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I walk this earth all by myself by violenthoughts
Fandoms: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices Series - Cassandra Clare
25 Jun 2023
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I walk this earth all by myself, Grace has always thought. But she’s wrong, for there’s a family and a new life waiting for her.
Grace finds out there are people who love her and know she’s worth it.
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I have been bent and broken, now I’m whole again by violenthoughts
Fandom The Infernal Devices Series - Cassandra Clare, The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare
25 Jun 2023
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Vi looks at the big clock on the far wall. 7:46AM. She’s one minute late today. Every morning for the past six months - well, every morning Vi’s been on shift, so she’s just assuming about the other days - she’s passed by at exactly 7:45AM, always at a brisk walk, always in a perfectly-tailored suit, not a single long, silky-looking hair out of place.
7:47AM. The crisp clack of heeled boots on concrete pulls Vi out of her musings. There must have been some sort of emergency, because the subject of Vi’s (minor) obsession walks past the fire station at a faster clip than normal. Which is sort of saying something, because Mystery Woman’s got legs for days, long and slender, visibly toned with long, lean muscle through her suit pants. At the faster clip, Vi has less time to admire her ass and tiny, tiny waist as she walks by, but that’s fine, because the view as she leaves is fantastic.
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Caitlyn's route to work as a detective at the 51st Precinct takes her right by Fire Station #516, and Vi's been pining after the gorgeous Mystery Woman for six months...what will happen when she finds out that Caitlyn's a cop (AKA: The Enemy)?
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The weight of the look she gets in reply nearly undoes her, the way Cait rolls her sticky hand tenderly.
Vi’s heart catches in her throat.
Words catch there too, stuck in the soft spaces in her palate.
“After,” Cait says quietly and how she knows, Vi doesn’t. “We’ll talk after.”
in the spaces between. after the jail cell, before the war.