#clizzyfic

Part of the Sapphic September

With an amazing moodboard by @enkelimagnus!

“Here you go.” Izzy straddled the big log, and handed Clary a mug. The redhead sniffed at the content, then made a pleased sound before taking a sip. Apple cider. Izzy found it utterly adorable.

“Every year, I drink it first here. The smell of cinnamon, apples and cloves always reminds me of this night.” Clary closed her eyes, and turned her face towards the fire. They were sitting close enough to feel the warmth, but not enough for it to be unpleasant, even though they both wore warm hoodies and jeans.

Some people were making S’mores and chatting happily, while others gathered around the kegs, or went inside to make more apple cider. A handful of people parted from the party, to chop more wood, in case they would sit there into the early hours of the dawn.

Clary heard the familiar ‘click’, and opened her eyes to look at Izzy. Her phone was still aimed at her, and the brunette hadn’t stopped to take pics. “Iz!” Clary chastised her companion, without any heat behind it. Moreover, the smile she was sporting had an opposite effect on Izzy.

“I’m testing the camera. Look at those pictures.” Izzy handed her phone to Clary, and the girl wiped her hand on her hoodie, before taking it. The photos were truly amazing - focused and bright, even with fire being the only source of light. The redhead could see all the freckles adoring her face, and blushed. She didn’t feel like wearing make-up to such a party “Delete those. I look bad.”

“No.” Izzy took the phone back. “Look at my face.” She raised her chin, and pointed out to a pimple on her jaw. “This place is for being cozy, not looking as if we just left the catwalk in Paris.” She turned on her front camera, and took a selfie. “And now there’s imperfect me as well.” Izzy scrolled through the photos again. “I don’t know why you think you look bad. You have amazing facial features, and no pimples.”

“But the freckles…” Clary started, but stopped after seeing Izzy raise an eyebrow.

“They honestly look gorgeous. I am so jealous of them.”

Clary smiled into her mug, before taking another sip of her drink. “Don’t you have one?” She raised her cider, to show Izzy what she meant.

“No. I recruited Alec to make me hot chocolate with marshmallows. I’ll have some cider later.” She hid her phone in the front pocket of her hoodie, and just kept her hands hidden there. “Maia and Simon went to bring more food. The kitchen already run out of it, but we still had some funds. Honestly, this year the place is swarmed with people. Remember how it had been a few years back?”

“Yes.” Clary remembered that first party well - she had met Maia and Alec there. Which was weird, since she and the Lightwoods had attended the same high school. They had never been close, though, not until college. “Simon spilled his drink all over Maureen and Meliorn. To this day I have no idea how.”

Both girls chuckled at the pleasant memory.

Izzy looked down, and started playing with one of her shoelaces. “I totally made out with Maia that night. But we both decided that we would be better friends anyway.” She kept her gaze fixed on her sneakers.

Clary just sat there, stunned, needing time to process. Izzy. Kissed. A girl? Kissed. Years ago.

“I made it awwwkwaaard.” Izzy muttered under her nose. “I’ll go and see if Alec is done with that hot chocolate.”

Clary reacted quickly - she surged forward to grab Izzy’s arm, and keep her in place. Unfortunately, she had chased after her with the hand that had been holding the mug, and sloshed some onto her white sneakers.

“Shit!” Her eyes widened, seeing the yellow stain. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She put the mug down, and searched through her pockets, frantically, hoping she had a pack of kleenex that could save the situation.

“No, you don’t…” Izzy had started, but Clary cut in.

“Gay. Me. I mean, me - gay.” She gestured between herself and Izzy. “Into women.”

Izzy stared at her, before bursting out laughing. She was so loud, a few people turned around to see what all that noise was about.

“I had no idea you were into girls!” Clary exclaimed, her search for tissues long forgotten.

“Well, I had no idea you were into them, either. You can make it up to me by taking me out for drinks one day.” Izzy sounded confident, as she wiped at the corners of her eyes, but Clary could see the familiar dread that came with asking another girl out. So she puffed out her chest and replied, grinning at the brunette.