Visions creeping In
Elriel Month Day 13 - Just Breathe
A/N: I hope you all enjoy!!
I was in the kitchen, helping Nuala and Cerridwen with breakfast. We were talking (well, more like gossiping, but it’s the same thing, right?) about what’s been going on. I suddenly started to feel dizzy, uneasy on my feet. I grabbed onto the countertop, feeling the vision trying to break through the barrier I put up in my mind. I tried to fight it, but I was unsuccessful.
I was in a place built from stone, chains of blue around my wrist. I had cuts and bruises all over my body. Then someone suddenly came right in front me. He pushed me to the ground, hitting the stone hard. He was laughing at my obvious struggle to get myself together.
I looked at him in the face and he said, “I’ve been waiting for you, dear. Your family sure did put up a fight for me to get you.”
My family. They had to be okay. They have sacrificed too much already. Please be okay.
I yelled at him, “Who are you?”
He smiled that wicked smile, “I’m no other than Koschei.”
“Don’t you dare mess with my family.” I was mad. And hurt.
“Oh don’t worry, dear, I won’t mess with them as long as you listen to me.”
I would do anything to keep them safe. “What do you need me to do?”
The wicked smile grew. “Have visions.” Pain made me have visions, well triggered them. He was going to use me for his own evil desires.
He pulled out a knife. I tried to get away, but the chains only let me get so far. He laughed, grabbed my arm, and cut up my arm. I screamed. The pain was overwhelming. All I could think was, I’m going to die, to die, die.
All of a sudden, I could feel hands on my shoulders shaking me, telling me to come back. When the vision left, I was breathing hard, my heart beating so fast I thought it would explode. I could feel tears roll down my cheeks.
I looked at my surroundings and saw that I was now laying on the kitchen floor, Azriel above me trying to get me to breathe in the right rhythm.
“Elain, breathe with me. It’s okay, everything’s okay.” His eyes were filled with worry.
I gasped, “I can’t, I can’t… breathe.”
He grabbed my shaking hand and put it on his chest, letting me feel his chest rise and fall with his every breath. “Yes, you can. Just breathe with me.” He spoke so softly, gentle. He always has.
The twins must have notified Azriel, and had him come when they saw I was having a rather hard vision. Sometimes they could take a toll on my body.
As the shaking stopped and my breath slowed down, he picked me up and sat me on the couch. He sat beside me, not leaving my side, waiting till I was ready to tell him what I saw.
So somehow Koschei gets free, kidnaps me, and then uses pain to get me to have visions for his own personal use. Well crap.
“Can I get you anything?” His voice brought me out of my thoughts.
“Um no, thank you.” I paused, grabbed his hand and started to play with his scarred fingers. “I had a vision about Koschei. He had me, like Hybern did.” Tears came to me from the memories. “He had me in chains in a wet, damp place made of stone. Then he appeared in front of me, and was hurting me. He told me he wouldn’t hurt my family as long as I did what he told me to do. Then he pulled out a knife and started to cut my arm open so that I would have visions. He used pain to make me have visions.” I paused, then in a little voice said, “I’m scared.” A small sob came out of me.
He put his hands on my face, wiping my tears with his thumbs, “Remember, your visions don’t always happen. It might not happen. We will try everything to keep that from happening. I will. I’m going to protect you. I promise.” He kissed my forehead.
Our relationship is a little… peculiar. Since that solstice night, he’s been a little distant, not showing much affection in public or when the family is here anymore. When they are here, he acts like I don’t exist. But I enjoy the little moments I get with him now, when no one but me and the twins are here.
But those thoughts washed away as he wrapped me in his arms, setting his cheek on the top of my head. I could stay in these arms forever, smell that scent for eternity. So right now, I’m just going to enjoy his company now, breathing in his comfort.
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azriel's a switch. he really enjoys dominating but, when he meets a stubborn and dominant female, he's more than happy to submit to her.
tell me I'm wrong.
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I have a question for you all:
Who would you have gone Under the Mountain for?
(Real people and / or otherwise)
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Let's talk about something fun!
Sarah said there will be Azriel singing in the future. What do you think his singing voice sounds like? And while we're at it. What about Gwyn's?
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Cosmic Love by Florence + the Machine is the ultimate Feysand song.
A falling star fell from your heart
And landed in my eye
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stoped, and I was in the darkness
So darkness I became
I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And I knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
Feel free to share your acotar songs!
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Forever wishing I was Nesta or Elain so I could have the privilege and the honor of saying I’m related to the High Lady of The Night Court, Feyre Archeron. 🧎🏻♀️🌌
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elriel month, day 13: just breathe
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Eris at star fall for the first time? And he dances with nests but watches az and wishes it was him. And then they dance.
ooh yes!!! eris and az dancing
send me azris prompts
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Training was fun today, rhys actually joined us
I ended up practicing with nesta while him and cass kept trying to fight the other and win
Nesta and i ended up leaving them to get breakfast
While our illyrian babies kept trying to show off their fighting skills
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This is hilarious, I love it! 😂❤️@wingsandembers
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The fact that Lucien “hunting the continent and dodging armies to find Vassa” equates to him finding salvation is so beautiful 💗
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We're Back (Part 2 of We're Leaving)
Velaris, River Palace, Morning, One Day After Nesta Returned From Illyria
Nesta and Rhysand
They were all there, in the study where Nesta had dramatically left twelve months ago. She thought to herself, what a difference this time. I don’t hate myself. I’ve got Cassian and we adore each other. We sisters are together. But there is a relationship I need to fix for all our sakes.
Nesta and Cassian stood side by side, resplendent in their fighting leathers, the perfect picture of strength and health. Nobody could fail to see the power that both of them exuded in the room. Yes, his liege lord and her younger sister had more magical power (although in Nesta’s case that was up for debate), but this couple was lethal. A swift slide of her eyes to the right saw Amren and Mor looking at them with respect and perhaps a little awe. The last year had seen Nesta mend and create their relationships in a slow, sometimes painful but completely honest way. She didn’t see herself as part of the Inner Circle and frankly had no interest in joining. The cause on which her mind was most focused was the plight of Illyrian females, and her friendship with Emerie had brought a distinctly personal element to it.
Everyone had visited Illyria since she had moved there, except Rhysand. Nesta had also mended her relationships with her sisters. That belonged solely to them and none of them brooked the slightest interference of others providing opinions as to how they spoke amongst themselves. Which had brought them to this point.
“You’re back and I understand that you both recognise the mating bond but haven’t accepted it,” rumbled Rhys, “I can’t say that I was ecstatic when I realised it wasn’t going away, that you wouldn’t reject him…” A soft snarl emerged from Cassian and Nesta gave a squeeze on their entwined fingers. I’ve got this. “However, it does seem to mark a fresh start for us. Perhaps it’s the end of the beginning.”
Nesta looked him in the eye, “You’re right in that it’s a fresh start. Two brothers with two sisters, one couple officially mated and one not. It’s either a recipe for disaster or something strong can emerge from this.” She paused, “Could we discuss this more privately? We have rather a lot to thrash out, but it’s for us to do this, not anyone else.” Rhys gestured to the window, “Shall we take a walk outside? I’ll put up a sound barrier if you prefer?” Nesta dipped her head in agreement and they both left the room walking side by side.
Outside the sun was shining and it was warm, with a welcoming breeze coming off the Sidra. They walked to a small, iron table which had two chairs with cushions placed next to it. Both sat down and looked at each other. Nesta started, “We’ve never seen eye to eye, largely because we started with prejudiced positions. I hated and feared Faeries and I believe you despised me because of what happened to Feyre in the cottage. I appreciate you always want to protect your mate, and I have started to acknowledge the same feelings for Cassian as well.” A nod from Rhys. “And our positions never changed, in fact got even worse over time. Our actions after the Hybern War, mainly my actions in pushing everyone away, solidified this position to almost a point of no return. But neither are you blameless, you could have done more to understand, or rather I think you understood all too well and didn’t want to look into that mirror again. The dark year in Velaris allowed the Inner Circle to despise me without any prospect of redemption. Except him. If the Cauldron hadn’t been mated me with Cassian, I have no doubt that I would be dead or enslaved in another Court. And I think the savage part of you would have been happy, no matter how hurt my sisters may have been.” Another nod from Rhys, this time slower. “Despite everything, I do love Elain and Feyre even if I struggle to show it in an …..orthodox manner. In a way which is acceptable to the rest of you. I’m not lightness and love, I’m dark, fierce and utterly loyal to those that I give my love to. It’s not easy, not wanting to show how I feel, but it was the only protection and choice I had left. Something which I know you’re fully aware of by your actions to keep Velaris safe when Amarantha had you in her clutches.”
Rhys sighed, “All of us have made sacrifices for those that we hold dear. You included Nesta, I’ve always seen that, especially by your valour in the Hybern War making yourself a target for the King.” He shook his head, “The essential nature of the Fae is primordial. We love and hate to extremes, so much so that the logical part of our mind is swamped by emotions. Even as I know we couldn’t have won the War without your interventions, the pain felt by Feyre because of your actions is something I struggle with. It’s simply how we are, well those of us born fae. You were made and I can sense your desire to hold onto some part of your humanity. It’s the last piece of your identity to the world in which you were born into, and you’re not going to give it up.”
Nesta listened carefully and knew the next part would be hard for her to say. “One of the most difficult things actually does not stem from being fae. My youngest sister is now a High Lady and I am mated to one who has sworn service to her. It’s a humiliation for me, that somehow everyone feels I have to serve her. I don’t begrudge her riches and love that she has found with you. I do hate the fact that apparently I have to do as she instructs me and I can’t fend for myself outside of all this.” She waved her hand at their beautiful surroundings. “I can’t trust the fact that she can force me to do things which have been driven by your detestation of me, and quite possibly enjoyment of seeing me suffer. I can’t reconcile this situation just yet.”
His voice was subdued and eyes were lowered, “And you’re right in that my thoughts and actions towards you have been driven from a horrible place. I don’t feel proud about it, and it needs to change. So I’m sorry for not being a better brother and seeking to help you in the right way. We’re both fortunate that Cassian is the better male and never gave up on you. I’m sorry.”
She could see the genuine remorse in his eyes and words and she whispered, “I’m sorry too.” His eyes glimmered with acceptance of her words.
“I don’t know what I want to do next,” she admitted, “but I know I do need to do something beyond hugely enjoyable sex with your brother and supporting females in Illyria. It’s a start, but there is more out there. I’m a better fighter now, but the diplomatic side,” a shared chuckle between them, “is something I want to explore. Being Emissary to Humans wasn’t really a job, I didn’t want to do it and the Mortal Queens certainly had nefarious intentions which meant the whole thing was set up to fail.” A wince from Rhys. “I need to do something which gives me autonomy and serves the people. I can accept being under the auspices of the Night Court, but not in servitude to it. That’s a hard ask of you as a Ruler, but if you truly want us to create a new future this is how it needs to happen.”
Rhys considered this, “You have power and talents which no-one in the Inner Circle has. I want to give you a role that you want to do. It’s quite possible, nay highly probable, that the Night Court is too small for what you can do. But, take time and steps to reach your potential. Mother willing, you now have centuries to achieve this and with Cassian by your side. Velaris wasn’t built in a day!”
The High Lord of the Night Court sat in silence for a minute and Nesta was content to let him work out his thoughts. “I don’t have anything to give you like that. Yet. And you’re right, it’s an anathema for me to consider this type of role. In essence you would be representing the Night Court but doing what you felt was best in achieving a particular goal. I will need to think on this later and discuss with Feyre if we can proceed on this basis. For now though, I suggest you continue with your current enjoyable lifestyle,” a smirk from Nesta, “and sterling work in Illyria. You can also think of what you might want to do.” He sat back and gave her an appraising look, “I can’t pretend to like you in a day, but I am grateful we’ve had a chance to talk and start figuring out where we go from here. It would do no good to Feyre and Cassian if you and I are shredding each other all the time or just simply not speaking to each other. I think we love them both too much for that.”
“A truce then?” she offered.
“No, that will never do.” came back the answer. Her face stilled and stomach churned. After all we’ve just said we go back to where we were before?
“A peace. A new start. We’ll work this out together. You and I” he smiled back to her.
A thought occurred to him. “Cassian says you’ve become a great fighter, have learnt to harness your passion rather than your anger. My mother was almost clipped until the Cauldron saw fit to mate her with my father. This cause is one I’ve championed for centuries, but you...you are making a difference in Illyria. You have my thanks for that as well.”
He gestured in the vague direction of the House of Wind. “You’re aware that the Library gives home and refuge to some….fractured souls?”
Nesta shuddered at the memory of her experience with Hybern’s Ravens and Bryaxis. “Yes, I remember”, she replied cautiously not knowing where this was going.
“Given your ongoing championing of females, I thought that you might like to split your time between Illyria and the House of Wind. A particular priestess named Gwyneth Berdara has raised some persistent requests to have an instructor they can trust to show them self defence techniques and possibly something more.” He left the obvious question unsaid, the genuine choice that she could make.
Her lightning fast brain considered the technical feasibility and logistics of such a proposal. Constant movement between Windhaven and Velaris, but a cause close to her heart. Being closer to Elain and Feyre and enjoying the finer things that this city had to offer were a definite positive as well. But, she was no instructor, that would have to come from Cassian, as Nesta couldn’t envisage another who she felt could help struggling females without arousing fear and panic in them.
“I agree,” she started slowly, “but Cassian would have to as well as I’m not at a level to instruct. It would feel good to help here and in Illyria, that’s the honest truth.”
Rhys looked over at her, “We have an accord and I’ll let you handle Cassian’s acquiescence to your request.”
“My request……?” she trailed off.
“You wanted an assignment with autonomy? You have it. Pick your team and methods to help the priestesses and let me know the progress.” He grinned at her disarmingly.
Nesta returned these words with a genuine smile of her own. They embraced quickly and walked back towards the River House, straight into a welcome roar of approval by everyone else.
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Son of the Autumn and Day Court • Heir to the Day Court • The Clever Fox • Emissary • Lord • Fire Wielder • Spell-Cleaver
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Just finished a court of wings and ruin and I do not know what to think about this whole series. Please, I need to talk to someone about it.
So feel free to message me if you have read the books and can help me to sort out my mixed feelings I have about those books, haha
not me rereading chapter 34 this morning at the breakfast table! ☕🦇🔥😏 I think it was my 3rd reread?4th?😅 I might have also reread chapter 30 last night..🙈 I'm probably going to reread chapter 35 too because I'm obsessed with it! I'm still thinking about Cassian buying a cottage "for when the time is right", nessian walking hand in hand in Velaris..😭🥺🥰🥺 Your writing is so beautiful 😭😭 looking forward to Sunday (or whenever you decide to post the next chapter, take your time!)✨
Hahaha I love this dedication to E&L ❤️❤️ Chapter 30 is one of my faves! And 35 is suitably fluffy 🌟
I’ll try my best to get you an update on Sunday xx
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Feyre Foreshadowing Elriel
And I think Elain - Elain would like it, too. Though she'd probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.
I smiled at the thought - at how handsome they would be together. If the warrior ever stopped quietly loving Mor.
2-3 Years Later in ACOSF:
"It doesn’t matter what I want." Distant words—ones that prevented Cassian from prying further. He was still happy to be Mor’s buffer with Azriel, but there’d been a change lately. In both of them. Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel… those longing glances toward her had become few and far between. As if he’d given up. After five hundred years, he’d somehow given up. Cassian couldn’t think why.
In other words, Feyre literally saying how Elriel would be beautiful ONLY if Azriel stopped loving Mor, and what does he do in ACOSF? Stops loving Mor...😏
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i hope feyre and gwyn become friends. i think they would really like each other. i feel like gwyn would see a lot of her own sister in feyre, and i think feyre would see a lot of herself in gwyn, of how much they both have endured many hardships in their life. i really want this.
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Lyrics from songs on my phone that remind me of ACOTAR characters
It’s a long one! Not all the characters are here!
Tamlin Atlas - Fanfarlo
“Next spring will bring you back again,
You’ll sigh and crack the whip for us,
And maybe you will be the one,
Who’ll draw the line in the sand for us to cross.
It’s all packed box now,
All painting portraits time,
And maybe when the night comes,
You’ll open up the cage.”
Nesta Boreas - The Oh Hellos
“I’d be lying if I told you I’m keeping tidy anymore,
Yeah I swing from believing that maybe my working will all pay off,
To considering drinking with Molotov,
I’m halfway out the door.
Maybe then my breath could embody,
A wildfire starting.
I’d sweep up the forest floor,
And my body breathe life into the corners,
Be a darker soil.”
Lucien To Be Loved - Askjell feat. AURORA
“You touched my skin so warm,
And time is cold,
And trust me I would know.
In my heart, I’m the half of a whole,
And it’s making me feel so alone.
Waking up thinking of what it is to be loved.”
Rhysand ‘O Sleeper - The Oh Hellos
“While the weary nations weep,
Awakening me from a dream,
I see the moonlight steal across my sheets.
My love is lying fast asleep,
Chasing its beams.
She stirs and then she turns her back to me.
The clouds overhead open up,
For the wicked and just,
All the same."
Feyre Passerine - The Oh Hellos
“My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline,
From fuelling the fire of that Greco-Roman dream.
Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams,
It don’t bring me relief, no,
It don’t bring me nothing.”
Azriel Honor For All - Jon Licht and Daniel Licht
“Love is a distant aroma at best,
A withering smile that’s stuck deep in your vest,
The night air it wraps it’s fingers around,
Your body it shakes from the now distant sound.
Oh the sound of her voice,
A sweet symphony,
Played over and over until you are free.”
Morrigan New River - The Oh Hellos
“I know the winds from the south,
Have the waves riled up like a hungry mouth.
And your stomach goes hollow,
At the thought that it could swallow you whole.
Well it’ll rain for fourty days and nights,
And nothing you do can slow the rising tide.
But the river takes her shape from every tempest she abides,
And like her, you’ll be made new again.”
Amren Soulless Creatures - AURORA
“Come my wonders after dawn restores,
Waiting for the world to turn once more,
Listening to the deep magnetic sounds,
Hunting for a victim lying down.
Come back to me,
After peace restores,
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