It's over. Oh, wow. This was a hell of a read--I enjoyed every chapter of it. I'm looking forward to both Fairy Tales and Headache, plus your oneshots.
As for your updating schedule, I think two of FT and one Headache every week sounds best. Then again, you're the one that's writing.

Again, thank you.

“Ah,” said Ewan’s mother, “a Were lover. Mine keep me warm when he wore his fur, but warmer without.”

She is awesome. Seriously.

Also, in the last line, where you write "Uncle Ian didn't seem to realize he'd said it allowed", wasn't that supposed to be aloud? Great chapter.

I knew there was a special reason why Uncle Ian didn't want him breeding, but I wasn't paying enough attention to the Blakely Gardener story, so I didn't think about that possibility.

Well done, hidden in plain sight.

YOU GOT PWNED, UNCLE IAN.

Sorry, just had to get it out. Anyway! This chapter was awesome. I love word-fights. And the seventy-two-hours-wolf thing was clever.

“That’s how he is,” Araksya confided to Siobhan, “If we’re lucky we might get to see her next week.”

I don't know why, but I really, really love that line.

Liadán is an adorable name.

I liked the way Ewan spared several thoughts on the flowers. It seems so him, in a way.

I love this.

I feel strangely glad that Cuchulainn didn't visit Ann. And yay, the new baby. They're growing to be quite the family, now. Ian in next chapter?

I like Sinead. Great chapter.

Wow...I like all your stories.

This gives me a fuzzy feeling.
Ewan cut in, “Mother can it wait?"
Missing comma. Cuchulainn seems to have taken a turn for the better. That's good.

Lovely. How much is left? D:

I love your metaphors. The Queen's court seems so happy.

The Queen sounds just. How refreshing! And yay, trains.