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The Dawn Court was changing once again. Something that was far from unusual for the city of rose gold and, yet, this time, the cunning spy with golden locks found herself feeling off her footing. She had spent decades climbing her way up from nothing. She had endured a hundred lifetimes worth of pain and loneliness to get to where she stood now- as Elias’ right hand. She was his ears on the ground and his favorite companion to bed and, yet, if the rumors were any indicator, she was about to be replaced as both. It was only a matter of time before that pretty little fiancé of his took her place at his side, while his sister would use her nymphly wiles to procure the information he wanted. 

It was tiring to say the least. To watch once again, the life she had built slipping through her fingertips which only reminded her more of the one thing she had been trying her best to ignore. Her family had found their way back to her, finally, after all of this time. And yet what happened when they realized the wide-eyed little girl they had lost had been molded into that of a monster? What then? It was a question Katia didn’t know if she ever wanted answered, so as to not thinking about it any longer, she did the only thing that seemed reasonable to do after exhausting all other forms of potential distractions- she drank. 

Cracking open a bottle of champagne, she wandered aimlessly down the empty palace halls until she spotted one handsome prince lounging by himself on a bench overlooking the gardens. “Is this seat taken?” Her voice all, but a soft whisper as she gave the man a light nudge with the tip of her heel. She wasn’t quite sure when her feet had guided forwards onto the balcony beside him, but now that she was here, it seemed a shame to pass up on the possibility of company.

. Ali had been wondering the halls of the Dawn Court alone after stealing an entire cake from the kitchens. He had decided to eat his feelings tonight, Elias would be disappointed either way so at least the chocolate cake he managed to secure would bring him so joy for the evening. He had just about managed to figure out his way around their new home, it was beautiful, far more beautiful than where they lived before but Ali still missed everything about his life prior to coming to Astrails. Now that they were here, the pressure on his shoulders had grown heavier than ever.  Taking a seat which had the view of the gardens, he dipped his fork into the cake and took his first mouthful. He had already had a a few glasses to drink that evening, his head was the perfect state of fuzzy, the kind where the cake tasted like the most delicious thing ever.  It was the nudge that startled Ali from his thoughts, a huh sound escaping him as he looked up blankly at the female who had approached him and then back down at the seat. He recognised her face, but her name was lost on him, Ali had been meeting too many new people since arriving at Astrails to remember each of their names. “Nope.” he shook his head, taking another mouthful of the cake he was eating. “The seat is all free, but only if you’re planning on sharing that bottle with me.” he held the cake up towards her. “I have cake to offer in return and my delightful company.” 

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lepinedoree​:

Ceyla hurried through the streets of Avalon City, doing her best not to stick out. The healer didn’t want anyone who knew her, or more importantly, her brother, to see her. Like clockwork, it was once again time for the fae to make the trek to the Winter Court, in the hopes of finding Hazar. She hadn’t been able to get him to see her since he left, but that would never stop her from trying. 

Kuzey, however, might.

Which was why it was best that he didn’t know about her little impromptu trip. With everything that had happened at the Highwinds Tournament, the youngest Korkmaz felt obligated to check in on the eldest. Even if he would only allow her a moment’s time, it would be reassuring just to see him. Ceyla knew even that much was probably asking for far more than she’d ever get. Every other trip to Winter had been as futile, but in a true embodiment of her home court, Ceyla’s hope prevailed. Perhaps Hazar had grown sentimental since the tournament, and would even let her sit down to take a meal with him, or gift her with an embrace. It was too much to hope for, though that didn’t stop hope from welling in her heart. This trip could be different, and wasn’t that reason enough to go? The fae grinned as she realized she was nearly to the city gates

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Kuzey had asked his guards to keep an eye out for his sister, being the Captain had its perks and he was going to make sure to use it. He had installed enough fear into them that was clear, news came to him right away that Ceyla was seen spotted heading towards the gates of the Avalon City. She enjoyed testing his limits, she always had and most of the time Kuzey turned a blind eye to most things with just a smile of hers, expect for this. Kuzey would not turn a blind eye to Ceyla trying to sneak out of the Spring Court, especially not after the events of the Highwinds Tournament. Even if Spring and Winter were soon to be allies with the wedding approaching, Kuzey did not want Ceyla anywhere that was not safe, even if she was going to see their brother. That was part of the problem, she was going to see Hazar and Kuzey did not want that.  Flying over to the gates right in front of her, a grin spread across his lips at the sight of his sister. “Ceyla, güzel kardeşim, where do you think you are going? Did you just come to admire these gates?”

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The distance cheers echoing from the french court tavern dulled into nothing more than a distance buzz as the Captain dragged his feet down the cobblestone streets. A nearly empty bottle dangled loosely from his left hand, but not loose enough to let any of the precious drink spill out onto the ground. The newly engaged man was suppose to be celebrating and he had been if the buzz under his skin, the numbness to his lips and the haze in his eyes were any indicator. He had enjoyed the praise and cheers from his fellow guards long into the night. But, now, instead of heading home, Nate found his feet carrying him elsewhere, barely registering the cold night air or where exactly his feet where carrying off to as he continued down the dark winding road. His heels coming to a halt only after he found himself standing outside her door. The door belonging to the embodiment of happy memories he had longed to forget. 

He couldn’t say how long he stood there. But between the pained laughs as thick as syrup that broke from his lips and the bitter pacing, he imagined it was for quite some time before he finally grew tired enough to collapse back against her front stoop. Kicking his legs out in front of him, he leaned back and let his eyes slip close as he found himself resigned to wait there. 

For what? He still wasn’t all too sure. Maybe he had come to say goodbye, maybe he wanted to rub in how well he was doing without her or maybe, just maybe, he just wanted to see her once more. The fae who had at one time made the Night Court feel more like a home than it ever had before. But, whatever the reason, he was there. Unable to bring himself to knock on the door, but he was there all the same. And when he heard her familiar footsteps emerge from behind him, his voice was no more than a low murmur as he whispered out her name, “Leyla.”

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It was late, Leyla had gone to one of the taverns in an attempt to distract herself from the news that had been buzzing around the courts. It was all everyone was talking about, the news of engagement between Nate Dubois to the Day Court High Lady Rowan Hartwell. Drinking a few glasses of wine perhaps was not the healthiest way to cope with this news, but it was the only way she could deal with it. Making her way back to the Night Court and towards her home, she stopped mid step at the sight of him. Was she dreaming? Leyla had been thinking about him all night, this was clearly a fragment of her imagination. Taking a few steps closer, he was still there. This was not a dream. 

“Nate.” his name left her lips in a whisper before her brows furrowed realising that he was here outside her door. “Wha- what are you doing here? What do you want?” Leyla had long lost the right to know what Nate wanted, but the only thing Leyla wanted from Nate was Nate himself. It was too late for that though, too much had happened between them and Leyla would never admit out loud or ever put herself in that position of vulnerability with him again. What she wanted was impossible and the story the two of them shared was long over, the only remaining aspects of their love was her broken heart but Leyla had gotten used to that over time. The sharp edges no longer hurt her, she was numb to it, just like she was numb to seeing him around the Court and like she would be numb to the news of his marriage. Eventually, when he did get married she would get numb to that also. People adjust to the pain, that was the greatest lesson Leyla learnt. You learn to breath again and you learn to move on. 

Before Nate, Leyla had never felt love consume her, it was supposed to be a fling, light-hearted flirting with the handsome Captain of the Guard, but instead, it had turned into the most intense feeling of passion. He had taken control of her heart and she had allowed him. Now there was nothing left between the two, the only thing they had in common now was the cold air of the night. 

“I hear congratulations are in order.” she forced a small smile, keeping her eyes on him as she spoke. If she kept eye contact he would not know that the words that left her lips were causing her to bleed. “Congratulations. I hope you two have a wonderful life.” Leyla did not mean for the bitterness in her tone but it could not be helped. This was pointless. Shaking her head, she let out a small sigh coupled with a light laugh, this situation was too funny to not laugh at. How did you stand in front of the man that once meant the world to you and pretend that you did not care that they were getting married? How did people lie without giving away everything they felt inside? Walking away was easier. She had done it before. She could do it again. Stepping towards her front door and unlocking it she turned around to look at him.

“It’s cold Nate. Go home. I said my congratulations. You can leave.”

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theartofruling​:

Robin + Clara

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Dating a Duchess was no small feat. It meant that Robin couldn’t simply look like any person off the streets, even if she was. In her own mind she was just a lupin fae, an orphaned huntress. She didn’t often attend dressy balls, and when she did, she didn’t dress particularly in a way that would make her noticeable. Now she found herself actively choosing and wanting to revisit her formal wear and purchase new things. 

She’d convinced Clara to come with her, and hopefully give her opinion on the dresses Robin had chose. She walked out of the dressing room in one of the darker, but sparkly ensembles. “What do you think of this?” she asked, turning from one side to the other trying to see how she looked from all sides. “I promise I didn’t have a personality change overnight in wanting a shopping trip. I might have…started dating someone of high ranking, and I don’t want to look horrible when I accompany her places,” she started to explain her reasoning for looking at formal wear when the lupin fae had rarely ever expressed interest in it before. “And my taste can be more on the barely there dresses, looking like she’s paying me. So I definitely need your advice so I don’t end up looking like I came from a brothel.” 

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Clara was surprised when Robin asked her to go shopping, it was not exactly an activity the two friends got up to and if anyone was going to suggest shopping it would usually be Clara. It did not require much convincing, Clara jumped at any opportunity to spend some more time with Robin.  Taking a seat as she waited for Robin to get out, a grin spread across her lips. “Oh it looks so beautiful!” Clara exclaimed, her eyes scanning her friend’s body over. “It looks good all over, hugging you in exactly all the right places.” she winked with a laugh. “Okay I was wondering what this sudden change was...I was worried you had suddenly lost your memory or someone had replaced the Robin I know with a look alike!” Her eyes lit up when Robin mentioned she was dating someone. “You are dating someone! Tell me everything! Who is she? I need all the details!” 

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“During our ER rotation in med school, my roommate fell in love with emergency medicine. She loved being on the frontline. She felt that’s where she had the most impact. […]”

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AVAN JOGIA › ph. Liz Gillies

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( LAURENT &&. MAXIM ) + @chaoticdrkness

In his long string of former lovers, there were a few Laurent Morningstar kept close to his chest: perhaps none quite as charming as the brooding Duke of the Winter Court, Maxim Aslanov. There was a spark of passion and rebellion in the Duke, something that had called to Laurent like a moth to a flame, and the two had quickly tumbled into a passionate, torrid love affair with one another. No matter how many disasters Laurent left in his wake, no matter how many bridges he burned to ash and cinder, he knew he could count on Maxim’s steady presence.

And when Laurent wanted information on the blustering courts of the north, he knew just the sly bastard to turn to.

Though Day and Winter weren’t exactly allies by anyone’s standard of the term (quite the opposite, as a matter of fact), Laurent supposed it didn’t seem all that strange to fly into their territory with the purpose of visiting an old friend. Currently, his own lodgings were occupied by Lilianna and Noa (neither of whom he was currently sleeping with, much to his bitter disappointment), and Laurent presently felt that his quarters were getting a bit too stuffy for his liking. So, after gathering up his best bottle of wine to woo his former lover with, Laurent traversed across the warmth of the Day Court into the bitter, sweeping cold of the Winter Court. As he made his way through the sparkling, glittering estates that led up to Maxim’s estate, Laurent made a mental note to request that Maxim spend some more time with him in Day. A bit of sunlight and warm air would do the man some good. 

Laurent’s wings tittered behind him as he landed on the steps leading up to Maxim’s home, and as he rolled his shoulders and approached the front door, he shifted the wine bottle in his arms from one hand to the next as he rapped three times on the ornate front door.

“Open up, Maxim, I’m freezing my sculpted ass off out here.”

. The sound of the familiar deep voice caused his lips to curl up, Maxim was not expecting any visitors tonight but having a visit from Laurent Morningstar was one he would always welcome. They were fire and ice, but together rather than melting or destroying each other they created fireworks. The other man was company Maxim had shared a lot in the past and even if he did not enjoy keeping the same lover for a long time, Laurent had managed to stick around in his life longer than others would even get the opportunity.  Standing up and walking towards the door, he knew that the Day Court member was not here just for fun and games, given the current situations of the courts and Laurent’s nature, Maxim was certain his dear friend was here to snoop. If Laurent wanted some gossip then Maxim would make something up for him, just for pure entertainment.  “Oh don’t be so dramatic Laurent.” Maxim smirked as he pulled open the door for the other man, gesturing him to come inside. “I can warm you up.” he added with a wink, closing the door shut behind Laurent. “Now this is a pleasant surprise, but do you have no manners? What if I was pre-occupied? I would not have shared with you so it would have been a wasted trip.” he shrugged, a playful smile on his lips as he took a seat on the the lavish couch.  Noticing the bottle in Laurent’s hand he downed the alcohol he already was holding in his hand. “I see you brought me a gift. I had already started on whiskey tonight but looks like I’m going to have to switch to the Day Court’s finest wine.” he chuckled. “I am being spoilt tonight.”  Leaning into his seat he looked over at Laurent, raising his brow. “So, to what do I owe this pleasure?” 

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theartofruling​:

The Hartwell Siblings 

Rowan should have had so much stress roving over her in waves. She should have been knee deep in pros and cons of everything, except that she wasn’t. She should have had doubts about her betrothal, about whether they were well protected, and she should have been completely engrossed in her work at this moment. She was not. Instead she was enlisting her servants in gathering her favorites, along with the favorite snacks of her siblings and favorite beverages, including the alcoholic variety. 

The High Lady had personally popped into the rooms of Gwen and Roman, asking them to meet her for sibling time. Though they had much to speak about she found that she didn’t want to speak about it in a formal setting, but rather hanging out with her favorite people leisurely in her quarters. As they both arrived, Rowan smiled, happy to see them both. “Please please tell me that you have no plans because I attempted to find time that wouldn’t conflict with anyone’s known schedules. I was hoping we could just spend time together? I’ve got some news and I want to speak with you both about it. There will be…some changes to our family.” She attempted to catch Gwen’s eye in hopes that she wouldn’t out her engagement so that Roman wouldn’t know that Gwen knew before him. 

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The invitation from Rowan was unexpected, although very much needed. The Hartwell siblings were close and the three of them had not spent quality time together since the unfolding of the events from the Trials. Roman had taken up more duties to help relive stress from Rowan’s plate. Simply having an alone with his two sisters where they did not have to worry about politics was very much overdue.

Walking into the her quarters, he let out a low whistle at the arrangement of food on the table. “Wow Rowan, now this is definitely the best spread I have seen in a while.” he laughed, taking his seat at the table. “I have no plans whatsoever than to be with my two favourite ladies.” he grinned looking over at both his sisters. The smile on his lips faltered at the mention that there was something Rowan wanted to talk to them about, this could either be good news or bad and he was not sure which way it was going to go. Tonight was going to be interesting that was clear. Glancing from Rowan and then to Gwen he raised his brows, they both were up to something that was evident. “What are you two hiding from me? What is this news?”

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Me, you and the crew.

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we supposed to eat fruit and fuck all day

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“Careful!” Clara sighed, her arm sliding around Amara to help her up from the bed. It was finally time to leave the infirmary after spending endless nights worrying whether her friend and the baby were going to be alright. Thankfully they were, yet that did not stop the guilt Clara felt. She should have never left Amara out of her sight during, others might not have known she was pregnant but Clara did and she should have been protecting her. Clara did not even want to think about if anything damaging had happened to either of them, it was too painful for her thoughts to drift that far.

“Amara, we need to establish some ground rules okay? You’re nesting. You’re not going to do anything apart from looking beautiful all day alright? Just relaxing and looking after the little baby. You have to promise me.” It was hopeful thinking that Amara would listen to Clara, or to anyone for that matter. She knew her friend too well to know that it was the last thing she would do, if the roles were reversed Clara would not listen to what she was asking of Amara right now, but the roles were not reversed so that did not matter. All that mattered now was ensuring both Amara and the baby’s safety. “So where am I taking you? Home? Or you can come to mine!” she tilted her head to the side, afraid of Amara’s reaction to her next suggestion “Or...am I taking you to Lucien’s? Amara if he asked you to go there I have to take you. I think I’m already in a lot of trouble with him for keeping this a secret. If I get demoted it’s all your fault.”

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jogia: “Cause you all say I never smile. Here’s proof. Now leave me alone.”

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“During our ER rotation in med school, my roommate fell in love with emergency medicine. She loved being on the frontline. She felt that’s where she had the most impact. […]”

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Privilege had unlocked all the doors for Maxim over the years, even when he was just the bastard son that no one wanted. None of that changed the fact that the keys of his birthright were waiting for him before he even took his first steps. However, it was the knowledge that guarded the threshold to some doors; knowledge that he did not possess at times at that was always made clear to him. He was arrogant and careless, and some took his relaxed attitude to life as him being clueless about the world. It was far from the truth, yet it was a mask he enjoyed wearing to avoid any responsibilities. Letting people think he was just the duke who strutted around the Winter Court with his expensive clothes, getting drunk and warming his bed with countless men and women was an easier role than having them think he could be more. Even if Maxim was more than that. His ambitions could make him do absolutely anything and when Maxim was angry you did not want to be on the other side of that, he was brute and unforgiving of whoever was on the other side of him. The attack that had happened from the humans was against all fae and as much as Maxim was selfish and cared only for himself, like every other fae in Astrails it was not something that he would look over.  Walking into his room, he could sense that he was not alone. The doors to his balcony were wide open and the cold winter air had filled every inch of the room although the fire had not blown out yet. Whoever it was must have recently arrived. He could already predict who his visitor was, there was only one person who would sneak into his room this way. Yet, he was stunned to silence for a moment at the sight of Noa Kumar on his balcony. Not because this was unusual, no, this was quite normal for Noa and the relationship the two had developed. Yet, for a human with no wings, Noa always managed to appear in his room in the strangest of ways at the strangest of times. And usually, he never questioned it, in fact, he welcomed, especially as her visits benefitted him more than the visits of other people did. But tonight everything felt different. After everything that had happened at the Autumn Court, he did not expect to see her here. He was bothered by her coming here as if nothing had happened, a feeling he rarely experienced let alone knew how to handle. “So what? Are you here to stab me?” he asked, raising his brows as he walking further out towards the balcony towards her. “Sorry to disappoint but stabbing or killing me won’t have the same effect as your friend had when he stabbed Night Court’s High Lord.” The usual playful tone in his voice had disappeared, he sounded bitter. Bitter and angry. “You know what Noa? Vicky might actually thank you for it!” Maxim laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You would be getting rid of a burden for him. This sounds far too perfect.” He tilted his head to the side slightly, letting out a dramatic gasp at his light bulb moment. “Oh shit Noa, did you two plan this together? I know you like plotting with fae to get rid of another fae. Am I your next kill?” 

Now he was standing directly in front of her, only a few inches away from her face. Being this close to her physically made his anger feel far more real. Was it her that she was angry with or just the humans in general for the battle. Or was he just angry at Noa because the night before everything unfolded she was in his bed knowing what would happen the next day? “What are you doing here Noa? What do you want? Did you not get everything you wanted a few weeks ago?” As his words left like daggers, he could feel his heart starting to beat faster. Looking at Noa made his hot temper start to fade, it was pathetic that the sight of her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders and big bright eyes managed to get under his skin this way. Usually, the tables were turned, it was Maxim who knew he held power over her. But right now, it was different. There was a pull he felt towards Noa which he could never understand. “Oh fuck it.” He muttered, a frown creasing onto his features at the realisation that his needs would always take over. Noa had a hold on Maxim, one that was enough to make him forget his anger. He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, meeting her eyes, it was only a matter of time before they glanced down towards her lips and without any further thinking, Maxim’s leaned down, crashing his lips against hers. Arms wound around her waist, pulling her up into his arms as he picked her up with ease, the action seeming so natural as his fingers tangled through her hair.  @wickedgxmes​