#matthew Fairchild fic

[parkerslatte]

Until The Flowers Wilt

Matthew Fairchild x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: none. allusions to sex.

Summary: Y/N and Matthew have been friends for years. Everyone can see what the two feel for each other - everyone except Y/N and Matthew it seems.

Shadowhunter Chronicles Masterlist

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“Math,” James said as he watched his parabatai stare out of the window once again. “She’s going to be here soon, you don’t need to keep watch.”

Matthew’s gaze lingered out of the window for a moment longer before he turned to face James. “I’m not keeping watch.”

“Your face is practically glued to the window,” James pointed out. “She’s not meant to be here for another hour.”

“But what is she comes early?” Matthew scoffed. “She’ll be locked out in the cold.”

“I’m sure she will knock on the door,” James said, rolling his eyes. 

By the time James had managed to coax Matthew away from the window seat, there was a knock on the door. Matthew immediately shot to his feet from the seat he had only just sat down in. 

“I’ll get it,” Matthew announced before he began to exit the living area. 

Cordelia appeared in front of him and placed a hand on his chest, halting his movements. “I’ll get it.”

Matthew let out a huff and took a few steps back as Cordelia left to greet the guest. James watched Matthew carefully as he rocked back on his heels watching the doorway. He had always seen the way Matthew acted around Y/N, and vice versa. It seemed to James that everyone could see what the two felt for one another, he even had long discussions with Cordelia about it while they should have been sleeping or doing something else. 

When Y/N finally stepped into the room with a wide smile on her face she was instantly wrapped in a hug by Matthew. Initially she was shocked to be quite literally swept off her feet, but once she relaxed and recovered her arms wrapped around Matthew just as tightly. 

“Don’t go away again,” Matthew mumbled into her hair.

Y/N chuckled. “I was only gone for two weeks!”

Matthew pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and pulled away from the hug, though he still kept his arms around her. “It was still too long for me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully before stepping away from Matthew and wrapped James in a quick hug. “It’s good to see you too, Jamie.”

James smiled at Y/N as she took her place next to Matthew, unconsciously leaning into him. Matthew’s arm rested on her lower back, tugging her closer. The two shared a smile, seemingly lost within each other’s eyes. 

From where Cordelia was leaning against the doorway, just behind Matthew and Y/N, James caught her eye and the two shared a knowing look before James spoke up, interrupting Matthew and Y/N from whatever trance they had put the other in. 

***

It was a nice day when everyone sat together on a picnic blanket enjoying the sun. Matthew and Y/N were seemingly late everyone had noticed. The two hadn’t even sent word of their absence. 

“Did they mention anything to you?” Thomas asked James.

James shook his head. “Matthew only told me that he would pick Y/N up in his carriage at midday.”

“Ah,” Anna spoke up, her gaze fixated over Thomas’s shoulder. “There they are now, only…” she checked her watch, “two hours late.”

When Matthew and Y/N approached, her arm was linked with his and she carried a large bouquet of flowers. Matthew’s gaze was planted firmly on her as she smiled brightly at everyone. 

“Sorry we’re late!” Y/N said. “Instead of taking the carriage, we decided to walk because it would be a shame to waste the sunshine while sitting inside a dark and dreary carriage.”

“Where did the flowers come from?” Anna questioned, a teasing tone in her voice. 

“Oh,” Y/N exclaimed as if she suddenly remembered she was holding them. “We walked past a florist and had a look inside. Matthew purchased these for me for my new flat!”

“They look expensive.”

“They were,” Y/N said. “That’s why I plan to pay him back soon.”

Matthew sent a glare her way. “You will do no such thing!”

Y/N looked up at him and grinned lazily. “Watch me.”

Matthew held her gaze for a moment before rolling his eyes playfully and sat himself down on the picnic blanket. As Y/N was about to be beside him, Matthew easily pulled her down so she sat in front of him, her back resting against his chest.

“Careful!” Y/N said. “You’ll crush the flowers.”

Matthew’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Then I will just have to buy you more.”

Y/N turned her head to look at him. “You will do no such thing.”

Matthew’s head tilted towards her’s. Their faces were close but neither of the two acknowledged it, nor did they acknowledge all of the looks sent their way. Some of knowing, some of confusion and some of desperation. All they focussed on was each other. 

“Won’t I?” Matthew mumbled. 

“You won’t,” Y/N said, her gaze never leaving his eyes.

Matthew smiled. His nose brushed hers. “I will always buy you flowers because every beautiful thing deserves to be owned by the most beautiful woman.”

Y/N’s eyes widened the smallest amount. Her gaze remained on his eyes though her hand tightened on his wrapped around her waist. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course I do,” Matthew said, kissing the tip of her nose before pulling his face away.

Y/N smiled as she reached forward to pick up a sandwich before relaxing fully against Matthew. 

Everyone around them resumed their conversation but everyone noticed how Y/N intertwined her fingers with Matthew’s and how whenever Y/N shuffled or moved the slightest bit, Matthew’s gaze fell to her, full of love. 

***

It was late at night when Matthew and Y/N had finally finished decorating Y/N’s flat. It had been a dreary day and with nothing else to do, Y/N contacted Matthew to help with her decorating. Matthew was knocking on her door not even fifteen minutes later. 

Matthew was sitting on the couch while Y/N came in with two mugs of tea in her hands and placed them down on the table in front of them. The two sat side by side while the fireplace roared. 

“Thank you for helping me today,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence. “It would have been a boring day without you.”

Matthew smiled at the ceiling. “I’m glad I could help. And I’m happy you asked me.”

“There is no one else I would ask,” Y/N said. “Except maybe Thomas, he could easily reach the top of my bookshelf without using a chair.”

Matthew rolled his eyes and rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rested her head on top of his. 

“My favourite decoration is still the flowers you bought me,” Y/N said. “Even if they are a little wilted by now.”

Matthew glanced over at the flowers she had put in a vase, one that Matthew had also bought her when she first moved into her flat. 

“I will need to buy you more,” Matthew said. “And I don’t want to hear you object, because I will buy you more every single time the previous flowers begin to wilt.”

“You are impossible,” Y/N muttered. 

“But you love me for it,” Matthew said. 

Y/N didn’t respond but she smiled. 

Matthew intertwined his fingers with hers before he lifted his head from her shoulder. “Dance with me.”

“What?” Y/N questioned. 

Matthew stood up, pulling Y/N up with him. “Dance with me.”

“But there’s no music,” Y/N questioned as Matthew brought her into the centre of her living room. 

“Who cares,” Matthew said before he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled her against his chest as the two simply swayed in the middle of the room. The only sound was the crackling fire. 

Y/N had been close to Matthew before but there had usually been plenty of other people around. Now with only the two of them she felt her heart begin to beat rapidly. 

Unbeknownst to her, Matthew was flustered. He hadn’t known what overcame him when he asked her to dance. Only that he had an overcoming urge to be close to her and hold her within his arms. 

The fire crackled as the two continued to sway in the middle of the living room. Neither of the two were sure how long it had been since they had started. They were too wrapped up within one another to notice how much time had passed. 

Matthew moved his head from where it had been looking over her shoulder to rest against Y/N’s forehead. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everyday he would wake up and his first thought would be of her and how her hair looked in the sunlight. He would think of how she smiled when she was happy or found something mildly amusing. He thought of her kindness, her intelligence, her humour. He also thought of her touch and they way she always sought him out in a crowd. The way she would lean into him or link his arm while walking. The way she would mess his hair up when he did something mildly irritating. She was the only person he ever let do that. 

Matthew’s eyes closed as he began to lean into Y/N, his breath mixing with hers. There was the smallest brush of his lips against hers and Matthew already craved more. He moved his hands to cup her cheeks and fully pressed his lips against Y/N’s. He nearly felt his heart explode. 

Y/N tensed her whole body as soon as Matthew’s lips touched hers. The feeling wasn’t an unwelcome one but it was a shocking one. She didn’t move and let her hands drop down by her sides. Her brain was stalling her to kiss him back but her body wasn’t cooperating. 

Matthew’s lips detached from hers, his eyes dark but blown wide as he realised what he just did. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Matthew took several steps back from Y/N. “I’ll just go.”

Y/N watched him leave the room without another word. She called out to him but he didn’t reply. It was only when she heard her front door open and prompty close when her body finally allowed her to move. 

She was at her doorway in an instant and swung open the door, not bothering with putting shoes or a jacket on. Luckily her flat was situated on the ground floor so Y/N was immediately opening the front door. It was pouring rain but she didn’t care, stepping outside barefoot and bare armed into the cold rain. She saw Matthew not too far ahead, his hand in the pockets of his trousers, his white shirt completely soaked through. In his haste to leave he hadn’t picked up his jacket. 

“Matthew!” Y/N called while rushing down the street, stones dug into her feet but she didn’t care. The only thing on her mind was Matthew. 

Matthew stopped and turned, he frowned as Y/N ran up to him. “What are you doing out here, Y/N? Go back inside.”

“No,” Y/N said. “You kissed me.”

Matthew sighed and avoided eye contact. “Can we just forget about that? I shouldn’t have done it and now I’ve ruined everything.”

Y/N shook her head. “‘Ruined everything’? How did you ruin everything?” 

Matthew ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it away from his eyes. “You didn’t kiss me back. I think that’s a clear enough answer for me.” Matthew turned to walk away.

“Because you didn’t give me a chance!” Y/N exclaimed. “You were pulling away and leaving before I ever got the chance to respond. I was shocked and confused. I think deep down I knew what I felt for you. I think it was easier for me to just mask it as a close friendship because I was scared you would never love me the way I love you.”

Matthew stilled before slowly turning to face her. “What do you mean, Y/N?”

“By the angel, you can be so stupid sometimes!”

Before Matthew had the chance to respond, Y/N clutched onto the front of his shirt and pulled him down to press her lips against his. The rain continued to pour around them but they didn’t care. Not when Matthew’s hands rested on her hips. Y/N felt the heat from his palms through the thin gown she wore, now completely drenched and clinging to her body. 

Y/N’s arms moved from clutching Matthew’s shirt to wrap around his shoulder’s her hand resting on the back of his head deepening the kiss. Matthew let out a small noise as his fingertips dug into Y/N’s hips pulling her closer until her body was flush with his. 

Matthew pulled away first and rested his forehead against Y/N’s breathing heavily. “Tell me what that meant.”

“Are you really-”

“I already know,” Matthew said. “But I want to hear you say it.”

Y/N smiled. “I am in love with you, Matthew Fairchild.”

Matthew pressed his lips against Y/N’s. It was brief but it told Y/N everything she needed to know. 

“I want to hear you say it too,” Y/N muttered against his lips.”

“I. Love. You.” Matthew said, kissing her in between each word. “I will love you until I let any bouquet of flowers die.” Matthew pressed a soft kiss against the tip of her nose. “So now you cannot deny me when I buy them for you.”

The two stood with their arms wrapped around one another in the middle of the downpour, smiles on their faces. It wasn’t until Y/N shivered that the two broke whatever bubble they had been in. 

“We should get back inside,” Y/N said. “There is a warm fire. Two cups of tea still not finished and…” Y/N leaned up to whisper in his ear. “A warm bed.”

Matthew smirked before he lifted Y/N up in his arms. She laughed in delight. “I am not opposed to that idea.”

***

The next morning everyone was waiting outside of Y/N’s flat. The previous day she had invited them all over to celebrate her moving into her new home.

“Is she even home?” Lucie asked. 

“It’s Y/N,” Anna said. “When she makes plans, she sticks to them.”

“We’ve been waiting here for half an hour,” Thomas said. “Maybe she’s forgotten.”

Cordelia sighed before she pulled a key out of her bag. “Y/N gave me a key to her flat for emergencies.”

“But this isn’t an emergency,” James said. 

“It may not be,” Cordelia said unlocking the door. “But I would like to know where Matthew is.”

The group looked around at one another, only noticing that Matthew wasn’t there.

“Y/N?” Cordelia announced as she stepped into her flat. 

“Cordelia?” Matthew said, appearing from the kitchen carrying two mugs of coffee. He was shirtless and his trousers hung low on his waist. Cordelia averted her gaze. 

“Y/N invited us to see her flat,” Cordelia said as everyone entered the flat behind her. 

They all looked at Matthew. They all shared a look with one another but no one looked the slightest bit surprised. 

“Matthew!” Y/N said, her footsteps padding down the hallway. “Could you help me with this, I can’t get it to stay in place.”

Y/N appeared in the living room, only wearing a white shirt. Y/N let out a noise of surprise when she noticed everyone standing in her living room. 

Matthew placed the two mugs of coffee down before moving to shield Y/N’s body with his own. 

“You can all make yourselves at home,” Y/N said as he and Matthew began to walk down the hallway. “We will be out in a minute.”

The group waited until they heard Y/N’s door close before laughing.

“It was about time,” James said, sitting on the couch and wrapped an arm around Cordelia, a wide smile on his face.

#matthew fairchild x fem!reader #matthew fairchild fic #matthew fairchild x reader #matthew fairchild #the last hours #the last hours x reader #shadowhunters #shadowhunter chronicles

[acciotwinz]

Having faith - Matthew Fairchild x reader

Request: Ok, so I binged Chain of Thorns in a day and I need more Matthew content!! Literally anything Matthew Fairchild would be great! // Maybe hurt!comfort or angst with comfort. I need that reassurance and comfort after the entirety of what my baby went through in CoT.

Thank you so much for your request! I hope I did it and Matthew justice.

As always, kudos, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Matthew is sure he’s never run faster in his life.

One moment, he's relaxing in his flat in Whitby Mansions with Oscar, getting ready to go to bed and the next, he's rushing across London to get to the Institute as quickly as his legs can carry him.

Times seems to run slower than it should, making the trek feel never ending. His heart is beating so hard it feels ready to burst out of his chest. He can make out people shouting at him to be careful as he darts in front of hansom cabs, on and off the sidewalks. He's not even sure he's wearing shoes or a coat. The only thing that Matthew can really concentrate on, other than moving forwards, are those five words in the fire-message from Thomas.

"Matthew, Y/N's hurt. It's bad."

Thomas has never lied to him. He has sometimes sugarcoated or ignored things, but he's extremely truthful and if he's being that short, saying it's bad.. Matthew can't stop to think about that too deeply or he will never make it to the Institute. And he needs to make it there. Y/N needs him. Matthew doesn't remember how exactly he made it to the infirmary. He knows that James was there, keeping him from tripping over his own feet, while Lucy is trying to reassure him that she'll be fine after some rest. Thomas keeps apologizing as they wait outside the doors for Brother Zachariah to let them through.

"What happened?" He needs to swallow a few times and yet, his voice sounds as if he hasn't used it in days.

Thomas sighs, looking away for a moment. "It was sudden. It was supposed to be a boring patrol, like all the other ones have been since Belial died. There was nothing out of the ordinary."

Matthew closes his eyes for a moment, anger coursing through his veins, "Clearly there was or Y/N wouldn't have been hurt!"

"We were heading back to the Institute when a ourobas demon sprang from seemingly nowhere. It slashed Y/N's back and bit her shoulder. She hit her head on the way down while she was trying to get it off her. I got her back as quickly as I could but she'd lost a lot of blood and was struggling to stay conscious or make any sense. Will insisted she get looked over by Uncle Jem."

James claps his shoulder, squeezing it and letting his hand rest there, "She'll be fine, Math. Uncle Jem is with her, he'll make sure she's right as rain in no time."

Matthew can see that Thomas is blaming himself, knows that he should be consoling him and making sure he knows it's not his fault but he can't. Because what if Y/N lost too much blood? What if her head injury leaves her a shell of herself? There are so many horrible possibilities running through Matthew's mind. 

He wants a drink. Desperately.

Y/N's disappointment is the only thing that stops him from running to the kitchens in search of alcohol. Not that she would ever outwardly chastise him. She would simply smile sadly at him and help start his journey over again. He won't put her through that again, not when he's not sure what her condition actually is. He doesn't even realize that he's shaking until James shrugs his jacket off to put it around his shoulders.

"Are you okay, Tom?" Lucy's voice breaks through Matthew's mind fog and for the first time since arriving, he notices how tired and strung out Thomas looks. "I'm fine," the boy replies, "I just can't stop thinking about it. It's all my fault that Y/N's hurt. I should have been more careful."

James shakes his head, "No, it's no one's fault but that demon's."

Thomas just gives them a tight smile and Matthew lets himself slide to the floor, his head dropping to his hands. He can feel James' eyes on him but he ignores it. He leans against the wall, fidgeting with the ring James gifted him after their parabatai ceremony. 

Time passes slowly, the sun peaking over the horizon and creeping under the infirmary doors, illuminating the hallway with soft orange hues. One by one, his friends fall asleep. Lucy is leaning against James' shoulder, Thomas has his neck bent at a weird angle where his heads rests against the wall and James has his head nestled in the crook of Matthew's neck. But Matthew doesn't want to sleep till he sees Y/N. 

Bridget brings by a tray of tea and biscuits but leaves them for when the others wake up. The only thing Matthew wants, he can't have so he just sits impatiently. 

Finally, the doors open and Uncle Jem walks out. Matthew jumps up, nearly sending James flying to the ground but he doesn't care. "How is she?!"

She'll be fine. Brother Zachariah's soothing voice reassures him. She lost a lot of blood and it took me some time to get the demon poison out of her system but she will make a full recovery. "You're sure?" Matthew's eyes fill with tears and he feels like he can breathe again. 

I am certain, Matthew. She will need lots of rest and a few more iratzes but she will be fine.

"Can I see her?" 

The Silent Brother nods, Do try not to wake her. She needs as much rest as she can get.

Matthew doesn't bother with a reply or a thank you, he rushes into the room to be with Y/N. Seeing her there, laying in a bed, pale and motionless finally makes the tears fall. He's seen her sleep in the institute library's chairs, on the couch in their hideout at the Devil's Tavern and this is a far scream from those moments. Her face is usually relaxed in sleep, with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes moving behind her eyelids as she dreams. Now, she's utterly still, her face contorted in a grimace as if even while unconscious, the pain lingers and keeps her from resting. 

He takes a seat next to her bed, gingerly takes her hand in his his. He knows he should be keeping contact to the minimum, as it isn't proper for a gentleman such as himself but he needs this to keep what sanity he has left intact. At least she's warm to the touch and he can watch her chest rise and fall with each breath. Leaving a sweet, lingering kiss to her knuckles, he tucks their conjoined hands under his chin and finally lets sleep catch up with him. 

-----

Y/N blinks her eyes open, slightly disoriented and with a pounding headache. She looks around the room and it takes it longer than it normally would to recognize the Institute's infirmary.  

The sun is high in the sky, meaning that she's probably been here for hours. Her last memory is being with Thomas, making their way back to the Institute for their nightly debrief. They were laughing about something Alastair did and Thomas was taking great joy in recounting the fact.  Her back itches and when she moves her head, a momentary blinding pain radiates from her left temple to the base of her neck.

Y/N groans, trying to bring up a hand to rub at her temple but can't because something is holding it in place. She looks down and sees Matthew fast asleep, his hand clutching hers under his head that rests on the bed. Her heart swells at the sight, feeling loved and cared for. It's almost enough to ignore the pain and stiffness of her body.  Reaching out with her free hand, Y/N runs it delicately through Matthew's blond curls as she gently whispers his name.  Matthew wakes with a start, eyes immediately darting to Y/N and when he sees that she's awake, smiling that blinding smile, he grins as his eyes start watering again. "You're awake."

Y/N nods, but the pain the movement causes makes her groan again. Matthew is quick to react, drawing his stele out of his pocket and gently placing the tip to Y/N's skin to draw a healing rune. Y/N feels the pain melt away as he finishes the design and watches as he kisses the fresh rune.

"Better?"

"Much," she replies with a smile, squeezing his fingers that have once again interlocked with her own. Her vocie is scratchy and her throat is dry but she doesn't want Matthew to move away from her. "What happened?"

Matthew sighs, leaning forward in his seat as his green eyes dart across her body, as if he's making sure she's fully healed. "I'm not sure. I know Tom has explained it to me but I was a bit too preoccupied to really take any of what he was saying in."

"You were worried about little ol' me?" she grins, trying to get him to relax.

Matthew's eyes blaze with anger at her brazen attitude. "Of course I was!" he doesn't scream, which is somehow worse. "Thomas sent a fire-message, saying that you were hurt badly and I had to sit outside the infirmary for hours before Jem came out to give us any news. You could have died, Y/N!"

Y/N struggles as she sits up, freeing her hand from Matthew so she can cup his face. "But I didn't. The job we do is dangerous, you know that. I always worry when you're out patrolling but I know you will come back in one piece. I have faith in your ability, Math." 

Tears stream down his face, wetting her hands as he leans into her gentle touch. "And I have faith in yours. I just can't live with the idea of losing you."

Y/N brushes her lips against his, enjoying the hitch in his breathing. "I love you, Math. I will always do whatever I can to come back to you in one piece."

"I love you too." 

The two lovers stay in the infirmary for the rest of the day, resting and finally loosening up enough to laugh about the whole situation.

And if Matthew leaves the room when it's time for sleep with the intention of getting a ring to propose with, that's only for him to know until he drops down to one knee when Y/N has made a full recovery. 

#JJ writes #shadowhunters fics #the shadowhunter chronicles #matthew fairchild #matthew fairchild x reader #the last hours fics #matthew fairchild fic #matthew fairchild x reader insert #matthew fairchild x y/n

[jsctens]

heronchild angst/matthew introspection snippet from a fic i never ended up finishing 

#the question is....SHUD i finish this #idk i just liked the vibes in this first part #so i decided to post it #no one is convincing me matthew isnt unrequitedly in love with james #no one!!!!! #cassie clare #cassandra clare #shadowhunters #tsc #the shadowhunters chronicles #matthew fairchild #james herondale #heronchild #matthew fairchild fic #matthew fairchild hc #james herondale fic #james herondale hc #chain of gold hc #the last hours #the last hours hc #chain of iron #chain of thorns #shadowhunters fic #tsc fic #cordelia carstairs #jazz writes

[caterpillarinacave]

"You'd be a good father, you know.”

 “Me? A father?” Magnus gave a half laugh, sounding both incredulous and a little startled “Somehow I don’t think that would go very well.”

“I disagree” Henry responded, successfully fitting a second mitten on his son’s hand.    “You’re a very kind person.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think- Well,” Magnus sighed, then shook his head “Besides the destruction I would wrought on an impressionable young mind, warlocks can’t have children. You know that, Henry.”

Henry held up a finger, pausing the conversation to address the toddler in his lap.

“Matthew, you must keep your mitten’s on when we are outside. Will you do that?” He received an earnest nod of confirmation from his little boy. “That’s a good boy.” 

Henry pressed a kiss to Matthew’s forehead, before setting him down and sending him off with a pat on the head. 

“You know, Magnus, you needn’t conceive a child to be their father,” Henry continued addressing his friend once again “And for what it’s worth, I think you would make an exceptional parent.”

Magnus opened his mouth to respond, but found himself robbed of the chance by the delighted high pitched shrieking of a child who seemed to have deemed the majority of his clothing overly restrictive; and he was now running amok, minus his jacket, shirt, hat, and shoes. Although, Magnus observed, to the child's credit, Matthew was still wearing his mittens.

- Snippet of Magnus Bane centric WIP

#theyre besties<3 #ngl this fic will be sad #magnus bane #matthew fairchild #henry branwell #henry fairchild #tid #tsc #tlh #the shadowhunter chronicles #the infernal devices #the last hours #wip #fanfiction #tsc fanfiction #my writing #malec #well malec is later in the fic

[hale-morgenstern]

this is not NEARLY enough y'all

#guys i'm not nearly good enough at fic writing to change this #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #heronchild #james herondale x matthew fairchild #james x matthew #matthew fairchild #james herondale

[alastairstom]

If y'all are interested, I just uploaded the last chapter of this fic and it's all done! Hope you enjoy it :)

taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed): @staywildefairchild @sourlemons262 @belle-keys @drunkonimagination @alastaircarstairsismybff @vwritesaus @claritywithclary @luciehercndale @what-ho-christopher-put-in @life-through-the-eyes-of @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @bluewrite @lulusofis @oursoulstheyplay @tessherongraystairs @athearaej @faithfromanewperspective @vwritesaus @imabitchforjemcarstairs @emmalovesfitzloved @daisymydaisycarstairs @fangirlghost-19 @angeldaisies

#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #matthew fairchild #thomastair #my fic

[heronchildlove]

There is not only one but TWO new fics in the James/Matthew AO3 tag??? Is this an early Christmas gift to me? 😍

Anyway, everyone drop what you are doing and go read The unforeseen consequences of late night phone calls and Murder in the London Institute right now because they are amaaaziiing

#murder in the london institute is an ensemble fic and the james/Matthew tag is followed by a 'sorta it's complicated' so I already love it #lmao #heronchild #matthew fairchild #james herondale #fanfiction #fic rec #tsc #the last hours #tlh #the shadowhunter chronicles

[incorrectlasthours]

Thomas: I knew I was gay when I was eight years old, at a sleepover.

Thomas: One of the other guys asked me who was my celebrity crush, and I couldn’t think of a girl celebrity that I’d even considered, so I panicked and said Queen Victoria.

James:

Christopher:

Matthew: You do realize that’s when the rest of us learned you were gay, right?

Thomas:

Thomas: Well, I realize that now.

#PLEASE READ MY TAGS HERE!! HEADCANON #I’d pay cassie to write a fic of the merry thieves having a sleepover when they were eight #James would NOT want to be there #poor boy is reading in the corner and asking aunt sophie to call his mom to pick him up haha #Matthew would have TOO MUCH ENERGY like boy is bouncing off the walls excited #sophie and Gideon are like TAKE THE SUGAR AWAY but it’s too late #Matthew has already eaten all the candy and drank half the soda #Christopher is zoned out 99.99% of the time #only focuses when he realizes Thomas is gay #and little Thomas is yelling like EVERYONE *cough* Matthew *cough* SHUT UP BEFORE MY PARENTS HEAR #incorrect last hours #the last hours #tlh #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #james herondale #christopher lightwood #matthew fairchild #original: unknown

[imherongraystairstrash]

you’re fics are my fav and im feeling absolutely empty after chot so im BEGGING for a charlotte and matthew fic…literally anything i would read about them sitting in silence at this point im desperate

Ahh thank you so much! I'm so honored that you enjoy my fics so much <3

I'm sorry it took me a while to finish the fic, I had a bunch of random ideas and I had to figure out how to thread them together, but I'm happy to finally present this fic to you and I hope it helps mend your heart, just a tiny bit :)

**Major CHOT spoilers; Don't read this if you haven't finished Chain of thorns!!***

Open your heart

"What happens when people open their hearts? They get better."

-Haruki Murakami

...

It felt strange sleeping in his old house with his parents again, but Matthew couldn’t bring himself to sleep in his flat alone. 

No. Matthew couldn’t sleep in his flat alone. He’d realized this at Kit’s funeral when the sudden realization of Christopher’s death had finally sunk. Before, with all of the trouble Belial had stirred up, there hadn’t been time to mourn. To truly process what had happened; Matthew and James were in literal Hell, trying to find a way to save their world. To save their loved ones. 

But, on that cold winter’s day, dressed in all white, the sudden wave of pain threatened to suffocate him. Matthew realized that he would never see Christopher again. Kit, who had been a friend since before Matthew could remember. Matthew didn’t know how to live in a world where Kit wasn’t there, in constant need of supervision and protection. Memories flooded his brain, memories of Christopher collected by Matthew throughout the sixteen years they had known each other. 

Matthew felt his world crashing before him. His palms began to sweat, despite the cold, as he watched the fire rise high. Suddenly, he felt his mother’s hand find his own. She held it tightly as they both watched the pyre burn. 

“Come stay with us for a while, Matthew.” She whispered. “Just until you’ve had time to grieve, if you’d like. But I’m worried for you, and I want to be able to help you.”

Matthew thought of James and Thomas. He knew that if he stayed by himself in his flat, his friends would want to help and stay with him so that he could slowly stop drinking. But he didn’t think that was fair to them, especially since they were greatly suffering as well.

So Matthew nodded, leaning towards his mother, ever so slightly, as if she might protect him from the pain he felt in his heart. 

Since then, Matthew was slowly remembering what it was like to let himself be loved. After telling his parents his secret, he felt like an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Of course, he still felt guilt over what he’d done to his unborn sister; he didn’t think there would ever be a day in which he didn’t feel that pressing guilt on his conscience. But knowing that his parents still loved him, even after he’d told them what he’d done, made it easier to start forgiving himself. Moreover, getting through every day was significantly easier: he’d train with James and Thomas, spend time watching Henry work in his crypt, help him mother with daily tasks, even though she kept insisting that just because she was pregnant, it didn’t mean she was incapable of doing something as simple as going down the stairs. 

“Might I remind you that I fought in the Clockwork war while I was pregnant with Charles,” Charlotte said, throwing Matthew a fond look.

“And might I remind you how he turned out.” Matthew pointed out.

Charlotte scowled, “Don’t be cruel towards your brother.”

Matthew should have known that if his mother could still love Charles, despite all of his flaws, she would have loved him, even after she found out about his secret. 

Tonight, however, Matthew was not all right. He’d been laying in his bed when all of a sudden he’d begun feeling as if he were suffocating. He’d thrown open the window, breathing in the icy winter air in between gasps. He stood there until he was shivering and covered in goosebumps. Even then, he still felt destabilized. He looked around his room, dread filling his lungs. It seemed his mind wouldn’t stop replaying every horrible memory he’d ever experienced. He was drowning in the past, each image coming sharper than the last. He wanted nothing more than to drink and numb the pain. To make it fuzzy and unrecognizable so that he could tolerate it. Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw tightly as if he could shut the world out if he tried hard enough. He ground his teeth together so tightly he felt his jaw crack. 

Suddenly, he felt a soft tuft of hair on his fingers. Matthew opened his eyes to find Oscar, who had been laying in Matthew’s bed, beside him. As he looked at Matthew with his big round eyes, he managed to calm the boy down, just enough for Matthew to slowly make his way to the parlor.

Matthew sunk down on the couch, Oscar laying down by his feet. Matthew already felt calmer at the change of scenery, no matter how small that wave of calm was. He leaned over, letting his head hang as he rested his elbows on his knees. 

You don’t need to drink, he told himself. You’re all right. You do not need to drink.

Matthew clenched his fists, feeling the bite of his nails against the sensitive skin of his palm, hoping that the pain was enough to bring him back down to earth. 

Matthew clenched his fists even harder, digging his nails deeper into his palms when he heard a thumping sound—Oscar tail wagging against the wooden floor—accompanied by light footsteps sounding from the hall. Matthew looked up to find Charlotte standing by the doorway, a hand resting lightly on her lower abdomen, her face worried. 

“Matthew,” She said, making her way towards him. “Are you all right?”

He heard her gasp as she put her hands over his arms. “Matthew, Matthew darling, stop.” He could hear the desperation in her voice as she begged him to stop, to unclench his fists. Matthew looked down and saw that his hands were full of blood. Slowly, he opened his fists, looking at the blood caked under his nails and at the deep grooves they left behind on his palms.

He was vaguely aware of his mother taking his head on her arms, holding him tightly as she whispered words of endearment in his ear. He knew she was crying from the slight tremors in her voice and the occasional soft droplets weight that fell on his hair, which he knew were teardrops. Charlotte pulled away slightly, holding his face in both of her hands. It was strange to see his mother with tears in her eyes; she hated crying in front of others. 

“Darling, why would you do that?” She asked, her voice cracking.

Matthew shrugged, even though his eyes were full of tears. He tried to turn his face away from her so that she wouldn’t see him crying, but Charlotte only sat beside him and put a hand on his back, knowing perfectly well that something was bothering him.

“What’s the matter, darling?”

A single tear slipped away from Matthew, which was a catalyst of sorts for an entire waterfall of tears to flow. Charlotte put her soothing arms around him and he clung to them as if he were a child again, his tears came in large waves that pulled at his heart. He didn’t want to get his blood on his mother’s nightgown, so he kept his hands in front of him, his wrists on his knees. 

“It’s difficult, Mama,” he said finally, “It’s so incredibly difficult to stop. All these years I’d been running away from my pain by drinking and now I have to confront them and it’s harder than I could have possibly imagined. But I know I owe it to Christopher, to Jamie and Thomas, to you and Papa to stop and—”

Charlotte pulled away, grabbing hold of Matthew’s head in between both of her hands. “Matthew, you owe it to nobody but yourself. You deserve to be loved. You can do things because you want to be healthy, not because you want to please others.” She kissed his forehead. “I wish you thought yourself deserving of happiness.”

Matthew bit his lip. “Kit also deserved happiness. And instead, he’s gone.” Matthew wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “It’s not fair, Mama,” He said in between tears, “He didn’t deserve to die. He had so much to live for.”

“I know, darling,” She said, rubbing circles into his back, “Nobody should die so young. And no mother should have to bury her child. But if there’s one thing I will never forget about Christopher is that he was always happy.” Charlotte said to a watery smile, “It was infectious really. He reminded me a lot of your father.”

Matthew nodded, putting his head on her shoulder. 

“Christopher lived a full life, Matthew. He did everything he had set out to do and, unfortunately for us, the Angel decided that that was enough, that his life’s purpose was fulfilled and that now he could rest both his mind and spirit.” 

Matthew huffed a laugh, “Kit is incapable of resting his mind.”

Charlotte smiled, “His form of resting is by learning. And he’s slowly discovering the secrets of the universe, I’m sure. We can only learn so much on Earth. Imagine all that he must be learning in the afterlife.”

Matthew managed a wobbly smile. “He’s probably jumping out of his skin at some rainbow fungi he found somewhere.”

Charlotte laughed. “And in between each of his discoveries, he’s probably watching over us.”

Matthew turned to look at his mother, and smiled at her. Charlotte’s eyes softened and she pressed a long, soft kiss on his forehead. 

“Stay here, darling,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

…

Charlotte rushed to get a water basin, a clean rag and a stele. She relaxed when she saw that Matthew was still in the parlor, smiling softly at a sleeping Oscar. She quickly set everything down and wet the rag. She sat down beside Matthew once more and motioned for him to give her one of his hands. 

As delicately as she could, Charlotte began cleaning away the dried blood caked on his hands. Matthew winced as she dabbed as lightly as possible over his wounds from where the blood had come from. 

Once she finished with his left hand, she rinsed the rag in the basin before starting on the other.

Matthew watched her placidly as she cleaned, his expression blank. 

“All done,” Charlotte said, setting the rag in the basin and reaching for her stele. She drew up Matthew’s sleeve, trying not to despair over how thin he’d gone these past few weeks due to his alcohol withdrawal.

She was about to draw an iratze rune when she suddenly froze. Across Matthew’s arm there were thousands of tiny scars, many of them overlapping. She glanced up at her son in surprise. Matthew, confused, looked down at his arm, catching sight of what caused Charlotte’s reaction. 

“Oh,” he said, as Charlotte ran the tips of her fingers over the new scars that trailed up Matthew’s arms. “Those are new.”

“When did this happen?” She asked, her voice coming out soft. The unasked question hung in the air between them: did you do this to yourself?

Matthew shook his head, even though Charlotte didn’t ask a yes of no question. 

“I got them in Edom,” he said. “James was trying to heal me.”

Charlotte put a hand on his cheek. “From what?” 

Matthew told her, each word piercing Charlotte’s heart like a million little needles.

Matthew seemed to notice this. “You don’t have to worry, Mama,” He said, “I’m getting better.” 

Charlotte looked down and drew two quick but careful iratzes on his forearm. “I know, darling. But I’ll always worry, for I love you.” She finished off the iratzes and kissed Matthew’s cheek. “And because that is simple what mothers do.” 

She stood and straightened her nightgown. “Now then, I think it’s high time we go to bed.” She held her hand out to Matthew and smiled at him when he took it.

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Fairchild Family Fic

Mild Chain of Thorns spoilers, Matthew tells his parents his secret. 2,270 words. Also soon to be cross posted on Ao3.

"Jamie?" Matthew had knocked on the office door Cordelia had led him to, before opening it completely, not waiting for his parabatai to call back. Surprising himself when he opened the door without trouble from his shaking hands.

"Math?" James was already looking towards the doorway, towards him, his eyebrows drawn in just enough his face began to crease, his golden eyes direct on Matthew.

"My- my parents leave for Idris, tomorrow. It's their last night in London-"

James cocked his head, "Are you thinking of going back with them?"

"No." He shook his head. "Oscar and I are staying. I was going to tell them, tonight, about-about what- I was going to tell them, before they left. I was- I was hoping you'd come with me."

His friend's head was at enough of an angle that his dark hair was free, tumbling off his forehead in groups, looking messy and carefree. But his face didn't match, the look of worry didn't leave it while he nodded.

"Of course, Matthew. Of course I'll come with you." James stood up, putting aside any concern he visibly felt for his friend and smiled. A gesture Matthew appreciated, when his friends smile had come to be such a comfort over the years, a common similarity.

• • •

James had held Matthew's hand the entire carriage ride to his parents house, keeping it still in between both of their laps.

"I don't know what I'll do," Matthew murmured, "if they don't forgive me." They were stopped outside of his parents house, should've been going in it. But he wasn't ready to move, just yet.

"They will, Math. There's not a doubt in my mind that they will." His parabatai had gently let go of his hand, signaling that it was time to go, but he leveled a clear look at him first that said he wasn't done with what he was saying. "But Matthew, will you forgive yourself with them?"

"I'll try."

"That's the most I could ask for."

James stepped out of the carriage without waiting, giving Matthew no opportunity to change his mind. Not when it would mean leaving his poor bestfriend stranded.

His hands were shaking as he followed James, standing beside him, both of them facing the Fairchild home. His hand no longer held his parabatai's, instead they only held each other in a half hearted attempt to keep them still that failed miserably.

"What if they don't let me in?" Matthew looked at his friend with what felt like the fakest smile he'd ever put on, trying pretend it was a dumb joke and not something he really was scared of. He couldn't bare the thought of walking up to the doors only to be locked out, worse if he'd have to knock and they'd refuse his entrance.

"It's your home, Matthew. And they're your parents. Their door will always be open to you."

"They might not consider it my home anymore. . . I've rarely visited since I moved out. Recently I haven't at all, aside from after Edom. After Belial, and London. . . I'd let my mother lead me home, I slept in my old bed, but I'd left early in the morning. Before they'd woken." He could only imagine how it must of hurt his mother to find him gone like that, without even saying goodbye. It made him want to go inside even less.

"Your mother will let you back in now, too. She will lead you to the same bed, if you need it, she will love you just as much Math."

He shook his head, hanging it just enough he could see the shined black leather of his shoes, before he separated his hands and reached one out to ask for James's.

"I don't suppose if they cast me out yours would take me in? They accepted a ghost, why not someone who attempted matricide?" This he had completely meant as a jest, but Jamie did not laugh, even for his benefit.

"They won't cast you out, Matthew. You're their son."

He allowed himself one more breath before he lead James up the steps, and despite having a key, knocked.

He could not have bared to try the key to find out the locks had been changed, so he did not try.

It took too long for someone to answer.

Long enough that he began to believe they'd spied him through a window and had refused him entry, that he should just turn and leave.

He'd just begun to tug on James's hand to do so, when the door opened.

Matthew stared at his mother, and his mother stared back.

"Matthew," It was less greeting, and more of a numb surprise she hadn't meant to voice. "James. Hello." She hadn't stopped looking at her son.

"Is Charles home?" He asked.

His mother had always been small, both height and stature, but she'd always had a way about her that made her feel so much bigger. You forgot, when she was in a room, that she was so slight, so small, she was always in charge. If not in charge, confident to the point you'd know to turn to her if anything went even slightly off plan.

He hadn't felt as though he towered over her until now, and it was less that he felt tall, but more that he felt she was small and delicate and he was massive. He was taking up all the space- he felt as though he couldn't breathe, he had to be taking up all the air as well- and leaving none for her, for his mama.

She looked briefly disappointed, before she shook her head.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course you can. Is that why you knocked? Did you think-"

"I forgot my key," Matthew lied smoothly, and silently yelled at himself. He was here to be honest, and he started it by lying.

Charlotte stepped from the door frame, Matthew stepping in, finally letting go of James's hand.

"Where's papa? Downstairs?"

"No," His mother was still watching him, and only him. "He's in the sitting room."

"Good." He'd replied. "I need to talk to the both of you."

His mother nodded, only now looking away, starting her walk towards the sitting room Matthew was equally familiar with.

He was used to the soft neutrals of the furniture, the way it was both refined and regal, a part of him missed it. He missed his home.

And he missed his father, who sat in his chair, busy with something in his hands before he'd looked up and smiled at his wife. Then, noticing them, at his soon and his son's friend.

He barely let his mother sit down before he started talking.

"When I was in the academy there was a rumor about me. I didn't- or about our family. I- I didn't believe it, at first, but then I couldn't stop thinking about it." He hadn't even gotten to the real hard part yet, and still he could not look at either of his parents. "It was that I was a bastard. That Henry couldn't possibly be my papa. That it was Gideon Lightwood, instead."

"That's what you needed to discuss with us? Matthew. . . of course Henry's your father. Gideon is a friend-"

"No. I- that's not it. I know now that you're my papa," He looked directly at his father, the man he had once been so close to. He looked unconsciously to make sure his father was perfectly intact, still so used to taking care of him, and despite the distance felt himself relieved when he saw no new burns or cuts on his skin, his browning red hair wasn't even tinged. "And you are the best papa I could ever have. I am glad that it is you.

"I am not accusing either of you of mistakes, I am telling you of my own. I am asking for forgiveness."

He took a moment- he wanted to keep going, instead of leaving them wondering any longer.

He didn't know how to continue when all he could hear was his heart beat, all he could feel was the cardiac muscle slamming against his ribs and his lungs refusing to inflate.

James put his hand back on Matthew's, and he could breathe again.

"When I was a boy, I believed it. I did the unforgivable. I went to a shadow market, I was young and stupid and I was tricked. I'd thought I'd bought a truth potion. I never should've doubted for a moment who my father was, I never should've played with the faeries.

"I made the scones you always liked, mama. And I added some of it. I was going to hear the truth, I'd decided. But it was all a lie. I was a fool.

"I'd nearly killed you."

He took a moment before he said what was left, his head hanging low.

"And I did kill the baby. My sister.

"I'm sorry. I am so so so sorry." He felt like all of him was shaking, he probably was. His stomach was in his throat, almost literally. It was taking all of him not to vomit on the floor. He was trying to avoid crying, and wasn't entirely sure he was succeeding.

James's hand tightened on his own when neither of his parents spoke.

Matthew had known James was wrong. He had known that what he'd done was unforgivable. He'd let Cordelia convince him it wasn't. He'd let James.

"Matthew," he heard his mother, but he didn't look at her. "You've kept that to yourself this whole time?"

He didn't hear anger in her voice, though he was sure that's why she was asking. Because he'd known what he'd done and he'd let them love him.

"I know." He murmured. "I should've told you. I should've told you so you stopped loving me. I'm sorry, that I let you continue to after everything. I tried to get away, so that you'd stop-"

"No, Matthew." He was surprised, this time, when it was his father, sounding surprisingly clear. And there. "You should've told us so we could help you."

He hadn't meant to, but he looked up. He was shocked by how gentle his father sounded. The way he heard no anger from either of them.

He didn't see it, either. His mother's hand was tightly in her husband's. Both of their brown eyes were darkened just slightly by the shadows of their drawn in brows while they watched him.

"Help me?"

"Yes, Matthew. We could've helped you let go of this burden, earlier."

"I wouldn't have deserved that." He knew it was what he was asking for now, that he shouldn't he arguing against it.

"You did. You do. Matthew, you made a mistake. It would be a different story, if you had meant the harm you caused. But we know you hadn't meant it, we know you, Matthew. We know you never would've done it intentionally."

"And Matthew," he looked from his father, to his mother as she took over the conversation. "We lost you too. We lost our baby, but losing you was harder.

"We just want you back."

He looked between both of them, back and forth, even once looking towards James. "You forgive me?"

"We do." His mother nodded.

Matthew had stopped trying to keep his tears away, now. They poured down his face while he stayed on the opposite side of the room as his parents.

He felt small again. Young. He wanted his mother to hold him, he wanted her to stay in London instead of return to Idris. He remembered when he'd held her skirts so tightly as a small boy begging her not to leave and he had the urge to do it now.

"I've stopped drinking." He said instead. Instead of asking that they hold him or stay longer. He was grown now, and while he wasn't a fan of his brother, he was sure Charles had never fallen at their feet and begged them to love him.

"You have?" He heard a tone of happiness in his mother's voice.

"I have. I stopped- I stopped after Paris. I- I've been sober for- for a couple weeks. I'm trying."

"That's wonderful, Matthew!" His mother stood up from where she was sitting, gently separating her hand from Henry's, and walked towards him.

She wrapped her arms around him so tightly he let out a loud breath by accident, before he buried his head in her shoulder, and sobbed harder. He held her back just as tightly. Not letting her go for too long.

When finally he let her go she stepped just slightly back, before returning to her chair, and her husband.

"We have good news, too." Matthew watched him place her hand back with her husband's. "We're expecting another baby."

"You are?"

"We are. And we are very happy that you'll get your chance at being a big brother."

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CONGRATS LORE!

for the ask game....

📝 for Matthew and James the biggest drama queens of tlh. But can you make it really short? I want no context and utter angst *smiles evilly*

👀 If there was one thing you'd tell your 12 year old self, what would it be?

👀 Yes I am doing two but only to ask to see picture of your cat because I love your cat.

and finally ⭐ for the mutual ask game

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Thank you sm Chia!! 🥺🥰 I hope you like your drabble <333

I put a read more because the post is a little long 😂

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"Jamie," Matthias said, stepping forwards with a stumble. "I'm sorry.'

James turned away and paced, trying to ignore the twinge of pain in his heart when he saw Oscar with his head down in his bed, watching the whole ordeal with sad eyes.

"Matthew," he said, running a hand through his hair. "You can't do these things. You're going to get yourself killed!" He turned on him. "You could have gotten Lucie and I killed!"

"I didn't ask you to come there," he insisted. "It wasn't any of your concern! I told you already, I never asked you to watch over me like a bloody," he sputtered, then gave up. "I never asked you to care!"

"You asked me to care and look over you the day you asked me to be your parabati," James said, the anger gone and just a deep sadness behind his eyes. "This must stop, Matthew."

And Matthew screamed at him until he left. He collapsed to a pathetic heep of tears and pulling at his hair. His only comfort was Oscar, who had come to put his head in Matthew's lap. He leaned against his couch from where it sat behind him. "I'm sorry Jaimie," he murmured in an empty space.

Angsty and short, as you requested <3

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If there was one thing you'd tell your 12 year old self, what would it be? Ahhhh this is a tough one! I wouldn't so much as tell myself anything but would rather show myself all the things I've achieved since then. The friends I have, the things I've made and done, how I've improved. I went through some major creative block when I was 12 and I think if I'd had the encouragement I do now, I could have done a lot more!

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Aw thank you 🥹 She loves you too she's a sweetie. (She bites with love 😌)

Have three <333333

Thank you Chia!!! 🥰🤗

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[parkerslatte]

Unspoken Words

Matthew Fairchild x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: mentions of substance abuse.

Summary: Matthew surprises Y/N at her flat after his year of travelling. Some unspoken emotions surface.

A/N: this is kind of a au where Matthew never had any sort of relationship with Cordelia except for friendship :)

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Y/N knew that she wasn’t expecting anyone. If any of her friends and family were going to pop around, they would send a note beforehand. Y/N was just getting ready for bed when there was a loud knock on her front door. At first she debated even answering it, but after knowing that the nice mundane doorman would never let anyone up to her apartment without knowing them beforehand, she felt the smallest bit safer.

She threw her robe around herself and took the few steps down the hallway from her bedroom to her front door. When she opened it, Y/N froze and stared wide-eyed. Her heart had immediately begun pounding.

“Hello, Y/N,” Matthew said, his beautiful smile stretching across his face.

“Matthew?” Y/N whispered, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Y/N stepped back to allow Matthew into her flat and closed the front door, still trying to process everything. Once she turned back to Matthew she hesitantly reached out and brushed her hand over his arm, trying to deem if he were real or not.

“I can’t tell if it’s really you or not,” Y/N said as she took one more step closer.

“It’s really me,” Matthew said, his voice low and warm.

Y/N trailed her hand up his arm until she reached his shoulder and gripped onto it. “You’re really here.”

“I am,” Matthew said breathlessly.

Y/N smiled and threw her arms around Matthew’s neck and pulled him tightly to her. His own arms wrapped around her waist and pressed her body into his own until there wasn’t a single gap between them.

Y/N’s head buried in the crook of Matthew’s neck as she breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne. She hadn’t realised how much she missed it until now. Her shoulders shook as she tried her best to keep the tears from flowing down her cheeks but failed. All the emotion she had over missing Matthew was all coming out.

Matthew pulled away from their hug and rested his forehead against Y/N’s. “There’s no need to cry.”

“You’re crying too,” Y/N said as she noticed the tears brimming Matthew’s eyes.

He tried to blink his own away but only succeeded in making them fall down his cheeks. Y/N let out a breathy laugh and wiped his tears away, her hands lingering on his cheeks.

“I missed you so much,” Y/N whispered. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I missed you too,” Matthew said. “More than you can imagine.”

“I wished everyday that you would show up on my doorstep, I’ve even dreamed of it a few times,” Y/N admitted. “That’s why I didn’t believe you were really here.”

“I dreamed of you too,” Matthew said. “Nearly every night I was away.”

Y/N closed her eyes and savoured the feeling of Matthew’s arms wrapped around her. It had been just over a year since she had last seen Matthew. They had sent letters to one another over the year but it wasn’t ever nearly enough. Having Matthew with her and hearing his voice was the greatest gift Y/N had ever received.

A loud crash echoed from the flat above Y/N’s and caused the two to jump apart in surprise. Y/N immediately missed the warmth of Matthew’s body. As she now stood opposite him she realised how little she wore. Her night clothes were thin and didn’t do a huge job of concealing her body. Y/N flushed and Matthew tried not to move his gaze away from her face.

“Do you want tea or anything?” Y/N asked, leading Matthew through her flat and to her living room.

The room had a lingering warmth from the fire that had been roaring not too long ago. Despite this, Y/N still felt a chill.

“I’m okay, thank you, Y/N,” Matthew’s response was strangely formal.

Y/N only nodded and took a seat on her couch and beckoned Matthew over. “Tell me about your travels.”

“I’m sure you’ve already heard all about them,” Matthew said, getting comfortable next to Y/N.

“I want to hear about them again,” Y/N said. “I want to hear you tell me, not just read about them.”

“Okay,” Matthew said, settling further down into the couch, his arm brushing Y/N’s as she unconsciously shuffled closer.

When Matthew began talking about his travels, the smile on his face was infectious. It was a smile that, before his travels, Matthew brought out so rarely. A soft smile graced Y/N’s face as she listened to Matthew. His hands flapped about as he spoke and she wanted to reach forward and intertwine her fingers with his.

It was no secret to anyone else that Y/N loved Matthew dearly. Before he left, even she hadn’t known exactly what she felt for the blonde Fairchild. She had only ever thought that her relationship with him was a close friendship. It wasn’t until he left for his travels where she realised that the ache in her chest wasn’t because her friend had left. It was because the person she loved had left.

For weeks, Y/N didn’t leave her flat much, only to buy food or gather her post. She was happy for Matthew. Happy that he was doing something he had always wanted to do. The only thing she wished was that she had realised her feelings for the Fairchild sooner.

“Are you even listening to me?” Matthew teased as he noticed Y/N’s faraway expression.

“Of course I am!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Then what did I just say?”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed trying to respond but she couldn’t because she truly didn’t know what Matthew said.

“I will listen now, I swear,” Y/N said.

Matthew rolled his eyes and pulled Y/N closer to his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’ve spoken enough of my travels, tell me about what you did.”

Y/N sighed and wrapped her arms around Matthew’s torso and rested her head on his chest. “You don’t want to hear about what I did. It’s rather boring.”

“Nothing you do is boring,” Matthew said, his arm moving from her shoulders to rest on the dip of her waist.

Y/N felt the heat of his hand through her thin nightgown and robe. She wasn’t entirely sure that Matthew even realised that he had moved his arm, but Y/N didn’t say anything about it.

“Honestly Matthew,” Y/N said. “I haven’t really done much.”

“Liar,” Matthew whispered against her hair.

Y/N sighed. “I did a little travelling of my own, not to your scale though. I just did a small tour around England, Scotland and Wales for a few months, nothing too grand.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Matthew asked.

Y/N nodded. “I did, it felt…freeing.” Y/N traced the pattern on Matthew’s waistcoat with her finger. “I do like London but being away for a bit made me realise how little I’ve actually done with my life.”

“Don’t say that,” Matthew said. “You’ve done a lot with your life.”

“But only to the confines of London,” Y/N said. “When I travelled, it was the first time I’d ever seen the sea and felt sand between my toes.”

“Where was your favourite place to go?”

“Cornwall,” Y/N answered. “I spent a week there, the longest I spent anywhere. I stayed in a small village and everyone knew each other. It was nice to now worry about anything and just live in the moment. Is that how you felt?”

Matthew smiled. “That is how I felt.”

“It was a good feeling,” Y/N said.

The two fell into a comfortable silence. Y/N still lightly traced the patterns on Matthew’s waistcoat while he toyed with the ends of her hair. Y/N felt her heart begin to beat rapidly as Matthew’s hand moved from the dip of her waist to her hip. Still he didn’t seem to notice.

Y/N tilted her head up to look at Matthew, his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was in deep thought. However once he noticed Y/N’s changed in position his gaze shifted to meet hers.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he replied.

The two only looked at one another, no words exchanged. Their faces so close that Y/N could feel his breath lightly fan her face and she had no doubt that Matthew could feel hers.

A shiver made its way through her body and she pressed herself closer to Matthew, wanting his warmth. The hand that had been simply resting on his lap was now rubbing her upper arm lightly trying to give Y/N as much warmth as possible.

The places Matthew touched felt like they were on fire despite the plunging temperature. His touch sent her alight.

Y/N’s hand moved from where it was rested on his chest to his cheek, her thumb lightly brushing across his cheekbone. Matthew watched her movements carefully.

“Did you meet anyone while travelling?” Y/N asked the question before she could even think about the repercussions.

Matthew froze as did Y/N.

“I didn’t mean to ask that,” Y/N said, wide-eyed and began to pull away from Matthew. “That was completely out of line. I’m so sorry-”

“Y/N,” Matthew said. He didn’t sound angry.

Y/N stopped and looked at Matthew. She was beyond embarrassed. Even if he did meet anyone, it was none of her business. Matthew was his own person and could make his own choices. And just because she loved him, doesn’t mean that he loved her back.

As Y/N began to pull even further away from him, Matthew lightly grasped her and pulled her closer to him until they were in the same position as before.

“Ask me again?” Matthew said.

“What?” Y/N questioned, even though she knew exactly what Matthew wanted her to ask.

“The question,” Matthew said. “Ask me again?”

“Did you meet anyone?” She asked.

There was a pause while Matthew let out a breath. “No, I didn’t.”

Y/N felt bad that she felt the smallest bit relieved at his answer.

“Did you meet anyone?”

The question caught Y/N off guard. “Sorry?”

“Did you meet anyone?” Matthew repeated.

“No,” Y/N answered. “No, I didn’t.”

Matthew only nodded as he didn’t meet her gaze. His eyes were fixated on where his hand grasped hers.

Y/N now felt hot. Before she was cold but now she was burning everywhere and wanted to escape the conversation. The once comfortable atmosphere had changed to one of uncertainty. Y/N didn’t like the change.

“Why did you ask me that question?” Matthew asked, his gaze still purposefully avoiding hers.

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N said.

“You do know,” Matthew said.

Y/N sighed and looked at where their hands were joined, the cool metal of his rings pressed against her skin. The words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t bring herself to speak them.

“I asked you that question because…” she trailed off.

“Because what, Y/N?” Matthew’s gaze finally met her’s. “Please tell me.”

“Because I am in love with you.” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Despite her nerves, Y/N felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest. The words she had always wanted to write to Matthew in her letters were finally spoken. The world grew dark as Y/N closed her eyes, not wanting to meet Matthew’s gaze in fear of what he would say or do. If he pushed her away, Y/N wouldn’t know how she would react.

However, what Matthew did say surprised her.

“You can’t mean that,” Matthew said.

“What?” Y/N said and opened her eyes. “Of course I mean that.”

Matthew shook his head, emotions swimming in his green eyes. “You can’t.”

“Why can’t I?” Y/N said. “I am in love with you Matthew.”

“No,” Matthew said, tears welling in his eyes. He clutched Y/N’s hands tighter.

“I do,” she said, bringing her hands from his and caressed the sides of his face. “I love you.”

Matthew’s eyes bore into hers. They held a look on uncertainty, like he wasn’t entirely sure that anything was real.

“How can you possibly mean that?” Matthew said.

“I do mean it,” Y/N said. “I love you so much that it hurt me so much when you left for your travels. I didn’t realise it before but once you left I realised that what I felt for you was love. Not the type of love you share with any of our friends. I felt it long before but was too oblivious to realise it. I fell in love with you years ago.”

“You loved me even when…” Matthew trailed off, not wanting to speak much of that period in his life.

“Even then,” Y/N said. “I adore you.”

Y/N wiped away the tears from his eyes as Matthew gently held onto her wrists, leaning into her touch.

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay,” Y/N said, her voice cracking. “We can just forget about it.”

“I never thought I deserved you,” Matthew said, his voice wavered like any moment he would burst into tears. “I never told you I loved you because I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/N’s heart broke hearing the sadness in Matthew’s voice. “Why didn’t you think you deserved me?”

“I could barely take care of myself, let alone you,” Matthew replied. “There were times when I wanted to tell you, not caring how it would affect our friendship. You were– are the constant thing on my mind. I wake up thinking about you and I fall asleep thinking about you.” Matthew paused to let out a shaky breath. “When I went on my travels, I hoped that I could move past what I felt for you but with every letter I sent you and how you responded with such excitement and telling me how proud you were of me, the more I fell in love with you– even if I was thousands of miles away.”

Y/N let out a breath and pressed her forehead against Matthew’s. “You deserve the world, Matthew. You deserve everything good in it.” Y/N's thumb gently moved across his cheekbone. “I know your life hasn’t been easy. I know you have struggled for years. But you need to know how proud of you I am, how proud everyone is of you. You are always surrounded by people who love you so much. Never forget that.”

Matthew let the tears fall as Y/N wrapped him into a hug. He buried his head into the crook of her neck as his body shook. Y/N clutched onto him tightly.

“I don’t deserve you,” Matthew muttered.

“You do,” Y/N said. “You deserve every good thing.”

Matthew pulled away and took Y/N’s face in his hands. “You are the best thing in my life.”

“I thought James was?” Y/N joked, hoping it would make Matthew at least crack a smile. She succeeded.

Matthew smiled. “Second best then.”

Y/N smiled as she leaned into his touch. “I love you, Matthew.”

“I love you too,” Matthew said.

Y/N’s heart swelled as Matthew spoke those words. A year of sending letters back and forth and realising her feelings for him, she never expected that he would ever feel the same way. Now as she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but pure love, she knew she was home.

“May I kiss you?” Matthew asked.

Y/N smiled. “You may.”

Once their lips touched, Y/N could think of nothing else but Matthew. His lips were soft and he tasted sweet. When she thought of kissing Matthew several months ago after a very particular dream, she had imagined fireworks and an overwhelming amount of feelings. She felt none of those.

Kissing Matthew felt normal, like their lips were always meant to touch and connect. They fit perfectly together– two halves of a whole.

An arm wrapped around her waist and Matthew pulled her on top of him with one swift motion, without disconnecting their lips. Y/N let out a small noise of surprise.

“Sorry,” Matthew mumbled against her lips. “I just need to be closer to you.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered close as Matthew pressed his lips against Y/N’s once more. Her arms wrapped around Matthew’s neck and threaded her fingers in his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. Matthew sighed in delight.

Y/N smiled into the kiss. She never would have thought that this was how her night would go. Finally kissing the man she loved after only loving him from afar. The feeling of his arms wrapped around her body made her feel safe and loved. Each touch sent her alight and left goosebumps in their wake. Everything about Matthew heightened her senses more than any rune ever could.

Matthew pulled away once more and opened his eyes to look at Y/N. His arms were locked around her keeping her in place and he tightened his arms the slightest amount.

“I love you,” Matthew said with a smile. It lit up his entire face. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life.”

“How lucky you are?” Y/N said, brushing his hair away from his face. “I am the lucky one, because you, Matthew Fairchild, are a gift.”

Matthew smiled and nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her bare shoulder where her robe had slid down.

Y/N smiled and held him long into the night.

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#matthew fairchild x reader #matthew fairchild #shadowhunters #shadowhunter chronicles #matthew Fairchild x Fem!reader #matthew Fairchild fic #the last hours #the last hours series #tlh

[acciotwinz]

I finished Chain of Thorns and I am in denial that we will never see these characters again. I am in denial over who dies and all that has been left unsaid.

So, in order to fully live in ignorance, I am opening requests for The Last Hour characters!

PLEASE SEND ME MATTHEW REQUESTS

#PLEASE SEND ME MATTHEW FAIRCHILD REQUESTS #matthew fairchild x reader #matthew fairchild #Matthew Fairchild fics #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters fics #James Herondale x reader #jesse blackthorn #James Herondale #jesse blackthorn x reader #the last hours #the last hours fics #Matthew Fairchild fic #Matthew Fairchild fan fiction #Christopher Lightwood #Christopher Lightwood fics #in denial over Chain of Thorns #chain of thorns #Cassie clare #Cassandra Clare #jj writes #send in inspiration #send in Shadowhunter requests #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #alastair x thomas #jordelia #ghostwriter

[vwritesaus]

      ‘So…’ Alastair hates how shaky his voice is, how completely wrecked it sounds to his own ears, and is grateful that Kit is the only one who can hear him. ‘You are aware of them, then? Of my sins?’       ‘Not sins, Alastair. Misdirections, yes. A child’s attempt to survive in a harsh environment, yes. But not sins. And yes, I do know. We all do, eventually, though I won’t say how or when.’       Alastair’s heart plummets. ‘I see.’       ‘I will also say this.’ Opening his eyes, Alastair finds volumes of sympathy pouring out of grey alongside something much softer. Kinder, just like her smile. ‘Sophie and Gideon will understand, as will Charlotte and Henry. You just need to give them the chance to do so.’       ‘And Fairchild? Matthew, I mean.’ Despite the visible hesitation on her face, Alastair instantly corrects himself before she can avoid his question with an apologetic, ‘No, that wasn’t fair of me to ask you that. I do beg your pardon.’       Tessa struggles to make her smile stay, and she quickly busies herself with tucking a piece of hair behind Mina’s ear.

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says she's gonna post the full fic in a couple of days

doesn't work on the fic for nearly a week

oops! sorry ♡

but here's another small snippet to compensate, and i mean it this time when i say that the fic is coming VERY SOON. maybe even... gasps tomorrow!? monday!? i'm working on it right now and am determined to get it done ASAP >:)

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tag list: @astriefer @drunkonimagination @melanielocke @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @have-a-holly-jolly-angstmas @livingformyself @ayaashryver let me know if you'd like to be added!!

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the last hours #tlh #alastair carstairs #kit herondale #sophie lightwood #gideon lightwood #charlotte fairchild #henry fairchild #matthew fairchild #tessa gray #mina carstairs #thomastair #thomastair fanfiction #thomastair fic #fanfiction preview #fanfiction #fanfic #time travel #post chain of iron #canonverse #a (too few) hundred hearts #there are certain parts of this fic that were hard to write #not bc i couldn't get the words out or was struggling to make it sound good structurally #but bc my heart was breaking and sought to comfort instead of causing pain :') #this is one of those parts #im sorry alastair but plot needs must

[caterpillarinacave]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices Series - Cassandra Clare Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charlotte Branwell/Henry Branwell, Tessa Gray/Will Herondale, Sophie Collins/Gideon Lightwood, Cecily Herondale/Gabriel Lightwood, Cordelia Carstairs/James Herondale Characters: Matthew Fairchild, Charlotte Branwell, Henry Branwell, henry fairchild, Charlotte Fairchild, Will Herondale, Tessa Gray, Cecily Herondale, Gabriel Lightwood, Sophie Collins, Gideon Lightwood, Charles Fairchild, Alastair Carstairs, Cordelia Carstairs, Thomas Lightwood, Eugenia Lightwood, Grace Blackthorn, Anna Lightwood, Marigold Fairchild, Thelma Fairchild, Peter Fairchild, Zachary Carstairs, Alexander Lightwood | Cecily Herondale and Gabriel Lightwood's Son, Lucie Herondale Additional Tags: Childbirth, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Triplets, Surprises, Sibling Love, matthew fairchild is trying his best, Anxiety, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, everyone deserves a break, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced miscarriage, Canon Compliant, Original Character(s), techincally, Canon Disabled Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, matthew fairchild-centric Series: Part 1 of Post TLH Summary:

They were some of the best shadowhunters in the world. Their names littered history books the way weeds litter an unkempt garden, the way coins litter the bottom of a well. They were strong and smart, with talents and knowledge that rivaled the wisemen of the ages. But of course, as the Herondales, Lightwoods, Fairchilds, and Carstairs know all to well, sometimes no amount of knowledge or strength can protect someone you love. Still grieving from the losses of the months past, the Shadowhunter families of London are set to welcome the newest Fairchild children into the world. Matthew, still recovering must welcome his sisters.

Or; Charlotte is in labour with the newest additions to the Fairchild family. Everyone else must wait, trying to anticipate joy, with the heaviest clouds hanging about them.

How do you bury children then welcome more? How can you promise to yourself that this one, this one will make it, they'll be safe, loved, they'll live to see the world? How can you fight the crippling fear, the fear that this child will be another casuality, that you'll raise this baby for the slaughter, that they too live only to die, that no amount of love can save them from their fate?

#look i do update fics #hm all yall should read this very messy chapter #because i like it okay #matthew fairchild #my writing #straight from the cave (og content) #caterpillar writes

[xnicowritesx]

Tension Within the Sedoretu

Fandom(s): The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types

Relationship(s): Jesse Blackthorn/Matthew Fairchild/James Herondale/Lucie Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn/James Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn/Lucie Herondale, Matthew Fairchild/James Herondale, Matthew Fairchild/Lucie Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn & Matthew Fairchild, James Herondale & Lucie Herondale

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Series: Nico's Multiamory March 2023, 70 Tuesdays of ABO

Summary: James has an argument with Lucie and Jesse, and leaves to spend the night at Cordelia’s.

@polyamships

#multiamorymarch2023 #my fics #heronchild #ghostwriter #and more #the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles #lucie herondale #matthew fairchild #jesse blackthorn #james herondale