AngelsandHuntersandDemonsohmy
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Aria's SH Bingo Fics 2019-2020 by Aria_Lerendeair
Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare
16 Nov 2020
Summary
Fics written for the SH Bingo, all exist as standalone fics that can be read on their own, with the exception of two series in the list:
'A Vampire, His Parabatai and a Warlock Walk Into A Bar...'
'Facing the Fear of Forever'
- Words:
- 324,425
- Works:
- 47
- Bookmarks:
- 105
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“Alice, who’s the one that died for us?” Quentin asked then rounded to look at Eliot, “you were willing to stay in Fillory for forever. How is this different? Someone has to step up.”
The answer is trying to claw its way out of Eliot’s throat. 'It’s different because I love you.'-Or-
Eliot is forced to be brave, Margo is forced to call upon the patron goddess of talking Quentin Coldwater off the ledge, and they work shit out before going to Blackspire.
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“You think we’re getting haunted by somebody else’s ghost?”
“It isn’t a ghost,” Alice says tightly. “The concept of a ghost has a specific definition, and—”
Kady flaps her hand at the ceiling. “Somebody else’s disembodied consciousness. Whatever.”
(The Monster gets exorcised from Eliot's body. It works a little bit too well.)
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Somehow, against all odds, Quentin is alive. He died. He saved the world. Now he's back. Eliot and company are taking it about as well as can be expected.
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The weird clock time bubble in which Jane Chatwin peacefully tends to her freaky clock-plant children is apparently just how Margo remembers it. As is Jane, starting off completely unhelpful and so exremely British that even her accent seems a little put on, then finally coming to the point when Margo's dangerously close to rearranging her face out of sheer frustration.
"We're outside of linear time here, you see," Jane says gently and calmly as if she doesn't have two former High Kings of Fillory about to go full Queen of Hearts on her if she doesn't get to the fucking point. "You can come in from any point in the timeline."
"And...?" Margo prompts with that falsely sweet tone that means a bitch is about to get cut.
Jane gives them an exasperated sigh and eyes them with no small amount of disappointment at their apparent cluelessness. "And you can leave it at any point."
"Wait..." Eliot says, the dots almost connecting in the neverending fog that is his mind these days.