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highladyandromeda · 2 months

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Shadows of the Heart

Part 3

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: After years apart, Y/n returns to Velaris, bearing the weight of sacrifice and secrets from her past. Reunited with Rhysand and his Inner Circle, she navigates the complexities of rekindled friendships and unresolved tensions.

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: n/a

[Prologue], [Part 1], [Part 2]

She was going to need a very strong drink, Y/n mused, to survive this night.

Her magic, ever attuned to the world around her, picked up on the increasing hum of conversation from the floors below—a sure sign that Rhysand had summoned his entire family for a grand welcome. "He's always had a penchant for gatherings," she reflected with a half-smile, tinged with nostalgia, before an exasperated roll of her eyes. The temptation of the room's plush bed and soft sheets beckoned, threatening to pull her back into their embrace. It's almost unfair, she thought, how much more inviting the beds were here.

Pushing aside thoughts of luxurious linens, Y/n rises, confronting her reflection in the mirror. Her body still appears gaunt, her complexion a touch too pallid, yet there's a hint of vitality returning to her cheeks, thanks in part to the subtle touch of rouge she's applied. With practiced movements, she adds a dusty rose hue to her lips and frames her striking scarlet eyes with kohl, each stroke of makeup bolstering her confidence.

Her wardrobe, courtesy of Rhys, offers a variety of choices. From it, she selects a burgundy tunic adorned with intricate gold embroidery at the collar and sleeves and matching pants—a nod to her past, the garments echoing the color of her old robes and providing an unexpected solace. She tries not to think deeply about the cobalt blue dresses that called to her instead, remembering that she cannot stay in Velaris for long.

“And the guest of honor arrives!” Rhys’s voice cuts through the lively chatter as he spots Y/n making her entrance. Mor quickly springs into action, her enthusiasm undiminished as she loops an arm around Y/n’s, escorting her to a prominent seat at the table—directly across from—

“Lucien?”

“Y/n?”

The recognition between them sparks instantly, lighting up the room. “Mother above, Lucien! You’re alive!” Y/n couldn't help but exclaim, her surprise propelling her forward to clasp his hand across the table.

Lucien, taken aback by the fervor of her greeting, blinks in confusion. “I—uh, was there a reason you thought I wasn’t?”

Y/n's smile wavers, her impulsive action catching up with her fatigue. “Ah, well, I just, I uh—” She scrambles for an explanation that wouldn’t reveal too much.

Y/n thought fast, there was no way she could announce that the Prince of Vallahan once received a summons to funerals in Autumn, personally signed by Beron, and had tried to invite her. She always assumed that Eris would protect Lucien but after so many years, it was impossible for her to be sure.

“I heard rumors,” she finally said, settling on the vaguest of truths. The answer, unsatisfying and ripe with unasked questions, hovered in the air. Yet, she offered nothing more, only adding, “I’m glad to see you, though.”

“Likewise,” he responded, a warmth returning to his voice. “I’m sure Nuan will be thrilled to know you’re back.” An unspoken glance passed between them, with the promise to catch up later.

It was Nesta who broke the silence, her voice cutting through the tension with a clear, measured tone. "You two know each other well?" Nesta queried, her eyes darting between Y/n and Lucien.

Rhys, seizing the moment to alleviate the growing tension, clapped his hands together with a flourish.

"Well, Y/n's always had the most elusive of friendships.” he declared, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Let's celebrate reunions and new beginnings. To Y/n's return, and unexpected friends among us."

As the evening unfolded, Y/n found herself enveloped in the whirlwind of introductions and reunions. She sat in between Rhys and Mor and was properly introduced to the rest of them, Amren and Nesta’s sharp eyes causing the smallest tinge of discomfort before she was pulled into stories from Feyre and Cassian, her heart aching as they recounted the past years from under the mountain to the war with Hybern.

Azriel and as Y/n learned that night, Elain, stayed quiet, but that was a bit of a reprieve truly, among the strong spirits and personalities of the others. It was overwhelming to keep track of their enthusiasm, but Y/n didn’t let her exhaustion show. She had already slept for so long and she refused to let Rhys’s efforts go to waste, as she knew it was his way of showing her that she was still a part of his family.

Besides, although they were all excited, no one brought up her blood magic, or how exactly she and Mor ended up together, or worse, what she had been up to in her years away. She assumed they’d either been placated by a brief explanation from Mor or been warned off by either her or Rhys, allowing Y/n to enjoy a peaceful night before an onslaught of questions at another time. Judging by Amren’s, Nesta’s, and even Azriel’s stares burning into her, she could feel that it must have been the latter and that their self-control would only last so far.

She hoped they’d stay quiet for now, as she had no interest or energy to untangle the complicated…adventures of her past centuries. Especially with the joy and shock she felt when Rhys told her of Nyx and of the Trove. She’d never admit it out loud, but the joy gave away to such deep despair; of having missed these monumental moments in her dear friend’s life. Rhysand truly was the brother she never had, and although she was overjoyed that he’d found so many people to love who loved him back, she couldn’t help but feel sorrow for what was no longer hers.

Luckily, she was quickly pulled from those thoughts as small wisps of the night curled around her shoulder, the shadows' cooling touch almost seeming to comfort her. She noticed Azriel's subtle attempts to rein them in, a hint of embarrassment in his demeanor.

"Please, don't bother. I quite enjoy their company," Y/n reassured him softly, her words drawing a rare, soft grin from the shadowsinger, catching Cassian’s attention.

Smiling mischievously, Cassian takes the chance to ask Y/n about her recovery and whether she’d be up to join them in training tomorrow morning, dodging the glare Rhys sent his way.

Y/n couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up at Cassian's invitation, a lightness filling her despite the whirlwind of emotions she'd been navigating.

"I suppose I could use a bit of... physical activity," she conceded, her gaze flickering to Azriel, whose shadows seemed to dance with approval at the prospect. "Though I must warn you, I'm a bit out of practice."

Cassian's grin widened, his eyes alight with the challenge. "Out of practice, she says. We'll be the judge of that. Right, Az?"

Azriel merely nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement, clearly intrigued by the idea of Y/n joining their morning routines.

Rhys, though he had initially sent Cassian a glare for his untimely proposal, couldn't mask the warmth in his eyes. "It's settled then. Training at dawn. But let's not forget, Y/n has had quite a journey back to us. We'll take it easy," he added, a protective note in his voice that didn't go unnoticed.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/n felt a sense of comfort she had been missing since she left. Though she knew she couldn’t stay forever, her heart felt lighter than it had been in ages. With promises of tomorrow's training session hanging in the air, Y/n retired to her room, the night's whispers a comforting lullaby.

A/N: Ok, I promise that the next chapters will have more Azriel and reader interactions, especially with the upcoming training session!! Also, I want to explore a reader and Lucien friendship because I think that he's so underrated when in fact, Lucien has such interesting powers and is so well-traveled. For my tag list, I tagged everyone who asked and those who commented on the first 2 parts. If you'd like to be included, please just let me know. 💕

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tsunami-of-tears · 6 months

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Quality Control

Lucien x Reader

A/N: Filthy but loving sex for Lucien and Reader. I enjoyed writing this a lot more than I thought I would.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, vibrators, oral (f! receiving), fingering, squirting

As the Heir of Day and the Night Court Emissary, Lucien spent a lot of time in the other courts of Prythian, working on building relations. You were so proud of him, and the leader he was becoming, but you missed him terribly while he was away.

You’ve been pacing around your home for the last thirty minutes. After spending most of the day trying to keep busy and distracted, you were very eager for your mate’s return, and could no longer sit still.

The clicking of a lock sounds at your front door. You race over to greet Lucien, pulling him into a crushing hug. He wraps his arms around you, bringing your body flush against his. You run your hands through his silken hair and lean back as you cast your eyes over his face, memorising every detail.

Lucien’s golden eye whirs as he looks you up and down. “Gods I’ve missed you,” he sighs and caresses your cheek with his calloused fingers. “I have a gift for you, Y/N. Nuan has been working on a new invention, she asked if we can test it.”

You let go of Lucien just long enough for him to remove his coat, hang it on the hook by the door, and fish a small gift box out of the pocket.

Nuan was a very talented inventor, so you were bursting with anticipation as you opened the box. Inside was a small, cylindrical object. You roll it into your palm, noticing the silky texture of the device. You have no clue what it is or what it does.

“What is it?” You ask Lucien curiously.

“Nuan is working on the name, but, it makes vibrations.” He gives you a coy smile, “It’s supposed to enhance… certain sensations. Make it more pleasurable.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at your mate. “We don’t have any issues in that department, Lucien”

“I know, but it could be fun.”

You hold up the device between your thumb and finger, arching a brow at Lucien.

“The first prototype was bigger, but she was able to make the motor smaller. It's tiny, but I was told it packs a punch.” He looks at you and licks his lips. “Care to try it out with me, Y/N?”

You nod, biting your lip as you look at Lucien’s and then back at his eyes. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply, full of longing. He lifts you up with ease without breaking the kiss, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

With your new toy in your hand, Lucien walks you down the hall, stopping when he reaches your shared room. He places you down carefully in the middle of the bed and peppers soft kisses all over your face, jaw and neck. You giggle as his lips brush the sensitive spot under your ear.

Lucien raises himself onto his forearms and looks down at you adoringly. “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

You blush but look up through your lashes at Lucien as you tighten your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him closer.

Lucien reaches between you, tugging your dress up. He curses when he sees you have nothing on underneath it.

You give him a sheepish grin. “I knew you were coming home today, so I thought I’d be ready for you.”

Lucien closes his eyes briefly and exhales, the scent of his arousal hits you, making you squirm beneath him. “The things you do to me, Y/N”

He sits up to remove his own shirt and you pull your dress over your head, revealing the rest of your naked form to him.

Lucien curses again as he hovers over you. He works his mouth down your body, kissing down the column of your throat, and pausing to give some attention to your breasts. He puts one in his mouth, flicking your hard nipple with his tongue as he caresses the other with his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You moan at his skilled touch, bucking your hips to try to get some friction where you need it most.

Lucien chuckles softly at your neediness, releasing your breasts and continuing on his journey down your body. He kisses all over your soft stomach, making sure you feel loved before travelling down further.

He hovers over your glistening cunt, admiring how wet you are for him already. Looking up at you, he murmurs, “You are exquisite,” before his lips make contact with your bundle of nerves.

You writhe under his mouth. Soft moans escape your lips and you feel your stomach flutter at every lick up your slit. His silver tongue is even more skilled at pleasuring you than talking.

Lucien runs a finger between your folds, gathering up your wetness. Once satisfied with your growing arousal, he inserts his finger all the way in and all the way out, fucking you so slowly that you start to beg. “Please Lucien, I need you. I need more.”

Lucien gives you a sly smirk, adding a second finger and reaching for your new toy.

He continues to fuck your cunt at an achingly slow pace while he presses the small button on the end of the device. It roars to life, buzzing away in his hand. You squirm in anticipation as he brings it closer to your clit.

Your eyes widen as he touches it to you. At the same time, Lucien curls his fingers, massaging your inner wall. You let out a string of incoherent moans as Lucien fucks you closer to your peak.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well,” Lucien says. “I know you’re close. Cum for me, cum on my fingers Y/N”

The constant vibrations combined with the strong thrusts of his dextrous fingers have your walls clenching as your climax erupts from you - along with a great gush of liquid from your sex. The sensation is so intense that your eyes roll back into your head, and your back arches as you grip the sheets. Lucien continues his steady thrusting as you ride out your high.

Once your pleasure subsides, Lucien turns the device off and puts it to the side. Panting heavily, you finally open your eyes to see him watching you with a look of pure sin. “Cauldron boil me, Y/N. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Now we need a bath,” You laugh as you look over the mess on the sheets and Lucien’s pants.

Lucien grins widely, “But first, round two?”

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xreaderbooks · 1 year

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All I breathe (2)

Pair: Azriel x Vanserra Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: language, violence, mentions of abuse, trauma, and torture

Summary: Could a mission to Y/n’s childhood home, the Autumn Court, spark a friendship between the night courts spymaster and the newest emissary? Or will they let their hatred come between, what could be, a strong bond?

A/N: I made Nuan from ACOWAR heavily OC in this, I haven't read the books in so long so please forgive any reference mistakes. I haven't read ACOSF either so keep that in mind, I did try to do my research for storyline purposes when it comes to the first 4 books. I also do not know how to describe dresses very well lol. Send me a message or comment if you want to be tagged in future parts.

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An Illyrian bastard! you could not stand him. He was a contemptuous brute as you knew most Illyrians were. Cassian and Rhysand were just fine, if only he turned out more like his brothers. Although the comment the former had made had you reeling. In no world do you see yourself sharing a bed with the Shadowsinger. What was worse was knowing the days to come were going to be filled with hours of what had just occurred. In the safety of your room, you had released the flames that begged for freedom, letting them kindle on your hands, careful not to get too close to the furniture.

The power you and your twin had shared assuming it had come from your mother's distant bloodline. Your mother was another factor that you had thought of constantly during your stay at this new court. While you dealt with your own struggles mentally, you and Lucien had a better life here in Velaris, you were free from all the males who once dominated your life. You couldn’t say the same for your poor mother. She was the one person you looked forward to seeing.

“He’s not right you know?” A smooth casual familiar voice echoed from behind you. Your power jolted, letting out a blast of controlled flames in your hands.

“I could have burned you, you idiot!” You shoved your brother away from you once you recovered from the shock.

“No, you really couldn’t have.” He chuckled. There Lucien stood a few feet behind you, he just left yesterday morning, there was no reason for him to be back so early.

“What are you doing here anyway?” You crossed your arms and shuffled closer to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“I heard Rhysand gave you a tough assignment, with an even tougher partner.”

“Do not call him my partner and he’s weaker than any of you give him credit for,” You snarked back.

Lucien put his hands up in surrender, “Relax I’m just here to ease the tension.”

“Like you ever,” You glared at him playfully.

“He has a way of making you tense so easily, Sister.” Lucien sits beside you on the edge of the end of your bed. “Despite your hatred for him, you need to place your trust in him fully while you’re there.”

“Why can’t you come with me?” You put on your best puppy dog-like pleading eyes, Lucien stopped falling for it once you both came to an age where life was not so easily bought by a sweet smile or those perfect doe eyes you were able to mimic.

“I would if I could, I have business elsewhere” He ruffled your hair pushing your head away lightly when you scowled at him. “Important business in the mortal realms of all places.”

“Oh please, you can feign annoyance all you want but you’ve found an interest there.”

“I don’t have much keeping me here anyway Y/n, better to keep busy.” A sad disposition had formed within him whenever he was near Elain, he couldn’t do more than he was already doing to make Elain comfortable around him.

The words stung, and suddenly the statement Azriel made didn’t seem so far off the truth. You knew you could make yourself useful enough to be of value but what did any of that mean when your own twin couldn’t find your company worthy. Obviously, he did have places to go and people to meet but you did too and if he ever needed you, you would drop everything to be there for him. The scar on your left cheek was a testament to that.

You sat there side-by-side for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other's company in silence. Lucien tapped your knee twice before declaring he walk you out before your journey. He wrapped a loose arm around your shoulders, “I will be here when you get back.” He squeezed you into his side.

Reaching the last step Azriel was there waiting for you, he gave Lucien a nod before looking away to give you and your brother privacy. You squeezed his middle, “You better.”

He gave you a kiss on your forehead, “Stay safe, sister.”

“Goodbye brother,” You whispered back to him before he disappeared into thin air. Cassian came out of the kitchen and nodded for you to come to him.

Once in the kitchen Cassian peeked out of the door and spoke in a hushed tone, “Listen, I know it’s gonna be hard but the only way this plan will work is if you both find a way to set aside your differences and learn how to communicate.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair giving him an exasperated look, you thought he was going to give you some advice or something more useful than a lecture. “Unlike him, I believe I can be civilized. Besides we’re about to have plenty of bonding time.”

You caught him wince at the word bonding, “Let’s hope so.”

“Was that it?” You asked. Cassian hummed in response and with a finger flicked your head up by your chin.

“Remember Y/n, don’t hesitate. Hesitate and you're dead.” The same advice he gave you throughout training, a feat you had consistent trouble with; hesitation. You were decent, despite being out of shape with the lack of training and with what little you knew of combat. Illyrian training was different than what you were used to but it was better and you learned enough to be of use if you were needed. Maybe a little clumsy and lacked some confidence in your skills but in a life-or-death situation you expected your survival instincts would kick in.

He guided you to where Azriel was sitting on the couch, fiddling with his knife.

~~~

Winnowing to the dawn court went smoothly. You and Azriel winnowed separately, neither of you willing to touch each other, opting to travel alone rather than conserve energy to save time. The first big jump had you stopping for a break at the Day Court, you felt your power falter, the surge of fire from earlier draining you a little. The law of your power, where one of your powers is strong the others weaken.

You stopped by a lake for water, careful of your surroundings. A quick minute stop and when you had winnowed away to the point on the other side of the border where you knew to meet Azriel, he had given you an earful.

“Where were you?” His tone was nothing short of accusatory.

“I felt like I needed a short break so I stopped for some water,” You spoke casually so as not to alarm the always-on-edge spymaster. It took a toll on your patience but you needed him to be calm.

His eyes were narrow as he stared you down, “Where?”

“Near Day Court border Azriel, Where else?”

“Specifically where did you stop for water?” He pushed, “Shocking there were no sentries nearby.”

“I assure you whatever your mind conjured up about my whereabouts, is not true.”

“I just find it curious how you were not intercepted,” He crossed his arms and tilted his head “unless there is something that you’re not telling me.”

You were beginning to feel anxious by his interrogation, you didn’t have anything to hide but this felt familiar in the ways your brothers would question you after a night out or worse when you were on your little missions for them. Tamlin would do the same, jealous even though you knew he never truly loved you. Even when he had Feyre.

“I told you all there is to know,” You grit your teeth. “We’re wasting time on this useless topic when we would have been at Dawn already.”

“I don’t trust you.” He begins to walk in the direction of the border of the Dawn Court.

“Oh really?” Your voice is frivolous as you follow him, “I hadn’t gathered that. I can feel your shadows, they are not as obscure as you think they are. Even so, I have nothing to prove to you Shadowsinger.”

His jaw clenches, “You somehow have fooled everyone in my court that you are innocent but I will find a way to break you Firewielder.”

“And you will fail,” You stop walking when you step in front of him, blocking his way. “You think of me as some villain Azriel when I am just someone who is trying to get by in whatever way, whatever place I can. That is all I have been trying to do, all I have ever done. Gods, if your High Lady could forgive me, why can’t you?”

“You have caused my High Lady enough harm,” He says simply and starts to walk again but you block his path. “You do not deserve the forgiveness, Rhysand and Feyre have so graciously granted you.”

“I have paid for my sins just as I’m sure you have and will continue to do so, I do not need a constant reminder of my fuckups any more than you do.” Your words were like venom, you may not know all of what the Shadowsinger was made of but the whispers throughout the world of what he does to people, rumor or no- you knew would haunt him til the end of his days. “You are no better than I am Spymaster, you should do well to remember that next time you sink that knife into someone’s flesh.”

An astonished look featured on his chiseled face, you’d wager no one but his brothers dared to speak to him in such a way. You weren’t one to speak so flippantly, but Azriel brought out a side of you that you had to admit you reveled in. You hadn’t felt as strong as when you let all your anger out on him. Your brothers, your father, and Tamlin had made you cower into yourself so much so that you didn’t dare argue. Azriel lit a fire within you that fueled you to shed the weaker parts of your soul and fight back.

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You were within the walls of the Dawn Court castle only minutes after your discussion with Azriel. Not a word was spoken after you said your peace, you stood next to each other with a generous amount of space between you as you waited for someone to attend to you at the front steps of the palace.

A friendly face appeared from behind the doors urging you both to come inside, the healer of the Dawn Court was a long-time friend of yours. You hadn’t seen or spoken to her in years yet her countenance was still the same. She hugged you in greeting and gave the Shadowsinger a nod.

“The High Lord is otherwise engaged unfortunately but he sends his regards and me of course,” Nuan clutched your arm that was already looped around hers. “I’ll be showing you to your rooms.”

“Thank you,” You smiled. Azriel repeated what you had said and followed close behind you. She guides you through a series of hallways with large pillars framing the view of the mountains.

“It’s not a problem, though I do ask that you join me for dinner tonight.” She pauses in front of a door, she’s still holding your arm so you assume this is Azriels room. “Both of you, it’ll be at that restaurant in town that we used to go to Y/n, you know the one.”

You nodded with pursed lips, “Yes, I do but I’m sure Azriel has other ideas on how he’d like to spend his night.” You tried to hint at her to leave him alone, you needed a break from him and his attitude.

“I’ll be there.” Was all Azriel said before bowing his head at her and closing himself in his room for the night.

Nuan raised her brows at you with a slightly agape mouth, dragging you through the long corridor lined with near-opalescent golden stone pillars. Once she had shown you your room a couple of doors down from Azriels, she shut the door behind her. “I had to give you this room so that I can talk to you without him hearing, Cauldron that male is astonishingly gorgeous.”

You snorted, “For a bat.”

She placed her hands on her hips, “Now I know damn well you have taste, Y/n and I know that you wholeheartedly agree with me.”

“I might have once upon a time, I’ve changed.” You smirked and strolled around the room, taking it all in. Your room had a balcony overlooking one of the many gardens, you would have chosen to stay at the Dawn Court if given the opportunity.

“Surely not because of the husband!” Nuan gasped. She reminded you of the one you were fake married to, Fae cannot lie but when one is desperate, the loopholes you find are wild.

You raised an eyebrow at her dramatics, “No, of course not.”

She walked toward you and reached out with her mechanical hand tracing the scar on your face, “Do you think he is that superficial? I have seen the scars on his hands Y/n, he is beautiful but not completely unmarred.”

“I forget how forward you are Nu,” You stepped out of her reach. “Have you heard the news of the faebane? It’s traveling all across the lands, the reason why we’re here.”

She nodded grimly, “Yes, I have heard but my information is limited. And you’re deflecting but that’s no matter, we shall continue that topic at dinner.”

“For an alchemist, you sure do like to gossip.” You teased, “You should seek out Azriel before dinner to discuss the faebane situation.”

“Why do you think I’m friends with an emissary? you make the most pleasant company for gossip.” She reached for the door handle and slipped out of the room.

~~~

You forgot how free-flowing Dawn Court fashion is, as you dressed you felt yourself grow self-conscious. The dress exposed your thighs, arms, and stomach with shibari-like knots around the torso and neck with layered sheer nude material covering. A huge difference from what you were wearing before. You reminded yourself of the fact that the fae of the Dawn Court were not judgmental people and they made dresses like this for all shapes and sizes and they saw every being as radiant. They were peaceful and kind and as you walked into the restaurant, you and Nuan had found one night, Azriel was sitting there in conversation with the dark-haired beauty.

Her dress was similar to yours, and her upturned eyes and olive-toned skin were complimented by the lavender color she was wearing. Azriel was talking intently, the loud chattering of everyone around you clouded your ability to hear what he was saying. Nuan was right, he was gorgeous. Beautiful in a way you could not compare to a male or female, he was otherwordly.

You scolded yourself mentally, as beautiful as he may be, his personality was not. His calculated, smooth-toned, encapsulating speech- your mind wandered again. You could not catch a break from him. Mentally or physically and you were sick of it. With a huff, you lifted the hem of your dress so that it would not catch onto your heel and strutted over to the table where Azriel was out of his chair and holding it out for you to take his place.

In the time you took to admire him from the entrance, you failed to see that they were sitting at a table for two. There was room for two more but you’d have to steal a chair from another table and he had given his chair to you. Your eyes flickered from the chair to him and hesitantly took a seat, he tucked you into the table, and you didn’t miss the way Nuan’s lips turned up on one side.

He pulled up a chair and sat. A Cheshire grin spread upon Nuan’s face, immediately nerves took over you.

“Now that we’re done exchanging information,” She nodded once to Azriel and directed her attention to you. “Y/n about that husband, how is he?”

Your jaw ticked, “I wouldn’t know, I don’t speak to him.”

She hummed, “Interesting. And your brother is he well?”

“Yes, he is, though I suspect you know that considering he visits you often.”

Her laugh came out in a bark, Azriel's eyes and shadows watched you two in a dance, silently observing your postures and hidden messages. He wouldn’t understand the game you and Nuan played, especially not the one Nuan was playing right now, you were beginning to lose track of yourself.

“So Tamlin is completely out of the picture now?” She went back to her original target. You coughed a little bit of the water you sipped a second before she asked. “No, Nuan.” You cursed. “I live in the night court now, everything's changed.”

“Just curious, Y/n/n-” She said lightheartedly. “Do you live there with him?” She glanced at the male sitting next to you. So this is what she wanted to know.

Azriels eyes widened, “Absolutely not!” You both exclaimed at the same time, creating looks coming from nearby tables.

“Apologies, really I thought you two were together, possibly in secret. I got a sense that you both were involved, please forgive me.” Nuan’s cheeks reddened as she stammered her apology.

You were entirely upset knowing that she was embarrassed by her display. You switch the topic as smoothly as you could, asking about how the faebane works and if there was any way she could create an antidote without knowing the exact ingredients in the newer version. She answered each question with ease, Azriel asked a few of his own and finished up the conversation they were having earlier about the theories on who could have made it. At that time your dinner was cleared, and the three of you lingered to pay for your meal.

“Excuse me, I believe I see a patient of mine who isn’t doing what he’s supposed to-” Nuan rushed out of her seat to an older-looking male.

You caught Azriels stare when you turned back into your chair. He looked pensive as he opened his mouth to speak, “How did you and Nuan…”

“Meet? Under the mountain.” You responded though you weren’t so sure why considering you still wanted to be petty for his interrogation. “She healed and made Lucien's eye, also helped me heal when I got the scar.”

A few moments of silence.

“I’d like to-” He cleared his throat “I’d like to apologize for earlier.”

Your eyes search his in suspicion, he continues. “I should have believed you. My shadows told me that you were speaking the truth and I didn’t believe you.”

“I have had enough overbearing males in my life dictating my life and questioning my every move without you being added to the list.”

“I’m trying Y/n,” He sighed clenching the table napkin.

“By telling me that your shadows tried to plead my case and even then you wouldn’t believe me?”

“When you put it that way.” He breathed out a laugh, the closest one you’ve ever heard from him that was meant for your ears. It was a small gesture, one that did not go unnoticed by you. Around you, he was always so tense.

“What is it then?” You inquire, “Do you hate me or could we call a truce?”

“As if you could hold your tongue for long enough for me not to hate you.”

You allowed yourself a small smile, “You are truly unrelenting, if this is how you are with me I wonder how are with the people you bring to your chamber.”

“You talk of my work with so much ease,” He grimaced. “You wouldn’t be able to actually stomach it.”

The humor that hung in the air was gone, you sensed a challenge. “I can’t do what you do but I am not afraid of you Shadowsinger.”

His hazel eyes beheld yours, exploring them, you weren’t sure what he was searching for but the intensity with which he stared unnerved you. “If you weren’t the sister of the male I despise the most and if you weren’t once married to the one who caused my lady so much grief, I could be inclined to like you.” His smooth low toned voice was hypnotic.

You reached for your glass of wine, the energy too much for you to take sober taking a sip before replying “If you weren’t such an insufferable bastard, I could be inclined to say the same.”

“I still don’t trust you,” Azriel said slyly.

You rolled your eyes, “Do you have mind healers in Velaris? Cause you desperately need one, you all do.”

That brought out a deep laugh from him, you looked at him in awe at the melody that came from his mouth and it was as if you were seeing him for the first time. Your stare fixed upon his smile, bright and angelic made your heart jump. He was suddenly aware of you and the wall he had when he was around you built up again.

Your mind felt the need to know if what he said earlier was true, “Is that really why you hate me?”

“You can’t just let a moment be, can you Firewielder?” He no longer carried that sharp grin that had you melting for a second.

“I am not my brother, Eris I mean, what he’s done. I have no part in it.”

He nodded slowly, “Now tell me why you hate me.”

You picked at your cuticle as you spoke- a nervous human habit that you picked up throughout your years. “I don’t. I don’t particularly like you but you have done nothing but make my life miserable since the moment you rescued us from the ice and every moment after that.”

You were being chased by your brothers along with Feyre and Lucien when Cassian and Azriel had come to Feyre's aid. That was when you had found out that Feyre was the High Lady of the Night Court when you and Lucien had been brought to Velaris and saw the city you’ve grown to love. It was the start of everything. Before and after the war.

You and Lucien were appointed as emissaries to the night court, Lucien had his assignments and you had yours. You served as both emissary and spy (occasionally), while Lucien had to send bi-weekly reports to Azriel, you had to report to him for every single assignment unless specified otherwise by the High Lord. This is the cause of the clash you had with the Spymaster.

That day was the only day you had peace from him, if only because nobody in the inner circle had warmed to your presence yet.

“My whole life I’ve heard of the monstrous fae who served the Night Court, the Court of Nightmares was real to me but I was never afraid of the stories- of you. All you did was prove that the stories were true, like the act you all put on when you go there, is real.”

“You should know that I do not find it easy to be around you Y/n.” You were about to ask him what he meant when Nuan’s figure came into view, pulling a lesser fae male along with her.

“Y/n I’d like you to meet Damian- Damian this is the friend I told you about.” Nuan shoved him your way as you stood, you stumbled into him and he steadied you by your elbows. “I took care of the bill by the way, I told Damian he should walk you to the palace. Azriel and I still have loads to discuss.”

You smiled shyly at the blond-haired guy in front of you and turned your head to where Azriel was once sitting, you were about to protest but Nuan was already dragging Azriel out the door. You appreciated your friend's efforts to set you up with the attractive male that was nothing short of a gentleman as he made easy conversation during the walk to the palace, but after dinner with Azriel, this guy wasn’t going to cut it. It would be too easy for you to bring him up to your room and spend the night with him but you were on a job and you were not going to give Azriel another to scold you.

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Next Chapter

Taglist: @americancowgirl19 - @feyres-fireheart - @brekkershadowsinger - @marina468

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It's the first of June, y'all know what that means..

Welcome to the first chapter of my next generation ACOTAR fiction, A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning, ACT 1- The Witch (link at bottom of the post)

Protagonists:

Dahlia Fairburn, General and Heir of Spring

Aisling Sapphirus, Healer of the Hewn City

Nyx Archeron, Son of the Witch

Relationships:

Dahlia Fairburn x Aisling Sapphirus

Nyx Archeron x Tamlin Fairburn

Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Nuan x Lucien Vanserra

Original Azris Child(ren) x Tarquin

Summary

Life is peaceful for Dahlia Fairburn, running with her War Band, and commanding the Spring Court armies. Since the day she could wield a sword, she's been helping her father, along with her younger brother, to restore Spring to its former glory. Trying to ignore the festering magic in her body, that threatens to consume her.

One day, all that peace is threatened to be shaken, as a certain prince of Night asks for her to join the rebellion of the Hewn City and Illyria. From beneath the great mountains, an ancient song calls for her. She meets a woman with death in her eyes, and power in her veins, who makes Dahlia's blood boil while something clicks into place between them.

This new generation of Prythian was thought to be one of peace and prosperity. But the mask of the reigning High Lords begin to crumble, as secrets older than Prythian itself are uncovered, and darkness is unleashed.

An ACOTAR next generation fanfiction

I hope y'all have fun with this fic!

Tags:

@sonics-atelier, @shi-daisy,

@sadisticdevile, @praetorqueenreyna,

@skyesayshi, @futurehunt

@mathiwrites

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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Prompts

Not ship specific:

Elain Yelling At Night Court

You should do a one shot of Elain letting her inner fire out and yelling at the IC about using Elain to control Lucien AND going on and on about Lucien failing Feyre in Spring. (I mean we all know Tamlin abused Lucien both mentally and physically and its a bit hard to take care of someone else when you are being abused yourself. Ya feel me? HA)

Eris embarrassing Lucien

I can see Eris telling embarrassing stories about Lucien to Elain and Lucien just has to sit there and take it. Do a one shot of that!

Jealous Elain- Rita's edition

Hey ! Could you write a little one-shot (or Multiple if you are feeling it) of Elain being super jealous that Lucien is getting attention from other females? I feel like she would be super territorial and I really think you could run with it!

Elain riling up Lucien [NSFW at part 4 until part 7]

One, Two,Three,Four, Five, Six, & Seven

Hey, I saw a reply from you where a person proposed a one shot, do you still accept this kind of thing? If so, could you write a fic where Elain spends the night of the winter solstice trying to get close to Lucien to make someone else jealous, BUT when everyone goes to sleep they meet in the kitchen and when Lucien is about to kiss her he asks her what she wants and she says a distraction, so Lucien walks up to her, puts his knee/thigh between her legs, runs his nose down her neck, across her face, gets close to her ear and says he's not a distraction to anyone, bites her on the ear and leaves? ?? Please, I need to read something like this. Where he excites her and then leaves.

Lucien's Jacket

Favorite Head canon. Mine is the jacket Lucien gave Elain so please enjoy some ANGST.

Jealous Elain- the vase part 1

You could write something in which Lucien is doing something and one of his friends (Nuan or Vassa) runs her hand through his hair to get it out of his face but Elain (who has not yet accepted the mate bond) gets jealous and tries to get his attention??

Jealous Lucien (part 2 of the vase) [NSFW]

I just like seeing jealous Lucien

Game Night

I have an idea for a one shot, Elucien, Nessian, and Feysand cutest couple contest and Elucien wins but then Eris and Arina walk in and actually win 😂

Lucien finds out about Solstice

Could you do one where Lucien finds out about what happened on solstice but he and Elian isn’t speaking to him yet? I’m curious to see your take!

Part 2-Lucien finds out about Solstice

Um can I have a part 2 to Lucien finding out about solstice? Pretty please?

Helion & Lady Of Autumn [NSFW]

Listen…There’s so so little HelionxLoA smut out there🤧🤧 so naturally I came to the Queen of Vanserra/Spellcleaver writing to request literally anything you want to write for them, I just need content about them cause all we have is CRUMBS😭🤧

love your writing boo have a wonderful day💕

"Truth is, I'm so damn in love with you I don't know what to do with myself!"

"truth is that i'm so damn in love with you that i don't know what to do with myself" - for lucien please!!

Human Lucien/Fae Elain [NSFW]

nooo bestie because ur teasing elain wrecking lucien n I need it pleaseeee😭😭😭 it's always lucien n his firedick but I wanna see elain ruining lucien for a change

Trick Or Treat- [NSFW]

prompts - a "trick or treat" elucien smut

Mirror- [NSFW]

Prompts elucien: her or him talking in her or his ear "do you want to know why I know what you are doing? because I did the same thing to you; looking for any excuse to get closer" (no pressure at all and if you want to mix this prompt with another one, feel free, you are the commander)

Elain hate fucks Lucien [NSFW]

Okay, but you should definitely write Elucien hate sex!!

Maybe Lucien hasn’t visited velaris in a few weeks all while Elain is getting tired of her life there. He visits but walks in on an upset Elain who doesn’t have an outlet to pour her anger into. Just saying 😏

Elain x Luicen x Jurian threesome [NSFWest]

"Lucie-" "You've lost the right to use that name." "For the I rest of the night you will address me as sir and nothing else." or sumn like that im not an author so feel free to do whatever, this can also be hate sex too or better yet angry sex

Soft Elain x Lucien in love

hi idk if this is a prompt or just me being emotionally needy but can you write about elucien making out? any universe you can think about.... just them kissing and being in love

Elain needs Lucien help to find something [NSFW]

Ok but imagine Elain being mean and telling Lucien she’s not wearing underwear before they accept the bond.

Helion x LOA reuniting

Lucien and LoA being reunited after not being able to really see each other for years and years. Bonus if Elain sees and it melts her heart because she loves that Lucien is an unabashed mama’s boy.

We're roommates and you drunkenly pass out in my bed

we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in For Elucien plss

Lucien and Elain read a Sellyn Drake novel

Your take on Lucien reading Sellyn Drake’s #1 Prythian Times bestselling novel, “The Autumn Flame” and realizing it’s about Helion and his MOTHER.

Nesta and Eris fall asleep watching a movie

Whoops I made them soft. 13- we fell asleep on the couch, watching a movie and wake up entangled with each other

Elain and Lucien are snowed in and cold [NSFW]

In honor of the 2-3 feet of snow we’ll be getting today! — “we're snowed in and there is not a lot of space and heat” 🌨

Elain has a nightmare

you woke me up screaming from a nightmare, and I’m tired, so let’s cuddle so the nightmares don’t come anymore (bonus points if Elain is the one having the nightmare and this forces Lucien and Elain to interact)

Still Into You

Cassian stumbles into the middle of Feyre and Rhysand's yearly mating anniversary, and learns the secret to making a relationship last: lying.

Feyre scares herself watching crime shows [NSFW]

Feyre has been on a Criminal Minds kick but now it’s 3am and it’s dark and every sound in the apartment is freaking her out so she calls Rhys who is just her “best friend” (sure Feyre 🙄) to come stay the night with her cause she’s paranoid

Nesta FM

Nesta is a host of a radio call in show for relationship advice and Cassian is one of her colleagues that starts making a few call ins…

#prompt masterlist

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theeternalstruggle · 3 years

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OK i was thinking about all the acotar cracksips

and then i thought of Eris and how the first time he was seen decent it was towards Nuan.

my girl wouldn't take any ones shit and Eris knew it.

My friends i present to you - Eris X Nuan

#i saw Nuan as a tinkerer #who is aromantic and asexual #but #i also like the thought tof the two of them hiding their relationship #who told her lucien was in velaris #certainly not Mr. i-sent-him-word-anonymously #she wouldnt cower before 7 highlords #she is a wildfire #Eris vanserra #Eris x nuan #Nuan #Eris vanserra x Nuan

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one-day-i-will-write · 6 years

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A Court of Gold and Secrets

Part One: Glittering Gold

Chapter Two: Golden Hand

Ch 2: Golden Hand

Lucien

Not that Lucien was one to complain. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. He just didn’t complain about important things. This, however, just seemed wrong.

Nuan seemed perfectly content to spend her time observing Morrigan. Lucien appreciated that he was right about the pair’s compatibility, but he also wanted time to catch up with one of his oldest and dearest friends.

Instead, he was sulking in a corner booth at Rita’s with some potato snack in front of him and a glass of whisky in his hand. He sipped as he watched Nuan and Mor chat animatedly about Nuan’s latest discovery, which Lucien found extremely interesting. Not that anyone was asking his opinion.

Finally, Nuan looked his way. The light caught the golden highlight she’d added to her cheeks when she found out they were going to a bar.

“Well, aren’t you just fantastic at pouting.” She joked, lightly pushing his arm.

“I hadn’t thought you’d notice.” Lucien answered, sipping his drink as he pretended to look at the other patrons in the bar.

“Oh, poor little fox.” Mor pushed out her lip in a mock-pout. “We must make it up to him.”

Lucien found himself laughing, Nuan’s quiet laugh shadowing his own. He was always amazed that such a strong willed female was so quiet. But she didn’t need to be loud, her skill and determination were clear either way.

Lucien stood, holding out his hand to Nuan.

“How about we dance?” Lucien nodded in Mor’s direction. “And I suppose that one can join as well.”

Mor made an offended noise, but Nuan took his hand with her golden one and accepted the offer. It made Lucien remember a time when he was so low, so broken that he had risked his dearest friendship by inviting Nuan to bed. She had smacked him in the back of his head with that same golden hand and told him to get over himself. Then they’d spent the night drinking and playing card games. It was the best possible outcome.

“I suppose I can work off some of the alcohol, then drink more.” Mor said as she stood. She gave a sweeping gesture to the dance floor. “Shall we?”

“After you.” Lucien let go of Nuan’s hand to mockingly bow. Mor threw a potato snack at him.

Still, she danced her way to the center of the dance floor, clearing a path for her friends as she went. Mor lost herself to the music, hips swaying and hair flipping, with that large smile on her face that she so readily gave.

Nuan was less used to this style of dancing, so Lucien took her hands and showed her some basic moves. She laughed as he purposefully made a full of himself, and Mor joined in once she got a look. Soon, the three of them were dancing together. And helping to subtly block any would be suitors.

Lucien retreated to the bar to refill their drinks, Mor wanted something that was complicated and fruity for some odd reason. He and Nuan stuck to whisky. Lucien felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a handsome lesser faerie, with cat eyes and golden fur, smiling at him.

“Can I help you?” Lucien was trying to place this faerie’s face, but was coming up blank. He laughed, a deep, hearty sound.

“I just wanted to compliment your dancing.” He leaned on the bar, a tail swishing behind him. “I was enjoying the show.”

“Glad to be of service.” Lucien quipped, turning his attention back to the bar.

“My name is Orino.” He watched Lucien for a moment. “It’s fine if you are not at all interested, but I would’ve hated myself for not trying.”

“There was a time I would have been very interested.” Lucien responded. “But, I’m mated now.” Lucien looked down at the bar as he said it. He hadn’t made any headway with Elain. It would be easier, if she wasn’t interested, if she outright denied the bond.

“I see.” Orino sipped his drink. “I take it it hasn’t been a storybook ending?” Lucien laughed, not much humor in it.

“No, not quite.” Lucien sipped on his whisky, still waiting on that ridiculous drink Mor ordered. “She was engaged before…” He gestured to himself.

“Ah.” Orino drew out the sound, claw clinking against his glass. “That is a rough time, my friend.”

Lucien raised a brow at the word ‘friend’.

“Oh, if you’re not interested I figured we could still try to be friends.” Orino smirked. “Besides, for whatever reason, I get much more attention when I surround myself with gorgeous males.”

Lucien outright laughed at that, head tilted back.

“Well I am glad to be of service.” Lucien smirked at Orino. The bartender finally brought Mor’s drink, which appeared to have an entire fruit basket inside.

“That’s for the blonde one, isn’t it?” Orino stared at the drink as if it would attack him.

“How did you guess?” Lucien asked.

“Because she’s been glancing at the bar every few minutes, and just broke down laughing when you actually got it.” Orino pointed back to where Mor and Nuan were still dancing, a lopsided smile on his face.

Lucien followed his gaze and, sure enough, Mor was bent over laughing at the ridiculous drink while Nuan was holding her up. Nuan was smiling at him, though it did look a bit apologetic.

“She is ridiculous.” Lucien grumbled.

“Well, at least she isn’t boring.” Orino finished his drink and put the glass on the bar. “I hope to see you around...I never got your name.”

“Oh, right.” Lucien put down the ridiculous drink and held out his hand. “Lucien.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Lucien.” Orino shook his hand. “Maybe we can be friends one day.”

“Maybe.” Lucien responded. Orino bowed his head and walked back to his group, tail swishing with each step.

#acogs #a court of gold and secrets #lucien vanserra #morrigan #nuan #mor x nuan #post-acowar #acotar #acomaf #acowar

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andthedreamsthatareanswered · 7 years

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Acowar Couples

So I was thinking about the future Acowar books and came up with a few characters I would love to see paired together

•Jurian

I really need Jurian to have a happy ending. I was kind of thinking that he could be paired with Viviane's sister. I know they never even met in the series but I feel like she will have a part to play in it all.

•Azriel x Elain x Lucien

I can totally see this Azriel and Elain ending up together just because Elain is so sweet and caring and Azriel is just as much. They could be so good for each other but at the same time... I feel like I love Elucien just as much. And they are mates. I mean come on.

*Honestly I'd be happy with either Az x Elain or Lucien x Elain.*

• Cassian x Nesta

We already know these two are meant to be. Need I say more.

•Eris

I feel like Eris could be a potential perfect fit for Vassa. They both seem wild and untamed. It just depends on who Sarah decides to leave Elain with. Because truly I could see Vassa with Azriel as well lol.

A good contendor is also Nuan, just because he defended her skills during the Lords' meeting and I really doubt Sarah just threw that in there out of nowhere.

Basically I ship anyone with anyone at this point lol.

#acowar #acotar #acomaf #potential couples #eris #vassa #elucien #azriel #elain #jurian #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #lucien x vassa #eris x vassa #eris x nuan #nuan

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shadowqueenjude · 7 months

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I can't get over how shippable Lucien is. Man could slap with literally ANYONE. The Archeron sisters- I already made a post about this, but every single pairing is amazing. Feycien? The chaotic younger-sibling duo Elucien? Our favorite sunshine regency life of the party duo Lucnes? OMG. OUR TRAUMATIZED WORLD DOMINATION DUO Tamcien? Dude, the best friend duo omg. Tarquin and Lucien? our nice boy duo. NICEST GUYS IN THE SERIES Lucien and Rhysand? Our enemies-to-lovers duo (even if I hate Rhys) Lucien and Cassian? Our sassy duo (even if I hate Cas) Lucien and Azriel? All this sexual tension...they're using Elain as a buffer between them babes. We all thought of Luzriel in that moment Azriel carried him, don't lie (even if I hate Az) Lucien and Nuan? Our smart bestie duo! Lucien and Amren? She already called him the handsome son, so... Lucien and Mor? (ok this one might be awkward cuz she fucked his dad) Revenge on Az duo! Lucien and Vassa? The fire duo! Lucien and Jurian? The eye duo! Lucien and the KING OF HYBERN? He called him handsome too, just saying...

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #feycien #elucien #lucnes #tamcien #tarquin x lucien #lucien x rhysand #lucien x cassian #luzriel #lucien x nuan #lucien x amren #lucien x mor #lucien x king of hybern #vassien #lucien x jurian

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nocasdatsgay · 8 months

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Links below to my ao3 and post with descriptions.

Note: Majority of my fics are 18+. Please read the tags and ratings. This post will be updated when new fics are posted. Fics are listed in no particular order.

Main ao3 Link Here

Fandoms included: Detroit Become Human (all on ao3) and ACOTAR

ACOTAR Fics

Poly Week Master Post

Eris

Eris Week 2023 master post (NSFW are marked)

Nessian

Adjustment - NSFW

Feysand

Bow - NSFW

Elriel

Don’t Disappoint Me -NSFW

Elucien

Drabble about Mates for Elucien Week

Lucien week day 7: Letters

Feylin (Tamlin/Feyre)

Calanmai Night - NSFW

Feyre/Lucien/Tamlin

It takes two to play - NSFW

Tamlin

Cursed Fate

Tamlin X Lucien

Forbidden (one-side Tam/Lucien)

A Sunbeam Shining Into the Night - NSFW

Azris

Chokehold - NSFW

From the shadows the beast will rise - multi ch. overall NSFW

Eris/Reader

Frenzy - NSFW

Barging In

So where do I start? - NSFW

Eris/Reader/Azriel

Masterlist including Be Good and Now Behave

Be Good- NSFW

Now Behave -NSFW

Nuan/Lucien

I’ve Always Been Right Here -Chapter 2 NSFW

Neris

The Price You Pay For Power

Glorified warmer

Spring Time Affairs Masterlist Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain

Cassian x Eris

Clandestine Negotiations

Harlots of Autumn

Sold

#my fics #acotar #DBH #masterlist #I even made a ducking header XD

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viktoriakosci666 · 2 years

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Fuck Elriels with their suicide note sending asses. Fuck Vassiens and their immaturity to call Eluciens 'weirdos'.

We can ship WHOEVER we want. Elucien, Lucien x Nuan, or even Lucien finding happiness by himself!

But sure, I guess they prefer the story where Elain becomes a spy, never leaves the NC, doesn't grow out of her NC shell, and is forced to wear NC black despite looking ugly in it.

But sure, they definitely prefer the story of how Lucien, a Lord of FIRE, fell for the ONLY other woman who's power is fire (boring, dull). The woman who MAY or may not be mortal, and who may just cause Lucien more grief. A woman who they ship with him BECAUSE she 'apparently' reminds him of Jesmind, which, to THEM, is a GOOD THING.

NOPE! Don't add anything more!

#elucien #anti elriel #anti vassien #sjm #lucien #elain #The Seer #The Emissary #The Fox #The Doe

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rayonfrozenwings · 3 years

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Elain Market Gardener/Researcher/Explorer Headcanon

Elain can do so much more with her Gardening knowledge. We know that she wanted to visit the continent to see the flowers there, that she can grow almost everything in her garden and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. She can easily learn recipes and people enjoy her food. She is a capable reader and follower of instructions. During her time in the human world she was seen to be intelligent and a worthy match for any lord.

So using these things and inspiration from a picture - I give you Elain the Market Gardener/Researcher/Explorer who is just trying to rebuild the earth one plant at a time.

❀

- After the destruction of the War with Hybern, the lands are still recovering. The people of Prythian are most concerned with food but Elain is slowly finding in her travels that other plants are being destroyed to make crops and feed the people.

- She then Makes it her mission to research and preserve all the plants she can - even the ones people don't love.

- This research and gathering of plants takes her around Prythian, But she quickly learns that she cannot take them all back with her to the Night Court due to climate differences as they don't survive very long there.

- So she she gathers other like minded people and finds ways to set up nurseries and gardens in each Court.

- Her "little research job" quickly expands to managing other people and collaborating with them to learn as much as they can about all the plants - magical or otherwise.

- Lucien introduces her to his friend Nuan, whose knowledge quickly comes in handy.

- Nuan becomes her chief science officer making sure that temperatures are kept even and experimenting with ways to create new climates in other courts allowing cross-breeding between vastly different plants.

- Nuan remains based in Dawn. Close to the Night Court but also surrounded by other like minded tinkering people.

- Nuan and Elain become close friends, working together for the betterment of all of Prythian. They have their own team of people that Source the plants, others that save them, and then ones with knowledge slowly realise that this is a good thing happening.

- It takes time for the sprites and forest dwelling lesser fae to trust the high fae walking through their lands but once they start seeing the high fae saving plants from being destroyed they start to open up and share knowledge.

❀

- Elain still loves to get her fingers dirty, to feel one with the soil, so each garden that she travels to has a small plot of land just for her.

- She plants her favourite varieties in each of these small gardens located around Prythian. She always feels at home in each place as long as she gets to spend time in her garden.

- These small gardens become her home, each a reflection of a different part of herself. She doesn't always invite people to see her gardens and often will have another garden for the public to see.

- The secret gardens allow her to continue her own research without anyone else.

- She has Nuala and Ceridwen often visiting her and while they probably know of the secret gardens they have never asked her about them and Elain likes this about them. They know when she does and doesn't want to talk.

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- The Spring Court was the first Court she went to. To help the farmers and the local populace but also to make sure that things grew without growing wild. Spring seemed to grow without any help from her so a taming was needed. A pruning of thorns and roses to let smaller, slower growing plants thrive. She had some of the Inner Circle at her disposal for the exercise and even the Band of Exiles helped her. Vassa's fire powers were helpful in that she could burn invasive plants and the ash could be used to fertilise the fields.

- On her way home she did the royal tour - a slow trip through the safer courts of Summer, Winter, Dawn and Day. They quickly moved through the middle not wanting to stop but Elain made sketches of the vines and night blooming flowers from the carriage.

- In each court she realised how many things she had yet to explore and discover. The beauty that was present in every place and how abundant life was.

- The first thing she realised was that her knowledge was lacking. Each court was a whole new place and experience.

- When she arrived in the Day court instead of heading to the hanging gardens by the river she quickly moved into the library with her sister. Nesta left her alone in the halls filled with botany books and went in search of her own book choices.

- The research was just the start but she was determined to use her new found purpose to help the people of prythian in the way she best knew how.

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- Over time this developed into greenhouses - plants for sale and user guides for how to take care of them.

- Elain becomes a household name, knowing how to grow anything and everything and. She receives fan mail - Her fans write to her to ask "how do I stop plant X from dying?", if she doesn't know then her team jumps into action and she learns it.

- They develop quarterly publications that talk about the best plants to grow in the court and season and tips for making more exotic plants grow in new climates. Elain loves collecting flowers for Feyre to paint and placing her art on the cover.

- Helion and Rhysand spent time developing a printing press for mass production, and while it is still a minority of Fae that will read the pamphlet, reading it being brought to the masses through Gardening.

- Her teams under Nuan have found medicinal properties for plants and the Dawn court now grows most of the medicinal plants making them more accessible.

- Elain found a sapling for an Ash tree on an excursion, and while she knows this can easily kill Fae she had to preserve the species. So in the middle there is a secret grove known only to her, where ash trees grow.

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#Elain #headcanon #acotar #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #sjm #elain archeron #hc #renee writes #i dunno what other tags there are

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goldenruhn · 2 years

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rate your favourite to least favourite ships in tog, acotar and any other series

Let me just go with TOG and ACOTAR because I haven't really read that many series to actually give you any more ships. Also, I know some of these are crackships so shut up and get a life instead of complaining.

God-Tier

Lucien x Elain Jassa x Vassa Nesta x Eris LOA x Helion Nuan x Lucien Dorian x Manon Dorian x Sorscha Chaol x Yerene Lorcan x Elide Gwyn x Azriel Azriel x Eris Tamlin x healing

It gives me nothing

Elain x Azriel Rhysand x Ferye Aelin x Rowan Lucien x Vassa Nesta x Cassien Lysandra x Aedion

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tntwme · 7 years

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Girls’ Night

Absolutely none of this is my work - I read this little scene in another favorite series of mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward and her spin-off series Black Dagger Legacy - I cannot recommend them enough!) and thought it would be great if our favorite characters from ACOTAR (by Sarah J Maas) were in it. This part is specifically from JR Ward’s book, Blood Kiss. I hope you laughed as much as I did when I read this scene, and enjoy it with the ACOTAR characters!

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Nesta looked over at the archway from the library desk she had been stuck at for the past two weeks. She never realized being the Emissary of Prythian for the Human Realm would entail so much work. Standing together in the archway were Feyre, Elain, and Amren, glasses of wine and plumed pens in their hands.

“We’re prepared to scribe up and help with the invitations,” Feyre said. “And then we’ve asked for dinner on special service, because we’re doing girls’ night with a movie upstairs in the theater.”

“Magic Mike XXL just came out on DVD,” Amren chimed in. “We have a moral obligation to support the arts, even if they’re just the human ones.”

“I haven’t seen the first one,” Elain murmured. “They tell me his pelvis is double-jointed. Is that true?”

Amren came forward and took the paperwork out of Nesta’s hands. “Come on, you look like you need a girls’ night. Cresseida and Mor are joining us. So are Viviane and Nuan. We’re getting all of us together - it’s about time.”

For a split second, Nesta felt guilty about easing into the friendship that was being offered. It seemed….too frivolous when she thought about all she wasn’t able to do for everyone else.

Feyre leaned in. “We’ve told the males that they can’t come in. Mostly because if they see that Channing guy up on the big screen - “

Amren finished, “ -we’re going to need to do a remodel after they’re done with things.”

“Back to the double-jointed business,” Elain kicked in. “I mean, how does he walk?”

“Very well, sister.” As Feyre answered, she put an arm around Nesta’s shoulders. “Very, very well.”

Then they began setting down ink jars and papers and handed Nesta a glass of wine, who began to blink fast. Part of the emotion was relief at a break from all the work she had been buried under. The other half was a gratitude so great, her chest could barely contain the emotion.

“Ladies,” she said, putting her arm around Feyre’s waist. “Let’s do the addressing quickly - so we can get to the undressing.”

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“I’m sorry….they’re doing WHAT?”

As Cassian spoke, he looked at the males-only group sitting around the mansion’s dining room table. Not one of his brothers or any of the other males were laughing or talking loudly. The bunch of sad sack losers was just sitting in front of half-eaten plates and untouched glasses of vodkas, bourbon and whiskey like a roll call of basset hounds who’d lost their anti-depressants.

Not what he’d expected to find as he came late to dinner.

When Nesta had texted him and told him she was working with the females on something, it had seemed like a good idea to take care of some trainee stuff.

He hadn’t banked on this funeral thing just because the ladies were doing a project.

“Hello?” he demanded. “You guys lost your hearing along with your sac or something?”

Rhys inhaled like he was about to break the news of a death in the family. “They’re having a movie night.”

Cassian rolled his eyes and went over to his chair. Yeah, it was a little weird to sit down without his Nesta by his side, but for Cauldron’s sake, it was nothing to go Prozac over. Besides, he was glad his female had friends in the house-

“They’re watching Magic Mike,” someone said.

“Is that a children’s show?” He started filling his plate with heaping piles of lamb. “Varian, pass the salt over here, would-“

Cassian stopped talking as he realized the entire table of males was looking at him. “What?”

“You haven’t heard of Magic Mike?” Lucien demanded.

“No.” He leaned back again as Azriel handed him a drink. “Thanks. Is it like Barney?”

“It’s about strippers,” Lucien countered.

Cassian frowned and lowered his glass from his lips. “I’m sorry?”

Kallias came in from the pantry with a scowl like somebody had shot his favorite fox courier.

“Naked,” Kallias muttered as he sat where Nesta should have been. “Buck-ass naked. And they’re humans. Cauldron, it’s like being shown up by a pack of dogs.”

“In thongs,” someone else bitched. “Dogs in thongs.”

Cassian followed through on taking a drink this time, swallowing the burn, welcoming the heat in his gut. Okay, fine, it was a bit of a surprise to find that he kept going until the glass was empty, but hey, he had a lot to think about. On one level, the fact that his mate was watching a movie with her buddies, even if it did involve some nakey, really wasn’t a big deal.

On another level, he wanted to find the electrical box and cut the power to that part of the mansion.

Then torch the DVD. And the screen.

And take his mate to bed just to show her all the tricks he had over some actor in a - oh, Cauldron, a thong?

“It’s fine,” he heard himself say as he motioned to Az for a refill. “I mean, first of all, they love us - and second, it’s not like it’s an X rated -“

“They show a cock pump,” Helion said with a wide smile, like he was helping. “And in action. You know, it’s on a cock and it’s pumping-“

Kallias unsheathed a dagger from somewhere and pointed the thing a Helion’s head. “You keep talking like that and I’ma trim your hair. With my eyes closed.”

Helion laughed. “Yeah, whatever, big boy. I thought you had more mojo than to get worked up over something like this. You really that insecure?”

“You want insecure,” Kallias said. “I’ll make you-“

“Okay, okay,” Cassian cut in. “Leave it, Kallias. It’s fine, it’s great - they’re just enjoying themselves. What’s wrong with that? It’s not like they’re sleeping with the guy.”

“You sure about that?” Helion smiles. “You don’t think they’re fantasizing about-“

The collective growl that rose up from the males was so loud, it managed to agitate the crystals in the enormous chandelier hanging over the table. And the Lord of Day Court was an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid.

Moving slowly, like there were multiple guns pointed at him, he put his hands up in submission. “Sorry. Whatever. I’ll stop before all this lame-ass uncomfortability you bunch of morons are sporting kills me.”

“Wise choice,” Cassian said dryly. “Not that I wouldn’t mind hitting you right now. Although that’s not specific to this sitch.”

Helion went back to eating, shoving food in his face.

The other males weren’t so quick to do a reset on things, those narrowed eyes still trained on the male with the big mouth.

“Come on, boys, it’s fine.” Cassian said. He cut a piece of lamb off and put it in his mouth. “Mmmm. Delish.”

In reality, the stuff tasted like cardboard, but he made a show of the yummies. He couldn’t keep it up, though.

Two minutes later, he was shoving a full plate away and nursing his second whiskey. “Really. They should have a little independence. They don’t need to be locked at our hips. It’s about time they do something just for them. This is great.”

Next to him, Kallias glared. “Is it. You like the idea of Nesta looking at some other male’s junk?”

“It’s not X-rated-“ As his voice squeaked, he cleared his throat. “I mean, it couldn’t be…no, it’s not-“

“I already checked,” Lucien muttered. “They have the DVDs - they’re probably watching the extended, uncut versions.”

“So the strippers aren’t circumcised?” Helion put his palms up again before the growling got even worse. “Cauldron, you guys are SO damn touchy.”

Cassian shook his head and decided the prick was on his own. “So, yeah, I mean, a little gyrating - a pec pump or two. It’s nothing to get worked up over.” Gesturing to a servant by the door, he said, “Can I have a refill over here?”

“Of course. Would anyone care for dessert?”

Cassian glanced at Varian. “What do you say there, Vari?”

When Varian just swished his ginger ale around in his glass, Cassian cursed and said to the servant, “This one here will have some even if no one else does.”

“Bring me the dessert,” Varian spoke up.

The servant bowed. “But of course, sire. I shall fix you a plate-“

“No. I want the whole dessert. All of the cake and all of the ice cream.”

Annnnnnnnnnndd that was how Varian ended up with a morose audience of however many playing witness to his consuming fifteen small chocolate cakes and two gallons of vanilla ice cream.

It was like watching paint dry, except there was no chemical smell and the room was the same color before and after.

The good news was that the booze was doing its job, fuzzing out Cassian’s mind, making his body both numb and horny. “May I have another?” he asked a passing servant who was removing the final chocolate-smudged plate. “Thank you very much.”

When his glass came back, he pushed his chair away from the table. “I’m out. I’ve got some work to do.”

And no offense to any of them, but hanging around their vibe was just making him more depressed. Any more of this and he was going to start braiding the noose.

Walking out, he paused in the grand foyer. Looked up the stairs. Tried to imagine his Nesta ogling some actor in his underwear.

“Really, it’s fine. Good for her.”

He took his phone out and called up their text string. Hesitating, he thought he’d just send her something, you know, to remind her that….

Wow.

In years past, he would never have given a shit about something like this. Nesta wasn’t only the love of his life; she was a female of worth who would never cheat on him. And hello, it wasn’t like she’d checked into a seedy motel with the guy, for fuck’s sake. She was hanging with her friends just like he hung out with his.

This was ridiculous.

He was NOT the jealous type-

The sound of boots approaching had him glancing over his shoulder. It was Varian, and the male had a frothy glass of Alka-Seltzer in his hand.

Varian looked up the stairs. And dollars for dipshits, he was thinking exactly what Cassian was.

“I’m going up,” the male announced.

“Now wait, wait, wait.” Cassian grabbed that males huge forearm and squeezed. “It’s not like you can just burst in there.”

“Why not?”

“It’s girls’ night.”

“So I’ll put on a dress.”

“Fucking hell, Varian. REALLY?”

Next out were Kallias, Lucien and Azriel. And then everyone else, including Rhys and Thesan, who, in spite of not being officially mated, was right there along the hound-faced rest of them.

“We are NOT going up there,” Cassian announced. “We’re going to go play some pool, and get drunk, and talk about all the training we accomplished at the camps. We’re going to have a great fucking day - night, whatever the fuck it is. Now pick your balls up off the floor and let’s start behaving like men.”

*****

“He has skills. I’m just saying.”

As Viviane spoke up, the captivated audience that was focused on the big screen was in total, very unmuted agreement.

Nuan let out another of her now-trademark wolf whistles.

Amren cursed and threw more Milk Duds at the image, yelling, “Damn, son, you get that shit! You get it!”

Nesta just laughed again. She couldn’t decide what was more amusing, the movies or the company - probably the company. Although the humans were not hard on the eyes, she had to admit.

And then it was time for another round of hooting and hollering.

Cauldron, she couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed this hard. There was something about being with the girls that made the jokes both worse and better at the same time, and the giggling louder, and the silliness more stupid.

All of which was a very beautiful thing, as it turned out.

It also reminded her of how great it was to be accepted for exactly who she was, no external expectations laid on her, no shortfalls she hadn’t volunteered cutting her down. No judgement, just love.

Plus a number of naked guys who were almost as hot as her male? Not a hardship.

When the final scene was over and the credits started to roll, they clapped like the actors could hear them all the way out in California.

“Can you teach me how to whistle like that?” someone asked Nuan.

“You just put two lips around your fingers and blow,” the female replied.

“Isn’t that a line from a movie?” somebody else chimed in.

“Are they doing a third one-“

“Magic Mike Ginormous-“

“We need to watch one and two again first as prep - we’ve got a tradition to uphold-“

“Anybody see Nine and a Half Weeks lately-“

“What’s that-“

One by one, they stood up from the padded leather recliners and stretched in the dim, windowless room, backs cracking, shoulders unknotting. And it was funny - Nesta felt the urge to cut through the conversation and say something profound and meaningful, just to acknowledge the space they’d been in. But the right words didn’t come.

Instead, she said, “Hey, can we do this again?”

Then again, maybe that was exactly what she meant.

Well, what do you know, the peanut gallery was so on board: The rousing cheer was as loud as the hoots at the dance scenes, and the idea that this special time wasn’t a one-off made her feel a piercing kind of relief.

“I think we need a Chris Pratt marathon next. Guardians of the Galaxy,” Feyre said.

“Is that the guy with the brother?” Elain asked.

“That’s Hemsworth,” someone answered.

Starting the line for the departure up the middle aisle, Nesta wadded her empty Milk Duds box and made a rim shot with it into the trash. Abruptly, she realized that she couldn’t wait to see Cassian - and not because of all the scenes of half-naked bodies. She missed him - which was ridiculous, considering neither one of them had gone anywhere.

Heading for the door by the glass display of candy bars, she was smiling as she pushed open the -

“Dear…..God,” she blurted as she recoiled.

The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, all sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles.

Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, empty bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs.

“This is NOT as pathetic as it looks,” her Cassian pointed out.

“Liar,” Kallias muttered. “It so fucking is. I think I’m going to start knitting for reals.”

As the females emerged with her, each one of them registered shock, disbelief, and then wry amusement.

“Is it me,” one of the males groaned, “or did we just perform our own mass castration out here?”

“I think that just about sums this shit up,” somebody agreed. “I’m wearing panties under my leathers from now on. Anyone joining me?”

“Helion already does,” Kallias said as he got to his feet and went to Viviane. “Hey.”

While the other pairs found one another, Cassian smiled as Nesta came over to him and put out her hand to help him off the floor. As they embraced, he kissed her on the side of the neck.

“Are you out of love with me now?” he murmured. “Cuz I’m pussy-whipped?”

She leaned back in his arms. “Why? Because you pinned after me while I was watching a dirty movie with my girls that wasn’t all that dirty? I think it’s actually - and brace yourself - really pretty cute.”

“I’m still all male.”

As she rolled her body against him, she let out a mmmmmm as she felt his erection. “Yes, I can tell.”

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Thank you, @sparkleywonderful and @feysandsmut for the advice!

#feyre #rhysand #nesta #cassian #amren #varian #kallias #viviane #Morrigan #cresseida #nuan #lucien #Azriel #helion #elain #acotar #acomaf #acowar #fanfic

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