Graceblackthorn Stories

(I will be editing this story since it's been such a long time ago since I wrote this. This was written long before the books came out...so I need to edit this intensely!!) Fanfiction for the upcoming Shadowhunters series 'The Last Hours' by Cassandra Clare. After leaving London three years ago, Cordelia Carstairs is living in Paris with her cousin Jem. Both of them living a peaceful, creative and exciting life with their new friends from college. But when someone from their past comes knocking on their door, they must come back to take what is theirs. Characters and The Last Hours series are owned by cassandra clare

"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] |

A collection of one shots from the series The Infernal Devices and The Last Hours. I did not come up with these characters. Cassandra Clare did. (This is also written by two people, enjoy :)

"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] |

"She's beauty, she's Grace, she'll punch you in the face." " He's the embodiment of social awkwardness." "I'm my Mother's blade." " Hello, I'm Christopher. Christopher Lightwood." " Me? In love? Impossible. Right?" " Don't you dare tell, James." "Just shut up and kiss me." " By the Angel! Who'd of thought...." "I mean, I did have my doubts, but who would turn down Royal company?" "Well, you made the right choice, peasant."

A fanfiction based on Cassandra Clare's upcoming trilogy, The Last Hours (TLH). Christopher Lightwood and Grace Blackthorn are in love. Blah blah blah. Something happens, blah blah blah. Just read it.

Racism and discrimination against Downworlders became part of Diana's life from such a young that at some point she stops questioning whether what her parents teach her is wrong or not. Until the fire which takes their lives takes place and suddenly Diana remembers a different life. A life in which she was told over and over again to treat everyone equally, that killing was wrong, and whom anyone loved was none of her concern and that she should let them be. Diana Starkweather decides she likes this past her much better and becomes her. Or In which nine years old Diana Starkweather arrives at the London Institute a very different person than what Will and Tessa Herondale have been told she is.

Following the ending of Chain of Gold/The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare, a short epilogue featuring Cordelia's conflicted feelings at her engagement celebration and a suddenly strange encounter with James. (cover art not my own - please let me know if someone knows who the artist is so I can credit them!)

{Rivers & Gates, Pt. IV} Pluto's not sure if she's ever recovering from the cleansing ritual they performed for the goblins living under the Wiltshire Downs. Haunted by their vision of Christopher lying dead and fearing their uselessness in the upcoming war, Pluto does what she always does: she looks for solutions. It's going to be a nasty search, one that will take Pluto down a dark and deadly path, one from which, if she's not careful, they may not return. Lies, stolen research, ritual, and trippily vivid dreams of Dash in an uncomfortably familiar hell-it's all leading somewhere. And for the first time, Pluto can't see the ending. Or, Lovecraftian faeries, the power of polyamory, and a double-albert watch chain vs. the plot of Chain of Thorns

"It's all me in my head I'm the one who burned us down But it's not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you" - Taylor Swift - "Oh my god, Millie, look." Alessa frantically pulled at Millie's arm to turn around. When Millie pivoted in annoyance she never expected to see who she did. She froze in place, the noise around her becoming so silent that a pin could drop, as her eyes locked with those of a deep chestnut brown. A smile began forming on his face and before she could smile back she broke out of the trance. "You have got to be kidding me." Was all she said to Alessa as she thought about wiping that smug look off his face. - [ the last hours - chain of gold ] oc x oc

"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us."~Oscar Wide Isha~ A part of my soul will always remain with my dead husband. Matthew~ Will I ever love someone as I love Cordelia? *This is my first work * [This story takes place after Chain Of Thorns]

Groupchats from TLH characters if they had phones. (Cannon)

There were many rumors about Genevieve Herondale. It was just purely rumors and never the truth. But not a lot people knew the truth, only the most trusted ones - who aren't keen on sharing with anyone. Not even the Lightwood siblings and Jace Wayland knew everything about her, despite how she was close to them. With return of Valentine Morgenstern, some secrets of her were revealed. But some were so dark, that they were better off never to be learned and hidden deeply. With small redhead girl seeing through glamour, she doesn't come alone to Shadow World, but with a friend - the friend Genevieve finds herself falling hard for. Simon Lewis ➵ 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 & 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 Credit to gifs - @wntersoldat.