#I repeat. do not the seelies

[blood-orange-juice]

I'm repeating myself but I want to have this as a separate post. We got a tiny bit of Seelie lore during the 5.1 AQ

Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: The people of Natlan worship me, and call me their "lord"... In the ancient past, before we died out, we were also known by a different name... "Angels." Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: But, adventurers like you are probably more familiar with our devolved form... Seelies.

Which seems fairly boring because it just confirms fan theories and doesn't get us anything new... except that we have already encountered the word "angel" twice in this game

The first occurence is in Perinheri (and I'm not opening this can of worms now)

The second is Childe's C6 constellation Chinese name, 極惡技・天使滅盡 (Extreme Evil Technique - Angel Annihilator)

Dear Childe, what the hell are you

upd: his C3 is 深淵之災・紛爭渦源 (Disaster of the Abyss - Source of Conflict), which could just point to his generally quarrelsome behaviour or could, you know foreshadow that he's tied to whatever created the Abyss/is at the core of it

[chiorisgf]

❕nsfw venti x fairy!reader

summary: as the anemo archon, venti knew about the various wind fairies that inhabit monstadt. they’re usually rather small, almost like a seelie. when he finally found you, a cute little anemo fairy in the wild, he couldn’t help but play with you!

wind fairies in monstadt weren’t very common, but they certainly did exist. you existed in the soft breeze, as nothing but a shining light that dances freely.

you stem from dandelions, only few are blessed by the anemo archon and manage to fully grow your wings and fly. your siblings and your friends were all blown away, living their lives freely as dandelion seeds.

even so, venti has never ever seen one of your kind up until now, when he was strolling around starsnatch cliff. he only meant to pick flowers, and never expected to grab one with such a delicate little thing like you lounging on the petals.

“my my, what do we have here?” he whispers gleefully, his bright teal eyes shimmering as he blinks at your figure.

anemo fairies truly were beautiful.

“a-ah!” you exclaim, your eyes opening as his voice rings through your ears. curse his stupidly loud mouth —!

your body is flung off of the cecilia flower, and as quick as you awoke you find yourself on the floor with a “thud”, your body growing to match his size.

you really could get used to switching forms, you think to yourself with a sigh as your wings twitch and flutter.

though, if you didn’t switch when you did you’re sure you would’ve blown away and blended with the wind.

who is this man?

“how fascinating!” he exclaims, a soft gust of wind carrying his body up to float in the air as he squeals. he can barley contain his excitement as he watches you look up at him with a curious gaze.

“quit staring, mister.” you frown, stumbling to stand up. human bodies are much heavier than your fairy form, you wonder how mortals can lug around all that weight.

venti chuckles at your words, slowly landing back down on the grass as he reaches for your hand, a soft and excited sound leaving his lips as he touches the skin of your palm.

“sorry, sorry. it’s my first time encountering a fairy.” he admits, pulling you up to stand properly.

you don’t miss the way his eyes scan your body, from your feet to the top of your head. he focuses on your wings for a while, watching as they create small breezes of wind with each little movement. 

“i’m just a fairy. nothing special.” you sigh, looking down at your bare feet as warmth pokes at your cheeks. has the wind gotten warmer or is there something wrong with you?

in all honesty, you’re not used to the functions of a humanly body.

“nothing special? nothing special?!” the archon repeats, staring at you with wide eyes as he holds onto your hand tighter. “you’re the most special being i’ve ever laid my eyes upon, my dear.” he hums, leaning closer to you as he inspects your features.

“oh—?” you look back up at him as his hand reaches to brush a few stray hairs behind your pointed ear.

“you know, i’ve always wondered how an anemo fairy like you would react to me..” his hands wanders down your body, avoiding your sensitive wings to brush against your clothing.

it was a thin dress, breathable and easy to flow in the wind. also perfect for venti to bunch it up around your waist and pinch at your hips.

“do this.” he giggles, watching as you flinch slightly. “are you alright with this, sweet fairy?” he asks, his breathy voice ringing in your ears as his free hand reaches down between your thighs.

“i am..” you can only manage to whisper a quiet affirmation, your body relaxing in his hold.

you allow his fingers to nudge at your bare pussy, moaning softly as he rubs your clit gently. you’re already so wet for him, like the good girl he knew you’d be.

one of his hand has a tight hold on your hip, the other hand already plunging two of his slender fingers into your little fairy cunt.

the sounds leaving your lips were more beautiful than any mere song the bard could come up with; he’ll have to sit you down next to him as he plays his lyre sometime.

“look at you,” he teases, his fingers nudging deep into your gummy walls, allowing you to adjust for a moment before he pulls out slightly and slams them back into you, starting a steady pace as moans spill from your mouth. “i didn’t know a delicate thing like you could be so filthy.”

it was so nasty, the way your cunt squelched with each thrust of his fingers. it only took a few more strokes for you to cum around him, moaning softly into the wind around you.

the archon didn’t care that the two of you were out in the open air — for any unsuspecting couple to stumble upon in hopes of finding a good date spot.

this was his land after all, and you’re his little fairy.

“that’s right, my fairy. mine.” he whispers, his voice carried away with a gentle breeze as he presses wet kisses against your neck.

after a few more thrusts of his fingers, he pulled out slightly, teasingly licking at your cum coating his slender digits.

“now, be a good fairy for me and stay still.” he’d coo, caressing your cheek with his free hand as his other tugs down his pants. “such a good, good fairy.”

his voice is as sweet as sugar as his cock springs free, hard and leaking with pre as he aligns himself with your sloppy cunt.

moans and whimpers spilled from your lips as he slowly slid into you, his dick reaching a spot you never even knew humans had — it seemed that a fairy’s body is much different.

as he began to slam his length in and out of you repeatedly, you couldn’t help but throw your head back in a newfound pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your wings fluttered behind you.

your sounds only grew louder as the bard tugged on your wings so gently, almost like a soft breeze brushing against them.

it felt so good when he filled you up like this, your pussy switching lewdly around him with each harsh thrust.

“so good!” you squeal as he reaches impossibly further, lips kissing at your neck and dancing down to your collarbone.

“so good?” he repeats, smirking up at you as he watches your expression contort in pleasure. “how cute.”

it wasn’t long before the two of you got closer and closer, the coil in your abdomen growing tighter and tighter before you came undone around him, whining as he emptied himself inside of you.

he didn’t stop there, though. his pace grew even faster, it was a miracle you managed to stay upright. if it wasn’t for the strange flow of the wind today, it was certain you would’ve tumbled over.

the chilling sensation of the air brushing against the remnants venti’s saliva sent a sweet tingle down your spine as your thoughts drifted away into dumbness.

at this point all you could do is sit there prettily and take the archon’s cock as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you.

[jessicas-pi]

for the three sentence prompt, could you do sabezra in a mythical creature au, whether it be the mer one or another variety if you want?

so i DID start writing some mer-fic but then I realized it actually worked a lot better as part of a current mer-WIP I have going, and I also had another idea and uhhh long story short this is kind of a continuation of this one!

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Ezra perched cozily in the window seat, carved into the soft golden-toned wood that made up the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room. Spiderweb-fine curtains (that may or may not have actually been made of spiderwebs, he wasn't sure about that) fluttered as a light breeze brushed through the window, bringing in the scents of flowers and the distant chatter of hundreds of voices.

In the middle of the room, the Seelie stood, watching him just as intently as he watched her.

"You know," she huffed, breaking his gaze and crossing her arms, "I was really expecting more of a reaction to all of this!"

Ezra tilted his head indifferently. "I mean, I've always wondered if you'd have wings or not, so that answers my question, I guess."

Her pink-violet wings, which looked like something between bumblebee and dragonfly, twitched at this. "These are a little creation of my own, actually," she said, a pretty smile pulling at the corner of her mouth as she shrugged one shoulder. "I liked how your modern, storybook fairies had wings, so I gave myself some. Started a fad, actually."

"Modern fairies?" Ezra repeated. "Fairies have had wings for a long time."

"Yes. Well. They didn't when I first visited your realm. But that was..." She paused to think. "About five hundred years ago, more or less."

"You're five hundred years old?!"

Her smile grew. "Time is flexible in the space between realms. If you counted the days I've been alive, they would add up to just under nineteen years. But... I have been visiting your realm since about 1361, so..."

"But---I thought you said five hundred years ago, you first came?"

She looked at him curiously. "Is it... not... 1855?"

"It's 2024!"

"...oh." She chuckled nervously, and if he wasn't mistaken, she might have even blushed at her mistake. "I---I lose track of time, sometimes."

"I'll say you do," someone snorted as a door that Ezra hadn't seen---it blended smoothly into the wall---was thrown open. A new Seelie sauntered in. "Because you missed dinner. Again."

She startled at the unexpected entrance, and glanced at Ezra for a split second. It was enough, apparently, because the new Seelie looked over his shoulder, right at Ezra.

He stared at Ezra.

Ezra stared at him.

"Hi...?" Ezra ventured.

The new Seelie looked over at the first one and stated, "I'm telling Mom you brought a human home."

"I'll kill you," she replied without missing a beat.

Ezra held in a laugh at that. "So, I assume this is your brother?"

The pretty Seelie gave him a look that was dripping with exasperation.

"Unfortunately, yes." She took a deep breath, then sighed. "Brother, I'd like to introduce you to... Jabba-the-Hutt-Lando-Calrissian-Brom-Titus-Dev-Morgan."

"The third," Ezra added, deadpan.

part one || part two || part three

[ofstarsandmoonlightt]

Alright guys here I am back from thinking about those titles.

Before we begin; wasn’t this gonna be more than just a trilogy, didn’t cc say something about it being four books?! ah

So the one repeated word here is “Last” which I assume emphasises that this is the last series in the Shadowhunter Universe and brings everything to a close.

Kind of sad that it’s ending because despite some controversial stuff (lol) this universe for many of us holds so mich joy and fun. We all grew up reading TMI, cried in TID, had so much fun in TDA and well TLH was nice; what I mean to say is this will be the end of a great era, and I don’t think another series can ever replace what TSC is to me and I’m sure for most of you too. (got a bit emotional writing this hehe)

Now for the titles:

1. The Last King of Faerie: This no doubt refers to the one and only Kit Herondale as its written just Faerie (and its not Ash or Kieran because they belong to only one court, Seelie and Unseelie, respectively).

My theory, kinda: So now we know this, I’m thinking maybe somehow, despite Jem and Tessa’s efforts to keep it low, rumours get out and people know about Kit’s heritage and his life somehow gets threatened. I’m thinking he may have to go in hiding and then Ty probably has his own stuff going on and has a problem, has to seek Kit’s help. I’m predicting they meet about two thirds of the way through the book? Let’s see what happens.

2. The Last Prince of Hell: We all know this, not anything new. I think in this book they actually find out about the big threat (i.e. Lucifer) and band together with Dru and Ash maybe Jaime too.

3. The Last Shadowhunter: Now this is the one everyone’s freaking out about. Of course we know that the shadowhunters are to come to an end. The question is why tho. Maybe after defeating Lucifer they’ll close the doors/portal whatever (maybe not exactly defeating him but making some kinda deal w him?idk) and no demons means no need for nephilim! It’ll be a bittersweet moment for them. It’ll impact everyone differently; example for people like Jace and Emma it’ll be heartbreaking because they’re warriors and for others it’ll be beneficial like no more prejudices for people who want to do something else than just fight, like Matthew, Henry, Christopher and Ty.

I’m assuming the downworld stays the same though there are no more demons so I don’t think there’ll be more new warlocks, but werewolves and vampires can be made. I also think the doorways to Faerie will be closed. So yeah.

There’s the end. And yes Kit and Ty will be endgame and live happily ever after i just asked Cassie herself!!!

[alexanderlightweight]

I'm in love with your Lilith is Alecs mother AU!

Do you mind sharing anymore of this fic?

What are your thoughts/head cannon for this universe?

Thank you for all or your hard work and for sharing your work with us!

here is some more from desecration of souls which is mama!lilith obsessively raising her kid

i hope you enjoy and i'm glad you like it <3

lumine

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“Alec,” Maryse calls like she has for the last fifteen minutes and for a moment, she thinks she sees him but then the shadows move and he’s not there, just another empty corner. It’s with annoyance that Maryse walks away, her heels clicking and tapping, and she tries not to let her anger get the best of her, or her worry.

It would be one thing if this rarely happened, but Alec is a strange and silent child, who listens obediently but who watches more closely and quietly that Maryse thought a child could. It was useful, at first, when Maryse needed to spend as much time on Valentine’s orders as possible.  But here, in New York, now that she’s from under Valentine’s thumb and struggling to regain honor for the name she wears, she has time to be a mother and she hates how hard it is.

Alec is more difficult to find than a shape-shifting demon, sticking close to the shadows and rarely smiles. Oh, he’ll smile to himself and sometimes he’ll play with Izzy and Maryse will see hints of the child he is, but more and more those moments are lost to her. The smile gone before she looks and Alec’s eyes are cold as they watch her, as if she’s unfamiliar and a threat.

It’s unnerving, to be looked at by her own heir and Maryse ignores the whispers of her own instincts telling her that something is wrong and pushes him harder, speaks to him more firmly when she does see him.

And Alec never complains, he never starts fight or argues with her, but he never stops watching her and for some reason, it scares Maryse more.

—

Alec struggles to bring the flowers together in a crown and he pouts when it falls apart.

“Mama, your crown broke.” He complains to the darkness of his room, secure in the knowledge that his mother is always listening to him, always watching him.

In an instant, a body made of willowy shadows forms and shifting shadows cup his face. Alec tilts his head up and smiles at the faceless shadows that make up his real mother and he sighs as her possessive magic covers him in a soul-deep hug.

“My sweet little prince, always so good for me.” Mama croons and her hands pet through his hair and Alec sighs in delight, leaning into the touch with an eagerness that he only shows around his mother. 

“Mama, I miss you.” He admits it and instead of scolding him, his mother makes a sound as if she’s been lanced and the darkness of her form pulls him even closer to the darkness.

“Precious child, I miss you. So very much, my little prince. It won’t be forever though, I’m still here. When you are older, we’ll find a way.” Mama reminds him and Alec nods and clutches the shifting sands of her dress and wishes that he could just be swept away by his mama.

“Love you mama.” He promises, because he does and there is no one in the entire world that he loves as much as his mother.

—

“Mama, I don’t want to marry a girl when I grow up.” Alec tells her, his nose wrinkled as he’s going over a book of runes. Lilith has been helpfully reminding him of some that have been lost to time and Lilith pauses at this change in subject.

“You don’t ever need to get married.” Lilith says, because she hardly needs Alec thinking he needs to go out and get engaged at a young age like others of his kind.

“I don’t want to marry a girl.” Alec repeats and he’s watching her with something suspicious in his eyes.

“Good.” Lilith says, when she finally realizes what he means. She’ll be the only woman of actual importance in her son’s life and considering Lilith has had to share him with Maryse and Isabelle. “I’ll find you a decent warlock or seelie, when you’re old enough.” She adds, because that should give her a few centuries to properly coddle Alec once she has him away from his mortal ties.

Alec doesn’t seem concerned that she’s making decisions for him and Lilith settles, content in the knowledge that she is an amazing mother and doing a much better job than that bitch, Maryse.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

alec realizing magnus is sabotaging his dating life and think magnus is still hold that stupid decisions with camille over his head and this is his way to punishing alec, we love mess in this house

Part I

Part II

Part III

Since the morning, he’s had an itchy feeling that something’s about to go down.

Call it warlock intuition or his own guilt eating at himself slowly, he just knows that today is not going to be a good day.

He’s proved right half a day later, at another stupid club, trying to cockblocking Alec again.

Magnus isn’t proud of his actions, but watching Alec with someone else isn’t an easy thing for him. So, he lets his stupid behavior continue for weeks. Ever since Magnus caught Alec with the seelie and then proceeded to threaten the Seelie, he’s repeated his actions four more times.

Four more times, in a period of two weeks that Magnus has managed to prevent Alec from being with someone else.

He’s never been this crazy in love. It’s borderline pathetic at this point but Magnus can’t seem to stop. He almost doesn’t want to.

Stopping Alec from being with someone else is easier than actually talking to Alec and discussing about whatever he’s been feeling.

He never pretends to be the rational one anyways.

Not in the matters of heart specially.

Magnus hides behind the bar, snaps his fingers again to get the vampire that’s been biting down on Alec’s shoulder to feel itchy and uncomfortable under his skin.

He knows the routine by heart now.

3. 2. 1.

The vampire makes his way towards the bar and Magnus repeats the words—unleashes his power and instills the fear of Asmodeus onto the vampire.

Five minutes later, he sees Alec with a dejected look, leaving the premises.

Magnus waits for a few minute so that Alec leaves—he’s too filled with shame to face the man.

Finally, after what seems like enough time, he goes out to breathe some air.

His head and heart hurt.

He’s so sick of it.

“Hey.”

Magnus turns and his eyes widen as he finds Alec, smoking, sitting on a nearby bench outside the place.

“Oh. Hi. Hey,” he says dumbfounded.

“I didn’t realise you ever came here.”

Magnus pauses before speaking, “yeah. Today was a first. An acquaintance of mine has been bugging me to check out his place. So here, I am. And what about you?”

“I was here with someone,” Alec swallows, “but he turned out to be kind of a dick. Stupid, hot body though.”

Magnus blinks for a second because Alec has never been this open about his one night stands infront of Magnus. It throws him off for a second.

“Umm, oh. What did he do?”

Alec hums. “Nothing much. Just left me in the middle of the club and disappeared. Seems to be a pattern with me.”

Magnus closes his eyes at the words.

“Simon told me about Grindr. I’m thinking of adding ‘most dump-able person’ in my profile.”

Magnus winces at the words and the self deprecating tone, “Alec, what? No. You’re not—“

“I’m not what?” Alec says sharply and everything feels so wrong.

“You’re not dump-able. All those you went on dates with weren’t worth it.” He tries to soothe the pain that he can see on the face on the shadowhunter.

Alec lets out a dry chuckle, “are you really going to stand here and continue lying to me?”

Magnus frowns because he doesn’t get what’s happening.

“I’m not lying. You shouldn’t be associating your self-worth to all those men. They don’t know you. That Seelie was stupid and so was the werewolf. And the vampire from half an hour ago. They don’t deserve you, Alec.”

Sone flashes across Alec faces because it goes stone cold. “How do you know about all of them? I never mentioned them.”

Oh.

Oh hell.

“I—“

“Is that how much you hate me, Magnus?” Alec questions and he seems so pained by the words.

Magnus is horrified at the implication and rambles, “Alec, no. Of course I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I—“

“Can you stop lying for one fucking second?” Alec seethes, “I know you are the one who has been sabotaging all my dates. You are the one who threatened all those people.”

Magnus’s heart races because Alec knows now—knows everything of what he did and there is no explanation in the world for his actions.

Alec steps forward and they are eye to eye now.

“Are you still so mad about the immortality thing? And even if you are—I understand that. But do you really despise me so much that you cannot see me happy for even five fucking second?”

Magnus all but chokes at the words—with the hurt he caused Alec and all the pain that’s inside himself.

“I’m fucking miserable. Is that what you want?”

“No. Alexander….that’s not why I—“

Alec raises hand at that and stops him, “Don’t you dare. You have no right to call me Alexander, ever again.”

Magnus all but crumbles at the words because this is all he had left.

The name he gave Alec. The love he stores inside it all every time he calls him that.

This is all he had left.

“Alexa—Alec…I.” He chokes, “I don’t hate you. You have got it all wrong.”

“Then why the hell are you doing this, Magnus?” Alec yells, “what the hell do you want from me?”

Magnus steps forward to put a calming hand on Alec’s shoulder but the shadowhunter pulls back and he feels a pang inside his chest.

He didn’t think he could hurt more than he already was.

But somehow Alec Lightwood makes it possible.

“I don’t—“ Magnus wants to say the words but for some reason he can’t. It’s like something is physically preventing him from saying it out loud.

How he only did all of this out of jealousy and because of how much he misses Alec.

“You win, okay? You fucking win.” Alec says in a suffocated voice, “I hurt you and this is what I deserve.”

“Alec, please,” Magnus chokes, finding it impossible to find the right words. There are no words in the word that could fix what he just broke, “you don’t deserve this. It was horrible of me to do this but it’s not because I hate you. I don’t.”

A single tear leaves Alec’s eyes and trespasses inside Magnus’s chest.

“I sat there infront of you and poured my heart out to you. After each of those dates, I opened up to you. You were there all those times like a knight in shining armour and I was stupid enough to believe in you.”

His entire body aches with the words, he doesn’t know what to say, what to do to fix this. He can’t let Alec think all of this.

Magnus never meant to cause Alec this much pain. He’s just been trying to make sense of his own heart.

“I’m sorry. I..”

Alec raises a hand before taking something out from his pocket. It’s a small pendant, the shame of the Eiffel Tower.

“I got you this when we were in Paris. But I never got the chance to give you because of the whole cult-thing. And then so much happened. Then you were taken to Edom. I’ve been waiting for the right time to give you this.” Alec steps closer and puts the pendant in Magnus’s hand.

Magnus feels his face wet with tears as he takes the pendant.

“I wanted to thank you for loving me.”

“Alec—“

“You broke my heart that day when you broke up with me,” Alec whispers, “But today, you broke me.”

A sob leaves Magnus’s mouth at the words.

“Are you done? Because I am done. You wanted me to be in pain, right? You win Magnus, because, pain is all I feel right now.”

[likeafairytale]

"I heard you could help me?" - Nathaniel showing up with a huge sword wound to Achilles' door

When Achilles opened the door, at almost 2 am, the first thing he saw was Nathaniel's vibrant blue eyes, and he couldn't help but smile –he did not know why, but seeing him at his doorstep made his heart beat a little faster. But that smile was swiped quite quickly when he heard his words and saw the huge wound he had on the shoulder. Without a word, he let the siren come inside the little room that had been accommodated for him, here at the Seelie Court. Achilles indicated him a chair to sit on, which the prince obeyed. Like a professional, the young man looked at the wound closely, before putting his surgical material on the table next to them, with a few phials.

❛What happened?❜

❛I was just training a-❜

❛In the middle of the night?❜

❛There is not really a time to train.❜

❛Should have.❜ Achilles shrugged, and right now, he forgot he was talking to a prince and his words could be seen as impertinent. It could often happen when he was deep into his thoughts or, like right now, was about to perform something. Nathaniel did not care, he smiled with amusement and looked at the demigod working. ❛I need you to take off your shirt, please.❜

❛Wh- my... my shirt?❜ Nathaniel repeated, with a mixture of surprise and shyness.

❛Well, I can't do anything if your clothe is preventing me to see the wound more clearly.❜

❛Right, right.❜

Nathaniel took a deep breath while unbuttoning each one of his buttons slowly. He did not know why he was so slow, maybe he was just shy, which was weird, but Achilles had this effect on him. Even though the young man did not remember who he was, Nathaniel couldn't help but have all those feelings, and the fact that now he was supposed to be shirtless wasn't helping him. Seeing how slow he was, Achilles sighed and rolled his eyes. Letting go of the phial he had, he came closer to the Prince and, without a warning, without asking first, he simply ripped his shirt open, before looking the Blackwater in the eyes; both of them were now blushing.

❛I'm sorry, but you were taking way too long, and I still have to stop the blood.❜ Achilles explained while all Nathaniel did was nodded and completely taking off his bloody shirt. The surgeon then use a rag and dropped this one into a strong liquid. Before doing whatever, he looked at the siren, sighing a bit: ❛I'm sorry, your Highness, but that's going to burn for a while, here, you can bite into this wooden spoon.❜

❛What?❜

He didn't have time to ask more, that the tissue was in contact with his wound, and it hurt like hell. Thankfully for him, he did not need the wooden spoon –even if he hurt so much, he didn't want to embarrass himself once again. Daring a look at his wound, he saw Achilles thoughtfully cleaning it with what was, now Nathaniel knew, to be alcohol. The wound was clean, no more blood. After a moment, Achilles went back to his material.

❛Do you need your arms, Prince Nathaniel?❜

❛I... Strange question, but it happens that yes, I do need it. Both arms. Why?❜ He asked a bis suspicious.

Before Achilles turned around to face him with what Nathaniel would describe like a saw miniature, a surgical one. Seeing that, he had hard time to swallow, and couldn't imagine that this wound was enough for him to be amputated. Achilles, as for him, said nothing. He came closer, and the closer he came, the paler Nathaniel was, and, after a moment, the surgeon couldn't help it. He laughed. Now, Nathaniel was confused when he saw the man putting down the saw in favourof a simple needle and thread.

❛What was that?!❜

❛I'm sorry, it was too tempted to scare you.❜ Achilles said, an amused smile on his face, while he came closer to stitch Nathaniel's injure. ❛Don't worry, it's just superficial. But one inches more, and I would have to amputated, unfortunately. You're a lucky man, Nathaniel Blackwater.❜

Achilles smiled and winked, making Nathaniel smile in return. A comfortable silence followed, and none of them wanted to break it, for it was peaceful. Nathaniel looked at him and how fast he was with a needle and a thread, and he wasn't sure now he ever saw him do before. Maybe it was the first time... Their face were so close to each other that Achilles could feel Nathaniel's breath on his neck, and each time that happened, he closed his eyes to appreciate it. The demigod did not know why, but he loved this contact... Achilles turned his face briefly, to see what Nathaniel was doing, and their face was so close that they noses were touching each other. For a few seconds, none of them wanted to break this, but the demigod had to go back to work, and his heart broke a little.

Shaking his head to think of something else, Achilles had now finished with the stitches, and clean it one more time. Observing his work with proud, he was finally cleaning his hands, who were full of Nathaniel's blood, and came back closer to the siren.

❛You know... If I... If I ate the way sirens are supposed to, I could heal on my own. But I'm trying to quit.❜

❛May I ask... Why are you trying to quit, if that sufficient? It would have been probably better, now, you will surely have a scar.❜

❛I don't want to hurt people just for my benefit.❜ Nathaniel said, and Achilles nodded. He smiled a little, as happy by this answer. ❛So, good thing you're here then, right?❜ Nathaniel confessed, slightly flirty, which he realized too late.

❛Yes, good thing I'm here. It's always a pleasure.❜ Achilles answered, a smirk on his face, with the same flirty tone, without even realizing it. ❛You know, it's been three day I am at the Castle, and I seem to see you more often than the High Queen herself. Is that on purpose?❜

❛... Maybe it is.❜

❛Well, I'm flattered, really, but next time, maybe you should avoid anything that make you bleed.❜

❛I'll keep that in mind.❜ Nathaniel said with amusement, and he hoped he did not mistake that fact that they were flirting now.

Achilles laughed a little before taking his pocket watch and checking Nathaniel's pulse, making sure everything was already. This proximity, once again, did not bother the young man, and, without even noticing, his eyes were lingering on Nathaniel's shirtless body. His heart beat faster, for no reason, and when the Blackwater raised his head to look at him, Achilles quickly looked away, hoping every gods that he wasn't caught staring at the prince.

❛You seem to be alright. But you lost a lot of blood, so I suggest that you'll stay here for the rest of the evening. Just in case.❜

❛Oh...❜

❛I know it's nothing to compare to the luxury of your room, but y-❜

❛No, that's not!❜ Nathaniel cut Achilles, realizing that his answer sounded quite condescending.

❛It's fine, do not worry. But you do need to stay here, you could faint at any moment with the among of blood you lost. It's better if someone qualified stayed with you tonight. You can take the bed, and I'll take the couch.❜

Achilles explained and, deep down, wasn't it a simple ruse to spend time with Nathaniel? He wasn't sure. It is true that since their first meeting in the ballroom, and their second in the garden, Nathaniel intrigued the young man. He felt familiar to him. Like an old friend. Or maybe more? Everything was blurry now, he couldn't tell. Just as he couldn't explain his dreams more and more frequent about Nathaniel, or another young lady. Of course, he couldn't talk about it, to whom anyway? He had no one. And if he did, he would be qualified to be crazy for sure.

After a moment he opened his luggage and offered one of his shirt to a still shirtless Nathaniel, who accepted it. With no shame, Achilles looked at the prince putting the clothe one, and only once done he looked away, blushing hard. He was ready to take the couch when Nathaniel always run for it, making Achilles frowned.

❛What are you doing?❜

❛This is your room. You should take the bed, and I take the couch.❜

❛No way, your Highness. I can't let a prince sleep in a couch when the bed is perfectly fine. Trust me, I slept in worse thing that a couch, I can handle it.❜

Nathaniel wanted to argue, but arguing with Achilles was pointless, he knew that, even if Achilles didn't remember. The Prince sighed and when to the bed. A part of him was tempted to invite him in bed with him. Not as a sexual favour, obviously not! But the bed was big enough for two people, surely it could be alright for them both. But this time, he thought because talking. This time, he realized how inappropriate that could be seen and the power imbalance here. He shook his head and lay down. He wished he remembered. If he did, the bed would be full of laughter and kisses, he knew it. But now the bed was just cold.

Achilles, as for him, took place on the couch, silently, after he cleaned the room. At first his eyes were locked on the ceiling, but with time it wasn't interesting anymore. The silence in the room made him think that Nathaniel was already asleep, which wouldn't be surprising after what just happened. But when he turned his head to look at the prince in his bed, he was a bit startled to see Nathaniel looking at him too. No words were exchanged. Just the two of them, looking at the other in silence, smiling from time to time, until Achilles fell asleep.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hello ! First, I hope you had a good day and nice sleep and your vortex vanquisher looks amazing ^-^

Then I had another thought with foul legacy and seelie (also i love your little scenario its so cute)

So yeah you're helping foul legacy to (re?) learn how to speak and maybe write, and he secretly practice to say stuff like ''i love you'', ''thank you for being with me'', ''you're beautiful'' and some others cute sentences like that in front of the seelie because hes too shy to say it directly to you. And one day you come home and hear seelie squeaks from FL room so you go see and now hes embarassed but manage to say these sweet words to you! If he can write ig you can also expect the seelie to bring you FL letters (idk if it can be called letter but piece of paper with compliments on it haha) randomly while hes hiding in his room because baby is embarassed

I hope its clear enough ^^'

ohhhh my moon and stars this is soso cute i love this

Foul Legacy is still very insecure about how different his voice is now, how it's gone from strong and charming to low and growling- he's scared he'll sound like he's threatening you, so he practices over and over with the seelie floating and cheering him on via little cheeps. he wasn't planning for you to find out so quickly, it's just that you happened to come home earlier that day and walked in when he was practicing!! Foul Legacy was mortified when you seemingly appeared out of nowhere and asked what he was doing, burying his face in his hands and letting out embarrassed little squeaks

eventually he manages to muster up the courage enough to clasp your hands with his claws and mumble all the things he's been desperate to say since he fell in love with you. Foul Legacy blushes at the surprise in your eyes, turning away as his words trail off into flustered chittering, until you press your palm to his face and tilt his head to look at you, smiling wider than he's ever seen

the seelie chirps in satisfaction, twirling in the air as Foul Legacy hides his face in your hair, unable to conceal the delighted purrs that emit from his chest when you repeat his words back to him, putting as much love and care as possible into loving your Abyssal moth monster. maybe one day, when he has enough confidence, he'll show you the papers he practices writing on, the ones full of ramblings about everything he loves about you- but not yet. just holding you is enough right now

the next day, you find a piece of paper on your desk. the handwriting is slightly crooked, but still legible, and your cheeks warm as you read countless declarations of love from Foul Legacy. meanwhile, the seelie happily spins in midair, squeaking in mischievous joy

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir To The Lands Chapter 44

The Horrors of Love Masterpost

Dru rushed upstairs as quickly as possible, not knowing if she should lie to her friends about Ash or be honest and inform them the Seelie Queen likely knew where they lived. She knew she should do the latter, but she couldn't help but feel conflicted. Their first and second encounter had been good, he had showed he was just a teenage boy but she knew there was a sinister side of him. A side that she knew Clary feared to exist and how she seemed to fear the day he would some day come back to their dimension to wreak havoc like Sebastian had done and that it would break Clary's heart all over again. Dru felt sorry for her, and honestly didn't wanted to be the one to shatter Clary's hopes either. It was difficult to lose your family to evil, Dru's childhood memories of her father were a bitter pill that sometimes she still choked down with tears flooding in her eyes out of nowhere, missing him so suddenly. She fell on the bed just as Thais opened the door, looking concerned. Thais closed it behind her, "what's up? Are you close to having a panic attack?" She asked as she scooted next to Dru. Dru shrugged, honestly not being able to comprehend how she felt. "Tell me, what happened when you went to get groceries?" Dru looked at her best friend and took a deep sigh. "Will you swear on the Angel?" "It's that heavy, huh? Well, I swear at the Angel that I will keep our conversation as a secret," Thais said, as she laid next to her on the bed. "Ash Morgenstern came to see me." As Dru spoke the words, they honestly felt a little ridiculous. "Ash Morgenstern came to see you?" Thais repeated in disbelief, and Dru sighed. "I saw him once, through a weird Faerie artifact from Jaime before he went to Thule. He still remembered me and held onto a drawing Jules had made of me there and was the one to help me escape Faerie too." Dru explained. "Wait, you're saying that he held onto a drawing of yours for years like a creepy stalker over just one encounter?" Thais said, absolutely horrified. Dru frowned. "You think it's creepy?" "Of course it is! Dru, girl, get a grip! I know he's supposed to have all these enchantments surrounding him, but don't let it cloud your mind. This is creepy stalker behavior if I've ever seen it!" Dru sat up straight. "But wat kind of girl did he ever have a normal interaction with?" Thais sat up too. "Doesn't makes it any less creepy Dru! If anything, that just shows how messed up he and his ideas on romance are. He was raised by Sebastian for year, for crying out loud! Ash shows he's just as obsessive as his father." Dru looked at her lap, knowing Thais was being reasonable yet she wanted to defend Ash. "It's not like he ever had a choice." Thais sighed. "The same can be said for his father. It's not like Sebastian ever choose to be poisoned. Look Dru, I don't know what kind of connection you felt when you met him, but you're going to regret this so much. Trust me, I would know." Thais said, her jaw tightening. "What do you mean, you know?" Thais was silent for a moment, trying to gather all her courage. "Remember when we planned to get me hooked on a love potion so I had the courage to confess to Laura, and we accidentally spread it across the school?" Dru nodded, remembering the incident. "It went so wrong. Instead of just confessing, me and Laura… We…" Thais swallowed, not knowing how to put it in words, and Dru thought she'd never seen Thais, confident and tough Thais, ever look so distressed and vulnerable. "I didn't wanted to… I wasn't ready…." Thais said, her eyes now brimming with tears as she began to hiccup. The implications of her words dawned on Dru with horror. Now she understood why Thais didn't wanted to be in a relationship with Laura and had fallen for the secure and ever so gentle Tomas. She hugged Thais, and Thais sniffled into her hair, "Please promise me on the Angel, that you won't be as stupid as me." "You're not stupid Thais, and I swear on the Angel that I'll choose a healthy love." Dru said as she held her best friend with a fierce tenderness she hadn't known she posessed.

[adleryoung]

"Your Majesty," Ash said with an oily grin. "It's so nice to finally meet you in person. I must say, I'm impressed. You managed to free yourself on your own terms, and it only took you a few hundred years. You also dealt with that town of rabbits very handily! Have you been reading that book I gave you, perchance? Considering how much time you've spent here, I can't imagine you doing much else."

Of all my old allies, why did it have to be this guy I saw first?

"No," I snapped. "I have not spent all my time in isolation reading your demon enchanted book of villainy. I freed myself on my own terms, and I tried doing it the Seelie way."

"Tried?" Ash repeated drily. "Does that mean the smoldering ruins of Bunkirk and the mountain of charred dead bodies are evidence of another of your plans spiraling hopelessly out of control? I must say, you managed to turn your wife into your sworn enemy in what might be record time. I'd have to consult the record book to be sure. Did you at least manage to hide your heir in a safe place?"

"I don't have time to play twenty questions with a BACK-STABBING TRAITOR," I snarled. "I've already set in motion my plans for securing my rule and rescuing Faerie without your help. Now, if you don't mind, I have old friends I need to speak to."

"You think I'm a traitor and yet you still saw fit to release me from my banishment, or did you forget?"

"I gave my word," I scowled. "And the Seelie keep their promises."

"As do the Unseelie," he pointed out meaningfully. "By the by, I didn't betray you. I carried out your instructions to the best of my ability. The crux of your plan was rescuing the deranged granny-child and the pie woman, which I did with great difficulty. You probably believe I didn't do anything to help you over the last two centuries, but remember: You never gave me a backup plan and your specifically stated goal was that you wanted to free yourself under your own power. After the courtroom fiasco, I fell back on your previous orders and continued to spread artfully embellished stories of your elfly deeds throughout the land. I also built a well-functioning intelligence network for your benefit. Those Ixies of yours are a delight to work with."

"HE is part of your amazing spy network???" I demanded of the Ixie hovering nervously near me.

"Ash showed us the best ways to operate," she shrugged sheepishly, "and helped us kick our sugar habit."

"I have also been busy reestablishing myself in Faerie," Ash continued before I could yell at him. "You left our homeland in quite a sorry state, I wish to point out."

"Don't pin all of this on me!" I yelled. "You assured me that rabbit cult leader was under your thumb! What happened there??"

"I underestimated how confident he would be with an angry mob at his back," Ash admitted, almost with a note of embarrassment. "A secret as shameful as his would have brought any sane man to heel. The Parson's zealotry combined with his own personal army made him bolder than any rational person would be. Despite that unforeseen difficulty, I still rescued the granny-child and the baker. Reverend O'Hoppity only cared about going after me, as I was the only one who knew his secret. Once the melee began, no one cared about the girl or the baker anymore. I even took the liberty of escorting your student out of harm's way. No, I didn't kidnap her! I even tried to fill the role of teacher for her in your absence, and attempted to fix the damage your ridiculous Seelie poppycock did to her developing mind."

"What did you do to Rebecca?" I bellowed. "If you harmed one hair on my student's head, I swear to Fuma I'll-!"

"Your Highness, please," Ash protested soothingly. "Calm yourself. I discovered, much to my dismay, that the damage you did to her mind seems to be permanent. She was belligerent and insolent the entire time she was my pupil. I confess it was a tremendous relief to hand her off to your murderous raccoon midget when she finally caught up to us."

"Not all that murderous, since you seem to have survived meeting her."

"She thought I had turned traitor and kidnapped or harmed Rebecca," Ash shrugged. "When she realized that none of those assumptions were true, we were able to make peace."

"Huh," I grunted, frankly surprised to hear that Burnside could be reasoned with. "Well, what happened to the Parson?"

"I got to him in due time," Ash chuckled. "Revenge, after all, is my specialty."

"What did you do?" I asked hesitantly, not liking his tone at all.

"Someone with your delicate sensibilities is better off not knowing."

"Well, what do you want?" I demanded. "Surely you didn't walk all this way just to admire the stones and brag about your accomplishments."

"Why not?" Ash grinned briefly, then became serious. "But you are correct, there is another purpose to my visit. I must inform you that Queen Edessa has ensconced herself in the Persoc Tor palace library, and has permitted lowfolk to trespass there and …" he almost choked on his own outrage, "… STUDY MAGICK! This cannot be allowed to continue. You - being the only elf with any jurisdiction over her and the space she is occupying - are going to have to do something about it."

[touchtranscendslanguage]

So I've had this AU for TTL floating around in my head since pretty much the beginning that's basically a "what would happen if Janus was just a little too slow in escaping and was grabbed by the Prince Pride of the Unseelie". It's a total shit show and it's on my mind so I want to talk about it.

Basically, Janus manages to get Virgil out safely but can't save himself. He gets horrifically tortured by the somewhat rogue unseelie princes. Virgil can't save Janus but he somehow uses the claim and idk some other magic (the spirit species might be involved) to project a sort of ghostly version of himself to keep Janus company through it all so that he's not alone. Janus is, eventually, killed.

The unseelie deliver his mutilated body to his family. They don't take it well. King Thomas doesn't start a war over it for the sake of his people but naturally, nothing will ever be the same. What Thomas does do is gift more magic to each of his remaining sons and Remy so that they're more powerful and it's less likely for history to repeat itself.

Here's the twist: What if Janus is resurrected centuries later? He'd come back to find:

All of his siblings drastically changed because of his death

Thomas is dead

Roman is king

Roman started a war against humans to avenge Janus (but not the unseelie because he knows he won't win that war which is bullshit)

Roman got married only for his husband and Remy to team up and run away because the new Roman became abusive and a cheater

Remus has become ostracized from the rest of the family

Without Janus there to help him and without the rest of the family supporting him Remus lost his mind and became hellbent on killing as many humans as he could because it's the only vengeance he can get

The seelie are hunting Virgil because he was last seen with Janus and they wildly misunderstood the situation

Virgil has been hiding out in an uninhabited section of the fae realm and has been taking good care of himself because Janus believed he was worth saving

Remy and Virgil know each other and have bonded over their love for Janus and them both being part drider

Remy has been disguising himself as human and is hiding on Earth working in a rehabilitation center for victims of fae particularly humans who were unwillingly claimed and then freed

Remy and Remus teamed up to manipulate the humans into helping them resurrect Janus because they miss him but also because they know he's the only one who has a chance of actually fixing everything

Is anyone interested in this? Does anyone want to ask questions or give me a reason to ramble because this AU lives in my head rent free and it's on my mind right now. I've been listening to my playlist for it.

[dgrailwar]

[Pretender Squad] Wait- Lord Oberon- your injuries are gone? Wait, I thought you'd taken a scrape at the end there, what happened? You actually dodged at the end after all? Was it one of your amazing evasive tricks?

Ahah, ahaha! The King of the Seelie cannot be harmed by human hands, haha! Or feet swords! Ha- erm... that last part doesn't sound quite as rhythmic...

... ahem hem- do we need a Fire Code Cast for the hearth? It's frigid out there...

(Serious voice) Right. Strategy time. That purple haired lady, Alter-Ego you said? She has too much pride for alliance, and besides of which some of my fellow Masters seemed keen on pissing her off, for some reason... but the smaller one, Foreigner, seemed a lot more receptive to an alliance.

I propose we try to scout the other teams. Blindly by class alone, I'd say Ruler might be the most receptive to forming a team. I have no idea how Mooncancer Servants fall in that category, but I somehow doubt the Avenger class will produce someone conducive to partnership...

... still, any partnership can only be temporary. Making a short term goal of those temporary alliances is important. Selecting the most antagonistic Servants, isolating them, neutralizing them. Repeating the process.

"You seem to be thoroughly in the midst of your own little scheming session, so I'll leave you to it and sit by the fire."

[gold-rhine]

Did the story in star rail get better in your opinion? I was catching up slowly but realized I should just wait for the next part to drop so I can binge the rest of the luofu arc since I heard it wasn't very good except for like one twist with the fox girl. I play the game casually but am surprised they didn't get more story content since there will be one planet per year which would be fine if there was exploration but there's not much to do other than ig companion quests?? Events but they aren't that interesting to me either. I do wonder how many people will start doomposting once they realize how casual the game is bc I've already seen less content creators stream it.

Also random but Kaeya skin is finally mine and he looks amazing wth.

my conspiracy theory is that genshin doesn't do small quality of life improvements that ppl were complaining for years just so they could do them in hsr as a marketing ploy, to make youtube clowns be like WOWZERS!! hsr is so much better than genshin!! You don't need to do commissions!!!

like yeah wow, if only there was... you know... anything to PLAY in this game other than repeating the same simulated universe levels again and again lol

about story idk? I don't think luofu is done yet? like yeah we had a boss fight where we punch a giant woman in the tits for 3 phases, but there are still kinda a lot of open questions. like they've made a point to say we didn't find fox girl, luocha was sus the entire time and nothing happened with him, etc. overall i think it was kinda on same lvl was jarilo plotwise. it was like. there. there were couple cool cutscenes. my main problem is that i would give more of fuck about ~reveals~ if characters had personalities. like jarilo plot was also boring, but seelie and bronya's lady and the trump romance was cute. and i'm sorry, but dan heng is so bland. like would ppl give a fuck if he didn't have a unique character model and looked like NPC#23, be real

tldr hsr looks like it was a cash grab calculated to last until fountain release and then just hibernate, passively making money on pretty characters, bc its much easier to make hsr character than genshin's combat and animations wise. then next year they can release new planet in genshin's dead period before next region, rinse repeat profit

congrats on getting the prettiest boy tho:3

[punksarahreese]

“You’re a bad liar, did you know?” for reesker in bloodletting au?

“You haven’t visited me in days,” Ava’s words were not accusatory, merely a statement of facts. She held no grudge, if the way her arms tightened protectively around the human’s body was any indication. Sarah’s posture stiffened at first, yet then she remembered where she was, who she was with, and relaxed into the comforting smell of lilacs.

“I have been busy,” Sarah said quickly, not wanting Ava to think she had been avoiding her. She hadn’t been, she reasoned with herself. On the contrary, all she had ever wanted was to retreat to the beautiful ivy covered mansion that her favourite vampire called home. She couldn’t bring herself to, not for days, but that was beside the point.

Ava had known she was there before she even climbed the final hill towards the house. This time it had not been because her daughter was eavesdropping, hopping through trees like she thought she was a squirrel, rather just instinct of her own. That’s why she had met Sarah on the front porch, still clad in a long and far too formal gown for the middle of the woods in Chicago.

“You are a bad liar, did you know?”

Sarah shrugged, hiding her face in Ava’s shoulder. The red satin she wore was cool against her skin, easing the burning of her cheeks as the vampire so obviously read her like a book.

“My cherished one,” Ava continued as she led them to sit on the porch swing, “Where are you been? Not literally, of course; I know you haven’t left the cottage.”

Sarah almost laughed a little at her words, the way the vampire made herself clear to ensure she knew exactly what she meant. She sighed a little as she settled down on the rough cushion of the swing, surrendering to the promise of comfort as she leaned back into Ava’s cold frame.

“The Unseelie,” she murmured after some time, “That cat.”

“Damned mongrel,” Ava cursed, “What has he done now?”

“Still watching me, all the time. Since you told me he was Fae I figured he would lose the act but… he still lurks in his cat form. His eyes, Ava, he is so unnerving.”

“He won’t hurt you,” she promised, “He wouldn’t dare. Not on Seelie land and certainly not on my land.”

Sarah paused, eyes darting around as if looking for the creature in question. April had said his name is Crockett, an Unseelie Fae from New Orleans. Her brother had befriended him early on but the rest of the forest residents hadn’t been so welcoming. He brought a promise of chaos, being a lone Fae of another court, and his demeanour did not convince otherwise. The way he watched Sarah had seemed almost primal, stalking her as if she might attack him at any moment.

“He’s not here,” Ava promised, “He won’t come too close to my grounds. He may be brash but he’s not stupid. If you are afraid of him hurting you, beloved, I can have a word with the devil.”

“What if… what if my dad has sent him.”

“Oh, Sarah. I promise he has not. The Unseelie, while not bound by human or fae morals, do not answer to anyone. Crockett is merely being a pest, he will not hurt you.”

“You promise?”

It broke Ava’s heart, hearing the fear in her human’s voice. That’s what made her pull Sarah closer, using a bit of her inhuman strength to ensure the woman felt secure. She pressed a kiss to Sarah’s temple before speaking, “I promise, as long as I live your father will never lay a hand on you. If he even steps foot in our forest I will deal with him myself. As for that Fae, he is nothing more than a nuisance.”

“Okay…”

“You are safe, my cherished one,” Ava spoke the words like a vow as she repeated herself, “As long as I live.”

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday! What about something with Maryse being a good mom and never stopping being a mom instead of a commander, I feel like Alec has the vibes for being a mama's boy and I'm hungry for some healthy mother son relationship wotj Maryse supporting Alec and him trusting her

here we go, very protective mama Maryse who decides Alec is going to have the best future and childhood she can get him (still does not make her a good person)

-

Maryse has a split second to wake up, terror infusing through her body as she quietly breathes and pretends, she is still deeply unconscious.

“How far along is she?” A voice asks, one she recognizes as Valentine.

“Three months. She’ll be able to handle us injecting demon blood into the womb soon. If an accident happens, it will be easier to excuse away.”

Understanding dawns with a stark horror and Maryse barely manages to not give herself away as Valentine and his assistant leave.

There is only one thing that she can do now.

Run.

-

“He’s experimenting on children.” Maryse finally lets herself whisper as she grips the pommel of the soul sword until her knuckles are white. “I don’t care if he’s a fanatic. I don’t care about his crusade against the downworld or whether or not it’s valid. I care that he is abusing nephilim babes, injecting them and their mothers against their will with everything from demon blood to seelie blood and whatever else he can get his hands on.”

There is horror in the room, and she can see Imogen Herondale pale as she watches her.

 Imogen has been pushing down complaints and concerns regarding Valentine ever since Stephen and Celine joined, it was why Robert and Michael were sent to convince Stephen.

Maryse knows better though.

She’s committed no true crime, not yet. Not while she was pregnant and cracking codes for Valentine and Robert, well if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll come back. Maryse wasn’t going to risk it, however. Considering that she herself never thought there could be a good reason to abandon Valentine, she’s not sure how Robert will take her desertion.

It’s worth it though, for the babe in her belly who kicks so gently and never when Maryse is in danger.

Except earlier, when he woke her up and changed both of their lives.

—

There is a silent war going on between the clave and the Circle, the Council of the clave is growing more and more furious. Especially as some of their spies are slowly infiltrating and finding increased evidence of Valentine continuing his twisted experiments.

The clave could never deny them, not after her testimony but that didn’t mean that they advertised it.

Until now.

Maryse spends a year in hiding, keeping Alec only a year old, sequestered in her family manor and keeping them both hidden deep within the wolf woods.

It takes nearly three years for the fighting to stop, for Valentine to finally have been destroyed by a fire and Maryse is unsettled as she returns to Alicante.

Alec is stubborn for such a young child and while he is Maryse’s first and — depending on Robert — possibly only son, he’s also so incredibly sweet.

Maryse was worried at first, sure that she’d been too late. That there would be signs of demonic influence or the sheer evil of Valentine’s influence obvious in her heir.

But Alec is nothing like that.

He’s a chubby-cheeked, solemn toddler who brings her crumpled flowers and smiles softly at her in the morning. He tells Maryse that she and the sunset are both pretty, pointing sticky little fingers up at the sky with an awed, ‘pr’tty’ and then pointing to her and repeating it.

Alec is quiet and doesn’t speak very much at first and it’s only when Maryse catches him repeating words to himself in his bedroom that she realizes it’s because she doesn’t speak enough.

A part of her — sullen and ashamed — wonders if she has been accidentally avoiding him out of fear of loving and losing him.

So, she does better.

She sings to him in the father-tongue of Raziel that every nephilim learns in the soul cradle and she speaks to him in Spanish and English until his soft babbles fill the house in three different languages.

Alec is still a solemn child and still a quiet one, but he is no longer listless and Maryse aches with joy to see him so happy.

Then the war is over, and she has to take her bright, beautiful baby to Alicante’s where he is diminished by shadows of a war his birth heralded.

Maryse is given a promotion and her choice of postings, and she picks New York, because Robert is going to Idris and the last time he tried to see Alec, Alec tried to bite his fingers off.

So Maryse takes her son to New York, to build an Institute for him. To create for him a sanctuary and fortress that she will prepare Alec for and someday pass to him.

There is no calling higher than protecting and guiding her son and Maryse steps into New York, looks around and despite her bad history and disdain of downworlders, she requests a meeting with the king of the East Coast.

She’s going to have a decent working relationship with the local downworld sovereign if she wants Alec to be safe and if that means humbling herself for a warlock.

The Maryse will do that.

After all, she’ll do anything for her son. 

[beedreamscape]

I'm always happy when people read my crappy excerpts for Laerryn and Loquatius, but I'd like to reccomend some of my favorite loquaerryn fics from ao3 in no specific order:

The Herald and the Architect: A Pre-Calamity Correspondence, with commentary by E. Widogast by Sansrecourse

Oh my, this was made especially to murder me, I cry every time I read this. These are a compilation of notes and letters Loquatius sent to Laerryn, his famous pneumatic tubes. And I LOVE love letters from real life (Dear Betsy comes to mind, Letters to Vera, etc). The attention to details!!! The angst!!!

I don't have the best voice but I'm very tempted to one day record a podfic for this (bc to make myself suffer more I read this fic outloud through actual tears).

And Seelie Makes Three by VillainIHaveDoneThyMother

Angst disguised as smut, it's been a while since I read it and I'm giving myself the space to forget b4 I go for it again, but I remember how the introspection woven between the lines wrecked me. Most of them end in a fade to black (it's in 5+1 format) and all carry a deep look into their relationship with each other and the ring of brass.

I Know You Wanna Love Me Like This by xLoveMx

On his knees. All you need to know.

end the vows, no need to lie by hauntedjaeger (saellys)

WOW WOW this one is a punch packed into a kiss and vice versa. It's a recount of how Laerryn got the house and the surname. It's a lighter read with the feels built in between the technicalities of divorce.

reset (repeat) by Nimravidae

One of my favorites if not favorite piece of smut I've read. It's the famous closet encounter (or one of them...), it has got the feels and the drama. *chef's kiss*

Everybody Loves Counting by humanbean, thought

This one left me speechless, hanging on every word, every move. It's about the start of a night between the divorseelies, Zerxus, and Evandrin. Slow burn tension, beautiful introspective narrative, very sensual air.

we've not got long, you know, to bask in the afterglow by hauntedjaeger (saellys)

Lovely sexy smut, I think quiddie herself shared this at some point. Another interpretation of the coat closet, this time in very early days of their relationship.

you can test my mettle with a magnet and some tin snips by humanbean, thought

Very recent read, very interesting dynamics that have me flexing my hand like Mr Darcy. So good, won't explain the plot, just read it, discover it slowly.

once more before the fall by cobaltsouls

The angst, the feels, the pain of everlasting love for the one you let go, BUT BUT, it's hurt/comfort! Lovely read.

The State of Affairs by nplutonian

Angst and the mistakes made in the lack of affection. Read if you're in the mood to suffer just a little.

and for thy name (take all myself) by angelsdemonsducks

Fey, names, and Laerryn Coramar-Seelie. A lighter read, just wonderful.

There are many that didn't make it here that I'm sure are great but whose plots aren't my jam (I think it's noticeable I don't have any directly connected to calamity recs here) nor the ones that I might've liked but were under 1k words, I do encourage y'all to go perusing their tag there.