#but i love him as a Faerie so he'll stay that way

[beauzos]

screaming crying at how good the Valentines designs are on moderneopets. vanilla Neo has a Valentines brush now and the designs are so basic!! they’re cute but they’re too simple, it’s not really interesting smh

[whore-ibly-hot]

"A Servant and His King."

Yandere!Fae-King x Fae!servant x. Fem! Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, coercion, fae related hijinks, basically monster fucking, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, clit play, p-in-v sex, power dynamics.

(A/N): Part two to a non-smutnfic about Puck, based off of puck from 'Midsummer Nights Dream'. Can be read with or standalone.

Part one (not required to understand)

A brief gust of wind and leaves rattles the shutters of your small cottages window, not sounding out of place when mixed with the usual sounds of the forest. However, the gust turns softer as it gently brushes against the shutters, causing them to open slowly with a creak.

A pair of feet land nimbly upon the wooden dresser across the room from your bed, a shadowy figure squatting down with a grin. The figure hops down, making its way to your bed, where you sleeping form lies blissfully unaware of the intruder.

Groaning, you are soon roused from your slumber by a light pressure on your wrist, and your eyes flutter open. You gasp, seeing the being before you and trying to pull away. "

"W-who are you! Stay awa-" a finger is pressed softly to your lips, the figures face coming into view as the lean forward. Forest green eyes and a set of familiar pearly whites greet you.

"Shh! No need to fear, only Puck is here." He coos, kissing your wrist once more, pressing the soft flesh to his lips. "Sorry to frighten you, little mortal. I would never mean to upset you, but I couldn't very waltz in through the entrance to your humble abode, especially given your mother's feelings about my kind." He lays his lithe body across yours, head on your chest as he looks at you with glee.

"Why are you here, Puck? It's late, I must rest." You say, though you don't resist the fae boys touching. "Sleep is important for humans."

He scoffs. "I know, but I have something more important than your human need for sleep. My king, Oberon, leader of the seelie court wishes to meet you." He pulls you up by your shoulders, a hand fixing your nightgown which begins to slip from your shoulder.

"T-the king?" You're just a human woman, a peasant. You've never even met a human noble, much less a faery king. "Why? Puck, I'm not, I can't! Now? I'm not dressed properly, I'm a human, I-"

Once again, a finger is placed against your lips. Invading your space as per usual, Pucks forehead is pressed against your forehead, nose to nose. "Shush, little mortal. Please, the king loves me. I am his jester-servant, his beloved Puck! We've shared many a-" he chuckles. "Amourous night together. He knows if your good enough for me, then your good enough to meet him. Don't discredit yourself, you are so much more than some mortal maid I take in the woods for a night of passion." He makes her sit up, and tries to slip her out of the bed. "He'll love you, my sweet. It's only proper I introduce my new beloved friend to my closest companion, ruler, and my king." You allow him to pull you out of your bed, and into his lanky form.

"Mmph, Puck. I can walk." You groan, trying to wriggle from his grasp. He tsks with his tongue, and shakes his head.

"No, no, no. Don't whine, don't go away. Be good. It's a long stroll all the way to the spring we're going to, just relax." He cackles. "You humans are so indecisive. Just a moment ago you were whining, 'Puck, no. It's too late, I'm a human, I need my sleep.', now you won't let me carry your frail, tired self to see the king. Make up your mind."

You roll your eyes, but suppose he has a point, and allow yourself to melt into his warm embrace, shoulders flush against his pecs.

As he slips back through the window and dances through the glen, weaving through trees and brush like a gust of cool night air, he soon arrives upon a clearing. Smooth rock reflect moonlight, as the water resting atop them comes from the babbling freshwater spring that rests at the edge of the rocks. A figure, imposing and much more muscular than Puck's is sat on one of the rocks, admiring the water.

Puck gently sets you down with nimble hands, kissing your ear lightly. This causes you to squeak and push him off.

"Stop it, Puck! I-im about to meet a king and your acting like we're lovers! Like your an enamored schoolboy!" You exclaim, and his hands only wrap around your waist from behind, playing with the cloth there.

"And here I thought we were lovers..." He feigns a sad face and a pout, before jolting forward and taking you with him by the waist. "My king!" He yells.

The imposing figure looks over, causing you to freeze, mind not really in synch with body as Puck drags you forward. The king is truly a thing of beauty, rugged and piercing as if he were carved, not from stone, but from the wood that made up the forest which he called his domain. He wears a fur pelt around his waist, covering his only upper thigh and not leaving much to the imagination. His is decidedly hairy, and though beautiful is as rugged as a human man of the woods is expected to be. He has dark curls of hair not unsimilar to Puck's, but not as long. His eyes are a deep brown.

"Ah, Puck, my fair servant friend. I was almost afraid you had planned to trick me, having not shown yet." The king muses, legs spread casually and a hand resting against his chin.

Puck gasps, hand to his chest as if hurt. "Never, my liege. Well, at least not to you." Puck coos, sitting on the rock and curling up to the man's calve. The king runs his hands through the curls of the fae man, and you are taken aback by the sensuality of their interaction.

The king looks up. "And you, little mortal, must be my Pucks new favorite thing, hmm?" He asks, head tilted. You nod nervously as the man waves you closer. You bow, and he grins. "Good, good. I assume she knows who I am then? I am King Oberon, of this enchanted woods and over all of the seelie court. Though, my servant here told me you knew little to nothing of our people when asked you about us, so I doubt you'd know what the seelie court is."

You shake your head. "No, sir. All I know-" you glance at Puck, who is practically purring at his kings touch. "All I know is what Puck has told me. That you are powerful, and to be respected."

Oberon grins at this. "That is all you need know. Come here, allow a king to gaze upon you." His hands begin to wander, cupping your face. His large fingers prod your plump lips, your cheeks, and tilts your chin downwards to look at him from where he is sat. Then, the hand is on your shoulder, playing with the straps of your upper garment, then at your chest. This sudden touch in such an intimate place causes you to jolt back. Oberon raises a brow.

"I'm sorry, sir. That is, that is just a very intimate place for humans. It's for sensual matters, when between two adults." You try to explain. Puck sighs, leaning his head on Oberons knee while the king chuckles.

"I am aware. It is intimate and sensual for fae too. That is why you were being touched there." He says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Now, you are only more confused.

"Well, intimacy of those matters between humans happens between a-a married couple, and even then, it should not be openly discussed. A woman like myself couldn't, shouldn't ever bee with a stranger like that, not even a suitor before marriage!"

"I have heard humans are... less indulgent in the passions of life than fae. All those awful, boring rules. And yet you kill your leaders and revolt because your miserable? Perhaps. Eing unable to express those urges is why." He laughs, and Puck joins in. He sense your confusion and continues. "Fae do not believing in brief enjoyment and indulgence. We live life to the fullest. Our liquor is stronger yet we drink more, our food is richer, yet we all eat like kings. And most of all, we indulge in the passions of the flesh with each other more than your little mind could take. I think if you had the opportunity, you'd see it was the best way to live." He muses.

To your suprise, he suddenly moves Puck up from his calve to his lap, holding the thin man by the waist as Puck grins wickedly. "You see, me and my servant here are close, emotionally and physically. We have enjoyed many a night of passion, without the watchful eye of my queen, of course." There is some bitterness in Oberon's tone at the mention of his queen.

"You... you indulge in passion with those, of the same gender as you, o-often?" You ask. It is not wrong, you are just so suprised and curious. You are not even supposed to think about a man pleasing a woman, let alone a man and another man. It is such a foreign idea.

"Mhmm. Being a king is hard for his majesty, and Puck... I, am happy to help him with his desires. My king cares for me, and I care for him." Puck says, before gasping and cutting off. You blush, seeing Oberons hand has slipped below Pucks leafy loincloth, hand stroking Puck manhood. He focuses only on the tip for now.

"I am suprised seeing as you are so shocked by how touchy and sensual fae are, seeing as you bedded my dear servant." Oberon says, and you immediately shake your head.

"No! I've never, me and Puck did nothing together. We drank a little, but he took me home." You exclaim, and look st Ouck for answers. He's too busy letting out soft whimpers and moans as Oberon moves his hand the full length of Pucks cock, paying attention to his bulbous tip.

"Is this true, Puck? I find it hard to believe, my servant can't keep his hands to himself. I suppose this makes you seem even more special to me, that my Puck would wish to see you again so desperately, and rave about you to me even if he had not bedded you yet. That begs the question though..." He leans in to Puck's ear. "Why did you lie to your king?"

Puck groans, brows furrowing. "M' sorry, your majesty! I knew you were so busy, and if I told you I had found a mortal capable of giving such incredible pleasure, you'd be more likely to come and see what a treasure I had found." He stammers. The king shakes his head, slowing his movements on Puck's cock.

"You know better than to lie to a king with a temper, Puck."

Puck cries out, bucking his hips and trying to chase that friction against his kings rough hands. "N-no sir! Trust me, I know if she'd just indulge, the mortal would be wonderful! She... she could be our mortal, not just mine! Please sir, I'll be good, she'll be good, don't stop." He begs.

Oberon sighs, still frowning in Pucks direction but intrigued nonetheless. "Alright, mortal girl. I yell you, if you would only let go, indulge just a bit in the pleasures of the fae, you would live a better life overall. And, should you please a king of the woods, perhaps your... what is it your mother does? Herbs? Perhaps they would see a better yield. An enchantment perhaps?" He offers.

You gulp, body hot with both arousal at the sight before you and anxiety. "I couldn't. What would the people in town think, I-I would be outcast!"

"Who would know? Even if someone were to find out, no one would believe a quiet gardeners daughter slept with a wicked spirit." The king teases, tongue poking out from between his lips slightly. He pulls you to him, and you offer no resistance. "For an untouched maiden, I assure you there is no one better to introduce you to a world of pleasure than the king, and his most loyal servant."

As he says this, the moaning Puck latches his lips onto your neck, continuing to moan as he sucks the soft flesh. You gasp.

"Oh, oh, gods." You squeak, the sensitive skin of your nape never having been touched, much less kissed in such a way.

"No gods, here, mortal. No angels or demons, only fae. Only the spirits of nature." He leans into your ear, kissing the shell. "Only your king."

Soon, a rough hand gets your skirt pooled around your knees, kneading the fat of your thigh and preparing to spread your legs and allow the fae king and his srmervant a view of the untouched treasure that lies there. You shiver as the cold air brushes across your stomach, you've never felt so exposed.

"See, highness? I told you, she's the perfect, pretty little mortal. Tease her, please? For me? I want to see her face as she experiences pleasure for the first time." Puck begs.

Oberon raises a brow and the request. "Such demands from a liar who has already been granted mercy, and is still being pleasure bu the hands of a king." He pulls his hand from Ouck's cock, causing tears to well in the edged faes eyes, having been denied his release.

"Majesty-"

"Enough. I will allow you to tease and prep the maiden, so she may except you king. Before you say anything, be grateful I don't only allow you to watch, or send you home." Puck whines, but grins a little inside. He knows the king enjoys his presence to much to remove him from this sensual scene.

Oberons large hands keep your shoulders flat against the warm stones of the spring, while Puck, still hard beneath his tented loincloth, crawls unceremoniously up between your thighs.

"What are you doing, Puck?" You whisper out softly, looking into his dazzling green eyes. He smiles warmly, pressing his cheek to one of your thighs.

"I assure you, maiden, my wicked tongue is not only good for japes and jabs." He coos. You are still confused at what he could mean, until the two thin fingers parting your folds are replaced with a hot, wet muscle. Puck licks a stripe teasingly up your center, savoring the flavour but eyes never leaving your face.

Oberon smiles down as he watches your face contort and wrinkle at the new sensation.

"Puck, y-your majesty, what is- oh, what is he doing?" You ask, trying to form a coherent sentence at the odd feeling of pressure and friction against both your clit and your entrance as Puck explores your folds.

"It's called cunnilingus, maiden. Fae have many ways to pleasure each other, but many enjoys the feel of one's mouth on their most intimate areas." He chuckles as he watches Puck tasting you curiously. "Sometimes, I find filling his mouth is the only way to quiet him." Puck giggles, and the vibrations make your legs quake.

Soon, the muscle invades your entrance, as Puck is now groaning almost as much as you. It's a gentle stretch, but both Ouck and Oberon know it will be necessary for what the king is to do later. Your aroused and needy clit is not forgotten by the fae pleasuring you, as a free hand comes to tweak it gently. The feeling is overwhelming, and soon, that knot inside you snaps, and you feel a high you've never known. It feels as though currents, waves run through your body as your maidenhood spasms around Pucks tongue.

He removes it, but continues to lap at your spent clit, tasting the juices of your climax. Oberon smiles.

"Was he good, maiden? Did you first touch by a man satisfy?" He asks. You can only weakly nod. "Ah, answer, maiden. Your being addressed by a royal."

"It was... it was very good, m-majesty." You gasp out. You look away at the sheer lewdness of the sight and Oberon crashes his lips to Pucks so that he may taste you on his servants lips.

"She was a divine nectar, my liege." Puck groans, pulling away from the kiss and now trading spots with his king. Now Puck lays by your shoulders, playing with your locks and kissing your neck and jawline while Oberon moves into place.

His chisled body places itself atop you, his sheer size dwarfing you and removing the moonlight from your body, casting a large shadow. You gulp.

"I... I've never done-" he chuckles, cutting you off.

"I'm aware, mortal. All that talk of purity led me to that conclusion. But, you won't be that innocent for long. I will be gentle, but it will hurt at first when you accept me into your sweet cunt. It's all part of the process."

You tense a little at the feeling of something hard, much more rigid than Pucks limp tongue, prodding at your entrance and folds.

"M' scared." You admit. This seems to soften the sensual yet cold king, and he sighs. Even Puck gives him a sad, wide eyes look. He leans down.

"Don't worry, mortal. I will be as gentle as any man has been with a woman. My Puck was never one to be nervous, but I have had lovers in the past who were. I will take care of you." He says.

Puck holds your hand and nuzzles his cheek to yours to provide a semblance of comfort. "It's true. The king is a fair and gentle lover when he wants to be. Don't worry, my friend." He assures.

Oberon strokes your thighs to relax soon, and soon the tip enters your weeping slit. You whine, the intrusion burns a little, especially as he adds a few inches every so often. But, he is slow, and talks you through it.

"Shh, it's alright. Your taking me so well, especially since I am endowed with more than some. Such a good mortal girl, it will feel good once you've stretched to accommodate a fae's cock." He coos.

As he begins to gently thrust, the slightly pain gives way to a burning pleasure. You whimper, his thrusts rocking your ads back against the stone of the spring. His large, curved tip is hitting the right spots, cervix getting pounded by the large man of the forest.

"O-oh, shit! Oberon, please- please, m-more! I need all, all of you in me!" You cry, and he chuckles.

"That's your womb speaking. This is your first time, you couldn't possibly accommodate all of me. But I will give you what I think, ugh, what I think you can take." He thursts become rhythmic, rolling in and out of your stretched tunnel, as Puck holds you steady and plays gently with your chest.

Oberon humps against you a few more times, moaning at Pucks encouragement. "She is so close, sire. I can tell, she's all tense and red, come on! Give it to her, let her take you. Please." It's clear Puck is still needy from not having gotten his release earlier. Still, he seems satisfied watching the king fuck his newest treasure.

"Mortal, mortal. You squeeze like a vice, such a warm, needy cunt. You needed this, to feel such pleasure, didn't you? Needed a cock to fill this cunt?" He moans. "It was fate, wasn't it, Puck? Finding this maiden, all alone. It was fate for you to be brought to us." Puck nods as his master continues.

"Your majesty, I'm gonna- its happening again." You cry, and his pace doesn't slow.

"I know, I know. I'm, fuck-" one last thrust sends the king over the edge. He groans, feeling your tunnel convulse around him as his thick white cum fills you. Puck plants quick, overwhelming kisses across your face as you climax, secretly wondering what you would look like if you bore the king's child.

Soon, Oberon pulls out, and you lay there, trembling and on the verge of sleep. Puck leans down and plants a final kiss upon your lips. He smiles.

"Sleep, little mortal. It's okay, you are safe with me and my king. I'll return you to your bed, pretty one." He strokes your hair softly, until your tired eyes close and stay closes. He sighs, and looks at the king. It's clear he could go for a fee more rounds.

"Majesty, our poor mortal needed this so badly, her body was on fire for it. We can't... we can't well let her go back to her little cottage, all alone in the dangerous wood with no one to please her. She's trusting, and she broke all the rules of interacting with fae so quickly, what if a worse one came along and-"

"Puck!" Oberon exclaims, making the imp jolt and go silent. Oberon sighs. "I am not a fool. I know how much this unique mortal has captivated the two of us. You need not convince me to take her back to my palace. As fair as Titania will be concerned, she is a plaything for you, correct? I will not have her cursing this treasure." Oberons muscular arms cradle your slumbering form.

"Majesty, I know of your endurance. Perhaps when we get back to the palace, while our maiden rests, I may please you." Puck asks, eyes wide and innocent.

Oberon scoffs. "All this acting because I didn't allow you to finish, Puck?" Oberon says, seeing through Pucks facade of goodwill and selflessness. Puck pouts.

"Isn't it tempting, though?"

"Perhaps."

[brittle-doughie]

This is pretty much what I wanted to show you(I'll try to shorten it as much as I can)

Meet Hollow Flora Cookie

Type: Magic

Position: Rear

Pronouns: He/Him

Hollow Flora Cookie(Formerly Known as Melodic Berry Cookie), he was the Attendant to the 5 Beasts prior to their Corruption while also becoming the Mentor of the current Ancients when they first got their respective SoulJams. Now he's the King of the Cookie Kingdom the Brave Gang, Sugar Gnomes and Blueberry Birds reside

This was pretty much how he used to look like when he was still the Beasts Attendant

Description

"A Cookie as kind and compassionate as he is mysterious. A skilled Mage and Fighter that appeared out of nowhere, taking in numerous Cookies under his wing and teaching them of his ways as a fighter or mage, maybe even both. When asked of his name from his students or himself, they'd often say "Hollow"

No one knows what had happened to him after the birth of the Ancient 5..... But rumours started to spread that after he ended his life of being a mentor, he had travelled far and wide until he found a Kingdom that he settled in. Though, no one knows whether or not he had stayed or left..... But if one thing is for certain.....

...... He was alive and he had began to call himself Hollow Flora Cookie"

(Don't mind the bad cropping, I don't have a stylus pen right know, don't even know were only one went...)

Hollow Flora Cookie's Soulstone

"This stone holds a piece of Hollow Flora Cookie's soul. It exudes a calming yet stern aura with a sort of emptiness to it and the melodic tune of...... Crying..?"

Hollow Flora Cookie's Past

Back when the 5 Cookies were new and had reigned over EarthBread in peace

Due to the Witches' busy schedule, a lone Cookie was left forgotten near Magic Crystals as the Witches had gone on and about in their home

Due to how the Cookie was made and baked, it had absorbed the Magical energy of the surrounding Crystals, resulting in it's ability to release said energy and return it to it's own body

The Witches had learned of this little Cookie when a sudden glow emanated from a corner. Looking back to the first 5 Cookies, the Witches decided to prepare this little Cookie for an important role

The Witches had introduced the new Cookie to the 5 as "Melodic Berry Cookie" and that he'll serve as their Attendant

Due to his responsible and diligent yet naive and curiosity nature, the Primordials took an instant liking to him, often doting on the small Cookie and enjoying their peaceful days along with the rest of EarthBread

So when the Primordials began to give in to their dark desires...... Their love and adoration for Melodic Berry Cookie had taken a dark turn as well

Melodic Berry Cookie did what he could to convince his beloved Masters to stray away from the dark path and come back to who they once were

But his opes and fatih in believing his Masters were still there were crushed when they had placed him in a House-like prison where he endlessly cried at his own uselessness for not stopping his Masters in time

So when the Witches had asked him for help with sealing them. He immediately agreed with the exchange of helping him fake his own death

While the Beasts mourned the death of the body double while the real body was in a glass coffin in a comatose state, the Cookie was to be reborn again

.......

Okay, some extra stuff on Hollow Flora :D

Where his colour palette originated:

A summary of what happened after the Beasts were sealed:

Got to the Faerie Kingdom severely injured, which resulted in the Faerie Cookies fixing him and going wings. He also became a Silver Tree Knight after a decade or so of being there until he left Beast-Yeast 57 years before the current Ancients came to be but would visit The Faerie Kingdom yearly

This is pretty much his suit:

Some facts about him:

Due to being bound to a bed for centuries, he would sleep anywhere, but a bed

Has taken a liking to Custard Cookie the |||.(Their dynamic is basically that Rosa and Arlo the dog scen from Brooklyn 99)

Has no shame in sharing stuff about his students to their closest friends and family. A prime example would be him commenting how Dark Choco was similar to Dark Choco when he was around his age. This resulted in Dark Cacao quietly pleading for him to not share anything

Has the compassionate ✨️rizz✨️, which resulted in many letters and gifts. What's funnier about this fact is that he's oblivious to what he's doing to these Cookies' hearts. And then there's the fact he's good-looki-

Basically his Kingdom skill:

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Okay, that's it for the ask...... Feel free to ask me if you have any more questions

This is quite the read! I normally have reservations with Gacha stuff (have any of you seen the YT videos?), but I don’t mind the use of it here if visuals are needed to paint a picture!

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

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Waittt omg this reminds me of an objectively crazy piece of youngestdaughtersyndrome lore but its kind of long so im putting it under a cut ....

So like way back in the day (like wayyyy back im talking 4-7th century) in scotland-- and this is the way my great grandma tells it so who knows if its the official story-- there was the macleod clan of castle dunvegan. And this kid loses his favorite hound right? So hes searching for him everywhere, far and wide, just wandering over the moors for days until he comes to a bridge just sitting in a clearing, totally purposeless like not crossing over anything, and he hears a bark. And hes dead certain that its his dog so he searches the surrounding forest around the bridge but he cant find his dog. Unthinkingly he crosses the bridge and all the sudden a beautiful girl is in front of him with his dog and hes like. Thats my dog. And shes like no its my dog wtf also youre in the land of the fae and if your dog crosses back over he'll die immediately so he needs to stay here and besides i love him so much. The son very quickly realizes that hes like mega fucked and hes standing in front of a faery princess and shes so so beautiful and she has his favorite dog. And because that shit used to fly hes like Well if you marry me and come live at my home you can have the dog and shes like yayyyy okay <3 so they get married and some years pass and they have a baby. At that point shes like i have to return to my people bc im a princess and they need me but im leaving our son with you. Take care of him or im going to be so mad. Then off she goes and the macleods have a banquet to cheer the son up (its not working) and the nursemaid slips off to have a drink and a bit of chat, as one does. The baby kicks off the blankets though because hes a baby and the window is open so he gets cold and he starts to cry. Now the princess is all the way in the realm of the fae but she hears him crying and flys over to the castle into her sons room. And objectively hes well taken care of so shes not really mad. Besides, she loves her human husband and the baby, so she just tucks her son in with a scarf or something of hers. At this point the nursemaid comes in and is like oh shit youre back? And the wifes like not really but keep the blanket ive wrapped him in because if you wave it you can either cure a cattle plague or summon extra fighters in battle. Also you can only wave it three times so like be choosy about it. And then she disappeared and was never seen again but the baby grew up to be a valued member of the clan and whatnot. And supposedly my mothers side of the family is that faery babys descendants. The story is up for dispute as all folktales are but the fairy flag is real u can look it up 👍

[viisator]

The Prince of Elfhame

Tittle: The Prince of Elfhame

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Fantasy

Summary: Niki is the only son of Jude and Cardan Greenbriar, and he has a human maid, but his maid and he don't get along pretty well, and he has this secret crush on her that he's bitter about, he couldn't believe he's liking a human maid, it's just not on his ligue.

Warning: none

Not Proofread

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INSPIRED BY "The Folk Of The Air" by Holly Black

– Can I have a request, please? After/before you read this(thanks for checking this out btw) like or reblog, or both; is really appreciated!! And it will help my blogs reach other ppl too!! Thank you!! Have a good time reading!! –

(I CAN FINALLY SHOW MY LOVE FOR THE FOLK OF THE AIR!!!)

(The devil's contract isn't finished yet, that's why I wrote this so the wait is quite worth it...and it's been a lot of months since I posted the teaser and until now I haven't finished the story:'( I really really am sorry)

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Y/n have been walking upstairs of the palace where she would be serving his highness the prince, a cup of his afternoon chocolate tea with a strawberry on top. 

Ever since she'd been to Elfhame, all she ever felt was a surprise; and it's been four years since she'd been there. The first thing she was shocked with was her Majesty the Queen, she never thought a human would be ruling a kingdom of faeries; she often wondered if the Queen was ever been afraid, and the fact that humans can always be harmed by glamours, but she still stands so tall whenever they stumble upon each other; but what surprised her the most was that the prince- son of the king and queen- was always been kind with everyone except her.

They first met at the ball, the very first ball she ever attended on Elfhame. There was dancing and laughter with singing, and people who only care for free food. There was a loud bang in the hallway on the outside when the knights on the stand announced that the prince has come. Everyone cheered - the loudest was the king - and girls heave deep sighs as they hear the name 'prince' when the door opened and a tall young man, hair as black as the night, lips lump with rose tint, pointed ears, and a kind smile that convinced everyone that he should be loved; and Y/n was caught by it. She also heaves deep-long sigh and all she could ever think is that he looks more majestic than any other creature she has encountered here in Faerie.

That night didn't end up the way Y/n had dreamt of, the prince- Nikael Greenbriar - seems to not like her face so much. The first encounter was at the table of sweets when Y/n grabbed a strawberry tart with extra cream and microwaved(seem so) strawberry on top, and Nikael -mostly known as Prince Niki- grabbed her hand tight and shoots her a glare that almost poked through her eyes. They stayed staring at each other for a while then the price yanked away the tart from the girl's hand and walked away. And that's how everything ended at the ball.

One day, Minji, one of your faerie friends, told you that the palace needs one more worker for the laundry work, and that's the start of your getting promoted as the prince's maid. But everything just didn't work well, and it seems like the prince hold grudges since the night you stole his tart.

As you open the door, Niki is laying down on the couch while he's staring up at the ceiling.

"You spend two hours making tea?" He gave you bored looks and a sigh, unfortunately, your attention is on the tea; and when you finally put the teapot down, you straighten your back and answered him.

"Fourty-three minutes your highness. It was never an hour or more." He hated the way that you smile with so much sarcasm. He hated that you stares back at him with no slight bother. And he hated you the most because you always make him feel powerless, but of course, he'll never tell you that. Not anyone.

He answered you with a short eye roll and a groan. Three minutes had passed and you're standing still at his side as he consumes his tea very slowly, waiting for his next order.

"Do you hate me?" After three minutes long of silence, you were surprised by what he asked you. You barely know what to say.

"Why would I, your highness, my prince? I've no complaints even though I have more than a hundred, I still have no complaints, and I should never hate you. And that is because I don't-"

-like you? Was that it? you don't like me?" He shift his look to you, his brows meeting each other as you gave him another sweet smile.

"Your highness, I will be very honest. I hate you with every inch of my being." Your stare was intense, it made him put his teacup down and look at you fully. He was very much surprised you could say such things that never, not even one had ever told him.

"How about you, your highness, how much do you hate me?" He did not answer, but instead, he got up and walked out and shut the door loudly.

The next thing that happened is at the dining hall, when the king, queen, the queen's sister and her child, prince Oak, and prince Niki are eating dinner. You were standing at the side with the other maids when Niki keeps on looking at you, but when you make eye contact he abruptly changes his view, either to his food or to his uncle who keeps on talking. Niki is very loud whenever he talks with his uncle, but always quiet when the King is in view. So when the King talks and brought out a topic concerning Niki, he slams his utensils down and got up from his chair and walked out. And you guess he loves to walk out whenever he's mad. And nobody stopped him.

The next scene was in the garden when the Queen asked you to follow him and let him talk of what had offended him with his father's word. You see him by himself sitting on the well-cut grass, while you were standing close to his back.

"Why did you walk out again?"

"He said something about what a prince should do. But he never saw my efforts! that I always try to be a better prince and all he can see are the things I did not do. The things I couldn't do!" You were a little surprised he said those openly in front of you without hesitation.

You sit down beside him and you listen to his thoughts until it's nearly daytime.

"It's nearly time for bed...thank you Y/n, I never had someone to talk to either than my uncle. And it's been a while since I let someone hear my concerns." The morning sunlight that hits his face was yellowish red, his side view was the most beautiful view you've ever seen. He looks so majestic. The most beautiful faerie you think there is to live.

"Why do you hate me?" It was an inch distance between you two, and you were lost in his eyes that you think it was glamour that made you advance more and put your warm lips into his plumpy rose red lips and he gladly return the kiss.

His question was never answered, and after that night when the sun finally stands tall, you both got to bed, and the next day, everything seems to be normal again with your daily dose of bickering, but it seems different from the previous fights because he doesn't smile or laugh after the arguments before. But he'll never say he likes you, and so do you.

(I hope you liked it<3)

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[pantherlover]

A Local Habitation Re-Read: Part 7

Hello again! Here's part 7.

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

It really is creepy thinking about April luring people out so Gordan could try to digitize them.

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

April's room being decorated so childishly makes everything soooo much worse.

"Damn. Just once, can't the villains look suitably villainous?" Give it a couple months Toby! You'll meet one soon enough.

I still think Jan's plan was to essentially put Faerie in the Metaverse. What would happen if the servers broke down? April had like a million failsafes and she still ran the risk of being turned off permanently if the power failed. I feel like, beyond the near impossibility of the task, there were a lot of issues everyone at ALH failed to consider.

The person in charge of the knowe being completely against you is a really scary thought.

Chapter Thirty:

'"Perhaps he'll stay dead this time," he said, nonchalantly. "Tybalt, I snapped. He gave me a look, as if to say 'what?' then began studying his nails.' I know that look. If he was my mom's cat he would've rolled on the floor to show how totally nonchalant he was feeling about the situation, which is maybe not as dignified as Tybalt was going for but would've gotten the feeling across the same.

I didn't think that Barbara was a very good Queen of Cats, but she might've been a *slightly* better one than I gave her credit for. Elliot said that Barbara was upset that the cats kept dying; if she wanted the testing to stop and ALH decided to keep going, that might explain why she decided to sell them out to Riordan. Which doesn't actually help the cats under her care, but it does explain why she'd 'bend at the knee' to a child of Titania.

Chapter Thirty-One:

Toby keeps saying that she's super paranoid about everything; if anything I think she's not paranoid enough.

'I was starting to see the blood trail on the floor, marking out the way in blotches and streaks. Only half of it was real blood. The rest was potential blood, ghost-blood, made visible by the magic I inherited from my mother.' I don't think that Toby's ever tracked someone through potential blood trails after this? I'm not sure if that's because everyone she tracks after this is bleeding enough she doesn't need almost blood, or because tracking people through their magic is more reliable.

"We go now, because there's no time left. Tybalt, can you-" "I'll guard him. I should be able to coax him back to human form." Tybalt really does understand what Toby needs. He knows that she needs to go save Quentin, someone who's her responsibility, and he knows she'll be able to focus on doing that if she's not also worrying about Connor.

Elliot's soapy tidal wave is actually pretty cool. I love the way that people stretch their magic to do things they technically shouldn't be able to do.

Chapter Thirty-Two:

If Gordan was always planning on experimenting/murdering Toby, why didn't she do it sooner to stop her from investigating? Or was there too big a risk that that would spook Jan into sending someone to bring Sylvester to Tamed Lightning?

Oh man, Gordan, if you think some type of hierarchy wouldn't be established in the digital world, then you don't know people very well.

Gordan makes me wish we got more changeling characters. I feel like we don't get a ton of them, and it seems like they tend to be unsympathetic characters instead of characters who have a lot of reasons to be bitter (but still don't default to murdering people).

'Then, quietly, [April] asked, "For right now, until they come and take Gordan's hardware... can we pretend that you'll take care of me?"' Oh nooooooooooo. Trust me, April, if it was even slightly possible, Toby definitely would've taken care of you.

I feel like this book was Toby's biggest failure professionally. One Salt Sea was probably her biggest failure personally, but she stopped a war from happening and rescued a kidnapped child then. In this book, only 2 out of 7 people actually survived (although to be fair, she did get to bring most of them back later).

Chapter Thirty-Three:

I know Tybalt stayed behind to avoid Toby until he could process what he'd learned about her (and to take care of the cats), but I'm still glad that April wasn't left alone with the dead. (Actually has anyone written that fic? Now that I'm thinking about it, Tybalt could probably give April a lot of advice on running her fiefdom and how to look after her people)

I wonder if Jin has a running tally of all of the ridiculous injuries she's had to heal when Toby gets involved. Maybe the healers have bingo cards and they win a prize if theirs gets filled up.

'No one knows exactly when Amandine went crazy; she collapsed a few years after I vanished, moving into an internal world far stranger than the Summerlands. She doesn't spend much time in the tower anymore. Most reports place her wandering endlessly through forests and standing, motionless, at crossroads. I wish I knew what she was looking for.' I remember feeling sorry for Amandine the first time I read this part, and hoping that Toby would eventually get her mother back. I no longer feel this way. I guess losing another daughter (and potentially her only chance at getting her other daughter back) is what caused her to snap. Also, I'm not sure if this is the intended association but 'wandering endlessly through forests and standing, motionless, at crossroads' is making me thinking of Tam Lin/Janet breaking the Ride.

"And Toby... he's not angry. You did the best you could. Both of you." This might be the last time we see Luna and Toby's relationship be uncomplicated/good. The next time we see them after this scene is when Luna's sending Toby to die for her.

That's it for A Local Habitation! I'm excited to get into An Artificial Night; this was the book that really pulled me into the series. See you next time!

[complete-in-ix]

Pretty Flower, Sharp Thorns

Rated: G Warning(s): Implied death

Description: Minhyuk is just an ordinary human, his boyfriend Sanha is a very extraordinary fae. With things being the way they are between humans and faeries, Minhyuk has to take certain precautions to make sure Sanha is someone he can trust. But one day, Sanha suggests a date in Faequelt, the faery world. It's a risky move, seeing as Minhyuk doesn't yet have Sanha's blessing and Sanha doesn't yet have Minhyuk's name. It could be dangerous. Then again, Minhyuk has never been able to resist Sanha.

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Minhyuk likes to think of himself as a fairly normal person. Dark brown hair that isn't too long or too short, unassuming dark eyes that are often turned to the ground, a short stature that would make him easy to lose in the crowded streets of London. He'd guess he's a lot more muscular than most people assume, toned from his hobby of dancing, but that's probably the only thing that stands out about him.

Then again, normal people don't tend to be able to see things like faeries or other supernatural creatures like he can. It's not as much of an adventure as the children's books he grew up on make it out to be, which he's grateful for. All he wants to do with the Fae is to be with his beloved Sanha, a young soon-to-be noble among the Spring Court. 

Sanha is everything Minhyuk isn't; tall, bright-eyed, outgoing, optimistic, and just a little naive. Even their appearances are wildly different; Sanha with his shining silver eyes, soft lavender hair, and almost feminine features. He seems almost delicate compared to Minhyuk who looks a little more than rough in comparison. Honestly, Minhyuk doesn't know what Sanha sees in him to make him stay, but he'll be damned if he says he isn't grateful.

One day when Minhyuk is visiting Sanha by the edge of the woods, the faery makes a suggestion that takes him by surprise.

"My flower, won't you come to Faequelt with me? Just this once? I do love you so, but coming here to see you this early in the season is draining me."

Indeed, winter has yet to release its hold on the land; Minhyuk isn't sure how Sanha even got here without alerting the malicious Winter Court. As much as he wishes he could say yes, he is still suspicious. Sanha is still a faery after all and could be trying to trick Minhyuk for the purpose of killing or enslaving him. The thought of it breaks his heart, but he has to stay vigilant. He may be in love with Sanha, but he still doesn't know if he can truly trust him.

Sensing Minhyuk's hesitation, Sanha pouts, his eyes sparkling as he gives Minhyuk those puppy eyes that he's never been able to resist. 

"Please? You know I love you, I'll keep you safe." Sanha pleads; and like a fool, Minhyuk relents.

Faequelt is like nothing Minhyuk has ever seen before. A forest bursting with color and life even in the dead of winter, the flowers themselves seem to sing. Some of them actually do, echoing Sanha's angelic voice in a hypnotic choir of voices like crystals. Sanha takes Minhyuk in his arms, swinging him around in a slow dance through the trees, and he is so mesmerized that he fails to notice as the colors begin to fade away and the music slows to a stop. Sanha smiles at him, and Minhyuk's world goes spinning out of focus. Strange, it looked like Sanha had grown fangs for a split second there. No matter, he is still breathtakingly beautiful- literally this time, it would seem. Minhyuk frowns as black spots begin to swim in his vision. He wants to keep losing himself in those bright silver eyes. So, so pretty. He faintly registers that they've stopped dancing, but his head is still spinning as if he's been out of breath and dancing for hours. Sanha must be more energetic than he thought. The faery holds out a hand to him, which he gratefully takes. 

"My poor flower, you must be exhausted. I can help, if only you give me your name," Sanha says. His name? What would Sanha need Minhyuk's name for? Oh, right. He doesn't even know it. Names have power here, that's why Minhyuk told Sanha to call him Rocky when they first met. Sanha had never listened, but he didn't mind. He has never been able to resist Sanha anyway, so he could do whatever he pleases.

"My name... My name is Minhyuk." He murmurs, trying to blink away the sparkling light around his and Sanha's joined hands. 

"What a beautiful name. It's just like you. I'll cherish it forever," Sanha says, and Minhyuk's knees give out on him. Hearing such an ethereal being such as Sanha call him beautiful is a wonderful feeling; like he's floating on air.

"Sleep now, my Minhyuk. You need not to wake again." Sanha whispers, his lips brushing against Minhyuk's ear as he collapses against his chest. Minhyuk obeys, his eyes fluttering shut without protest. 

He's never been able to resist Sanha, after all. 

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

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[ladynestaarcheron]

My Sister's Keeper - Chapter Two

ao3 - master post

hello my loves!! so thrilled at the response to this, thank you so much<3<3

hope you enjoy this!

---

The next morning, Azriel knocks on the door. Nesta knows it is him by his footsteps--when had she grown so accustomed to him? Feyre nods at her to open it.

"But I don't want to talk to him," she says.

Being Feyre's errand girl is easier than delivering her the child she promised, so Nesta doesn't even roll her eyes.

"She doesn't want to talk to you," Nesta says, swinging the door open in lieu of greeting. "And you can't come in," she adds. Not what Feyre said, but she doesn't think she'll mind.

"Are you all right?" he asks. His face is drawn, serious. He means it, which gives her pause.

"I'm fine," she says carefully.

"Is Feyre?"

"No."

Of course not. "She's not ill or anything. She's not crying anymore. But...no. She's angry. At him. At all of you." As am I. On Feyre's behalf...and on her own, too.

"That's understandable," he says, nodding once. "Rhys wanted me to make sure she's okay. I thought that was stupid."

"It was."

"Cassian too. About you, I mean."

She doesn't want to think about him. "That's stupid too."

"But...he did...I know it was wrong, Nesta, and I'm sorry, but he did tell you..."

"Very generous," she snaps, before she can stop herself, "that you voted in my favor when you discussed my fate amongst yourselves. A shame that my sister was not offered the same kindness." But this isn't the time for that. "This isn't about that. This is about Feyre."

He nods, and they stand in silence for a minute. That's what she likes about Azriel. He doesn't speak if there isn't anything to say.

Eventually, he says, "Has she...made up her mind?"

He'll report to Rhysand, Nesta knows. And if Feyre wants to tell him, she can do that herself. So she feels no qualms about answering, "That's none of your business. If she wants to see you we'll let you know." And she shuts the door.

---

Hours later, when Nesta opens her mouth for the umpteenth time to request something of the townhouse before remembering there's only one House that responds to her requests with affection, she says, "Suppose we did get him to take us up to the House?" And as she says it, she curses herself for not realizing it sooner. "The priestesses will help."

Feyre nods slowly. "That's a good idea."

So Feyre summons him, and shortly thereafter, they are at the House. It is happy to see Nesta, she can tell, and her heart lightens as she crosses the threshold. She's home. This is her home.

How many times had her home been taken from her, or she from it? Too many times.

This one won't let that happen. It loves her too much. It'll keep her safe. Soldiers and creditors can't rip her from it; and her sister can't take it away from her. It's Rhysand's name on the deed, true, but the House is a living thing. Deeds do not matter when powerful beings have wills of their own--and Nesta and the House have more than their fair share each.

Feyre watches her talk to the House, as it offers them both food and drink, but she doesn't say anything. Remains silent as Nesta leads them down to the library, to find Clotho.

"I don't know if you've heard," Nesta says when they walk in, Feyre trailing behind her. "But we need to find a way to safely deliver my sister's Illyrian child."

The healer-priestesses are summoned soon after, and after quick, formal bows and murmurings, they turn professional. Nesta fills Clotho in under her breath on the other details; how Feyre's right to choose was taken away by her husband. How she's a female who deserves to be her, too if she likes.

Nesta is also such a female. She was violated, was she not? More than anyone knows. So why wasn't she granted stay here, why does she alone have to earn her keep?

They had wanted her to do it in Illyria, in front of all those horrible males--why? Why?

But now is not the time for that. So she sits with her sister, listens to the faeries discuss pregnancies and labors and lets her squeeze her hand tightly as they draw her blood and ask her to lie back and lift up her skirt, please.

Gwyn finds her eventually. "I've only heard rumors," she says, voice low. "And I saw Cassian--he's a wreck, but he wouldn't say. What happened?"

And so Nesta tells her, sharing more than she did with Clotho, why her sister is here.

Gwyn is enraged. Tears prickle in her eyes, and Nesta thinks Feyre should know that good, kind, smart Gwyn is crying at the injustices done to her, when she says, "I can't believe he made you keep that from your sister." She throws her arms around her. "Good that you found the strength to tell her," she says in her ear, through slight sobs. "She's lucky to have such a sister."

This is praise that Nesta does not deserve, and it makes her uncomfortable and guilty to receive it, so she searches for a way to deflect. "If nymphs and High Fae are able to procreate--"

"Not the same," Gwyn says, drawing back and shaking her head. "Infants are the same build. Besides, I told you, it'll always be easier for nymph females. Pliable bones, remember?"

"Perhaps that's something, then," Nesta offers. "Could there be a way for her to shift nymph for the birth?"

Gwyn hums. "I think any sort of magic could be strenuous...but perhaps...that is an idea..."

Nesta's heart flickers. An idea to offer the healers. There. Twice more than anything Rhysand has done for her.

She won't break this promise. She couldn't rescue her from Spring, couldn't spare Elain, couldn't save Father--she will keep this promise. She will see this child born.

---

A few weeks pass by and Nesta is proud of Feyre's resolve. She doesn't give in to Rhysand, doesn't see him. Elain doesn't try to enter the House, which is good, because Nesta still doesn't want to see her. Only Azriel swoops in, and only to bring Emerie to and from. There are still training lessons, but Cassian doesn't attend. Nesta didn't tell him to stay away, but she's glad she doesn't have to. She doesn't want to have to make the decision.

Feyre doesn't cry anymore. She's too focused. The bone theory is toyed around by the healers, discussed, then approved for testing. They begin with birds and rats, modifying their skeletons to be like each other. It isn't the transformation that's the problem, though, it's how quickly they die afterwards.

But Feyre's body is built for transformation, Nesta argues.

But her own, not someone else's, the priestesses respond patiently.

So the experiments continue.

One of their quiet evenings in the House--the priestesses say it's important for Feyre to rest and relax, and the House is eager to comply, playing them soft music, serving them fruit and confections, pouring basins of hot water to rest their feet in--Feyre says, "I just can't believe he would do this to us."

It's eerie to hear her sister refer to herself and her unborn child, but she does it often. Nesta nods. "I know."

"No, you don't even understand the half of it."

Because she's never been in love, she guesses. Still, she can imagine the betrayal. Doesn't quite need to imagine it, gone through it herself. More than once. More than she cares to think about.

"You don't even have the full story," Feyre continues. "Neither do the others. If they did...they never would have agreed to it. I guess that's why he didn't...it was overprotective and stupid."

There's some piece Nesta is missing. "What don't we know?" she asks.

Feyre sighs. Looks down, over her belly, at her feet in the sudsy water. "I don't know if you noticed," she said, holding her left arm up. "This tattoo."

She'd had it after becoming faerie, Nesta remembers. It had disappeared after that night the world ended, the night with the Cauldron, but after the war it appeared again. A sleeve of miniscule flowers and decals, twin to the one on the right.

"I noticed." It had horrified Elain more than her being a faerie. Nesta hadn't been too thrilled about it either. Especially when it was obvious whom she had received it from.

"Well...you know where they come from, don't you?"

Nesta nods once. "Bargains." Is that how marriages, matings, are signed in the Night Court, then? Daunting, she thinks, to bear the mark of your devotion on your body forever. What if devotion fades? She shifts, feeling the eight-pointed star on her back burn, Cassian's favor inked onto her skin. What if it were a favor of a different sort?

"Well, when it all ended...you remember how R-Rhys...how he--how he--"

Died. Yes, she remembers. Should've stayed dead, Nesta thinks bitterly. Saved them all a world of trouble. There would be no terminal pregnancy.

"I remember," she says.

Feyre draws a shaky breath. "Well...I hope you never have to experience pain like that, Nesta."

She has. She will again. She knows this well. Nesta was born into pain, it is the only skin that has ever suited her, the only thing she's ever been allowed to feel. Pain and rage, turning into one another, the lines blurring so she can't tell where one starts and the other ends. Mother dying and Feyre leaving and Elain turning her back on her and Tomas shoving her against a barn wall like an animal and Cassian never choosing her, not even once--pain and rage, molded together into a perfect sphere. There are no sides, there is one side, it is all she can see, and the other side--it is the same.

"And I knew that I couldn't," Feyre says, pulling her back to the present. "Neither of us could."

Nesta waits for a beat, but Feyre doesn't continue. "Couldn't what?"

"Couldn't...go through that. Again. Not again."

"You mean..." Nesta searches for the correct term. "Lose him?" Is that what she's feeling? It's not as though he's dead. Or is she mourning losing him in losing her life?

Feyre nods, mute.

"Well...I told you, you'll be fine. The priestesses are already making more progress than Madja has." Nesta can't entirely keep the smugness out of her voice. She'd like to never see Rhysand again, but she'd also like to tell him--look what I did. Look how I succeeded where you failed.

"No, no, it's not that. It's...the deal we made...it was so that we would never have to go through it again." She looks up, meaningfully. "Either of us."

Nesta keeps her sister's gaze, nodding--and then she understands.

"What," she says, flat.

"I just...I don't think you'd be able to understand--"

"Your lives are tied. You tied...he tied his life to yours."

Feyre nods. "Yes." As though it's simple, obvious. "You can't imagine--"

"You should get to bed." Nesta stands. The good thing about being born in rage, in pain, is that one learns how to act despite it. There's only ever been one person who makes her freeze in ire, renders her speechless and paralyzed.

"Nesta, where are you--"

"Bed, Feyre. I'll be back soon."

"Back--where are you going? Nesta?"

But Nesta has already made it to the veranda, and her stride doesn't stop as she reaches the stairs, and not once as she descends, for the second time, all the way to the bottom. Not until she reaches the riverfront manor, rips open the door, and finds him sitting in one of the living rooms.

There was a time--well, every time except now, actually--that Nesta's attention when she entered a room automatically focused on Cassian. So she modified it, angling her body towards Elain or perhaps Amren, when they were...friends. But now, though they are all in the room, she barely even sees them. She goes straight to Rhysand and his face is the only one she sees. She doesn't pay any mind to the words spoken around her, barely even hears them.

"You," she snarls. And deep within her, for the first time in a long time, too long, she can't even remember--she feels her magic stir within her.

Like on the battlefield, it comes when she calls.

Like on the battlefield, she wields it.

Like she hadn't had the chance then, she attacks.

[blue-haired-fae]

Joel smiled as he looked himself in the mirror, shirt off as he stares at the swell of his abdomen. He's halfway through his pregnancy but his bump where his abs used to be made things more real, he was having a baby. He couldn't help the tears that gathered in his eyes at the thought of what was to come before he quickly wiped them away as he remembered why he was standing shirtless in the room he shared with his soulmate.

He was getting married today.

Joel's smile brightened as he ran a thumb over the engagement ring adorning his left ring finger, his thoughts going to his incredibly handsome fiancé who was getting ready a few doors over as Joel waited for Skylar to bring him his shirt. He felt blessed with the turn his life took when they came to London. Had they stayed in Faerie he didn't think he would have the things he had now, an amazing husband to be, a beautiful little baby on the way, all the amazing friends he's made since moving to London. He smiled as he thought of how much his life changed since moving to London, hand softly caressing his stomach. The door opened to reveal his best friend and platonic soulmate, little brother and his mentor.

"Little bear! Are you excited? Nervous? We need to get you dressed!" Daniel exclaims when he sees his state of undress and Joel laughed.

"I'm ready and so excited. I was waiting for you guys." Joel smiled, hand still caressing the swell of his abdomen.

"Your fiancé is a nervous wreck." Daniel chuckles.

"I can't believe you're getting married, Hyungie, this is so exciting." Jacob says bouncing on his toes.

"I know it's exciting. I can't wait to marry Gryffin." Joel beams at his little brother "Is your warlock coming? I want to meet him."

"He'll he here. He may already be here." Jacob smiles and Joel returns the smile.

MEANWHILE

Eric and David made their way to the room their Mentee was currently getting ready in to find the young warlock in a state. The nervousness and anxiety was palpable as they opened the door to help him get ready for the ceremony.

"Little Bunny, why aren't you ready yet? The ceremony starts soon." David says once inside.

"You ok, kid?" Eric asks, placing a gentle hand on Gryffin's shoulder.

OUTSIDE

Joon walked around to the back of the large house with Tristan's hand in his and Ember trailing behind excitedlt. It would be the first time his friends would be officially meeting Tristan as his mate and their son, though he vaguely remembers a drunken Tristan flopping himself into the laps of atleast two of his friends back at Magnus's party. Back then Tristan was beyond drunk and they had yet to establish anything between the two of them so this would be his first time introducing his beautiful lion to the others in a different way and it was both exciting and nerve-wracking. He turned to his blonde lover once they got to the entrance to the roof and cupped his cheeks.

"I know you don't remember meeting some of my friends since you were a little out of it but I promise they are amazing. They are going to love you just as much as I do." He says pecking the lion on the lips before seeing only Magnus standing in the back garden. The rest must still be getting ready. "Annyeong Magnus. It's really beautiful out here." He says greeting the high warlock as he took in the atmosphere.

"Hello new person, I'm Joon a friend of the grooms." The alpha says greeting a petite warlock standing off to the side, guessing he was the warlock Jacob mentioned he just started dating.

[Closed for @gryffins-spell, @magnus-fucking-bane , @skylar-is-the-light , @tristan-is-a-scary-lion @jasper-lloyd @ember-likes-to-run because they are all family to the boys]

[morganaux]

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? 🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Morganaux:

Initially, I drew inspiration from Vriska Homestuck when making my very first version of him years ago! These days, the influence is a bit more subtle, but it's more prominent in his void-touched AU.

When I started piecing together his WoL verse, I wanted to make a character who seemed to have a fun and happy life, but hiding dark secrets and complexities beneath the surface, so Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond from Steven Universe were major inspirations from it. It's most notable in his faerie's Pearl-like design, shown here. (Art by ArcherTime! Just as a heads up, there might be some NSFW content there.)

The first solid trait I decided on for him is that he was a Duskwight with curly white hair!

Phoebus:

Phoebus's inspiration is that popular headcanon that in the WoL's past life, they were Solus's empress! I think the idea is neat and has a lot of interesting plot potential, but I don't feel comfortable applying it to my own WoL. It just doesn't feel right for him, since Morganaux's a trans man, so I decided to take the idea and make it into something that worked more comfortably with my WoL's story!

I immediately knew I wanted him to be a reaper. The moment the job's lore dropped was what actually pushed me to make him into a character instead of simply existing as a concept. I just really, really like everything voidsent-related. Plus, there's the ties to pre-imperial Garlemald.

Apollo:

Since Morganaux was inspired by Vriska and Rose Quartz, I figured it would be fitting to use Mindfang and Pink Diamond for inspiration.

Vriska sees Mindfang as this idealized figure and obsesses over being just like her, but knows nothing about the real deal. In turn, Morganaux has this highly romanticized, totally unhealthy image of Azem in his mind as a result of his interactions with Emet-Selch.

Pink Diamond is incredibly reckless and causes a lot of pain for the ones she loves by doing whatever feels right to her (all while having the purest of intentions), and that's certainly a good way to sum up Apollo.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

Morganaux:

WoL!Morgy can swim, but prefers not to. In the ingame RP I have with @brightlady-lise's Claudin, expurgator!Morgy can swim as well, since the two of them spend a lot of time near bodies of water. (this is what happens when you date a mitron shard IJDSFIJSDF) He figured it would be a practical thing to learn, in case he trips and falls off a dock or something. Other versions of expurgator!Morgy have yet to learn how to swim, though, since that's something special to the two of them.

Void-touched!Morgy hasn't had the opportunity to learn to swim, since he's been in Ishgard his whole life (aside from a few outings). Maybe at some point, he might pay a visit to the pool in the Firmament and learn, or maybe he'll leave Ishgard and get the opportunity that way. (...I kinda wanna see both of those things happen in RP, now that I think about it.)

As for swimming in the ocean, all of the Morgys are fine with it, but would strongly prefer to stay on the shore. He's very fussy about his hair and clothes getting wet.

Phoebus:

Phoebus never had the opportunity to learn how to swim, and even if the Imperial Palace had a heated swimming pool somewhere inside of it, he'd likely think of it as an unnecessary display of wealth and hate it on principal. (He'd also refuse to listen if someone tried to explain the practical benefits of swimming. The ceruleum used to heat it could be used for much, much more efficient things, he insists. He will die on this hill.)

In his WoL verse (which I STILL need to find time to make a bio for), he finds ample opportunity to learn how to swim, and neither loves it nor hates it.

Apollo:

Finally, Apollo actually does enjoy swimming. It's good exercise, and an even better excuse to wear something other than communal robes. And, even if he does have Morganaux's big, fluffy hairstyle, it's no big deal for him to use his fancy Ancient magic to get his hair back in shape after going for a swim.

(he also finds great amusement in pestering Emet-Selch into tagging along with him so he can splash him.)

He's good friends with Mitron (and sometimes more, depending on the RP), so going for a dive in the ocean's something I can see them doing together! He'd definitely want to help him out with his researh when he has the time.

[writerfae]

Okay I'm talking about modern AU Taiden non-stop and I could for all eternity but also let me share some canonverse Taiden hcs with you this time:

assuming that they end up together sometime after the events of The Knights of the Alder

whenever Aiden visits the Willow Court Talon is assigned as his personal guard

Henry insists on a guard because he wants to make sure his brother is save and he thinks Aiden would feel more comfortable when it would be someone he knew

you know the two weren't really fond of each other when they first met but they became friends over time so though Talon is annoyed about having to "babysit" Aiden at first both get used to it with time and got even closer that way

Talon becomes quite protective of Aiden, not that he would ever admit it, but he's very determined to keep his friend save

I think at some point both start crushing on each other but never act on it (mutual pining at its finest)

okay but I actually have a headcanon about their first kiss

they're on a feast, right, and Talon has to look after Aiden, but he somehow manages to lose Aiden in the crowd, he's already starting to get a bit worried (both about Aiden and losing his job) when he finally finds him

he's with some other random fae who's shamelessly flirting with Aiden and Aiden is kinda getting along with it cause he's pretty much drunk because the fae gave him a sip of their fae wine and that's nothing you should give a mortal ever because it makes them kinda high (but since in this case it was just a sip it's not that bad, don't worry)

that of course rings Talon's alarm and after yelling and cursing at the fae he pulls Aiden away from them and takes him outside the ballroom for him to come to senses again and also for Talon himself to calm down because he's furious

Aiden complains of course and they bicker and at one point Aiden says something along the lines of "just because you don't want (to kiss?) me, doesn't mean that no one does" and makes some witty comments and Talon just wants him to stop talking so he kisses him. twice.

after that incident things are a bit distant between them because Talon doesn't think Aiden remembers (even though he does), also he has a bad conscience because he feels like he took advantage of Aiden being drunk and Aiden on the other hand doesn't bring it up cause he thinks Talon doesn't talk about the kiss because it didn't matter to him and oh well you can see where this is going

eventually they talk about it tho and sort things out and finally end up together

"I'm sorry that I kissed you back then." "I am not."

Aiden doesn't live in faerie all the time but he often visits and he visits even more when he starts dating Talon

Talon on the other hand would sometimes visit Aiden in the human world and Aiden teaches him a lot about humans

I imagine they would like to travel together a lot, showing each other their worlds and exploring new things

for example, I could imagine that they visit some wild fae clans. both are curious about those and Aiden, being part of the Wild Hunt, has already made some wild fae acquaintances that invited him, also it would be good for diplomatic purposes (to strengthen the bond of the wild fae to the fae of the Willow court and understand each other better)

during their stay at one of the fae clan villages they get tattoos together (yes wild fae do tattoos - or something pretty similar to that)

Aiden gifts Talon his necklace with the crow pendant at some point, with Talon giving him a brooch with his family crest in return, so that they have something of the other when they are separated

they write each other letters (love letters, yay)

I don't know yet if Aiden would eventually move to the faerie realm completely, but at least till the death of his father he'll totally stay in the human world (apart from his visits I mean)

speaking of fathers, Talon's father wasn't all too pleased with his son's choice, but Talon wasn't having any of it

I'm not gonna talk about problems they may have to face and I'm totally not gonna talk about Aiden's mortality because I want to cheer myself up with this not make it worse. positive content only.

the two still practice swordfigting together, sword fight sessions often turn into make-out sessions tho xD

Talon is very attentive, always making sure that Aiden is comfortable and content

I have this hc that when Aiden grows older Talon makes himself look a bit older too (with glamour), so Aiden doesn't feel odd

they like to go stargazing together

Talon always kept his hair short and straight, but Aiden likes how it gets the tiniest bit curly around the edges when it's just a bit longer, so Talon let's his hair grow out a bit more then usual

he is also kinda insecure about how tall and lanky he is? but Aiden makes him feel better about it

Aiden's brown eyes are plain compared to the fae's gem stone eyes, but for Talon that's what makes them especially beautiful. they're so dark and deep and some days he feels like he could drown in them

Talon often kisses Aiden's hand(s) and forehead and Aiden always giggles when he does it and it's adorable

when they share a bed, Aiden always hugs Talon close and Talon likes it because it makes him feel save, also he likes to listen to Aiden's heartbeat

no one would've expected the two to work out and last so long, but they did, till the very end

they've never been as lovey-dovey and open about it as Callan and Henry, but they really love each other

there's still banter and teasing in their relationship and sometimes they quarrel but they always made up somehow

even in canon Talon is always the one who's feeling cold and Aiden is the one to keep him warm

Aiden loves it when Talon plays the violin so he often asks Talon to play for him. and he does.

I could go on but this is too long already ahaha, I'll stop now. Anyway, I love these two. They may not be canon in the main story, but they still have a great future ahead of them 😌

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