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sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/6152719] - - public:opalsong
“I can’t even look at you, Clary,” Simon spits, low and accusatory. “I wanted to see you so badly, and now you’re right there, and I can’t even look at you.”
do not go gentle
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/9108514] - - public:opalsong
Jace would rather be anywhere else than here - stuck in some alternate dimension with Clary and Simon frigging Lewis. But, unfortunately, he doesn't have a choice. Also, Jace is not okay.