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Sapphic September Prompt 1: Favorite Shadowhunter/Shadowhunter ship

Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood - Clizzy

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And all my days We can lay low Yeah, when we're waking up We're waking up slow

It's a little bit clearer now I love you like the sun came out Oh, we're waking up We're waking up slow It's like I never had a doubt I love you like the sun came out Oh, we're waking up We're waking up - Gabrielle Aplin - Waking Up Slow

Sapphic September: Prompt 13 - Song Lyrics about Love

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Sapphic September: Prompt 22: Favorite Shadowhunter/Downworlder Pairing

Clary Fray/Maia Roberts - Claia

Fanvid on Take a Byte by Janelle Monae, using clips from Shadowhunters season 2, 3, and Black Mirror’s San Junipero. 

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Sapphic September: Prompt 7 - Free Space

Aline Penhallow/Helen Blackthorn - Heline 

(Helen Blackthorn fancast as Golshifteh Farahani)

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Sapphic September: Prompt 19 - Bonfire (moodboard for @lewispanda‘s fic)

Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood - Clizzy

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Sapphic September: Prompt 11 - Favorite AU 

Mermaid AU from my fic Marine Biology

Clary Fray/Maia Roberts - Claia 

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Lipstick

Sapphic September: Prompt 17 - Lipstick

Clary Fray/Maia Roberts - Claia

Night out at the Hunters’ Moon, meant Clary and Maia getting ready together at home. It was Maia’s night off too, so she would be there to actually enjoy everything, rather than pour beers. Somehow, they always ended up going to the same place for dates and drinks, because it was easy, Maia knew the place, and finding somewhere in the mundane world could be too much of a hassle.

Clary was doing her hair, braiding strands to pull them back and hold together the rest of her hair that way. She was wearing pants, white-legged fancy burgundy pants, and a crop top. Maia had just finished to do her eyebrows in the mirror next to her.

They were used to moving around the tiny bathroom of Maia’s apartment. It was a very telling show of how often Clary spent the night here. How used they were to being together, being in this tiny room. In Maia’s kinda old bed, in the kitchen, on the couch. Snuggled up against each other the second they both were home. How Maia fell asleep cuddling Clary’s pillow if Clary was out on patrol for too long.

There was music playing through Maia’s bluetooth speaker. It was a mix of everything, from RnB to Dolly Parton. Miley Cyrus’ version of Jolene was playing currently, as Maia applied a coat of liquid lipstick. It was a bright red that suited her perfectly, and that Clary found absolutely gorgeous.

She wasn’t one for bright red herself. It was Izzy’s and Maia’s things, Clary was a peachy nude kind of girl, though she sometimes dived into the dark plums end.

She stared, transfixed, at Maia’s lips for a while, in such an overt way that Maia noticed and laughed.

“You’ll get to kiss me later, you know? For now we have to get ready not to be late…” She pointed out and Clary pouted.

“What can I say? You have absolutely gorgeous lips, babe.”

Maia rolled her eyes and leaned back against the sink, smiling softly. “Want help with your lipstick? I know that you love it.”

Clary accepted and turned to her, as Maia selected the dark plum lipstick from her own collection.

“It’ll look gorgeous on you. So dark… so sexy.” The woman mused as she took the tube out of its casing, sliding the lipstick out.

Clary rolled her eyes and looked at her. “It’s just lipstick.”

“Lipstick is important.” Maia chuckled, as she gently started applying it to Clary’s lips, tracing the sides first. “It makes your lips look… different. Fuller, lighter. It reflects your mood, your style… how willing you are to go down on the first date.”

“What lipstick were you wearing when we had our first date?” Clary asked, in between the strokes of the lipstick on her lips.

“Nude. Simple. Something that wouldn’t end up all over my face, or all other your pussy.” She shrugged.

The direct answer made Clary laugh. She’d never really been used to calling things their names, not when it came to sexuality. Hearing Maia admit so freely that she had been thinking about eating her out, even before their first date, was a bit of a shock. Hearing her use a word for vagina that people avoided, was strange too. It always made her laugh, and she didn’t know if it wasn’t because it was funny, or because she found it a bit uncomfortable.

Clary turned away to try and contain her giggle, suddenly enough that Maia didn’t have time to move her hand back. They couldn’t avoid the tragedy as her cheek slid against the lipstick, and she ended up with a wide, dark purple mark across her cheek.

Maia opened wide eyes. “Shit. This is going to take forever to take off.” She grumbled and reached for a wipe, a cotton, something to wipe the dark trace off of her girlfriend’s face.

Clary, obviously, had something else in mind entirely, as she grabbed the now unattended lipstick, and smeared some over Maia’s cheek.

Maia turned her head slowly at that. “Did you just do what I thought you did?” She asked, almost in a scary way. Clary would have been scared, if she hadn’t known the tingle in Maia’s eyes.

Maia quickly dove on her lips, kissing her hard enough for Clary to make a desperate sound, and quickly pulled back, trailing kisses that were strangely sticky against her girlfriend’s skin.

When she finally let her go, Clary turned to look in the mirror. Red and purple lipsticks were mixing together on her face, like weird kinds of bruises that stemmed from the corner of her lips.

“This is never going to come off.”

Liquid lipstick just… didn’t come off unless you had time, will, and they had none of that.

They looked at each other for a moment, joy and mirth shining in their eyes, as smirks grew bigger on their faces. Maia reached for her phone to warn Simon and the others they would be late.

As they continued smearing lipsticks on each other’s faces, the group chat they had with the rest of their family, started making Maia’s phone buzz frantically. They ignored it.

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Chai Tea Latte

Sapphic September: Prompts 2 & 6 - Kissing & Rain

Clary Fray/Maia Roberts

“I hate fall. It’s simple. I just hate it.” Maia complained as she stepped past the door of their apartment.

Stupid rain. The sudden showers of the middle of October, had surprised Clary and her as they were going through the incredibly expensive vegetables sold on the organic food market on Union Square. Not only had they had to take the subway back to Brooklyn while being thoroughly soaked, but the bag carrying their precious purchases was wet as well. Maia silently prayed that the expensive mushrooms for their risotto weren’t ruined.

It was supposed to be a great dinner. The last dinner before Clary officially started to work with one of the most prestigious squads of the New York office of the FBI. Maia would make risotto with black chanterelles. They would have a glass of wine and watch tv, and maybe even make love.

But now it was 2pm, and she was in the foulest of moods. Clary chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Yesterday, you beamed at how fresher and nicer the air felt.”

Maia put the bag of groceries on the counter and started taking everything out, assessing the damage. Nothing bad, thankfully. She rolled her eyes at Clary’s comment.

“Yeah, I just both love and hate this hellish season. But, you know what rain outside means…”

Clary beamed. “Sweaters and cuddles!” She kissed Maia’s cheek. “And i’ll make some tea to go with that. Chai tea latte. Because it’s fall now.”

Sometimes, Maia couldn’t believe that this happy bubbly person was actually a fierce and professional FBI agent. Until Clary took off her shirt and Maia caught a look of the abs. That was a gift from G-d.

Clary disappeared in the bedroom to grab sweaters for them, and put away some of the stuff she had bought at the nearby cosmetics store. The redhead’s hair was a mess of both wet and dry and semi-dry strands. She grabbed a towel and dried to get most of the moisture out. It didn’t really succeed.

She brushed her hair back and grabbed a hair tie to tie it out of the way. She then slipped out of her wet clothing and reached for one of her favorite fluffy sweaters and some pyjama shorts. She also grabbed a pair of knee-high fluffy socks. The whole outfit did not make sense. Clary absolutely loved it.

She grabbed the same kind of items for Maia and went back to the main living space, throwing them over the couch’ armrest.

Maia was starting to make the chai tea latte. She was bringing water and the chai spices mix to a boil, whisking the spices into the warming water. Clary came up behind her, grabbing the little box of spices and inhaling the addictive mix. Ground cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, nutmeg and allspice.

Making chai tea lattes from scratch did take around 20 minutes, but it was worth it. Clary was tasked to watch over the now seeping spices. While Maia was taking care of her hair and clothing, she put the pan back on the heat, and added the black tea bags and the maple syrup.

She repeated the taking off the heat part when the water came back to a boil. Soon, the tea was finished. Maia was now by her side, having prepared all the ingredients for the latte part of the drink. They wrapped their arms around each other, silent, listening to each other’s breathing, and the light tapping noise of the rain on the windows.

It was the kind of afternoons that were just perfect, even if they came from a weather Maia usually didn’t enjoy. They were soft and warm afternoons.

Clary moved, leaning up to kiss Maia tenderly. Good thing the milk took some time boiling, and they could just softly kiss in the middle of their kitchen. Clary always loved the sight of Maia in the kitchen, with the apron around her waist. It was a stupid, kitchy apron with “Kiss the cook” written on it. Clary wasn’t ready to jinx their chai by ignoring such commands.

She kissed her again, and Maia kissed back again. It was soft, just their lips against each other. It wasn’t very deep either. Not passionate or desperate. It was a soft fall kiss, for a soft fall day.

Maia turned back to the milk for a moment, Clary staying close to her. Maia felt arms wrap around her waist as she grabbed the blender and started frothing up the milk. She could almost hear Clary’s smile in the way she breathed.

Clary’s hands had found themselves in the belly pocket of the apron, and her head against Maia’s shoulder. The smell of hot tea and hot milk was wrapped around the two of them like a comforting blanket, as comfortable as the old pink hoodie on Maia’s shoulders. The fabric of it was softened by use and wash, the color had faded a little, and it smelled like Maia and her perfume, and like the cinnamon powder that had, more than once, landed on it.

Clary let go of her to reach for their two mugs, pouring in the tea, before moving for Maia to pour the milk. They added a hint of ground cinnamon on top, and put the mugs, with a tablet of chocolate, onto a wooden tray.

As they sat comfortably on the couch, snuggled up against each other, kissing more and cuddling more, waiting for their lattes to cool enough to be drinkable without having to take a trip to the ER for oesophagus burn afterwards, Maia thought that sometimes, rain wasn’t that bad.