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A GUIDE FOR YOUNG LADIES ENTERING THE SERVICE OF THE FAIRIES, by Rosamund Hodge


I.

This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.


II.

Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?

(The difference is less and more than you might think.)

Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.

III.

Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.

It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.

IV.

Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.

You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.

I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.

V.

Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.

Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.

In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.

VI.

You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.

If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.

Say yes.

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some facts

npcdeath:

fairies

  • actually assholes
  • gossipers
  • probably laughing at you
  • diet is composed entirely of sugar
  • steals the sound from bells
  • will trip you with invisible thread and go through your pockets for anything shiny

shadow people

  • just chilling
  • very shy
  • doesnt really mean to look that creepy
  • responsible for the absence of that snack you dont remember eating
  • hums lullabies to help you sleep even though you cant hear them

demons

  • always chaotic neutral
  • out of the corner of your eye it looks like theyre grinning but every time you sneak a glance theyre straight faced
  • takes up as many seats as possible on public transport
  • wears polished dress shoes or sneakers that have been falling apart since 1980. nothing in between
  • pickpockets luck & causes minor inconveniences

hellhounds

  • just like regular dogs, only with more fire & teeth

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false-dawn:

queer-femme-romulan:

evaunit-05:

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

^^^ that part

Hi.. I’d like to request prompt 1. Accidental marriage for stackson. Thank you :)

inell:

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Sealed with a Kiss. Jackson/Stiles. Adult.

The fairies seem to like to Stiles, and, unfortunately, the only other person they’ll even let around him is Jackson Whittemore, who he totally doesn’t have feelings for at all. Nope. Not at all.

Disney’s got it all wrong. Fairies are malicious and evil, not cute Tinkerbells who fly around being all feisty and jealous. No, the fairies they’ve been dealing with in Beacon Hills are annoying troublemakers. They aren’t even as bad as some groups, according to Deaton’s vague mutterings, but Stiles is sick and tired of them being in his town causing chaos. The worst bit? They seem to like him, so they’re constantly around. He’s really lucky that they didn’t show up until after graduation, because he couldn’t possibly have gone to school with a crowd of flying maniacs around him. As it is, he’s been stuck on his own the first three weeks of summer because the fairies don’t like anyone in the pack and always attack them whenever they get too close.

No, that’s not true. There’s one member of the pack they like, but it has to be Stiles’ least favorite pack member, so it doesn’t really help him that much. Maybe if Jackson had kept his smug ass back in London, the fairies would have taken to someone else that Stiles actually likes. But, no, Jackson had to parade back into town to surprise Lydia and Danny at graduation looking like he’d stepped off the runway of an Armani show. To make it even worse, he decided to stay in Beacon Hills because there’s been a fight with his parents, and he’s now on his own, though it’s not like he’s living on the streets or anything. He’s got a trust fund he received access to when he turned eighteen, which Stiles figures is why the fight with his parents happened conveniently after the money was his.

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