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who reaches out to new neighbours
i think it's about 50/50 here. Rhys brings the charm in social scenarios but i think he'd feel like he was imposing his presence on the neighbours (absurd) and they'd probably just want to be left alone. Feyre is a bit more approachable but she has her prickly moments so it depends on the day they move in.
who remembers to buy healthy food
Rhys. man will eat whatever for nutrients.
who remembers to buy junk food
Feyre. though she wasn't raised with the luxury of junk food, she has no problem indulging in it now. and Rhys is happy to spoil her to her heart's content.
who fixes the oven when it breaks
Feyre. she doesn't know how to cook for shit but i peg her as the kind of person who reads instruction manuals when she's bored/out of books. plus, she's not afraid to get her hands dirty and Rhys (if it's not for political/survival purposes) is deffo a neat freak.
who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)
Rhys. total plant/dog/cat mom.
who wakes up earlier
Rhys, but usually because he didn't sleep at all.
who makes the bed
both of them, together.
who makes the coffee
Rhys, but only because Feyre is a grouch without it.
who burns the breakfast
Feyre. like i said. she can't cook for shit. Rhys will still eat that burnt breakfast like it's a feast for gods tho.
how do they let each other know they're leaving the house
i was gonna say something cute like writing notes but then i remembered they can just..... talk into each other's mind lmao.
how do they greet each other when the other gets home
no words, long hug.
who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolate more often
Rhys 100%. his main goal in life is to spoil Feyre and make her blush.
who picks the movie for movie night
i think they do something competitive for choosing rights. like seeing who can fly home the fastest or whoever can fit the most marshmallows in their mouth.
their favourite kind of movie to watch
whodunnits are always a favourite. they make bets on who did it and whoever loses has to do something of the winner's choosing.
who first suggests a pillow fort
Feyre. Rhys is thoroughly amused by the idea but happy to comply.
who builds the pillow fort
Rhys. Feyre gives good oral instructions.
who tries to distract the other during the movie
Feyre, but only if she's losing the whodunnit bet.
who falls asleep first
Feyre. Rhys is a sap, you see, and doesn't want to miss a single second of seeing his wife's face, even if it deprives him of sleep.
who is the big spoon/little spoon
it depends on the night. i want to say Rhys is usually the big spoon but i think he secretly likes being the little spoon.
/Jude and Cardan Housesit for Vivienne. They cuddle. Super fluffy
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Even with all the responsibilities resting on our shoulders, Cardan and I took every opportunity to escape from boring politics. So when Vivienne asked us to “housesit” while she attended a comics convention where Heather had an artist table, we immediately accepted. Heather and her had gotten back together and moved into a bigger place, in a charming residential neighborhood. Apparently, housesitting is a common thing in the mortal world - especially when you have pets, or… plants.
“She’s even growing ragworth!”, Cardan exclaimed as he looked at a planter on the porch.
Cardan was always very excited to visit the mortal world with me. Everything fascinated him. Electricity, for one, was like magic. At first, I had expected him to be awful, pompous, to degrade everything from the human world. I was surprised to find he was genuinely curious. He wanted to try every machine he saw, and was quite sad when I told him that, no, he could not drive a car. That you needed a card to use the ATM - which, obviously, I did not have.
Before we left Elfhame, he kept talking about how excited he was to … watch TV. The first time we went to the mortal world together, after the whole snake-debacle, Heather showed him how to navigate the smart TV to find something to watch. Oak taught him how to make popcorn (“ You can’t watch a movie without popcorn, Uncle Cardan!”). So, we spent the first day of our couple getaway watching movies.
When I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas, Cardan was sprawled on the couch, legs crossed over the coffee table. He had made popcorn, and apparently had already selected a movie.
“So what are we watching?”
I pushed his feet off the table and sat between his legs. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
“The movies are sorted into categories, and there is a “romance” section,” I could feel the grin in his tone. He nuzzled my hair. “I found one called ‘Titanic’.”
I laughed. “Well, this is gonna be interesting.”
“Have you watched it before ?”
“No, everyone knows about it! It was one of my mom’s favorites. Let’s watch it.”
He pressed play.
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I did not see him cry, but I heard a few suppressed sobs. At the end, he was clutching my hand as if to make sure I was still there. He let me pick the next movie. Eventually, I fell asleep in his arms, one of his hands idly playing with my hair.
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When I woke up, we were still on the couch. I was laying on his torso, his chest rising slowly as he slept. As I watched him, I thought about how different from who I thought he was when we had lessons together. How different I am from the person I was back then. I was not afraid of him anymore. Without Balekin and Dain to hurt him, Cardan did not have to try to be as cruel as possible. He had nobody to impress. And while I still did not have the same kind of respect as he did from our people, I was not afraid of living in Faerie.
I was strong.
I survived.
We survived.
I thought about my sister Taryn and her reaction when she learned I married Cardan. Her confusion and disbelief. Did she ever really understand me? We had such different ambitions, but I guess I ended up reaching both of our dreams: I got a place in court, and I fell in love with a faerie.
Cardan shifted, which drew me out of my thoughts. He opened his eyes and smiled down at me.
“Good morning, babe.”
“What?”
“I said good morning.”
“No, what did you call me?”
He looked away and I could have sworn he was blushing. I could not help but feel some kind of sick pride whenever I embarrassed him - the prince who humiliated me, undone by a mere human. It’s not like he did not relish in teasing me, either.
“Huh… ‘babe’. Is this not a name humans use for their lovers? I heard it in one of the movies.”
I moved up and settled in the crook of his arm. I brushed a black curl away and tucked it behind his ear.
“It just surprised me, Cardan. You’re usually so… creative with your nicknames.”
“Am I now.” He still looked embarrassed. I brush my knuckle against his sharp cheekbone.
“I keep a list of my favorites.”
He threw his head back and laughed freely. A smile tugged at my lips as I looked at him.
“I would love to see this list.”
“My current favorite is ‘my darling god’,” I said, then I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “But I love when you call me your queen.”
He raised his eyebrows and smirked. I felt a shiver going down my spine when I realized in what direction his thoughts went.
“You know, ‘my queen’ is also something humans call their female lover. Even if she doesn’t bear the title.”
“I should call you my High Queen then, lest you forget you do bear the title.”
“What about you, Your Highness?” I said teasingly, “High King Cardan Greenbriar, what shall I call you?”
He lifted my chin and brushed a thumb against my cheek, my lips.
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“Sweet little beastling,” whispers the Unseeyn. Putrid breath stings his eyes. “Kept him locked away too too long. We miss you, oh, we miss miss miss you.”
Terror is a living thing in his chest.
Ms. Presley was wrong.
Nails sink deeper; threaten the integrity of his windpipe. Tiny lights blink at the edge of his vision.
There’s giggling in his ear; that horrifying, regurgitating sound from his nightmares.
Ms. Presley was dead wrong—and he’s going to die for it.
Always, he’s been running from the dark. It’s never gotten this close before.
Now it’s here, in his room, wrapping him in shadows. It’s drawing him deeper into blackness, and there are no pills or doctors or blankets to save him from them anymore.
They're going to swallow him up. He’s going to die, right here in this fucking bedroom, before he can tell that bitch, I told you so.
He can’t tell anyone anything anymore, though, he figures.
Cold dark caresses his cheek when his head falls back against something solid, like a chest.
His arms are lead, his legs are crumbling.
Claws catch him just before he hits the carpet; The monster cradles him close, but he can’t make himself fight anymore.
“Oh, our precious Darkling, our sweet sweet boy—
It is time to come home now.”
/ Cardan and Jude join the rest of the family to enjoy Halloween in the Mortal World.
Part of Tales from the Mortal Realm, a collection of random moments in the lives of the Queen and King of Elfhame.
"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"
I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.
"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."
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"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"
I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.
"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."
I saw him prowl towards me through the glass. He slid his arms around my waist, staring at me through my reflection.
Today is October 31st and Oak insisted we join him in celebrating Halloween. Of course, this means we all need costumes. I decided to go as the one character I knew more than anyone else.
Cardan.
I looked through his wardrobe for my outfit. It was quite hard to find a top that was loose enough to account for my breasts, as most of his clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly. I also found a dark blue coat, its collar covered in iridescent feathers. I gave up trying to find pants in his collection, as my hips would never fit, and just wore a pair of black leggings with black combat boots.
"What do you mean, dear Jude?"
"The only thing you love more than booze is yourself."
He raised his brows, making a show of looking offended.
"Your capacity to lie to yourself will always impress me,” he said then plucked a kiss to my temple, “I love you more than I love wine."
I don’t think I will ever get over him being caring . It felt as if he was a completely different person from the boy who would disturb lessons just to get attention.
Cardan turned me to face him, then inspected my face. “Something is missing.” He took my hand and directed me to his personal vanity. He opened the drawer and pulled out some cosmetics. He lined my eyes with kohl and coated my lashes with dark mascara. I suppressed my laugh when I saw he was so concentrated that he had stuck out his tongue. Then, he took out some glittery gold powder and applied it on my cheekbones.
He took a step back to look at his handiwork and smiled.
“And the final touch,” he said as he plucked his crown off his head and put it on my head at an angle, “Voilà!”
I looked at myself in the mirror. I did not bother with any kind of wig. I put my hair up in elaborate braids, letting a few short curls hang in a few places. Yet, even without his signature dark hair, I still looked like him. I made faces at myself in the mirror, trying to get his grin right.
Finally, I got up. “Your turn now, dearest Cardan.”
When Heather learned that Cardan would be coming too, she started suggesting outfits for him. She even went as far as drawing some of them. Something about his otherworldly looks inspired her. Maybe it's the tail, since a lot of her designs included it: a devil, sexy cat man and my personal favorite, a cute puppy.
In the end, I chose my own, petty idea. I walked in the closet and pulled out the outfit I had the servants clean for the occasion.
“A King needs his Queen,” I grinned as I revealed the Queen of Mirth dress and crown.
Cardan threw his head back laughing. “You sure know how to hold a grudge.”
Thankfully, my husband was a team player, and he went with it. Even in this, he looked strikingly handsome. Or pretty, I guess. Unfair.
We landed in Maine in the early afternoon. It was strange to be awake so early, but Cardan did not seem bothered at all. We met up with Vivi, Heather, Oak, Taryn and Garrett at the entrance to FallFest, some kind of harvest festival that was held every October in the local park. It had everything from harvest contests to food stands, a section with typical carnival games, a small hay maze and even a haunted house.
I was not surprised to see my eldest sister dressed up, she went crazy for Halloween every year. Vivienne would dress up for a week straight before Halloween, even when she still lived in Elfhame. She was wearing a tight black bodysuit with a tail and claws as well as a black leather mask with cat ears. Heather dressed up as some kind of … plant lady? She had a short bodysuit made of green ivy leaves, green stockings and a long red wig. Oak was with them, wearing a reddish pink shirt with a big yellow star on it. I can only assume they went for pop-culture references I am unfamiliar with.
The real surprise was seeing my twin Taryn and her quiet lover also dressed up.
"What are you dressed as?", Cardan inquired, cocking his head to the side, "You ought to have dressed as Jude, you have already proved to be so good at it."
I snapped my head at him and slammed my foot as hard as I could on his. He was joking, of course. But the peace between me and Taryn was still fairly new. We mostly kept to ourselves and rarely talked. Garrett was back with the Court of Shadow and we were friendly, but he kept his professional and personal lives completely separated.
Cardan was hopping on one foot, scowling at me like he did not understand why I was upset. Taryn understood, though. She was sheepishly looking at the ground.
"I… I'm sorry for tricking you, Cardan."
I tried finding something to say to end the awkwardness. I wanted Cardan to apologize for what he said, but I knew he would not. Fae don't apologize.
Thankfully, Vivi broke the silence. "C'mon guys, we're here to HAVE FUN!" she complained, "What ARE you two dressed as?"
"Phantom of the Opera." Garrett replied.
"Nerds."
"Says the one dressed up as Catwoman." Garrett mocked.
The bickering continued, though less mean-spirited than Cardan’s original comment, as we walked down the main path. Our first stop was the pumpkin carving station. Each couple got their own pumpkin to carve, though Vivi and Heather’s pumpkin was mostly Oak’s handiwork and the couple making sure he did not stab himself. Taryn and Garrett made some intricate flower design on theirs, Garrett being the one doing the carving of course. As for us, well… Cardan had creative ideas, but no skills with a blade, and my skills were more of the stabbing variety. We settled on giving our pumpkin a traditional jack-o-lantern face.
After the effort of carving pumpkins, we were starving. Oak was complaining, dragging his feet on the ground so much that Vivi and Heathers were holding both of his hands to pull him along. Behind them, I saw Taryn with her arm looped around The Ghost's.
I was suddenly very aware that Cardan and I were the only ones not holding hands.
Nobody knows us here. We needn't keep the appearance of the power couple, together to rule and nothing else.
I took my hand out of the pockets of my borrowed coat and tentatively brushed my fingers against Cardan's hand. I saw him whip his head towards me, and I blushed when I witnessed the surprise in his face. Soon enough, he smiled. One of those smiles he kept for me and only me, blissful and happy. The smile he gives me when we have the time to spend hours cuddled together in bed, enjoying each other's presence.
Cardan took my hand and squeezed. I squeezed back.
We spent the rest of the afternoon eating good food, trying to guess the weight of giant pumpkins and visiting a haunted house. Cardan was fascinated by the weird human traditions and absolutely ecstatic about the food. Pumpkin-spiced flavored food will become the new trend in Elfhame, judging by his reaction.
When the sun started to go down, Taryn and Garrett left for Madoc’s, who decided to try giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Heather and Vivienne had initially volunteered to take Oak trick-or-treating himself, but when one of their friends invited them to a party, we offered to take him instead. Oak was excited to spend more time with me and “Uncle Cardan”.
I had not gone trick-or-treating in...10 years? Maybe 12? Since my parents died. Cardan, obviously, had never gone. So, dressed up as each other, with Oak dressed as some cartoon character, we roamed the residential streets of the city to beg for sweets.
“If it is called ‘trick-or-treat’, does that mean I can make bargains if someone refuses to give me candy?” Cardan asked as we watched Oak go up to a house.
I gave him my best ‘I’ll-strangle-you-if-you-do’ stare. “No. No turning people into cats, no curse making them hear imaginary insects buzzing around their ears.”
“Why is it called trick-or-treat, then?”
Vivienne told me they had to explain this to Oak, too, a few weeks ago. Someone at school had mentioned being excited to go trick-or-treating and my brother had been very confused.
“I don’t know.”
Cardan hmmed and smirked, “Perhaps the Folk were involved when the holiday was first established.”
I crossed my arms.
“If that’s the case, not all traditions need to be brought back.”
He laughed at that, then reached around me and pulled me closer to him.
“You win. I won’t trick anyone,” he crooned in my ear, “but I want a kiss for being well behaved.”
I rolled my eyes dramatically. “So needy.”
Once again, I had to remind myself that nobody knows us here. Nobody recognized our costumes today: in the mortal world, dressed as each other, we were only The Guy In An Ugly Dress and Fashionable Emo Boy. Nobody knew we are King and Queen of Elfhame, therefore there are no expectations to be the hedonistic king and his murderous wife.
I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him down. I felt him smile as I captured his lips with mine.
“Ew, gross!” Oak’s voice came from the other end of the driveway, “Stop that, come here.”
Reluctantly, we pulled away from each other and looked towards the house. Oak was in front of the opened door, talking with a couple.
“Honey, look,” the tallest woman exclaimed as we walked down the driveway, “She’s dressed as High King Cardan!”
“Oh my god,” the other one replied, sounding so very human, “that sounds kind of profane. Do you think he would have her hung for this?”
As I looked at the two women, I realized that Oak had stumbled upon the house of a Fae couple. They saw through his glamour, and he saw through theirs.
“This is my sister Jude,” Oak started, “and this is my Uncle Cardan.”
Both females had gone completely still and were staring at Cardan with wide eyes. Simultaneously, they bowed deeply.
“Forgive us, Your Majesty. We weren’t expecting you.”
“We so rarely see our kind around here,” the shorter one said nervously, “we… wanted to meet who little Oak was with.”
“We have tea, if you would like.”
I dared a glance at Cardan and noticed he seemed amused. Was he delighted to make them uncomfortable?
“That won’t be necessary,” he said as he took my hand, “My wife has us on a tight schedule, we have other houses to visit. Have a nice evening.”
I caught the emphasis on wife and realized they only recognized him as royalty. ‘ Your Majesty ’, singular. I could tell from the two females’ expressions that they also understood their mistake. I felt bad for them knowing they had no ill intent, probably unaware of the situation in Faerie. Yet, I could not help the grin that crept on my face. I worked hard to become High Queen. I fought and killed my way through the ranks, almost dying. Multiple times. I made decisions that will haunt me until the day I die. I am High Queen, and the Folk must know.
“It was nice meeting you,” I say as I take Oak’s hand, “You are welcome to visit us at the palace if you wish.”
My memories from before Faerieland were to blurry, I did not remember getting so much candy. Did Taryn and I get that much? How could we possibly have eaten all of that? Cardan and I each had a smaller bag, only accompanying Oak to some of the doors, but Oak had multiple full bags. Once he went to sleep, Oriana was more than happy to give us some. She had learned how bad candy was for children’s teeth - even little Fae kids. She filled little bags for us to take back to Elfhame.
Like anyone eating candy for the first time, Cardan went a little crazy. He wanted to try everything. Faeries might be different in a lot of ways, but I now have proof that chocolate is addictive even to them.
The High King of Elfhame ate so much candy that he fell asleep on the couch, to the former General’s dismay.
/ Vaughan goes to Terrasen after the war. Third person POV fluffy Elorcan
Lorcan turned around and immediately walked towards where the voice— female, young—came from. He was so disciplined that I almost thought it was a blood-oath order. But Fenrys had told me the three of them were blood-sworn to Aelin, and she was up in her chambers until the start of the festivities. This order was coming from someone else, someone Lorcan just ... obeyed without complaint.
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The castle of Orynth had been decorated in garlands and lights for Yulemas. Little orbs of fire speckled the opalescent towers, glistening like the falling snow. While the castle wasn't in any way back to its former glory, it looked better than it did last year when I soared across the sky, following Maeve's order to find and kill Lorcan.
The war was over for more than a year now. With the blood oath broken, I had nowhere to go. All that freedom, for the first time in centuries, felt so foreign. I traveled all across the continents, picking up random mercenary jobs until I made my way back to Doranelle to empty my coffers.
In the city that was my home for centuries, I found Fenrys Moonbeam, one of my former colleagues. He explained over a pint of ale that, as emissary to Terrasen, he came to Doranelle to discuss trades with Queen Sellene Whitethorn. He was leaving the next day to get back to his new kingdom in time for Yulemas, and offered me to tag along.
With our fae speed, and my ability to scout ahead in my osprey form, the trip to Orynth went well. When we stopped to sleep, Fenrys told me about the war. I had heard rumours, but nothing concrete. He told me about Gavriel and Connall. About Rowan being king of Terrasen, reigning with his mate. Only straight facts, nothing ever too personal. I could tell it still haunted him and kept him awake some nights.
Yet, as we stood in front of the royal palace, I felt like I wasn't ready for whatever else I would learn.
Fenrys led me inside the stone keep, down the main hallway until we reached a room full of couches and low tables. In the back corners, more private seating arrangements seemed to be hidden behind thick forest green curtains.
The white wolf sighed as he beheld the only person in the room, lounging on a large couch, reading. And as I recognized him, I couldn't hide my excitement. "Salvaterre!"
Lorcan looked up, surprised. He stalked up to us and clasped arms with me. Our usual greeting: impersonal, yet familiar.
"Lorcan. I don't use my birth name anymore. It's nice to see you again, Vaughan. "
"He's a LORD now", Fenrys drawled from behind me, earning an eye-roll from the demi-fae, "can you believe that? A lord, and—"
Fenrys was cut off by a voice coming from one of the curtained-off corners.
"Lorcan! She's done eating."
Lorcan turned around and immediately walked towards where the voice - female, young - came from. He was so disciplined that I almost thought it was a blood-oath order. But Fenrys had told me the three of them were blood-sworn to Aelin, and she was up in her chambers until the start of the festivities. This order was coming from someone else, someone Lorcan just... obeyed without complaint.
As he moved aside the curtains, I saw the source of the voice. A dark-haired female was adjusting her dress over her breast, looking down at a bundle of blankets before handing it to Lorcan. He picked it up carefully and kissed the woman's forehead before holding out his arm for her.
The female got up and followed him out of the alcove. This is when I saw what he was holding—a dark-skinned baby with a full head of black hair. No doubt about it, he had to be the father.
When the couple got close enough, I noticed the baby's rounded ears. I looked Lorcan's wife up and down. Fenrys hadn't said anything about Lorcan having a child, or a wife - a HUMAN wife. As if Lorcan's presence here was as much a surprise as my own.
I must have been staring too long, because Lorcan cleared his throat. I started.
"She's taken, Vaughan."
His wife elbowed him in the ribs. He chuckled - CHUCKLED, Gods damn us all - and motioned to the woman. "My wife, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth. The little one is Marion."
I bowed to the lady, who curtsied. I was about to motion for us to sit down to talk when we heard the bells ring for dinner.
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The meal went well. After the second serving of dessert, the younger court members left—baby Marion with the teenager who sat next to Gavriel's son and his wife—and the booze started flowing.
"For fuck's sake Fenrys, can you bark any louder?"
From spending centuries with them, I already knew how they acted drunk. Lorcan's outburst was no surprise: he always got grumpier and hornier than usual. Somehow, those two traits seemed to work in his favour, attracting a specific type of females. Fenrys, like his brother Connall, got loud and flirty. He talked to everyone, he called for shots and made everyone participate in drinking games. Gavriel and Rowan were more quiet - the former was the bummer-drunk while the Hawk had a tendency to fall asleep.
"Majesty, I thought HE wouldn't be invited to holidays! HE RUINS EVERYTHING! " Fenrys exclaimed, equally as loud as before.
Aelin laughed, but it was Lady Elide who answered. "He wasn't. I needed a nanny for Marion."
Everyone exploded in laughter, except Lorcan who frowned but had a hint of a grin. When the laughter died down, the dark-haired lady got up and motioned her husband to do the same.
"Come on, Grandpa. It's bedtime. Good night, everyone."
Lorcan got up with an exaggerated grunt, making his wife chuckle. He followed her towards the door.
"Elide," Fenrys exclaimed with a wink, "Once the old man is asleep, come knock on my door!"
Dark power started to rise around Lorcan as he made to turn around, but the Lady of Perranth put a hand on his back. As if under a spell, Lorcan's shoulders relaxed and his power crawled back inside him as they left the kitchen.
There was no denying it. This woman isn't human. She's a witch.
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