#Half Fearie

[suteknakht]

You don't need to research fairies if you have some 10 y/o girl family member. She can just tell you all about them.

[poetpony6890]

After seeing that artwork of ash and Kit as parabtai I simply can’t stop thinking about it and I’ve decided I need it to happen. They would be such a good match.i can feel it in my bones.

They both have odd,slightly (extremely) abusive parents. They both lost a parent so their other parent hates them for it. (I’m not sure the queen hates ash but I mean who is logically leaving a child alone with Jace forever? Especially a Thule! Jace who lost Clary and is literally crazy.)

They are both fearie princes, half shadowhunter. They both have a (in law) Uncle Kieran.

I know, logically that once the unseelie courts finds out that Kit is the first heir, they will want him dead. But I need him to have what he’s always deserved, a big (hopefully loving) family.

Sometimes when I think of Kit, I think of him in that basement in that off putting house, with no one but the tv. He would watch shows about family’s and wonder why he didn’t have that. HIs dad only loved him when he needed him. The actors on tv love each other and they aren’t even really father and son.

Then there’s ash, who spends his days in that cottage, when Janus leaves,he flys around and waits for him. Wonders he will reconsider teaching him to play the piano, just so he has something to do.

As we all know, their fathers SUCK. There’s Johnny rook, a criminal, lying, cheating, scumbag who would sell his own son for a pretty penny if it meant he could have rosemary back. Just the way Janus is for Clary.

Sebastian, a horrible, fucked up, murder who only ever cared about himself and his sister who he wanted to fuck. Messed up dude all around. Definitely not someone you want to call a father.

With Ash’s powers of love and loyalty, the first time Kit sees him, it clicks, he knows who this is. He knows he has to protect him, as family. When Ash sees Kit, it’s stronger than any magic in faerie, because he’s looking in a mirror. He sees what everyone else sees when they meet him, how they feel the need to protect him. He will protect himself more than anyone else ever had. This is the sister he had heard of, this is her son from many years. This is how they will learn what family is. Because they both finally have the thing they have been searching for longer than a father or a mother. Someone to call their brother, someone to fight with but more importantly, for.

[mayaheronthorn]

Dru: Let's go on a double date. Me & Ash, you & Ty

Kit: *slashing a demon* Dru, we're LITERALLY in the middle of the battle, can we talk about it later!??

Dru: So, where do you think we should go? A bar? Maybe a park would be good, cause you know - Ash is a half fearie and you too have fearie blood in you, so natural environment would be a perfect option

Kit: *getting eaten by a demon* DRU FOR FUCKS SAKE-

[ladylilithprime]

= Suptober2024 Masterpost =

Well, it's definitely been a wild ride across several different pairings and a few different continuities, new and old! Every story will be going up on AO3 in between my work on Novelember, but here is the big collective Masterpost of all of the fics (with notes about continuity and content warnings) that I managed to write over the course of October. Since apparently the Great Pumpkin decided to bring me the gift of being able to write smut this year, the stories with "lemonade stand content" will be marked with a 🍋 [lemon emoji]. Please click responsibly!

Day 1: Autumn

Sastiel. Castiel takes a moment to appreciate the promise of the day and the one with whom he gets to share it.

Day 2: Spa Day

Sastiel. Sam gives Castiel a manicure, and Castiel has no time for Dean's more chauvinistic attitudes.

Day 3: Royalty

Sastiel, follow-up to Day 2. Castiel gives Sam a massage.

Day 4: Birthday

Gen, implied Sastiel. Canon-compliant, including the Finale. Sam really doesn't like celebrating his birthday for a lot of reasons.

Day 5: Scars

Sastiel, picks up from Day 3. It's Castiel's turn to get the royal massage treatment.

Day 6: Electric

Sastiel, prelude to Day 7. A case turns out not to be a case, leaving Sam and Castiel with a paid for motel room and a whole night of unexpected free time. No lemons yet, but the lube makes an appearance.

Day 7: Thankful 🍋

Sastiel, direct follow-on to Day 6. Castiel lays Sam out on the bed and gives thanks for the feast he is being given to enjoy. While the author is of the opinion that this is exactly the sort of content one should read in church, your respective clergical staff may not agree.

Day 8: Witch's Brew

Sastiel. Castiel eventually notices that Sam prefers tea to coffee and goes about ensuring his beloved can enjoy it more often.

Day 9: Moon

Pre-Wincest, set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, Dean's POV of finding out his brother isn't as innocent, or as human, as he used to be. Sam's POV is Day 28.

Day 10: Mushrooms

Jamstiel, set in the Grand Not-Coven of Palo Alto series. Witch!Sam and his familiar, Bones, take hunter twins Jimmy and Cas Novak on a foraging expedition.

Day 11: Myth

Sastiel, wherein Sam is Hades, Persephone is the name of Castiel's vessel, and the story of their meeting and getting together has a lot less kidnapping.

Day 12: Harvest Festival

Sastiel. Sequel to With Festive Airs Attending from the 2017 Sastiel Love Week. Companion to Day 30. Sam and Castiel go back to the Autumn Festival where they had their first date.

Day 13: Monster Mash

Wincest, set in the werewolf!Sam'verse after Day 19 but before Day 23. A werewolf, a hunter, and an Angel of the Lord walk into a bar to meet up with an Archangel hiding as a pagan god.

Day 14: Fave Episode

Swesson. Dean Smith is a very successful VP of Sales and Marketing, but he's kind of an idiot about his crush on the hot IT guy.

Day 15: Sigils

Inspired by Somebody Else's Thanksgiving by @posingasme , wherein Castiel is determined to warn Sam and Dean about Heaven's deceit and Sam has an unorthodox plan to derail the Apocalypse.

Day 16: Falling

Sastiel. Snapshot within the beginning of Day 31. Home repair is occasionally hazardous. Castiel has falling trauma.

Day 17: Wings 🍋

Sastiel. Follows Day 7, wherein Chekhov’s Lube from Day 6 makes its return appearance.

Day 18: Family Business

Gen, background Jamstiel. Set in the Fearie Court of Avalon, NJ series. Sam is a half-faerie prince, Cas and Jimmy Novak are his husbands, and Jack is their adopted selkie son. Summer break is looming and Jack's plans are apparently less foregone than some people thought.

Day 19: Dark & Stormy Night

Pre-Wincest (Sam is on board but Dean is oblivious), set in the werewolf!Sam'verse after Days 9 and 28 but before Day 13. Wolves don't like thunderstorms any better than small boys.

Day 20: Limbo

Sastiel, set in the Familiar'verse. Sam Winchester is a lawyer and practicing witch. Detective John Castiel Novak is a cat shapeshifter and Sam’s familiar. Dean Winchester officially works for the FBI as a hunter community liaison.

Day 21: Cozy Treats

Sastiel. Set after Day 4. Actual Curtain Fic. Finale-compliant, with fem-vessel!Castiel as the Blurry Wife.

Day 22: Ladies

Donnamelia. Takes place in the Faerie Court of Avalon, NJ series. Donna Hanscum is a selkie sheriff. Amelia Everett Richardson is a veterinarian specializing in magical animals and animal forms. Matthew Pike is their foster son and best friends with Jack Kline Winchester, who is the adopted son of the faerie whose magic helped Amelia transition in exchange for her first born child– Amelia’s suggestion. The child’s sire is either John Castiel Novak or James Constantine Novak, who are twins and Sam’s husbands, and donated their sperm to the cause by way of artificial insemination. Bechdel test compliant.

Day 23: Fever 🍋

Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, approximately mid-season 3. Sam and Dean are pledged to Loki, and Sam didn’t die at Cold Oak. No demon deal, no looming Apocalypse. Full-blown Wincest ahoy!

Day 24: Branded 🍋

Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse. Immediate Part 2 follow-up to Day 23. Wincest and lemony goodness ahoy!

Day 25: Parody

Gen...ish? Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe. I had a plan, and then Dean decided to be a jerk.

Day 26: Enchanted

Sastiel. Features Castiel's true form, magical artifacts, and the perils of a patriarchal secret society. While sex is discussed, none occurs within this narrative. Will be expanded later.

Day 27: Prayer

Wincest. Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse. Immediate follow-up to Day 13, before Day 23. Asking Dean to pray is a bad idea.

Day 28: Graves

Pre-Wincest. Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, concurrent with Day 9 and before Day 19. Sam's POV of the events of Day 9 and how he became a werewolf.

Day 29: Blue

Phoenix and Dragon'verse. Established Samichael, pre Casamichael. So. Many. Angel wings~

Day 30: Nostalgia

Dean-centric, background Sastiel. Companion to Day 12. Dean gets to kick back by himself for a bit while Sam and Cas are on their "couples retreat".

Day 31: Halloween/Costumes

Sastiel. Set in the same continuity and after Day 16. Curtain-ish fic.

Enjoy!

[djmercy-wh3us]

What is Constellaria-Cometteoritte Diaz-Fearie’s thought on Morphea Greason Butterfly/Sloth ( @dangerpack/@citadelstarcosevendeadlysins )?

She hasn't met them yet but she if she ever met a either of her siblings or half siblings I think she'll be very happy to meet them and have a very healthy and good relationship and always try to protect them from those who want to harm them

[ladyhindsight]

Hey, I really love your take on some of more controversial aspect of tlh. I enjoy cassandra books, but I kind of feel that dawnwolders are incovinient to her, because she do not make any of them main character anymore. The only dawnwolders that are main characters are half-nephilim or no longer ones. Tlh do not have any and in my opinion won't twp have one ( ash doesn't count as he is some sort of hybrid of demon, fearie and nephilim). This is especially noticable in james case. The one that train james was not warlock but silent brother nor he seek to connect to dawnworlders community (his parabait is the one who fit more with them) also tessa only acted as warlock between her marriages. Vampires have not been present in the plot for 7 books.as a characters that have any influance on it). Luke and maya are the only warewolfs that are in more then 2 book. The only ones to have some page time are fearie and even then it is not much outside some ship drama( I really do not care about kierarktina and cristina, because cristina literally despait claiming that she wanted to help fearie didn't do anything for them but cry pity until she become atracted to mark and kieran. Then she helped only them). Do you think we will have at least one new main character who is dawnwolder in twp, like full blood dawnwolder not kit or ash that are part nephilim?

Hii!

Thinking back on it, this has been rather continuous theme from the very beginning of the whole chronicles. Magnus has been the only Downworld character that's been consistently featured in almost every book and every series, and you can see that Clare enjoys writing him. But let's consider someone like Maia who becomes a major side character in TMI. Maia first appeared in City of Ashes, because that random nameless mention in City of Bones doesn't count, but her story was aimless.

Her point of views were unnecessary and did not contribute to the story at all. The narrative and as such the cast treat her terribly, and even though the narrative in City of Ashes prefers us to think that she’s an essential character, it still fails to conclude her story. She just disappears. She serves a plot point and anything beyond that is forgotten as inessential. City of Glass has barely anything to do with her, and in City of Fallen Angels her role in it is as essential as that of, say, Alec, which is not at all. Her impact on the plot is minimal if even that.

Of course, there is Jordan who arrives to introduce Praetor Lupus, because Clare managed to concoct another concept to tie The Infernal Devices to The Mortal Instruments and actually work on the worldbuilding, but why is it all so minor compared to the focus Maia and Jordan's relationship receives. A relationship that begins with no point and ends with no point.

Luke, for one, is there for the connection to Clary and Jocelyn and acts as the eyes through which the past and truth is eventually revealed because Clary herself is (naturally) disconnected from the Shadow World. But to be honest, I don't know if this is an issue of these characters in TMI being Downworlders or that they simply fall into the same role as every other character that is not Jace or Clary. Because no one else has any business with the main plot for a major part of those books.

But with The Last Hours, the Downworlders just act as the backdrop to the "forbidden" parties the Nephilim characters attend in Hell Ruelle. They assist the plot development, some are comic relief, but there's no major character that is Downworlder (aside from Magnus but at this point he doesn't count). The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices probably featured more Downworld characters, The Dark Artifices somewhat as well, but none that was new or major. Malcolm was the villain, Magnus is obligated feature, whatever faerie there is is to be vague and not give straight answers as to the plot that concerns the Nephilim characters.

It's not as surprising that Downworld characters are so sidelined when the worldbuilding is basically in its infancy still. Clare somehow thought that it is realistic that New York vampire clan rules over the rest of the world, that there are no vampire characters, factions, inner politics at all. Similarly to the werewolves. It's a very tiny circle that even gets room on the pages. Now that Raphael as the only major vampire character is gone, Lily has taken his place and serves the sam role as Maia does for the werewolves.

Now that you mentioned Cristina, I kinda laughed because I didn't realize how little she did in the end actually do. Her ambitions were great but in the end she found herself in a relationship with an Unseelie king and a half-faerie Shadowhunter. Regarding The Wicked Powers, I don't think Clare is going to come up with any major character that is fully Downworlder because the only one she can consistently manage is Magnus.

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Jude Duarte Propaganda Post

“If I cannot become better than them, I will become so much worse” and then she did and it was so iconic of her.

okokok so she was so desperate to make something of herself and feel powerful that she stabbed herself in the hand to get a job as a spy. She took small doses of poison to build up an immunity. She tricked a fairy prince into giving her power over him than instated him as a puppet king. She fights with a sword and also her wits. Murder is her first resort. She's a human raised in fairyland (a dangerous situation) who became Queen. She's morally grey largely because her enemies are sooo much worse than her. She doesn't hurt people for no reason. She just has many reasons.

The favourite daughter (at least at the start of the book) of the guy who killed her parents and kidnapped her and her sisters when she was 7 (he was her half-sister's (fae) dad). He taught her how to fight with various weapons.

She wanted to become a knight in order to secure her place in the fearie realm as a mortal and earn some respect but took the opportunity to become a spy for one of the fearie princes (in exchange for immunity to faerie glamour) instead when he offered her the position due to her being able to lie.

When the prince she is spying for gets killed in a coup she makes another prince (the love interest and titular character of the first two books) swear himself into her service and sets him up as a puppet king (against his wishes) poisoning her adoptive father (non-fatally) in the process.

She later marries him to become queen but he banishes her right after.

She sneaks back into the palace by standing in for her twin sister during an interrogation (due to her being immune to fearie glamour while her sister isn't) in order to cover up that her sister killed her husband.

When her husband was turned into a giant serpent she contemplated binding him to her (basically enslaving him) which would allow her to keep her position of power, but she ultimately decided she couldn't do that and chose to kill him instead which turned him back (which she didn't know would happen).

"If I can't be better then them, I will become so much worse."

"I won't be horrible for the sake of my own amusement. That's got to be worth something."

"And if the serpent grows in monstrousness and corruption, if it poisons the land of Elfhame itself, then let me be the queen of monsters. Let me rule over that blackened land with my redcap father as a puppet by my side. Let me be feared and never again afraid."

[waywardvictorianconfessions]

We all seem to understand that the asylum thing brought her into the corner. People say that the best choice for would be retire, but what if she’ll change her style once again? Like when she turned from fearie to wayward victorian girl, how she left fantastic and  fairytale-like “Enchant” era and entered more edgy, gothic and more tied to reality “Opheliac” era?

Seeing how her image been changing lately, I think it would still vintage and a little bit theatrical, but more chill and maybe… modern? What about “roaring 20s” vibes or first half 20 century in general? And hey - burlesque will be more fitting than ever

[blazingtheway]

How Much Have We Learnt? – Storyline 19- Together

(Music: Children of the Sky · Imagine Dragons)

•- Embry Call -•

Sets a bright pink on Leah’s bed for her to find.

The tag reading;

“From one Alphahole to another.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Raising an eyebrow, my curiosity got the better of me. The thing on my bed taking up my sleeping space was Pink. And the message on the card too.

And then I pulled out the sweatshirt. Pressing my lips together but I laughed so hard and loudly. Shaking my head A different kind of tears in my eyes now after finishing his exact book this afternoon.

Finally seeing the beautiful edition of the book accompanying it too. “He gets me.”

Sending him text.

[Thank you. For the gifts and the laughs. And Here I thought you were simping on Lehabah. But it was always JJ for you!]

•- Embry Call -•

I chuckled at her text and replied.

[Hell yeah! I’m not sharing Lele with anyone… Not even you, Trouble. And JJ make me of the goodies in that nightstand of yours.]

I hit send and followed it up with a quick.

[Happy Birthday, Leah.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Shaking my head as I reply.

[Fine. But Syrinx is mine, Dimples. And I’m not sharing the furball with you. As for JJ and where your mind is going. Keep wishing.]

Half smiling at the next text.

[Thank you, Embry.]

•- Embry Call -•

I laughed out loud and grinned at my phone.

[Okay… Fine. But only because it’s your birthday and I don’t fancy having my arse bitten by a magically feary dog. You’re welcome… You are one of a kind so, you deserve a one-of-a-kind gift.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Rolling my eyes, still laughing.

[ I’m telling my Warrior you said this. Oh. Wait. You’re talking about Syrinx! Oh, he is so biting your arse. You have me laughing today of all days. It all means a lot. ]

Setting the phone down to really give the book all my attention.

•- Embry Call -•

I rolled my eyes. But now I was picturing the beautiful white creature.

[She would never believe I spoke ill of her. While you’re chatting with her ask her what she’s wearing… its getting a lonely over here.]

I knew her birthday was difficult. It was why i let her find her gift instead of giving it to her in person.

[Wait… are you laughing with me or at me? Because I only intended for with me.] I hit send again.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

She was awake, she never left me alone today. And she was smiling too. Telling me what to reply.

[ She said you would combust if she told you. And she likes you too much to let that happen. Even if you like Lele more than her.]

And now I laughed a little again.

[ I’ll leave it to your imagination as to which one. ]

•- Embry Call -•

[Combust really? At least Lehabah would be proud.] I chuckled as I typed. [You know how wild my imagination  is... so until you're for a random appearance on your doorstep you might not want me to set that particular beast loose.]

That may have been a subtle to give her an option to invite me over without actually having to say it. I knew where her mind went today... She always knew that telling me she wanted space was okay. I always told her that being alone and being lonely wasn't the same thing... and she was starting to notice the difference.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

[When has she ever lied? She believes it to be true.] raising my eyebrow as I continued. [Isn’t random appearance your middle name? But we get it. Done beasts are better left alone at times.]

It wasn’t until I hit send did, I wonder if he had been asking for an invite over? I wouldn’t do that to him. Tonight wasn’t a night for company. Even if for the first time I had laughed and smiled.

•- Embry Call -•

Dammit.... It was too late... all this talk of fire fairies had me thinking about Leah's heat.

[It is a skill of mine. But you know all this evolution lately has me trying new things. Like understanding why some people like or need time alone...]

I couldn't help but want to be with her when she was hurting. But it was about what she needed, trusting her to know what she needed and asking for it. Even if that took the form of a tiny hint. I was good at reading between the lines. [I've got you, Trouble. Anytime.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Laying back in my bed, my new book set on my chest, and the sweatshirt on instead of my tee.

Trying to understand why this man saw things differently than the rest of the world. How when he was across town, he somehow still picked up on what I was going through. It took me a few attempts before I knew what to say.

[And what is it you’ve learnt with this experience in evolution?]

Taking a deep breath, with my warrior curling up, she made my heart feel the lack of his heat beside us in the bed right now.

[ I know you do, Dimples. ]

•- Embry Call -•

I grinned heading out to the back porch with a beer.

[I think part of me always thought that when people said they wanted to be alone it meant that they didn't know how to be around people with whatever they had going on in their heads. That if you were kind enough, understanding enough or said the right thing they would be happy you stuck around. But I learned that sometimes people just like their own company or time alone with their thoughts. Even if it seems... strange to me.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

I could understand his take on the situation. Embry Call wasn’t a guy who saw being alone as an option. Or this was my opinion over the years. But the fact he saw this now, it was learning for sure.

[ Does it still scare you? Being in the silence, I mean. Being with your own company without anyone disturbing your thoughts? ]

He wasn’t the only one who saw things.

•- Embry Call -•

I grinned, leaning against the post of the back porch. Sounds of the tv and quiet chatter coming from inside.

[Sometimes. But I'm starting to think it essential for all of us… at least sometimes. We are all so bonded, I think we need to remember (I need to remember) we are capable doing things ourselves. But I always know where to go when things get dark… or to ask for help.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

He’d hit the nail on the head. Or at least for me. Our journey to find our missing warriors were very different. And I didn’t need to relive it in this moment.

But being alone, not speaking with my voice, not having all those minds feeling invasive. I needed it. So, much so. It became a way of life.

[There are the hardest steps. Knowing when to share and say… ‘I need you’. Not something that always comes naturally.]

•- Embry Call -•

I smiled. the simple fact she phrased it so boldly was proof of how far this evolution had taken her. Those were words she would have accepted from anyone else but never herself. And sure, it is a rhetorical conversation. But she had done it in the past. Her birthday last year came to mind.

[Something you've gotten good at, no matter the words you use to express it.]

So good, in fact, that when she didn't ask me to come over, I didn't question it. She was choosing her own company for the right reasons.

[Even when it does come naturally... Sometimes there are certain things harder to ask for. I let pride get in the way, when I should have focused on those I trust before stubborn pride.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Turning my entire body towards the window, i brought my knees up to curl up. Even in the darkness I could see the light. The spirits setting out a guild for us to follow if we needed it.

Witnessing the journey another taking  their evolutionary consciousness wasn’t the same as going through it yourself. Moments like now were where the definition came into play. How you handle a situation in different ways told a story, if you listened to it telling you.

When the buzzing of the phone I read his reply. This conversation in itself told of the journey I’d taken. And he had too. The smile he’d taught me to share came to life.

“He gives me too much credit.” Whispering to the spirits and to her.

‘You don’t given yourself enough.’ She told me. Showing me where I had been two years ago, last year, and not this year. How I went from spending the whole night with my sins and asking for forgiveness. To sharing the night with Da, to spending time with Da and now returning to myself before grandfather sun came up.

‘See, this is how we see you growing.’

[Every journey has to begin with something, what you can see what happens and how it could have been. You know you have passed this point and grown.]

He had grown so much, and so much which he has hidden had come to light. Not just the bad, but so much good. I didn’t even know about the work he did with the school and the kids there. And I had mistaken him and #Quil all this time with opening their doors to the pups too.

‘And there is your learning to appreciate when you were wrong.’

•- Embry Call -•

I pick up the guitar that I had left sitting against the porch rail and hit the voice note button. I played...

She was right... And she had shown me things about myself I never gave myself credit for. I was normally quick to give myself credit for anything. But apparently not everything.

I sent the note with the caption. [And it all started with Silence.]

(Music: Beethoven's ''Silence'' on Classical Guitar Vitor Almeida)

•- Leah Clearwater -•

The whispers on the air picked up, making me slip off the bed and walk bare foot to my window. Closing my eyes my chin lifted to the sky I listened to them speaking.

They were filled with joy, calm, excitement. And I could tell…. “Is he playing for you?” Something in my chest sat as I continued to take the night and them in. Sometime had passed when his next message came. And I played it right away.

The music filled my silence, setting the spirits off once again. My face lit up and my heart beats speed. Listening to him from afar wasn’t the same as when he sat in the room with me. But it was still beautiful.

Understanding filled my heart, my fingers tapped a message out.

[Even silence speaks if you know how to listen.]

I finally replied and pressed play again.

•- Embry Call -•

I chuckled at her text but set my phone down, hearing footsteps from inside. ‘Hey ‘Bry. Mom just text and said the baby is up so on gonna head home before she settles again.’ The pup said, he stayed here after late runs so he didn't walk up his new baby sister.

“Drive safe, Pup.” I told him and as he retreated. “And don't just go home and crash! Help out a little.” uncalled after him as he disappeared back inside.

He just laughed and agreed. When I heard the door close, I knew that only Quil was left inside, sleeping. I picked up my phone.

[Music was always like for me… my life was always so full of it. But I'm glad you walked in on me playing that day… my life hasn't been boring for single day since that evening.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

He hadn’t replied right away, so I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get myself ready for the night. I’d planned to watch something, but as I stood looking at myself in the mirror. I knew it wasn’t going to happen.

The un-aged, perfect face in the mirror looking g back at me smiled this year. Not a full blown, the world is right smile, but a ‘we are healing, it will take time. But we will get there someday.’ Kind of a smile. And I didn’t curse myself for the thought.

Splashing water on my face, before patting dry I took a moment to tidy up my bathroom. And then his reply came.

“That…. Day….” My warrior showed it to me as it was yesterday.

Me letting myself into MsC’s home thinking she was having a good day. Which was why she was playing so beautifully. His scent was there, but that wasn’t unexpected. It was his mom’s home. He was always coming and going. But I froze, seeing MsC wasn’t the one playing. Embry had been lost in his world, not even picking up on my arrival as he played for her.

Shaking myself out from the memory I searched my saved sounds. Finding the one I wanted to hear.

[The last thing I expected that day, was an insightful view into you. And I thank the spirits for showing me where I was needed that day.]

Adding the first song he played for me the Christmas after. It was the first time the music he played was meant for my ears. And I listened to it all the time.

[Your music hits differently with me. It’s unexpected the reactions it gives me.]

(Music: River Flows in You · Yiruma)

•- Embry Call -•

I smiled reading her message. She was never phased by the gaps when I wrote back to her. She knew that my house was a revolving door, and I wouldn't risk our bubble by being careless with anything she sent me or I sent her.

 [I know. It can be something you've heard a hundred  times. But it means something else when it's created before your eyes. I grew up with it every day and it's still special. Like the first time I heard you sing.]

I remembered that day with a smile and followed up with another text. [I had no idea how badly I needed you that day... not someone. You... if it hadn't been you... I think I would still be drowning in so many ways.]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Recalling all the time the spirits had placed me by Embry. At time when he was alone and lost in his music. His mom’s home. Seattle…. They were showing me a path, I wasn’t even aware I needed to witness.

My bare feet moved soundlessly though my home, locking the doors, the windows which always remained open when I was inside. Ending in the kitchen for some water.

When his reply came the music played in the background. Biting through inside of my cheek I ready it again. Could anyone have seen what I had? Surely #Jake and #Quil….  I didn’t know what to say. So, I replied with.

[Thank the spirits I didn’t kick your arse for not telling me anything about where you were before. Even if I hadn’t made it easy on you to share.]

I knew I failed him and the other pups too.

•- Embry Call -•

I laughed at her reply.

[I think I got that from my mom.]

I typed, walking back inside, empty bottle in hand.

 [When I was growing up, she would take offers of help… like babysitting me after school even hand-me-down clothes from the neighbours with older kids. But she would take help with the bills or loans… she would work 3 jobs and let #Sarah or #Joy watches me after school. But never money.]

I followed it up.

[I softened you up with the music. Font worry, I fully expect an arse kicking if it happens again.]

I still remembered the stack of  bills she took… the envelope that contain my mom’s will… one I still hadn’t looked at today.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

[I know. It’s one of the things I learnt from watching her. There is no shame in working hard, to meet your needs]

I didn’t write how I learnt the other lesson from her too but took it to an extreme I don’t think she approved of.

[Doesn’t mean I’m not thankful, you let me in.]

I wouldn’t have lived with myself if things had gotten worse for them. Remembering the way, he watched me as I read the bills, as it all came out and became clear to me. And Ms C’s will… by the spirits… that document wasn’t an easy read. After sending my reply, it was time to hers back towards my bedroom with my water in hand.

•- Embry Call -•

I picked up the handful of bottles that were dotted about the living room/kitchen... while #Quill insisted he would do it after this level as he played his X-Box.

"I'm heading to bed..." I told him mussing his hair. "Don’t stay up all night you have to be up at seven." I  filled a glass of water and headed to my room guitar in hand also and I flopped down onto my bed. Which protested loudly.

[It's true... but there's no shame in asking for help either. I'm thankful I let you in too... even if my initial reaction didn't seem like I was.]

Then to ease the heaviness on a day I knew was heavy enough for her.

[ So… What are you wearing?]

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Memories flowed in and out of my mind, my warrior curled up watching them with me. Clearly things when I found myself rethinking how I could have done better.

My clothes discarded into the laundry basket beside my closet, I pulled open the chest drawer for one of the tee’s  I’d began sleeping in.

Before he started spending nights sharing my bed, I’d have climbed into bed after showering naked. My heat made it so that dressing to sleep didn’t bother thinking about. But then… being with him meant having a boundary in place. To the point now, I found myself in a tee even on the nights I sleep alone.

The creamy tee slipped down my torso, with my hands pulling my hair out to fall freely down my back. And of course, I smiled and rolled my eyes at his reply. His reaction…

“Sprits!” Muttering. My heart fell to  the depths of hell recalling the look on his face that day. How he stood before my door, and then in my living room. The betrayal written in those eyes.

‘He didn’t understand. Don’t hold it against him.’ She whispered.

“I don’t… never… I should have found another way…”

‘No… you found to right way… now… tell him you are naked and waiting for him. We can count and see how long it takes him to run over.’ She was pulling me out of my hole.

[I’m wearing…. Wait… What do you think I wear to be when you aren’t here?]

•- Embry Call -•

I found myself wishing I had more than memories to keep me company... something that smelled like her. Which was, of course, impossible... there were warrior in and out of this house like it was their own and even a single shirt hidden away would be scented.

So, I put in my earbuds and pressed play on a playlist I knew she would appreciate. At least, my grandfather’s gift let me recall with perfect clarity the sounds of her existence, her breath... heartbeat... the silken slide of her against a pillowcase. even as John Legend started to sing Conversations in the dark.

then her reply made me laugh. She didn't question the question the sharp change in direction, so I was comforted that it was a good call. [Nothing... or what you wear when I'm there] We knew that was one of my t-shirts.

[Both are perfectly acceptable.] I added quickly.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

As soon as I pulled the sheets back the scent of him became stronger in the room. I knew I should have changed the sheets this morning. It was something I did to protect our bubble. But right now, I didn’t overthink it.

Walking over to the windows with one final glance out, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head. The spirits were calm, they were there, but they were calm. A sign the patrolling pack were fine.

“Look over them, protect them, and keep them safe.” Whispering a prayer to those who listened.

His reply came as I climbed into bed. Biting on the inside of my cheek, with a shake of my head. Because I was sat here with one of his tee’s on.

It felt comfortable to sleep in, falling mid-thigh, baggy. And sometimes when he wasn’t here, it felt like his gentle touch mixed with the scent of him too.

[Perfectly acceptable? Remind me to snap at you.]

Chuckling, I crossed my legs thinking about how I used to sleep, and how I do now.

[Some parts of my sleeping habits have evolved since I freely started to share my bed. I like the touch  of fabric on my skin when you aren’t here.]

My eyes fell on my bed. And how I was sat on ‘my side’ leaving ‘his side’ vacant.

•- Embry Call -•

[Oh yes, please!!] I fired off fast with a low chuckle. #Quil would just assume I was amused at the memes flooding the group chat for unofficial pack talk.

[Missing the touch of someone…] I deleted the last word because it wasn't someone, for either of us. She felt as I did. It was my touch she was looking for, just like I was missing hers. [Me next you. I know the feeling. Sharing a bed with someone was always annoying to me… awkward. Not that it happened often. But with you… in the bubble. I just want you close.]

Now that twinge of missing  her stretched out again. But I smiled… I had something… shared something with someone else do powerful and deep it was worth missing.

[That feeling… missing you… it reminds me that we have something worth missing. People say it's supposed to feel bad but it's not, I  suppose it would be if we couldn't see each other. We created something together that is worthy of being missed. Isn't that incredible?] I hit send before reading it. Texting wasn't my favourite kind on communication, but it had benefits. Like talking to Leah with #Quil in the next room.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Such a Wisearse.” I didn’t reply with this, just said it out loud making my warrior chuckle. She liked this side of him. The cheeky shit, who got under my skin.

But when we read what can in next. I was left wondering again.

‘He is doing it again. Shining a light.’ She wasn’t wrong.

Missing someone…. No… missing him? Missing our conversations, our silences, the way he fidgets when I want to read. And still manages to give me the time I need to decompress.

I hadn’t had this before. Only my family understands this part of me and gave me what I needed. Even if they wished I would want to willingly be alone.

[I don’t remember saying I missed you.] I could tease as well as the next person.

[But… if I did… I guess I can see where you are coming from. After all, I’m a gift from the spirits, of course nights without me are challenging.]

The next text I let the jokes go.

[You are right, it’s new to have something worth all this. Worth protecting. Worth sharing.]

•- Embry Call -•

I shook my head with a wide grin at her first message and before I could finish my reply she text again.

[You didn't? Wow... In that case, it must be a mind reader! You should try and sleep, Trouble. You had a long day.] I this was a day she struggled with and even if it made my chest ache... it was her struggle, her journey. And I needed to let her make it her way. I sent a second message.

[No storm can burst this bubble, Leah]

(Music: The Bones (with Hozier) · Maren Morris · Hozier)

•- Leah Clearwater -•

You guessed it, it earned him an eye roll. But the music was his saving Grace from a sarcastic reply.

[Keep dreaming, Embry. Good night.]

And I meant it, his dreams were a place of good. When he chose to share them with me, the made me smile.

Tapping on play, I set my phone down on the pillow beside me.

Letting my hair drop open, I lay back willing myself to relax, to be, to… spend tonight not punishing myself for the first time since I lost my Da.

The End

[herbgerblin]

shoutout to my friend lore who spent a month convincing me to watch a court of fey and flowers. only for me to binge most of it this past week.

i am now. unwell

[werewolf240moon]

Fiery Half-Blood Cinere

Iruu Kagan Romanov, the white tiger of Stray Dog and Mortician. He is the son of Russian Romanov the puss in boots of NeverenD. He became friends with Miru in Mortician The Dark Feary Tales.

Iruu Romanov, Stray Dog and Mortician belongs to VANRAH/poizongirl @poizongirl

[markfairyhunter]

Cassandra Clare © character. Mark Blackthorn as the changeling. Neels Visser as Mark Blackthorn.  My edit. 

[malboraslihan]

it  finally  came  down  to  nestor  that  he  had  become  too  accustomed  to  people  fearing  him  .  lesser  fearies  that  wouldn't  meet  his  eyes  ,  guests  that  would  speak  to  him  with  shaken  voices  and  hushed  conversation  stopping  as  soon  as  he  entered  the  rooms  .  it  never  bothered  him  ,  it  had  become  almost  comfortable  .  saying  half  a  word  to  get  something  ,  complaining  when  things  didn't  go  his  way  ,  free  to  act  out  ,  free  to  be  .  and  then  ,  the  femme  standing  in  front  of  him  seemed  to  have  completely  different  plans  .  '  from  what  i've  heard  ,  you're  exactly  that  '  grin  widens  on  his  features  ,  steps  taken  towards  her  until  he  was  too  close  for  his  own  good  .  '  your  brother  said  you  had  a  mouth  of  your  own  but  i  might  have  underestimated  you  '  but  truly  ,  so  did  she  .  if  she  thought  he  would  bend  easily  like  that  .  especially  in  his  own  home  .  '  you'll  be  at  the  end  of  the  stairs  or  your  brother  will  be  tossed  out  before  appetizers  ,  you  along  with  him  '  he  had  enough  enemies  on  his  back  ,  what  would  one  more  do  ?  ‘  i’ll  even  let  you  choose  what  you  wear  ,  no  dressing  you  up  just  yet  ,  princess  ‘

narrowed eyes watched him with nothing but annoyance present on her face. he was still attempting to lay down the law , as if she would simply follow suit. he had a shock coming if he thought she was anything but petulant and adamant at getting her own way. ❝ i will not be introduced to your court as some pretty little play thing that you can dress up whenever you want. as a reminder to you , i am to be your wife , not someone simple who you can treat as entertainment for your court. in fact , i refuse. find someone else to accompany you for the night -- i will be busy . . . ❞ doing what ? she had no idea , but she would surely find something to occupy her time. ❝ however , if you wish to have me accompany you , then you shall ask and not demand . . . a simple ❛ please ❜ will do. in case someone failed to teach you , it is the polite thing to do. ❞ arms crossed over a corseted chest , throwing his words back at him.

[taylors-fourth-cat-meow]

I don't really understand tam's personality anymore lol.. could u like lists one of his personality that was not retconned?

Hi anon!!

one thing thats consistent about tamlin's character i'd say is that hes kind and compassionate. Though stans, lacking critical thinking, will not accept it.

He gives feyre's family enough wealth and resources to last a lifetime. That wasn't necessary how much the narrative argues or tries to ignore it. that wasnt the "bare minimum" the bare minimum wud have been having someone supply some bread, water, meat and 10 coins every 3days or something. Considering feyre's family was starving even when she was hunting, and they wud be if she wasn't taken...what he did was very generous.

He opened his court and lands to various refugees from different courts... Welcomed them into his home...(Alice and her nephews) even before Amarantha he fought for Lucien and took him in when he had no one. Deff helped Lucien overcome his grief at the loss of Jessminda. (Yea ik it's not canon but umm..you just require common sense to interpret that)

Hes disturbed and upset after killing the bogge that shows he doesn't like to kill innocent creatures even if they are predators.

He tries to heal the summer court fearie..(which ripping the wings? Sound familiar? Hmm..I wonder who wud do that to send s message to Tamlin ) and then buries the fearies body himself. He doesn't need to do that. Hes a hl but he feels responsible for it as he was unable to save the innocent faerie.

in acomaf he offers to bring feyre's family to prythian for the wedding but its she who refuses.

in acowar, he brings back rhysie. the same person who slaughtered his family for feyre. He doesn't need to do that. rhysie made a choice when he sacrificed himself. its wasn't tamlin's responsibility to bring him back and he was under no obligation to do so but he still did.

Tamlin is also very... i'd say conscientious. He doesn't want to bring feyre, an innocent human into prythian for his gain because he thinks its another form of slavery. he mentions it multiple times throughout Acotar that he shouldn't have brought her to prythian and he constantly feels guilty over it.

That all vanishes in acomaf but then again resurfaces in acofas where hes all guilt ridden and half dead because of everything thats happened.

I think his kindness and compassion are the only personality traits that have been...close to constant..it does vanish during the tithe and then killing the snetries part but thats only added as an after thought to make tamlin EVIL.

[sugar-and-pearls]

I can’t get rid the idea of that faerie children give themselves their true names. For anyone not fully familiar with this concept then let me explain. 

Everything has a true name, it is the binding of your soul and magic. To know someone's true name is be to able to control them. This is especially true for Faeire children - who are taught verdantly to never give away their names. So it makes sense for me that its the children who choose their name. Their parents may give them the part that everyone knows, the name you introduce your self as- but its the child themselves that pick their full name. A little secret

But then there are times, if you trust someone well enough, and you are very, very, very lucky - you create a preternatural link, a twin in all but amniotic fluid to guard your name and soul. With the swapping of names you now have both a key and lock to your name. One would think that it would be easy then to simple kill the twin? After all two can keep a secret if one is dead. But it is not so easy, as it ties one to another in both mind, soul and body. A cut on one is a mirrored cut on the other, and in turn, if one dies so too will the other. Its understandable then why fearies-  twisted and fickle twilight creatures that they are, unable to lie but masters at bending the truth- are so hesitant to agree into such a binding seal?

But then again - if you trust someone well enough, and you are very, very, very lucky you might just find you already have one. 

Someone who you would play hours long games of hide and seek with, who you read with, a person who you easily give affection too and gain from in turn, a person who you lay with curled up around each other as you whispered half-forgotten stories and quietly singing off key lullabies in the hope to keep out the world for just that little bit longer. Someone who you would look though thousands of hiding spots just to be appeal to say “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, what a fabulous hiding spot!” when in turn its the same spot that they always go to, but you say nothing anyway- all to comfort them and to see that warm smile.

And maybe if you are just like me and Cardan, two Addams babies born after decades of none, Twins in all but amniotic fluid become twins in binding.

And so in the dark of stables, under hay and in-between fairy steads, with small balls of spelled light around us, two little children whisper names to each other which would last for as long as they lived as blood slips from twin cuts on the palms of their joined hand.

Cardan gives me the name “Hiolair” Joy 

and I in return give him “Corwin”  heart's friend

[nev-valkyriesdottir]

*goes into the bed with you and lay Shanaya on your chest* She valids you baby. I know fearie kid even if I'm just half fairy. If she hadn't she would have makes everything in her power for me to leave you. Which would never happen. *kisses your forehead* it's just, hard at first, but in two weeks she will be glud to you I swear on my moms

*storms into our room, looking exhausted and close to tears* Nev--gods, Nev, Shanaya isn't sleeping, she's literally wailing, and I can't take my hearing aids off, and she's broken my third lne this week-- *covers my ears to try muffling the sound of the baby's crying* I'm so so sorry, I know you're exhausted, b-but it's been an hour and she's not wanting anything to do with me--

-@azalea-romanoff

Love *put my hand on your shoulder* leave it to me *Take Shanaya in my arms and rock her gently*