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Warrior Heart

Riven x Air Fairy Reader

Links: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Flashback ~ first year orientation

You walked into the great hall in awe. You had seen pictures of the expansive room in the pamphlet, but it didn’t do it justice. For the first year orientation, the faculty had decorated the room with growing vines, pretty flowers, and delicate fairy lights. It looked like Alfea had brought the garden indoors.

Stella dragged you towards the drink table. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress that was firmly the opposite of your black one. While had glitter and frills, yours was plain with gold beads as the only embellishment at the neckline. In your opinion, the neckline was its best feature. It was low enough to make your (nonexistent) cleavage look good, but not low to the point where it was distasteful.

You picked out a pink drink, something that looked strawberry-like and turned around. Unfortunately, you bumped into a person. Specifically, their rock solid chest. And my, what a nice chest it was.

“You know, you don’t have to fall all over me to get my attention.” Said the person. You looked up. It was a brown-haired boy with startling green eyes. He was quite handsome.

“If that’s your idea of a pickup line, I can’t imagine you’re getting much action.” You replied with a smile. He smiled back and held out his hand.

“I’m Riven.” He said. You offered him your hand, expecting a handshake, but he brought your hand to his mouth and brushed your knuckles with his lips in a kiss.

“If this is your idea of seducing a girl, I take back my previous statement.” You said, only half-joking.

“And what’s your name, pretty lady?” Riven asked.

“I’m just the girl who won’t fall for your charms during the first meeting.” You said. This was definitely a boy you wanted to play hard-to-get with.

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to try again and again until you do.” Riven said.

“I think that I’ll be seeing you later, Riven.” You said with a wink. You dashed off to catch up with Stella.

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Present

You opened your eyes, which felt grainy, as though someone had thrown sand into them. You were laying down on a bed in a dark room, and the only light on was a lamp that was pointing at your thigh. Your leggings were cut away at your thigh, exposing a bandage that covered where you had been cut. On the floor, in a bucket, were a couple of bloody rags.

You looked down at your arm, where a makeshift tourniquet was tied into place. Riven stood at his desk, opening something with a pair of scissors.

“Where am I? What happened?” You asked. Riven turned around to look at you. He was wearing a shirt that looked torn at the edge. That explained the cloth tourniquet on your arm.

“You came to me about ten minutes ago, covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. You tell me what happened, Y/n.” Riven said. Suddenly, everything came back to you: the suppressors, the attack, and your body in auto drive, walking you to Riven’s room.

“I was attacked by two people on my way to the Headmistress’ office.” You told him.

“Specialists. You were attacked by a pair of specialists. I recognized the knife you brought with you. It’s standard issue after you graduate and complete your specialist training. Why didn’t you use your powers to defend yourself?”

“Queen Luna’s scientists developed some sort of technology that blocks fairy magic. They are installing it all over campus. I was on my way to talk to the Queen when I got attacked.”

“It’s a miracle you survived. Two graduated specialists are almost impossible to beat.”

“Well, I got pretty banged up in the process, I guess.”

You took a quick inventory of yourself. You could feel your cheek stinging from a cut and there were other major ones on your neck, arm, and torso. Riven had already cleaned and bandaged the one on your thigh. You felt the bruises forming around your eye, where the man had punched you.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I had to cut off some of your clothing to patch you up.” Riven said.

“It’s fine, thank you for helping me.” You replied.

“Don’t worry about it. I just put some hydrogen peroxide on this piece of gauze. I need to clean the laceration on your arm and this will sting.” He said. You nodded and closed your eyes as Riven came closer. You hissed when the gauze touched your cut and killed of the bacteria. It was quickly over when Riven wrapped a bandage around your arm.

“I need to do the one above your hip next. I don’t want to ruin your sweater and shirt. Can you remove it?” Riven asked as he turned around to give you some privacy. You pulled off your shirt, too exhausted to really care that Riven would see your sports bra.

He turned around are walked over to the bed. He had a washcloth in his hand. Riven told you that he needed to wash away the blood and that it looked like this one would need stitches. He wetted the washcloth and gently placed it on your abdomen. You couldn’t help but feel aware of every time Riven’s callused fingers brushed your skin. Little sparks flew around whenever he made contact with you. It felt like some kind of torture.

“I don’t have anything to numb it with, so this will probably hurt.” He said. You turned your head away from Riven and stared at the wall. The pain of the needle came suddenly and you bit down to keep yourself from crying out. Riven put a bandage over the cut after he stitched it up.

“So, where did you learn how to do stitches?” You asked.

“I know how to do a lot of things.” Riven said. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would take this opportunity to crack a suggestive joke.

“When you’re a specialist, you learn how to patch yourself up.”

Riven cleaned and wrapped the cut on your arm and then moved to the deep cut on your cheek. He dabbed the hydrogen peroxide on it and then reached for butterfly bandaids. He carefully pulled off the backing and stuck two over the cut.

“Thanks.” You said.

“Are you hungry?” Riven asked. You nodded. You were really hungry. The adrenaline was wearing off and a feeling of weariness combined with hunger, pain, and exhaustion was settling over you.

“I think the cafeteria is still open. I’m going to go grab something for both of us. You put on one my shirts in the top drawer.” He said. Riven got up and left and you walked over to the dresser.

You opened the first drawer and did a double take. Sitting there, in the corner of the drawer, next to several piles of neatly stacked shirts, was a paper crane.

Hope you guys liked this chapter:)) sorry it took sooo long, school is getting rough

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ACOTAR IS BEING DEVELOPED AS A TV SHOW FOR HULU

I REPEAT: ACOTAR TV SHOW ON HULUUUUUU

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Court of Nightmares

Azriel x Reader Oneshot

Summary: You and Azriel must go down to the Court of Nightmares. Afterwards, you find out that Az is a little insecure about his scars. This incorporates a prompt I received from @spaghettinoode1234

Hope you enjoy:)

You were the newest addition to the inner circle. You were a high fae, formerly a human, who had been Made during the war with Hybern.

You had a tenuous relationship with society after being alone for years in Hybern, so your residence had become the House of the Wind, which you actually enjoyed, unlike the others. Nesta had been glad to let you live with her and Cassian.

It was once again time for the Solstice and with it came presents. You had to buy presents for Feyre, Rhys, Elain, Mor, Armen, and Azriel. Nesta and Cassian were away on a mission. But with the solstice, came another, darker thing. The visit to the Court of Nightmares.

You were a sort of jammer when it came to magic. Your powers functioned to block the magic of others. With tensions rising in the Hewn City, Rhys wanted you and Azriel to pay Kier the annual visit.

Mor had informed you that Azriel wanted to go tonight, so you had to get your shopping out of the way today because solstice was tomorrow. Clad in a pair of loose pants and a long sleeved mesh top, you bundled up in a fur coat and winnowed to the Palace of Threads and Jewels.

Surveying the vendors, you looked for gifts for your friends. Rhys provided you with more money than you needed, so cost wasn’t an issue. You already had a rough idea of what you wanted to get for everyone. For Feyre and Rhysand, you wanted to find something for Nyx.

For Elain, you had seen a cart that sold rare flowers from the continent. They were roses, but enhanced with magic to sparkle in the daylight. Elain was working hard in the garden’s of Feyre and Rhys’ new house, and you knew they would look perfect on a trellis next to a fountain.

Mor was the easiest to shop for. You described an outfit to a tailor you wanted made and you were waiting for it to be finished. The ensemble consisted of a blouse, cropped to where the ribs ended, covered in thousands of glass beads. The skirt was the prettiest pink color with a slit up the side and an embroidered border made of glass beads at the top and bottom. Perhaps the most striking was the shawl, which drew on Eastern styles and was covered in the most beautiful embroidery and rhinestones. You had truly outdone yourself.

Armen was even easier. You had walked into Velaris’ most expensive jewelry store and had immediately found a something for Amren. It was a delicate necklace with a large stone in the middle. It was a red stone that changed color with the light, shifting between pink, red, and orange hues. You asked the lady what the stone was and learned that legend said it was a single scale from a dragon, given to the jeweler’s ancestor many thousands of years ago. The jeweler had decided to part with it suddenly after the war.

The last gift was for Azriel. You had absolutely no idea what to get him. He had saved your life, and you were head over heels for him, but it seemed as though there was a deep sadness to him. Mor had told Azriel that she preferred females, but he didn’t take it too well. He was still healing and you didn’t want to push him. Thus, you had no idea what was considered an appropriate gift.

You walked through the carts aimlessly, when suddenly an idea came to your mind. From experience, you knew that Azriel’s hands got ice cold. He couldn’t put on gloves because of his siphons. You would have someone make leather gloves lined with fur with an opening for his siphons. You asked a tailor to make the gloves and then started wandering again, looking for baby items.

You came across a cart selling baby jewelry and immediately found what you wanted to give Feyre and Rhys. It was a circlet, made of diamonds and onyx that represented the night court. It was beautiful and expertly crafted. The woman selling it told you it was one of a kind. She had not made any others to sell. You paid the woman in gold coins and gathered the rest of your presents. Then, you winnowed back to the House of Wind.

When you winnowed into the living room, you were startled by Azriel’s presence. He was sitting in chair, shrouded by darkness, looking at your intently. He held a box in his hands, which you knew contained the clothes you would have to wear.

“Time to go already?” You asked him.

“Indeed it is, Y/n.” He murmured. You loved the way Azriel’s voice was deep and smooth when he talked to you, making it almost sensual.

Azriel got up from the chair and banished his shadows to the edge of the room. You could now see his lean form without the darkness of the shadows. Azriel wore his Illyrian fighting leathers as well as his siphons. However, he had decided to forgo some of his armor, displaying enticing planes of his skin on his abdomen and back. You imagined how the muscles in his back would ripple as he walked.

Azriel approached you and gave you the box. He told you that he had brought Cerridwen and Nuala to help you get ready and that he would be waiting here, in the living room. You nodded and walked to your bedroom. Inside, were Cerridwen and Nuala with a steaming bath. They helped you strip off your clothes and then scrubbed your skin raw, rubbing in scented oils.

Once they had dried you off, they brought out your outfit. It was a midnight blue gauzy dress that was more conservative than Feyre’s Court of Nightmares outfit. You had to admit, the dress didn’t look bad at all. It had a plunging neckline that went down to the waist and two slits up the side of the dress that went up to your hips, but the opaque midnight fabric was overlaid with a translucent tulle blue fabric. Your legs were covered. Cerridwen put the dress on you and then Nuala sat you down to do your hair.

She blew it out, straightening it to get rid of the frizz, then she curled the edges. In the front, she grabbed some hair on each side and braided a thin strand, which she clipped in the back using a silver hair clip inlaid with midnight blue gems. Then, Nuala grabbed loose stones and threaded them into your hair.

Next, Cerridwen and Nuala worked on your makeup. They stayed simple, doing a smokey eye, eyeliner, and mascara for your eyes and a mauve berry lip gloss for your lips. They finished by dusting a silver shimmery powder over your cheeks. Cerridwen handed you a pair of silver strappy heels, which you put on and walked back to the living room.

Azriel looked up at you and your eyes met. For a split second, you thought you saw heat in his eyes, but it went away and you thought you might have imagined it.

“I’m giving you your solstice gift early, Y/n.” Azriel said, bringing out another large velvet box. He opened it to reveal several pieces of midnight blue jewelry, all the same color of his siphons.

“They’re all so beautiful.” You whispered to Azriel, looking up at him. He moved around to the back of you and helped you put on the necklace.

“They are nothing compared to you.” Azriel said. Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t respond. You put on the dangling earrings and bracelets and ring.

“I’m ready to go.” You told Azriel. He stood behind you and put an arm around your waist, getting ready to fly you there.

“You remember the drill, right? You sit on my lap and tell me what people are thinking. Block their magic if you think they are a threat.”

“Yup. The whole Daemati drill.”

Azriel’s arm tightened around your waist and the two of you suddenly traveled through the fabric of space and time itself. The world whooshed around you and you closed your eyes so you wouldn’t get dizzy. Then, almost as suddenly as you disappeared, the throne room of the Hewn City materialized around you.

Azriel had winnowed the two of you onto the single throne on the dais, Feyre’s throne absent since it was only Azriel presiding over the court today. Rhysand had even give Azriel permission to sit on the throne. You had been positioned on top of Azriel’s strong thighs, the thin fabric of your dress allowing you to feel his heat even through his thick Illyrian leathers.

Kier stood in front of the throne, along with about fifty other people. The room was dark, only a few strategically-placed fae lights provided light. This, however, suited Azriel because his shadows could run rampant.

“Welcome to the Hewn City, General.” Kier said in a pleasant tone that undoubtedly was laced with venom underneath. Nobody here wanted to bow to the beautiful male she perched on top of. They disregarded the Illyrian heritage that made him so powerful. So awe-inspiring.

Azriel gave Kier a bored look as if to say get on with it. Kier flicked his glance to you and paused. Azriel’s arm moved around your waist and stopped so that his fingers grazed your hip.

“Who, if I may ask, is this?” Kier asked. You swallowed some fear. Mor’s father had taken an interest in you — not a good sign. You stilled and became stiff against Azriel. His other hand snaked around to rest on top of your thigh. A mark of ownership clear to Kier and the rest of the court.

“She isn’t anyone special. Just a new one to grace my arm today.” Azriel said with cold steel in his voice. You knew Azriel’s words were lies for the court, but it still stung to be called a nobody. The others looked like they believed Azriel, but Kier didn’t. He silently noted how Azriel’s hand had moved to your thigh, almost like a warning.

You knew that Kier wasn’t fooled by your pathetic act and could tell something else was going on here. You cursed inside your head — you desperately needed to do something. You used your power to push a little at the dark sleek walls of Azriel’s mental defenses. He noted your presence and let you in.

“Kier isn’t buying the act.” You said inside his head. “We need to be more convincing.”

You pulled out of Azriel’s mind as his hand, the one on your waist, moved to the neckline of your gown. He began to toy with it, the only indication that he had understood your words.

You could feel Azriel’s callused fingers through the flimsy fabric of your dress. His hand moved over your right breast, and you sucked in a breath as his fingers grazed over your chest.

“You’re doing great, Y/n.” Azriel whispered in your ear. The hand on your thigh inched closer and closer to your core, and you felt yourself flush with embarrassment. You were frozen in place, watching Kier, who’s expression slackened as he undoubtedly scented your very real arousal, and along with it, banished any doubts about you being a threat.

Inwardly, you were mortified, but you didn’t let it show. Azriel’s fingers finally reached your inner thigh, where they played with the fabric of your dress.

“So, Kier, how goes the operations down here?” Azriel asked in his deadly voice. You didn’t hear Kier’s response because Azriel’s hand had suddenly began to rub circles through your dress. You couldn’t concentrate on anything and you felt Azriel stiffen behind you.

You went back into Azriel’s mind. “Everyone is good. Nobody’s plotting anything.” You said. Azriel gave a slight nod.

“Kier, you may go. I’m done with you for today.” Azriel said, dismissing him from the throne room. The hall bustled with activity as other members of the Hewn City moved around. You felt Azriel’s lips on your ear before he began to speak, his fingers once again teasing you through your dress.

“Y/n, I can barely concentrate on everyone’s words. Your scent is overpowering and it’s getting difficult to fight my own instincts. I should fly you back to the House of Wind.” He stated in a husky voice.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll stay with you. Don’t fight it, Azriel.” You said.

“I won’t be able to control myself, Y/n.” He replied. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered as Azriel said that. You already had your answer though. In response to him, you moved one of your hands on top of Azriel’s, the one playing with the neckline of your dress. You closed your fingers over his hand and gently moved it to your heart, which was beating furiously in your chest.

You felt the world darken around you as shadows enclosed yours and Azriel’s bodies. The world spun for a few seconds, but it mercifully stopped as you arrived in the House of Wind. Azriel’s winnowing sometimes made you dizzy.

You were so close to Azriel that your chests were almost touching. Your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips and you could palpably feel the room go warmer. Instinctively, you knew that Azriel’s own eyes had moved down to your lips too. It would be so easy to lean forward an inch and press your mouth against his.

You closed your eyes as the tension between you two simmered and waited for the searing kiss Azriel would place on your lips. But you were left with a gust of brisk, cool air instead. You opened your eyes, but only to see that Azriel had turned away from you and started waking. You felt the anger rise up in you as you took a step after him and grabbed his shoulder.

“You do not get to pull that stunt down there and then ignore me, Azriel.” You huffed. He didn’t even turn around.

“Was it true? Am I just some eye candy that you brought along? Do you not even care about how that made me feel?” You questioned. You saw Azriel bristle, and a part of you was satisfied that he responded.

“Of course you mean something to me, Y/n. That’s why we can’t.” He whispered.

You stepped in front of Azriel and placed your hands on your hips.

“I don’t see how refraining from kissing me shows that you care about me.” You pointed out. Azriel looked away from you, towards the floor.

“I-I’m not a good guy, Y/n. You deserve someone who’s better than I am. Someone who is just a perfect and beautiful as you are.” He said. In the corner of your eyes, you saw Azriel tuck his hands into his pockets.

You quickly reached your hands into his pockets and curled your fingers around his hand. Then, you brought out his hands.

“You know that being perfect doesn’t matter to me. Your scars are beautiful, Azriel. If you don’t believe me about that, then at least believe that they give you character.” You replied.

Azriel looked unsure, so you brought his hands to you face and gently set your lips on his palms, tracing the scar tissue with kisses.

“I think you’re handsome and beautiful and perfect— scars and all.” You whispered.

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Continuing my theories for SJM books:

1. Gwydion is described as a sword of light to Narben’s dark power. Gwydion has been missing for a LONG LONG time. It’s unclear what happened to Fionn, the first and last High King that ruled Prythian. All we know is that he was betrayed by his Queen and General and the land plunged into darkness, Gwydion went missing, and the Courts and High Lords rose. What happened to the Queen and General? What if in the darkness, the General and Queen travelled to another world with Gwydion, appearing on Midgard as Pelias and Helena. Pelian wielded Gwydion, which became the starsword. A fae prophecy said that “the knife and the sword have to come together”. I think this means Gwydion/the starsword and Truth Teller. Truth Teller is obviously imbued with magic; it helps Azriel discern honesty. So maybe we will get a Crescent City/ACOTAR crossover at some point?

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Today, I dived deep into the black hole that is theories for the next ACOTAR book. Okay, so hear me out on what I gathered in my reread of the first 450 pages of ACOSF.

In ACOMAF, when Feyre visited the Weaver, the Weaver sang a song: There were two sisters, they went playing, To see their father's ship come sailing... And when they came unto the sea brim. The elder did push the younger in. Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, 'Til her corpse came to the miller's dam. But what did he do with her breastbone? He made him a viol to play on. What'd he do with her fingers so small? He made pegs to his viol withall. And what did he do with her nose-ridge? Unto his viol he made a bridge. What did he do with her veins so blue? He made strings to his viol thereto. What did he do with her eyes so bright? On his viol he set at first light. What did he do with her tongue so rough? 'Twas the new till and it spoke enough. Then bespake the treble string, "O yonder is my father the king." Then bespoke the second string, "O yonder sits my mother the queen." Then bespake the strings all three, "Yonder is my sister that drowned me." My first thought was that the song might refer to the Harp. But, doing some research, I realized that a viol is basically a violin or fiddle. SO, I think the viol is the fourth item in the Dread Trove. It would make sense— the Cauldron likes balance: two wearable items (mask and crown) and two instruments (harp and viol). In the song, the viol spoke to the Miller. SO, the viol’s power could be to speak to the dead. I could see the Inner Circle using the viol in the next books to speak to Finnis, the first and last fae High King, and the mysterious fae female warrior who trapped Koschei and Stryga and who seemed to be important to the Bone Carver. ALSO, WHEN NESTA TRIED TO SEE THE FOURTH ITEM IN THE VISION OF HER WITH LANTHYS SJM WROTE “A fourth object lay on the altar, veiled in shadow. But she couldn’t make out more than a gleam of age-worn bone.” Holy crap guys the viol in the Weaver’s song is made of the younger sister’s bone!! Not to mention, the bone would be old because the viol would have been forged AGES ago!!

What if Koschei is Valg? This might be a long shot, but he is called Koschei the Deathless. The Valg are true immortals. So, Koschei might be a higher-ranked Valg. I don’t remember if it was ever revealed in Kingdom of Ash what the two other Valg Kings have been up to, but maybe one of them tried to take over the ACOTAR world and Koschei ended up getting trapped in the lake. In fact, Amren said that old legend states Koschei tried to take over Prythian before a fae warrior tricked him into the lake. Koschei is also very manipulative, like some of the more powerful Valg.

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Warrior Heart

Chapter 2

Riven x Light Fairy Reader

Chapter 1

When you walked into cafeteria for dinner, you immediately knew something was different. Both socially and physically. In the social sense, everyone stared at you like you were a freak. Whatever, it was fine, you were used to that. In the physical sense, you felt a prickle on your skin that made you uneasy. And when you reached for your powers, your couldn’t feel them. You must have looked pretty freaked out because Stella grabbed your arm and dragged you to her table.

“What the-“ You started to say, when Stella interrupted you.

“It’s a new technology my mother’s scientists developed. They’re called suppressors. The little machines block our access to our powers.” She explained.

“Why are they here?” You asked.

“Mommy dearest doesn’t want us to use our powers and rebel. They’re installing them everywhere except the classrooms.” Stella said. Your heart sank as you realized that what little protection your powers gave you would be taken away in mere seconds. You would be utterly helpless.

“I gotta go. I’ll find you later.” You said to Stella. You got up to go talk to Queen Luna. They couldn’t actually be doing this. It was a total violation of your rights as fairies.

When you stepped outside the main hall into the night, you still felt the uneasy prickles on your skin. Even outside, they were blocking your abilities. You pulled your sweater around you to guard you from the chill and rushed towards the Headmistress’ office. You stopped suddenly when someone stepped in front of you.

“Excuse me, could you please move to the side? You’re sort of in my way.” You said politely. The person didn’t move. Instead, they stepped towards you.

“You know, you’ve made some real powerful enemies who want you dead.” They said. You immediately tensed and went on the defensive. You turned around to run back to the main hall, but another person was behind you too. They both pulled out wicked looking knives.

You tried to draw on your powers, but then you remembered they weren’t accesible. You cursed the faculty for installing the stupid suppressors. The path you were walking was covered with stones, so you quickly crouched down and picked one up. Your options were limited. You relied heavily on your powers to defend yourself and as Riven had so eloquently pointed out yesterday, your fighting was shit.

It was dark out, so your attackers didn’t know that you had picked up a large rock. You turned to the one that was closer to you, the first one you had noticed, and lunged at him. You had caught him off guard and you were able to reach for his head and smash it with the rock, immediately knocking him out. Before he went down, he made a last ditch attempt to slash you with his knife. You threw yourself to the side, but the knife cut your arm.

You hissed because of the pain, but bent down to grab the bloody knife from your unconscious assailant. You turned around to face your other attacker, who was already running at you. He swung at your shoulder with his knife, but you ducked and kicked at his legs. He went down, but not before he slashed upwards, cutting your thigh. You barely registered the pain as you focused on not getting yourself killed.

In a flash, the man was up again. You aimed for his stomach, but he evaded you. Before you could recover from your missed attempt, the attacker used his free hand to deliver a swift punch to your face. You stumbled and dropped your knife and the man took the opportunity to pin you to the ground, his knife against your throat. You eye smarted, and you knew you would have a nasty black eye in the morning. More pressing though, was that you were probably about to die.

You reached for your knife with your hand, which was just out of reach of your fingertips. The man pressed his knife deeper into your neck and you let out a strangled cry. Your hand closed around the knife and you frantically brought it above your assailant’s back. You locked eyes with him and brought the knife down, stabbing him at the same time he got ready to slice your throat from ear-to-ear. You turned your head and the man sliced your cheek before you saw the light leave his eyes.

You removed the knife from the man’s back and pushed him off of you. As you got up, you felt really dizzy. You looked down and saw blood all over you. You could feel the blood slowly leaving your veins. You weren’t in danger of bleeding out, but your lacerations, bruises, and the feeling of pain were making you close to passing out.

You felt something wet on your cheek and you looked up to the sky. It was beginning to drizzle. You could barely think, and you let your body guide you to safety based on pure instinct. You didn’t notice where you were until you were knocking on a door. The door threw open and you saw the person who your brain knew represented safety.

“Riven...” You said weakly.

“Y/n?”

You couldn’t hold on anymore. You felt your control slip away and you collapsed forward, into Riven’s arms.

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Just tuned into an Instagram live hosted by Sarah J. Maas. Some takeaways and highlights for fans of acotar, throne of glass, and crescent city:

Sarah confirmed that we have met Elain’s love interest:)

She said that it should be obvious who the next book is about (it will be a full-length and I’m hoping it’s about Azriel).

She is thinking about novella ideas and is taking into consideration that many readers want to read about the Mating Ceremony.

Crescent City 2 will be out in about a year. The cover is in development and the book is going through edits. THERE WILL BE BRYCE AND HUNT STEAMY SCENES!!!!

The red star noticed by Rhysand and hailed by priestesses as a bad omen in acosf was indeed Aelin falling through the sky!!

There will be a Pegasus in every following book (yay!)

The House of Wind should never die and it sort of wants a partner (maybe the town house or something? Idk).

The Crescent City 2 cover will be designed by the same person that did House of Earth and Blood.

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Warrior Heart

Chapter 1

Riven x Light Fairy Reader

Plot: After the ending of Winx Saga season 1, the reader must navigate the rest of her second year in the shifting school environment. She wants to learn how to fight and defend herself.

Chapter 2

It had been a month since Alfea had been taken over by Rosalind. Headmistress Dowling was still missing and Headmaster Silva had been arrested. Professor Harvey was still teaching, but you could tell that he was on thin ice with Rosalind. Andreas of Eraklyon, Sky’s father, had taken over Silva’s role of training the specialists.

You were an air fairy in your second year. Your powers, which allowed you to manipulate the density of air particles, were firmly within your control and you had been one of Headmistress Dowling’s prodigies.

In your first year, you had roomed with Stella and Rikki. You were there when Stella had lost control of her powers and accidentally blinded Rikki, who was sent away by Queen Luna. After that incident, you had lost one of your best friends and the other began to pull away from you. You watched from afar as Stella’s life at Alfea began to fall apart. Her magic was irreparably damaged. You knew Stella felt incompetent next to you, who had been labeled by Dowling to be the “most talented fairy of your generation”. You tried not to use your powers near Stella, but you still could still feel her resentment, even though you weren’t a mind fairy.

Now, Stella was rooming with first years and you were alone. You had mended your friendship over the summer, especially after she had broken up with Sky. Her new roommates became your friends, even though you lived alone. If you were being honest, it was actually kinda nice to have a room all to yourself.

But now, things were taking a darker turn. Stella’s mother was currently residing in the school, and no one liked her. Queen Luna was cruel, especially to Stella. She doted on you because you were a powerful fairy, but you wished she didn’t. It made Stella feel even more inadequate when she didn’t receive the same attention from her own mother.

Bloom was Rosalind’s protege. She did everything Rosalind ordered, without asking any questions. Bloom and the other girls felt like Aisha had betrayed the rest of them and you honestly just wanted to graduate without anymore drama after your fourth year.

Sky was more of a mystery. You couldn’t tell how he felt about his father’s return. You knew that even though Sky might be happy to see his father, he would never forgive Andreas for Silva’s arrest and subsequent absence. Sky seemed to be dating Bloom though, after another breakup with Stella. He mostly kept to himself, only really hanging out with Bloom. Sky also wasn’t talking to Riven.

Riven and Dane turned out to be Beatrix’s lackeys. They followed her every step and worshipped the ground she walked on. You were disgusted by how much Riven had changed. Before this year, he had been arrogant, but now he was just a straight up asshole.

The specialist presence on campus has increased immensely. Rosalind cited the burned ones as the reason for more security. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable whenever you walked to class, the stares of the guards like needles in your skin. You also hated how vulnerable they made you feel. The older specialists were a constant reminder that you were defenseless and you hated that feeling. That was why you were currently at the specialists training field at ten pm, trying to smash a dummy.

You had seen the specialists do it when they were training. They would punch the dummy and it would fall. It couldn’t be that difficult. Ok well, unfortunately it was. You had tried to punch the dummy at least six times already, and it seemed like it was doing more damage to you based on the state of your knuckles.

You put your arms back into position and struck out, this time pushing more strength into your blow. Your fist collided with the center of the target on the dummy and it fell backwards a little bit. You let out a small squeal of excitement at the first amount of progress you had made.

“Why are you so excited? You only made the dummy move a fraction of an inch and it took you eight tries.” Said a voice behind you.

You whirled around to see a person standing behind you, their identity obscured by the darkness. It didn’t matter that it was dark. You knew by the cocky voice exactly who it was.

“It was six tries and no one asked your opinion, Riven.” You replied.

“Well, I wanted to give it anyway. And here’s another one: you’re punches are shit.” He said. You rolled your eyes. It didn’t matter that your punches were shit, you didn’t like being told by him.

“What are you doing out here? Running from your homicidal bitch of a girlfriend?” You said tauntingly.

“1) she’s not my girlfriend. 2) I could ask you the same question, Y/n.”

“So, you were running from Beatrix.”

“No, I was talking a walk, but your pathetic excuse for a punch ruined it.”

“You could just leave then. The dorms are back that way.” You said, pointing to the specialist hall.

“I’m just leaving now. Here’s a free tip: widen your stance and use your core.” Riven said as he walked off. You turned around and did as he suggested, widening the distance between your two feet. Then, you brought your arm back and swung while tightening your core. Your fist hit the dummy and it sailed backwards and hit the ground. You let out a triumphant cry of joy and walked back to your room.

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When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was your knuckles. They were red and raw. If any of your friends saw your hands, they wouldn’t stop asking questions. You put on a sweater which was just a hint too big and pulled the sleeves over your hands.

You walked to your first class, which was taught by Rosalind. Her teaching style was way different from Headmistress Dowling’s. Instead of sitting at desks, you were told to stand around the edge of the room. All of the desks had been removed from the classroom and a table small table had been set up in the middle of the open space. On it were three bowls that contained water, dirt, and sticks.

“Good morning, class. Today, we will be learning how to use our magic without the guidance of our hands.” Rosalind said. The class chittered with excitement. This was the most exciting lesson for second years.

“We’re going to be doing things a little differently. Headmistress Dowling taught you useless magic. I will be teaching you how to use it offensively and we will practice on each other.” Rosalind continued. Someone spoke up.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to use our magic on other students!” Your classmate said.

“Using your magic on each other is the only way to hone your skills. This new rule will be put into place effective immediately.” Rosalind replied.

You watched as Rosalind called up two of your classmates. One was an earth fairy and the other was a water fairy. Rosalind proceeded to teach them how to draw on their magic without using their hands. Headmistress Dowling and already taught you this, so you zoned out. Instead of watching the two fairies in the center try to battle it out, you thought about last night.

You were surprised that Riven had helped you. A part of his first year self had come through and you were pleasantly happy about it. It was good to know that he wasn’t just Beatrix’s lap dog.

“Y/n and Fiora, you’re up next.” Rosalind said. You rolled your eyes. Fairy parents were so unoriginal with names for their children. Of course Fiora was a fire fairy.

You stepped into the center of the room. You reached out with your mind and the air around you condensed, becoming a thick shield. It was invisible, so no one could tell that you had already armed yourself.

“Y/n, are you ready?” Fiora said. She was holding a bunch of the sticks you had seen in one of the bowls. Well, it seemed like her plan was to torch the stick and throw it at you, just like the three other fire fairies had done in the last few rounds. How unoriginal, you thought. You were honestly bored of this already.

You nodded and reached out with your mind once again. Fiora’s eyes lit up as she used her powers and stared at the sticks, but nothing happened. She knit her eyebrows in concentration. The concentration turned to confusion when the sticks turned black.

“What are you doing?” Fiora said to you. Everyone was now staring at you intensely. Honestly, it was really simple. Fire needed oxygen to light, so you had removed the oxygen in the air from around your the sticks, creating a little bubble around them. Fiora was just heating them up to the point where they charred. You tell she was growing frustrated and angry so you drew your powers back from her.

What you didn’t expect, thought, was for her to launch two fireballs at you. You had still kept the shield of air up around you, so they hit the barrier and fizzled out. Fiora launched fireball after fireball at you and she began sweating. She was wearing herself out, but you weren’t even fazed. You wanted to end this, so you reached out with your power and formed a hand with the air in front of Fiora. You used the hand to push her towards the edge of the room.

Rosalind began clapping while the other students stared at you in awe.

“Now that is a perfect example of offensive mental magic!” Rosalind exclaimed.

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