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The Whispering Room: James’ POV

Here it is finally — James’ POV of the Whispering Room scene from Chain of Gold. I wanted to wait until Chain of Iron was released to give more people a chance to read the book, and also because what we learn in COI does inform the scene. I hope you enjoy!

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THE WHISPERING ROOM SCENE FROM JAMES’ POV

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“Tessa says my mom loved me, but I never knew her. She didn’t know me. My dad knew me, and he didn’t care. Don’t say he did. I know he didn’t. But he loved my mom, apparently, so it wasn’t that he couldn’t love anyone. It was that he couldn’t love me. And - and the - and - nobody else has, either. I wasn’t enough, to stop - I wasn’t enough. I’ve never been enough, not for anyone, and I’m trying, but I don’t know if I ever will be.”

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Hello! So this is new for me 😅 because I usually write OC x Cannon Character fanfiction or OC x OC. I’m trying my hand because my dear and lovely friend @666-notsatan has been telling me to keep writing so I present to you this!

I hope you all like it!

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In the middle of the night

Matthew Fairchild x Lucie Herondale

(Platonic fluff)

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LONDON WAS COLD.

The small snowflakes looked almost picturesque as they fell onto the soft white cushion that already layered the ground. Parents were out with their children, husbands were out with their wives and laughs were filling the streets illuminated by gaslight. Everyone was in a festive and hapoy mood with the snow covering the gray cobblestones of London and Christmas drawing nearer with every passing day.

Everyone but the blonde boy walking around without a hat.

Small snowflakes fell into Matthew Fairchild’s wild golden curls as walked around London, his hands jammed into the pockets of his black coat. A scowl was painted upon his pink lips as his green eyes glared at the ground.

The snow crunched under his boots with every step but he couldn’t here it. All he could hear was his family’s voices as the muttered about him.

“He has to grow up, Henry,” he had heard his mother say. “It’s hard enough being Consul as a woman but when my son acts this way, it’s even harder.”

“He will, Lottie. We just need to talk with him and make him understand that,” Henry had answered.

“You can try all you want, but I don’t think he ever intends on growing up,” Charles Buford had sneered. “You’re better of just disowning him, mother.”

Matthew hadn’t stuck around to hear his parents response. He’d stalked out the door, slamming it shut, making his family perfectly aware that he’d heard them.

He wondered how they intended on explaining that. It would probably just end up being a lecture about how he should stop drinking, sleeping around and joking around.

If only they knew the truth.

If only they knew that he drank, at first to forget what he’d done but later it became a coping mechanism for all the weight on his shoulders.

If only they knew that the reason he slept around was because he believed that one night stands were all he deserved.

If only they knew that the jokes and comments he made were to try and keep everyone around him happy so they wouldn’t feel the way he did. So they didn’t feel empty.

Be the perfect son. Be the perfect friend. Be the perfect parabatai.

Matthew Fairchild was only one person and he was destroying himself at trying to be perfect for everyone.

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MATTHEW WALKED FOR hours before finally letting his feet drag him towards the familiar gray building that made its home on Fleet Street. His green eyes looked at the archway.

Pluvis et umbra sumus. We are dust and shadows.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes wished he was just a pile of dust and shadows.

He pushed the gate and then the front door of the Institute. His boot clad feet wandered for a while. Matthew knew he could’ve gone to James and woken the boy up, he wouldn’t mind but chose against it.

The sound of his steps echoed against the walls of the Institute as the blonde boy finally reached the library. To his surprise, the light was on and escaping the threshold from a thin sliver of the agar door. He approached, tentatively pushing it open and peeking his head inside.

His green eyes fell on one of the many tables that lined the room and his lips tugged up. There sat Lucie Herondale. Her brown hair was unbound over her robe and her blue eyes focused on the typewriter in front of her.

He entered the room and walked over, plopping down in the chair in front of her. “Couldn’t sleep?”

The girl jumped, her eyes coming up to meet Matthew’s as he smirked a little. “Matthew.” She was surprised before her eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning.”

“Didn’t want to go home.” Matthew tried to banish the thoughts of his family from his mind. “What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning.”

“Writing.” Lucie’s fingers started clicking away on the typewriter again.

“Don’t you usually write in your room?”

“James said the typewriter was waking him. Now are you quite done with your questions?”

Matthew smiled cheekily. “No. What are you writing?”

“Do you care?”

“I always care.”

“You always care about your flask.” There was a small amount of bitterness in the girl’s voice.

At that Matthew lost his smile. I am worried that you will get my brother killed. Those words spin in his head like a broken record meddled with his family’s.

Charlotte, Henry, Charles, Lucie and probably everyone else. Matthew knew that this was the image he presented to the world but it still hurt.

“Why?” Matthew’s eyes looked over at Lucie how was looking at him with sad blue eyes. “Why do you drink so much?”

“Do you care?”

“I always care.”

“You always care about your brother.”

Lucie got up from her seat and moved around the table. She settled herself on Matthew’s lap and held his face. The blonde blinked his green eyes surprised.

It’s not that Lucie had ever sat in his lap, she had many times when they were younger. But he had never expected this Lucie, the mature 16 year old Lucie, to do it. He didn’t mind, he was just surprised.

“I shouldn’t have said to you that day.” Her voice was honest and remorseful. “I truly am sorry, Matthew. With Gast and everything going on with James Isaid some things I shouldn’t have to you. I do worry about you.”

“I don’t deserve it.” Matthew looked away, his arms loosely hanging of Lucie’s waist.

The girl grabbed his face to make it face her again. “Why not? Matthew, you are a seventeen year old boy who acts as though he is a man in his fifties, drinking his life away.”

“I’m not a good person, Luce,” the blonde smiled sadly and brushed a stary lock of hair behind Lucie’s ear. “I try to be good. For James, for my family,” the word ‘family’ came out bitter. “For you.”

“Don’t say that. You’re one of tbe best people I know.” The Herondale girl looked lost. “Whatever you’re going through, let us help you.”

“I’m already going to hell, Lucie. If you knew....... Raziel,” The Consul’s youngest son let out a sad chuckle as a wayward tear trickled down his cheek. “You’d all hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Matthew Fairchild.” Lucie hugged the boy and he broke down into sobs as she held him.

Matthew buried his face in the crook of her neck as hot tears seeped through Lucie’s robe. Her hands played with his hair and she just held him, letting him let out all the oent up frustration and anger he had been burying deep inside for the past two years.

After a moment Matthew calmed down, his forehead still resting on the side of Lucie’s neck. “Do you remember,” his voice was hoarse and creaking. “When we were little, we used to cuddle on the sofa by the fire and you begged me to read to you?”

“I do remember.” Lucie smiled, pulling away to look at Matthew’s face. In a split second decision, she leaped of his lap and hurried to one of the bookshelves. She pulled out a copy of ‘The picture of Dorian Gray’ and turned to Matthew with a wide smile.

“Come on then. The book isn’t going to read itself.”

Matthew chuckled, getting to his feet as he wiped his wet cheeks. There was something about how Lucie -though she could at times be the reason for his pain- always made him smile.

Maybe it was her happy and cheery nature or the way she smiled as big as her face. Maybe it was because Lucie was a good listener or that she was nothing like all the other girls in the Enclave.

There was a time he thought he was in love with Lucie but soon realised that it wasn’t the case. She was a safe option, she would always be there. Matthew laughed now at that thought. It seemed that so long had passed between then and now when it was really just a few months ago.

He loved Lucie, of course he did, but in the way a brother might.

Matthew followed the girl to the sofa, taking of his boots and waistcoat. He laid down and let Lucie join him on the sofa after draping a blanket over the pair of them as to not freeze in the winter cold.

Her head was resting on his chest as Matthew grabbed the book. He cleared his throat to start his reading when Lucie shyly pronounced, “I love you, Matthew. And I always will. You do know that, right?”

Matthew kissed her forehead. He didn’t think she would continue to love him if she found out about his secret but for now he contented himself with saying, “I do know. I love you too.”

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THE NEXT MORNING, Will Herondale found his daughter and son’s parabatai tangled up together on the sofa in the library.

A picture of Dorian Gray rested open on Matthew’s stomach right below Lucie’s head on his chest and his arm protectively wrapped around her.

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Why can't people get this simple thing??

people: *talking*

people: *making human noises*

me: umm, hello?? how am i supposed to listen how Jem plays the violin in my head if you won't shut up?? the audacity...

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I really don't know whether its just me or not... But Tony Özkan looks like the human version of Julian Blackthorn😍😍😍😍....... @cassandraclare

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From your Christmas prompt list, 12, with Gideon and Gabriel if you don’t mind. I don’t think there’s enough brotherly fluff that we get to see.

Brother fluff. Contains snarks, edgy remarks, and brotherly hugs. I fully intended for that to rhyme but no. 

Introducing;

Day eleven

Kiss prompts - Only until the end of the year

Dialogue prompts

Song prompts

Christmas prompt 12: Remember last year?

Fandom: TSC/TID

Characters: Gabriel Lightwood and Gideon Lightwood

Gideon wasn’t surprised that Gabriel was scowling at the sight of such a lively Christmas party, but Will’s ‘entertainment’ wasn’t a wonderful sight either. Tessa and Cecily were clutching each other and laughing hard enough that they were just about on the floor, Sophie was laughing into Gideon’s side and Will was having a delightful time performing the Demon Pox song with extra flourish.

Gideon came over to his brother’s side, earning him a long look of brotherly affection and annoyance. “Remember last year?”

“Last year was dreadful,” Gabriel sighed, watching Cecily out of the corner of his eye curiously. “I wouldn’t go comparing every celebration.”

“Your right, Sophie and I had the best party,” Gabriel scowled again and Gideon laughed, enjoying the fact that he and his brother could finally be so free and light in their interactions.

“Your ‘party’ consisted of egging Blackthorn Manor.”

“Yet I remember you being the one to empty a carton on the house, not me.”

Rather pettily, Gabriel took a cheap shot at Gideon’s side and poked out his tongue. “Our sister is a pain, and it was earned besides.”

Will’s performance had wrapped up and everyone was beginning to applaud, which was rather odd. 

Cecily and Sophie came over deep in conversation, giggling behind their hands. Sophie took Gideon by the arm and led him over to a set of boxes in the corner of the room, Cecily doing to same with Gabriel. Every natural instinct screamed at Gideon to run away from the boxes and destroy them, but this was just his wife’s harmless prank, surely.

“I feel as if I should slash it into a million pieces,” Gabriel said thoughtfully, resisting Cecily’s relentless yanking.

“It’s a box,” Sophie shook her head and smiled mischievously. “What’s the worst that could come from it?”

“To name a few-” Cecily pinched Gabriel causing him to yelp in pain and glare lovingly at his wife, which turned soppy in a second. Shameless, Gideon thought. They were always being soppy, whether it was a Clave meeting, friendly dinner or training. Worse than Gideon and Sophie probably.

Hesitantly, Gideon flipped the lid of his box open and sprang back, as a sea of green, red and gold glitter exploded from it. It rained down on the four of them, landing in their hair and probably permanently embedding itself into them.

“See?” Cecily smirked triumphantly at Gabriel’s expressionless face and pulled the other box open. “Harmless. Not as fun as egging Tatiana, but fun.”

Gabriel turned from a look of boredom to a look of shock. “You didn’t- you didn’t actually egg Tatiana?”

“She did,” Gideon and Sophie replied simultaneously, snuggling into each other.

“Good job, Cariad. Admirable,” Gabriel scooped up his wife, swinging her in a circle before setting her down and planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Speaking of,” Cecily frowned and looked towards where Will and Tessa had been only a moment before. Or so they had thought. “Where did that foolish brother of mine go?”

Sophie smiled sadly. “Jem came by.”

Gideon felt a pang of sadness go through him, feeling sorry for the loss Will and Tessa were so constantly reminded of. Although Gideon had never wanted or had a parabatai himself, nor had he known Jem exceptionally well, but it was such a raw thing to see between the three of them. So much love and loss in every glance they shared.

“How many years has it been?” Gabriel asked quietly.

“Just over two,” GIdeon sighed and brushed his chestnut hair out, glitter going everywhere. “I just wish that there hadn’t’ve been so much loss during the Clockwork War.”

Sophie shivered and said; “Maybe you could’ve had more of a family?”

“Maybe I could’ve met my own nephew.”

Slowly, Sophie smiled and laid a hand on her stomach. “What if you had a child of your own?”

Gideon stared down at his wife, who was grinning like crazy, and he felt his mouth drop in shock. “You mean...?”

“Jem came and told me earlier,” Sophie walked over to the boxes, swiping them clear at the bottom so a handwritten note was on the bottom. “I didn’t know myself, but Jem gave me this note. He says it’s a girl.”

Looking to his brother, Gideon saw Gabriel smiling and Cecily giving a knowing look. Of course they’d been in on this. They were most likely all busting to have something to do with their lives after the lull of demons and any mysteries.

Gabriel shot him another look, this one more affectionate rather than snarky. “You always were the carer, were you not?”

“Yes,” Gideon leaned down to kiss Sophie, grateful for everything they had. “By the angel, Sophie, why didn’t you all tell me earlier?”

She shrugged, looping her arm through his own. “We’re not in any rush. I wanted to make it special anyway. We’ve earned al this Gideon, enjoy this.”

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This was such a shamble lol. Lemme know if you wanna be in dem tags or not :)

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Lucie and Jesse dancing in the snow (!!!) (from CC’s newsletter)

He stroked his free hand down the side of her cheek. “Command me, Lucie,” Jesse said roughly. “I am asking you: command me to dance with you. Show me this waltz from Peru.” 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGNUS!!

Happy birthday Magnus! It’s your day and Jace had given you a duck again. At least you have your gorgeous family to make up for it! And now: a snippet from TEC Book One: ​ “Uh,” said Alec. “Can you fly a hot air balloon?” “Of course!” Magnus declared. “Did I ever tell you about the time I stole a hot air balloon to rescue the Queen of France?” ​Alec grinned as if Magnus was making a joke, but Marie-Antoinette had actually been quite a handful. “It’s just,” Alec said thoughtfully, “I’ve seen you try to work your own DVR, and it wasn’t pretty.“ He stood to admire the balloon, which was entirely glamored. As far as the humans sitting on the Eiffel Tower were concerned, Alec was solemnly regarding the open air. “I’m hardly going to crash the balloon into a chimney,” Magnus protested. “I’m considering how to protect you if we crash the balloon into a chimney.”​ As he moved past Magnus, Alec stopped and pushed a wayward lock of hair off Magnus’s brow. His touch was light, tender but casual, as if Alec did not even really realize he was doing it. Magnus had not even realized his own hair was in his eyes.​ ​Magnus ducked his head and smiled. The idea of being protected was strange to him, but he felt like he could get used to it. He used his chair as a step and climbed onto the swaying platform. The moment he planted both feet on the floor, it felt as if he were standing on solid ground. He offered his hand. “Trust me.” ​Alec hesitated, then accepted Magnus’s hand. His grip was strong, and his smile sweet. “I do.” He followed Magnus, vaulting lightly over the railing onto the platform. They sat down at the table, and the balloon, bouncing like a row boat on the choppy ocean, drifted away unseen from the Eiffel Tower. Seconds later, they were floating high above the skyline as the sprawl of Paris expanded in every direction as far as the eye could see.

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The last hours rant

Hi! Its very late and I have no buisness writting this rn but I feel like if I dont I literally will not get my mind to shut up about it so enjoy my midnight crisis tm or whatever

So this is literally gonna sound like the weirdest thing but I think Gideon and Alastair could potentially have SUCH a good relationship??? Like???? Ok getting the elefant in the room out of the way ik ik Alastair basically spread rumors about Gideons family and bullied his son and his nephews which is basically the entire drama with thomas (Which I beg will be resolved). I agree that was horrible and even in the circumstance (which I understand) he kinda needs to apologize for his mistakes but I feel like were all forgetting that the lightwood brothers were bullies too

This side we saw a lot more out of Gabriel (which just made his redemption sweeter specially when he got together with cecily) but we tend to forget Gideon was said to be just as bad as Gabriel (even worse)

"You should see his older brother" said Jem "Makes Gabriel look sweeter than gingerbread"

Anyways both the Lightwood brothers were a product of the enviorment they were raised in. They both grew up to be the way they were because of the negligent and toxic enviorment they were raised in. It wasnt until Gideon took his travel year to Spain and came back in CP that we actually saw the change from "being worse than gabriel" to "an actual good an decent character". It also wasnt until Gabriel got out of the house that we even started his transition from the horrible person he was to the character we all know and love

Know who also became a bully thanks to the circumstances he was put through??? Thats right! Alastair himself! He started bullying as he says in Chain of Gold because

"For a while I realized I had a choice. There were only two kinds of people at the academy . The bullies and the bullied"

As we see from Cordelias POV he doesnt start behaving the way he does now until he starts the academy, coincidently around the same time he starts taking care of his drunk father. He learnt that because of his family, (cassie doesnt outright say it but) because if his skin he was already different. It was either be the hunter or be hunted and he already had a disadvantage being one of the only POCS in a majorly white school. Not to mention he was probably figuring out hes sexuality at the time too (him critizicing Oscar Wilde SCREAMED internalized homoohobia to me) For whatever it is worth Alastair didnt start bullying because it was in his nature, he started doing it because the enviorment he was placed in demmanded it of him

Both characters were products of there enviorment, and both characters once getting out of said enviorment (Gideons travel year) (Alastair well.... theres a lot to unpac here from his travel year to moving to England to breaking it with Charles) realized just how badly they had basically "screwed up" and tried in their own way to make ammends with the people they had hurt. Which we all know how that ended up going for both of them

I think were more drawn to forgive, or even forget, Gideon had a past very similar to Alastair due to the simple fact that, we didnt see it. We only heard whispers of rumors of the very bad deeds Gideon did in his past. But with Alastair we saw his deeds up close, through the perspective of characters we love, making his forgiveness a little more complicated for us.

But just because we as a fandom have collectively never seen Gideons bad years doesnt mean they never happened. It doesnt mean the rumors around him are false. Now I dont think Gideons is ANY place to sympathize with Alastair (same way Thomas is in no place to forgive him) Having JUST lost his daughter. The last thing he'd want was to hear about rumors that almost tore his family apart

But given the right time to heal from his lost and given he takes the time to actually hear Alastair out if he were to apologize outrightly to him (which lets be honest is one of my biggest hopes for COI)... I think he'd be one of the only people to understand were Alastair is comming from

Dont get me wrong hed still be a pretty pissed at first but I like to believe he would forgive him the same way Charlotte did for him, because he knows better than anyone the power a second chance can have. He knows first hand what a little trust can do to someone whos trying to make up for years of wrong doings

Thought I dont think hed get in the middle of the Thomastair disaster tm (If hes son decides to forgive thats hes buisness) but for him? I dont think hed just ignore hes past, which again is very similar to Alastairs, and just hate him

Idk maybe I just love parallels a bit too much and it would mean the world if Gideon did for Alastair what Charlotte did for him. Because I think thats exactly what Alastair needs, just a little push to keep on making ammends with his past. Cause as of right now every attempt he has tried has pretty much backfired horribly, so it would be so beautiful to see Gideon (one of the only people in the books who can actually understand where this dudes comming from) actually forgiving him for his wrong doings same way Charlotte forgave him for everything and let him stay in the institute after he left his father and decided to become a better person

Did I mention I'm a sucker for parallels

Anyways if you made it this far ily and I wanan hear your thoughts. Thanks for reading!

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And there are some people hating on Matthew.... How can someone hate him??!!!😣😩😖😭

I have mixed feelings over this scene because 1- They are so flipping cute I can't handle it, but 2- Matthew just outright admitting like that he sometimes wishes he were "gone" (interpreting that as you will: dead, never born to begin with or just that if he didappeared everything and everyone would be better off without him) is breaking my heart into tiny little pieces wow and even more so because he does it just to Jamie when no one else can hear him urgh my heart

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A cd art made by me......

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A stranger things fanart made by me (inspired from a picture found on Google)

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"You promise"

"I swear on the Angel. " He ducked his head down and kissed her cheek. " The hell with that. I swear on us. " Clary wound her fingers into the sleeve of his T-shirt.

"Why us? "

"Because there isn't anything I believe in more. "

A Clace fanart made by my but purely inspired by the work of @oblivionsdream ... Hope you all like it... ❤️❤️

@oblivionsdream sorry for tagging you so late. I got to know from @judenightfell that it was your art. I had got your jemma art from Pinterest , so i never knew your tmblr handle. Hope you will forgive me.

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Inspired by Cassandra Jean and tried to do the same. This is again one of the golds written by Cassandra Clare and cant wait for the next one to come!