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Ace sneaks onto a ship for a party and gets a surprise welcome from another stowaway.
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Haunted by daylightdancer89
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
29 Apr 2016
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He did not know how long he had been wandering, his companions lost in the crowd. Part of Alec knew that he should try to find them, that being alone here may not be very safe. But the mercury sang louder in his blood, calling for another. It yearned for his beautiful cats’ eyes that hid beneath a glamour; his smooth, tanned skin and champagne-flavored lips; the undeniably beautiful magic that was Magnus Bane.
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until we go down by Leraiel
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
07 May 2016
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“Alec’s been taken -”
Magnus stands, hearing only those three words, frozen - trying to process. He attempts to compose himself; he is centuries old - the most powerful warlock in Brooklyn and perhaps even further. The wine glass, held usually with such a sure elegant grip, smashes to the ground. It cuts through the roaring sea of shock.
“How did this happen?” He struggles not to lash out in blame at dear Clary. She was innocent - save it, he warns himself.
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Salvation by blackm00n5
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
18 Apr 2016
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“You will be saved, my precious son.” She had told him, voice cracking. “God will not punish you for sins that were forced onto you. So long as you believe in Him, stay true to your faith, you will find salvation. “
Even years later, years after his mother had passed quietly in her sleep, Raphael wasn’t sure if he believed that or not. But he clung to the thought, hoped and prayed it was true. Clung to it like he clung to the cross still around his neck.
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It’s not until they’re already walking up the driveway of Simon’s home when he’s finally hit with the full reality of what he’s about to do, and the force of it nearly has him doubled over. He stresses the ‘nearly’ part as he stops dead in his tracks at the top of the front steps, eyes glued to the ugly welcome mat they only keep because it was a gift from his grandma years ago. He’d seen it everyday for years since, every time he went through that front door, even the last time he left his childhood home five months ago. The last time he’d been home.
The last time he saw his family.