⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.❞ Dahlia Bridgestock hated Matthew Fairchild with every ounce of her being. The moment she had met him the Academy. That was three years ago, now after leaving the academy she still hated him. Then her father, Inquisitor Bridgestock asks the Consul to get Matthew and Dahlia married. Neither her or Matthew want to be trapped in this holy matrimony so they device a plan. The pretend, they act as if in love then divorce a year later. Simple. But a lot can happen in a year....what do these two Shadowhunters have in store for each other? *ೃ༄ 💫 Highest Rankings 💫 #1 matthewfairchild #1 chainofgold #1 chainofiron #1 thelasthours #1 christopherlightwood #3 cassandraclare [currently writing cot]

"I burned my soul when I first found it, I watched as it went up in flames." "Whenever thoughts were hammering in Amelia's head, she could rely on the steady flow of ink coming from her pen, transforming her thoughts into rhymes and similes, alliteration and metaphors. She looked down at the parchment, and the poem scribbled on it. It was stained with the tears she had yet to shed. It was a look into Amelia's soul, all of her thoughts and emotions boiled down into a couple stanzas." Matthew Fairchild x oc Title is totally not inspired by invisible string by Taylor swift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"'There is no justice in this world,' she spoke bitterly. 'Only cruel mercy.' Mercy that not everyone got. Mercy that the people who received it didn't always deserve. Amelia could think of several people that deserved her place on the earth more than she did." Sequel to Invisible String!! read that first!!

Seren Baneswood had always been glad to have the Merry thieves in her life, to have the novelist Lucie Herondale and the shamelessly beautiful Anna Lightwood. But after a trip to Paris she finds London isn't quite how she left it. New faces surround the enclave both friend and foe and the peaceful London streets are rife with demon attacks. Seren finds herself forced to choose between standing up and fighting for the ones she loves or cowering into the shadows and protecting herself from a power greater than any Nephiliem or Downworlder has ever known. *Mathew Fairchild pairing/started 14/05/20 All characters except my ocs re property of Cassandra Clare and the plot closely follows Chain of Gold

{snap, shatter, and howl, pt. i } When Sydney Herondale returns from a year of tour in Romania, she's a very, very different woman from the girl Matthew left behind at the Shadowhunter academy years ago: a new version of Sydney that he finds himself inexplicably falling for. But this is not as simple as it seems: demons attack in broad daylight, James's love life wreaks havoc on everyone else's emotions, and Matthew slowly begins to realize that the Sydney who returned from Romania may understand his own pain better than he thinks... Or, this time, there's someone to stop Matthew from spiraling.

{ snap, shatter, and howl pt. ii: being the sequel to mirror shards } Four months on from the Mandikhor attacks, Sydney Herondale is sure she's done. She's fallen in love (with Matthew Fairchild), she's starting to heal, both literally and metaphorically, from the wounds dealt to her in Romania during her travel year, she's got a flat in the City and with the mystery of her grandfather's identity solved, her research project is done and she can rest now. It's over. Or so she tells herself. You see, Sydney is magic. First that blinding rage when she goes into battle, then her strange ability to go ignored when she doesn't want people looking, and now, suddenly, she's starting to see magic, the ebb and flow and current of it like brushstrokes on Van Gogh's canvas. And if her grandfather's whispered, cryptic words are right, somehow all of these are meant to meld together to make...what? Well, she'd better find out, if she wants to make sure the magic is hers to control and hers alone. Not, of course, that anyone's making that easy.

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." Oscar Wilde ________________ His lips grazed against the skin on her cheek before he gently pressed a kiss there. She could feel the heat radiating from her face and she was silently thankful that it was so dark outside he couldn't see her blush. "Mon coeur est à toi," he whispered ever so softly as he moved his lips from her cheek to her ear. My heart is yours. | The Last Hours ↠ Chain of Gold ↠ Matthew Fairchild [1] |