Chainofiron Stories

This is a short alternative ending of Chain of Iron with jodelia content. I am sorry for my mistakes and if you have any suggestions for improvement please tell me, because English is not my first language and this is my first story. Also, I didn't know how to write explicit scenes so I decided to leave that out and just focus on other events. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this! xx

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❝ 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]

A story for a series by Cassandra Clare called Chain of Gold, with my favorite ship in the book. The art is from google I sadly could not find the artist. This is by far the longest story with 2,925 words! I hope you enjoy!

In the aftermath of Dash's disappearance, Pluto wants nothing more than to just hide out down in the Grosvenor Square Laboratory with Christopher and never face the world again. Unfortunately, it's not that simple. Andy's begged Pluto to be the one to find the family that abandoned her in London, leaving her with no knowledge of her Shadowhunter heritage. And when Pluto's bulletin at the Shadow Market dredges up Andy's father with unprecedented speed, the story he tells is far from pretty. It's a story that goes back eight years to Amsterdam, to Pluto's Dutch cousins, and to the frightening possibility that Pluto might not be who - or what - xe thought xe was. Or, small children, detectives, and faeries vs. the plot of The Last Hours.

"'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!!

❝ The skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to mess this up. ❞ ➝ Taylor Swift "Why are you so afraid to love anyone?" Matthew asked abruptly. The question surprised the girl, but she answered nevertheless. "There's lots of reasons," she paused, thinking over her words. "I mean, obviously, there's heartbreak involved. Love and heartbreak kind of go hand in hand. There's also the fact that I don't want to depend on anyone, because the only person you can really rely on is yourself." "That still doesn't explain it," the boy sighed. "Well," Ascella finally broke eye contact with the green eyed boy, rather turning to look back up to the stary sky. "Maybe I'm afraid to love people because I don't believe anyone could really love me they way I love them." "I do," he wants to say, but he doubts she would ever really listen to him. 【 Previously named 'Flicker' before rewrite】 【 Matthew Fairchild x FEM.OC】 【 Cover by @baIIads 】

Fairondale oneshot fanfic

"The heart was made to be broken" -Oscar Wilde ________________________________________ "Do you enjoy drinking yourself to death?" "I enjoy watching you worry about me." Chain of Gold-Chain of Thorns Matthew Fairchild x OC Disclaimer: The last hours series belongs to Cassandra Clare!

What if Cordelia ran away for a different reason?

Jesse questions his feelings for Lucie THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE CHAIN OF IRON CAME OUT, BUT CONTAINS SMALL SPOILERS OF THE SECOND CHAPTER

I cannot handle waiting for more of a story on my new favorite set of shadowhunters, so I'm wrting it. I will of course credit our queen, Cassadra Clare with the characters, world, and cover. I'm just taking a guess at how she'll start it out.

All the way in Paris, James has found Cordelia. This time, he's going to tell her everything - and he's never going to let her go again. The reveal of everything - in the conversation between them that we need to happen. ~ 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 ~ [This is set just after the events of Chain of Iron, SPOILERS FOR "THE LAST HOURS" in the Shadowhunter Chronicles book series. Original cover portrait by Mauveline.] 04.2022

"The heart was made to be broken." Oscar Wilde ________________ "It hurts," she whispered so softly that the wind would've drifted her words away if he hadn't been listening for them. There was a sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart was breaking even more just to prove her point. "Love didn't hurt you," he told her, his gaze steady and so piercing it was as if she could feel the words entering her aching heart. "Someone that didn't know how to love you did. Don't confuse the two." | The Last Hours ↠ Chain of Iron ↠ Matthew Fairchild [2] |

you left your typewriter at my apartment straight from the tortured poets department who else decodes you? ★ the inherent suffering of tortured artists and the inevitability of their intertwined tragedies

"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 ͡°)

{ 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.

Pluto did not by any means intend to get into a Portal accident that results in a trip a hundred and twenty years into the past. Naturally, they assume this is just some kind of weird, interdimensional mishap, a wave of unpredictable magic, a couple of misdrawn runes. Christopher has been apprenticed to the man who co-invented Portals for long enough to be pretty sure this isn't the case. Portals fail, but Portal failures don't cause time trips. The problem is there aren't any other reasonable suspects. Actually, that's not the only problem. The holler goblins Pluto dedicated themself to contacting have broken with their reclusive nature and followed them to England, where they're attacking Shadowhunters...and turning up dead. p.s. this is an import from quotev, so if you see it over there, that's what's going on. Or, mad scientists, nonbinary time travelers, and Kentucky goblins vs. the plot of The Last Hours.

It's past eight o'clock. Cordelia Carstairs has loved James Herondale for many secret, terrible years. Now is her chance. If only James could show up. The web of their relationship grows only more complicated as favors are asked, beauty is worn as a weapon, and the London night becomes colder and colder. Flames may be extinguished, but they can always be rekindled.