#james herondale imagine

[bookishdream]

Library

Okay, my first attempt to write about someone from the Shadowhunters chronicles James Herondale x fem!Fairchild!reader (btw no Grace, no romantic relationship with Cordelia)

The ballroom for sure looked marvelous. The big chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling in their full, rich glory. Every handle for a witchlight had glass around it that mirrored the look of rain droplets, conveying the light even more beautifully. Y/n couldn’t keep her eyes off of the two, monstrous elements of the ballroom. No matter how hard she tried, she always thought that they would just fall on her and the participants of the events. And it was a hell of an event. Tessa Herondale did an outstanding job, decorating the room with gold ornaments, black tablecloths and curtains. Gold cutlery and lucent champagne flutes were sparkling in the bright light given by the enormous chandeliers. 

Y/n caught one of the flutes and drank all the liquid in a quick motion. The Angel knew she needed it. She was hiding behind the pillar, peeking every now and then, making sure that her annoying brother wasn’t coming her way.

“Hiding, aren’t we?” Y/n jumped at the sudden appearance of a voice that she heard so many times. “Did someone ask you for another dance?” 

James Herondale was looking at her with those big, gold eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. Y/n couldn’t ignore the fact that he was indeed beautiful, proving the rumors right. His black hair, that was tousled by a force the girl was not aware of, his eyes and what was more important, his selfless heart and bravery. Unfortunately, he was struggling with his mind and y/n was one of the few knowing about his secret relationship with the demon realm.  

“Don’t flatter me, James,” she remarked, hugging the pillar closer with her back, her palm clenched on the champagne glass. “My brother has been bothering me with looking for a possible suitor and since I have no interest in doing such a thing, I avoid him.” 

“It sure seems like cowardice to me,” the boy commented, making a step closer. His hand gently removed the flute from y/n’s fingers and he put it onto the table closest to them. Then he took her gloved palm and without a warning, led her to the nearest exit. 

“And running away isn’t cowardice? Your hypocrisy will never cease to amaze me,” y/n’s words came out as a whisper. She couldn’t contain her excitement, wondering where the boy was leading her. “James, care to explain where we are going?”

“You’ll see,” he sent her a bright smile, only his eyes were seen in the dark corridor. Not even a single witchlight was in the handle. “Be patient, love.”

Y/n’s heart rose whenever he called her love. It was basic, but except for Cordelia, he didn’t have nicknames for his friends. Perhaps the names he’s called Matthew that were too vulgar to say out loud. When the girl saw the door to the London Institute’s library, she could feel her smile growing wider. Her gloved hands started twitching and she desired to just be around all of those books. James opened the door, letting her through first and y/n saw the rows of bookshelves, the magnificent fireplace with an area to sit and relax around it. On the table beside one of the chairs was a book, opened half-way through. The fire from the chimney was giving a soft gleam to the area, making it look cozy and inviting. Y/n picked up a book and read the title. 

“Are you reading The Picture of Dorian Gray?” She didn’t know why she was whispering, perhaps it was simply the atmosphere of this place or perhaps she didn’t have to speak louder, for James was only a few centimeters from her, looking down at her eyes. “Do you know…”

“That it’s your favorite novel? I am quite aware, for you’ve been telling everyone who is willing to listen,” James answered her unsaid question. Y/n’s cheeks flushed, her eyes slightly widening. “And I am always willing to listen to you.”

“James,” the girl started, but she stopped when she felt a warm hand on her cheek. James had one of his palms on her waist and the other was caressing her face. “You know we oughtn’t.”

“We are all alone here,” she didn’t realize that the boy got closer, she wasn’t even sure he could’ve gotten closer. It was almost like he wanted to erase everything that was between them. “Perhaps Jessamine is somewhere here, but she shall give us some privacy.” 

“Darling, we aren’t engaged,” y/n wanted to create some space between their bodies, but James was reluctant to let her go. “My brother shall never acknowledge our love.”

“Matthew? He was jumping around like a lunatic when I confessed my feelings for you,” he frowned, searching for her eyes. 

“I had Charles on my mind,” she remarked. “With Mother in Idris and Father in his state, he thinks he can rule over my life,” y/n rolled her eyes.

“Then we should step forward with our undying love and I shall challenge him for a duel, should his reaction be unfavorable,” James’s eyes blinked with humor, letting her know that he should do no such a thing.

“Matthew has a wrong impact on you, darling,” it was her turn to touch his cheek. It was free of any stubble. 

“Then you must save me from him,” he joked. “I will be the damsel in distress and you shall be the knight in the shining armor,” he took her palm into his hand, took off y/n's white glove and gently kissed her knuckles. “Then you shall take me as your loving husband and we shall live happily ever after.” 

Y/n laughed at the mere thought of her saving James, but she considered what he insinuated, he wanted her as a wife, a partner, someone he shall spend his whole life with. But when she’d firstly realized she was hopelessly in love with him, they were both 15 years of age. Matthew was always the one closer to James, they always knew they’d be parabatai in the future, and y/n was never allowed to do the things boys did. But one day when she was relaxing with Lucie and an unpredictable demon ruined their afternoon tea, y/n panicked. Yes, she had been trained, yet she had never seen a demon so big and disgusting and terrifying. Fortunately, James and Matthew were in the close vicinity and they managed to slaughter the demon, ichor spilling everywhere. It had been James, later that night, that was holding y/n, calming her down, listening to her silent sobs and reassuring her that she was still a Shadowhunter, even though she froze, uncertain what to do. It had been James, later that month, that had helped her with training, snuck out with her to patrol the vicinity and conveyed his own knowledge. Then, she knew that he was the one who had stolen her young heart. 

“Will you marry me, Y/n Fairchild?” James whispered, his golden eyes looking at her hopefully, his lips formed into a soft smile that he always had when he was with her. 

“Of course I will, silly,” she kissed his nose, slightly, making his cheeks flushed. James didn’t wait for any further invitation, he ducked his head and kissed her strongly, making her heart sing and her body lightweight. 

“Lucie, have I drunk too much or are they kissing?” Y/n heard her twin’s voice, when she stepped away from her fiance, her cheeks blushing she saw Matthew and Lucie standing in the doorway. “Charles is going to be furious.”

“I need to speak to Cordelia, she shall be thrilled!” Lucie squeaked, running to her own parabatai. 

[wikitpowers]

cordelia & james be like:

(cordelia w/ cortana and james just swooning����)

[lesbocrocker]

Lucie: Favourite child? Ooh, ah, ouch, sorry man, this is awkward.

Lucie: *types in Lucie Herondale*

Computer: Password denied

Lucie: WHAT THE WHAT

James: HUHHUH REALLY?

James: This moment is so much bigger then me. I would like to thank my parents, and Matthew-

James: *types in James Herondale*

Computer: Password denied

James:

Lucie:

James:

Lucie: *types in Cordelia Carstairs*

Computer: Password accepted

James: Ouch

[last-herondale]

Master List! 🌼

🦋Here's an in progress master list of all of my fics!🦋

(Please feel free to message me if you have any requests! I have love for many fandoms and I would love to write your suggestion!)🌟

Marvel

Loki 🐍

One Shots 🖊️

Help Me Understand Do Not Go Far From Me You Belong Here With Me

We Could Have Been Everything

Imagines 💭

Hold Me

Series 📚

Casual Encounters

Pt 1.

Pt 2.

Pt 3.

Pt 4.

Pt 5.

Pt 6.

Pt 7.

Pt 8.

Bucky Barnes 💪

One Shots

Hush

Series

The Midnight Series

Midnight Madness

Bewitching Hour

Almost Series

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

Pt 5

Pt 6

Pt 7

Pt 8

Pt 9

Pt 10 I.

Imagines

Defender

Twilight 🍎

Jacob Black 🐺

Series 📖

Wintered Series in Order! (I plan on adding at least three new segments, probably not in order...)

What Happens After Tommorow?

Honesty

Always In Front Of Me

Wintered

Wintered Pt.2

Caught In The Rain

Everyday

D&D OCs ⚔️

Tales of Xarla the Lost

Behind the Barn Doors

Thank you for reading! I appreciate all of you! 💙💛💙

[incorrectlasthours]

So we all agree Jesse is going to be the next one to run the London Institute right

[heronchildlove]

James: What do you think is Matthew's type?

Lucie: Oh, tall, dark hair, golden eyes, bookish, oblivious, witty, natural leader.

James: Wow, that sounds a lot like me. Too bad we are just friends.

Lucie: ...Did I mention oblivious?

James: Yeah, why?

Lucie: Just making sure.

[spacehero-23]

"we're gonna have to kill her"

[drunkonimagination]

just watched the emperor's new groove for the 193829th time and i can't stop thinking about the tlh cast dressed up as the movie characters for halloween.

[immortal-enemies]

So much wasted potential on not having James get dramatic exits with his shadow abilities

[bookishdream]

SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES MASTERLIST

JAMES HERONDALE

library - james and reader have their soft moment in the Institute's library 

MATTHEW FAIRCHILD

[wikitpowers]

I JUST REALIZED THAT TY HAS NEVER SEEN KIT ACTUALLY USE JAMES'S GUN AND IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME HE DOES HE'S GONNA BE LIKE 😳

[not-totally-blind]

New Headcanon of Shadowhunters

If someone else already had it, well what good ideas

Will made James and Lucie learn to speak Mandarin Chinese in honor of Jem

Now in the present Jem is learning Welsh to teach Mina when she grows up.

[kennedy-brooke]

i jumped to conclusions and slammed my book shut before i finished the chapter... i should have at least finished. i would have been more uncomfortable but less angry - which is something

[thestarkster1465]

I read Agatha Christie’s The Seven Dials Mystery recently and I had the horrific realization that Will and Jem could have been Bill and Jimmy

Sometimes I wish I could undo thoughts

[rhiannons-bird]

characters who very calmy do the most unhinged shit imaginable all while maintaining a perfect expression of blankness — but also they loose all ability to function on any level when they get horny (often) — like there’s a thin line between “many gears turning but I won’t let it show” and “no thoughts head empty” and they straddle it perfectly

this post is dedicated to James Herondale, Wil Kempen & Kel Saren

[chfairwell]

imagine ur in a “leave ur dance partner stranded on the dance floor in a crowded room of judgemental elitist who are praying for ur downfall” tournament just to see James Herondale as ur competition