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[thesweetpianowritingdownmylife]

*banging pots and pans together* I'm unwell about a new thing, which is actually a couple of years old thing and as such might not get a lot of attention, but I hope you can check it out!

[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 2

a/n: heyyy new chapter wooo.

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"Come on, I'll show you to one of the spare rooms" Vassa says, gently guiding you up the stairs and into a cozy looking room. It was lit by a few soft lamps glowing from the ceiling. Tonight was a new moon and as you looked out the window you could only distinguish the black mass that was the forest and the night sky littered with stars that seemed to go on for forever. The skies back home never looked like this. The stars seemed to dance. What a joke. "Oh, you'll probably want to change into something more comfortable and... clean" you come out of your trance and look down at the clothes that were covered in mud, grass and tears. "I'll go fetch something from my rooms" you nod and look around, this doesn't feel real, the bed is made with simple gray linen sheets and what feels like a feather pillow. Nice. There is a dresser in the wall opposite the bed and you see yourself in the mirror that's hanging from the wall. Jesus. Your eyes are almost swollen shut, the lump on your forehead is a bright red color, your hair looks like you were sucked up and spit out by a tornado. But your clothes... the light jacket you wore was ripped at the sleeve of your right arm and the leggings were covered in crusted up dirt. Your boots had held up, the only sign of wear was the sole that was caked in mud. You look to where you had stepped and see the trail of dirt left behind in your wake. Oh god. You feel too gross to go anywhere near the bed so you entertain yourself by looking through the drawers. They are all empty. How boring. "Here we are, I got you this tunic for tonight and you can wear this dress tomorrow, if you want to bathe I'll have Lucien bring up some water" she places the neat stack of clothes on the bed and waits for your answer. "I should take a bath before bed, I feel gross" you try to tame your hair but it looks just messy. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow" she smiled lightly and pats your shoulder goodbye. A few moments later Lucien shows up with the buckets and goes to the bathing room "Everything you need is here, soap, towels..." he looks at your hair "hairbrush". You nod "Thank you". "Tomorrow after breakfast we'll go to the clearing, try to sleep" you nod and he closes the door as he leaves. Deep breaths, deep breaths. If a portal was open in my world, then it should be open here too. Tomorrow this will all be like a fever dream. You proceed to bathe and scrub every inch of your body, and wash and wash your hair until the water finally comes out clean. This is better. You put the tunic on and brush and braid your hair. Pull the sheets back and step into the bed. Oh this is nice. Maybe it's the exhaustion but this is the most comfortable bed you've been in. Tomorrow I'll be home. Tomorrow I'll be home. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. You chant the words like a prayer as sleep envelops you.

The following morning you wake to a sun beam in your face and sounds of chattering from down the stairs. Oh god. This was real. You had half hoped and half prayed that yesterday was just a bad dream. Ok, today I'll find the portal and go home, simple. Easy. Your stomach grumbles and you try to remember the last meal you had. It was a cold sandwich on your hike. You had a bunch of snacks in your bag... Where the hell is my bag? You try to remember the last time you saw it and can't remember losing it. It's not like you can drop a backpack. Maybe Lucien has it. You quickly freshen up and change into the dress Vassa had given you. It was rather simple, the fabric was thick and sturdy and it was a bit big on you. I look like my great-grandmother. It was clean and comfortable though. You make your way downstairs and follow the voices to the kitchen. Jurian and Lucien stop their conversation as they see you entering. "Good morning, realm traveler" Jurian says with a giddiness that would be contagious had you not just had your entire world thrown up in flames. "Good morning" you reply with a slight smile. "Eat up, we have to leave soon" Lucien says as he hands you a plate of warm bread and cheese. You thank him and dig in, then pause, "Lucien, when you found me did I have my backpack on?" he thought for a moment "Backpack?" "Yeah, like a bag strapped to my back" you look expectantly "Oh yes, but I believe it stayed by the fire, we left in a hurry". You frown remembering the way he took off running "Was something out there last night, is that why you ran?" he shifts on his feet "Yes, there was a creature there that meant you harm, I apologize grabbing you like that. As for your bag, we are going in the same direction today, we can see if it is still there" you said a little "Yes please, I have a few things there that I can't lose". Namely my passport. "I understand," Lucien says. "Is there any coffee here?" they look at you then at each other and Jurian says "Coffee?" no way there's no coffee here. "Yeah, coffee. Caffeine?" a pause "We have tea". Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. "Alright".

The ride to the clearing was a bit uncomfortable as you had to ride with Jurian. It's not that he was making it uncomfortable but the saddle had been made for one person and because of the dress you had to ride facing sideways. "We're coming up on the fire, keep a lookout for the bag" you scour the whole forest floor and then you spot it. Your bright red bag and point excitedly "There it is!" Jurian stops the horse and helps you off. You pick it up and check that everything is still inside. My phone. Would it even work here? "Let's go, we have to get to the clearing before the others do" Lucien says in an impatient tone . Others? 

It’s about an hour until you make it to the clearing. The three of you dismount the horses and Jurian ties their reins to a nearby tree. You look around at the sheer nothingness of the space. It looks as if someone lit a perfect circle on fire in the middle of this forest. The clearing doesn’t even have any grass, it’s just plain dirt. No rocks, no roots, no branches. Perfectly leveled dirt. Lucien and Jurian are looking around as well. From the looks on their faces they seem unimpressed. You are too, the boulders and rocks made the circle way more intimidating than this. A flapping sound followed by boots on dirt startles you. You look up to see an extremely tall man with large black wings. “The Band of Exiles in all its glory” the stranger says with a smirk. Lucien walks towards him “Hello, Cassian. Always nice to see you, I thought Rhysand would make an appearance.” Cassian looks at you “They are rather busy today but since you made this sound urgent he sent me. Sorry to disappoint”. Lucien nods, “Did he fill you in on the situation?” you shift under his gaze and look anywhere but him as he speaks “Yes, something about a portal to this realm and a mortal intruder, I’m guessing that’s her?” he points, Lucien nods and continues “She said she just stepped through it and was brought here, to this clearing. I don’t know much about other realms but the fact that it was left unguarded for anyone to slip through seems like a disaster waiting to happen” you kick nothing and wrap your arms around yourself trying to comfort yourself. “And what’s your name?” “y/n”, your voice comes out defeated There's nothing here. “Well Lucien, I hate to agree with you but if what you’re saying is true then I think that is something to worry about. Is there anything else I should know?” Jurian replies “Now you know as much as we do, y/n is just as lost. She says magic doesn’t exist in her world and that what happened should be impossible” Cassian nods “and you believe her?” Inhale and say as calmly as you can “Why would I lie? I have nothing in this world and I’m at the mercy of strangers. Be serious.” There’s nothing here. There’s no way back. Tears begin to well up and you turn around and walk towards the edge of the clearing. Cassian’s face drops and he turns to Lucien again “I apologize, that was insensitive. I’ll bring all of this to Rhys and Feyre and let you know what they say. Any updates on Koschei?” “No” Jurian answers curtly. Cassian nods and without any preamble he takes to the skies. 

Cassian lands in the River House a few hours later and walks into Rhys’ study. “I think we have a problem” he says as he takes the chair in front of Rhysand’s massive desk. “Where is the problem?” his brother responds as he signs some paperwork. “Well, I’m not sure, but that’s part of it. The portal Lucien was talking about seems to be closed from our side but open and unguarded on the other. There was no trace of any magic where the mortal girl showed up. Even her, she doesn't feel like she’s from this realm. She looks like any other mortal but her scent is… strange” Rhysand looks up from his desk and asks “Can you show me?” Cassian nods. “You're right, I didn’t get the sense of any magic. You didn’t speak to the girl?” Cassian shakes his head “No, she looked like she had a rough night and I kind of upset her”. Rhysand rolls his eyes, “Bring her here tomorrow, I’d like to see what she saw in her realm before arriving here. Tell Az, to be here for the meeting” Cassian stands at the dismissal. “Sure thing, brother”. 

The ride back to the manor was quiet. There was nothing there. There’s no way back. You feel numb, unwilling to accept the possibility that you might not be able to return. Lucien and Jurian sense this and let you be. When you arrive you walk to your room and collapse in bed. It’s dark out by the time Vassa knocks on your door. “Y/n, you should eat something” There’s no point. She opens the door and you see she brought you a bowl of stew. You sit up and sniffle, the tears have been flowing on and off for the last few hours. She smiles at you softly and places the bowl in your hands. “The boys filled me in on what happened. I know this must be very scary but I promise we will do whatever we can to help. You know, we call ourselves the exiles because each of us has been rejected by our own. We can’t return to our homes but along the way we found each other and I’m very happy we did. I say all this because I don’t want you to feel like you’re intruding. This is the perfect place for someone with your… situation. Anyways, Lucien heard back from Rhysand-” you interrupt “Who’s Rhysand? I heard his name a few times today” she continues “He’s the High Lord of the Night Court, a very powerful male, who has a lot of knowledge and resources. He’d like to speak with you tomorrow if that’s ok” you nod. Maybe he knows how to send me back. 

“Great, Cassian will pick you up in the morning”.

[lightning-system]

Respect

The Bloom, more than anything, is a time of change. It makes sense, one flower blooming, and then another, all furiously exiting a long winter together. It then makes sense that, in turn, The Bloom is a time of change for people. For K. P. Hob maybe than any other.

K. P. Hob has learned that he is autistic.

-

Or: Hob works on accommodating his autism.

[foruneyti]

Hi everyone! It's been so long since I've been active on here, but I have finally uploaded another chapter! This time one for A Curse of Frost and Fear. I'd love to hear your thoughts and how you've been in the meanwhile, if there's anyone still following this Tumblr to begin with 😅 I'll try to be more active in the Discord as well so feel free to join!

[with-u-tillthe-endoftheline]

i don't care how old i get, 5 + 1 fanfics are always gonna hit just right.

[los-ninos-tortugas]

Been rewatching “A Court of Fey and Flowers” to get the Vibes™️✨ right for “Nobody Invited You” and it really is helping immensely

[loosebaron]

FUCK IT blog overhaul:

‼️ block ‘dimension 20 live spoilers’ if you don’t want to be spoiled for tonight‼️

eaves peeping - talking/original post tag

toxic masculinity is dead I queue now - queue tag

Rolling up the hill - favourite posts tag

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acoc - A Crown of Candy

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aso - A Startstruck Odyssey

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dndq- Dungeons and Drag Queens

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time quangle - the live show(s) Time Quangle ❤️

nsbu - never stop blowing up

[chungledown-bimothy]

If I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More

canon divergence from episode 3- battlemaster of ceremonies arranged marriage

Part Two

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1434

Part One: The News

“You will wed Delloso de la Rue. There will be no mistakes; you will regain the connection with their court that was taken from us.” 

Captain K. P. Hob’s stomach dropped, and his heart skipped a beat. “My Lord and Lady, I do not have the ho- the dishonor of understanding you. With all due disrespect, why me? I hold no position in court, no power to strengthen with an alliance with the Court of Wonder. Neither does Delloso de la Rue, unless I am mistaken.”

Lord Blemish and Lady Boil snarled, and Boil spoke. “What you do have is the eye and respect of the Bloom. Something no other goblin has been honorable enough to achieve.” 

Blemish started speaking, as Boil retched from the thought of a goblin being honorable. 

“The Court of Wonders said very little about their reasons for suggesting the arrangement, just that they wished to repair the relationship between our two courts. The Lords of the Wing ensuring that your victory in the duel yesterday reflected poorly on Rue certainly didn’t help their standing in court.

As for us, this alliance will further more powerful ones in the future, and it will put you in an even stronger position to find out whose fault this all is in the first place. Perhaps things might have been different had you been successful in performing the one task that was assigned to you before we arrived.”

Hob took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and stood up as straight as he could while still looking at people so much shorter than himself. “Very well. Is the Court of Wonders having a similar conversation with R- with them, or shall I be the one to tell them?” He would never dare to ask it of his superiors directly, but he desperately hoped he wouldn’t have to. How could I tell them we are to be married, when they were so offended by my actions during the Hunt?

“It’s been handled. Go, find your betrothed.” Hob gave an elaborate salute and walked away. My god, how can a lifetime shackled to me be anything but painful to them, when a single attempt at kindness and civility was odious to them to the point of moving them to tears? A small act of affection was abhorrent enough to engage their honor. I must make this as easy for them as possible; they shall never know how deep my affection for them truly runs. “To part the seeing from the being is the greatest goodness goblins get.” I can do this.

—

Delloso de la Rue slid down the wall and sat on the floor, reading the words over and over again. 

In light of rumors, scandals, and events both past and recent, an agreement has been reached with the Goblin Court. You are to marry Captain K. P. Hob shortly after the conclusion of the Bloom, before the assembled fey depart. This should provide ample time for you to plan an appropriate event without eclipsing your wonderful work on the Bloom. 

You are free to make the announcement as you see fit, provided it occurs within the next three days. Perhaps at tomorrow’s tea.

“Wuvvy? Wuvvy, please come here.” Almost as soon as the words were out of their mouth, Wuvvy ran through the door. She looked around, wide eyed and almost frantic, before looking down and spotting Rue. 

“O- oh my god what happened?! Are you okay?” Without a word, they handed the letter up to her. She knelt down next to them as she read it. “I- what?! Is this for real?”

Rue nodded, still not looking at her. “Official seal and all. This is happening, and all I can do now is throw the best wedding-” their voice broke and they shook their head slightly. “The best wedding anyone here has ever seen. Whatever happens after that happens, I cannot worry about it yet. Come, Wuvvy, we have much to do and not nearly enough time to do it. First, I suppose there is a conversation I must have.” They stood up, squared their shoulders, nodded to Wuvvy, and departed in search of Hob, leaving Wuvvy standing in the doorway stunned and open-mouthed.

—

They found each other on the southern lawn, not ten paces from the dueling ground. They both began speaking at the same time. 

“Dell-”

“Capta-” 

“My apologies, go-”

“No no, you first.”

They locked eyes, both falling silent. Many heavy moments passed before Rue broke both the silence and the eye contact.

“Captain, good afternoon. How are you feeling, are you recovered from yesterday? I know Wuvvy’s sword is… different… from those you may have encountered before.”

Hob paused for a moment, then he stood up even straighter and nodded. “Good afternoon, Rue. I appreciate the sentiment, but I assure you, I am quite well. It takes more than a bit of poison to slow me down.”

“That’s good to hear. Shall we walk? Given the news that I must assume you also received this morning, it would be best if we are seen together at least some before any announcement is made, lest there be rumors about whats, whens, wheres, and whys.” They hesitantly offered their arm.

“Oh, um, yes, I suppose so.” He took their arm, and they began walking aimlessly in charged, but not uncomfortable, silence for some time, before Hob stopped and met Rue’s eyes once more. 

“Before any proceedings… proceed…” he took a deep breath. “You deserve nothing less than a love match, Rue, and I am truly sorry that our hands have been forced like this. As there’s nothing you nor I can do to alter the situation, I want you to know that I am aware that my words and actions during the Hunt were so offensive as to bring you to tears. There are vows in our future that will be made out of duty, but right here and now, I vow to you, not out of duty to my court but out of the honor you once said you appreciated, that I will endeavor to avoid any similarly upsetting behavior. "

They opened their mouth to reply once, twice, thrice. “I-” they cleared their throat. “I appreciate the sentiment, Captain, but I assure you, I took no offense. You have done nothing wrong. In fact, I owe you an apology, for Wuvvy and the duel. There was a misunderstanding, and it is entirely my fault.” They took Hob’s arm again, turned, and began walking. “You deserve more than this arrangement as well, you know. Although love matches may be off the table for us, friendships are just as worth cherishing and celebrating as romance- what say you to building a strong one in each other? Till death do us part is far too long for us fey to not have something.” 

When they said ‘love matches are off the table’, Hob’s ears fell flat, and he stumbled slightly. “A friendship would indeed be splendid.” Rue noticed the reluctant tone, but they missed his body language. 

“Wonderful. Now that we are on the same page there, the next issue is announcing our engagement. I have some thoughts, but as this very much affects you, do you have any preferences for how we should go about it?”

“Unless you would like a militaristic approach to our… impending nuptials, I fear I am entirely out of my depth. As evidenced by millennia of Blooms, your taste and planning abilities are immaculate; I am quite happy to defer all decisions to you and follow any and all ord-” he cleared his throat. “Directions to make things as easy as possible for you. It takes two to wed, of course, but I fear I am not good for much beyond seeing through tasks assigned to me.”

“I’m afraid I will have to disagree with you on that last point, Captain. You are good at and for a great many things. However, we can discuss that more later. As for making the announcement, everyone will be gathered tomorrow for tea. I won’t pretend to know goblin military customs- do you have a particular uniform for special occasions?” 

“I have pants!” Hob grinned and tapped the bottom of his halberd on the ground.

“I, um. Lovely. Wear them to tea, then?”

“Very well, I shall wear pants to tea tomorrow.”

At that moment, they both noticed that they’d wandered to the edge of the woods. Without a word, Hob let go of Rue’s arm, and they both turned and walked away, much quicker than they’d been walking before.

[aydafae]

of woe and wear

a sort of fix-it fic for the relationship between hob & wuvvy

[super-mari-fun-time]

No Witnesses (594 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Delloso de la Rue/Lord Squak Airavis Characters: Delloso de la Rue, Lord Squak Airavis Additional Tags: A Court Of Fae & Flowers, ACOFAF, Fae & Fairies, Diplomacy, Implied Sexual Content, sort of fade to black but not really, Character Study, Canon Divergent, Episode 2 - The Great Hart Hunt Summary: Lord Airavis walks Rue back after the hunt.

“Rue,” a voice said from behind them. They turned on their heels, almost snapping something about it being late enough already. 

    Grey eyes stared back into theirs. They took a sharp breath in. 

    “Oh. Hello, Lord Airavis. I heard you were quite involved in the battle.”

    “Indeed.”

    “No injuries?”

    “Nothing a Healing Word couldn’t fix. Left a few scars on my shoulders, though.”

    “Is that so?”

    “He’s a wild one, that Theodore.”

    “Of course.”

    The two stood at a short distance. The rest of the crowd had passed, leaving them among worn decorations, Rue noted with a bit of displeasure. They couldn’t really blame Wuvvy for that, they supposed, since the decorations had been pristine at the beginning of the day.

    Lord Airavis coughed. “I was wondering if I might walk you back to your quarters?”

    Rue hesitated, then held out a hand. “If you so wish.”

    He took it gently. His hands were warm, Rue noted. It was getting darker and colder outside, and they hated to admit it but they were grateful for the company at this hour. 

    They walked in silence, Rue carefully staying a diplomatic distance from him.

    “Watch out,” he said abruptly, pulling them back. “There’s a root. You might trip.”

    “Thanks,” Rue said, gingerly stepping over it. “It’s dark out.”

    “Bird eyes,” Airavis said as way of explanation. 

    They started walking up the polished stairs to their home. They paused at the door, Lord Airavis’s hand still held in theirs.

    “I suppose this is where we say goodnight.”

    “Not yet,” he said. “I saw you creeping off into the woods during the Hunt.”

    They pulled their hand back. “And what of it, my lord?” They said the last bit with a bit of a bite to it.

    He stepped closer. “I think perhaps the Game Master is playing some games of their own.”

    Rue raised their eyebrows. “Bold of you to say while playing my game, with my rules.”

    “And I believe, if I remember correctly, one of your rules was no witnesses.” He reached a hand out to take Rue’s gently. He leaned down and softly kissed the back of it. 

    He stood abruptly. “But if you believe this is goodnight, then goodnight it is. I’ll leave you to your beauty sleep.”

    “Wait,” Rue said, surprising themself. “It’s cold out. Come in.”

    He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

    Rue raised an eyebrow back, almost mockingly. “Are you?”

     Lord Airavis let out a short laugh and stepped inside. Rue closed the door behind him. 

    “Want a tour?” they asked, walking brusquely past him. He followed closely behind them, and Rue fought the urge to glance back. 

    They reached the kitchen and pulled a bottle of elderberry wine. They deftly poured two glasses and slid one across the counter to Lord Airavis. 

    “To the Bloom,” they said, making eye contact with him while taking a sip.

    “To the Hunt,” he returned, taking a sip of his own.

    “To finding love,” they said.

    “To wagers.”

    “To bad decisions.”

    “To no witnesses.” Airavis downed the rest of his glass. 

    Rue stared at the empty wine glass. Then they looked up. “My bedroom’s upstairs.”

    Airavis tilted his head to the side. “Is it, now?”

    “To no witnesses,” Rue said, and drank the rest of their glass as well. “Follow me.”

    At the top of the stairs, they turned around. “Nobody has to know.”

    Airavis smirked. “And here I was, thinking that was the whole point.” He leaned in to kiss them roughly, and for once, they didn’t even try to resist. 

[cj-amused]

Hob: You love me?

Rue: Of course I love you, but you don't want me. You want power and honor for a court that crushes you.

Hob *interrupted, voice soft*: Is that what I want?

Rue: Actions speak louder than words, Major.

Hob: *thought for a moment* You're right, they do.

Hob: *took two long strides forward, pulled Rue into his arms and kissed them*

They pulled apart after a moment. Rue stared at him in surprise.

Hob: And it's Captain, if you please.

[youcancallmekathyp]

And I Will Try To Fix You // Binxhera

Words: 2440 Words

Characters: Andhera/Binx Choppley

Summary:  ““In my court, magic is love. It’s warmth and kindness, and...this?” She stops just short of the shard, the cloud above their head flashing with lighting once more, “It’s not magic born out of love. My offer...it still stands,”

Notes: Catch me being soft for them on my way to throw hands with the Queen of Air and Darkness...

Read It Here

[50shadesofoctarine]

Sneak Peaks For My ACoFaF Fanfic (WIP)

The first installment (the A-Plot completed) can be found here. All of these quotes are taken from the first pages of part 2:

Some potential dialogue I have prepared:

If you liked these, I have a discord where I post daily updates and take suggestions for future installments of Glitter Glue in the Court of Craft. Please join me, I am lonely.

[patcharmyof1]

Ok acofaf people. Time to Be Fucking For Real.

I!! Have too much space in my brain being occupied by the pack of pixies and so I have started a one-shot series for all the scenes, headcanons, and ideas I have rattling around up here

(Scenes from the House of Craft by CheersLads11 on AO3 btw)

And I’m looking to take requests!!!

Y’all got bits in the show we didn’t see? I gotchu. Y’all got ideas for how the court of craft is living now? I gotchu. Y’all wanna see two characters interact more? I. Got. You.

(The ONLY thing I do not got you for is smut)

Don’t be cowards send em in👍🏻

[helpimstuckinafandom]

My AO3 (disclaimer: if you look through my bookmarks to find fic recs, know that I bookmark everything I've ever read ever, meaning if I hated a fic or only read half of it, it still got bookmarked. Just be warned)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/HelpImStuckInAFandom/works

A list of tags to block (or look through) of me live reacting to some series':

Your Turn To Die [I only did this for 3-1B] - #your turn to fuck me up

A Court of Fey and Flower (Dimension 20) [from mid-ep 2 forward] - #a court of drama and romance

A Crown of Candy (Dimension 20) [from ep 5 forward] - #a crown of corruption

Neverafter* (Dimension 20) - #nevereverafter

A Starstruck Odyssey* (Dimension 20) - #a dumbass odyssey

The Ravening War (Dimension 20) - #the raddishing war

Mentropolis* (Dimension 20) - #mentaltropolis