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Published:
2016-05-24
Completed:
2016-08-19
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Like Fire, Like Stone

Summary:

“It is both a blessing
And a curse
To feel everything
So very deeply.”

-David Jones

Or,

Parabatai are meant to be everything for each other...everything but the one thing Jeongguk wants the most.

 

Italian translation by Egg_boy_ here. Thank you <3

 

Vietnamese translation by Buntten here. Thank you <3

Notes:

Hi everyone!

I'm back and this time I'm gonna try to write a chaptered fic. I was going to do just a one-shot but I felt sorry about your eyes so I decided to go this way instead. This story is a Shadowhunter!AU and the original idea and terminology all belong to Cassandra Clare. The story and the characters are mine.

A small glossary to understand the story if you aren't familiar with the AU:

Runes: symbols that grant supernatural abilities. They are burned into the shadowhunter skin using the steles
Stele: tool used by shadowhunters to draw runes.
Seraph blade: sword/dagger used by shadowhunters to fight. They must received the name of an Angel to work.
Idris: it's the shadowhunter country, the capital is Alicante.
Downworlders: supernatural beings that inhabit the shadow world. Part human, part demon (werewolves, vampires, fairies and warlocks).
The Clave: the political body made up of all shadowhunters.
The Council: the governing body of the Clave.

Everything else, I explain it as I go along. Hopefully everything will make sense and you would enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As always, here are the songs I'm listening to while I write :)

Thanks for reading!!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

 

 

The boy was running along the streets of Seoul, his pursuers hot on his heels.

He was sweating, bright green hair plastered to his pale forehead. The streets of Hongdae were busy with people despite the cold, couples and groups of friends strolling aimlessly under the streetlights. He had hoped for the crowd to give him time to hide but in vain. He could still feel them behind him, inching closer.

There was an alley to his right, shrouded in darkness and he launched himself into it. He was running out of time and if he wanted to make it, he would need help. Halfway through the passage there was a ladder - an emergency exit - leading to the roof of the building. He looked back towards the main street just to see one of the black figures rounding the corner.

“Fuck.” he eyed the ladder and jumped, barely catching onto the last bar. Pulling himself upwards, he pressed a finger to the mark on his wrist and started to climb.