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The Fox and The Fae

Ok so this is my take on a modern day fairytale kind of story. Would you guys like some more chapters? I've currently marked it as a one shot but I'm thinking about adding some other chapters focusing on Alya, Chloe (or Zoe possibly) and maybe some other characters and the deals (or curses) they make with or from Luka.

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Lila looked around with an expression of disgust on her face as she walked down the steps towards the Seine. It was the last place she wanted to be, especially with how unsightly it was but she was desperate. In her mind, she believed that she should be worshiped by all who saw her. She was a goddess and deserved to be treated as such. However, her life was not what she envisioned at all. She was almost 21 and she still wasn't famous or adored. She still wasn't filthy rich or had a hot and rich guy on her arm. The media had no idea who she was and she was working as a lowly advert actress and a small time model when she deserved to be up there with a A listers. Well, that life wasn't good enough for her but she didn't want to have to work for it. Oh no, Lila believed that what she wanted should be handed to her on a silver platter. She was destined to be one of the elite and she knew it. However, her usual methods of cheating and leeching off others didn't working in the way she wanted so she had to come up with something, which is what lead her to The Seine or as she called it the slum area. Paris itself was home to many supernatural creatures and she had tried every trick in the book but they weren't good enough. Nothing was. She had been to several of the supernaturals in the city but they could only offer her charms to briefly improve her luck or a hex that will curse her enemies. Some had offered her spells to bring in some positivity or some had done rituals for her but none of them lasted and she wanted something more effective and permanent. She wanted her name to be remembered forever and for anyone who had tried to cross her to get exactly what they deserve and suffer. Naturally there had been some in her life but one stuck out. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A half breed witch who tried to expose her in their school and was currently living a good life. Well, that wasn't fair which is what lead her to here. Of course, she wouldn't be seen dead here normally but she had tried everything else so now she was going to the place where she knew someone would be able to help her. However, she went in disguise. She couldn't risk been seen here plus the Seine was rough. It was home to the low class humans, witches and worst of all the fae, an extremely attractive race with a reputation worst then werewolves. The fae were treated poorly, forced to live in awful conditions and were labeled as scum, tricksters and other degrading names. Despite this, they were one of the most powerful race when it came to using magic and the only creatures that could give her what she wanted. Due to been very unpopular in Paris, they were hard to find but she had managed to track one down with the help of her sheep, Alya. The fae supposedly lived in a houseboat in the Seine river and was her last hope. However, he had a rep of been a bad guy and been extremely dangerous but Lila didn't care. She wanted her promised life and would do anything to get it. She came to a stop as she saw the boat she was looking for, frowning to herself before she took out a fox tail pendent and put it on. One of the reasons why people didn't like the fae was because of their ability to detect when people were truthful or not. No one quite understood how it worked but faes were said to be able to look into the very soul of people and that made them uncomfortable, which was why Lila had the pendent. It had a powerful charm on that would protect from the fae's truth seeking eyes. Satisfied with it, she stepped over to the boat and climbed onto the gangplank before heading onto the boat. She grimaced at the scattered boxes and papers that littered the deck but shook it off. She walked over to the entrance to the cabin and began to descend down the stairs into darkness.

"Hello?" She called, looking around but she couldn't really see anything. "Is anyone home?"

"Oh, we have a visssstor," A voice hissed, making her jump and look where it came from. Instantly, she saw two glowing eyes that were teal green in color and snakelike.

"I don't recall having any visitors," A second voice added, though this one sounded more human. It was actually a very nice voice. It was softly spoken and almost musical. Almost instantly, she felt her body relax as she walked over, unconsciously drawn to it. Another reason why people hated faes. They were naturally seductive with how they were and how they spoke. "And what do you want?"

Oh, she could listen to that voice all day... but she needed to remember why she was here.

"I..." She mumbled, shaking her off the fog in her mind and putting on her innocent act. "I hear you have the power to give people their hearts desire,"

"Hmm," He replied as she watched. The eyes moved suggesting the fae was getting up before a light came on, revealing a large amount of snake tanks and a young man. Lila studied him as he glanced at her. He was very attractive but the fae were supernaturally beautiful. His hair was black with teal blue highlights and his skin looked slightly tanned. He wore black ripped joggers and a white tank top, showing off his toned arms that had tattoos of snakes going up them. It was clear that the fae had snakelike features too. The most obvious was his eyes but he also had a number of green teal scales across his arms and neck. Lila felt a little uncomfortable as she glanced at him but that discomfort turned to fear as she felt something sliver over her feet. She looked down and screamed as she saw a snake that looked up at her and stuck its tongue out. She felt panic rise as she wanted to kick it but before she could, the fae was in front of her. "Not fond of my reptile friends hmm?"

"I... I'm afraid of snakes," She gasped, actually telling the truth for once. The fae smiled at her before turning away. "Could we go outside?"

"Why? They're not going to bite and most of them aren't poisonous," He replied, looking back at her. That's when she noticed the snake resting around his neck. It would have been beautiful to anyone not afraid of them. It was teal green with dark teal diamonds across it's body and a hood around it's head like a cobra. His eyes searched her features, making her feel like he was searching her soul before they flickered down and landed on her foxtail pendent before he sat back down and glanced at her. "Well, aren't you here for a reason? Tell me what you desire, Little Fox,"

"I... I would like to be famous," She replied, trying to seek shy and meek. "It's been my desire-"

"So you want a little fame?"

"A little fame? I want more then just a little fame!" She gasped, pinching her nose before realizing she almost lose her cool. She took a deep breathe and shot him a smile. Not that he was looking. He was holding one of his snakes and sticking his tongue out at it in a playful manner. It made her feel sick when she saw it was forked. "I mean I want to be the most famous person on the planet if you can do that. I really want my name in every newspaper and to be up there on the red carpet with all of the A listers. I want to be so famous no one will ever forget my name,"

"Interesting," He replied as she took a breathe. "I can definitely do that. Is there anything else you want?"

"Oh yes, there is," She replied, ready to turn on the water works. "T-There's this woman who has been making my life awful since high school. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She use to bully me and she constantly makes it hard for me to reach and work for companies. I'm sure she's had me blacklisted. I can't even order of her website because of this,"

She began to cry, making the fae frown but not for the reasons she thought. He heard the name Marinette Dupain-Cheng before. He was sure she was a friend of his sister and Juleka had said she was nice. He turned his attention to Lila. Depending on what she said depended on what he could do.

"I'm sorry... I just..." She sniffed. "I j-just want her to finally get what she deserves. I've tried to be the bigger person but... she just doesn't stop,"

"I see," He replied, frowning. He wasn't sure he believed her but he couldn't tell with her pendent on. Luckily, she had said 'get what she deserved' which meant he could easily work it so he doesn't harm her. 'Getting what she deserves' can be considered a grey area, meaning he can do anything he wanted as long as he deemed it 'what she deserved'. Yes, he could still honor the contract without harming anyone. Sure, he had cursed a few people but he didn't like to if he didn't have to. "Well, I can easily do those things. Fame and fortune. It's yours and getting even with this person. Easily done,"

"Really?" She gasped, surprised. "When can you do it?"

"I can start immediately. Of course, it will take a little time for your fame to skyrocket but I promise it will," He replied, making her frown a little. "It's only natural that I have to make some spells and pull some strings but of course, none of this can happen until we've discussed a price that is,"

"A Price?" She questioned surprised. She had heard Faes didn't charge a fee. "I was unaware,"

"Of course, my services don't come free," He replied, smirking. She frowned as if she hadn't expected that. "All magic comes with a price, Lila and fae magic is typical expensive,"

"Expensive?" She echoed. "I don't have a lot of money,"

"My price is fairly simple in it's nature but still rather costly," He replied, waving his hand. A contract appeared out of thin air, making Lila gasp. "€150. Once you sign the contract, it can't be altered or amended,"

"That's all?" She asked, making him nod. She would have to live with all her fame and her enemies getting what they deserve. It sounded like a fair price to her. "That seems pretty cheap and fair to me,"

"Then if you're satisfied, sign the contract," He smiled, holding out a pen. Lila snatched it out of his hand and grabbed the paper, signing on the line at the bottom. As soon as she did, the contract and pen appeared in the fae's hand. "Excellent! Glad to do business with you, Little Fox,"

"Oh thank you so much!" She gasped, smiling before she left as he smiled back. As soon as she did, the smile left his face as his snake moved around his neck.

"She wass wearing a protection amulet," The snake hissed. "Are we sure she's telling the truth? Should we grant her wissh, Luka?"

"A deal is a deal, Sass," He replied, folding up the contract and putting it with the others he had. "She will have her fame and Miss Dupain-Cheng will get everything she deserves,"

~A Couple of Weeks Later~

Since making the deal with the fae, Lila's life had dramatically improved. She went from been a barely known actress to an A-star Celebrity. Woman wanted to be her and men wanted her. She had adoring fans who screamed her name and cried when she walked past. She had landed herself in a relationship with a pretty handsome man. She was on top of the world and richer then she had ever imagined. She had it all but it wasn't enough. She could have all the money and fame in the world and it would still not be enough because Marinette Dupain-Cheng hadn't suffered yet. Her business was still successful. She hadn't been made an example of nor had she disappeared of the face of the earth. If anything, she was getting more popular. To say Lila wasn't happy was an understatement. Sure, the fae had told her that it would take sometime but she wanted her nemesis to fall now! Which was why she was storming towards the fae's boathouse to demand he destroy her life. She stormed onto the boat and stalked into the living area, where the fae was sat with his snakes.

"Hello, Little Fox," He stated, making her glare at him. "Something wrong?"

"Wrong?!" She screeched, making him frown. "Wrong?! You were suppose to punish Marinette and make her suffer!"

"Hmm I don't recall that been in the contract," He replied, making her grit her teeth. "But I don't really see the issue. You have your fame and fortune. Why fixate on Marinette?"

"Because I want her to suffer!" She screamed, stamping her foot before she pointed at him. "That was part of our deal! You need to honor it! My wish was for her to suffer!"

"Incorrect," He replied, causing their contract to appear in a puff of teal smoke. "I have it right here and it states 'I want Marinette to get what she deserves' nothing more, nothing less. Since you failed to specify exactly what that was, I decided the best course of action was to leave her alone since that's what she deserved,"

"What?!" She screamed. "You useless puck!"

The entire room's feeling changed as soon as that word left her mouth. The term puck was considered extremely offensive against the fae. It basically implied that they were nothing but pranksters and trouble makers. The fae's eyes turned green and more snakelike as Lila stepped back, realizing her mistake before she ran out of the boathouse. The fae's eyes narrowed as he watched her scamper out. She thought she could run from him but that wouldn't help her. He had cursed people for less.

"Luka," Sass's voice made him look over and stroke the snake's chin. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, Sass," He replied, looking at the contract in his hand. "Isn't the first time and won't be the last I've been called that but like the last time, her deed won't go unpunished,"

"What do you intend to do?"

"Lila asked for fame and for this girl to get what she deserved right?" He answered, making the snake nod. "Well then I think Miss Rossi should get exactly that. By the time, I'm done with her, she'll wish she never met me but first I think it's time I paid Miss Dupain-Cheng a visit to determine exactly what she deserves. Though I have a feeling it won't be what Lila envisioned,"

"And the fame part?"

"Oh, I'll give her a week to enjoy her new lifestyle while I deal with the second part of her contract. Once that's done, Lila will go down in history. Everyone will know her name and never forget her," Luka replied, making the snake look at him but the devious smirk on his lips told him that it was as simple as Lila been famous for been an actress. "She will get exactly what she wanted whenever she wants it or not,"

"She'll learn the hard way why one should not make themselves the enemy of a fae,"

~Marinette's Shop~

Marinette hummed to herself as she flicked through the magazine she was reading. Lila had been on the front cover but despite what people now believed about her, Marinette wasn't mad. She was actually happy for Lila. She had never wanted to be her enemy and just didn't get why the girl couldn't be honest. Even after Lila had tried to destroy her, Marinette had given her a second chance. Come clean to the class and all will be forgiven. She had done the same with Chloe so she could do the same with Lila. Unfortunately Lila decided not to and proceed to turn almost everyone against Marinette. Something that lasted through her adult life too. Even after they had left school and moved on their careers, Lila chose to slam her at every chance she could. Whenever it was a snide comment when she saw her, whispering horrible rumors about her to her ex best friend who would then post said rumors on her news blog or just leaving a bad review on her shop, Lila was determined to ruin her. Luckily, she still had a small number on her side but she had lost a lot of 'friends' to Lila over the years but she guessed they weren't her true friends anyway. If they were, they wouldn't have believed Lila nor encouraged her to do the embarrassing and frankly creepy things in her attempt to get the attention of Adrien Agreste, one of the few faes in the city who weren't treated badly. That was probably because he was rich and part of the seelie court, which was also known as the summer court but he didn't stay by her side, despite insisting he was. No, he insisted she take the 'high road' and got annoyed at her when she decided not after losing her crush on him. Honestly, she didn't see what her younger self saw in him. She was grateful to the people who did stay by her side though. One of the people who did side with her was part of the seelie court just like Adrien but she was treated badly due to her choice of lover. Her name was Rose and her girlfriend was Juleka, the other person who stayed on Marinette's side. The thing was Juleka was half fae, half human. She didn't fit in anywhere. She was considered a freak to most witches and humans for been half fae, she didn't fit in with the seelie court as her family were part of the unseelie court but she didn't really fit in with them either. Though from what she had told Marinette, none of her family members fitted in with the unseelie court despite been full bloods either. In school, she was picked on for it, especially by Chloe, though the blonde had since changed her tune after been cursed by Juleka's brother. According to her, her brother was one of the most powerful faes in the unseelie court and had cursed Chloe with a karma spell. To say it humbled her was an understatement and she wasn't the first person to be cursed by him nor the last. Apparently, he had cursed the musician XY and his father, Chloe's own family and a number of other people but from what Marinette had heard, most of them deserved it. That didn't mean she wasn't afraid of him. She had made a mental note to never piss him off if she met him. Of course, his curses had put him at odds with the magical councils yet he got away with it. She was pretty sure he only got away with it because they were scared of him and because none of his 'victims' had been mortally wounded nor were they really victims. It had turned out that each one of them had done something wrong. XY and his father had stolen music and other creative ideas from a number of musicians, Chloe's family were corrupt to the bone and arguable to blame for Chloe's own behavior. Sure, she was partly to blame as well but she never would have become that bad in the first place if her parents hadn't given into her every whim. His other victims were far from innocent too. They ranged from criminal gangs to other corrupted politicians. Either way, his curses had been blessings in disguise. Chloe had since became a way better person, her family humbled, the artists that had their work had their thieves brought to justice and their work returned to them and the victims of the other cursed got justice. All in all, it worked out for the better. The bell rang, making her jump a little and look up.

"Hi, welcome-" The greeting died in her throat as she stared at the very fae she had been thinking about. Luka Couffaine, Juleka's older brother. She never thought she would ever see him in her store. From what she knew, he tended to stay at his boathouse at the Seine, preferring to deal with his magic and his snakes but she had seen enough photos of him to recognize him. As she stared at him, the fear she felt disappeared and was replaced by attraction. She knew fae were extremely beautiful. Rose, Adrien and Juleka all were but Luka was something else. Not only was he gorgeous but he had an air about him too. Everything about him screamed hot. His hair, his body shape and his eyes. Oh his eyes. They were so hard to look from. They were snakelike but ocean blue in color. As he stepped into the shop, Marinette couldn't help the little whine that escaped her lips. She felt like she was in the presence of an actual god. The pictures she had seen did not do him any justice at all. "H-Hi, can I help you?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" He asked, making her want to faint with just the way he said her name. She weakly nodded and tried not to faint as he tilted his head to the side as a smile appeared on his lips. "Well, Juleka never told me how pretty you were,"

"I... um..." She blushed as he smiled. "S-Same here,"

He chuckled as she went bright red before he closed the door.

"I need to talk to you about a recent contract of mine," He stated, making her frown. Luka was what you might call a deal maker but it was rare for a witch to get involved with it. She walked over to the door and moved the sign to say closed. "Is there somewhere private we can go?"

"We can talk in the back," She replied, making him nod and follow her as she lead him to her reading room. "So this contract-"

"I was contracted by one Lila Rossi to make her famous and to give you 'what you deserve'," He stated, making her frown. So that's how Lila got famous and now he was here to act Lila's revenge. She frowned but she wasn't surprised. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to curse her but when it didn't occur, she opened her eyes and found him look at her with interest. "There's more to the story,"

"Oh?" She asked, feeling a little silly.

"Don't feel silly. It's a natural reaction to assume I'm here to exact her 'vengeance' and technically I am here to honor that part of the contract," He replied, making her gulp. "However, Lila failed to tell me exactly what she wanted. She told me to 'give you what you deserve'. I decided to leave you alone but apparently that wasn't good enough for her so she came by and demanded I do my job,"

He rolled her eyes at that.

"She was extremely angry that I had decided that course of action to the extend where she called me a 'useless puck'," He explained, making Marinette gasp and began to apology to him. He held up his hand, stopping her. Though he appreciated the sentiment. "You do not need to apology for her. I simply came here to talk to and determine exactly what I should give you,"

"Give me?"

"Part of Lila's contract was to 'give you what you deserved' which is why I'm here. I need to determine exactly what that is since she never actually said," He explained, making Marinette nod. "But in order to do so I need to know the full story. Why does Lila Rossi hate you so much?"

"Because I caught onto her lies," Marinette sighed, making Luka frown. He had suspected that Lila had been lying but hearing it from someone else annoyed him more. This was no longer just about contracts and magic. This was now about pride. Lila thought she could fool him and get him to do her dirty work while getting to live a good life. Well, not on his watch. "That's why she wants me to get what I deserve. She's made it her mission to destroy me,"

"So she does lie. How disappointing," He muttered, frowning. It wasn't a surprise. Faes themselves couldn't lie and had to tell the truth but they also couldn't stand liars. "That explains her pendent,"

"So what are you going to do?" She asked as he made a face. "I know a little about contracts and I know they are unbreakable. Whatever you do, she'll use it to her advantage as long as she has that silver tongue of hers. It's her biggest strength. I know from personal experience. No matter what I did to show people the truth about her, she always spun it to make me look like the bad guy and she'll do the same to you. You try and break the contract, she'll made it so you're the bad guy. You try to alter it and she'll make you look evil. You have no choice but to honor it in the way she intended,"

"I see," He muttered, making her frown. She would have some sort of punishment. "Then I'm going to honor it,"

"Then please don't be too harsh on me," She muttered, closing her eyes as Luka stepped closer to her. "I accept whatever you decide to curse me with,"

"I'm not going to curse you," He replied in a gentle voice, causing her to snap open her eyes. "Did Juleka tell you why us unseelie are hated compared to the fae of the seelie court?"

"No?"

"It's because people believe us to be malicious," He replied, making her frown. "But the truth is we're not. No fae is benevolent or malicious. We simply grant what we are asked to so when I say I'm going to honor her contract, it will be done to the exact detail,"

"But isn't that giving her what she wants?" Marinette asked, confused. "She'll be happy with it. I suffer and she gets to be the most famous person,"

"Oh, I doubt she'll be happy with what she gets, Marinette," He smiled in a dark manner. "You see we unseelie are what you might call tricksters and mischievous. We have no rules nor do we play to others. Lila thinks she can control me but she can't. Personally, I don't like it went people act entitled nor do I like been insulted so it's my duty to punish her for her entitled and frankly awful behaviour. Lila wants fame. Well, I'll make sure no one will ever forget her name again. She wants you to 'get what you deserve' then I'll do exactly that. She's going to get exactly what she asked for whenever she liked it or not,"

"I think I understand," She replied, nodding. "I'm just sorry you had to take her job,"

"Hmm, I'm not," He replied, shrugged. "Paid for food for a week. Besides, I get to punish one of the wicked again and I know exactly how to turn this around without breaching my contract with her. Starting with you,"

Marinette closed her eyes as she expected him to reign down fury and fire on her but to her surprise, she simply felt his lips brush against her cheek as he placed a gentle kiss there. She opened her eyes as she felt magic flow through her body but it didn't feel wicked or cursed. It felt... good and light. Like she was on cloud nine. It continued to flow even as he pulled away.

"As par to my contract, I have given you what you deserve," He stated, making her look at him. "Which is a blessing of prosperity. May your future be a bright one,"

"A blessing?" She asked, generally surprised. "But isn't that breaking your contract?"

"No, it isn't," He smiled, making her blush a little. "Lila only said to give you what you deserved. She never said what that was,"

"Oh," She replied before smiling brightly. "Then thank you,"

~One Week Later~

Marinette couldn't help the massive grin on her face as she walked through the Gala, getting everyone's attention. She got endless compliments and couldn't believe her luck but when she thought about it, she knew it was because of Luka's gift. Apparently, this was his definition of 'what she deserves'. In other words, success and happiness. And happy she was. She had never had such a successful run before nor had she been in the spot light like this. She just wish she could thank her fae friend. After all, he had been the one to change her life.

"Marinette!" A familiar voice called, causing her to look over and see Adrien. If she had been 14 years old again, she might have fainted from his amazing smile but she was over him these days. Having said that, he still looked beautiful, just not as otherworldly as she once thought. "Wow, you look amazing,"

"Thank you," She smiled but it didn't last long as Lila stormed over.

"Marinette," She grinned falsely. On the outside, she looked happy for her rival but on the inside, she was fuming. Apparently, that stupid fae had helped Marinette become a sensation overnight, despite her contract with him. Anyone who was anyone wanted a MDC original, which was why Marinette was here and Lila hated it. She had gotten an invite because she was the current it girl. Anyone who was anyone knew her name. She was so famous that she couldn't walk down the street and she loved it but tonight someone else was outshining her and that someone was Marinette. Lila had to admit she looked amazing but it wouldn't last long. It enraged her that Marinette was stealing her limelight and she was determined to destroy her but she would wait til Marinette lose her defense pose. "I heard you've been getting more successful recently. Oh maybe we could work together. With my status and your designs, we could do great things,"

"Oh, I'm not interested Lila but thank you," Marinette replied, making Lila grit her teeth as she stepped forward.

"Listen here, Dupain-Cheng," She hissed, getting closer to her. "There is nothing special about you as I know for a fact you had that puck help you but he also helped me and I intend to keep my throne so either you get in line or I'll destroy you again,"

"I'm not afraid of you, Lila," Marinette replied back. "And his name is Luka. Yes, he gave me a blessing and maybe that's why I'm successful but unlike you, I'm grateful for his help,"

"Typical," Lila gasped, turning on her heel and walking away from Marinette. Marinette shrugged and turned back to people as a waiter came by with glasses of red wine. Seeing her chance, Lila took one and was about to 'trip' into Marinette, planning to ruin her dress with the wine but before she could, someone caught her by the waist, removed the glass in her hand and pulled her into a dance, making her glare at Luka. "You! You broke-"

"Now, now. Don't make a scene," He replied as they glided across the floor. "There are a lot of cameras and I'm sure you don't want them to see you arguing with the son of Jagged Stone now, especially if you decide to use those racial slurs again,"

"I-" She gasped, glancing around and saw he was telling the truth. Of course he was. Faes can't lie. "You stopped me from ruining her. If you hadn't cheated-"

"I did no such thing," He replied, making her grit her teeth. "You were the one who didn't say exactly what to do with Miss Dupain-Cheng so I improvised,"

"So you made her more successful?!" She gasped in annoyance. "That is not what I wanted,"

"I care not for your wants but for the contract's words. It said to give her what she deserved and that's what I did. If anyone is to blame, it is yourself for not been exact in your wording," He shrugged, making her gasp in annoyance. "But relax. I'm not here to cause any trouble. Actually, I'm here to grant the final part of our contract,"

"I'm already famous!"

"Are you?" He questioned, making her look around. Despite dancing with him, no one seemed bothered by her. All eyes were still on Marinette. "Seems like to me no one's really paying attention to you,"

She gasped as she realized he was right. She was famous but not enough. She turned to him with a begging expression.

"You need to honor-"

"Don't worry, Miss Rossi," He smiled but to her surprise, he roughly grabbed her arm, causing it to feel like it was burning. "I'm here to make sure everyone remembers you forever,"

The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine and she panicked, trying to pull her arm away from him as it continued to burn before he suddenly let go.

"That's our contract fulfilled," He stated, walking away from her and picking up a glass of wine from a nearby waiter. He held up the glass to her with a smirk on his face "Have fun now,"

With that, he turned on his heel and walked over to Marinette, causing the witch to smile as she greeted him. Despite his promise, that annoyed her and if he wasn't going to punish Marinette, she would. She began to storm over but was stopped by one of the other people there.

"Oh, isn't Marinette such a darling?" She asked, mistaking Lila for one of the crowd who was admiring the girl. Lila couldn't believe her luck. She could easily corrupt this person's mind. "I would love one of her design,"

"Oh, she is the most talented designers in the world and I hate her for it," She stated, surprising herself and causing the person to look over at her before shaking her head. "I mean we were in school together and she was always so nice to other people, it made me sick. She told me to stop lying so I destroyed her life and turned most of her friends against her,"

"What?" The woman asked, looking wary as Lila covered her mouth.

"I didn't mean that," She gasped, thinking she was able to lie. "I mean I totally meant it. She was such a goody two-shoes and I hated her guts. I even framed her for stealing another person's designs once. Her class actually believed it. They were so stupid. All that to do was turn around the sketch and they would have seen her signature. The best part is she wasn't the first person I did this too,"

At this point, everyone was looking at Lila with shock and disgust, apart from Luka. He simply held up his glass to her as she glared at him. She had realized that burning feeling he had created was a curse. A curse of truth but all she had to do was remain quiet until it lifted.

"I caused a girl to kill herself," She suddenly blurted out, causing a number of people to gasp. "I laughed at her funeral and pretended I was crying,"

Lila clapped her hands to her mouth but it didn't stop her from talking. One by one, all of the lies she had said throughout the years came out in front of everyone at the gala including the cameras that were filming everyone. People were whispering to each other and pointing at her. In sudden realization, Lila realized that everyone was no longer looking at Marinette but in fact were all looking at her. They were taking her picture and the cameras and reporters covering the event were filming her too. She knew by morning her career was over and it only got worst as security came over.

"Miss, come with us please," They stated, making her look at them.

"What?!" She gasped, annoyed. "Do you know who I am?!"

"Yes, you're Lila Rossi and due to your confession the police have been called," The man answered, making her go pale. "Come quietly,"

"Quietly?! You stupid buffoon!" She screamed, despite trying to act 'innocent'. "I am Lila Rossi! I'm the best thing here and you think you can force me from here?! I deserve to be here!! Not these morons! Me! I'm the Queen! You should be begging for my attention!!"

Apparently, whatever Luka had done to her didn't just cause her to tell the truth but to drop her act. However, the security guard didn't care and went to take her arm, causing her to hit him which only made the situation worst. Soon, her downfall was filmed by all the cameras and bystanders as she was frogmarched out, shrieking like a banshee. Actually, scrap that. Banshees had nicer voices. Luka smirked as he watched her spill more lies and cause a scene, enjoying it.

"What did you do to her?" Marinette asked, causing him to turn his attention to her.

"I gave her a blessing," He replied, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "Unlike yours though, I gave her a blessing of truth. She can't lie about anything now. Not through words or through her personality. I would guess that she is going to be trending on social media. She wanted to be famous after all,"

"That is brilliant," Marinette smiled before turning to him. "Thank you for my blessing by the way. It's really helped my business take off but I feel kind of bad that I'm riding on your magic for all my success. I wouldn't have gotten this far without it. Is there anyway to thank you?"

"You know I only gave you a little boost of prosperity right?" He asked, making her look at him. "Everything else was all you.. but I would love to get to know you better if you're interested and if you insist on thanking me, you could get me a danish from your parent's bakery. They're my favorite treat,"

"I would you to get to know you better as well," Marinette flushed, making him grin. "And getting a danish wouldn't be a problem... want to dance?"

"I would love to," He smiled, taking her hand and leading her onto the dance floor as they heard Lila screeching in the background. By tomorrow morning, she would go down in history as a spoiled diva but not just that but people would post about her. Her previous victims would reveal how she was and the hashtag 'LiarRossi' would trend, occasionally making a comeback when something new was revealed. All the crimes and fraud she committed to would come to light, along with every bad deed she did and she would realize with growing horror that Luka fulfilled his contract perfectly. After all, he promised to make her famous and now she was. She would never be forgotten for a long time. The best part was he had brought her to the height of fame which made this so much more better. You see Fame is tricky. Once you're famous, everyone watches you every move and with how famous Lila was, people from all over would learn of her misdeeds, spreading her story all across the world. The newspapers were going to have a field day and her name would forever be remembered as a famous liar. He would make sure no one would ever forget her. After all, she asked to be known by everyone and that's exactly what he gave her. Of course, that doesn't mean he wasn't grateful to her. After all, if he hadn't taken her deal, he might not have finally gotten a chance to meet Marinette and now he had. He hoped Lila was satisfied with the outcome. He sure knew he was.

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prince of the night 🌙 plus a bonus speedpaint now that i'm trying to upload on youtube?? guys no way??

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#the night art prowls #the nocturne prince #oc art #illustration #my art #fae #folklore #faerie #seelie court #oc artist #artists on tumblr #speedpaint #oc speedpaint #greek mythology #feywild #dnd #Youtube

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Green spring: Seelie and Unseelie

SEELIE AND UNSEELIE

Category: Scottish folklore

When people look up at fairies, usually one of the first thing they will stumble upon on the Internet is “Seelie Court and Unseelie Court”.

The Seelie and Unseelie Court (also known sometimes as simply “the Seelie fairies and the Unseelie fairies”) is a type of fairy division/fairy classification from Scottish folklore – and it is now one of the most famous classification of fairies in the modern world. According to this divide, the “Seelie” fairies are fairies that are generally benevolent towards humans: they return kindness, they can bring favors, they can ask for or give help, and if someone offends them they warn first before striking. These fairies are still dangerous, as all fairies are: like all fairies they are prone to revenge and mischief, but they are generally the “good guys” so to speak. In contrast, the “Unseelie” fairies are the malevolent and negative fairies, those that attack people without warning, and sometimes without reason, and ally themselves with witches and other dark entities of evil power. The “Unseelie” fairies include various negative entities of the folklores of the British isles: the baobhan sith taking the shape of a beautiful woman to lure and kill men, the redcaps who live in ruins and dye their hats with human blood, the nuckelavee who is a grotesque skinless centaur bringing disease and famine everywhere, the shellycoat who is a bogeyman of rivers, and the Sluagh (a host of malevolent fairies/angry ghosts/nocturnal spirits who you better not cross path with).

[Note that while the term “Court”, in modern fiction, has been reused numerous times with the modern meaning of “court” – having a queen and a king, and being made of nobility – the term seems originally to just be a word meaning a “host” or a “group” in general, since in Scottish folklore there is no talk of “Unseelie king or queen” for example.]

Now… all that being said, the divide of Seelie/Unseelie seems to be a latter addition or invention to the Scottish myth of the fairies. Before that, it seems there was just “Seelie” (it is clear that “Unseelie” was based on the word “seelie”): because “seelie” or “seely” was a term used in Scotland, but also in Northern England, to designate fairies as a whole. “Seelie” is a term that means “blessed”, “happy” or “lucky”, and it seems to have been used the same way fairies as a whole were called “good neighbors” or “the fair folk” – it was an euphemisms, or a counter-name, destined to flatter and please the supernatural beings, in hope of avoiding their wrath. It seems that originally “Seelie” was the name of all fairies as a whole, but then somehow the meaning got twisted into just meaning the good fairies, while a different name was created for the wicked fairies: “unseelie”, meaning “misfortunate, unhappy, cursed”. What is even more fascinating is that originally the term “seelie” was used alongside the word “wights”. “Seelie wights” – a word with an unclear meaning, but which was sometimes spelled “wichts”, leading to deformations as… “witch”. “Seelie witches”. The closeness of “Seelie” with “wights” and “witches” led in fact some scholars to wonder if the term “seelie” was actually used to designate fairies, or if it rather was used to designate a different type of supernatural being, different from fairies.

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Today, the Seelie and Unseelie Court is such a widespread and popular division you find it everywhere in fictional works talking about fairies. In modern “fairy fiction”, these two courts were most notably popularized by two book series:

# The Dresden Files: In the worldbuilding of this snarky urban fantasy series (bordering on the cosmic horror), the fairies are divided into two nations each dominated by a different Court, the Seelie Court ruling over the summer season, and the Unseelie Court ruling over the winter season. Each Court is ruled by a triumvir of fairy queens who embody the “Maiden-Mother-Crone” trinity: a Lady, a Queen and a Mother. Titania is the queen of the “Summer Court”, while Mab is the queen of the “Winter Court”. The Dresden Files notably challenges the idea that the Seelie and Unseelie Court are based on morality: while it is the stereotype common in this world, in truth the Unseelie fairies are not “evil”, they are cold, ruthless, calculating beings of ice, death and darkness. Meanwhile the Seelie fairies are beings of life, light and warmth, yes, but they can be as chaotic and destructive as hot jungles or thunderstorms, and they are not fairies of “goodness”. “The Dresden Files” is notorious for bringing the whole idea of “Seelie/Unseelie=Winter/Summer” which wasn’t something before its release…

There was a concept of the fairy courts being associated with cold and heat before The Dresden Files though: it was the elf-courts in “The Discworld” series by Terry Pratchett (which was a main source of inspiration for The Dresden Files). In Pratchett’s world, the elves of the Discworld (a cross between a parody of the Tolkienesque elves and the “fair folk” of British legends played for full horror) are divided between a court centered around a Queen, who lives in perpetual frozen wastelands of endless winter, and a second one centered around a King, instead hiding in a very hot, very moist, warmth and humid underground realm of vapor and sweat.

# Another big influence on modern perception of the Unseelie and Seelie Court was “The Shadowhunter Chronicles”, where the fairies are also divided in two nations each ruled by one of these courts. No seasonal theme here – rather the Seelie Court is focused on appearing as beautiful, helpful and benevolent as possible, while still being deceptive and manipulatives, while the Unseelie Court is openly and proudly cruel, violent and monstrous. The Seelie Court is ruled by a Queen, while the Unseelie Court is under the domination of a King.

Interestingly, the same way “The Dresden Files” was inspired by “Discworld”, it seems the concept of “The Shadowhunter Chronicles” of the two courts being divided between beautiful subjects of a fairy queen and the monstrous subjects of a fairy king was inspired by an older work of the 80s: “Faerie Tale” by Raymond E. Feist, a horror novel based on fairy folklore. In it, we end up learning that somehow after the events described by William Shakespeare in his “Midsummer Night’s Dream” play, Titania and Oberon (or at least the beings Shakespeare described by this name) ended up splitting their fairyland into two distinct part, separated by a dusk-plunged, haunted, no-man’s land called the “Shadow Lands”. On one side is the Bright Lands, a fairyland of endless day where the sweet and kind Queen rules over pleasant, charming and joyful fae, who are benevolent and helpful towards humans, but still dangerous to live with due to their alien ways of thinking, strange customs and hazardous magical powers. On the other side, the King lives in the Dark Land, a realm of endless night where he rules over monstrous, grotesque, hateful and murderous fae who only wish to invade the human world and destroy mankind.

#green spring #unseelie #seelie #unseelie court #seelie court #scottish folklore #fairy #fairies

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bubblyernie · 10 months

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Doodling stuff as I tried to sort out Alphonse's family lineage SAFJSKDF

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nocturnalmoonmind · 2 years

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Lol is Kit going to be king of Seelie and Unseelie Courts, Dru the queen of Seelie with Ash... And Kieran already is a king of Unseelie Court with Cristina and Mark right next to him. Shadowhunters took over Faerie wtf is going on

#kit herondale #dru blackthorn #ash morgenstern #dru x ash #dash #morgenthorn #kieran kingson #cristina rosales #mark blackthorn #first heir #seelie court #unseelie court #faerie #shadowhunters #kieran x mark x cristina #kierarktina

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rinadragomir · 2 years

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽

ℐ𝓉 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷ℯ 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮ℯℯ𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒞ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝒻ℯ ℊ𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓌ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓉. 𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃 ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓉𝓌ℯℯ𝓃 𝒮ℯℯ𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒰𝓃𝓈ℯℯ𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒰𝓃𝓈ℯℯ𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒹ℴ ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮ℯℯ𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒽𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝒾𝓉

#just a random thing i did #no one asked but here we are #rina dragomir edits #tsc #tmi #sobh #tda #twp #cassandra clare #seelie queen #seelie court #helen blackthorn #mark blackthorn #kit herondale #ash morgenstern

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torgwn · 1 year

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you're, like, the most basic fey (id in alt)

#d20 #dimension 20 #artists on tumblr #acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #lady sylmenar #queen titania #seelie court #the mushrooms were supposed to be mycena rosea but. at the end i didnt look at refs and i ended up coloring them wrong 😬😐#also i picked the colors looking at so much art nouveau stuff and vintage fairy pics #this close to recoloring the shrooms tho 😦#also i said this in the alt but! i heavily referenced faith schaffers art for this #torpor #eye contact

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vestigesofperversion · 2 years

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Orym: *asks about the origins of Dusk’s fighting style*

Dusk:

#critical role #cr3 #cr3 spoilers #bells hells #cr dusk #seelie court #orym of the air ashari #erika ishii #cr shitpost #cr memes #fearne backstory #jordan peele

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aroace-cat-lady · 2 years

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Shout out to Emma Carstairs for not letting the fucking Seelie Queen forget that Kieran has multiple consorts. Long live polyamorous relationships.

#emma carstairs #seelie queen #seelie court #kieran kingson #mark kieran cristina #kierarktina #cassandra clare #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunter chronicles #cassieclare #cassandraclare #shadowhunters #cazadores de sombras #cassie clare #secrets of blackthorn hall #the secrets of blackthorn hall #sobh

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De Julian à Kieran

CORRESPONDANCE PRIVÉE : TOUTE DIVULGATION ENTRAINERA LA PEINE DE MORT

De la part de : Julian Blackthorn de Blackthorn Hall

A l’attention de : Kieran, Roi de la Cour des Ténèbres

Eh bien nous sommes revenus de la Cour des Lumières. Bonne nouvelle : nous avons la pelle à poisson. Mauvaise nouvelle : nous n’avons pas appris grand-chose et nous avons éveillé beaucoup de soupçons. Mais je serai ravi de te raconter le déroulé des événements, en espérant que ça te soit utile. J’espère aussi que tu considèreras que c’est un échange équitable contre la faveur que tu dois maintenant à un phouka. (Je suis quasiment certain que cette faveur impliquera de te demander d’acheter un chapeau.)

Nous étions assez nerveux à l’idée d’y aller, même avec l’invitation d’Adaon : la dernière fois que nous étions dans le Royaume des Fées, ça ne s’était pas bien passé. Tout n’était que fumée grise, neige, phalènes et terres qui dépérissaient. Tout ça semble être du passé maintenant, le Royaume a de nouveau l’air en pleine santé. C’était l’automne là-bas, et le sol était recouvert de feuilles, toutes rouges et dorées.

Bref, nous avons suivi les instructions d’Adaon et sommes entrés dans le Royaume par un vieux tertre dans le parc de Primrose Hill. Nous nous sommes retrouvés dans une clairière où deux immenses portes en bois émergeaient du sol. Et Adaon était là pour nous accueillir, ce qui était sympathique de sa part.

Mais il n’avait pas du tout l’air content. Il s’est précipité vers nous et nous a avoué qu’il avait dû dire à la Reine que nous venions.

- Il ne se passe pas grand-chose sous son toit, a-t-il ajouté, dont elle n’a pas connaissance. C’est pour cette raison qu’elle a la main mise sur le pouvoir depuis tout ce temps, en partie.

Il avait un regard si misérable qu’Emma lui a assuré que tout allait bien et que nous ne faisions rien que la Reine désapprouverait, ni même dont elle se soucierait. Il a vaguement secoué la tête :

- L’on ne sait jamais ce dont Sa Majesté se souciera. Ni ce qu’elle désapprouvera. Elle m’a prié de vous conduire tous les deux dans la salle du trône dès votre arrivée, et c’est donc ce que je dois faire.

Là, j’ai commencé à être un peu plus inquiet. J’ai rappelé à Adaon qu’il avait garanti notre sécurité. Il a répondu :

- Selon les lois de l’hospitalité, sans parler des Accords, elle ne peut pas vous faire de mal ni vous retenir contre votre gré, si votre but est vertueux.

Mais il a de nouveau secoué la tête.

- Laisse-moi deviner, ai-je lancé. La Reine seule a le pouvoir de déterminer si notre but est vertueux ou non.

Adaon a esquissé un faible sourire.

- Exactement.

Mais il nous a conduit vers la salle du trône.

Le thème de l’automne était tout aussi présent dans cette salle que dans la clairière. Même davantage. Mais ce n’était pas par rapport à la fin de la période de végétation, ni à la tristesse que l’été soit fini. C’était plutôt comme une célébration des récoltes. Ce que je veux dire, c’est qu’il y avait des cornes d’abondance débordant de calebasses, de pommes, de poires, d’épis de maïs. Il y avait des ballots de foin, ce qui est assez drôle parce que personne dans cette salle du trône n’a jamais fait de ballots de foin, crois-moi. Des pixies avec des ailes de papillon ardentes faisaient le tour du plafond.

La Reine était, sans surprise, sur son trône. Elle portait une robe qui était faite entièrement, je te le jure, de scarabées d’un vert étincelant cousus ensemble. Ses cheveux encadraient son visage comme une explosion de flammes rouge doré. Elle n’a plus l’air chétif et décharné, tel que la dernière fois que nous l’avions vue, et elle semblait irradier un pouvoir qui lui manquait avant.

Il y avait les groupes d’elfes habituels dispersés dans la salle – des courtisans, je suppose – commérant, gloussant, assis avec indécence. Donc tout paraissait normal de ce côté-là. Ils nous ont à peine adressé un regard. Ils ont simplement tendu le cou, compris que nous n’étions pas intéressants et repris leur flânerie.

Je m’attendais à ce que la Reine se mette tout de suite à nous insulter, mais elle était en réalité assez cordiale. Pas chaleureuse. Mais pas hostile non plus. Évidemment elle a voulu que nous la complimentions pour la décoration d’abord. Elle a désigné la salle du trône d’un grand geste de la main et entamé la conversation :

- Vous avez choisi une charmante saison pour venir nous rendre visite.

- C’est plus fun que la dernière fois, a remarqué Emma.

- Et pourtant, vous avez choisi de revenir, a commenté la Reine comme si ça la réjouissait, malgré… l’absence de fun lors de notre dernière rencontre.

- Nous n’avions pas vu notre ami Adaon depuis longtemps, ai-je déclaré. Le plaisir de sa compagnie nous manquait.

- Si telles sont vos paroles, a répliqué la Reine.

Je suppose que ça se traduit par « C’est clairement des conneries ».

- Comme vous vous en doutez certainement, je ne suis pas sans savoir que votre frère est le consort du Roi de la Cour des Ténèbres.

- Seulement l’un de ses consorts, a corrigé Emma.

La Reine l’a ignorée.

- Assurément, vous avez anticipé que je vous soupçonnerais d’espionnage.

- Nous ne sommes pas ici pour le Roi de la Cour des Ténèbres, ai-je déclaré, mais plutôt pour nos intérêts à la Cour des Lumières. Notre famille est en effet liée à la Cour des Lumières de plusieurs manières. Comme vous le savez.

La Reine m’a également ignoré.

- Votre meilleure défense, selon moi, est qu’il est si évident que l’on vous choisisse comme espions, que certainement Kieran Kingson (je pense que c’était censé être une insulte envers toi, ou moi, ou nous deux) ferait un choix plus réfléchi.

- C’est bien vrai, est intervenue Emma.

- Eh bien, a lâché la Reine. Racontez-moi une fable. Quelle est la raison de votre venue ?

J’ai pensé que nous n’avions rien à perdre avec la vérité – nous ne faisions vraiment rien dont la Reine aurait dû se soucier. Alors je lui ai raconté toute l’histoire : nous avons hérité d’une maison à Londres, la maison est maudite, nous voulons rompre la malédiction. J’ai insisté sur le fait que ni la maison ni la malédiction n’étaient liées au Petit Peuple. (Je n’ai pas mentionné Round Tom, puisque j’ai pensé que ça nous éloignerait du sujet principal.)

Pour rompre la malédiction, nous devons (entre autres choses) obtenir cette pelle à poisson. Nous avons appris qu’elle était ou avait été la propriété de Socks MacPherson le phouka. Nous sommes venus négocier avec lui pour la récupérer, et nous nous sommes arrangés avec Adaon pour recevoir une invitation parce que nous n’avions aucun moyen de contacter MacPherson directement.

- Tout ce que nous voulons, a continué Emma, c’est faire du troc avec MacPherson pour récupérer la pelle à poisson. Nous pouvons faire ça juste ici, dans la salle du trône, si l’on peut le faire appeler.

La Reine a semblé très intéressée tout d’un coup :

- Vous êtes prêt à régler cette affaire ici, sans jamais visiter la Cour à proprement parler ?

J’ai confirmé que nous partagions grandement le désir de la Reine que nous ne visitions pas la Cour.

Elle a paru surprise, mais elle a appelé l’un des courtisans et lui a chuchoté quelque chose.

- On enverra chercher le phouka, a-t-elle annoncé. Prince Adaon, quand les Nephilim auront terminé leur négociation avec lui, vous les escorterez dehors et leur donnerez congé.

Adaon a répondu par une révérence.

- Et maintenant, a repris la Reine avec un rapide mouvement des yeux, je vous prie de m’excuser, car je vois que l’on me demande.

Nous nous sommes décalés pour la laisser descendre de son trône. J’ai vu qu’un homme était entré. Je ne l’ai pas reconnu, mais c’était clairement quelqu’un d’important : il était vêtu complétement différemment de toutes les autres personnes. Au lieu de la tenue appropriée pour la Cour, il portait une cape à capuche gris-vert, et son visage était dissimulé par un masque en forme de tête de faucon. Ses vêtements étaient plus appropriés pour la chasse en forêt que pour autre chose, mais ils étaient parfaitement propres. Je ne savais pas quoi penser de lui. Mais je me suis dit qu’il valait mieux inclure sa description. Tu m’as dit de faire attention à tout ce qui pouvait être nouveau ou discordant, et je ne pouvais pas m’empêcher de penser qu’il l’était.

Nous avons attendu en discutant avec Adaon pendant quelques minutes avant que Socks MacPherson n’arrive. Nous avions déjà rencontré quelques phoukas avant – l’un d’entre eux est le portier du Marché Obscur de Los Angeles, comme tu t’en souviens peut-être – et j’avais pensé que MacPherson serait comme eux, mais non, c’est un type complétement différent. Il portait un immense chapeau rond en fourrure d’où dépassaient ses oreilles. C’était beaucoup pour un seul chapeau.

Il semblait surpris que la Reine nous ait laissés seuls. Il a affirmé qu’il était désolé si nous avions été tourmentés outre mesure à cause de lui. Je lui ai précisé qu’elle avait probablement eu l’intention de nous surveiller de son regard menaçant mais qu’elle avait dû partir à l’improviste. MacPherson a haussé les épaules :

- Elle croit que tout est un mouvement dans sa partie d’échecs à cinq dimensions. Mais parfois, quelqu’un veut simplement m’échanger quelque chose contre un ustensile de cuisine. En parlant de ça, j’ai la pelle à poisson.

Il avait avec lui une sorte de sac fourre-tout dont il a sorti la pelle. Tout de suite, le Détecteur de Fantômes a sonné bruyamment. MacPherson a sursauté et est allé se cacher derrière l’un des groupes de courtisans. Mais nous voyons toujours son chapeau. (Et ses oreilles qui tremblaient au-dessus du chapeau.) Alors nous nous sommes approchés et lui avons expliqué que c’était simplement un outil qui détectait les objets maudits que nous recherchions, et que le bruit était une bonne nouvelle puisque ça confirmait que la pelle à poisson était bien celle que nous recherchions. Puis les courtisans nous ont éloignés ; nous les empêchions de reprendre leur important badinage.

Socks a grommelé, c’était à parier, ce « minable Spoon » lui avait donné une pelle à poisson maudite.

- Je ne sais pas pourquoi j’ai accepté ce marché, a-t-il poursuivi. Je n’en ai même pas l’utilité. Je suis végétarien.

Il nous a enfin demandé ce que nous avions à offrir, nous lui avons annoncé que c’était une faveur de ta part et avons expliqué en quoi nous étions qualifiés pour offrir une telle chose. Il a trouvé l’offre acceptable et nous avons ramené la pelle à poisson à la maison.

En résumé : Sock MacPherson est protégé par la Cour des Lumières mais n’a pas hésité une seule seconde à accepter une faveur de la Cour des Ténèbres. La Reine reste méfiante, elle avait des soupçons sur nous. Mais il faut aussi s’en méfier parce que son comportement était étrange. C’est certain que la Cour des Lumières cache quelque chose, étant donné que la Reine a été extrêmement soulagée au moment même où elle s’est rendu compte que nous n’allions pas quitter la salle du trône pour aller jeter un œil à la Cour. Mon intuition, qui n’a pas vraiment de fondement, c’est qu’elle ne cache pas quelque chose, mais bien quelqu’un – s’il s’agissait d’un objet, sûrement pourrait-elle le cacher quelque part où nous ne pourrions pas le voir ? Mais ce n’est qu’une impression.

C’est tout. Je te suis infiniment reconnaissant, comme toujours, pour toute ton aide. Je suis sûr que tu t’attendais à plus d’informations que le contenu de cette lettre, mais j’espère que tu y trouveras une utilité.

Embrasse Mark et Cristina pour nous. Nous t’embrassons également. Et surtout, gloire à Kraig.

Julian

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