#acotar final battle

[tsunami-of-tears]

Healing Hands

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 - Day 2 (Comfort)

Cazriel x Healer Reader

Summary: When Azriel and Cassian require healing, they can always rely on their friend, Y/N, to help them out.

Pairing Masterlist

Wordcount: 1.6K

Warnings: injury/illness; slight angst; mostly fluff.

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Reader

When you first saw Azriel, cloaked in shadows, you thought death had finally come for you. 

Instead, he offered you a new chance at life. 

You couldn't help but develop a little crush. Gods, he was so handsome. Attractive and kind - you were done for. 

And then there was Cassian. He was so easy to get along with, the two of you were fast friends, especially with the amount of injuries the male received. 

You wondered if he was doing it on purpose, as a way to spend more time with you. You shake your head, trying to rid the thought from your mind. ‘Don’t be silly, why would he do that when his job requires him to be in peak physical condition?’ 

You managed to stay professional, for the most part. Cassian made it very hard with all of his flirting. You quickly realised it helped to take his mind off the pain while you were healing him. So, taking a holistic approach, you joined in on his games to help him through it. 

Azriel, on the other hand, was always on his best behaviour. You got to see a side of him that’s usually kept hidden behind his shadows. A soft side. The two of you would talk and talk while you patched him up. You’d chat about everything, new books, music, that new bakery by the Sidra that made the most divine cakes…

Getting on with Cassian and Azriel was easy. What wasn’t easy was battling your growing feelings for both of them. 

————

You’re working on restocking your salves and tonics, humming a song from your village as you grind magical herbs together. You’re interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. “Come in,” you say cheerily, stepping away from the work to greet your visitor. 

The door opens and Cassian enters your small clinic with a bright pink nose and red, puffy eyes. “Y/N, I think I’m dying,” he sniffles. 

You move closer and press your hand against Cassian’s forehead, letting your powers diagnose him.

“I’ve seen you with far worse ailments than allergies, Cassian.”

“You try not being able to breathe and see how you like it,” he responds.

“Take a seat, I was just finishing up a tonic that will help.” You gesture towards the stool on the other side of your workstation and you go back to mixing the tonic. Cassian watches you working in unusual silence. The only sounds in the room are the grinding of your mortar and pestle and the occasional sneeze. 

“Remind me to stock up on this if we ever visit Spring,” you smile, handing Cassian the glass vial. He downs the amber liquid in one big gulp. Within minutes his symptoms start to wane. Cassian stands and lifts you into a big hug, spinning you around. 

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver, Y/N.” Cassian beams, planting a loud kiss on the top of your head as he sets you on your feet. 

You laugh in response to his affection. “It’s nothing,” you say.

You both turn at the sound of a male cough. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Azriel drawls. 

“Just saving Cassian’s life. Again,” you wink.

“Thanks again Y//N.” Cassian kisses you on the cheek on his way out of the clinic, leaving you alone with the shadow singer.

You scan Azriel’s face. He’s got dark circles under his eyes and a haunted look on his face.

“What can I help you with, Az?” you ask.

“Just some scrapes, I’ve become such a baby since you’ve been around,” he smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. 

“It’s always my pleasure to help.” You turn to look through your jars of salves, grabbing one with numbing properties. 

You turn towards Azriel, motioning for him to take a seat. You grab his hand, your powers doing a quick scan - you can sense he has some minor scraps on his knuckles, but he’s also got something wrong in his chest - your powers can't quite determine what it is. 

You do your best to keep the concern from your face as you start to work the salve into his knuckles. Azriel shuts his eyes as you massage his hands. 

“Az,” you say softly, approaching the topic hesitantly, “is there anything else I should know about?”

He opens his eyes, looking into yours, “like what? I’m fine,” he says.

“You haven't had any pain elsewhere?” You push.

“No, why would I?”

“Well, I don't want to alarm you but my magic has never been wrong before. It’s detected something other than these scrapes…” You point towards his chest, right over his heart, “There’s something wrong here.”

Azriel exhales through his nose, “Oh, that. It’s nothing I can’t handle.’”

You frown at the male, sighing. Illyrians were a stubborn breed, you decided. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Azriel nods and leaves your clinic, leaving you wondering what worries plague him and what you can do to help. 

————

Azriel continues to mope around for a few days, the dark circles never leaving his face. Not even Mor can get him to smile.

With your worries only increasing, you turn to Rhys and Feyre for some answers. 

You explain what you felt to Rhys, that you knew something was wrong but you couldn’t tell what.

Rhys props his chin on his hand pensively, “Azriel has always had his demons, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Just keep monitoring him and try to get him to talk. I know he feels fondly for you, it may just take him time to open up.” 

You nod, taking in the High Lord’s words. 

Feyre gives you a reassuring shoulder squeeze, “He’ll be alright. He’s got you.”

You give her a meek smile and exit the office, on your way to try and cheer up your friend.

————

“Az!” you call out in the House of Wind, “Where are you?”

He appears down the hall, a flurry of shadows swirling around him and towards you. “Yes, Y/N?” 

“Can you please give me a lift to the city? I’ve got a few things to pick up, and I’m craving something from that bakery.”

Azriel nods, “Sure, are you ready to go now?”

“Sure am, lead the way.”

He scoops you up into his arms like he did the day he rescued you and launches into the sky. The wind rushes past your face and you scream out in joy, loving the exhilarating feeling of soaring through the air. You wrap your arms tighters around Azriel’s neck as he starts to descend.

You land and he places you down gently. ‘Thank you, kind sir,” you say, curtsying. Azriel rolls his eyes but can’t fight the smile creeping onto his face.

You grab his hand and break into a skip down the street, triumphant over your small win - getting a grin out of the spymaster. 

Azriel follows after you, listening intently as you chatter away animatedly. 

As you exit a shop selling different apothecary ingredients you spy a busker on the street playing the fiddle. 

“Oh Az, will you dance with me?” 

Azriel pauses, observing the crowd before taking your extended hand in his. The two of you dance clumsily in the street, letting the music flow through your body. 

As the musician hits the crescendo, Azriel lifts you into the air and spins with you while you laugh loudly and unabashed. When he places you on your feet you notice a small crowd has gathered, they break into applause for both you and the fiddler as the song ends. 

You take Azriel’s hand and make him bow with you. He smiles and shakes his head but humours you. You tip the busker generously and give him a small wave as you continue down the street, still holding onto Azriel’s hand. 

As you approach your favourite bakery - Azriel’s mood has lightened. You can still feel the pain but it has lessened significantly. 

————

With your treats in hand, you make your way to the Sidra and lean against the wrought iron banister edging the river. 

Azriel said he’d get whatever you did - so you opted for two huge brownies with a generous dusting of icing sugar on top.

“These look so good,” you gush, grinning madly at Azriel. 

The slice of cake is so thick that your nose brushes it as you take a bite. You cover your mouth as you chew and swallow. 

“That is amazing,” you moan, turning to Azriel. “How is yours?”

Azriel takes one look at you - with sugar on your nose and chocolate in your teeth and bursts into a deep laugh.

“It’s brilliant, but how have you already made such a mess?” 

“What do you mean?” You ask, “Is there something on my face?” 

“Here let me.” He reaches up and brushes your nose softly, wiping away the sugar. “It’s still all in your teeth though.”

“I’m saving that for later,” you say with a wink and the two of you burst out laughing again. 

Standing so close to Azriel, you can’t help but admire his gorgeous face. And his eyes - there are less shadows in them. 

“Thank you for today,” Azriel says quietly, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “You’re good at that.”

“Good at what?”

“Knowing what I need.” He smiles, “Come on,” he beckons with his head, “Let's get back home before you make more of a mess of yourself.”

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Tags ♡ @littlestw01f @impossibelle @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @the-wall-willow @xasael @lilah-asteria @saltedcoffeescotch @mybestfriendmademe

#poly+acotarweek2024 #poly+acotarweek2024 d2 #poly!acotar #cazriel x reader #acotar #acosf #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar oneshot #acomaf

[juriansgeneralgoods]

Jurian is the funniest character in the entire ACOTAR series and I'm pretty sure most of what makes him so funny isn't even on purpose. like he's a living legend. he led a slave revolt and allegedly spent the whole time bragging about how great he is. he's a femme fatale. he crucified someone. for five hundred years, he was Spirit Halloween costume jewelry. he eats loudly. he was such an obvious double agent and literally nobody around him noticed even though four of them could read minds and his motive for siding with the baddies made no sense. he's really annoying. he's deeply traumatized. his ex girlfriend tried to murder him in the middle of the final battle of the series. despite being a relatively minor character, the main trilogy nearly ends on him and Feyre talking about the future. his best friends are a queen he unintentionally got turned into a bird and a centuries old nobleman he spent months intentionally antagonizing. he's almost a king. he's sprawled out on a ridiculous pink couch. he's undead. he's literally just a guy.

#not to blorbo but i love this man #jurian #acotar #🗡️

[emilystheories]

Breaking SJM news: a completely new series is (likely) on the way !!

Last night, I came across a veryyyy interesting YouTube video posted by Bloomsbury 4 weeks ago. Although the video was mostly super boring (talking numbers and finances), towards the end, we get this little nugget of information...

[Bloomsbury staff member]: "Regarding the timeline and future Sarah J Maas book releases, which are obviously very important to us... so her next title, which is the third in her Crescent City series, comes out on the 30th of January, 2024. So, that will fall into this financial year."

[Bloomsbury staff member]: "And thereafter, we have SIX further contracted titles -- so continuing this series, and STARTING A NEW SERIES AS WELL."

A new series! This likely goes hand-in-hand with the announcement made by Bloomsbury a couple of months prior, in which they stated that 4 additional SJM books were on the way (but curiously, no further details about these books were given...)

Although we don't know for sure, this is my guess as to what these 6 future SJM books are:

2 x ACOTAR books.

Then the 4 remaining, newly contracted books; the first being the final Crescent City book, House of Many Waters.

Leaving 3 x books for the new series (which makes perfect sense, as when starting a new series, SJM is always contracted for 3 books initially).

The question remains as to what exactly this new series may be. Which leads me to... Twilight of the Gods.

[SJM universe spoilers ahead!]

Back in 2015, SJM started a Pinterest board for 2 new book series that were connected in some way; one was Crescent City, and the other was called Twilight of the Gods. 

On her Twitter, SJM also mentioned that she had been working on both for quite a while, and that it was soon time to release them into the world.

Around the same time, a series called 'Twilight of the Gods' was mysteriously added to SJM's official Goodreads catalogue.

'Twilight of the Gods' is another term for Ragnarok; a famed tale of Norse mythology where the Gods and giants/demons across all worlds joined together to fight a giant battle that signified the end of the world.

Thus, I believe that 'Twilight of the Gods' is SJM's next series; it will be a Ragnarok retelling, and all of the characters from TOG, ACOTAR and CC will join together for a cataclysmic battle against the Asteri, the Daglan, and the Valg (because lets not forget that Orcus and Mantyx are still unaccounted for...).

With this in mind, consider the numerous references to Norse mythology that SJM has already scattered throughout her books:

Feyre as Freya: Freya was perhaps one of the most renowned Norse goddesses, and was Queen.

Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn as the Valkyries: An obvious one, but the Valkyries originated from, and had a huge part to play in Norse Mythology (Ragnarok especially).

Lucien as Loki: According to Norse mythology, Loki is often depicted with long, red hair. He is also seen as a God of fire, and is commonly associated with foxes.

Danika (Fendyr) and Fenrys as Fenrir: Fenrir was a renowned monstrous wolf of Norse mythology. Fenrir being 'unleashed' is one of the key events of Ragnarok.

Hunt as Thor ('Thurr'): During Ragnarok, Thor has a famous battle against the 'Midgard Serpent.' Consider the snake that Hunt is holding on the cover of HOSAB. 

Midgard: is the 'Earth' world in Norse mythology.

Hel (spelt the same way): Is the 'underworld' of Norse mythology.

Further, if you looked at SJM's "Twilight of the Gods" Pinterest board - before it was deleted - you'd see countless images of (Lady?) Thor, the Valkyries, Sailor Moon, and even the coffin that Maeve locked Aelin in... (that can't be a coincidence, right..?!) Some examples below:

'Twilight' is also another word for 'Dusk'; considering the lost Dusk Court, and 'Dusk's Truth' (both of which are the centre of the upcoming crossover and broader multiversal narrative...) it matches up perfectly.

Thus, I believe that the remaining ACOTAR and CC books will continue to add to the multiverse, bit by bit. And whilst they can still be read in a standalone fashion, my guess is that they will build up to a grand finale (perhaps the very last ACOTAR book will end with Aelin walking through a portal...?) and then Twilight of the Gods will begin.

If you thought Kingdom of Ash was epic... then Twilight of the Gods -- if correct -- is bound to blow us away (and, it might even put SJM's name in the history books).

#sjm multiverse #acotar #crescent city #sjm theory #sjm crossover #bryce quinlan #aelin galythinius #rhysand #feyre #gwyneth berdara #nesta archeron #elain archeron #azriel acotar #cassian acotar

[redheadspark]

omg hiii, may i have azriel from acotar with #3 and #10??? ❤️❤️

A/N - I love this for Azriel, our strong batboy! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Wall

Summary - Even the strongest warrior wants his walls to come down.

Warnings - Mostly angst

Opening the door into your room at the House of Wind, the room was already set to bring a calmness to the already tense mood as Azriel followed right behind you, not saying a word and looking almost lost in his own mind.  He closed the door, the door locking instantly and a fire already starting in the fireplace.  You too were feeling the fatigue from that day, a long day of fighting soldiers from King Hybern, blood that dried along your skin and leathers, bruises that were starting to bloom and be exposed in your skin.  Everything was hurting, everything was crying out and screaming from the pain and agony that you saw on that field. 

But that was nothing to how your mate was feeling, and you felt it in the bond.

Being the Spymaster came at a price at times, you knew that when you two met and the bond snapped in place.  Azriel’s rank was rather high, flying out to other courts as spy, training new soldiers at their camp, and even risking his neck and life for the more dire situations that arose in Night Court.  But he was also a devoted mate to you, retrying home everything and making sure you never worried, was open to anything that plagued his mind, and placed you first in his life.  Your love for one another held no bounds and had no weak spots.

Even in this heated battle to save your Court and beyond, you two were a unit.

You took in a long breath and were about to shrug off the leathers that felt a pinch too tight on you when you felt a pair of hands stop you on your shoulders, making you freeze for a moment as his fingers were unbuckling your jacket it for you from behind.  You would let him since this was ritual you two would do, caring for one another by removing your training leathers.  It was an intimate and secure act you two always did together, in the seclusion of your own room and hidden away from the world.  Azriel was a person of physical touch, wishing to make you feel calm and relaxed as your jacket and boots were taken off by his own hands.  Sometimes it would lead to heated kisses and devoted acts of intimacy, but other times it was a simple gesture that left you two hugging in relief.

This though, this felt different.  

Once the leather was off and it fell to the floor, you heard Azriel take in a sharp breath.  It made you turn around and see his eyes trained on you.  Just drinking in the sight of your mate, blood splattered on his body and clothes, dark bags under his eyes, being stiff in his stance as if a single breeze could blow at him to make him fall over.  He almost looked like a shell of himself, only a hallowed shell which made you nervous as he was still silent. Not amount of rage on his face or in his eyes, no sigh of relief on his lips.  

Something was wrong, very wrong.

“Azriel..” You sighed his name, not in mourning but in a calming state.  Azriel’s eyes flickered to yours, and that’s when you saw the hurt in his hazel orbs.  The colors of his eyes which always reminded you of home, of safety, and of happiness now seemed to be representing something else.  Pain….pain and remorse.

Before you could say anything else, Azriel finally opened his mouth and uttered four simple words, and punched you hard in the gut.

“Please just hold me,”

You engulfed him in your arms immediately, feeling him mold into your embrace and nestling himself against your body, almost as if he was trying to blend his body into your own.  Azriel always had a wall up in whatever he was hiding from others, including you.  As open as Azriel was, he could never be an open book, not with his job and how his life was always on the line.  His secrets and moments of pain were his, and as good as he was to hide them from those who knew him the best, you felt it in his hold that he had enough.  Enough of being the strong Spymaster, enough of being the Illryian figure that was deadly and mysterious to those around him, enough of being stoic.

He wanted to be vulnerable.

“Come on, baby,” You hummed against his head as you steered him over to the bathroom, his face still hiding in your neck as you were guiding him.  The bathtub started to fill with hot water, making you inwardly thankful for the House to know precisely what you two needed.  In fact, another pop was heard, and you saw two glasses appear on a tray to the left of the tub, one glass of wine and another of whiskey.  You grinned, peppering Azriel with kisses and rubbing his arms with your fingers to release some of that inward pain that he was still holding in.

“Let’s get in the tub, okay?” You whispered to him, feeling him nod against your head as you were stripping his leathers now.  It was your turn to take your time with him, watching him unwind and almost sigh in massive relief while his jacket fell to the ground, then his boots and pants.  His own body was just as bad as yours, bruises and scratches itched into his tan skin.  Maybe a few gashes along his shoulder blades and a mark near his eyebrow.  

You’ve seen him look worse coming home from a spy mission or a quarrel, but he was more scared emotionally. 

Once you two were finally bare, the bathtub was done filling to the brim and you grabbed some bath salts to dump in the water.  Finally, you both were getting into the tub together.  Letting the hot water touch your sensitive skin, seeing some of the crimson blood swirls into the bubbles, and Azriel keeping you close in his arms as he leaned back against the wall of the tub.  You both sat there in silence for a few long moments, the calmness of the bathroom was what you two needed.  Compared to the battlefield and the screams of those who were dying and gagging on their own blood, a simple moment shared in the bathtub was a relief, to say the least. 

Hours before, on top of the hill overlooking the soon-to-be massive war that was mere minutes away from erupting, you and Azriel told side by side.  Clad in your battle leathers, Azriel with his Truth Teller, and you with your own sword that was a gift by your mate, both yourself and Azriel were ready for what was going to happen.  

He tried to talk you out of it, to hide out in Velaris and to be as far away as possible.  You knew he meant well and he wanted his mate safe, but you are one of the better fighters and it was well known every soldier was needed.  Even your own mate knew you were a fierce fighter, also stubborn in your ways to which you wouldn’t back down from a fight if it was present.

So Azriel looked over at you, seeing your hair in its braids and a determination in your eyes as he squeezed your hands between the pair of you.

“Don’t worry.  I’ll protect you,” he vowed as you smiled at him.  Even in a tense moment, you had to smile at his protectiveness shining through the darkness you were feeling.

“You stole my line,” you teased back, a smirk on his lips as he leaned over to kiss you.  The kiss was bold, a hint of passion, but mostly filled with devotion.   In the end, maybe you two thought this would be the last kiss you two would ever share.

Thank the Cauldron that was far from the truth.

You moved in the tub, resting your head on his chest as your arms were around his waist and his hands were along your arms.  Once again, there was silence between the pair of you, but it was a good thing.  Hearing the soft slosh of the water, your breathing, and even some of the wind licking up outside the room from the mountaintop, it still was taking a moment or two to realize that you two made it out alive.  Tomorrow would be a nice day, dealing with a new treaty with the humans, rebuilding Velaris, and starting a new leaf of your life together.

But for now, you two had each other and nothing else mattered.  

The End.

Hurt and Comfort Prompt Session

#azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x oc #azriel spymaster #acotar #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf #acowar #acosf #azriel fanfic #azriel angst

[acotar-taylorsversion]

Future ACOTAR Books

Ok, so Sarah is contracted for 2 more acotar novels and a novella, right?

Here's how I'm thinking its gonna be laid out.

ACOTAR -1, ACOMAF -2, ACOWAR -3, ACOFAS -novella 1, ACOSF -4

ACOTAR 5 - Elain's book with Azriel as love interest. I believe she will reject the bond with Lucien and help Nesta and Az with the trove and locating Koschei, the prison, Az and Nuala and Cerridwen helping her with her seer skills since it can be related to spying, and all that. There's much that could happen here and some many questions could be answered.

Novella 2 - this can be Vassa and Lucien's. I truly believe that if Elain would reject the bond, Lucien would allow himself to discover something with Vassa. This would push the story along for the Koschei storyline because I believe that Lucien and Vassa will be heavily involved with that. Sarah made Lucien a part of this band of exiles for a reason. We could also see or hear about what the inner circle is doing through their povs or through some type of correspondence through Lucien. This could possibly start while Elain's story is going on as well, if she rejects the bond early on in her book. She could even tie in Mor and what it is that she's doing since she's trying to get more allies for Rhys. And even Eris since he will be dealing with Beron and the aftermath of being caught. Seems like a lot but Tower of Dawn was meant to be a novella and look how that one turned out.

ACOTAR 6 - this could be a multi pov novel that centers around all the sisters and their chosen loves. And don't tell me she won't because she did it in acofas. OR it could be in feyre and Rhy's povs because they are sarah's favorite couple and if she had to end the series with any couple I believe it would be them. But anyway, I believe that Koschei will be the final big bad for acotar and its gonna take a lot to defeat him. it's gonna take everyone coming together just like they did with the king of Hybern. I also believe that people are gonna die. I've always felt that Mor would be the one to die and maybe Lucien, and Helion, and Tamlin. I think that a couple of courts would be left without high lords and this would allow Rhys and Feyre to become High King and Queen, especially after what we learned in HOFAS, its pretty much his birth right. Wouldn't be something since Tamlin told Feyre that there were no such things as High Lady's and she would end the series as High Queen! lol

This is what I think will be happen, and it's my opinion so I don't need anyone telling me that I'm crazy or delusional, none of that. Based on what happened in frost and starlight (the one that sarah said she set up the rest of the series in), I believe this is what could happen. Do I think Nesta's story is done? No, and we could have her pov in the last book with her sisters. Do I think the valkyries are gonna be main characters? No, I don't because I think they are there mainly for Nesta and I only see them helping with battles and maybe some research. That's it. Do I think the illyrians will be important? Maybe, but sarah has been known to forget about some plots or just completely shut them down in the next book. Remember how we all thought Kallon from frost and starlight was gonna be Cassian's enemy #1 in silver flames? Don't remember him at all? Exactly.

Sorry for the long post, I just have to get all of this out of my head before it drives me crazy. Just so y'all know, I'm pro elriel, feysand, nessian, vassien (if Lucien survives). I don't see how elucien could ever be a happy mated couple, and I don't see how people think Gwyn and Az could ever be romantic and you can't say the next book is Nesta's and say that sarah will have gwynriel as the couple when they would be side characters. Each book will be centered around a couple, right? Did she say new or established? I can't remember but the main couple wouldn't be in the background. And I don't see how Gwyn could carry an entire novel. I'm sorry, I just can't. It would be half of silver flames and I don't think Sarah will do that. And I do think its messed up how sarah and Bloomsbury have let this nasty ship war go on for this long.

But I do believe that this series started with Feyre and her sisters and it will end with her and her sisters. I believe Sarah has made such a big deal with 3's for a reason. Do you guys remember that scene in mist and fury where Mor (whose power is truth) painted the 3 sisters and 3 brothers on the wall in the cabin? That meant something. Mor's reaction to almost every Elriel interaction means something just like it did with Nesta and Cassian. Azriel being able to smell Elain's mating bond and questioning the cauldron means something. The sisters being Made means something. The fact that the cauldron was messed with means something.

Anyways, these are my thoughts. Sorry that this is so long. Please be kind.

#acotar #elain archeron #elriel #acotar 5 #vassien #azriel shadowsinger #pro elriel #lucien vanserra #vassa acotar #nesta archeron #feysand #pro elain archeron #anti g*ynriel #anti el*cien

[viridianevergarden]

“Elain is weak”

“Elain is plain”

“Elain is boring”

“Elain has no personality”

Really? I’m convinced that people either glaze over the page any time Elain’s name is mentioned or they completely forget out of their own ignorance and convenience.

(This is long so read at your own peril, mainly a lot of receipts from the books for proof)

This is where the internalized misogyny really becomes externalized at this point.

I mean- Elain is the epitome of the common woman at the moment. Of course she’s not some battle hardened warrior. Of course she’s not some head strong fighter that actively goes into the face of danger to save the day as a hero.

She’s a woman who wants a normal life, or at least, the most normal she can have it.

She wants to love and be loved by someone of her choosing. Thats normal.

She enjoys more “feminine” hobbies or activities. Thats normal.

She helps the people of velaris by acts of service. Thats normal.

She wants to help her family any way she can.

She is normal.

Normal is good. Normal is relatable.

I think that some people’s brains have been plagued by the case of “every female main character should be a strong warrior” disease and hate Elain because she doesn’t currently fit into that mold. Thus she’s deemed uninteresting.

They want another Feyre or Nesta copy out of her. They want her to wield a sword and have the power to dominate whole territories and rule a court or two. Yet Elain doesn’t want that.

But even then Elain isn’t weak. She’s not boring. Elain has a voice.

Every rose has its thorns to protect itself.

Here’s a few big examples:

ACoTaR, ch. 40

Context: The queens just left the sisters’ manor after their first negotiation.

And it was Elain—Elain—who sighed and murmured, “I hope they all burn in hell.”

Omg she cussed. Elain showing outward hatred and opening her mouth about it? That’s new.

ACoWaR, ch. 21

Context: About tracking the cauldron, Elain claimed she will find it if Nesta cannot. Nesta protested immediately.

“Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

Elain cut in sharply, “I am not a child to be fought over.”

Elain finally bearing her fangs to Nesta? Nesta flinched at her words.

ACoWaR, ch. 74

Context: during the war, Elain saved Nesta and Cassian’s life from the King.

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

Weak huh? I mean if she was weak, I don’t think she would’ve wielded the blade. Let alone step out of a shadow with it. Yet she had the courage and will to do so. (She will protect what she holds dear even if it means she has to kill for it, even if she doesn’t like spilling blood or causing harm).

ACoFaS, ch. 18

Context: Feyre talking Elain about Lucien, Elain standing her ground on her decision.

Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

“He doesn’t know me.”

Her mouth tightened, the only sign of anger in her graceful countenance. “I don’t want a mate. I don’t want a male.”

She has boundaries and she sticks by them. What a surprise. Using her voice.

ACoFaS, ch. 58

Context: Nesta finally came to solstice on her own accord per Cassian’s request. Elain greeted her and pleaded that Nesta does not upset Feyre since it’s her birthday. Nesta cussed Elain out without a thought.

And then Elain burst out laughing. Howling, half-sobbing laughs that sent her bending over at the waist, gasping for breath.

Elain held up a hand, wiping her eyes with the other. “You’ve never said such a thing to me!” She laughed again.

Elain being elated that Nesta had the balls to cuss her out? To be mean to her? Must’ve been a breath of fresh air from the suffocating overprotection. If anything, I’d feel intimidated that she laughed. Confused like Nesta. Elain has never laughed like this before.

ACoSF, ch. 76

Context: Feyre on her death bed during childbirth.

And when Elain began praying to the Fae’s foreign gods, to their Mother, Nesta bowed her head, too.

Elain was desperate enough to pray to The Mother and the Fae gods for help. For comfort. Shows some semblance of development in her journey of acceptance of her new life. (I don’t know why people think she refuses to accept her new life, the NC is her home)

ACoSF, Azriel’s Bonus Chapter

Context: Solstice night, Elain gifts Azriel earplugs with a humorous meaning.

Azriel unwrapped the box, glancing at the card that merely said, You might find these useful at the House these days, and then opened the lid.

Elain’s mouth twitched into a smile. "Nesta wouldn't appreciate the joke.”

Elain has the humor for making sex jokes lol.

• • •

I could continue adding more but I think you get the point now.

I don’t want her to be like Feyre.

I don’t want her to be like Nesta.

Elain has a voice and she has used it time and again.

She has plenty of character and I’m sorry if you don’t like it. She’s shown hatred, assertiveness, compassion, elation, acceptance, and humor throughout the series.

Just because she’s soft spoken and less combative than her sisters doesn’t make her any less than them.

No one can make you like a character except yourself. However, if you’re going to bash a complex character and say there’s no sustenance to her when she’s been shown to have obvious development and presence, then that’s an issue lol.

She’s a very fleshed out character and we haven’t even gotten to her story yet.

Even without military or magical prowess like her sisters, Elain has personality and I find that a lot of people including myself can definitely relate to her.

SJM merely set the stage for Elain.

All she needs to do is begin her Act.

#acotar #elain archeron #pro elriel #pro elain #when will the mischaracterization stop? #Elain is complex and dynamic #I don’t see why people think she’s a flat and unchanging character #a court of thorns and roses

[acourtofthought]

Full credit goes to @crazy-ache because this is something she noticed and I think is absolutely brilliant.

She was looking through her copy of ACOTAR and noticed something interesting about the last page of each book that was a continuation of the series:

ACOTAR -

This last paragraph of book 1 tells us exactly where book 2 was going to pick up, with Feyre struggling with her trauma from UTM.

ACOMAF -

The end of book 2 comes right out and tells us where book 3 takes off.

Book 3 doesn't have anything hinted at on the very last page as it ended the trilogy and we're meant to leave Feysand on a high note. But in the pages very close to the end:

SJM once again sets up for what is to come. That they would need to help Nesta. That Elain wants to ensure that the "world" has more gardens. That there is life in her eyes, a promise of the future. That the queens are still out there and they need peace across their lands.

So what does the final page of SF tell us?

There is a lot in SF that sets up for future arcs for the characters. We know Mor is still in Vallahan, that there's more to her story with Eris and that he's been dealing with abuse from his father, that Az is struggling with not having a mate, that Lucien still longs for Elain and Tamlin has fallen into an even worse state with Feyre's pregnancy, that the Valkyries will continue training until they were "well and truly Valkyrie" (which I imagine will take time considering Illyrian warriors spend years and years battle training <- my thought, not necessarily @crazy-ache 's opinion).

But she closes out the very last page of SF with Elain's carving as a permanent marker of the beauty and good their father brought into the world. She closes out the book with the sisters.

When the other books ended their last page pointing us in the direction of where the next book would pick up, why would Silver Flames be any different?

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #pro elain archeron

[marvelsmylife]

Tempted to write a a Fourth Wing x ACOTAR crossover story

Where Rhysand’s mother and and sister actually survived the attack but escaped prythian to escape Rhysand’s father and ended up Navarre. Centuries later Rhysand’s sister ends up pregnant with the reader and they end up going to Basgiath War College where they end up bonding with Tairn and having a complicated relationship with Xaden. The story would take place during the finale battle in ACOWAR where papa Archeron brought the ships to the battle. Somehow the people in Navarre got wind of what was happening and they sent the riders to help out. When the reader and Tairn arrive she meets Rhysand and the other high lords and lets them know they were there to help how ever they can. While they are skeptical, Rhysand agrees and before the reader leaves he tells her that she looked familiar before he slid inside the readers head and realizes that 1: she was his niece and 2: his mother and sister were still alive.

As an added bonus the reader is Azriel’s mate (and pulled a Lucien in announcing it to everyone) but things get tricky because Tairn and Sgaeyl are mates so the reader is also connected to Xaden. It would be a big old love triangle.

#acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x you #xaden riorson x reader #xaden riorson imagine #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader

[b-oovies]

CATÁLOGO DE LIVROS 📓📖

1. todos os livros estão em ordem alfabética.

observação: se algum link não estiver funcionando, por favor, avise na ask, que iremos mudar o link.

1984

A Bela e a Adormecida

A Biblioteca da Meia-Noite

A Bruxa Não Vai Para a Fogueira Neste Livro

A Cinco Passos de Você

A Culpa É Das Estrelas

A Escola do Bem e do Mal (sequência)

A Espera de Um Milagre

A Garota Mais Solitária do Universo

A Hipótese do Amor

A Jogada do Amor

A Mão Misteriosa

A Morte do Almirante

A Rainha Vermelha (sequência)

A Revolução dos Bichos

A Seleção (sequência)

A Terceira Moça

A Última Festa

A Vida Invisível de Addie LaRue

Acotar (sequência)

Alice no País das Maravilhas

Amor & Livros (sequência)

Aranhaverso (2014) (sequência)

Aranhaverso (2019) (sequência)

Ás de Espadas

As Novas Aventuras de Sherlock

As Vantagens de ser Invisível

Até o Verão Terminar

Aves de Rapina

Battle Royale

Boa Garota, Segredo Mortal

Butcher Boy: Infância Sangrenta

Caçadores de Sonhos

Chico Bento Moço

Cinderela Está Morta

Clube do Livro dos Homens

Com Amor, Simon

Conectadas

Cool for the Summer

Coraline

Crepúsculo (sequência)

Crime e Castigo

Daisy Jones and The Six

Declínio de um homem

De Lukov, Com Amor

Devil’s Night (sequência)

Dinastia Kang (sequência)

Duna (sequência)

É Assim que Acaba

É Assim que Começa

Eleanor & Park

Em Águas Profundas

Enola Holmes

Enquanto Eu Não Te Encontro

Entre as Estrelas

Estupidamente Apaixonados

Eu Beijei Shara Wheeler

Eu e Esse Meu Coração

Eu Sei o que Vocês Fizeram no Verão Passado

Fiódor Dostoievski (alguns livros)

Grishaverso (sequência)

Harry Potter (sequência)

Heartstopper Vol. 1

Heartstopper Vol. 2

Heartstopper Vol. 3

Heartstopper Vol. 4

I Was Born For This

Jogos de Herança

Joyland

Lady Killers - Assassinas em Série

Manual de Assassinato para Boas Garotas

Maze Runner

Mentirosos

Mil Beijos de Garoto

Nick and Charlie

Ninguem Sai Vivo Daqui

Noites Brancas

Novembro 9

O Azul Daqui É Mais Azul

O Bosque das Coisas Perdidas

O Castelo Animado

O Céu Que Nos Oprime

O Diário de Anne Frank

O Diário de John Winchester

O Instituto

O Lado Feio do Amor

O Mistério da Arca Espanhola: Um conto de Poirot

O Orfanato da Srta Peregrine para Crianças Peculiares

O Povo do Ar (sequência)

O Primeiro a Morrer no Final

O Retrato de Dorian Gray

Orgulho e Preconceito

Os 13 Porquês

Os Bridgertons (sequência)

Os Dois Morrem no final

Os Sete Maridos de Evelyn Hugo

Os Últimos Casos de Miss Marple

Percy Jackson (sequência)

Ponte para Terabítia

Por Lugares Incríveis

Punk 57

Quem é Você, Alasca?

Radio Silêncio

Romance Real

Salem

Se Houver Amanhã

Sem Amor

Sherlock Holmes (algumas histórias)

Simon vs. A Agenda Homo Sapiens

Sob a Redoma

Suicidas

Tartarugas Até Lá Embaixo

Ted Bundy: Um Estranho ao Meu Lado

Teto Para Dois

This Winter

Tipo uma História de Amor

Todas as Suas (Im)Perfeições

Torto Arado

Um de Nós (sequência)

Um Milhão de Finais Felizes

Uma Dobra no Tempo (sequência)

Verão (sequência)

Vermelho, Branco e Sangue Azul

Vingadores (2013)

Vingadores (2018)

Wakanda (2022)

Wakanda Para Sempre

#livros #livros pdf

[astrababyy]

idk ‘cause nesta’s “redemption arc” is more like redemption arcs; in that she’s had to redeem herself multiple times. it’s gotten to the point where it’s an overused storyline that exists just to make the story interesting.

nesta redeemed herself in book 1 by going after feyre after she was taken and developing a mutual understanding with her little sister. nesta redeemed herself in book 2 when she risked life, status, and livelihood to help a sister she’d probably spent months thinking was dead. imagine being nesta, seeing the door open and witnessing your supposedly dead sister walk through it. in the end, nesta still agreed to help feyre after everything.

in book 3, nesta still helps the ic even though the reason she’s been forcefully turned fae, kidnapped from her home despite rhys and cassian’s promises to protect them. she risks her life and faces her trauma to speak to the high lords, and she’s probably one of the only reasons that meeting didn’t go to total shit. she risks herself to save cassian in the final battle, and she goes out into said battlefield completely inexperienced to help the ic.

and then in book 5, it’s the same thing AGAIN. nesta needs to redeem herself AGAIN. does it matter that she went after feyre in book 1 as a full human, knowing full well that if she had gotten inside prythian she most likely would’ve been mauled instantly? NO. does it matter that nesta risked her entire life and livelihood to help a sister who couldn’t spare a single moment to send a freaking letter to her sisters letting them know she was still alive? NO. does it matter that nesta risked her life time and again in book 3 to help the war efforts and assist the ic after their repeatedly broken promises to her and elain? NO.

nesta’s redemption arc is disingenuous because she’s already redeemed herself MULTIPLE TIMES. there’s literally no need for her to do it again and again and again. but she does it anyway! her character is used as this punching bag for feyre angst, all her actions dismissed and outright ignored so the “nesta redemption arc” plot line can be brought back full force again and again. because acotar’s audience apparently had the memory of a goldfish, no one seems to understand that SHE ALREADY DID THIS. and so, the process repeated itself.

three. fucking. times.

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti acowar #anti acomaf #anti acosf #pro nesta #nesta archeron #anti feyre #astrababyy

[bettdraws]

People say the Valkyries winning the Blood Trial was the most unrealistic thing in Acotar, but I was just thinking they didn’t win it with brute force, like we can infer most Illyrians win it. In fact Nesta barely survived the final battle.

They won it like Feyre won the Middengard Wyrm trial, with strategy. Using first and foremost their observation skills, setting traps, and also working as a team rather than individually.

I don’t see how one is unrealistic and the other isn’t, but hey, I guess I know I’m reading a fantasy book.

#pro valkyries #pro nesta archeron #pro gwyneth berdara #pro emerie #i wont hear any more hate on this

[tsunami-of-tears]

ACOTAR ships as Taylor Swift Songs

There are so many possible interpretations, I may have taken these super literally. I would love to hear your thoughts on my choices or if you have different ideas! 

Feysand - Long Story Short THE SHOE REFERENCE TOO?? Long story short, it was a bad time / Pushed from the precipice / Clung to the nearest lips / Long story short, it was the wrong guy / Now I'm all about you Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky / And he feels like home / If the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go Long story short, I survived

Nessian - The Great War CRIMSON. BATTLE. ANGSTY ANGST. All that bloodshed, crimson clover I vowed not to cry anymore / If we survived the Great War

Elucien - Exile  All this time / I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind) / I couldn't turn things around (you never turned things around) / 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

Gwynriel - Willow I imagine Gwyn singing this to Azriel I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night / Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife Show me the places where the others gave you scars (!!!!!!!!) The more that you say / The less I know / Wherever you stray / I follow / I'm begging for you to take my hand /

Elriel - Treacherous  This hope is treacherous / This daydream is dangerous

Feylin - The Archer Obviously. I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost / The room is on fire, invisible smoke / And all of my heroes die all alone / Help me hold onto you I've been the archer / I've been the prey / Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? / But who could stay?

And finally, 

Rhysand + the Inner Circle - Slut!  Not a ship but I had to 😭😭 And if they call me a slut / You know it might be worth it for once

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #acosf #acowar #azriel #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #rhys acotar #rhysand #cassian acosf #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #elain archeron #acotar headcanon

[redheadspark]

Heeeeey! Hope u r having a wonderful day

From your prompt list, can I have Azriel from ACOTAR with prompt #12? Cuz I can totally see Azriel keeping his partner from getting up no matter if the other playfully struggles and I'm melting rn bc of that thought HAJSBDK

Do as you please I love ur writing, sorry for any disturbance I could cause w this, tysm take care🙏

A/N - I think this is beyond cute for Azriel! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Stay In

Summary - Azriel will make sure you two enjoy your morning together

Warnings - Just some fuff :)

“Az..Az I need to get up today,”

“Says who?”

“Says our High Lord since I have a meeting with him in 30 minutes, as do you,” 

The body next to you grumbled a bit, sheets shifting under and over you while the softer breeze from the early morning seeped into the master bedroom.  Even the softer sounds of the leaves rustling in the tree right outside along the cobblestone street.  You could breathe in the softness of the leaves and the cool air, along with the scent that your mate had along his skin and against the pillow that you were sharing together.  If it was up to him, he would only have one pillow for your entire king-sized bed since he knew you would end up in his arms anyway with your head on his chest and arms around him.

The ever-brooding Spymaster of Night Court was nothing but mush when it came to you.

“No, come on. Let’s get up—“ You were starting to say as you were attempting to get up from the bed, but Azriel’s arms around your waist were keeping you in bed still.  Of course, he would barely use any of your own strength when It came to you, you’ve seen him in heated battles and at the helm of wars.  Yet he treated you like a dainty flower, never gentle with his scarred fingers and the lingering touches of his lips along your skin.  You never had to be afraid of him, not when you knew deep down he would rather hurt himself than you.  

“Rhysand doesn’t need us this morning, it’s only a formality meeting,” Azriel said along your backside as he drew you back into the bed once again, you chuckling as his lips were kissing the back of your neck over and over, “It’ll probably be no more than an hour long before they rattle on about something unimportant,”

“Yet you thrive at these meetings,” You retorted as you turned around and stared at him.  His hair was disheveled and against the satin pillow, wings sprawled out behind him with a small lick of his shadows against his backside, the sheet pooled along his lower waist to show his tan skin and muscular chest.  He merely grinned, making his eyes that were already bright even brighter from the small amount of sun pouring into the room now.

“I do, but I think today we should have a day off from meetings,” he commented, moving his arms from around your waist to rub your hip with his fingers, “I’m sure both the High Lord and High Lady would understand two less people at the House of Wind,”

You had to smirk at him, seeing him being all pliant was something that seemed more common in later days.  There was no real threat in Night Court, the Battle against King Hybern was now the stuff of legend, nothing that was fresh and new.  The people were safe again, only remembering that gruesome time as a mere story and cautionary tale.  The rest of the Courts felt the same, and peace came over like a rolling fog.  With peace came new chapters in our lives. 

Especially for you and Azriel, who finally got married under the falling stars of Winter Solstice. 

“Come on, we need a day to stay in bed,” He urged you as his fingers were still tracing your hips with a singular finger, “The weather is perfect for sleeping in, don’t you think?”

You paused, looking over to the window and seeing the rolling clouds that came from the direction of the mountains.  Azriel watched you with his usual smirk, seeing that you were thinking it over before sighing in defeat.

“Victory!” He hummed as you laid back down in bed with him.  You chuckled and slapped his chest, hearing him laugh as he tucked you in his arms again, “Honestly, this meeting is not going to be important anyway.  Just some formalities on budgeting and the upcoming trip to Summer Court to talk negotiations.”

Glaring at him, you spoke, “How do you know?”

“High Lady Feyre,” He replied in a shrug, you looking at him in shock as he grinned widely, “I may or may not have asked her what was going to be discussed, and I may or may not have asked you and me to skip the meeting since we’re not involved,”

You had to give him credit for this, without you knowing anything about it.  He would surprise you every once in a while, and it was not like him being the Spymaster of Night Court and someone who was always on his toes and ready to fight and defend.  But these rare flickers of surprise and love that came from him, made you love him ten times more.  

Leaning back to halfway lay on top of him, seeing his gaze stay on yours as you kissed his nose playfully, “Thank you, Az,”

“Anything for you,” He replied in a murmur, leaning in to kiss you softly over and over as another chill came into the room.  You shivered, feeling Azriel move some of the sheets up to cover you both as you were still kissing one another and letting the morning roll on.  With no meeting to go to, nothing to worry about or rush to, it all seemed too good to be true.  

There was nothing better than doing nothing, with the love of your life. 

The End. 

September Prompt Session

#fanfiction #writing #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x female!reader #azriel x oc #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf #acowar

[the-lonelybarricade]

Mr. LB and I are reading acotar together and today we finally got to the first trial and he asked “Is Feyre’s first trial a metaphor for the worms she’ll be battling in the smutty chapters?”

#i had such a good laugh

[elrxiel]

I want Gwyn to be a Lightsinger not because I want her to be evil, absolutely not my dear friends, my Slavic ass just simply wants a character embodiment of a rusalka/siren.

The one that lures men to their demise. The one that makes men do unspeakable things just because of her angelic voice.

But well... the one that's also a little bloodthirsty.

Just imagine that on the battlefield when the final battle of the ACOTAR series comes to show. That has the potential of a really fucking great scene, I can imagine her quiet voice slowly making enemies drop their swords or go insane.

This is a fantasy of mine of course, but since we already have so many hints about the power her voice holds, it would be an absolute waste of potential to not turn it into some epic weapon.

I'm still absolutely anti ANY karaoke scenes or her dueting Azriel while gracefully flying into the sunsets tho. I'm talking about mystical deathly power here, guys. Be for real.

#gwyneth berdara #gwyn #lightsinger #acotar

[popjunkie42]

Gifts for WitchlingsandWyverns!

From your ACOTAR Secret Santa! @witchlingsandwyverns

I have had so much fun working on a story for you and getting to send you gifts and sneak peeks over the past few weeks! I have always loved your art and creativity and I really hope I can give you something you'll enjoy this holiday season.

I got inspired early on to lean into the fantasy and do a sort-of Lord of the Rings AU. This story takes place during the war 500 years before ACOTAR against the human slave lands and the human-faerie alliance. I imagine Feyre as a Spring fae, and she and Rhysand meet for the first time in the Dawn Palace's House of Healing. I was inspired by one of my all-time favorite fantasy couples, Eowyn and Faramir.

Blossoming in Winter - Chapter 1: Under the Wings of the Shadow (on AO3, the first part of Chapter 1 below) and tagging @acotargiftexchange

A million thanks to @witch-and-her-witcher and @temperedink for being my amazing beta readers!

Your story is mostly complete and will be four chapters long. I hope to publish every few days up until Christmas, but be patient with me if the final edits take a bit longer!

I've had so much fun being your secret gift giver and learning more about you! I hope you have an amazing birthday, and holiday season, and that you enjoy all the ACOTAR riches coming our way!

Love,

PopJunkie42

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

To Thesan, High Lord of Dawn and Commander of the Peregryn Legions:

Esteemed High Lord,

It is with great thanks and humility I write to you on behalf of Lord Tamlin, third son of Spring.

The Peregryn legion you sent to our aid was invaluable in our victory on the coast of the western Spring lands.Through whatever grand insight you possess, they arrived in the knick of time, as our armies were on the verge of being overwhelmed. The turn of the tide led to a grand victory on the side of Prythian. Though casualties were great, the land has been held successfully by our warband and will, we believe, provide strategic ground for both monitoring Hybern’s forces and maintaining a foothold on the shore, to prevent further ships and troops from docking in Prythian and adding to our troubles. 

Indeed, if you’ll forgive me for my storytelling, I can tell you the sight of feathered wings will forever bring a surge of joy to the hearts of the Spring warriors, and the tales of the Peregryn’s bravery will long be told in our lands and at our tables. The legion’s arrival at dawn after the long night siege, the rising sun at their backs, was the stuff of grand tales, and seemed to us a blessing from the Cauldron and the Mother. Lord Tamlin (and myself) sincerely hope that his future court and the Dawn Court may remember this great victory and the strength of our combined partnership in the days and years to come. 

Lord Tamlin wishes greatly to speak with you and the other High Lords further, once battles have ceased and Prythian is free of the stain of Hybern, about the future of our illustrious court and the question of leadership therein. Though the Prince has always valued the leadership of his father and wisdom of his brothers, their choice to ally with the King of Hybern shows their loyalties and interests lie outside of Prythian. After this war is won, Prince Tamlin wishes only to treat with those loyal to the lands of Prythian.

Though I write to thank you for your great kindness, I also am afraid I must use this letter to beg another courtesy. It has been heard that your illustrious Court has opened its doors to the High Lord’s families and those in greatest need of healing, to be blessed by the grand bounty of your powers and knowledge. It is with this in mind that Lord Tamlin humbly asks you to take in another patient: Lady Feyre Archeron, an archer in his personal guard.

Although Lady Feyre boasts no direct relation to the High Lords, perhaps word of her bravery has already reached your lands. For it was Lady Feyre who dared to enter the Middle and defeat the fearsome Sylvanus, the forest god, the last of the old gods walking among us. We know that all the High Lords and generals have knowledge of this beast, as he has split the land in two and his wrath and magic had prevented the joining of the northern and southern armies in our long-standing war. Although rumored to be immortal and impervious to death, even by the hand of a High Lord, the monster was single-handedly defeated by Lady Feyre. We have no doubt that her name will long be known throughout Prythian, and the grand tale of her conquest will be the subject of songs and poems. Perhaps if taken under your healers, you will get the entire story firsthand from her, as she has not spoken of it since returning to Spring. Such a tale would be the envy of the land, and certainly of your neighbors in Day.

Lady Feyre, though brave and strong, returned to the Spring Court wounded by the deep magic of the god. Her spirits fail her, and her body withers under wounds our healers cannot touch. Lord Tamlin beseeches you and your healers to care for her with your powerful magic, as her hurts go beyond the body and perhaps into the soul.

With much gratitude and hope in battle,

Lucien, Emissary of Spring

on behalf of Prince Tamlin, the rightful heir

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

“Please, Lady Feyre…”

The warden of the healing wing scuttled behind the female, her steps brisk, his own faltering as he rushed in his voluminous robes.

But both came to a pause in front of the wooden door, one of many in the hall of healing. A cold fog of darkness, whirling and flecked with stars, was pouring from the crack at the bottom.

Feyre Archeron, her face pale and jaw set, looked upon the tendrils of darkness now lapping at her feet. With a deep breath, she knocked loudly and opened the door.

She did not pause at the wave of cold night that washed over her at the threshold, nor at the brisk “What?” bitten out by the occupant. She only paused when the shadows cleared and she saw the patient clearly.

The Prince of Night sat up in bed, framed by outstretched, massive black wings. The span of wings was echoed in swirling black tattoos on his expansive bare chest, split by a wound covered in bandages across his shoulder.  His face was fine, if a bit wan, and adorned by a vicious frown. His eyes quickly snapped to Feyre as she stood in the door. But it was the wings, gleaming iridescent in the light, that took her breath. It looked as if he sat upon a throne ensconced by those vicious and beautiful tokens of death.

At least, it did at first. Now that she took a breath she noticed the way his wings were scaffolded by light fabric tethers and a framework of wooden dowels. Covered in bandages and oily with salves whose scent filled the room and her nose. Blood, too, dripped to the floor and across his white silken sheets, and bled through the starched bandages. She saw gashes and holes in the thin membrane of his wings, the skin raw and irritated and covered in healing ointments.

Just like that, her determination wavered at the sight of his injuries. She had spent enough time in Spring’s healing tents to know his wounds were fresh, and to recognize his pallor and sheen of sweat upon his brow as tokens of his pain. 

Feyre realized she had been frozen on the threshold of the room, staring at his wings. Dropping her eyes, she met the menacing stare of the son of Night.

The warden bustled past her and into the room, bowing deeply at the waist.

“Apologies, my Lord. She…”

“I thought I ordered you to let me remain undisturbed,” the Prince bit out, his voice hard and impatient.

“Yes, my Lord, but -“

“Are you Rhysand? Prince of the Hewn City and son to the High Lord of the Night Court?” Feyre asked.

The Prince’s eyes were upon her again, glowing in the dim light of the room. “I am.”

“Good. I’ve been looking for you.”

“And to whom do I owe this unwanted disturbance to my peaceful convalescence?”

Feyre swallowed. This was not going as she had planned, if she had a plan at all. She was the one who was angry, she was the one with demands.

“Well?”

“I am Feyre.”

“Well, that explains everything.” Her face turned to a scowl as his eyes roamed over her body, full of haughty judgment. A pang of embarrassment, and then anger tore through her as she considered her rumpled tunic, cut and tied to fit around her bandaged arm, her plain pants, her weather-stained leather boots.

Before the warden could start his bumbling apologies again, Feyre forged ahead.

“I am being kept here against my will. I wish to leave. And the warden,” she looked to him with what she hoped was utmost disdain, “told me you were the highest ranking fae here, while the High Lord of Dawn is away.”

Rhysand laughed. It was a bitter sound.

“Do I look like I am giving orders here?” he asked, spreading his arms against his outstretched wings. “Do I look like a lord of Dawn? I am as much a prisoner as you. Moreso, as I’m being kept in chains.”

The warden stood straighter as Feyre clenched her jaw. With High Lord Thesan gone for what could be the end of the war, and the nurses’ endless vigil in front of her door, she had no means of escape.

From his bed, Prince Rhysand sighed. She watched him wince slightly at the movement of his shoulders.

“And why would you want to be released from this gentle hall of healing? You look as if you’re in need of it’s services,” he said, his eyes again on her body.

She knew what he was seeing. Had seen it herself in the glass this morning, before she tilted it away from her bed in dismay at the grayish pallor of her face, her skin papery and thin, the blue veins beneath giving her a sickly hue. Her eyes had charted the scratches on the left side of her face and neck that refused to heal, stark red slashes on her skin.

Of her arm, bandaged and tied closely to her chest. Only her pale fingers, chalky white and withered, gave any hint as to what lay underneath.

“I wish to return to battle,” Feyre said, willing confidence and command into her tone. Surely a High Lord’s son couldn’t deny the war one more willing soldier. “I did not wish to be sent here and I do not wish to waste time waiting to heal. I only wish to fight.”

“Why do you not wish to be healed? A wounded warrior is of little use on a battlefield. And haven’t you heard that we all talk of victory and peace now?”

Feyre lifted her chin high, poured all of the confidence and pride she could muster into her face. Thought of Lucien, of Tamlin addressing his armies.

“I am an archer in Lord Tamlin’s personal guard. And battle is where I belong.”

The prince regarded her further. His anger had softened and the blackness swirling about the room had dissipated to soft shadows. He tilted his head. “Again, an archer who cannot use her bow isn’t much use to an army.”

“I have other skills to use, my lord,” she said, the last words dripping with ire. “Not everything heals. And I do not fear our enemies nor death on a battlefield. Indeed, to die in battle is an honor, is it not?” She wished desperately for him to heed her words. Every hour she felt the final battle rushing further away from her, like the ships traveling swiftly across the sea. Surely, a High Lord’s son would not deny the war another willing soldier.

Prince Rhysand swallowed. “An honor?” he laughed, low and dark, the sound pulsing across her skin. “I suppose it is. Certainly those bleeding on Prythian’s fields no longer have to face the horrors of what we have done or what will come next. Is that what you wish for, Lady Feyre?”

Feyre bristled at his tone. Whatever future waited for Prythian had little to do with her now. “I am a warrior pledged to battle, and the battle still goes on, and yet I am here.”

She wasn’t sure what it was, now, that look on his face. Silence filled the room.

“Well, Lady Feyre,” she chafed again at the term. No matter that she had explained to her nurses that she was not a lady, the epithet had followed her through the halls. “Whether it was the Cauldron, the Mother, or the old gods, our lives have been spared. And, as I have explained to you, I have no authority here in the halls of the Dawn Court. Even if I would grant you my blessing to send you to your death, the sentiment is meaningless here. So I am afraid we both will remain imprisoned, and live to see another glorious day.”

Feyre took in a deep breath through her nose. A second.

“Then you will not help me?” Rhysand wore a frown.

“Not in this.”

“Fine. Apologies for disturbing you, my lord.” she said, and turned on a clipped heel out the door.

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