#Matthew Fairchild sour

[alastairstom]

A Combination of Shock and Awe - A Matthew Fairchild Fanfic

You can read this fic on Ao3! I'm just posting it here because it's short. And also because it's a Festive Halloween Fic and my blog should have Festive Halloween Content.

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1899

Matthew thought that becoming parabatai with Jamie was an astounding development for a multitude of reasons. He was never in want of a training partner; he was never left to fend for himself when it came for book recommendations. He always had someone to decamp and disport himself with, someone who he could try new fashions out on so he himself did not need to fear looking ridiculous or unstylish.

But another peculiar thing about preparing for his parabatai vows was Matthew’s newfound proximity to James’s family. He had always liked them, Aunt Tessa and Uncle Will. Uncle Will was especially amusing, and Matthew enjoyed nothing better than amusement.

Which is why, when the calendar read 31 October, Matthew determined that he would dress himself up as someone who completely lacked charm or wit or anything else that made life worthwhile: his noxious nob of a brother, Charles Buford Fairchild.

Granted, it was unkind of Matthew to steal Charles’s clothes in an attempt to mock his horrid dress sense. Still, because Matthew would never wear something so drab himself, he was forced to scrape through the stuffy, pretentious, colourless nonsense that was Charles Buford’s dismal wardrobe. He unearthed a suit that was entirely too big for him; sensible, he supposed, considering that his brother was nearing his twenty-first birthday while Matthew himself was a mere thirteen.

Age, he knew, did not cause a person to develop good taste.

Putting on the dark green and speckled grey abomination was like nails on a blackboard. But Matthew persisted. Commitment to the bit was important, he knew, and he did not like to do things by halves.

So when he looked in the mirror, he was pleased to note that he shuddered dramatically. He then strode over to his closet and pulled out his coup de grace: a low-quality red wig that he had obtained from an odd faerie woman selling hideously ugly apparel in Westminster. It was slightly uneven on his head; he suspected that it was made for an adult, which made it sag awkwardly on his face.

Matthew steeled his expression into seriousness. “I am quite important,” he said in what he believed to be a passable impression of his worm of a brother. “I am to be the Consul one day.”

Satisfied, he emerged from the room to head over to the Institute; Jamie would be waiting, dressed as someone from such-and-such Greek mythology. Matthew thought this was mostly an excuse for him to dress up in rags, or perhaps a burlap sack. He wished to throttle his parabatai to-be for his lack of taste, but alas, whither he diest, Matthew would also die.

Yes, he would-

“What,” said a disapproving voice behind him, “are you doing?”

Matthew turned to meet Charles’ narrowed green eyes. He laughed brightly; Charles could look immensely sour when he wished to. “I am headed off to the Institute to wreak havoc and cause mayhem. Would you like me to bring you back a souvenir of some kind? Perhaps faerie drugs? May lighten you up a bit.” He paused as Charles’s face turned quite a bright shade of red. “Do you remember what it was like to smile, Charles?”

“Those are my clothes,” Charles said, not answering.

“Unfortunately,” Matthew agreed. “No accounting for taste.”

“What is with…” Charles made a vague gesture about his head.

“A wig. Angel, Charles, I thought that even you might recognize that.”

“You have dressed as me as some silly prank,” he said. “Are you ever going to grow up, Matthew?” He shook his head. “Angel, I will never understand your ridiculous nonsense. Take it off.”

“You wish for me to disrobe? We’re brothers. That ought to be one of the few limits on my charm.” Matthew raised his eyebrows.

Charles flared his nostrils.

“Oh. I nearly forgot,” Matthew said. He walked up to Charles and clapped him on the shoulder. “I did not draw freckles.”

“What?”

“I said that I did not-”

“I will be coming with you to the Institute,” Charles said angrily, swatting Matthew’s hand away. “Just because Mother and Father are out of town does not mean that I need to contend with this… this grave insult-”

Matthew laughed cheerfully. “Alright,” he said fearlessly. “Lead the way.”

-

As Matthew often thought, Uncle Will was a truly amusing person.

He sat across from Matthew now, dressed as Frankenstein’s monster. His feet were kicked up onto his desk, and his position as the head of the Institute felt a sharp contrast from the devilish smile on his green-painted face. His eyes darted between Matthew and Charles, and Matthew did his best to mirror Charles’s precise expressions. He supposed he was likely succeeding; Will’s blue eyes were shining brightly in amusement.

“So,” he said. “Charles. You appear to have a complaint. Do tell.”

“Yes.” Charles’s voice was businesslike, detached. “I demand that Matthew remove my clothes and cease impersonating me at once.”

“Hm,” Will nodded. “Why do you wish for him to do that?”

Charles blanched. “Obviously because of how foolish it is.”

“I see,” Will responded calmly. “Much like Newton once said, I understand the gravity of the situation.’ Speaking of, would you like a caramel apple? Tessa did not let me put bits of chocolate onto the surface – I do so wish my wife’s perfection extended to her tastes. But alas, one cannot have everything, and as she has dressed up as Elizabeth Frankenstein to accommodate my whims…” Will shrugged.

Matthew laughed; Charles blinked, clearly baffled.

For his part, though, Will continued. “In any case, though, I do wish to hear Matthew’s perspective on the matter at hand. Matthew, why are you wearing that ghastly wig?”

“It is ghastly,” Matthew said somberly. “Thank you for noticing. It’s quite simple, really – I needed a costume that would leave a combination of shock and awe in its wake, which posed a challenge as I am routinely shocking and awe-inspiring.” Will nodded approvingly as Matthew continued. “This seemed an entertaining concept, and I do believe that Charles needs someone to poke at his lack of humor periodically.”

“Are you honestly listening to this? William-”

Will held up a hand, silencing Charles. “I do believe I have heard both sides of the argument,” Will said. “I must take all angles into consideration without bias. Having said that, though, I have made my decision.”

“I am a busy man,” Charles bit out. “I am to be the next Consul, and I am far too old for this childish nonsense. This was a lot of work just to make you take off a horrible costume.”

“So you admit that it’s horrible?” Matthew smiled like a cherub.

“Now, now,” Will interjected. “I have a proposed solution to the problem. Charles, you are angry that Matthew has dressed up as you; you wish for him to remove the costume. Matthew, you wish to continue to dress up as Charles.” His eyes darted between both brothers. “Do I correctly understand the situation?”

“Yes,” Matthew said happily. Charles hissed the same “yes” angrily; Matthew thought that he should learn to take a jest. After all, as his personal hero once said, life was too important to be taken seriously.

“Alright,” Will said. “It seems that the only fair course of action, then, would be for Charles to dress up as Matthew in turn.”

“What?” Charles hissed.

Matthew cackled. “Oh, I quite like that solution, Uncle Will. I think you ought to mandate it. A decree, as head of the London Institute.”

“This is an outrage.” Charles’s voice was dangerous.

“I fail to see the issue,” Will said, his calm tone laced with lazy amusement. “So your brother is mocking you, Charles. Fight back! Put on something bright, possibly pink-”

“Pink is a very stylish color,” Matthew agreed. “Especially paisley print. Scarves-”

“You are both terrible,” Charles said, his face puce. He stomped out of the room like a very bad actor in a very bad play, and Matthew clapped fittingly before turning back to Will.

“Well,” Will said. “That was truly something. Do you truly intend to wear that all day?”

“Yes,” Matthew informed him. “Do you dislike it?”

“Not at all. It’s a fine impression.” Will reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a blue taffy. “Here – you dressed up. It would be poor form to allow you to leave without a treat in exchange for your clearly painstaking efforts.” Matthew popped the taffy in his mouth as Will continued, grinning. “No do get out of my office, Matthew. And call your Aunt Tessa in, would you? I wish to attempt to scare her again with my face paint – perhaps this time I can make her truly jump.”

#matthew fairchild #will herondale #charles fairchild #tlh #the last hours #my fic

[blumenflowergelb]

Go to hell!

The ball room looked beautiful. The colors matches with the tables and the flowers were arranged perfectly. The was ball room was loud as always, the chatter of people and the clincking of the glasses filled Yn with excitement.Thomas, Matthew and Christopher were already there. Yn blushed while looking at Matthew. He was holding a glass of champagne in his hand while chating with Thomas. The fact that he drank champagne and not something hight percentage meant that he was happy.

„If you look longer at Matthew your eyes will fall out.“snickered Lucie. For this Yn just showed and ruffled her hair. Lucie gasped and hit her shoulder.

„Girls please behave. You can play after the ball.“Will said while looking at the guest and checking if everything was alright. „But papa Yn destroyed my hair! Mama needed hours for this!“Will only sighed.

Matthew looked around the room and saw Yn standing with Lucie. He wanted to go to them but suddenly James showed him. „If you look any longer at yn your eyes will fall out.“Matthew only responded with showing him back.While the boys were playing and talking the Carstairs family arrived. The moment Matthew saw Alastair his mood soured. He looked to James to say something but he saw that James mask comletly disappeared. He looked at Christopher who was observing James too.

Yn was taking a break from dancing when Alastair Carstairs appeared.He held his hand out for her. „May i have this dance?“

Surprisingly Charles and Matthew were standing next to each other. They did not speak just observed the dance. Suddenly Charles tensed up and his face became sour.“Is everything all right?“asked Matthew. „What should not be alright?“replied Charles without looking at Matthew. He was intensely staring at a pair of dancers. The realization left Matthew breathless. The pair looked handsome and they danced perfectly. Yn was laughing with Alastair while hanging from his arms. Of course it was normal since they were dancing but it still made Matthew sick. The closeness of them led Matthew of thinkig what if they were in love? The different scenarios he painted in his head did not help him feeling better. Just the thought of them touching and being intimate hurt. Jealousy clouded Matthews head. The moment the song ended he tensed and begann to walk toward yn.

Yn and Alastair almost reached the chairs when Matthew showed up. He had his sweet smile but his eyes were cold like snow. „Alastair what a nice day to see each other!“said Matthew with a clearly fake happiness. „It is, Fairchild.“ replied Alastair coldly. Alastair turned to Yn and bowed his head. „It was a pleasure.“ Yn smiled at him. „The pleasure was mine Alastair.“

While Alastair was walking away Matthew watched him. He felt angry. Regardless of his feeling he tried to hide his feeling. He looked at Yn. „May I have this dance my lady?“ smirked Matthew at Yn. Yn cocked her eyebrow and took Matthews hand.

Usually Yn felt warm while dancing with Matthew. His smell made her stomach churn in a good way but today she felt herself afire . She could barely look at Matthew who was intensely looking at her. He too felt the fire inside him spread. It was not sexual but more like love. He felt so incredibly happy to be near her ,he tought he would die of a heart attack. She made him so happy a kind of happiness he tought he would never feel again. The way she laughed, the way she looked while fighting and the way she existed made him warm. When the song ended he reluctantly let go of her hand but still looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

„You are not going to ask me about Alastair?“

„Is there something I should know ?“

„It depends on what you would like to ask.“

Before Matthew could ask anything Christopher and Thomas showed up. They begann to talk about the horrible dance with Rosamund Wentworth. Later on the others joined them too. When it was time to leave Matthew and Yn went ahead. He looked at her „You look absolutly regal. A mans dream, you are.“

„A mans dream you say? I only danced a few times tonight and no man wanted my hand nor my lips.“

„If any man wanted you I am sure he would not have made past Christopher. And what a scandal it could be! A man wanting the lips of the unmarried Yn Herondale. Just think about the rumors!“At that Yn could only laugh. „Come to my room tonight. We can talk about today if you want to.“

„An invitation to a ladys room at night. I could never pass on that expesially because it‘s you.“

„I hope you are not flirting with my dear sister, Matthew!“yelled James behind them. Both of them went scarlet red while the Merry Thieves and the girls laughed. „A man can only hide his feelings for so long my dear James.“said Anna while smirking.

„Oh all of you, go to hell!“ They only replied with an even bigger laughter.

#cassandra clare #shadowhunters #matthew fairchild #christopher lightwood #thomas lightwood #james herondale #lucie herondale #matthew fairchild x reader #the last hours series #alastair carstairs

[parkerslatte]

Dalliance | Chapter Seven

Matthew Fairchild x Fem!OC

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The first thing Delilah had noticed when Matthew entered the room was his different attire of clothing. Before he was dressed in what he deemed his ‘casual’ clothes– which still consisted of a fancy waistcoat and pressed trousers. Now he wore a waistcoat that certainly wasn’t cheap and clutched a silk hat in his hands, one that Delilah hadn’t seen before. The soft blonde curls atop his head were windswept. Apparently the wind was kind to Matthew as each curl seemed to be perfectly placed. 

“Lila,” Matthew’s smile was easy as he glanced at the Lightwood, his eyes scanned over her body. “If I knew we were having a fashion show, I would have worn my better waistcoat.”

“A better waistcoat?” Delilah laughed. “What can possibly be better than that one?”

Matthew shrugged. “I would have found one.”

“Not that I don’t love seeing you, my dear, but if you were planning on pestering Anna, Cordelia and I, why didn’t you say back at your house, I would have waited for you.” Delilah said.

Matthew glanced at the sofa opposite Delilah’s where Cordelia was perched. “What are you doing here?”

Cordelia’s expression turned sour. "Having tea."

Matthew approached the sofa where Delilah sat and slumped down next to her, crossing his leg over the other and rested his hat on the space next to him. “I don’t see Anna.”

"She's in her bedroom," said Cordelia cooly. 

Delilah fiddled with the hem of her top skirt. She wasn’t sure why Matthew was acting the way he was, especially to Cordelia who had done nothing to provoke him. 

"Alone?" Matthew inquired.

"Matthew!" called Anna from the bedroom. "Don't be awful.”

Matthew perked up at the sound of Anna’s voice and draped his arms over the back of the sofa, his hand brushing Delilah’s shoulder.  "I have already had a maddening day," he said.

Delilah lightly hit his chest. “You’ve spent a lot of the day with me.”

Matthew’s gaze fixated on her, his green eyes seeming bright in the lighting. His fingertips brushed her hair gently. “You could never be the reason for my maddening day. Though you were present to hear about most of my maddening day, apologies that you need to sit through it again, Lila.”

“Get on with it!” Anna called from the bedroom.

"James has been slandered by Tatiana Blackthorn and my rotten older brother is backing her up to the hilt; James has gone off to rendezvous with Grace. I am here to get squiffy and try to forget what a foolish thing my parabatai is doing." He glanced at his watch. "Also, Lila and I have to be at Fleet Street by midnight."

Anna emerged from the bedroom in a black velvet coat, matching trousers, and a white silk shirt tied at the collar. Delilah let out a huff. 

“If I knew that the both of you were going to look like you stepped out a fashion illustration, I would have left one of my nicer dresses here, Anna.” Delilah complained.

Anna rolled her eyes at her sister before turning to Matthew. "A dreadful tale," she said. "Shall we go?"

"Certainly," said Matthew. "Cordelia, it was lovely, if surprising, to see you."

"There is no need to say farewell," Anna said, drawing on a pair of white gloves. "Cordelia will be coming with us. That was why I invited her here in the first place."

"I thought you wanted to have tea!" objected Cordelia.

"No one ever just wants to have tea," said Anna. "Tea is always an excuse for a clandestine agenda."

"Anna, Cordelia is a proper young lady," said Matthew. 

“Matthew, let Cordelia come,” Delilah said. “She might find it fun.”

Matthew seemed to go on as if he hadn’t heard Delilah. "She may not wish to risk her reputation by sallying out with Downworlders and reprobates."

"Cordelia wants to be a hero," said Anna. "One cannot do that by staying at home stitching samplers." Her eyes gleamed. "I was at the Enclave meeting today; you were not. I know how the Enclave has decided to handle our current situation, and I do not think it will help those who are stricken, or prevent the attack at the lake from happening again."

When Matthew spoke, the brashness had gone out of his voice. "I thought Barbara was getting better. Thomas said–”

“The Silent Brothers have put all the wounded to sleep," said Cordelia. "They hope that they will heal, but…”

"Hope is not a solution," said Anna. "The Clave insists this was a random demon attack, which took place not in daylight but under cloud cover. They have set patrols in Regent's Park."

“It couldn’t have been random,” Delilah interjected. “It couldn’t have been a coincidence how there were mundanes in the park and the demons only focused their attack on us.”

"And the demons came before the cloud cover did," said Matthew. "When Piers fell screaming, the sun was still visible."

"You begin to see the problem," said Anna. "Several Enclave members made those points, among them my parents, but the majority prefer to think of this as the sort of problem they have faced before. Not something new."

"And you think it's something new," said Cordelia.

"I am sure of it," said Anna. "And when a new supernatural threat enters London, who are the first to know of it? Downworlders. We should be asking questions in Downworld. There was a time when the Clave had connections with High Warlocks, with the leaders of the vampire and werewolf clans. With the Queen of the Seelie Court." She shook her head in frustration. "I know Uncle Will and Aunt Tessa have done all they can, but these alliances have been left to fray and now Shadowhunters can only imagine relying on themselves."

"I see," said Matthew, whose eyes had begun to sparkle. "We shall be going to the Hell Ruelle, then."

Delilah gasped and clutched Matthew’s arm. “I haven’t been there in ages!”

"Matthew and I occasionally attend an artistic salon in a building owned by the High Warlock of London," said Anna. "Malcolm Fade. Delilah tags along when she is…available.”

Cordelia looked at Delilah, as if she were wondering why she would ever be able to not attend something she clearly seemed excited about. 

That day she had told both James and Thomas about her nightly escapades to her art lessons, adding Cordelia to that list wouldn’t affect anything too greatly. 

“I normally attend art lessons at a place called The House,” Delilah said. “They are quite…similar to parties in the downworld.”

Cordelia looked as if she wanted to ask more questions but Anna cut in before she got the chance. "Every Downworlder who is anyone will be there," said Anna. "It is time for us to do what we do best."

"Drink?" said Matthew and Delilah chuckled.

"Be charming," said Anna. "Ask questions. See what we can learn." She held out a gloved hand. "Come, come. Get up. Is the carriage downstairs, Matthew?"

"At your service," said Matthew. "Are you quite sure you want to come, Cordelia? It will be scandalous."

Cordelia didn't bother to reply, just retrieved Cortana as they left the flat. Delilah smiled at Cordelia’s determined expression. There was a lot to admire about the Carstairs girl and Delilah wanted to get to know her more. A new presence in London was always welcome. 

"So what kind of salon is this, exactly?" Cordelia inquired, as the carriage door swung open and Matthew helped her inside and held his hand out to Delilah. 

"An exclusive one," said Anna, settling back on the velvet bench seat. "Some of the most famous Downworlders in the world attend."

The carriage was larger than average and Delilah stretched her legs out in front of her, not the most ladylike position in the world but a comfortable one at least. The carriage set off at a clip.

Anna said, "Some you may have heard of; some you may not. Some with reputations they don't deserve and some with reputations they more than do."

"I never thought of Downworlders as being interested in painting and poetry," said Cordelia. "But I suppose there is no reason they shouldn't be, is there? It's just those aren't things that Shadowhunters do. We don't create like that."

"We can," Matthew said. "We are simply told we shouldn't. Do not confuse conditioning with a native inability."

"Do you create, Matthew?" asked Cordelia, looking at him sharply. "Do you draw, or paint, or pen poetry? Delilah paints, do you do anything of the sort.”

"Lucie writes," said Matthew, his eyes like dark water. "I thought she wrote for you, sometimes."

"Lucie worries," said Cordelia. "She doesn't say so, but I know she worries that all her writing will come to nothing, because she is a Shadowhunter and that must come first." She hesitated.

Over her years of writing, Lucie had come to Delilah with her concerns over her writing many times. After all, the two were the only young women they both knew of that both wanted to pursue something creative. Delilah remembered the nights when Lucie first began to get into writing and she would come to Delilah for her to draw or paint scenes from the story. Lucie insisted that if she were to ever publish any of her works, Delilah would illustrate them. 

 "What does it mean, 'Hell Ruelle?" Cordelia’s voice brought Delilah back to reality. 

Anna's eyes gleamed. "Official academic gatherings in Paris have always been controlled by men, but salons are a world ruled by women. One famous noble lady seated her artistic guests in her ruelle-the space between her bed, any lady's bed, really, and the wall. A scandalous spot. Informally, an artistic gathering presided over by a woman came to be known as a 'ruelle."

"But you said Malcolm Fade ran this one, I thought."

"He owns the building," said Anna. "As for who runs it, you will see soon enough."

"Where are we going?”

"Berwick Street," said Anna, and dropped a wink. "In Soho." 

It had been a while since Delilah had been to Hell Rulle. The last time she had entered was the night her and Matthew had woken up together in bed with no memory of the night. Delilah had missed going however, but with her attending sessions at The House more and more gradually became more and more frequent. 

When Matthew had originally approached her about why she wasn’t joining him and Anna on their nights out, she had shut him down many times to the point where Matthew believed she had a secret lover and told the rest of the Merry Thieves. It was the moment she had come clean to Christopher about her whereabouts at night. Despite Christopher not being a confrontational person, he demanded to know who this ‘secret lover’ of Delilah’s was. He was more accepting of her attending the mundane parties than he was over her having a lover. Delilah would never forgive Matthew for thrusting her in the centre of a huge gossip session amongst their friends. 

“We’re here,” Anna announced as the carriage stopped. 

Delilah was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Anna, opening the carriage door. Cordelia eagerly exited and began to look around, wonder etched upon her face. Matthew held back as he looked over Delilah.

“Are you okay?” Matthew asked. “You are strangely silent.”

“Of course I am, I’m just thinking,” Delilah said, offering him a smile. “I’m glad to be back here, even if it is for some sort of business. And with my favourite people.”

Matthew smiled. “I’m one of your favourite people?”

“I was talking about Anna and Cordelia,” Delilah teased.

“You wound me, Lila,” Matthew chuckled. 

“Of course you are on my list of favourite people,” Delilah said. “Right behind Anna, Christopher, Alexander, my parents, James, Thomas, Lucie, your parents–”

Matthew rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m going to stop you there before you say my brother’s name.”

Delilah chuckled before slipping out of the carriage and stood by Cordelia’s side. The girl looked around and couldn’t focus on something long enough to take it in fully. Everything was clearly new to her. A thought flashed across Delilah’s mind of her taking Cordelia to The House just to see her reactions to that. If Cordelia stared wide-eyed at the people kissing in the alley she wondered how she would look if she witnessed any of the goings on in The House. 

Whenever Delilah indulged in The House, it would strictly be with a sighted mundane who knew of the shadow world to not raise suspicions for all of the runes decorating her body. Many at the house just thought she had a few tattoos from the runes visible on her hand and arms and the one visible on her chest. She would never indulge whenever anyone was around, though that never stopped the mundanes as some, though not many, would strip and have their way with one another in the hallways or dark corners of the rooms. Though she was bold, Delilah would never be that bold to be with someone in a shadowed corner of a room. 

“Where did Anna go?” Delilah asked, noticing the absence of her elder sister. 

Matthew didn’t answer as he studied Cordelia carefully. Delilah couldn’t tell the exact emotion behind his eyes. He looked as if he were calculating Cordelia, trying to figure her out. 

"What are you thinking?" Matthew asked.

"What's a lapidary?" she asked, not because she actually wanted to know, but because the sign opposite her said A. JONES, LAPIDARY and Matthew was making Cordelia nervous, Delilah noticed. 

"A lapidary phrase is one that is worth carving into stone," said Matthew, "and preserving forever- a wise saying such as we are dust and shadows,' or alternately, any words that come out of my mouth."

Cordelia pointed at the sign. "They sell phrases there?"

"They sell objects with phrases carved into them," Matthew said. "For instance, if you wished words of love to be etched into your wedding band. Or words of regret and sorrow on your grave. For my own headstone, I was hoping for something a bit grand."

"You surprise me," said Cordelia. "I am all astonishment."

Matthew threw his arms up in the air, his face glowing in the naphtha beacons. "Perhaps a simple; 'O grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting? But does that truly capture the light I brought to the lives of friends and acquaintances, the sorrow they will feel when it is extinguished? Perhaps:

"Shed not for him the bitter tear

Nor give the heart to vain regret;

‘Tis but the casket that lies here, The gem that filled it sparkles yet."

Matthew's voice had risen; applause rose from the crowd outside the Blue Posts when he was finished. He lowered his arms.

“You are one for dramatics aren’t you, Matthew,” Delilah smiled.

Matthew flashed her a cheesy grin. “I live to impress.”

“Consider me, as well as everyone in this alley, impressed,” Delilah replied. 

"Do stop babbling rot, Matthew," Anna said, as she emerged from the alley. "And sister, not everyone was impressed. Now come along, the both of you, they're expecting us."

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

matthew fairchild vibe killer…. man i was literally laughing at the beginning of this scene and now you have personally soured the whole mood… babygirl you have so many issues and problems

#i don’t even know what could fix him #i’d say gay sex but. nobody wants him #tlh lb

[summergrace-art]

Matthew Fairchild...gone sour?

Both are overdramatic and over-depressing it only fits 😩🦋🦋

#art #my art #summergrace art #chain of iron #aesthetic #artists on tumblr #cassandra clare #chain of gold #chain of thorns #Matthew Fairchild #sour #olivia rodrigo #fanart #Matthew Fairchild sour

[readwithlivvy]

the tlh couples as sour songs:

jordelia- traitor/happier

fairstairs- enough for you (from math's pov)

thomastair- 1 step forward, 3 steps back

ghostwriter- brutal

arianna- favourite crime

gracetopher- hope ur ok

guys this was actually so hard😭😭 all the songs are breakup songs

#jordelia #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #matthew fairchild #fairstairs #thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #ghostwriter #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #arianna #kamala bridgestock #anna lightwood #gracetopher #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #the last hours #shadowhunters #sour olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo

[aratilightwood]

James being jealous of Fairstairs.

Headcanons requested by, @mirageofagirl.

- Matthew always offers walking Cordelia home when it gets too late, despite the fact that his house is far from Kensington. They spend this time talking about the long day they had. This bothers James becuase he thinks of the idea first even though he never speaks up.

- Matthew takes the liberty of drawing Iratzes on Cordelia after she gets injured when Lucie isn’t around. James has to look away becuase of the tender moment the two share as their skins touch while standing close to each other.

- James watches Matthew and Cordelia dancing. He thinks they look good together because they move in sync, and Cordelia smiles as Matthew bends his head down to whisper something in her ear. But he secretly yearns to hold her in his own arms, by walking onto the dance floor and breaking their form.

- When Cordelia’s hair comes loose of its pins or decorative daisies, Matthew fixes it while she blushes and thanks him. This drives James crazy becuase he longs to feel Cordelia’s silky red locks through his fingers, ever since he did during their time at the Hell Ruelle.

- They get into petty fights over their feelings for other people. James claims Matthew would be better for Cordelia becuase, “he could give you all of his heart, no matter how broken it is.” But Cordelia argues James could never love her as much as he loves Grace.

- James is aware that Matthew and Cordelia confide in each other, and that Cordelia knows about the secret Matthew’s been hiding over the years. He doesn’t want to pry, but deeply wishes the pair would open up to him more.

- James’s body language changes when he sees Matthew and Cordelia together. He often crosses his arms and appears unwelcoming around them. His expression turns sour while they share a private joke, or his lips tighten as they unintentionally ignore him.

- When it’s raining while everyone’s outside, Matthew avoids placing his jacket over a puddle for anyone to cross over, although he loves sharing an umbrella with Cordelia. But James frowns unhappily at the close proximity.

- Matthew helps Cordelia prepare picnic baskets by arriving early to her house, before everyone meets at midday. They spend an hour making quick snacks and decorating the basket, while James glumly longs to do domestic activities with Cordelia as well.

- After being around Cordelia more, Matthew learns a little Farsi. He doesn’t know the language entirely, but he’s more knowledgeable than James. James, however, unhappily notices them spending long hours in the library translating and reading books.

- When Matthew gets injured and has to stay in the infirmary over night, Cordelia helps James tend to his wounds even when he claims he could do it himself. James can’t help watching when she sits by Matthew’s bedside for a couple of hours after.

- Everyone gets excited over Matthew’s new car, and argue over who sits at the front with him. Although, it annoys James when Cordelia does most of the time. Also, when Matthew and Cordelia insist going on road trips alone, James finds every opportunity to join them.

- When they plan day trips to Hyde park, Matthew and Cordelia gravitate towards each other on the picnic blanket. This leaves James feeling bewildered after she ignores his attempts at making a space vacant next to him.

- With a new killer on the loose, everyone takes scheduled patrols outside. Two people usually team up together, and while Cordelia does most of the nightly runs with Lucie, she does some with Matthew. It bothers James that she never does any with him.

- Cordelia loves spending time with Matthew’s golden retriever. She spoils Oscar by giving him treats, and the dog finds comfort in sleeping on her lap. James thinks Oscar likes Cordelia more than him, and becomes sad becuase it’s something he and Matthew bond over.

- Matthew takes Cordelia shopping. She experiments with different styles, and becomes more confident in wearing lighter colours. She allows herself the freedom to buy dresses she wants, instead of wearing clothes others have bought her. Whereas, James lacks the confidence in gifting her dresses.

- Cordelia longs to see famous landmarks in London like The British Museum, Tower Bridge and Big Ben. She and Matthew take long carriage rides or strolls if places are within walking distance. James longs to join them, but he gets busy helping his parents with Enclave business.

- During large party gatherings, Matthew and Cordelia prefer finding moments alone when the atmosphere becomes stifling. They like sitting and talking on top of the Institute’s roof. James often joins them but feels out of place sometimes.

- James notices Cordelia taking day trips to Grosvenor Square. He watches her become close with the Fairchilds. She develops a special bond with Charlotte and Henry, as she has with his parents, and he misses spending time with her.

- When Matthew and Cordelia’s relationship progresses over time, James tries to bypass being around them. At first, it’s something as little as avoiding eye contact or keeping conversation to a minimum. But he soon becomes less sociable by sitting in a separate room.

#cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #the herondales #the carstairs #the fairchilds #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #matthew fairchild #jamesxcordelia #matthewxcordelia #jordelia #fairstairs #headcanons

[nabrizoya]

TLH; theories, expectations and hopes.

Kinda want to talk about downworlder appearances here. A little more than a long post. 

» 2. Downworld Denizens.

note: to all those who haven’t yet read TDA, GOTSM etc. (because ik a few who haven’t read them yet) this post is not for you. 

TL;DR this post talks about the proportion (no math here) of downworlder appearances in each of the series and novellas we have read. The Bane Chronicles not included.

For understanding’s sake, I’ll divide the downworld as the shadow market does. Into four major segments: warlocks, faeries (with sub-divisions), vampires and werewolves. While we do see other groups of non-shadowhunters and mundanes like the irfits, the djinns, the kelpies, sprites and wights, the mermaids, witches etc. we haven’t seen much of them be a major part of the plot as the above mentioned four do. 

That being cleared, let’s start series wise. 

▸ In The Mortal Instruments, we saw all the four interact. More than interact, actually. Every one of them played a major role in turning the series around. 

Vampires, we know what Simon Lewis, Raphael and Lily did. What antagonists Camille Belcourt and Maureen did and how they shaped the series. 

Werewolf packs, there were revolutions and the emergence of newer and stronger packs.

Warlocks, Magnus Bane, of course, but Ragnor played a part in the first trilogy and we saw Catarina’s abilities in the later half. Tessa was briefly mentioned and the timeline added up by the time COHF ended. 

In TMI, the Seelie Court entirely turned the tables while TDA picked up the thread from its counterpart, the Unseelie Court. Mark was taken away by the wild hunt which sets the precedent to TDA.

And, The End. 

[It’s been two years since I’ve read TMI and I barely remember things from it. All those I do remember is from vague readings that I did from wikia or see Dani’s rereading posts. There are inaccuracies here, but the jist remains the same.]

▸ Walk over to The Infernal Devices. 

Magnus Bane was a crucial character in the series, with a random appearance from Ragnor Fell. We saw Mortmain’s parents too, the warlocks whose deaths Mortmain wanted to avenge. Tessa is not a major warlock character. She’s the protag.

The Dark Sisters, a pair of witches, who unethically and literally shaped Tessa because she possessed the ability to shape-shift. 

Vampires, Alexie deQuincy, the guy in association with the Pandemonium, the club that Mortmain ran. Camille orchestrated the attack on him besides being a side character. 

Werewolves; we saw them both attack and defend Will Herondale on his way to Cadair Idris. Woolsey Scott was the head.

And that’s pretty much where downworlder appearance subsides. No mention of faeries. 

▸ On to The Dark Artifices now. 

Faeries played a MAJOR role in the events of TDA, which makes sense because the Cold Peace greatly influenced the beginning of the series. 

Mark’s return and the eventual discovery of the alliance that Malcolm had with that dude, [for real, I actually forgot his name and I can’t remember or be bothered enough to look it up], who used Mark and Kieran as their pawns to get what they wanted. 

The Unseelie King is dead, the Seelie Queen yeed her last haw and we saw the whole business with the first heir, that took its origins from Ghosts of the Shadow Market. 

Oh, not to forget the ruthless Riders of Mannan. 

And Thule, but we don’t talk about that here. 

Vampires, well, only Nightshade and his drugs. 

Werewolves, nope. None at all. 

Warlocks, yesss, what with the warlock fever and such. The major warlocks we noted are Magnus, Shade Fell, Tessa and, of course, Malcolm Fade. 

Hypatia Vex and Barnabas Hale also were instrumental to the plot since they detailed the tensions of the market. There’s sourness that we saw between Magnus and Hypatia, which should hint towards something. 

▸ Going forth with the Novellas, in Tales From the Shadowhunter Academy, we saw each one of them be mentioned to connect the dots between TMI and TDA and then draw the strings from TID. 

We noted the Uprising and the news of Lucian’s turning in the werewolf part. 

Vampires, I don’t think there was any mention of them at all. 

Warlocks, we saw our little Max Bluebell, Magnus and Alec as a family. Tessa is a warlock who has settled with her and our long lost love, Jem Carstairs. 

Faeries, now, aah, Helen’s inhumane exile, Andrew and Arthur’s torture in the Land Under the Hill, Lady Nerissa, the brief Wild Hunt stunt when Simon got imprisoned and Mark Blackthorn *sob* etc. 

▸ Ghosts of the Shadow Market:

Faeries, yet again, who, out of their spite, destroyed Matthew Fairchild’s life and we don’t how much more detrimental it is going to be ahaha pain my old fren, they harmed Jem too along with Rosemary Herondale, almost killed Tessa etc. 

Vampires, still none. But we did get to see Raphael and Lily’s interactions (The Son of Dawn) and Lily’s past (The Land I Lost). 

Warlocks, yes Tessa! Malcolm Fade and the weird book he was looking for in Every Exquisite Thing. (👀) Catarina Loss and her excellent healing prowess. Leopolda and her stains. Yeah, nothing more.

Werewolves, oh yes Mr. Scott, who helped end Leopolda Stain’s plans. And oh, the smuggling of yin-fen ofc in The Son of Dawn, and the kind werewolves who helped Alec, Lily, Tessa and Jem in The Land I Lost. 

That’s pretty much it. 

The real requirement that the post will satisfy is to see how each of them will make an appearance in The Last Hours.

Warlocks: 

Magnus will not play a major role (nor do I want him to which I will explain in a further post).

Tessa is minimally using her warlock magic. You know, for the smallest of things like some healing powers, lighting a candle with magic. The small stuff. She will, also, play a major role in defeating Belial because she is Belial’s daughter though currently, she is choosing to not use her demonic powers. 

Hypatia Vex is rumoured to be Magnus’ girlfriend? But I’d also like to see her as the authority of Hell Ruelle. Let’s not reduce her to being a simple love interest please.

Malcolm Fade.

I’d also like to see Catarina please Miss Clare, make it happen. 🥺

Land Under the Hill: 

Faeries shall certainly make an appearance. But most of all, they’ll be more inclined to destroy the Herondale lineage. The same happened with Matthew (as we found out in The Land I Lost from Auraline’s guardian): to end the Herondales.

There is a snippet in COI wikia where Cordelia freezes when a faerie tells her not to marry a man who does not love her. I’m ready to believe this is Mother Hawthorn, Auraline’s guardian.

There are also theories that Grace is Nene. Which is a possibility, and if it is true, we can see another faerie plotline.

I’m grasping at straws at this point but,,, Jesse speaking about the Land Under the Hill when he first meets Lucie will probably mean something? This is not my strongest bet, because in Chapter 3, the idea is diminished. Jesse tells Lucie that shadowhunters know about faerie traps too. But, just in case, some food for thought. 

Vampires & Werewolves: 

Vampires and Werewolves WILL play an important role in shaping the series here. With little to no involvement of theirs in TID (and TDA), it is a heavy possibility. 

The series took off with Elias’ punishment for being the person responsible for the deaths of werewolves in Idris. This will come back and bite the families, I’m sure. 

There are theories Matthew might be stripped of his marks to either become a vampire or a werewolf. Strong bets, but I hope not. (is this how werewolves will take their revenge? who knows).

Woolsey Scott and Camille Belcourt are set to make an appearance and we do not know why. 

Pandemonium is coming back too, lads and ladies and everybody else. 

Lily Chen is already present and she is set to become friends, or at least acquaintances, with Camille because they spend the 1920s together. 

Cordelia is going to save Lily and I cannot wait for it. 🥺

And, the end. 

This will also lead more towards the building up of The Wicked Powers too. 

. . .

One last warlock to talk more about is Malcolm Fade. 

Around the timeline of TLH, he has a connection with the Blackthorns and for the most part, is trusted by Magnus and Ragnor as a good and virtuous man. I should believe he was, until the truth is dug out, either in 1903/04, or sometime before 1936 when Jem inquires with Sister Emilia about Annabel Blackthorn. 

As per the information from TDA, Malcolm already was associated with the Unseelie King in the early 1800s, before the Accords that granted peace between downworlders and shadowhunters. He took the Black Volume of the Dead, though he is not possession of it. Yet.

Let me give you map of MF connections (mf connections lmao): 

Blackthorns 

Necromancy 

Black Volume of the Dead 

Warlock Magic aka Portals and Death Magic 

Cornwall Gardens and Institute

Avenging to vengeance 

Shadow Markets 

Sisterhood 

... This will then lead us to more interesting theories. Cassie did mention in one of her asks/answers that Malcolm is going to be a major character in this series. And you bet I’m making a theory about this too. 

That concludes the post. That’s it. If you’ve managed to read this entirety, you’re either too excellent or you’re just as jobless as me. Either way, here’s your reward for bearing with me. Trust me, you won’t regret opening it.

#malcolm fade #magnus bane #tessa gray #jem carstairs #will herondale #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #the dark artifices #the last hours #tales from the shadowhunter academy #ghosts of the shadow market #tsc #q #theories #tlh theories