#household fae

[wickedsrest-rp]

Household Fae

RARITY: ★★☆☆☆ | THREAT: ★★☆☆☆

HABITAT: 

Almost exclusively in the homes of people. They can’t survive out in the world on their own.

OVERVIEW: 

Many fae species have found a parasitic lifestyle suits them. Some may find shelter in human homes for safety or easy sources of food, while others may have more specific needs that can only be met by cohabitation. It’s common for these fae to ransack the kitchens and cupboards at night in search of food, and others may cause additional havoc around the house, such as throwing things around, pulling pranks, and inviting some more dangerous friends over. Most can use some magic to cause further chaos. Household fae aren’t capable of human speech, but many have at least somewhat of a grasp of human language enough to understand what is being said to them. These fae are all weak to iron, and many are vulnerable to charms that can be placed around the home to keep them out. 

In many cases, it’s possible to win the favor of these fae through kindness and offerings of food. Should that happen, they will be less likely to cause trouble… provided your kindness continues. Some will accept certain gifts or deals in exchange for leaving a home for good. While most household fae lack physical defenses, they tend to be quick-moving and skilled at evading attempts to squash them. Culling these common pests can be the bread and butter for some wardens who are content for an easier hunting life.

TYPES

BOGGART: 

The size of a mere guinea pig, boggarts can cause a lot of chaos despite their stature. Rarely seen but always present, they can cause milk to sour, things to vanish, and animals to startle; they take pleasure in this but don’t mean to cause harm. It’s rare that those cohabitating with a boggart actually see what it looks like. Those who do get a glimpse will see a small, rabbit-like creature that makes tell-tale scratching noises as it traverses the house with incredible speed. They can hide in even paper-thin crevices that defy physics. Boggarts have been known to be a little more cooperative with people they’re fond of, but that’s not saying much. They’re difficult to capture due to their speed and ability to hide, and will manage to find their way back if relocated; killing them is usually the only way to permanently rid yourself of one. They have a fondness of peanut butter, both smooth and crunchy. 

BROWNIE (HOB, DOMOVOI): 

Easily confused with the dessert in casual conversation by laypeople, brownies are unpleasant little house guests. Going by different names in different cultures, this species has a worldwide distribution. They stand about 2 feet tall and have very sharp teeth. These tricksters enjoy the typical mischief, but also have proclivity toward stealing and collecting things. Owners may stumble upon a cache of socks or jewelry in the home. When approached, they behave like a wild animal and will attack with claws and teeth before turning invisible to escape. They release a pungent odor when frightened that smells like rotting cheese. Some brownies will accept food offerings in exchange for chores, but others may take offense and become more troublesome. Brownies are fiercely territorial, so introducing the scent of another brownie will draw them out.

BULLYWUG:

These amphibious fae are known to lurk around the pipes of kitchen sinks. While frog-like in appearance with brown, green, or dull yellow skin, they are seen walking on two legs more than they are hopping on all four. Bullywugs particularly love the bits of food left behind on dishes and are especially attracted to homes where dishes sit in the sink for long stretches of time. While mostly harmless, bullywugs cause chaos in the kitchen. From adding extra sugar to recipes to hiding kitchen utensils, bullywugs will do just about anything to confuse humans. Usually, it’s all in good fun, but bullywugs can get aggravated if the humans in “their” home start cleaning up food too quickly. For little frog-like creatures, they have surprisingly sharp teeth and have a tendency to bite people’s hands while they’re doing dishes. Keeping a cleaner kitchen will eventually cause bullywugs to move. There are some less savory methods for removal involving food and garbage disposals as well, but it is rumored killing them is bad luck.

FENODYREE:

These hair-covered, little kitten-sized fae are proven annoyances. They take up residence in peoples’ houses, specifically underneath the stairs. They’re known to grab the ankles of people going up and down if displeased, and might chomp off a toe or two with their sharp teeth if successful. Another hallmark of a fenodyree is using their power to freeze people in place so they’re stuck where they stand. If a fenodyree is so inclined, and has some food left out for them every night, they may decide to help with household chores and will assist in guarding the homestead from intruders. However, they’re much more likely to cause trouble. Because fenodyree are known to feed on human flesh, they are less sensitive to heme iron than most other fae species, but are still vulnerable to iron blades. Additionally, they’re terrified of wearing any clothes. If someone can force a piece of clothing onto a fenodyree, they’ll leave their dwelling forever.

LUBBER FIEND (LUBBERKIN): 

Standing at about 3 feet tall, lubber fiends are the largest of the common household fae, though they’re typically seen on all fours. They have a lanky, goblin-like appearance and exclusively reside in homes that have wine cellars, where they gorge themselves on the finest wine. They also scrounge through peoples’ kitchens when they’re not paying attention, and when not living in a home, can occasionally be seen digging through garbage cans and dumpsters. While lubber fiends aren’t violent by nature, their presence is dangerous. Those sharing a home with them will slowly be driven closer toward temptations like drunkenness, gluttony, and lasciviousness; this can result in regretful actions and risky behavior that may be deadly. Once the lubber fiend is evicted, these behaviors come to an end. If the lubber fiend can’t be killed, it can be lured out with its favorite meal (though figuring out what this is may take some time).

[mushroom-through-the-stargate]

people in pet food commercials : i read the ingredients of this kibble and was Shocked to find Bad Things so i went with Name Brand and my pet is So Much Happier :D

my family : we are fully aware that this is shite kibble and the pet equivalent of college kid food but cait sidhe only eats one specific flavour of one specific brand and the one time that it was out of stock and we tried something similar but Not Quite It she went on a hunger strike for three days and then after that only ate enough to barely sustain herself until we got Her Kibble back

[skzfairyyydreamz]

Hey! Just curious but why does changbin only have 1 screenshot while the others have multiple on your NNN post?

It was supposed to be like one of those unfinished I guess “cliffhanger” type jokes! I’m so sorry if my humor came off badly, its NEVER no shade to our sweet muscle boy 😭 !!!!!! WE LOVE SEO CHANGBIN DEARLY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

[kotaromita]

OOC: omg...a new fantasy AU on the horizon...

if any of the participants ever want Kotaro Participation i have Several different fantasty AU kotaro's on the doc on my pinned!!!! so just lmk which one you want to be canon in this New Universe hehe

[not-poignant]

hey pia!

i'm super curious - are the vench underfae? do they exist somewhere outside of the class structure?

Hi anon

Vench are underfae, yes, but they don't exist outside of class structure (as in - they're underfae!)

It doesn't really matter to them though, they have no desire to enter into what they perceive to be the pathetic power struggles in the 'above' heh

[knife-red]

ppl are allergic to doing basic research or showing basic respect to celtic folklore im so tired

[briefbestiary]

A large and hairy household spirit, a lubber fiend is a hard worker for as long as his payment is maintained.

[kuratm]

FIRST 20 ROLLS, BABY, LET'S GOOOOOO. about GODDAMN time this smug son of a bitch shows me mercy and comes home EARLY.

[butchlifeguard]

suits with skirts are the saddest article of clothing im sorry. you will be a pretty boy for the 14 hours of this high school debate tournament

[liliths-den]

Grubnock’s Choice: When Loyalty and Freedom Collide - or A House-Elf’s Path to Freedom - A Fairy Short-Story

Grubnock’s Choice Grubnock was not like other house-elves. Though bound by tradition and magic, his origins were whispered in the faerie courts—an anomaly born of the Seelie and Unseelie realms. Once a free brownie who chose to help those in need, Grubnock had been tricked into servitude centuries ago by a cunning mortal who understood the binding rituals of house-elves. The betrayal still…

[annachum]

Sunna and her younger twin brother Mani, and their parents King Mundilfari and Queen Aelsa of Alfheim

( like just imagine Mundilfari and Mani with white blonde hair and lavender starry skin )

[teaboot]

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[potatoplace]

I Look in People's Windows

Cassian x Archeron!Reader (unrequited)

The Afterthought: Chapter 1 | series masterlist

part 2 | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister, saved from the fate of the Cauldron by mere chance. Perhaps having been dumped in those murky waters would have been a better fate for you, when it seems that no one cares for your presence any longer.

Warnings: slut shaming, shitty inner circle (mostly Nesta and Elain), suicidal ideation

Words: ~ 4.2k

Author's Note: ahhhhh I hope you guys like this! I'm really hoping all of this makes sense lol I wrote it in one go. This idea came to me at work and you guys have already shown just the ideaaaa so much love 🫶 enjoy! I'm gonna go listen to Rosie by Rosé nowww -- let me know if you guys want a part two!

18+ only pls

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Gone.

They were gone.

You had been out at the Reeson's home, being courted by their youngest son, Geoffrey. He was very polite, and even walked you back to the manor, your arms clasped together.

If you had to choose a suitor from the village you grew up in, Geoffrey would be the one. He was kind to you and your family, even in the depths of poverty.

It wasn't until you were in the manor, the door swinging shut behind you after you had bid Geoffrey farewell, that you saw it.

The carnage.

Every single maid and butler that you family employed... Slaughtered. Your father was already away on business, having gone to the Continent to meet with the Queens about the looming threat above the wall.

And your sisters... Nesta and Elain... Were missing.

You sprinted out of the manor after checking every room for your siblings, the hem of your pink gown soaked in blood, and ran to the inn in the center of town.

Thankfully the innkeep was kind enough to rent you a room on credit while the men of the night watch removed the bodies, burying them in the village graveyard.

Only a few days later, you were back in the manor, scrubbing every tile, panel, and piece of furniture to rid them of the horrors spilled upon them.

Your sisters were still missing. You had no idea of where they could be taken, besides over the wall, into the land of the fae.

But why? That's what you couldn't understand.

Not until three months later.

Three months later, you opened the door to the manor, met face to face with your youngest sister.

"Feyre!" You exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. She was stiff in your arms, pulling away only a moment later.

Fair enough, you thought. It has been quite a while since I last had the chance to hug her, her new senses may make them less comfortable.

"I was so worried, Nesta and Elain have been missing for months and the entire household staff was- was-" you sobbed, putting your face in your hands.

"Oh, Y/N, it's alright. Nesta and Elain are alive and safe," Feyre reassured you, gentle hands holding your shoulders as the knowledge of their safety calmed you. "But..."

"But...?" You asked, worry washing over you once more.

"I... Really, you should come with me and see for yourself..." Feyre trailed off. "Come to Velaris with me?"

You nodded immediately- if that's where your other sisters are and where Feyre is going, of course you would go. "Take me to them, please."

In the next moment, you were whipping through the fabric of reality, landing in a cozy sitting room.

Nesta and Elain were seated on the couch next to each other, Elain gazing out the window with a dazed look, and Nesta reading a novel of some kind, before her eyes snapped up to see the two of you.

Her eyes narrowed at you, filled with a silvery fire and so much hatred that you could hardly breathe-

Not human.

Fae.

Your other two sisters... are fae.

You blinked in confusion, looking to Feyre for answers.

"Nesta and Elain were... They were taken by Hybern and changed using the Cauldron, Y/N," Feyre whispered into your mind as she guided you out of the sitting room and into a kitchen, and you flinched at the sensation.

"I don't understand, Fey. What... When did all of this happen? What happened?"

Feyre sighed as she sat you at the dining table and began preparing tea. "The war that we warned you about the last time we visited? It happened... And the people we fought against used Nesta and Elain to prove the power of the Cauldron to the Mortal Queens by giving them the gift of being fae. And over the past three months, we fought long, arduous battles- but we prevailed. Elain and Nesta killed their vile king together after-" Feyre paused. "After he killed father."

Your eyes went wide and the world seemed to come to a stopping point-

"Father is-" a choked sob cut you off, tears streaming down your face. "He's dead?"

Feyre nodded, and you collapsed onto the table, sobbing.

You knew that your sisters didn't care much for your father- always saw him as a failure after losing the family's fortune. But you? You had loved him completely, clinging to the one parent that you had the blessing to know. You were so young when your mother passed, not even six years old when illness took her. You hadn't remembered much of the life of luxury the family used to lead, and were content to live in the small hut on the edge of the village, tending to your little herb garden and cooking the meals after Elain had taught you.

And so, you hadn't had the feelings of resentment that your elder sisters had towards him, instead loving each wooden carving your father would make you every year for your birthday.

They even made it into the manor, resting on your bedside table in your room.

And... And now he's dead? Just like that?

You had no idea how much time had passed when Feyre's hand smoothed over your upper back, a small gesture of comfort.

"Let me show you to your room, Y/N," Feyre said gently, her strong arms peeling you off of the table and into an upright position.

You blinked your watery eyes at her and nodded, and let your sister lead you upstairs and into a small bedroom, decorated in pale blues.

You didn't even have the energy to change out of your dress before you collapsed onto the bed into a crying heap, curling in on yourself as you mourned for the father you would never get to see again, never get to say goodbye to.

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The next few months were... Trying, to say the least.

You felt out of place.

At all times. In any setting. Even just sitting with Feyre, you felt like you didn't belong.

It's not that you didn't try to fit in.

You joined Feyre for physical training. There, you felt like you were holding her back- no, you knew you were holding her back. After all, you're only a human.

You brought Elain tea and food at regular intervals, trying to keep her strength up as she stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. You knew she could talk, she just... chose not to with you. That's fine, after all, you can't relate to her situation much. She most likely wants a more understanding ear.

You attempted to talk with Nesta, even sit in the same space at her. But with each time you tried, her fiery gaze grew more and more intense, until you felt she may actually burn you alive with the powers Feyre had informed you she now possessed.

It's not that the inner circle wasn't kind to you, or that they mocked you for your human-ness.

It's that at every moment, you felt different.

When you had your first cycle while living amongst fae, you had went about it as normal. Until breakfast that morning.

Nesta had been glaring at you particularly strongly that morning, until she finally broke. "Why don't you take your iron-scented self upstairs until we finish eating, hmm? I'd rather not feel ill while having breakfast," she snipped at you, her eyes widening in delight when you blushed profusely.

You had excused yourself immediately.

Feyre had explained it away later, telling you that feelings are amplified when you're turned fae.

Nesta never was too fond of you, as she had always blamed you for your mother's death and the subsequent loss of the family fortune. She thought that having you just under a year after having Feyre was what made her body susceptible to the diseases and illnesses running rampant in the village that fateful year.

It's not as though I chose to be born so soon...

Worse even than knowing that everyone around you could smell when your cycle hit... was their hearing.

You had... a small crush on Cassian, to say the least.

It had all started when he was kind to you one day at training, having taken over for Feyre while she was away for court business. He corrected your form gently, giving pointers for how to protect yourself better from blows.

Each gentle touch made your heart race, and the kind praise he gave you made your face flush.

It's not that you wanted to like him.

You couldn't help it.

He was so handsome and kind, and could always find a way to make you laugh, or at least smile. And he chose to talk to you, which was more than you could say for the rest of the inner circle.

On the first Winter Solstice you spent in Velaris, Feyre came into your room before breakfast.

"I wanted to talk to you..." Feyre started gently, sitting down on your bed next to you while you braided your hair.

"About what?" You asked, tying off the braid and turning to face your sister.

"Cassian."

Your cheeks heated in an instant, pulse quickening just at the mention of his name. "What about him?"

"I know that... I know you have a crush, Y/N, but you need to let it go," Feyre said softly, a careful hand placed on your arm.

"I- so what if I like him? It's not like I'm acting on it-"

"That's not what it's about, Y/N, it's that he and Nesta are mates," Feyre explained.

Mates?

"Oh, I-" you paused, a renewed sense of heat filling your face. "I don't even really like him like that, Fey, I just... I can't help how I react around him," you whispered, hoping beyond hope that no one else was listening in.

"Just try, okay? It's for the best, really, Y/N. Fae and humans aren't really... Meant to be," Feyre said, eyes looking away from you.

Oh. Of course. You're just a little human, of course a fae wouldn't be interested in you...

So you did. You did your absolute best to get over your reactions to Cassian, to stuff any possible feelings down, down, down.

Nothing was enough, though. Not even knowing that Cassian and Nesta were gone for an entire week, consummating the mating bond.

When they returned, you were sitting in the living room of the River House, staring into the fire and drinking a cup of tea.

That was the one activity you did that bothered no one.

But the moment you saw Cassian's handsome face, a soft smile on it thrown your way, your heartbeat picked up, color rushing to your cheeks.

Nesta heard it- of course Nesta would pick out its traitorous rhythm, her eyes narrowing at you, hands raised, silver flames spouting from them, pointed at you-

"Nesta," Cassian sighed, grabbing your sister by the forearms and pulling her attention to him. "Nesta, my love, only you matter to me. Pay her no mind," Cassian soothed, and the flames Nesta had conjured went out, though the fire in her eyes burned hotter than ever as she glared at you.

"Stay away from him, you little whore," Nesta hissed at you before pulling Cassian out of the room and into the kitchen, where the rest of your family was gathered.

You simply pulled your legs up onto the couch in front of you, wrapping your arms around them as you went back to gazing into the fire.

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The Spring Equinox came and went, bringing with it the return of Lucien, Elain's mate and Feyre's dear friend.

You were like a ghost these days, drifting down hallways with no destination in mind, just the desire to not bother anyone further.

You excused yourself from all family dinners beyond those you were expected to attend around holidays, thinking it would be easier to bear than the constant feeling of not belonging.

It wasn't.

But it was preferable to the burning weight of Nesta's hatred, and Elain's new distaste for you.

Training with Feyre had stopped months ago, her schedule becoming more hectic as she let Rhys pass some of the burdens of ruling off to her shoulders.

That was fine. You just wanted Feyre to succeed.

So you drifted around aimlessly, sometimes leaving the River House to walk along the Sidra and gaze longingly at couples in tea houses, or meandering through bookstores, running your fingers along the spines and wishing you could read one.

You found yourself back in front of the fireplace on a particularly warm spring day, sipping a cup of tea once again. You would have preferred to take it outside, but Elain was out tending her garden, and you didn't want to bother the one bit of peace she seemed to have.

Not that she was alone, anyways, but your presence always seemed to grate on people's nerves, making them less comfortable.

Lucien was out with her, offering to help her garden as he did every day he stopped by. By now he might have already presented her with whichever courting gift he had picked for her today.

Loud footsteps and then-

Lucien.

He gave you a soft smile, one that you returned.

"How are you today, Y/N?" Lucien asked, as he had taken to doing the last few visits.

"I'm well, thank you Lucien. How are you? Any luck with Elain?"

"No luck with the gardening, though today she accepted my courting gift: a bag of flower bulbs from the Day Court," Lucien said with a proud smile.

"Congratulations! Now you know what will get you into her heart," you said with a grin, truly happy for the male in front of you. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Thank you, Y/N, I would love one," Lucien replied, summoning a cup of his own and letting you pour out a helping of the lovely floral blend you had made into it. "I hope she will be open to pursuing the mating bond, or at the very least being friends..." He sighed. "What do you think?"

You blinked at him, surprised. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Lucien said playfully. "You are my mate's sister after all."

"Oh, well... I don't... We don't really talk much anymore," you explained. "I'm sorry."

Lucien merely shook his head at your apology. "No, don't apologize, Y/N, I was just hoping you may have more insight than I do. But enough about me, what have you been up to recently?"

"Oh, not much," you replied, wracking your brain for any activities you had done recently to not seem more useless than you already are. "I, uhm... I tried out a new soup recipe a few days ago, everyone seemed to like it..."

"Really? What kind?" Lucien asked, and you could almost believe that he was interested.

"It was a creamy soup, with sausage, potatoes, and-"

"What are you doing?!" Elain hissed, a pair of pruning shears pointed in your direction. "First you go after Nesta's mate, and now mine?" She seethed, stalking towards the two of you. Elain walked past Lucien and held the shears up to your face. "Get out, you whore. Stay away from my mate!"

You were up in an instant, flying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You locked the door behind you, but you knew that if Elain wanted to get in, she could.

She would probably cut my head off with the shears...

You grabbed a spare blanket off of the chair in your room, as well as a pillow from your bed and made your way into the bathroom, where you curled into yourself in the bathtub.

No reason to make more of a mess when she does decide to kill you...

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Seven months.

Seven months and no one noticed that you had completely withdrawn, only leaving your bedroom when you absolutely had to.

No longer did you attempt to cook dinner for the inner circle. Not that they had ever liked what you made anyways...

No longer did you take your walks along the Sidra.

No longer did you sit in front of the fireplace, sipping tea and taking up as little space as possible.

But Bounty Day was coming up. The one holiday that you had cared was nearly here, and you wanted to celebrate it the way your family never had.

You wanted to roast a turkey and a boar, mash potatoes and sauté green beans. You wanted to try your hand at the delicious cheese and pasta dish Feyre adored from Sevenda's. You wanted to bake and bake and bake, until there was one of everyone's favorite desserts available.

You just needed permission. Which was why you were standing outside of Feyre's study door, hand poised to knock.

"Come in, Y/N," Feyre said from inside, loud enough that even your ears could hear her.

You peeked in sheepishly, eyes landing on where Feyre's hand was gliding across a sheet of paper, writing something out.

"Is this a bad time?" You asked quietly, wondering if you should have just stayed in your room.

Feyre sighed, and set down her quill. "No, not at all. Come in, sit, Y/N."

You did as she said, taking a seat in the low backed leather chair in front of her desk. "I... I wanted to run an idea by you...?"

"What kind of idea?" Feyre asked wearily.

"Well... Bounty Day is coming up, I thought... I thought it would be nice for all of us to celebrate. As a family."

Feyre blinked at you, her eyes losing some of their clarity for a few seconds, a look that you knew meant she was conversing with her mate. "I suppose that would be doable, Y/N, I'll make sure everyone knows. We would only be able to have it at the House of Wind, though, there's a few things that need to be done around here before we host a holiday."

A spark of hope lit up in your chest. "That would be perfect, Fey!"

Feyre smiled at you. "You can have Nuala and Cerridwen help you purchase everything, and with any preparation or cooking if you'd like."

"That would be very helpful, I'll make sure to ask them for their help and input."

"Good, I'm glad that that's settled. Did you need anything else from me?" Feyre had already picked her quill up again, continuing whatever thought you had stopped her in before.

"Oh, no. I'll be fine, thank you Feyre."

You felt... Dismissed. But at least you have permission to celebrate the day.

Over the next week, you worked tirelessly to get the ingredients you needed, even asking the meat vendors for a fae-palate worthy recipe.

You were sure your old recipes would be no good... Each one you had made for the inner circle was met with thinly veiled disgust.

And Sevenda's recipe- you were so thankful that the other female had taken pity on you and given you a copy of her recipe after you promised to share it with no one, ever.

Cerridwen had helped you read each recipe, both of you making sure that you knew the recipes by heart so you wouldn't have to rely on the mess of letters that you were no closer to understanding than you were before your family's status had changed.

Slowly but surely, you were putting together a feast that would put the one you had two years ago in the mortal lands to shame.

As you had hoped, you made a favorite dessert of each inner circle member, nine in total. You just hope that they don't go uneaten, or with only a small slice out of each one...

You woke at dawn that morning, pulling yourself into the bath and getting clean before you donned a cream colored dress, cut in the current human fashion. You had yet to wear a piece of Night Court fashion, feeling much more comfortable covered up, hidden.

Nuala shadow-walked you up to the House, a change of clothes in the bag over your shoulder. She only left when you insisted that you had the cooking covered and that you would be fine.

All day, you worked to bring Bounty Day to life around you, the delicious smells of roasting meats filling the House.

You hadn't felt so at peace in... A long while. Before your sisters were taken. Perhaps even before Feyre was taken...

Afternoon came and went in a blur of basting the turkey and turning the boar roast over the fire, your body flushed from the blazing heat as you worked.

As the final hour rolled around, you were able to change into your formal dress, a calf length pale pink wrap dress with long sleeves. You had picked this dress out months ago with Feyre, when she had insisted you needed to buy clothing of your own, and find things that you liked. This one, you liked. It was your favorite color, and the fabric was buttery soft under your fingers. You pulled on some slippers in a matching color and made your way back to the main hall, where you set the table meticulously, making sure everything was in its correct place.

Now for the most difficult part, in your opinion: transferring everything to the dining table without it cooling off too quickly.

You moved the food as fast as you were able, the turkey and boar left in the kitchen until the last moment, when you would have one of the males carve them for you.

Six o'clock rolled around, the time Feyre had agreed to, and no one had arrived. You poured yourself a small glass of wine and took a seat at the table, slowly sipping your drink as you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The food was lukewarm now, at seven.

The anxiety pooling in your gut had you back in the kitchen, carving meat from bone until your hands were sore.

Still, no one had arrived when you brought the platters of meat onto the table, a feast laid out with no one to eat it.

At eight, you were exhausted. Exhausted from working yourself more than you had in months. Exhausted from hoping, only for those hopes to be extinguished so quickly. Exhausted from living in a place you don't belong.

You sighed and pushed yourself out of your chair. On tired legs, you made your way to the front door of the House.

No way in hell would you be accused of trying to steal someone's mate again, accused of lying in wait all night to seduce Cassian if you were to stay in one of the guest rooms.

So the ten thousand steps down was your only choice.

The first thousand was easy enough, though the wind had chilled you to the bone already, the night's icy fingers extending around your heart as well.

By the time you were halfway down, you sobbed with each step.

How? How could they have all forgotten? Even Feyre...

On numbed legs, you finished your descent. But where to now...?

The only place you could belong was the River House... The only place in Prythian that you could ever belong, as a human.

You sniffled and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, attempting to keep any amount of warmth in your body as you carefully walked across the icy path along the Sidra.

The wind was bitter here too, but you had the babble of water to keep you company, the most pleasant friend you had.

The River House came in to view, lit up from within with bursts of faelight. The chimney let out pleasant puffs of smoke, a clear sign people are inside.

You stopped in your tracks.

Past Elain's garden and through the back window of the River House, you could see them.

All of them.

They were sat around the dining table, eating and drinking merrily together, enjoying each other's company.

And then there was you. Half-frozen from the weather and completely iced over inside.

You don't belong here.

Your body turned on its own, your mind so wrapped in itself that you hardly noticed where you were going.

All you knew was you needed out.

Out of this city.

Out of this life you were forced into.

Out of this family.

You need out.

Your feet carried you to the edge of Velaris, the exit of the city that lead to the wilds of the Night Court.

You don't belong in Prythian. You belong in the human lands.

The boundary of Velaris passed under your feet as you continued walking, hardly feeling anything at all now.

Your fingers were numb, as were your toes and bottoms of your feet. Your arms were nearing the same sensation.

Good.

Perhaps the numbness that had overtaken your heart would consume the rest of you.

The only person left who cared, doesn't care now.

You don't care, not anymore.

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[harunayuuka2060]

Remington: I offer my most profound and sincere apologies for the actions of my subordinates. Their conduct, regrettably, reflects a lamentable deficiency in refinement and sophistication, a consequence, no doubt, of their humble and unprivileged station in life. One can scarcely hold them entirely accountable, given the limitations imposed by their modest origins.

MC: *hides their disgust as Remington holds their hand while he speaks*

MC: *smiles* Apologizing on behalf of your subordinates—you must have been raised in a good household.

Remington: *chuckles* One might indeed concede to such an observation, for it is not without merit. As the progeny of a fae, my maternal lineage has bestowed upon me an innate understanding of elegance and the art of refinement.

MC: His mother is a fae, and yet I see no resemblance. He should at least have pointed ears like Sebek.

MC: ...

MC: By the way, Remington, I hope you don't mind if I ask my friend to join us? He seems uncomfortable with the presence of the Arcane Hunters.

Remington: I'm sorry, my dear, but I have to decline. You have no idea what S.T.Y.X. technology is capable of, and besides, he's a living... threat.

MC: I see. In any case, I couldn't help but be curious about your motives.

Remington: I would describe it as... nothing more than a fleeting dream, a quiet aspiration that once took root in my mind.

Remington: It was a vision of liberation, to see all the overblot beings freed from the oppressive chains of S.T.Y.X. 

MC and Ortho: !

Ortho: Is he serious?

MC: ...

MC: You have quite an interesting perspective. May I ask why you wish to free them?

Remington: *sighs dramatically, lets go of their hand, and walks a few steps ahead, seemingly recalling something from the past*

Remington: My mother was taken by S.T.Y.X, seized by force, and from that day forward, she never returned. The memory of her arrest lingers, a wound that refuses to heal, a reminder of the cruelty and injustice that took her from me.

MC: ...

MC: He's not lying; however,...

MC: ...

MC: No wonder...

Ortho: Eh? MC...?

Idia: Huh? What? They're showing him sympathy?

Ruggie: They're not... They're not actually convinced by what he said, right? He was obviously lying!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Could it be that my child has uncovered something about Ashford?

Idia: I wonder what it is for them to act dumb.

Ruggie: Hmph.

Remington: Oh, how delightful that you grasp the essence of my intentions! Indeed, the fae are renowned for their boundless kindness and grace. Given that, might I dare to hope, my dearest, that you would lend your support to my designs to dismantle S.T.Y.X? 

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* Yes, Remington. I will give you my support.

Ortho: EH?!!!

Idia: Time! Time! They said—What?!

Malleus: ...

Ruggie: O-Oi! What are you playing?!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I see.

Malleus: Shroud.

Idia: What?

Malleus: Can I ask you... not to interfere with my child's plans?

Idia: Huh?! You're asking the impossible!

Malleus: I believe it's not enough for them to simply escape their current situation.

Ruggie: They're dealing with Arcane Hunters! It's not the time to be—

Idia: ...

Idia: Wait. You're right.

Ruggie: You too, Idia?!

Ortho: MC! What was that about?!

MC: Please lower your voice, Ortho.

Ortho: ...

Ortho: You're not actually going to do it... Right?

MC: *chuckles* Was I that convincing?

Ortho: ...

Ortho: Then... why did you say that you would help him?

MC: He may seem like a fool, but he's a meticulous planner. If he doesn't get his way, he'll do something even worse.

MC: That's why *smiles*, we should let him act on his delusions.

Ortho: !!!

Ortho: *giggles* I see... Do you need me to act as well?

MC: Please do. *chuckles*

[thefatesofspring]

Feyre being the root cause as to why Nesta & the IC didn’t get off on a good foot originally is actually crazy.

Now that’s not to say she is the only cause because she definitely is not but she is the one who set the tone.

Especially when you realise that when she went back over the wall for Tamlin one of the last conversations Feyre had with Nesta was how Rhysand placed a decapitated head on the statue in the spring court garden & how he held her mind against her will & then she turns up months later after 0 contact with the very same male she said committed these heinous acts.

Like I don’t think people actually understand how insane that would look to anyone, not just Nesta and then Feyre only ever tells Rhysand & the inner circle Nesta supposedly never did anything, she complained, spent the money & was cruel…when more time Nesta was the one who took care of the household, she began learning how to use a bow & arrow to help Feyre with hunting, she was the one who went to the wall for Feyre, she was the one that told Feyre she wanted a better relationship with her. So Feyre conveniently “forgetting” to not mention the good of either side gives off that “I’m the only one who can be a victim” & “woe is me” bullshit she keeps doing.

Yet Feyre only ever told each side the negatives & wondered why neither were receptive to each other & to top it all off Feyre comes back as fae & acts like it’s the most normal thing in the world & her attitude & arrogance is even worse than before.

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

How would NRC (only 18+ characters) react to their fem s/o texting them "Come here, I'm horny"?

I'm so sorry these are so short. Your girls getting a bit burnt out as of late for some reason. Anyways, I hope you like them <33

Warnings: MDNI, fem reader, suggestive but not really smutty, mentions of boners.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,130.

Trey Clover

Trey was working on frosting a cake with Riddle when he received the text from you. And thankfully Riddle was short because he damn near choked at the message. A blunt, “Come. I'm horny." Was all you had sent.

However, catering to your needs, he let Riddle know something important had come up and he had to go tend to a leak in your roof. Riddle of course sensing the urgency had nodded with a simple; “Go, I can manage the frosting." Trey felt no remorse for fibbing to his friend and dorm leader, and went off to find you at Ramshackle.

Entering the broken down household he smiled gingerly over at you. "You needed me, peach? Go and lay back on the bed. I'll take care of you."

Cater Diamond

Cater was at the Light Music club when you texted him, and just in case it was urgent or some spicy drama from magicam had checked his phone right away. It was spicy, just in a way he hadn't thought it'd be. His face slowly flushed a red, gaining the attention of Kalim, who had asked if he was okay.

Cater cleared his throat, nodding. “Uh… Yes! Ah haha, I'm okay! Sorry, I just got distracted there for a minute.” While Kalim was none the wiser, the old fae on the other hand, was.

After he finished the club Cater quickly made his way to your dorm, shoving open your door he crawled over you, leaning down to press a searing kiss against you. “Hahh.. Babydoll, you can't just text me like that out of the blue!”

Leona Kingscholar

You really think this man was anywhere but napping?

He was less than amused to stir awake from his phone going off, alerting him of a text message. And for a moment he wasn't going to even answer it, rather he'd just roll over and go back to bed but something prompted him to pick up that phone and boy was he glad he did.

A smirk formed across his face and he texted back a simple “Omw" before rolling out of bed, hair messy and clothes disheveled before making his way to your dorm. He was there in record time, falling across your bed and grasping your hips to make you straddle him. Yeah, some pussy was definitely better than sleeping.

“Feeling like a whore? Then sit on this cock and take it like a good girl."

Vil Schoenheit

He was at a photoshoot when you texted him. He'd frowned slightly at your blunt order but underneath was particularly amused. His little potato needed him?

"You're going to have to wait, lovely. Photoshoot is almost over.” He could almost feel the way your lips puckered into a pout on the other side of the phone as he got back into position for another photo after his short break. Thirty minutes later he was leaving the photoshoot.

And fifty minutes later he was coming into your dorm room, sliding off his shoes and over coat before leaning over you on the bed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I'm sorry for being so long. Let me make it up to you, potato.” He dragged your hand up his leg onto the crotch of his pants, before moving to straddle you.

Rook Hunt

Was enjoying nature up in a tree when his phone buzzed in his pocket. On pulling it out and seeing your text message, you received back a slur of French, with a few heart Emojis after them. “English, Rook." His lips quirked at your sass. “On my way as we speak, Mon amour." He texted back, pocketing his phone before climbing down the tree.

Fast on his feet and in the area, Rook arrived at Ramshackle within five minutes. He hung his coat on the coat wrack and took off his shoes before padding up to your room.

“My petite amour, I have arrived.” He cupped your face, pressing light kisses against your chin and jaw. "Do tell me which part of me you crave first, Mon lapin.”

Idia Shroud

Thankfully Idia was in his room like always when he received your text. Instant red face. (And instant Idia jr peaking up but we don't talk about that) Almost thought you were tweaking or had text the wrong person, despite being your lover. However after getting his shit together he texts you back.

“Can you come here? I.. Might be in a predicament where I am unable to leave my room for a while."

When you came to his dorm instead of the other way around he had a pillow over his lap and his face and hair were both a light red in color. Grasping onto the pillow you pulled it off and crawled onto his bed after shutting and locking his door. Idia’s hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you down to straddle him. “Eheheh.. You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He grinned against your throat, before biting down on your shoulder to leave a hickey.

Malleus Draconia

Remains stone faced despite the very obvious tent rising in his trousers. If his tail were to be out it would've been wagging in slight excitement. Out of everyone, you might just be the only person to be able to boss around and command the prince of briar valley.

“You wish to mate with me? I will be over immediately, child of man." It takes him a moment to answer you. Not because he didn't see the message but because he still doesn't know how to use a phone that well still. Please be patient, he is very happy.

Appears outside your dorm as soon as he texts you back, eagerly knocking on your door in a beckon for you to let him in. As soon as you open the door he is grabbing you by the hips, guiding you against him. “My dearest peony, do feel free to seek me out everytime you have these feelings. I will be more than obliged to assist you.”

Lilia Vanrogue

Doesn't even answer your message. He was in history and then all of a sudden he was floating upside down in front of you. An amused look was on his face though despite the little grin his eyes were foggy with lust.

“Oh my what do we have here? Couldn't even keep your hands out of your panties in the short time it took me to get here? Fufufu~ let's have a look now, hmm?"

Lilia eagerly slots himself between your legs like he's always belonged there, nibbling and nipping at your legs as he makes his way up. “You taste exquisite, and I haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”