Zahryaofspring​:

Lamentably, mortal alcohol remained lacking in comparison to their spirits, but even she would not be cruel enough to spike the punch with some of the newly brewed fungi concoctions while some relatively decent mortals were present. Instead, she finds herself hanging from a chandelier absentmindedly as she people watches and occasionally sends flicker of magic to cause people to trip and embarrass themselves in front of those they are trying to impress, of spilling their drinks and so on as she sips from the brew. When Yavie all bust manifests next to her, she sends him an affectionate grin as she offers him the bottle as her eyes flicker up to the blinking stars abroad, eyes wide in delight at the sight before turning down to look at the star wistfully. "I think you might have elevated the entire tree with your choice. Next time, though, do invite me to the negotiation please. I would love to watch."

@thegoodfellow location: Christmas Rave, Hakan's Castle notes: treat from sailor moon to the rotted queen

Not one to come to a party empty handed, Yavie had arrived to the castle when the music was reaching its peak. It was a very festive time of year and the elf had managed to pull himself away from the stars for long enough to attend. As he entered the air about the flashing, neon lights seemed to twinkle with an infinite array of blinking stars. "What do you think?" Yavie asked as he produced a crystalline star, within the Astral creature had borrowed some of the essence of polaris to illuminate the festivities and the long nights that followed. "Stars aren't easy to negotiate with but once I explained to her that it was for Christmas she was very receptive. I'm going to put it at the top of the tree."

wadecalhoun​:

          Wade had garnered apprehension over this puerile and fanatical idea the entire night it had been concocted. He’d had his own passions and desires for destroying certain species but had learned, over time from Robin, how the fey had merely wished to live unbothered by society; integrated but never harmed. Theneras’ provocation, their senseless violence against Rome had pulled the trigger and sent a frenzied outlook onto Rome. A zealous approach from hunters who hungered for blood and destruction, intent on blind chaos rather than a pragmatic approach between the blurred lines of those who inflicted harm and those who projected peace. He already flinches as Robin’s wounded visage comes into view, averts his gaze as hands grab a hold of her.

These people, the Eye, are meant to be who he swears a blind allegiance to, but his motives have never been entrenched in mindlessly following a crowd. His story was a simple one, drowned in the blood of innocents, his lifestyle a collateral of the pain inflicted upon him. His family was murdered by a demon, destroyed from the inside out and it was within his due diligence to make that pain matter. Robin had approached him so compassionately when he’d come at her blindly with a knife all those years ago. She may have laughed in his face, defended herself, but she had come to teach him the nuances of species and he had to be grateful to her that Wade had merely survived so long based on her teachings.

Before Robin, Wade had been all ire and sinew; inflicting blind rage on demons and witches; sometimes species who likely weren’t either being caught up in his destructive path. She may not have realized she had honed in his abilities, made him a more adept hunter. He used to be able to brunt the injuries, smile through the stab wounds or vampire bites, broken bones and bloodied noses. Now, he’d learned to avoid them, play into the advantages he’d learned from Robin.

Wade clears his throat as the gaggle of Eye hunters he’d surrounded himself with make a mockery of Robin, laugh in her face. “Maybe she’s right, we dunno what waits inside.“ It’s a pathetic attempt to get them to quit while they’re ahead. The Forest will not welcome strangers and they reside on the border, Robin now a victim to their senseless games. They’re hardly listening to Wade, he’s never been a commanding authority figure and Wade takes a cowardly step back, merely overwhelmed, as he hears the flick of an iron switchblade.

...

Eight paltry words. That is what years of friendship had bought her, that is what the countless times she had saved his life had bought her. Eight fucking words. Eight words he hadn’t even meant. There is no attempt to command his fellow hunters, tension on his shoulders as he prepares to help her. Nothing but eight weakly said words said before stepping back and leaving her to the mercy of a crowd of merciless hunters. Now, more than ever, she understands Zahrya’s hate for humanity, for their weak hearts and loyalties. Now, more than ever, wishes she could keep that hate on her heart, but even now it fades as she looks at Wade an all she can feel is all encompassing grief.

She had thought — She had thought they were friends, she loves him as one. Loves him enough to make him a healing artifact, loves him enough to grant him passage unto their last defense, their last asylum, loves him enough to return to him time and time again to ensure he has been safe, that he was alright. Love and loyalty given freely over the years, because she has a kind heart that only wants to give, and yet all she has gotten as repayment is what? Empty promises to help with the drows, an infiltration when her kind is near extinction and nothing but eight fucking words to try and stop the hunters he has guided into her home.

Robin’s grief is so, that she fails to hear the iron switchblade, fails to see as it is aimed as her as she keeps her betrayed stare at Wade. Fails to do anything but to double in pain as it’s used to gut her as she screams at the searing pain trailing behind the blade. She doesn’t collapse unto herself, as she wishes, doesn’t wail aside from the first scream, keeping herself locked in place as she hears the distant echo of changelings and lycans approaching to hunt for trespassers and makes the decision to give her former friend one last kindness. Eyes raising up to meet Wade as she feels her blood leave her, she gives him a grim, sardonic smile.

“Run, Red Riding Hood, before the wolves and our protectors get you for this, run,” she says, words sharp and painful, coming out as a threat to those who do not know her, but as a warning meant to reach Wade’s ears and his ears alone.

Survive so that you can leave with your choices, traitor.

who? @thanatcsx where? Robin's residence, the Autumn Fields

Before her lays a lavish table, offerings weighting upon it, each more delicious than the last. A feast fit for a king, a welcome fit for a god. The rumors are true, she has found, Death walks amongst Roman and countrymen. After her acceptance by the Múkēs Holt, her council had advised her to reach out to the ancient being, the one that had been spotted amidst the satyr's sordid festivities. With how her domain of influence bowed to his, she could not deny the wisdom on the advice, not when rot and decay followed Death and fed on the corpses of those He collected. She would be remiss not to make contact, and truly, she was rather interested on meeting the god as it is. Leaning back against her seat, Robin gives the table set for the two of them critically, smiling as Genise makes her presence known from the fireplace where she slumbers.

Homely, yet dignified. It is not a feast on the level of Antiquity, but that can come later. For now, she merely wants to introduce herself to the god, merely wants to give him the awareness of her acceptance into her role and what it meant.

"Master of Secrets, Lord of the Sacred Lands, Inpu," Robin's voice resonate as she swirls the goblet on her hand. "Death, I welcome you upon my Autumn's Fields, upon my hearth. I invite you to join me on consuming the fruits of my courts labor. Step into my home, and enjoy my hospitality, He Who Is In The Place of Embalming, my table has been laid for you."

The gift that keeps on giving

who? @wintersaurora​

where? the winter court, aurora’s private sitting room

“You know what, darling? I take back everything I have said over the years regarding your behavior when it comes to the chancellorship,” Robin slides into the room without much of an invitation, used to coming and going around Aurora because of her friendship. Her one month as a chancellor had been enough of a lesson, and she felt the need to retract words she had allowed to slip through the years due to her confrontational demeanor. “Instead I must praise you for handling the work as stellar as you did without becoming jaded. I must admit that this is much more challenging than I anticipated, despite it being equally rewarding.”

who? @arastirmacii where? near the gladiator contest

Robin had been unable to look away from the gladiator contest since it had started, too delighted by the sheer violence of the fistfight to look away. There is something rather fascinating about the raw violence within the bodies of these twinks, and how even with it they are nothing in comparison to the human woman's anger. It is rather stunning, so she walks up to her after the event, not acknowledging the niggling feeling that there was something that wasn't quite right.

"Congratulations, you did very well in comparison to everyone else."

yaviefey​:

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Dark eyes watched as the creature that Robin pulled him from rotted and disintegrated, his skin melted off the bone and Yavie smirked at the effects of the fall eladrin’s rot magic. Violence had hardened something in him, these vampires had been eyeing them all night, this seemed almost inevitable. He’d have to find Hayliel, though considering the nature of the fallen’s blood he didn’t think that the man had much to worry about tonight. More accurate to say would be that Hayliel needed to find him, because Yavie had work to do and planned on having a great deal of fun along the way. 

“Faren left just after the reception started,” Yavie remembered the man dancing with his daughter and the complication emotions that inspired. Grief was there too. He’d have to ask Farenduil what that was all about. The last time he’d seen Meryasek the prince had just walked in on him and Hayliel… Well… They were preoccupied at the time. “I haven’t seen anyone else since things got crazy.” Yavie looked the other up and down, Robin didn’t seem any worse for wear but the night was young.

...

There is a pause as she absorbs Yavie’s words and she nods in understanding, even as her eyes narrow both in consideration and at the lack of response to her question. There is a brief moment of relief at the information that Farenduil is not present amidst the current festivities, but that does not mean nobody else is.

“Are you alright?” she repeats deliberately, not willing to let it go when she had sensed so much pain and misery already. Yavie is her friend, has been her friend for centuries, and she refuses to lose him, not now when she fears she will lose more members of her court before the night is over.

Robin Goodfellow - The Wedding

I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear Someone else is pulling at the strings Something terrible is going down through the entire town Wreaking anarchy and all it brings I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all I curse the name, the one behind it all Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon And sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon

lainxsolus​:

“I’ll be good I promise,” Lain responded obediently, cock practically throbbing at even the tiniest praise sung in her velvety smooth voice. It felt like his brain was short-circuiting when her fingers wrapped around his neck, breath stilling in his lungs as he anticipated Robin’s grip to tighten.  But her touch remains consistent, leaving him wanting much more. “Who says the forest needs to be deserted? I don’t give a fuck who watches,” He boasted, although he would probably change his mind if he knew any members of the pack were observing the act. Who he decided to sleep with was never any of their business. He fully pressed his body up against her’s, giving her hip a squeeze as he hooked her leg around his waist so she could really feel the effect she was having on him.  Lain grinded up against her, pants clinging to his hardness, he let out a shaky breath as his gaze met her’s.  Oh, the things he planned to do to her once they got out of here. 

...

“That is what I like to hear, good boy,” Robin says, a bright grin on her lips as a sense of thrill fills her at the easy response. She wants to push and see how much he is affected by praise, wants to see what he will do if she squeezes down on his throat like he seems to want. She is delighted by the prospect of learning how to pull all sort of noises from this puppy of hers. “Oh, but I am selfish, sweetheart. I want to be the only one to see your face as you come undone,” she coos playfully as she puts just the slightest amount of pressure against his throat as she speaks to prove a point. Her grin widens at the bulge on his pants and she rolls her hips up on unison to his grinding. Eyes meeting Lain, she leans forward to pull him into a quick passionate kiss, before she pulls back and pushes him away enough to step away from the tree. Fingers intertwining with his, she pulls at his arm and drags him out of the park and towards the forest, a soft hum leaving her lips as she hides them from the world and any interruptions. The next few minutes pass away in a flash and she soon finds herself pushing Lain against a tree in a small clearing within New Rome’s boundaries and grabs his shirt, pulling him down into a searing kiss.