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Whatever you do don't think about Matthew spending the night at Curzon Street for a reason or other and he has a nightmare and can't sleep so he goes to James's room automatically as he always does, but when he opens the door and sees the 2 figures on the bed, he remembers: this is James and Cordelia's room now, and he is no longer welcome, so he just stops there at the door and watches them and their happiness that is not meant for him.

Except James wakes up and asks him what's wrong and he knows Matthew's answer of nothing is bs so he just extends his hand and beckons him to the bed and Matthew can't possibly accept, is James crazy? He doesn't want to bother him or Cordelia and he is sorry for waking him up and- Cordelia is suddenly awake too and sleepily tells Matthew to stop being silly and get in the bed already so they can all go back to sleep.

So Matthew does. Slowly and waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never does, and he snuggles against James and Cordelia smiles at him from the other side and it feels right, it feels right, it feels so right.

He never wants to sleep anywhere else again.

#i have a wip that goes almost exactly like this #do you read minds? #do we just think alike? #it’s a natural path for things to go down after chot i guess #heronfairstairs #heronchildstairs #heronchild

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screaming crying hyperventilating

art by imjenndove on ig

#repost #yeah i‘m using my own memes now #heronchild #fanart #matthew farichild #james herondale

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screaming crying hyperventilating

art by imjenndove on ig

#wake up babe new heronchild art just dropped #heronchild #james herondale #matthew fairchild #fanart

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they've been hidden in my gallery for too long

ac: nairafeather;polarts_

#grand #matthew fairchild #anna lightwood #heronfairstairs #ari x anna #arianna

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My heronchild enemies to lovers au is gonna be so evil for no reason. I beg your pardon in advance.

#people will die #people will be horrible #people will be brainwashed #it might get a little toxic #I literally dont know how to write complicated things i’m in so much trouble #heronchild

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#me with heronchild #literally inserting them into al the scenarios #heronchild

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little teaser for the next YOTP fic - I made a playlist cause I can‘t stop thinking about it.

#heronchild #enemies to lovers #james herondale #matthew fairchild #playlist #Spotify

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I absolutely knew this aesthetic and was probably influenced by it lol.

The Heronfairstairs/Heronchildstairs twist is that the princess Matthew is promised to turns out to be Cordelia and they all fall in love with each other.

Heronchild medieval/fantasy AU where Matthew is the beloved prince and James is his personal guard; his literal shadow.

#heronchild #heronchildstairs #heronfairstairs #cordelia carstairs #matthew fairchild #james herondale

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Heronchild medieval/fantasy AU where Matthew is the beloved prince and James is his personal guard; his literal shadow.

#everyone would always wanna talk to matthew but they’d be too scared of james lol #it would fit their personalities so well #HE SAID LET ME BE YOUR SHADOW #also #the nikolai lantsov/matthew parallels #heronchild #james herondale #matthew fairchild

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The July fic is already in the works— I picked enemies to lovers because the votes were even and it’s def gonna get kind of dark, just a warning 😅

#heronchild #james herondale #matthew fairchild #year of the otp #poll

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The unforeseen consequences of late night phone calls

“Matthew,” James says gravely, bringing him to an abrupt halt.  Matthew thinks he might actually start to cry.  Slowly, he turns around to face his best friend. His best friend, whom he just confessed to drunkenly over the phone that he’s in love with, who definitely heard it and also looks very fucking disturbed right now- “What you said on the phone…that girl…why did you tell her that— that you’re in love with me?”

-> for the @yearoftheotpevent June prompt „(Accidental) Love Confession“

-> read here

#heronchild #fanfic #year of the otp 2023 #modern au #james x matthew #fanfiction #my writing

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James and Matthew as King Arthur and Lancelot du Lac yes thank you

#heronchild

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TLH gang watching TWP events go down

Matthew: I have complete faith in Ash becoming King of Faerie

James: you only say that bc he’s your descendant!

Matthew: yes so?? He also seems like a good leader!

James: but don’t you worry his demon blood might interfere?!

Matthew: 🤨🤨I would’ve thought out of all people you would understand?!

James: exactly!! I do see myself in him, and I would not trust myself to be King of any place!

Matthew: aww Jamie, you would be a great king 😍

James: but don’t you think Kit as the first heir is the obvious choice?

Matthew: blatant herondale favoritism! he’s not even your descendant!

James: yeah, but he’s loyal, charismatic, he seems like he has great leader potential!

Matthew: idk he’s too flighty

James: 🤨🤨 sounds familiar

Matthew: yes ok fine! I do see myself in him! And I would not trust myself to lead either!!

James: 🥹🥹

#heronchild #the wicked powers

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This is James. He likes his personal space.

This is Matthew. He also likes James's personal space.

#😂😂😂

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Matthew, James & Cordelia are like three different shades of fire to me. Like, I don’t even know how to explain and I’m too tired rn but something about sunshine, hellfire & bloodandfire- like gold, orange and bronze. They’re like my holy trinity.

#i probably sound so incoherent but I promise I’ll come back to this when I’ve slept and am not stressed out anymore #heronfairstairs #something about this combo is holy i swear #cordelia carstairs #Matthew fairchild #james herondale

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45 and 98 combined? :3c

kdhskldkjhs nonnie, this was so difficult you have no idea. I'm not quite sure I managed to balance the 2 out well, but I tried and I hope you like it!

The tone and style of this were inspired by the fic Mustang kids, by WhimperSoldier on AO3, a fic I read in 2016 and was never able to forget from how amazing it is. The style seemed fitting for the content of the songs chosen!

Send me a number from 1 to 100 and I’ll write a drabble based on my Spotify Wrapped playlist - Accepting!

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Number 45 - Hallelujah - Panic! at the Disco + Number 98 - What's up people?! - Maximum the Hormone

They were dangerously ruined and beautiful ruination. They were the fire, the scorch, the broken glass, the balsam to heal the Earth. They were demons, and angels, and forgotten, and eternal. They were young, they were immortal. They believed in nothing aside themselves, they believed in the good of the world, they believed they were doomed, they believed they could make a difference. They were nothing, and everything.

James was chiaroscuro lit by the fires of hell, molotov cocktails and warning shots ringing through the night. He was their leader, name coloured either by adoration or fear at his mere sight. The police couldn't stop him, had been trying for years, but it was impossible to catch a shadow among shadows, specially one protected by the people. Murderer they called him, but behind closed doors the people called him saviour, and the violent cops he was accused of killing were not mourned, and the patrol cars he was accused of burning were not missed.

Cordelia was the glint of a knife pressed against a throat, bruised knuckles and the fury of an avenging angel. She was slashed tires, smashed windows, and the screams of an abusive husband turned into shrieks of terror. The women idolised her, the weak revered her. She was passion and kindness and revenge. She walked under walls plastered with pamphlets of a missing daughter and cut them in half, disgusted by the weak thing in the picture there. She knew she would never be weak again.

Matthew was riots and protests and a broken bottle turned deadly shard if necessary. He was a sweet honeycomb, finding his way into the beds of rich people at night, dividing his spoils with the poor after he snuck out in the morning, never to be seen again, leaving behind only the absence where gold and jewellery used to be. He was parties and loud music and endless drinks that dulled everyone's pain but his.

They hadn't been kids in a long time, they were criminals, and vigilantes, and they were themselves and they were free, and they belonged only to each other. Their destinies entangled, their lives meshed, their bodies on the verge of becoming one, their hearts clamouring for each other.

They had always been together, as far as anyone knew, though they hadn't always been like this. From the moment James and Cordelia had laid eyes on each other they had been passion, beds banging against walls and screams echoing in the night, but Matthew's fire had once burned in a different tone, one of jealousy and rage of one cast aside - Cordelia had been his finding, after all, and James had just always been his -, a tone of split lips under fists and angry words, but always too entangled, too dependent on them to exist to be anywhere but by their side.

They were a nuclear bomb, and Cordelia had found the key to diffuse them. Her lips on Matthew's mouth had been as searing as James's hands on his skin, their breaths and moans mingling beautifully, until Matthew had felt alive for the first time in his life.

So of course he had run.

And for a while they were pain and emptiness and a wound ripped apart at the seams. They were lost and aimless and their bravery got timid and pale. But it was better, he reasoned, to be blue than to wait for the moment they realised he didn't fit in with them and cast him aside like a broken toy. He couldn't handle it from them, not from them.

But they had found him, as they always did. He could never hide from James. He had turned his honey words into poison, trying to cast them away, claiming drunkenness and disinterest, that they hadn't meant a thing as no one ever did. But they had cradled him and wiped the poison away. We love the things you hate about yourself, they had said.

And he had crumble and they had all crumbled and they had been reborn, together. They were a supernova, and they ruled over the streets since unscathed, untouched, as no one ever could. The queen and her kings.

They were infinite and they would never disappear, rising above the worries and anxieties of humanity, they would watch the civilisation fall and be remade as they wanted it. It seemed possible, when they were together. There was no god above, and only them on Earth, and they would say their prayers only to each other as they were the only thing they believed in, invincible.

They were damned and they were holy, too loud laughs and songs, voices and tears, they were gods and nothing, they would take what they wanted and protect those that needed, but they would love only themselves.

They were them and they were theirs, and they were everything.

#THEY ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #omg omg #babe wake up the best heronfairstairs au just dropped #listen #there is something about these three just being VIOLENT #TOGETHER #that has me kicking my feet & giggling like an idiot #Heronfairstairs

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Matthew's ghost hearing about what Zara did: That bitch!

James: Matthew, you have got to stop listening to gangsta rap!

Matthew: But it's poetry! The truest form I've ever heard!