#fae!hawks

[acourtofquestions]

Bonus: Alternate Versions (cause I couldn’t help the earlier “bird boy” joke & Aelin has too many phases/names not to have multiple😂

[elysiium]

& 𝒓𝒆.  a closed starter \ ft. auraline & calahan , the queen's study .

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 . a place of quiet serenity ; a glass house , overgrown with plants that suffocate the walls and floor . a multitude of birds trill , sweetly high , the chorus as playful as the birds themselves where they've made a home here . their beautiful chorus distracts and calms auraline — fuego flies amoung them for a time before perching on her shoulder and affectionately pecking at her cheek . this is the one place she is never disturbed , one of the only gifts from her mother that she enjoys today . during the time of her captivity , this is where she would go on her bad days ( to forget , to escape ) and now it serves as a place just for her — to seek calm , to get work done . it's why she is surprised when distant voices bring her out of the book in hand , head rising and turning towards them to see none of than her brother - in - law seeking entrance by the guards at the entrance . ❛ calahan , i . . . ❜ her voice trails , her hand waving permission for her guard to allow him through . even as she does , her accompanied hellhounds react : leora who lies at her feet simply raises her head towards @rufficns , aurelius rises to his feet , a low warning growl vibrating in his throat . the seelie runs her fingers through his fur , book now placed in her lap . ❛ . . . did we have an appointment ? ❜ one she may have overlooked , not something that happens often , but with where her head has been lately . . . it's possible .

[nedsseveredhead]

Might retire all my dragon age characters except for Ned and Orion. I just never got as into inquisition and made Falon mostly with Ev and that was a very dark time in my life lmaoooo. Ill just focus on the OGs

[yamiartstash]

Made some doodles of Cyclonis in my Storm Hawks/Labyrinth fic. For those who haven't read or forgotten about it, she takes up the role of Jareth. And seeing as how he had a bunch of costumes, I decided to at least try drawing her in different outfits. (I still kinda like the original one I did for her)

[bookstattoosandtea]

Cover Reveal Raising the Sun by Eryn Hawk

Cover Reveal for Raising The Sun By Eryn Hawk Coming August 24th Part of the Tales From The Tarot Shared World RAISING THE SUN is a standalone MM romance novella with size difference, flower shows, and magic spells. It features a sassy phoenix-demon contracted into helping a human realize his worth, and a self-conscious florist, who is struggling to keep his crumbling business afloat. It’s…

[hiredpencil]

more little doodles with my fae shape shifters

[pcrplevenom]

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒ 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐩; 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬/𝐀𝐔𝐬 ⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

[squiddy-god]

Malleus, Azul, Lilia, jack, idia with an s/o who’s bad at self care

Malleus draconia

Mall is confused??

Why is the human not takeing care of themselves???

Only really notices after he sees your health, both mental and physical, start to decline

Asks Lilia about what to do because he’s clueless when it comes to humans.

Once he knows however he’s going straight to you and he’s goona make you do self care whether you like it or not.

It’s simple self care but it’s self care.

Pops out of nowhere and proceeds to make you drink water, no he doesn’t care that you did 5 minuets ago his s/O needs to stay hydrated.

If for whatever reason the dark fae is unable to remind you to take a break or eat or drink water he’ll have sebek bring you a water bottle

Makes you take little breaks

Watches you like a hawk because he wants to make sure that you arnt pushing yourself.

Simple but effective self care is the way to go with malleus, it’ll always be pretty simple but it’s all the love and care he puts into things like makeing you eat something or makeing you drink water.

Azul ashengrotto

Your both in the same boat here

Azul definitely over works himself and 100% isn’t very good with self care

But when he sees the signs that you also aren’t? He tries.

Noticed pretty quickly, he’s the same way and knew the signs of a lack of self care.

He makes Shure you both eat some food and also that you both drink water, maybe even take a little break.

See, you not being good at self care gets him to do alot of little things for the both of you, like in order for you to take a break he has to take a break, and if you drink water he will suddenly feel thirsty.

Sometimes it won’t actually be a “break but more of a change in location. Can be having you feel like a sad zoo animal

He’ll drag you to mostro lounge/out of his office and will sit with the fishes or other things depending on were you are

Azuls also likes to rant and listen to you rant. He’s a good listener and will listen to you vent for as long as you need while you both cuddle because he's✨✨touch starved✨✨

Azuls self care is a lot of little things that make a big difference he really does try for you and you gradually get better together

Lilia vanrouge

Noticed right away and his dad senses kicked in

You really thought he wouldn’t notice after raising 3 kids???

Hahahahhahahkekekeke

Makes you drink lots of water, go on walks, take breaks have a nice shower, the works.

He often has to remind sebek to take breaks and drink water, same with silver but for different reasons

Tries to cook for you so you have something to eat but I think that’s more self harm then care if you eat it.

But hey! It’s the thought that counts!

Scolds you lightly when you don’t self care and gives you "the dad lecture” ™

His internal clock is wired to chime of at certain times of day and make sure everyone drinks water/eats/takes a break

He’s very good about self care and he subtly ingrains it into your very soul.

Almost trains you like pavlovs dogs kekekekek

At a certain time you’ll feel the sudden urge to have a little self care, whether you like it or not.

10/10 dad Lilia comes through once again

Jack howl

Aggressively cares about you

You better self care or else

*chucks water bottle at you* stay hydrated!!!

Gives you a plant because plants are good and you need it

Makes you take breaks whether you like it or not

Good luck not self careing

He can sense if you haven’t

Seriously its like a 6th sence

Like you can be walking by and he’ll come up to you and tell you to go self care

Don’t argue with him

It’s pointless

Imagine doing face masks with Jack

Idia shroud

Alright so this is a weird on because like Azul idia is high key shit at takeing care of himself

But on the other hand he definitely worries about the people he cares about

So when he notices (almost instantly) that his light, his player 2, isn’t takeing care of themselves?

🅝🅞

So he forces you to self care, shower, drink water, eat something other then monster and Doritos (or candy)

Also has you do face masks and things he found on “howtorelax. Com”

Witch is really good because it kinda tricks him into doing self care himself

So you’ll both get something (somewhat) good to eat, put on a face mask and watch anime together

👉👈 maybe cuddle

It’s really shocking how adamant he is about self care when he himself is so bad at it for himself, but your someone he cares about, a lot, so of course he’s worried about you

Has set timers on his computers for when you should get water and take a break/cuddle him

Expect visits from his tablet and/or ortho telling you to drink water/come to Ignyhide

Idia still won’t go outside-outside but maybe a little walk around Ignyhide won’t hurt (but only if your with him)

Also walks you to class when he’s (unjustly) forced to attend a physical class

And as much as he would like to just nyoom and zoom to his next class lickaty split he makes small stops to get water with you if it isn’t to busy (a.k.a. no people)

[giorno-plays-piano]

Favors and Debts

Part II

Pairing: fae!Yuji/Sukuna x reader

Warnings: noncon, yandere, a bit of smut, murder, captivity, stalking, violence (not towards reader), Sukuna having a purity kink.

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Of all creatures fickle and cruel, the fair folk are the ones inspiring fear and awe alike. You were unlucky enough to save one of them from captivity, and now you must pay for it.

Part I

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He lied to you. Since the night he ordered all his captors slaughtered, he has been following you like a shadow, waiting for you to slip up and finally let him in. Have you drown in your nightmares until you'd crack under pressure and take down your door clad in iron, throw away the mirrors of all shapes and sizes hanging down the walls of your tiny apartment.

You have resisted thus far. You've learned to live with a wicked fae breathing down your neck.

At first, you only saw him in your dreams. A response to a severe trauma, the doctors said, nodding knowingly. You haven't told them Yuji was one of the little folk: it was futile. Men of science would think you damaged beyond repair if you believed in elves and fairies. An abused man dreaming of revenge for 7 long years? Now, this was something. Of course, he could have found accomplices. Of course, they could have murdered men and women of the village. You kept quiet, letting police and doctors make their own conclusions. Nothing could be done to help dead villagers, anyway.

Then, one day, the fae boy came to the apothecary, where you worked as a junior pharmacist. He has been wearing the face of an unremarkable city man who needed his stomach pills. When you turned away to the shelves and reached for them, he caged you with his body, somehow slipping through the counter, and murmured against your ear, "I'll eat your heart, little bird."

When you turned around in frenzy, hands shaking, expecting to find Yuji with his six horrifying hands ready to tear you apart, you found only an average-looking city man trying to hide a yawn behind the counter. He wasn't a fae. He was human, just like you, and yet Yuji found a way into him like found a way in your dreams.

You were never alone. He has been watching you like a hawk, making sure you never grew close to anyone, especially not men. Once there was a handsome boy with whom you exchanged pleasantries far too many times for fae's liking, and he took over him for a couple of seconds, face changing to Yuji's, black symbols appearing on his skin as he looked you up and down, the corners of his mouth tugged just slightly upward. "Keep yourself pure for me," the fae whispered into your ear as you stood frozen, afraid to move until the boy became himself again.

Least to say, you could afford having neither lovers nor friends. God knows what that fae would do to them if he could force himself into their bodies without much of a struggle.

Sometimes, you dreamt of different Yuji. That Yuji was just a kind fatherless boy who made jokes when you bandaged his hands and thanked you so sincerely when you gave him the ointment for treating his wounds. He nealry cried when you brought him your food and hid his face in his palms out of shame for having to rely on a young woman's pity. He was gentle with horses and dogs, and they flocked to him like he was their master, only enraging the villagers further.

Although you tried not to think of it much, you missed that boy. If it were him visiting your dreams, you wouldn't even mind.

The years are flying by, and soon the promised time will be up, but you aren't afraid. Your room is full of iron and mirrors. The door and every window are lined with a thick layer of salt. There's a sack of dried rowan berries under your pillow. Your stomach doesn't let you have as much sleeping pills as you like, but dreams are just dreams. He can't drag you away through them to his realm, or he would've done it already.

But it's the last night of the seventh year, and when you are running the streets of the city back to your safe heaven, you know you aren't asleep this time, the fairy catching up with you, his speed utterly terrifying. You barely have time to fly up the stairs, trying to lock your heavy door, but he is behind you, forcing you inside: the gushes of wind swipe the layers of salt you so cautiously poured on the floor, and the mirrors fall down the walls, all cracking like they're made of thin ice.

"I've waited for so long for you to show me the way," he says in a low voice, a grin lightening up his handsome features, and you see he is no longer a boy but a man, his shoulders a mile wide, his two heavy arms splitting in six again in front of your very eyes. "I have been patient, little bird."

You weren't, you want to say, but your tongue is numb, and so is your body as the fae advances on you, reaching out his many hands to place them on your face, your waist, and your hips. He seems content with how much you tremble before him.

"The brat misses you," he whispers, his hand tender on your chin as he makes you look up at him, and you raise your brows, unsure you heard him right. He laughs as you. "The boy. Yuji."

You blink. Isn't Yuji just a false name the villagers gave a fae to hide his true one? Why does he refer to him as his own person?

Because he is, the realization strikes you.

"Are you using Yuji's body?" You whimper, eyes already wet as you think of the tremendous difference between a gentle boy in the barn and a cruel creature taunting you in your dreams.

The fae smiles back at you, his face inches away from yours.

"If only you knew how much he pleads me to let you go," he bares his sharp teeth at you like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. "Poor child. He's been in love with you ever since you kicked away that iron girdle."

Horrified, you feel blood rushing to your head as you frantically think what to say, not realizing the fae keeps nudging you towards your bed, towering over you like a giant, mirrors coming further apart under his feet. His fingers are rough and calloused, but he is strangely gentle as if a part of him wishes you well. Is it him? Yuji, the kind boy, trying not to hurt you? Or is it his frightening master trying to trick you into submission?

When the fae lifts up your cotton dress, he tenderly strokes your skin until he reaches your waist, relief strangely washing over his sharp features. "You aren't wearing a girdle."

Biting down on your lips, you look at your ceiling, tears trailing down your cheeks. You thought of it. Iron was convenient to use against the fair folk, and many maidens in fairytales wore them as a protection against the fae charming their way in girls' bedrooms. Surely, with your rooms stuffed full of anything made of iron, it only made sense to wear something as well. And yet... and yet every time you went to blacksmith to commission a piece, you thought of wounded Yuji, his face pale, palms bleeding from the iron girdle forced into his hands.

In the end, you never bought it.

"My pliant little bird," he whispers against your bare skin and you squeeze your eyes shut, thinking how foolish you were to believe you can fend him off with your heavy iron door and mirrors hanging down your walls.

He lays you on your bed, carefully avoiding its iron frame, and soon you realize you are no longer in your room, your bed simply levitating somewhere in the dark, the fae your only companion. You're gone. Your time is finally up, and no one will save you from the monster who has been chasing you since the night you freed him from his shackles.

"Why are you cruel to me?" You ask him in a small voice, head on the pillow as he caresses the inner side of your thighs. "I've done you no wrong."

The fae laughs, "Cruel? You are to wed the Fairy King, little girl. I'll even give you that human brat as a wedding present. Now, stop crying and spread your pretty legs for me."

THE END

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Tags: @minshookie29

[acourtofquestions]

Another Rowan the bird-boy post for ya😂:

Ever notice how often Aelin is compared to a cat?.. Whether it be by “saying words like a purr” or “moving with feline grace”… well that totally explains their Rowaelin dynamic; he is Tweety bird & she is a cat with a mouse (or I guess… bird… it still works!?!😂)

[fever-fluff]

Part I - Quick as a Fox

word count: 2.3k (not proof read)

will contain spoilers for the ACOTAR series

“What could Rhysand possibly need that would be out here, Shadowsinger.” Lucien’s voice was thick with disdain, swatting another branch from the thick brush they walked through.

“Scared of getting you breeches a little dirty, Lucien? Doesn’t seem like you do well in the dirt.” Azriel’s sneer was no better, and the innuendo about Elain did not fly past Lucien so easily.

“Believe me, its not the first time I’ve gotten it on my knees, maybe you’d like to hear all about my time in the garden last week-” Lucien was quick to block the fist aiming for his gut, but it threw him off balance all the same, soft ground beneath him not much to grip.

Azriel came at him again, “Shut your filthy mouth, Vanserra.” Lucien just laughed at the male’s brazen behaviour towards the female he’d tried to snatch for himself. It had been months now since the last solstice, and the catastrophe of the necklace had caused a rift between Azriel and Elain that Lucien had, without regret, used to his advantage. Elain was mated to him, and he’d agreed to Rhys’ wish of not inciting a blood rite  over the shadowsingers obvious display of disrespect.

He had not pushed Elain in the slightest with his affections, but he had made it clear they were there. And after finding a bitterness under all that façade of sweet, Lucien had coaxed it out. It turned out she had more in common with Nesta than they’d all first thought, and he relished in the fire when she let it out.

The two tumbled as they fought, both to engrossed in getting another blow to the others face when they stumbled down a concealed ridge. They had separated just as the reached the bottom, and went to got at it again until Lucien noticed what they’d fallen into.

“Mother above”

Azriel looked to what was behind him, sucking in a breath and the grove of statues they’d landed in. “What the damned is this place?” walking around, the two noticed now that they were not statues, but petrified bodies of fae of all kinds. Lucien stopped in front of a certain one, loosing a shudder as he recognised the face in front of him. “I can’t be…”

Azriel joined his side, analysing the kneeling figure in from of him. The arms were twisted as if two fae had hold of her while the magic took effect. A sneer crossed her features, and he felt a shiver as he though of what it might have looked like in flesh. There was pure hatred in those eyes, and the snarl of her lips was something that he’d only seen on the most animalistic of his kind. Though she looked to be high fae, with pointed sharp ears, her demeanour was something he’d place in a wild beast.

“We need to free her.” “Are you mad?!” Lucien had already turned and began sifting through his sack, pulling viles as he went. “Lucien, who the Hel is she?!” he started mixing different liquids together, the mixture turning all different shades of different colours too quick for Azriel to catch.

“Someone who may be able to help.” “Hah…?”

Before Azriel could stop him, Lucien poured the new potion on to the top of the statue, and waited as it took effect. It was a simple reversal but depending on the depth of the initial fae's magic when she had been petrified, the time to undo the curse was debatable.

So they sat a respectable distance apart, and watched the statue like hawks. The sun had started to dip in the sky by the time they noticed the stone slowly shift, and a pale complexion took its place. Her chest began to slowly rise and fall, and a flutter of her eyelids became stronger as the hours passed on.

The moon had taken its place in the sky, and both males had drifted off into the land of the unconscious until they heard harsh coughing. The statue, now skin, moved achingly while the faes body returned to normal. Lucien cautiously moved towards her with a canister of water, “Fox, its alright, we’re not here to harm you...” The slap of the canister from Lucien’s hand was quick and strong, too strong for someone who had atrophied for mother only knows how long now. What was even more miraculous was the speed she moved towards the brush to their right, finding a small stream to gulp out of heavily. Azriel made to move on her, but Lucien held his hand up as a signal to wait, “don’t spook her, unless you don’t like having limbs anymore.”

Once she’d had her fill, she turned her eyes to the two of them, and he could have sworn they flickered between a serpent’s slits to the fae oval. As she spoke, her voice cracked from years of disuse, but he could hear the power she could wield it with, “I suggest you both start talking before you have no more tongues to do so.”

Azriel’s responding growl was low, truth-teller now grasped in his hand as he etched closer to her, “you shouldn’t make threats you can’t follow through on, bitch. In your state, this is going to go only one way. With your throat at my bla-”

Too fast. Way too fast for someone only after waking from such a long prison did the woman lunge for Azriel, snapping at his wrist with both hands and knocking the knife from his hand. He didn’t have time to reach for another as her body morphed, twisting into muscle and scales, wrapping round his body and wings and tightening instantly. She’d wrapped the latter half of her body round him like a snake, leaving her upper body in the fae state and sneered when he choked for air as she squeezed, “what was that? Sorry, I cant hear you over your own spit.”

“Fox, let him go, please.” Lucien had backed up, hands in surrender. Her gaze moved to him, and the recognition that lanced through her eyes did nothing to ease the grip she had on Azriel’s body. “I never thought I’d see a child of autumn beg for the life of an Illyrian.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know. But the High Lord of Night won’t take it well if you kill his spymaster on my watch.” Finally, she eased herself off, and Aziel gasped for the precious air he’d missed. She’d put a reasonable amount of distance between them all, still on guard with how the serpentine part of her body coiled like a spring. Once he’d finally reached his feet again, she started looking for answers, “How long have I been asleep? How do you know who I am?”

“If my brother’s words are something to go off of, half a century, maybe more.” Lucien flashed her that goddamned smile, “I’m Lucien, Beron’s youngest son.”

That didn’t seem to placate her like he’d hoped, and Lucien wasn’t quick enough to move away from her attack. Talons retched from her fingernails, and she had him in her grip before he even had a chance to realise. “I suggest you keep his name out of your mouth, child, before I really do rip out your tongue.”

“He’s telling the truth, he’s a Vanserra.” Azriel wouldn’t make it in time to stop her if she made for his neck. She snorted, “And what makes you think I would believe a word that comes out of your mouth, Shadowsinger.” Shit, she’d caught on to his shadows. He pulled them back from the two, holding up his hands in the fashion Lucien had before. “You know who I am?”

“Everyone knows the little toy the High Lord of Night uses in his arsenal of weapons, though congrats on the promotion. Spymaster seems fitting for your type of… constitution.”

She’s turned her attention back to the redhead lying beneath her, “If you are telling the truth, my lord won’t be too happy if I slit this lovely, tanned neck of yours. So, I suggest you both stay where you are until I am far enough away to not turn back and change my mind.”

“wha-”

She was gone before the two could blink.

“What in gods damned was that, Lucien?!” Azriel’s anger was far beyond livid. But the autumn male simply stood, rubbing at his neck, still feeling the ghost of her claws on his skin.

“Her name’s fox. She’s been missing since before the war. One of the most dangerous fae Beron ever had under his control. He used to tell me stories of her, to scare me into going to bed.”

“And you didn’t think waking her would be a bad idea, considering she has no clue who you are?!” Lucien winced under his tone, “I thought she’d smell that we were related, nothing gets past her senses. But I suppose I really didn’t think…”

“Rhysand is gonna be pissed, you realise this?” Azriel started to pace. If they really had released something like that with no safeguards, nothing to stop her from returning to Autumn, they could be in for a lot more trouble with Beron than they first expected.

“Yea, I know.” The two made to go back to Velaris, winnowing silently.

Quick. Quick as a fox. You need to be fast, faster than anything that might catch you. His voice rang in your ears as you sprinted through the thicket, four paws pushing silently off the ground at each lurch of your body. Come on, fox. I know you’re faster than that. The hounds are going to rip you to shreds if they catch you, I wont hold them back. Gods, you needed to run. If you were still in the grove, that meant you were only one court away from Autumn, the winter court.

Sure enough, a border of ice and snow came into view, and the fur you wore changed from the fire red of his hair to the white of winter. They’d never feel you breach the border; animals came and went as seasons changed, even in the eternal courts. And your winter body would blend you into one of them long enough for you to pass through unnoticed. You’d run, run as fast as you could until you reached him.

Five hundred years you haven’t been watching from the shadows. Watching and waiting. You knew the day they took you he wouldn’t look for you. You had failed him, had gotten caught. You are my fox, quick and sly. But if you get caught in a snare, there will be nothing I can do to stop the hunters from claiming their game.

Hours had passed until you reached the land of Autumn, and your body returned to the red that you never forgot in your imprisonment. It was all you could remember of him, that and his cruel disposition. You had forgotten his eyes, but never the feeling as they landed on you with cold contempt.

You made for the cabin on the base of the mountains. You knew he’d keep it warded. And all you had to do was cross the threshold and he’d come for you.

Being encased in that stone should have turned you mad, but the hot anger you had been laced with for the change had kept you burning with sanity. You would be no good to him if you’d freed yourself and come back with no wits. So it had burned, for year upon year, until the red head idiot decided he knew who you were and released you.

He hadn’t smelt like Beron, you’d checked. Lady of Autumn, sure, but Beron was no where in his blood. You wondered what happened there.

The cabin was in sight when you felt your legs give out. Shifting back, you wobbled on fae legs to the front of the porch. But you couldn’t sit. If he came and couldn’t remember you, you’d have to make fast work at fleeing before he decided you were a threat to his oasis.

It didn’t take long for the beating of hooves and the pounding of paws to reach your ears. Light flickered in the distance, one lone torch among the forest of orange and yellow.

Standing steady, you raised your head as the face you’d forgotten became clear. Gods, now that it was in front of you again, you realised it had never left you. It haunted your dreams, your nightmares, and every waking moment you sat kneeling in that grove. You'd only forgotten that it was real, and not a figment of your trapped mind.

Nothing was said as the hounds came charging, ready to tear whatever decided to breach their master’s property. But the wave of scent you let wash over you had them stopping in their tracks. Now unsure of whether you were truly the threat they were first ordered to rid.

“State your business, before I am no longer lenient with my dogs’ lag.” He voice sounded harder than you could think to remember. You hated it, wondering what he'd done in the time you were gone to sound like that. But you bowed deep, knee hitting the wood beneath you in reverence, “my lord.”

You didn’t dare lift your head, couldn’t bear it if you looked up and saw nothing of recognition in his eyes. But the sharp inhale, small enough that only you would ever hear it, loosed the fear filling your chest. “Fox?” you smiled.

“It’s been a long time, Eris.”

[raspberrywiskey]

help. i can't stop drawing weird old man yaoi

okay !!! more stuff I've been thinking about.

kieran is neither fully fae or human. and while he gets a glimpse of being fae through loving odhràn, he still doesn't get the full picture. and while he's lived most his life among humans, he's never felt at home with them. this is one of the reasons why odhràn is so important to him - he makes him feel at home. odhràn is possibly the only person who understands what it's like, to be stuck between two worlds, as a selkie. and it's what makes odhràn's absence hurt all the more for kieran. it's all very 2010 sasuke x naruto amv but I realised it kindof reflects my feelings about my own complicated irish identity, which I won't get into but it's been fun !

I highly recommend making ocs to reflect complicated issues in your culture and then make them kiss. it's extremely rewarding !

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Mousey (She/They/Adore)

Other alters might pop in but it’s mainly these two!

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Hi, I'm Mod Celestia (System)! We use any pronouns (including neos and xenos) :3

I can't guarantee alters will do sign offs but they might, and if so they'll probably do their name then .cel

Some alters who will likely help this blog are

Anne Marie (she/ghost/blood/fire/wing/death)

Niki (she/they/it)

Row (they/it/he/xe/paw/fern/allium/hydrangea/hyacinth)

Draculaura (she/they/fang/bat/blood)

Collei (she/vi/bloom/pain)

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Hawks/Emma (All pronouns)

Mod ❄️ (She/Snow/Flurry/Hir)

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Mod FireFly/Mod Lupin (it/fae/xe/they)

RagDoll (he/she)

Alec (he/they)

Alexa (she/they)

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FAQ

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You know that really ableist "build an alter"? yea? its like THAT, but for fragmented alters with no sense of identity. We do not build alters, we help them find themself.

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Questions can be directed to our inbox.

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[cressidagrey]

Indelible Scars - Chapter 5

Summary:

Azriel knew pain. So did Galena.

Also known as: Azriel’s mate is a healer and the first time they meet, he nearly dies on her.

Warnings:

Irresponsible use of Sleeping Potions, Cassian's POV

(thanks to @cafekitsune for the super pretty dividers!)

The fabled Galena was nothing like what Cassian had expected. 

But then, he hadn’t really thought about what to expect. Somewhere in his mind, he had thought she would be even older than Madja. An Ancient High Fae that had seen everything and because of that experience would be able to help Azriel. 

But Galena wasn’t. 

Galena was young, with her magic feeling like ice and peppermint, which she kept tightly leashed…until it bled all over the room, the moment she started casting. 

She was powerful, he realised that then too. Quite powerful, exact in the way she wielded it as well. 

Ice and Peppermint, and somehow matching her scent perfectly, like freshly fallen snow in a forest. 

He could smell that now, all over the room. Her scent weirdly seemed to match Azriel’s of cedar and ist, even as miserable as he smelled at that moment, the normally clear scent muddled with pain and hurt and sweat. 

She worked differently than Madja had. Madja was calm and collected, seemingly nothing surprising her. Zoreen had been warm and caring. 

Galena…Galena was…pointed. 

He couldn’t find another word for it. She knew what she wanted to do and how. 

She had cast more magic in five minutes than he had ever seen Madja do and had then taken a break from that to ask Cassian to open up every window. 

“Do you have ice lying around or something?” she had asked quietly, and Nesta had asked the house to provide teatowel with ice in them, just like Nesta and she had used throughout the night. 

“We tried to get his fever down,” Nesta said quietly. “But it didn’t work.”

“We’ll try again,” Galena said calmly. “It’s getting too high for my peace of mind…if this doesn’t work, I’ll have some more draughts for him to take, but I don’t want to do that to him before I know what is actually wrong with him…I don’t want to take the risk of accidentally making something worse,” she uttered under her breath. Cassian slipped the ice beneath the back of Azriel’s neck, getting a weak groan in response, another cough…

He hated every fucking minute of it. 

And then Cassian could swear he could see Azriel relax, which was ridiculous because he was unconscious, every muscle of his body lax anyway. 

But the tightness around his mouth had eased, like he was resting and it was…

“His breathing is easier,” he said wondrously. The wheezing had stopped. His chest moved…easier. 

“It’s me,” Galena’s voice was quiet, coming from where she was perched on the chair he had procured for her. 

Cassian turned to see her sit there,  nearly unnaturally still, eyes closed, concentrating on something. He hadn’t thought that she could even hear him. “I am modulating his magic, so to speak…Stopping him from fighting to come awake…He relaxes, and that makes it easier for him to breathe,” Galena explained. 

“You can do that?” Nesta asked surprised. Cassian had never even heard from anything like that. He met his mate’s gaze, from where she was standing at the foot of the bed, hands wrapped around the wooden footboard. Watching Galena with something in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. 

Not pity maybe…but understanding…Nesta had taken one look at her and she had managed to keep the shock from her face better than he had. Since then, she was watching Galena like a hawk, her arms crossed waiting. 

“As long as I am near him, yes. It’s normally used under very different circumstances,” Galena explained, blinking open her eyes again. “You can use it to soothe a babe back to sleep. Clotho lend me an ancient book about nursery magic,” she explained nearly absnetmindeldy, as she searched through her back for something. 

She was a very relaxing presence to be around, he realised. Quiet and focused and…so still. Like every movement was thought out. But then, he reflected, as he saw the cane leaning against the chair he had procured for her…she probably did need to think about every fucking movement she made, so it wasn’t going to outright hurt her. 

“You know Clotho?” Nesta asked, sounding shocked.  

“We are Pen Pals,” Galena answered, her voice quiet. Or maybe that was just the natural state of her. Quiet and focused. 

Somehow that made so much sense. 

Two females who clearly knew the cruelty the world had to offer. That knew how it was to be judged by everybody around them…Madja had helped heal Clotho and maybe even her niece, so of course, she would have introduced them. 

He imagined that only somebody that had similar scars could truly understand how it was to live with the everyday. 

For just one moment, Cassian wondered what had happened to Galena. 

What had resulted in the scars covering her face and her neck and her hands…what had resulted in a leg that was so destroyed that even agic couldn’t heal it anymore and she was stuck using a cane. 

When had it happened? How had it happened? 

Was the story as disgusting as the one how Azriel had gained the scars on his hands? Half-brothers out for blood and doing an experience of how oil and fire mixed? 

The scars looked similar for both of them, like skin and fat and muscles, had been melted away by the flickering of flames. 

Even to this day, Cassian knew how much Azriel hated fire. 

He was never obvious about it of course, but he had oftentimes found his staring in flames happily flickering in the oven and having an expression on his face that…well. 

He imagined if somebody had felt the full brunt of flames, then one would be hesitant to get near them. Regardless of how much one needed to. 

He pulled back the hand that he had kept on his brother’s shoulder, breathing now deep and even and turned to watch Galena do her work. 

She was looking at Azriel, an unreadable expression on her face, one hand hovering over Azriel’s arm, nearly glowing…

And then it cut off sharply and she stared at Azriel, shaking her head. 

“I need…a comparison,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes snapping up at him. “Can I cast a diagnostic on you, General?” she asked him suddenly. 

“Yes, of course,” he agreed immediately. “Whatever he needs.” 

 Ice and Peppermint waved over him for just a few seconds and her eyes narrowed, staring between him and Azriel. 

“You need to eat more vegetables,” she told him absentmindedly and he just stared at her. Right. “You lack iron. Preferably spinach or peas or broccoli.”

“I eat enough vegetables,” he disagreed with her and she rolled her good eye, the movement in sharp contrast to the consummate professional she seemed to be most of the time.

Nesta snorted in amusement.

“Does he need Iron too?” he asked her drily and she just shook her head. 

“Oh no, he needs other things,” Galena assured him.” “It’s fascinating…It’s different, even when it shouldn’t be different… He’s just as full-blooded illyrian as you are. It should be the same…”

Cassian had no idea what she was speaking of and crossed his arms. 

“What shouldn’t be the same?” he asked her tightly. 

She waved her hands and suddenly golden runes appeared before him, two rows, beneath each other. 

“See this?” she asked, and he stared at the runes. He couldn’t read them, and had never learned that side of magic because Illyrian killing power did not lend itself to this kind of magic at all. 

But even he could see that the two rows were different. Similar but not the same… 

“The upper one is Azriel, the other one is you, General. Your power levels are obviously similar, and you are similarly trained, but he has a few…interesting points you don’t have,” she said quietly.   “He’s just as full-blooded illyrian as you are. It should be the same. But it’s not,” she said with something that must pass as a smile for her. “Older, seemingly. Ancient .”

Ah.

Cassian rubbed his face. “His father was a Lord. Mine was just a random soldier,” Cassian said quietly. “Illyrians breed for magical power…He comes from an older line than I do.”

Family lines were important to Illyrians. He knew that, even when he had never taken any interest in that. Why should he? He was simply a bastard. Az was a bastard as well, but his father had been a Lord of one of the war camps…His family had reigned there…hailed from deeper in the North. 

The differences were small but there. 

Galena slashed her hands, the runes disappearing. “Older…just as powerful like you…but different. Bigger Wings,” she said thoughtfully. “Which are more powerful, but you have it easier to manoeuvre,” she said thoughtfully, taking in the wings that were spread out underneath Azriel. 

He was thankful that she didn’t reach out to touch them. Azriel didn’t like having them touched. He was…touchy about it. 

Cassian could understand that. If his wings had been crippeled and bound to his back for over a decade, then maybe he would be touchy about them as well. 

“He’s private, isn’t he?” she asked but didn’t seem to actually expect an answer.

“He is,” he answered nonetheless.

“Even now, he’s shielding against me. His magic is pushing mine away,” she said, something akin to amusement and awe in her voice.

“What are you doing?” Nesta suddenly snapped and Cassian stared as Galena unwrapped a roll filled with…implements. Steel implements. Sharp Knives and other things. 

“I need some blood,” Galena explained calmly. “Not a lot. One vial should be plenty,” she promised. “I’ll make a cut on his arm, get the blood and then heal it.”

The idea of anybody sticking a knife in Azriel’s arm right now, when he was already weak and sick was more than Cassian could think to stomach. He understood that she wanted to see the blood itself, test it for something or other but…

“Do you want me to do it on myself first?” she offered calmly, not seeming hurt in the least by the look of horror on his face. 

He opened his mouth to refuse but Nesta was quicker. “Yes.”

Galena didn’t even seem surprised by the request, picking out a sharp knife from the black leather roll and rolling up her sleeve, to show a forearm littered with scars. She didn’t flinch as she cut a short line into her skin, waiting until bright ruby red blood was beading at it and then caught her blood into a vial. She waited calmly until it was filled to two-thirds and then covered the wound with her hand, for one moment glowing. 

As she pulled back the skin looked exactly the same as it had before. 

“I can easily see the big problems with a diagnostic but if I want to fine-tune something it’s easier to see on blood,” she said calmly, cleaning up her knife with a rag and some kind of solution, before she dropped it into another pouch. 

“Alright,” Cassian agreed. 

Just as promised, quick and easy, Galena had one vial of Azriel’s blood and that was it. 

He could feel her magic welling deep as she checked the blood over, surprise and shock coming over her face. The vial glowed nearly silver in her grasp. 

She cast a second time. Then a third. Checking the results she had gotten the first time. 

“What are you getting?” 

“My own magic infused in his blood,” she answered, brows pulling together. “That doesn’t…” she uttered under her breath staring at Azriel and then back at the vial of blood. 

She shook her head, clearly calming her thoughts, as she did something else to the vial, watching it carefully. 

“Oh,” she muttered in surprise. 

“What?” Nesta demanded sharply.

“His blood is filled with a laundry list of Potion ingredients,” Galena answered honestly. “Poppy, lavender, absinth, mirthroot…Madja gave him a Cough Draught and a Fever Reducer. She did not give him even a third of what I am getting from him.” 

He could just stare at her.

What? 

“Is he on any medication?” she asked him. 

“Not that I am aware of,” Cassian answered honestly. “Madja hasn’t given him anything but a Bruise Balm and a Pain Relief Potion in months.”

Nothing that would explain so much different medication. 

“It’s no wonder that we can’t figure out what’s wrong with him. Every diagnostic goes haywire because there is too much in his blood to figure out what the actual problem even is,” Galena said darkly. “I don’t know a single potion that uses everything that I am getting from his blood.  Half of them would never be used together anyway, either they cancel each other out or they wouldn’t work well together at all,” she said with a shake of her head. 

“Is it a poison?” Nesta asked immediately, but Galena made a so-so gesture with her hand. 

“If you are asking if somebody fed him this combination to make him sick, they did a piss poor job at purposefully poisoning him,” she answered drily. “They are better-working poisons that would be easier to procure than whatever he ingested that resulted in…this.”

She sighed for a moment, watching Azriel for a moment. 

“What are we going to do now?” he asked her. “Can we give him an anti-dote?” he demanded. Something? They needed to do something! They couldn’t just…

“I am going to cast another diagnostic on him,” Galena said, her voice decisive. “It’s going to go…deeper in a sense. We’ll see if he even lets me in,” she explained. 

“What if he doesn’t?” Cassian dared to ask and Galena turned her head to look at him, the full brunt of these horrible scars turned towards him. 

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to that,” Galena told him evenly. He just nodded. 

“Is it going to hurt him?” Nesta wanted to know but Galena shook her head. 

“It’s invasive, but not outright painful,” she admitted. “Madja has often cast them on me,”  she explained. “We don’t normally use them, because they strip away every bit of privacy you have about your own body,” she admitted. “But I need to know what he has ingested to result in this mixture in his blood.”

Quite frankly by now, Cassian was desperate enough that he didn’t fucking care as long as she found out what was wrong with Azriel. 

Galena’s magic thickened.  He had no other explanation for it. 

Thickened and stretched and tightened…locked into a battle of wills with Azriel. 

He could just stare at her, the sharp set of her jaw as she clearly did her best to bend Azriel’s magic to her will. 

Cassian didn’t actually believe that she was going to manage it. Azriel was the most stubborn male he had ever met. If Azriel didn’t want something, then it wasn’t going to happen. He had fully well-expected Galena to need to give up, because Azriel, even in his unconscious state, wasn’t having it. 

He could feel the deep well of ice in his brother’s magic suddenly, could nearly taste the cobalt blue power even without the use of siphons. 

He carefully monitored the situation, ready to throw himself in the fray at a second notice if Azriel’s killing power decided to get rid of the poor healer who only tried to help him. 

A sharp surge of something, and between one blink and the next, he could feel the very foundation of the House of Wind shudder as he had only felt it when Rhys was in residence. 

This was…

He stared at the two figures, magic swirling around them, Galena nearly glowing with something…

And then something cracked, sharp and fierce and suddenly, his brother caved in, his magic bursting out to pull Galena’s magic into its embrace, shadows seemingly bleeding out of Azriel’s tattoos, swirling around him…swirling around Galena. 

The magic settled. And Cassian watched wide-eyed, in shock and terror, as the tendrils of shadows wrapped themselves around the scarred hands of the healer. 

There you are. 

Their voice was beautiful and horrible all at the same time, the voice of many in the voice of one…echoing across the walls, and into the rooms. 

Not once before in over 500 years, had Cassian ever heard the shadows talk. They talked to Azriel, they whispered their secrets to him. But they had never talked aloud. 

He was quite sure that he must have lost every bit of colour in his face as he watched the shadows crawl their way across Galena, trail over every bit of skin they could reach, over delicate wrists and her neck, over her cheekbones, dusting themselves over her nose and her lips… 

He had only seen them do that to torture people. And then it hadn't been done with this kind of delicate touch, like they tried to remember every second of this touch. 

Master needs help. 

[throneofsapphics]

midnight panic

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Request: dark!Rowaelin x reader angst to fluff, she wanders around the castle and they can’t find her and think she ran or something. 

Summary: Rowan and Aelin find you missing in the middle of the night 

Warnings: darkish rowan/aelin, sleepwalking, hypothermia, fighting, toxic relationships

Word Count: ~3.2k 

A/N: this is a standalone, but also fits between parts 4 & 5 of my dark poly!rowaelin series (have your little girlfriend), but you don’t need to read the actual series to understand this one!

Aelin squinted, the light from the full moon hitting at the perfect angle to shine directly on her face. Keeping her eyes shut, not wanting the sleepiness to disappear, she turned back towards her, reaching her arm over to pull her back into her side, to cuddle into her warmth again. 

Aelin’s hand hit the bed, the space beside her warm - but empty, her eyes shot open. Majority of the time, she slept between her and Rowan. Lifting her head, she wasn't on his other side. Things had been … testy, lately. She couldn’t shake the feeling that y/n wanted out, wanted to leave the two of them, to escape to gods-know-where. She listened carefully for sounds in the bathroom - or even the sitting room, but nothing. How had she left without them noticing? 

“Rowan,” she said, trying to keep her voice low enough she wouldn’t startle him. Wouldn’t trigger the battle-honed instincts. A grunt, and he rolled towards her, reaching his own hand out and - his eyes shot open as well. Rowan checked the bathroom, and she peeked out onto the balcony - empty. Nothing was out of place, no missing items, if anything she’d left with only the clothes on her back.

“What the hell,” she muttered under her breath. 

“She was here an hour ago,” Rowan said, all traces of sleep gone. A good bit of distance could be covered in an hour, especially if she’d shifted into her animal form. 

I’ll check inside the castle, she said silently

I have the city, he assured her. In bird form, he’d be able to cover more ground. Signal if you find her. If we don’t in two hours, meet back here. 

One they’d used throughout the years - a pulse of magic, strong enough the other could recognize, but subtle enough to not cause alarm to the general public. 

It was midnight, and absolutely freezing. There was snow on the ground, ice covering the windows, the temperatures well below freezing. Even inside the castle, a bitter chill set in. Within minutes, they were dressed warmly and armed with their usual assortment of weapons. Rowan propped the window open, and with a flash of light a white-tailed hawk soared into the night. 

Aelin knew all of the routes to take to avoid any guards or sentries. It went without saying that they’d keep this under wraps. When they found her, there’d be hell to pay. She raced through the halls, checking her workshop, the private library, every place she usually liked to spend time. Every scent was faint, she hadn’t been there in the last few hours. Each minute she grew angrier and more worried. 

Tracing back, on impulse she checked on of the older passages out of the castle - and caught her scent. Running, she’d tried to run. Breathing deeply to tamp down her anger, threatening to flow over into her magic, she focused her senses. There’s no way she’d let her get away. A mating bond was for life. There’s nowhere she could run that her mates wouldn’t find her, even if it took years. 

-

Rowan flew over the city, backtracking through every route she could take out, searching for any trail of her scent. He spotted Aelin, following a path out of the castle, and shot down, shifting to fall in step with her. 

“She went this way,” Aelin said quietly, and he picked up on the same trail. Fae, at least she hadn’t shifted, that would make this much easier. 

This was familiar, something they’d done in their time before her. They were going on a hunt. 

Did she really think they wouldn’t notice? He needed to figure out how he’d given her the impression he was that stupid, and fix it. 

They trailed her out of the castle grounds, past the gates - a guard currently sleeping on duty. He’d quickly find himself out of a job in the morning, but he didn’t have the time to address that now, instead sending a sharp wind towards him when they were out of sight. A shield wrapped around them, hiding their scents as they stuck to the shadows, tracing her steps. 

She led them out of the city, just past the gates, right to the edge of the forest. His anger was rising to dangerous levels, and he knew that. Rowan prayed she wouldn’t fight them. 

Aelin held a hand out, as they paused just before a clearing. 

They’d found her, and it wasn’t what he expected. 

Barefoot, in only  her nightgown, not a weapon or any kind of provisions on her, she walked back and forth along the edge of the clearing. She crouched every few steps to pick up something, but her hands came back empty. Something was wrong - there was a daze in her eyes, murmuring random phrases under her breath, low enough he couldn’t hear. She didn’t drink any alcohol that night… Could someone have slipped her a drug? No, they ate all of the same food in their rooms, and he always made a point to check for any kind of poison. 

Following Aelin’s lead, they slowly approached her. 

“Y/n,” Aelin called. She didn’t react, didn’t even turn around. Aelin repeated her name - louder. Still nothing. 

A warm flame caressed her skin, starting to warm her back up. Gods, she’d be hypothermic by now. He’s surprised she hasn’t passed out on the ground.

All Rowan wanted was to sprint towards her, to grab and shake her, to find out what the fuck she was thinking, but instinct had him moving carefully and slowly, keeping his footsteps purposefully loud.

Aelin met his eyes; what do we do?

His breath caught as she turned, but no recognition flashed through her eyes. Actually, it was like they weren’t there at all. 

Aelin tried calling her name, again and again and didn’t get a single reaction. Nothing to register she was aware they existed. 

An exasperated sigh, and she closed the distance, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Y/n screamed, stumbling backwards, her ass hitting the ground, hands scrambling on the rocks to try and get away. A wall of flame, but not one that would burn her, blocked the path. As she reached the warmth, something in her calmed. Almost like she’d recognized Aelin’s magic, even wherever she was right now. 

Did she ever mention sleepwalking? Rowan asked her. 

Not that I know of. 

That doesn’t mean it’s not possible. There’s a chance she would hide something like this from them, probably not thinking it was important. He’d bet a decent bit of gold that’s exactly what’s happening right now. Gods, they’d be putting locks on everything now. 

After five minutes of trying to reach her, five minutes of her increasing distress, five minutes of fear starting to fill the air, he gave up. Palms already bloodied, wiping them off on her nightgown, he crouched as close to her as he could get. 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, and pulled the air from her lungs, catching her before her head could hit the ground. 

-

Mercifully, she stayed asleep as they ran back to the castle, moving as quickly as possible while staying hidden. Aelin kept the flames going, kept slowly warming her temperature back to healthy levels. Rowan had thrown her over his shoulder, one arm securing her legs in place. It didn’t look comfortable, but it was the quickest way to get back. Comfort could come later, after she was home, warm, and safe. Her mind whirled with the things she needed to do; find a way to secure the room, run a warm bath, hope she’d wake easily, and figure out if she was hiding this from them. 

They made it back without incident, taking all of the hidden passageways through the castle. Nearing one in the morning. She’d been outside for two hours. Anything could’ve happened to her. Especially considering how gods-damned vulnerable she was. It wasn’t her fault, not really, but Aelin was still pissed off. 

Not how they’d thought, but they came so close to losing her without even knowing. 

-

She felt warm water around her, her muscles tense and aching. Wasn’t she asleep? How the hell did she get into a bath? It took more effort than it should’ve to open her eyes, but she saw Aelin, right there, watching her every movement. Relief flashed through turquoise eyes, followed by … anger or resentment. 

“Do you know what happened?” Aelin asked, voice rough. 

“What do you mean?” She moved her foot up and down, her leg feeling weaker than normal. The water was warm, she knew that, but a shiver still ran through her and she wrapped her arms back around herself. The bath heated a few degrees, and she felt Aelin’s magic running through the water. Soothing and comforting. 

“We found you in the gods-damned forest,” Aelin hissed, struggling to keep her voice low. 

The door swung open, revealing Rowan. She noticed they were both fully dressed, weapons still sheathed. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Have you ever sleepwalked?” He asked mildly. A dangerous kind of mild, especially considering the rest of his body language, and the anger she could feel radiating down the bond. 

“Not since I was a child,” she admitted. Green eyes darkened, fixed on her, like he’d located his newest target. Her throat bobbed, chest tightening. It was never good to be on the receiving end of that look. 

“And you didn’t think to share that?” 

“It’s been years,” she focused on keeping her tone quiet and calm, on staying steady, even as her hands threatened to shake. She didn’t like this side of them. Darting her eyes to Aelin, she found herself on the receiving end of that same look. 

Liar, her eyes seemed to say. 

“I never lied,” she knew what their reply would be. 

“Lying by omission is still lying.” 

She was tired, aching, and still dazed. Her mind could barely focus enough to actually get a grip on the situation. The forest. Sleepwalking. Lying. It was too much effort to speak, to keep her eyes open, darkness swirled in her vision. 

“Stay awake,” fingers pinched her cheek, and she startled, water splashing over the sides of the tub. Fire evaporated it before it could reach the ground. 

“I’m trying,” y/n mumbled, running a wet hand over her face. The water heated again. How long had Aelin been doing this with her? “I don’t understand,” she gripped her hair with both hands, yanking at it. Frustrated. None of this made sense. 

Hands gripped her own, tugging them away from her hair. She was lifted out of the bath, towels drying her, leaning against someone as they slipped a nightgown over her - too weak to stand on her own. The next thing she knew, she hit soft and warm sheets, cradled between two warm bodies, and let sleep take her under. 

Every so often, her name would be called, eyes blinking open, gazing up at either Rowan or Aelin, they’d give her a small nod and she understood that - she could go back to sleep. There wasn’t enough space in her mind to question what was going on, it was easy to listen to what her mates said, to sense and follow their intentions. 

-

Aelin met Rowan’s eyes in the bathroom; she’s too confused. 

We won’t get anything out of her tonight, he finished her thoughts. 

Seeing the state of confusion, the distress, the vulnerability, all made it easy to just take care of her, to shove away the other emotions for now, to focus on making sure she’s safe. Free from anything that could harm her, including the sleepwalking. But, the major concern now was making sure her body recovered from her little adventure. Neither of them slept that night, Aelin didn’t try - she only grabbed a book and tried to focus on it. Inevitably, her eyes would switch to the clock, waiting for the next half-hour to wake her. It probably wasn’t necessary, or recommended, but she had to know y/n would wake. 

When dawn broke, she finally felt like she could leave the room, Rowan still keeping a careful eye on her. Just a week away from Samhuinn, the days rapidly got shorter and shorter as they approached the coldest months. They’d get maybe ten and half or eleven hours of daylight today. The sun always disappeared too quickly for her liking. 

A fire roared in the sitting room behind her, and she busied herself making tea, adding extra honey to y/n’s. She was out in the cold for a few hours, and her voice did sound hoarse earlier, Aelin figured she might have a sore throat. If not, she had a sweet tooth anyway.  

“I’m perfectly capable,” Aelin heard y/n’s voice rising, “I can get out of this damned bed on my own.” 

“Don’t fucking move,” Rowan snapped at her. She agreed with him, and carefully balanced the three cups. 

Pushing the door open with her foot, she found Rowan standing over the side of the bed, ready to pin y/n to the bed if she tried to move again. She was propped up against the headboard, fists clenching the comforter. Aelin could tell y/n woke up ready for a fight. Good, she wasn’t feeling particularly calm either. But first, tea. 

-

Aelin came back in, but y/n knew she wouldn’t be on her side. It was two-against-one now. Even as Aelin shoved the cup of tea into her hands, taking up the space next to her on the bed, legs crossed, and hands cradling her own cup. Silently, Rowan took the other from her, and dragged his chair closer to the bed. 

Y/n knew exactly what the cups would have. A good amount of sugar for Aelin, plain and boring for Rowan, and based on the scent - honey for her. She’s not sure how, but Aelin picked up that her throat was sore. It was enough to soothe some of the sting from the impending argument. 

Sure enough, honey exploded on her tongue - more than usual, but it was soothing her throat, and she wouldn’t complain. Complaining would only make her situation worse. She debated just accepting blame, letting them win this one, but truly - she hadn’t done anything wrong. There was no indication to think she’d end up sleepwalking again. Gods, she’d forgotten about it. 

“I haven’t sleepwalked since I was seven years old,” she kept her eyes on her cup, swirling the liquid to give her something to focus on. 

“If we’re going to talk about this, you need to look at us,” Rowan said too calmly. Fuck. 

Throat bobbing, she looked up at them. Seeing the gleam in their eyes, she went right on the defensive. “I was asleep, how the hell is this my fault?” Rowan stiffened, and she looked to Aelin.

“The problem is, you didn’t think to tell us,” Aelin’s voice was neutral, but she knew that was the sign of her growing anger. 

“You never asked,” she hissed back at her. 

“Watch your fucking attitude,” Rowan snarled. 

Closing her eyes, a few deep breaths later, she tried something different, “my parents always told me it only happened when I felt safe, when my mind - even asleep, thought I couldn’t come to any harm.” 

Emphasizing that she feels safe with them, that even though it was dangerous - the deepest parts of her mind believed she couldn’t come to any harm around them. At least she’s hoping that’s what they’d read out of the situation. 

“We thought you ran,” Aelin said quietly, her hand reaching out, and y/n slipped her palm into hers, giving her a light squeeze. She could tell Aelin had already softened, that her anger was slowly ebbing out. Rowan, however, would take a bit more time, and maybe some more soothing. 

“I’m not running,” she murmured. It’s the truth, she doesn’t want to leave, even if she craved some space away - something she could never tell them. Truly leaving them, she doesn’t think she could ever do that. Her heart and soul might not survive it, even if her mind says it could be better. 

Rowan was still assessing her, and she forced herself to meet his gaze, and she read the words in his eyes instead, the silent communication; you didn’t think. 

I’m sorry, she answered. 

Are you really?

That I put both of you through that. Rowan seemed to be waiting, waiting for her to add something. And myself, she tried. He gave her a short nod, and she understood; conversation over. 

She’d expected a much larger fight, but gods she’s glad it didn’t come to that. Y/n stretched, trying to place her mug on the table, but Rowan was there before she could get halfway, snatching it from her hands to place it there himself. 

Another realization struck her. Rowan told her briefly that she nearly froze to death. Now they’d be absolutely insufferable until they were satisfied she was healthy again. Knowing them, it could take much longer than necessary. Maybe this was her punishment, she met Rowan’s gaze again, reading the gleam in his eyes. Yes, it’s definitely her punishment. 

She debated reaching back into that part of her, trying to shift into her fox form - where everything would be easier. 

Rowan - the bastard, sensed that. “Try to shift and I’ll rip the air out of your lungs.” 

“A bit dramatic,” she huffed, but it put an end to that idea, and her attention switched to Aelin, who looked tired. A bit of guilt crept in, she’d been up all night for her. “Will you take a nap with me?” 

She is tired. Sleep sounded very, very nice. Aelin latched on to the idea, almost chucking her mug at Rowan before sliding in next to her. 

Aelin tugged her into her chest, their bodies molding together, legs tangling. Aelin ran her fingers through her hair, humming a tune she didn’t recognize. It was sweet, seeing Aelin in her fussy mode. At least this part of it. “Sleep, my love,” she murmured, placing a kiss to the top of her head. She heard Rowan rustling around the room, but every time she tried to look, Aelin tucked her head back in. Based on the movements, she figured it out pretty quickly. He was setting up something on the various doors in the room, some kind of noise or object would fall to alert them if she made it out over there. On the off chance both of them were asleep and didn’t notice. 

Without having to ask, she knew there would be locks on the doors by the end of the day. Locks she wouldn’t be able to access the key to, at least during the night. It felt vaguely like a cage, but the bed dipped again, a strong arm wrapping around her waist, Rowan’s strong chest pressing against her back.   

“Rowan,” she murmured, struggling to stay awake, “how the hell did I get past you?” 

A low growl from behind her, and she hid her laughter, tucking her face into Aelin. 

“I’m the one that found you,” she chuckled, hand resting on the back of her head, like she might protect her from the glare she could feel coming from Rowan. 

Y/n jumped as he pinched her arm, letting out a slightly-embarrassing squeak, but heard Aelin slapping Rowan’s hand away, chiding him.

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Do you think each court has their own winged fae? I read Home to Me and can't stop thinking of it.

Absolutely

The Winged Fae of Prythian Headcanons

Warnings - references to wing sensitivity in all ways, long post, sad back stories

A/n - poll at the end for giggles

Dawn - The Peregryn

Similar to the Illyrians, Peregryns are a warrior breed of winged fae

Liz personally pictured hawk to falcon like wings

Their wings allow them to be agile and very fast due to how narrow they are in comparison to Illyrian wings

Their wings are sensitive like Illyrians, but due to the protection the feathers provide, you have to be a little rougher for the same reactions.

Their wings are considered very sacred.

If you were to court a Peregryn male, if they intend to marry you, they will pluck one of their feathers, causing them pain, and offer it to you. Mainly, females will weave that feather in their hair, carrying a piece of their husband at all times.

Peregryn females offer similar tokens to their loves. Males will turn them to writing quills, signing important documents as if their wife is right beside them.

Day - The Celestine

The Celestine are a thought to be an extinct race. They were hunted down by Amarantha's forces.

She did not stop until every last one she knew of was wiped from the court, a cold and calculated move she knew hurt Helion and his father

The Celestine got their name from their wings. Feathers of pure white that glitter gold in the Day Court sunlight. They were thought to be celestial bodies until one of the former Lords of Day finally approached one and realized they were fae

They were a breed of scholars, specifically studying the pegasus. Before Amarantha's attack, you would commonly see them flying with the majestic horses and handling their care.

There are a handful left that warded themselves with the remaining pegasi. The race is slowly rebuilding, but like all fae, pregnancy is rare.

Helion has kept them secret, finding them much to valuable to his court to risk someone getting the same idea.

The Celestine do not have wing sensitivity the way Illyrians and Peregryn do. Their feathers are rather thick.

They do still use their wings as a courting symbol. They will turn a few feather into a clip for their partner's hair. The clips are traditional gold with gems.

Night - The Illyrians

Arguably the most powerful of the Winged fae, the Illyrians reside in the mountains of the Night Court

They are a race of warriors with strong bat like wings.

Due to their wings being so exposed, they are highly sensitive. You could gently run the back of your finger along the ridge and bring a grown male to his knees.

Wings are not used for courting purposes to illyrians, but they are seen as sacred. To touch an illyrian's wings is a great privilege.

Female wings are typically larger than male wings. Hince why they are clipped during a female's first cycle. It makes them non functional and stops them from overshadowing the males.

Autumn - The Leaf Folk

The Leaf Folk race is truly extinct. The Autumn Lords hunted them down like it was a sport for their unique wings.

Their wings were seen as treasures to the people of Autumn due to them being so similar to the leaves of the forest, thus making them a desired object for mating presents and a sign of wealth

They were peaceful fae. Their sole purpose was maintaining the apple trees, ensuring each and every single one was perfect and producing ripe fruits.

Their wings make crinkling noises like autumn leaves as well, giving them camouflage and protection.

Little is known regarding their courting traditions, but it is known they rarely bred or married outside of their own kind

Beron had met one. A female. It was during his youth, before he had been fully corrupted by his father. He learned firsthand how sensitive their wings were.

Just a breath could make this fae putty.

Since the last female was found, her wings now splayed in the Autumn Court throne room long after her death, there's rot settling into the court.

It started in the orchard furthest from the Forest House and has slowly spread.

The last female had whispered something in a tongue no one understood. Centuries later, Eris discovered it was a curse. One that would end when the love of the last female met his death.

Summer - The Stormmakers

The pride of the summer court.

Rich deep grey wings that spark with lightning, the Stormmakers can change the weather with just a breath of magic.

Their wings blend perfectly into storm clouds, their favorite place to play.

Touching their wings is dangerous. They carry lightning in every feather. It can make for an exciting experience if you are into that type of play, though.

They typically do not feel the touch on their wings due to the numbness the constant sparking caused

They are a thriving race, and most are found in their small community they have carved out in a cave.

Courting is not a thing amoung this race. They marry young based on deals made by their parents to ensure a strong bloodline

Spring - Flower Folk

The flower folk are treasures to the Spring Court.

Their wings come in a variety of colors, shapes, and styles, but they are all consistently irredescent and translucent.

They are very peaceful and almost always unseen. Their magic allows them to change their sizes, and most choose to live in fae gardens and houses set up by children in Spring.

They work with pollinators to keep the flowers and fruits growing and producing.

Their wings break very easily due to how thin they are. They do not partake in wing play with just anyone for that reason.

These fae learned to communicate with bees, so it is very common to see them dancing, little pieces of sparkling fae dust coming off them as they do

These are the fae humans warn their children most about, the playful pixies who will lead them into dangerous fae traps.

These fae offer each other butterflies as a courting gift. To exchange a butterfly with them is to accept their offer of marriage due to how sacred they see their winged friends.

Winter - Ice Spirits

Rarely seen and very deadly

These fae have been known to freeze others for discovering their hide outs.

They were once believed to be myth, a nightmare mother's warned their faelings about.

One was dragged to Kallias's father by her hair, and that bond snapping led to one of winter's most well-kept secrets.

They want to be left alone. Do you know how hard it is to maintain winter over four courts?

Their wings look soft, but they are actually made of snow and ice. You can't melt them, though, don't worry.

They hold a soft spot of their Lord and Lady, always willing to take a load off his shoulders and rebuild broken ice dams.

Rhys once approached them asking for more snow fall in Velaris. Mistake. Huge. Mistake.

These fae are well known for their ice sports, but be prepared to watch from a distance

They tried to teach Kal how to ice skate once, he is too muscular to be graceful on the ice and had to instead settle for what they call "hockey." The High Lord has received a few black eyes during his time playing.

These fae also tend to only marry within their own kind.

They purpose with a snowflake they hand crafted. The more intricate the pattern, the longer your love took to craft it for you.

Their wings are always numbed due to how cold they are, but they absolutely love temperature play. Warmth is such a rare thing for them to feel, and it makes their wings very sensitive.