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siderealxmelody · 3 years

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Lord Cyril & Lady Lyrah

Inspired by ACOTAR & @thequillandthesword - hope you like it.

Tagging other people who may want to join in the fun as well!

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The Dusk Court was always volatile, it expanded its borders and according to the other courts it held no honor. But then again what could they expect from a court aligned with Death? In a ill-fated border war with the Sunmer Court their capital was overrun and the royal family was killed. The lands have fallen and the people have dispersed to other courts. But the land demands balance and till it given back everyone will suffer.

Cyril was no one, a child that grew up with little in the swamps of the Summer Court. His father was a fisherman and his mother a weaver. He liked to watch his mother work - the knots always hypnotized him.

He loved unraveling them and the first time she stitched his skinned knee - he picked at it till it scared over.

Hurting others came young growing with so little hardened him. If you didn't take what you wanted you died and fed the swamps.

Hurting others gave him a thrill, it always exciting to find the best way to break them. At age 13 he was drafted into the Summer Army - he met the then Prince Rowan. He liked the older fae enough but his constant reprimands of his fighting got old.

By the time he was 300 he had little patience for Rowan and his sermons of honor. Death and pain held no honor - it leveled everyone.

He was languishing in jail awaiting his transfer to the Salt Mines when he saw her. At first he couldn't breath, the music he heard was nothing like he had heard before.

It healed a part of him that he didn't know had been broken. The woman had held his gaze but reluctantly turned away. It was only as he saw her speak to Rowan that it clicked. This was Princess Lyrah, soon to be Queen Consort if the rumors were to believed.

He strained against the chains, trying to get to her - fae didn't marry those who were not their mates. And for a commoner like Lyrah or him to have two? It was virtually unheard of.

Rowan met his gaze and gave him a warning look. Whatever Lyrah was to Rowan didn't matter because she was coming toward him.

Their conversation was brief but the gist was understood - Lyrah had heard music when she'd saw Rowan. But it had not moved her, not like this. Even the few feet she'd been away had made it hard to breathe.

If Rowan was devastated by all of these revelations he didn't show it. All things considered, he was pretty generous, allowing them to meet - to form a mating bond.

Cyril liked to think he wasn't as purposefully antagonizing either. He and Rowan even hunted and spoke civilly on occasion. They didn't discuss what was to come - Rowan had the power here. He could keep Lyrah if he wished.

Who was going to miss someone like him anyway? Cyril was overjoyed to hear when Lyrah began to carry his child.

He stayed up for hours on end imagining the life he could give her. They came from commoners, but the money he was given in the army - well he didn't have many vices. He'd be able to buy them something small - something theirs. Their child wouldn't know hunger or greed. It wouldn't know the hardships and slights either of them had faced growing up.

Rowan had been firm, having her come to see him in her condition wasn't a good idea. Cyril deferred to Lyrah who had reluctantly agreed. There was a history of miscarriage in their family and she wanted to carry their child to term.

He knew something had gone wrong before Rowan had come to him that morning. It was echo of when he'd seen one of his clustermates die in front of him. They'd been 10, and his best friend had come running saying how he'd taken some of the Miller's sugar. He didn't get to say much more - an arrow had been fired through his neck.

Cyril hadn't slept for weeks afterword. Usually fae were born with cluster but he'd been born alone. He had never asked his mother why she had no more children. But the neighboring family had quickly adopted him into their own.

Jasper's death felt like he'd been doused in ice and set on fire - it had been agonizing. He had prayed to the Fire elemental, to never let him experience such a thing again.

It appeared his prayer wasn't answered - Lyrah's death felt worse. He was reaching for his sword when Rowan found him. He wrenched from his grip and begged for forgiveness. This was not what he wished for, truly.

"I will make you feel what I felt tonight Rowan Sunhelm. I will make you beg for death and deny you as you have denied me."

The thrunming in his veins had felt different, Fae didn't make oaths lightly - but he had meant this one. His blood had sang - as if this was the first good decision he'd made in years.

He wasn't surprised when he spent the next 100 years in the Salt Mines. Rowan was a prince he wouldn't beg to a commoner.

It was either by happenstance or divine intervention that he saw Aelin. The music coming from her already held Rowan's tune - this was his new bride.

After that it had been easy to capture her and run. To put every technique he had to use to break her over and over again.

It felt good to hear her scream, he wondered if Lyrah had - if she had begged for mercy from the soldiers of the Winter Court.

He let Rowan find him, bind him. He tried to shift, to become a bird or mouse but the chains followed him. Rowan held a blade in his hands, poisoned no doubt with Nightshade. It enduced horrifying nightmares - he should know, he invented it.

He turned away from, to the growing Dusk. Fae didn't call to other elementals not tied to their court and lands. It was blasphemous - but what did he left to loose?

"I call on you Death, I name you Caedos. Make me your servant - free me."

Rowan looked at him horrified, he staggered backward at the sudden chill that enveloped the tent. This wasn't the chill of winter - skin deep. This one rattled his bones, a cold so deep it hurt.

"Cyril Flamehide, you have been claimed wrongly."

The rune on his wrist denoting his affiliation to Rowan, to The Summer Court faded away. Like maggots feasting on the dead.

Cyril and Rowan stared in shock as the rune of the Dusk Court, of the royal family burned red on his wrist. Rowan stumbled further away, watching numbly as the chains rotted away.

Cyril didn't look at him, just at his wrist and back to Caedos hovering a few feet away.

"Your mother was a Paramour, nothing more, but you carry the royal blood. Tell me what do you wish for? That is my gift to my children - one request to open the doors of death to them."

"I - I ask for Lyrah alive, I ask for our child in her restored to her - to us."

Caedos titled his head and finally vanished. In his place stood Lyrah. She wore the clothes she must of died in - but she was unharmed. She ran to Cyril sobbing into his arms.

Rowan turned away and walked out of the tent. Cyril had heard of the massacre of the Dusk Court family. He had heard of how the people had ran.

He finally understood what he'd been trying to tell everyone since he was a child. Death wasn't the enemy, everything died. It was a tool to save the living, to keep balance.

He would restore the balance, he would restore his kingdom - he'd keep the promises he'd made on those long nights away from his mate and child.

#ayyy i have fae now :)#ooc post #new muse #new muses

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timingmatters · 6 years

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Things we were robbed on and thus need a second movie

1) Covey and Peter baking together

2) cuddling in the coach to choose xmas cookies with Kitty

3) Lara Jean defending Peter when Margot trash talks him, that being the first time she stands up to Margot👀👀

4) Peter baking her cookies as an apology I can’t believe they took that away from me

5) Peter actually wanting to kiss Lara Jean when they were in 7th grade and making a whole ass plan to do it bc he is that extra™️

6) Halloween costumes when they chased each other pretending to throw spells and webs to each other and laughing and running throughout school

7) Peter admitting that he only wanted to fake date her bc he actually liked her, not bc of Gen

8) their first kiss being Lara Jean JUMPING to his arms and putting her legs around his waist and Peter clearly kissing back

9) LJ feeding him in his mouth and him feeling bad about finishing her lunch and buying her food from his money, which he had said in the contract he wouldn’t do *cough* bc that part wasn’t acted at all *cough*

10) Peter’s friends clearly liking her and stating they didn’t like Gen and Peter feeling happy and proud about it

Anyways John Ambrose who?? I need a part 2 bc I need much more Covinsky thanks for coming to my TED Talk

@jennyhan if you give me a book written on Peter’s pov and end it with a flash forward of their wedding (like the end of the sunmer i turned pretty) forget everything at all. All I want is their marriage and see Peter falling in love from his pov

#to all the boys i've loved before #covinsky #lara jean covey #lara jean x peter #peter kavinsky

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time-is-standing · 4 years

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warning: pretty boring, way too long storytime mostly for myself!

My summers were boring and I didn't have any fun stories to tell my classmates or friends until I became somehow a part of this crazy "band" which consisted at the time of my older sister (S), her best friend (L), my boy best friend (B), and L's other friends. Later L's new boyfriend joined (Z) and some of his friends who turned out to have a lot in common with me. The final form of the group is still undefined bacause people come and go, but the first time all of us came together was the summer of '17.

I felt that I found myself along these people, I could be anything I wanted with them and it was so freeing that I got addicted to this feeling, the band and our parties really soon.

I believe the first time the foundation of this friend group (L, B and me) went to a party together was the day after I graduated from high school, almost 3 years ago. Since than we've been to a lot (a LOT) of parties, and started this crazy habit of going on a three-four day holiday to a friend's summer house near a beach.

To be honest, it's a hot mess every single year but we do it anyways.

But last spring to make it more interesting and maybe less crazy, we decided to go to a forest camping house which we had to hike to about 1,5 hours in the mountains before our usual summer holiday to change things up a little.

I was tired, I had an exam that morning so I woke up early and was so stressed out about my semester that I really needed that walk in the forest to empty my head out. But before the hike, we went to a friends' house to put our stuff down (which a boy later brought up the hills to us with a jeep) and to talk a little before the rest of the crew arrived. The start was a little crazy just like usual, but we managed to get to the train station.

The house we were heading to had no wifi, no signal whatsoever. Some people only realised what the lack of technology meant when we arrived at the train station that took us to the path we had to hike later so they fastly downloaded a lot of spotify songs and we all made our last phone calls to parents, partners, friends/family before getting up the train.

This was the most interesting "party" I ever had because of the circumstances.

No modern technology, no chargers, no plugs, some eletricity for the occasional lamps (of course none in the toilet which was a really bad idea because we were planning to get as drunk as it's humaly possible), bugs, and really really cold beds and nights. We had to heat the rooms (each one of them with several beds in them) up with fireplaces which some boys who were drunk as hell, didn't really do a good job of.

Some things are not so clear but the fact that I started drinking around 3pm is crystal clear. We all knew what would happen to me but it seems like I've inherited my male ancestors' genes when it comes to consuming alcohol because I was drunk, yeah, but I didn't feel a single thing the next day while people were sick all over the place.

My fav memories are these:

I believe because I was the youngest there, L gave an order to all of the boys that they have to be kind to me or idk what because the boys were making pancakes for me and they didn't even let me get up the bench I was sitting on, brought it to me and were constantly asking if I need something. It felt heartwarming altough my "adult, strong, independent woman" self was not all over the place about it.

The next one is our love for pewdiepie. Pewds got to me as a part of the "subscribe to pewdiepie" campaigne, and I fell in love shortly after I subbed to him with both of my youtube accounts (because of Z), so we played his songs all the time. That night wasn't any different, I remember going to the crazy and terrifying toilets with L and rapping Dave's parts of Congratulations just to notice that the boy walking out of a bush (?) does the exact same thing. (:D)

I don't want to spoil too much of that night, the conversation between me and B. in which I helped him to his current (and pretty insane) girlfriend, my strange addiction to this other boy, maybe you could call it a platonic love, and so much more I can't even describe with words.

I love these guys so much, and this is the most important. It doesn't matter if we can't meet during quarantine, if we don't have a spring party this year or even the sunmer one if we all live and stay safe and healthy during these dangerous times.

I hope I can write about a really really happy holiday this summer without debates, crying or shouting for once, and I hope I can cherish every moment of it while I can no matter what happens.❤️

#party #holiday #B #Z #L #sister #hills #spring #spring hike #hike #nature #no technology

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