokes her head around it, long dark hair swinging with the movement. She’s wearing Maia’s denim jacket over a short black dress and a gentle smile.

“Hey, mi cielo,” she says, taking a step further into the room. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I’m fine,” Maia says, then sneezes three times in a row. “I’m just working up the energy to get dressed.”

Izzy sends her a look as she takes off the jacket and hangs it over the back of Maia’s desk chair. A stack of textbooks are piled on the desk, one left open and covered in Post It notes for her upcoming exams. At the side of the desk is a small waste bin, currently orbited by tissue satellites.

“Okay,” Maia amends with a grumble, “maybe I’m not fine. But you are. You should still go to family dinner - I know how important they are to you.”

“You’re important, too,” Izzy says immediately, coming to sit on Maia’s bed. She takes one of Maia’s clammy hands between her own, skin nice and cool against Maia’s. “Let me look after you.”

“But your family -“

“Maia,” Izzy says, dark eyes sincere, “you’re family.”

All of a sudden, Maia’s throat feels thick with emotion, her heart doing a little dance in her chest. Whenever Izzy says these kinds of things, like Maia belongs with her, like there’s no question about it, she never knows how to react. But it makes her feel all kinds of warm and safe and loved.

“Besides,” Izzy continues lightly, “they’ll understand - it’s Magnus, Alec, mom and Luke. I’d be surprised if they’re not round here within half an hour of me telling them we’re not coming because you’re sick.”

Maia lets out a croaky laugh. “I bet Magnus makes fantastic care packages.”

Izzy smiles at her, pushing her hair back from her forehead.

“I’m staying here,” she whispers, leaning close enough that her hair tickles Maia’s arm. She presses a light kiss to Maia’s temple. “Unless you want to be alone.”

Maia shakes her head at that. “I want you to stay with me,” she says, and wonders if Izzy knows she’s not just talking about right now.

Izzy strokes her thumb along Maia’s cheekbone.  “It’s a good thing I don’t scare off easy, then,” she says with a smile. “I’ve seen worse than a virus.”

Maia isn’t surprised. They always tell each other about their respective days over dinner dates, and Izzy seems to have no qualms discussing the dead bodies she examines and dissects with cheery enthusiasm. Maia likes to think she’s battle-hardened and not even remotely close to squeamish, but Izzy takes it to another level.

“I guess I should have known years of eating at the Jade Wolf would come back to bite me in the ass,” Maia says, chuckling weakly.

Izzy hums sympathetically, though her lips twitch into a brighter smile. After a moment, her hand falls from Maia’s face; Izzy’s clearly thinking as she chews on her bottom lip.

“When did you last eat? I’ll cook you something,” she offers, standing up from where she’s perched on Maia’s bed. “Some chicken soup?”

Maia opens and closes her mouth. Her eyes dart to the side.

“You don’t have to do that,” she says. Izzy looks like she’s about to protest, so Maia hastily adds, “I’d much rather you stayed here and cuddled me. Girlfriend duties, you know?”

Izzy’s face softens and she tilts her head. 

“Move over, then,” she says, and Maia shuffles over to make room for Izzy to curl under the covers with her.

Izzy’s arms encircle her and Maia rests her head on Izzy’s chest, closing her eyes on a contented sigh. Being sick is the worst, but with Izzy, she feels better already - at least until she sneezes a record five times in a row, and then she just wants this damn thing gone.

[enkelimagnus]

Rain - Mizzy

Femslash February: Prompt 21 - Rain - Mizzy - Maia/Izzy

Izzy usually hated having her hair wet, if it wasn’t in the shower to wash them. Something about the way she felt, looked and smelled after getting caught in the rain just utterly annoyed her.

But right now, as Maia and her were racing, hand in hand, heels taping against the concrete ground, she couldn’t care less if her hair, or face were wet. She probably looked like a mess, some of her makeup wasn’t waterproof.

It was a warm night of summer, and the rain was quite pleasant to feel against your skin after a day in the suffocating heat of New York in July. They were running together, laughing out loud and running down the stairs of the subway.

They rushed onto the subway platform, panting and wet, grins onto their faces. That was one date to remember. They’d gotten a bite at a small restaurant in Upper Brooklyn before going down to the Brooklyn Bridge Park to walk a little.

They had been both a little tipsy and happy, and holding hands, chatting. There had been something warm blooming in Izzy’s chest, making her feel so soft. Maia had watched her as she talked, and she had felt like she was allowed to giggle, and be as frivolous as she wanted.

Maia always made her feel that way. She made her feel like she was allowed to act however she wanted. She wasn’t a soldier when she was in Maia’s arms, in Maia’s gaze. She was not a Lightwood, not the daughter of Circle members, or the sister of the Head of the Institute. She wasn’t an ex-addict, she wasn’t anything but a girl. A girl in love.

Maia brought her back to the present as she pulled on her hand to walk into the subway car. The thing was entirely empty, it was past 11, and they sat together, Izzy in Maia’s lap. The woman’s hand settled on Izzy’s thigh and she smiled.

It was summer, so their outfits were showing more skin this time time than in previous dates. Maia’s romper revealed a wide line of skin from her neck to her waist, oh so kissable skin that Izzy was looking forward to devouring later.

Speaking of devouring, her girlfriend was looking at her lips - staring, really - as of they were a very appetizing snack. Izzy smirked at that. Her favorite shade of red lipstick also happened to be Maia’s favorite shade on her. How perfect was this world really?

Maia smirked right back and leaned up, her hand moving to settle in Izzy’s wet locks. “Come here, baby.” She whispered and Izzy leaned down, pressing her lips to hers.

Maia tasted like the lemon of her lemon curd pie, and white wine. The hand still on Izzy’s thigh slipped up to her ass. Izzy smiled and kissed harder.

She was going to make out with her girlfriend in this empty subway, and no one could stop her. Definitely not Maia, since the dark-skinned woman was pressing back, kissing back just as hard, a soft sound of arousal escaping her lips.

What was it like for people who didn’t have such a wonderful girlfriend?

They made out for a while, giggling, hair and body drying a little more, before their stop came up. They wondered for a moment, as they walked up to the exit of the station, whether or not it was still raining outside.

Izzy wasn’t worried about having to run again. She was incredibly well-balanced on high heels. After all, she could do anything, including several martial arts in those babies. She’d worn high heels since her mother had allowed her to, when she was 14. They had gradually become higher, of course. She hadn’t started with five inches, she wasn’t suicidal.

It was still raining, but barely, when they came out. Maia wrapped an arm around Izzy’s waist, and Izzy helped hold Maia’s denim jacket over their heads. Now, they could walk at a normal pace, covering themselves.

Maia had a bit of lipstick smeared on her mouth, from kissing Izzy so intensely. But neither of them minded. Izzy liked it. Maia wasn’t much into bright red lipstick, but she looked amazing like this.

They both talked a little as they walked, looking forward to finishing what they had started, once they were back to Maia’s apartment. Izzy was planning on living there in the near future.

It was maybe going too fast, since they hadn’t even said I love yous yet. But words was not a proof of love in Izzy’s book. She herself had trouble saying it sometimes. She’d only said those three words to two people. Her mother and Alec.

Something in Maryse’s eyes after she’d officialized her divorce, something so vulnerable and desperate had coaxed the words from her without her realizing until Maryse was staring at her, bewildered. The hug following had been bone-crushing, and the words were whispered back.

Izzy realized these days how similar they were. How Maryse’s stubborness was hers as well. They didn’t open easily, they were too proud and cared about what others thought too much. Their relationship had been so rocky, but there was something liberating about their new dynamic. They texted. They called. Izzy took Maryse to a restaurant she liked.

And soon she would tell her about Maia. About how happy Maia Roberts made her. In the way Luke made something appear in Maryse. Smiles, mostly. Smiles Izzy couldn’t remember seeing on her mother’s face.

“You keep drifting away again, baby.” Maia pointed out as she let go of Izzy to open the door of her building.

Izzy chuckled. “Sorry. I was just thinking about how I feel about you.”

This obviously surprised Maia, who looked over her shoulder as she slipped the key into the lock. “Oh? Should I be afraid of something?”

There was a sudden tension in Izzy that she didn’t like. No, she wasn’t planning on breaking up with Maia. She was thinking about her feelings, not lack thereof. And she needed to tell her. She couldn’t let the insecurities of past relationships push maia into thinking that she didn’t love her.

The walked into the apartment and Izzy immediately pulled her close, smiling softly at her. “Hey..,” she interjected softly, catching her girlfriend. “You have nothing to worry about.”

This, this was the moment, the moment that she had been both dreading and looking forward to for a long time. She wanted to promise the world. She wanted to promise nothing would ever hurt Maia again, that her life would be rainbows, ponies and strawberry icecream. All she could say was those three words.

“I love you, Maia Roberts.”

[spookysshadow]

Mizzy - Merlin AU (Maia Roberts as Guinevere and Isabelle Lightwood as Morgana Le Fay)

[finnpves]

This is What Dreams Are Made Of

Happy birthday @claryfightwood Haley!!! You’re a bicon and beacon of light to us all!! I love you! 

Izzy’s stomach churned with nerves. She had two hours to get ready for her date with Maia and somehow everything in her closet wasn’t good enough. She rifled through everything once more before dejectedly throwing herself on her bed. Not even in the heat of battle did she feel this scared or upset. She was briefly considering excuses to send to Maia when her phone rang. She sighed in relief upon seeing Alec’s name on the caller ID. While her brother would never be known for his fashion choices, she only hoped her brother in law would be close by for advice. 

“Alec! What’s up?” While Izzy had originally planned to keep her tone light and breezy, she could hear the nerves and shakiness. Even through the phone she could tell that Alec had picked up on it. 

“Iz!!! I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” Izzy laughed. 

“You’re fine big brother. The date isn’t for a couple more hours. I am still getting ready and I may need some tips.” She had barely gotten her sentence out before a quiet shout of “Magnus” came from Alec’s end. She felt kind of bad that she was taking time away from their honeymoon, but once she told Alec about her date he had insisted on being there for her in anyway he could. She consulted both Alec and Magnus for a few minutes before settling on an ensemble. Magnus said a quick goodbye and Alec did the same. 

“The most important thing is to be yourself, and if it feels right, put in the effort. Love you Izzy!!” With that she was alone to shower and get ready. 

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Isabelle found herself in front of the Hunter’s Moon in what seemed like no time at all. As she left, Clary had mouthed a good luck and wave, and Izzy was faced yet again with the reality of what this was. A first date with the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Maia was endlessly captivating, smart, witty, and fearless. 

When she entered the bar her eyes immediately zeroed in on where Maia was behind the bar. When she was noticed Maia’s face brightened and she sent an enthusiastic wave. She whispered something to the other bartender before coming around the bar and to where Izzy was. She engulfed Izzy in a hug, which she was quick to reciprocate. 

“Izzy!! I’m so excited to see you! The thought of this has kind of been getting me through this shift.” Maia looked almost bashful admitting that, and Izzy was flattered. Her excitement for the date had made her missions and paperwork fly by.

“Me too, so should we..”Izzy gestured toward one of the booths in the bar. Maia nodded and took her hand, leading her away. Just that one touch sent shocks through her body, and Izzy couldn’t think of the last time she had felt like this. They sat down and the neon signs, the music from the jukebox, and the beautiful girl sitting in front of her filled Izzy with a kind of warmth she had spent her life searching for. She had known Maia for awhile, been close friends with her, and so the jump to dating had been daunting. But sitting here, she knew she had made the right decision. Maia looked at her questioningly. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Izzy smiled at her. 

“Just thinking that you might be the best thing to ever happen to me.” 

The rest of the date went very well, a mix of laughter, drinks, some games. And as Maia walked Izzy out, she took her to the side alley. 

“Izzy, tonight has been incredible. Thank you so much. Um, I know we said we were going to give this an honest shot, and I think that requires a second date?” Maia looked up and Izzy was breathless. Lit up in the neon Maia was the brightest thing Isabelle had ever seen. She went up to Maia and looked at her, before swooping in and kissing her. They lost themselves in it for a moment, alone in the literal and figurative sense. Even if the alley was full, it would feel like it was just the two of them. Izzy’s sole focus on Maia and her mouth and her arms around her waist. Soon enough they had to part and Izzy took a deep breath that felt like the first in a new world. She giggled. 

“I would love a second date.” And there in that alley, Izzy had no doubt that what they had could blossom into a love worth fighting for. 

[fetchthebolts]

IZZY AND MAIA ARE GONNA DITCH SIMON AND DATE EACH OTHER

[emotionalfemme]

shadowhunters moodbaord: maia x izzy 

“she’s cute.”