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azsazz · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 14: Aidas x Reader [Stalking]

Summary: Anon Req: CC men, do adias lurking on reader in cat form and when she attempts to shoo it away in the rain, he appears in front of her (they're at her apartment door) and brushes muddied water from himself "is that really how you treat a guest? Not to mention royalty?"

I kinda veered from the og request but I tried to get most of it down.

Warnings: Smut, oral (F receiving)

Word Count: 3,520

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The streets are cold but you look warm.

All bundled up in your winter gear; the fur-lined hood of your coat pulled high over your head. The thick, knit cap settled upon your head and the scarf wrapped tightly around your neck, the bottom of your face huddled inside of it to keep the wind from brushing across your face. The only skin exposed are those piercing eyes of yours, accentuated by the rose of your cheeks.

It might very well be his presence that makes the alley grow cold. It is, but Aidas likes to think that the darkened, damp passageways hold an other-worldly sort of chill. It doesn’t feel like a cold he’s known before, it is one he isn’t used to in the existence of this plane.

He can see the way it overcomes your body. Aidas wishes the iciness in the air felt like more of a caress, a brush of snowflakes across pink cheeks instead of frozen claws dragging down your spine, but he doesn’t know how to wield his power for anything other than destruction.

He could crumble the brick walls in the alley but he finds himself wanting to break yours down one by one. He knows you’re hiding something, the way your pretty eyes keep flickering up and down the alley. It’s dark, and if he were a stupider male he’d think it was an anxious movement, checking your surroundings to make sure you’re not being trailed by the drunkards crowding the streets. But he prides himself in being intelligent. And handsome, but that’s besides the point.

You don’t notice the glowing iciness of his feline eyes, so pale they nearly glow in the darkness. His white fur reflects off of the moon, but you don’t notice that either, from the way that he’s tucked himself beneath the cold metal of the dumpster. It’s leaking something in the corner that he’s stayed far away from…after he’d stepped in the sickly green puddle.

Gross.

Aidas doesn’t know why you’re here, what has summoned him to the very spot you’re occupying, when it doesn’t seem like you yourself know how you’ve ended up here. The suspicious looks you’re throwing around are enough for him to creep from his spot, pad after you with that preternatural silence he only feels in his feline form.

You don’t notice. Not right away. He’s good at staying hidden, even more so at blending in, though his arrogance doesn’t allow him to keep concealed for long. As you walk down the long streets, he finds himself wanting those jewel-like eyes on him, not on the passerby and the avenue ahead.

He licks his jowls before mewling. It’s an innocent sort of noise, a beg nearly, and it tastes sour in his mouth. He’s never begged for anything in his life. People beg him, to allow them softer sentences for their crimes, the abhorrent things they’ve done to be sent to his plane of Hel. And not once has he ever given in to any of those pleas.

Your steps falter, halting. The ground is cold, slick with snow that has melted against it. Aidas can feel it in his paws, the ice pricking through his pads. He doesn’t care, it doesn’t affect him, as the cold is wafting from his presence.

Your breath puffs white clouds into the chill as you turn. He sits, straightens his spine and lifts his chin. It might look like he’s preening to you, but to him, he’s showing off, showing you his confidence, the little white kitten sitting so harmless before you.

Aidas really does feel like preening when you turn those gorgeous eyes on him. You’re suspicious, brows furrowed as you scan the alley, before resting on him. He watches the frown melt from your face into one of awe, and you’re approaching him with a newfound sort of confidence, no longer is the caution draping your shoulders down.

“Hello there, little kitty,” you coo, crouching before him. You stick your hand out for the white animal to sniff, so it doesn’t think that you’re anything dangerous. “What are you doing out here all alone? It’s pretty cold.”

As you say it, Aidas watches the plumes of breath puff from your lips. He could shift right now, tell you that it’s his presence that’s making the streets this cold, but just as you think he doesn’t trust you yet, you also wouldn’t trust him.

He needs to wait you out, play into your little game.

So, Aidas mews in response, creeping forward to nudge his head against your hand. You’re awfully warm, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of your coat have kept the warmth underneath your skin. The way you turn your hand to scratch behind his ears feels good, and his back arches in pleasure.

Before he can realize what’s going on, you’re lifting him into your arms, a soft smile on your face. He blinks up at you with crystalline blue eyes, head tilting as if in confusion, before the cat rests in the crook of your arms, seemingly wanting to come home with you as badly as you want him to.

“Yeah, you want to come home with me, little guy? Alright, let’s go.”

Little guy? Aidas would hiss, but he doesn’t like to lean into his cat-like tendencies when he’s in this form. Despite the fact that he finds himself purring into your chest. He stops when he realizes.

The warmth of your body is comforting against the chill of the outdoors. So comfortable that he shuts his eyes and revels in it, allowing you to take him back to your apartment.

He doesn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until you’re placing him down to shuck off your winter gear. He mewls tiredly, already missing the loss of your warmth. He blinks, looking around, tail flicking somewhat impatiently when you don’t acknowledge his mew, instead heading into your kitchen to wash up and fetch a damp towel to clean his paw off with.

Your touch is gentle against his paw. He wonders if he shifted right here, right now, if you would let him bend you over your couch and claim you like the primal part of him wants to. But Aidas doesn’t change, he doesn’t want to scare you away.

Not yet.

You carry him into your room, placing him on the bed where he curls into a tiny ball. You coo at him and it should annoy him, how you’re coddling him, a demon for Solas’ sake, but he enjoys it, because when he switches forms, you won’t be looking at him like that.

He doesn’t follow you into the bathroom like he wants, and you come back changed into a comfortable shirt but no pants. It makes his back curl, and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing the heat creeping towards his cock away.

“Okay, kitty. Time for cuddles,” you coo, scooping him from his spot as you shuffle under the covers. You place the white cat across your stomach, and he scooches up, resting his head between the valley of your breasts.

He purrs loudly when you begin to stroke his white fur. He’s soft and loving, and the noises he’s making helps take your mind off of the weariness you’ve been feeling lately, when you go out and feel eyes following your every move.

The kitten’s rhythmic purring and its warmth against your chest sends you into a peaceful slumber.

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Iciness wakes you.

You blink, the room still filled with darkness, letting you know that it is not yet morning and still have time to sleep.

It’s freezing in the room, but the fireplace is still raging with flames in the corner of the room. Your nose is cold, and the covers are tucked all the way up to your chin, but you’re still shivering.

The heat at your back doesn’t help much either.

And something doesn’t feel right. Where there was a warmth across your chest of a cat you’d fallen asleep with, it’s no longer there.

“Aidas,” you whisper, rolling over as you seek him out. He could be pressed against your back instead, so you’re careful as you do so, but your tiredness leaves your body in a rush as you’re met with those bright blue eyes of the kitten you found, only in the form of a fae now.

You screech, trying to shove yourself away from him. If you scream loud enough perhaps your neighbor will call the Aux. Maybe they’ll even make it to your place before the male in your bed kills you.

Aidas has no intentions of doing that, though. He rolls, pinning you to the bed with his hands around your wrists and his hips planted firmly against yours. Your gasp gets stuck in your throat at the feeling of his full cock heavy against your cunt. The only thing stopping him from entering you is the thin fabric of your panties, but as you struggle against his iron grip, the feeling of the crown on his cock pressing into you has you nearly biting through your lip.

“Who are you? Where did you come from?” You whimper, forcing your body still. The air in the room had plummeted, but his body is hot against yours. The pale blue of his eyes nearly glows in the dark, and whispers of his bright blond hair tickle your cheeks as he leans in further.

“Is that really how you treat a guest?” He says, and the liquidity of his voice sounds just like that of a purring cat. His chest rumbles with it, sending shockwaves down your body, collecting between the apex of your legs. The muscles of your thighs jump and Aidas sinks further, a rolling tease that forces the whimper from your mouth. “Not to mention royalty?”

“It is when I don’t know who the fuck you are or how you’ve gotten in my room,” you retort harshly, but the feeling of his taut body against yours attempts to negate the threat lining your voice. He’s much too handsome to be here for anything less than sex. Will he take what he wants from you and more? Why does the thought of him taking exactly what he wants from you causing your cunt to tremble?

The stranger on top of you stares you down, and while it should make you uneasy, it makes you flush. Those piercing eyes remind you of something so familiar, kind of like the kitten you’d rescued from the frozen streets.

Your kitten. Where the fuck is your kitten? Anger lances your body and you buck, struggling anew, but your strength seems to be no match for the male bolting you to the bed with his own body.

“Where is my cat?”

The corner of his mouth quirks at the corner and the beauty of it stuns you for a moment, body falling lax. “You mean you don’t recognize your little kitten?” he all but purrs, leaning down to lap at the sensitive spot of your throat much like how the kitten had lapped with scratchy tongue there. It feels much more sensual now, and your chin tucks away as your eyes flutter shut, giving the stranger more room to work. “I am him, kit.”

“How—” you struggle for breath, “How is that possible?”

Kitten licking across your jaw, Aidas continues. “The first rule about Lunathion, kitten, is not to allow anything inside of your home. Especially, a Prince of Hel.”

Your body fights a shiver creeping up your spine. A Prince of Hel? This male on top of you is one of the Princes of Hel?

All of the warmth leaves your body, replaced by an ice cold dread only he can conjure. But still, your fingers curl into the skin of his tight hips, keeping him pressed firmly into you.

You’ve heard of the Princes of Hel, all seven of them, but you hadn’t known how often they had wandered this plane of existence, nor that they were capable of shifting into animals, let alone such a pristine, innocent looking one much like this one can.

“Which one are you?” You breathe. It’s shallow, as if you might be scared taking too deeply of an inhale of his exquisite scent might drive the last of your self-control from your body. The hot press of his cock at your slick entrance is a jarring reminder that he may be here to hurt you, but there will be pleasure involved first.

Your question seems to strike him, though, confusion crossing his features for a flicker of a second before they’re turning feline again, smile pulling high at the corners and his blue eyes gleaming. You’re not afraid of him, not as much as you should be for a female in front of a Prince. He can smell the sweetness in the air, of your arousal cut with the sharper scent of your fear, and it is utterly delectable.

“Aidas,” he offers with a roll of his hips. “Prince of the Chasm.”

“Aidas,” you echo, but it’s more of a moan. Your fingers glide across his smooth skin of their own violation, tracing the hills and grooves of muscle packing his lithe body.

He growls at your name on his lips. Never has it sounded so perfect, so powerful, than it is now, a plea for more on your tongue.

Aidas’ mouth is hot and claiming as he crawls down your body, removing the shirt you’re wearing as he goes. The fabric reveals the curve of your breasts, which he takes in hand, brushing over your pert nipple with a flick of his tongue while he massages the other, drawing a sharp inhale from you. He’s never tasted anything so euphoric, so addicting. Lust roils through his body as if he’s been hit over the head with it, his light touches turning more forceful, teeth nipping, pulling at the bud of your nipple as he leans back, taking it with him.

You cry out, hips lifting off of the bed to follow him. Your fingers find his silky locks, fisting them as he manhandles you, does so as he pleases with your pliant body. It feels like roles are being reversed, like he’s going to be worshiping you instead of how you should be worshiping the Prince of Hel trailing down your body.

His fingers hook around the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs with an ease that threatens to snap your thighs shut. Before you can, he’s shoving his shoulders between them, draping your legs over his shoulders as he settles between your legs, taking in the sight of your perfectly pink cunt, fluttering for him. The wetness glimmers in the moonlight streaming through the window, and he licks his lips at the sight.

Goosebumps break out across your skin, the iciness of the room attempting to cool your smoldering body. You want to whimper, cry out for him to put his mouth on your cunt because you can feel each exhale of his breath against your keening cunt yet he doesn’t make a move to devour you.

“Say my name again,” he commands, and you don’t hesitate.

“Aidas!” You cry as he dives forward, slick tongue slipping between your folds.

It’s as if he knows exactly what to do with it, drawing a stripe up with the tip of his nose leading the exploration, the flat of his tongue following. He eats you out like a man starved, swirling his tongue around your clit in a way that makes you see stars. When he breaches your cunt with the tip of his tongue, fucking it in and out of you, a noise you’ve never made before escapes between your lips, and it spurs Aidas on.

“Please,” you beg, your nails scratching against his scalp as you grab his hair for something to hold onto. Your thighs squeeze but it doesn’t deter him, burying his face so deeply into your cunt that he can hardly breathe. It makes your back bow from the bed, legs wrapping around his neck to keep him pinned as you grind your cunt against his face, chasing the heat coiling your gut. “Aidas, please. Mph, I need to cum!”

He doesn’t pull away from your clit to respond, instead, he suckles harsher, thumbs digging into the meat of your thighs for a delicious bite. The temperature in the room plummets until it’s hard to breathe, your chest splintering with ice as you struggle. Not even the heat eclipsing your body can help, until he pulls back on his power and you’re cumming with a shattering cry.

Waves of pleasure roll from you. Aidas allows you to grind against his face as he works you through your orgasm, until you’re nothing but a panting, whimpering mess because even though you’ve come down from the best high of your life, Aidas isn’t done yet.

He’s pressing up onto his knees, stroking the head of his cock through your orgasm that drips down your thighs. He doesn’t give you a second to breathe or prepare, shoving his cock into you with a guttural moan until his hips meet yours.

You hiss at the stretch, hands planted at his hips as you writhe, struggling against the press of his girth. He feels incredible, stretching you wide for his taking, but you’d been unprepared, the surprise and stealth of his probing a shock to your system.

His hand finds your throat, curling around it with intention, though there isn’t a forceful pressure behind it. Aidas is showing you what he could do, if he so pleases, and the feeling of his large hand wrapped around your throat and his cock teasing your cunt in long strokes has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, a desperate mewl escaping your lips.

“That’s it, kitten. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

Your response is so pretty, the noises you make and the wildness lacing them. The way your nails claw into his skin, raking red marks down his chest and back, the ice of his power leaking into the hot wounds.

Hooking his hands beneath your knees and lifting them to your chest, he pistons his hips deeper, harder as he finds that spot that has you going wild.

You curse, grappling for him, trying to hook your hands around his neck. “Kiss me, Aidas, please.”

His hips falter. He hadn’t been expecting you to want to kiss a demon. He’s afraid that if he gives into the urge to lie down and fucking claim your lips, the last part of him he hasn’t allowed himself to take, he’s afraid he might never leave, might never leave this little apartment that in no way compares to his palace in Hel, might never leave the warmth of your bed, of your cunt.

“I—” Fuck it. He just needs a taste, swooping down to capture your mouth against his.

The feeling explodes in his head, drifting throughout his body like lightning. The feeling of you, your mouth against his, sharing your breaths with him, sharing your body with him. He can feel it in every push of his hips, how accepting you are of him, of the demon who’d lied to you, who’d been trailing you, pretending to be the kitten he doesn’t often take the form of.

He feels your cunt constricting around his cock, holding on tight as you cum. You must be feeling what he is because the softness of your lips and the taste of your moans has him slipping over the edge as well, his orgasm wracking his body almost violently.

“Well, that—” you wince as he slips from you, mourning the loss already. Warmth trickles down your legs but Aidas doesn’t care, doesn’t want you clean from his cum because he’s pulling you close and tucking you into his side. “I’ve never had sex with a demon before.”

Aidas’ raucous laughter startles you. His fingers tighten around you and you’re breaking out into a grin, admiring the beauty of the male beside you.

“You could have referred to me as a Prince of Hel or even a cat, kitten, but you chose a demon?” He presses a kiss into your dewey brow, enjoying the way you nuzzle your hot cheeks into his chest.

You shrug, bashful. “It seemed like the right thing to say, especially with that tortuous tongue of yours.”

“Not my cock?” He questions playfully, and you hadn’t expected a Prince of Hel to have this sort of humor, to be this…well, soft. His hand trails down between your thighs, running through the mess of cum. It makes your breath catch in your throat and your breasts push against his skin. You’re not quite ready for round two, but you want it more than anything.

“Your cock,” you whisper lowly, batting your eyelashes. The gleam of your eyes has his throat working around a swallow, and you like that. A lot. “Is so much better than that.”

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#aidas #aidas crescent city #aidas smut #crescent city #azsazz #azsazz kinktober 2023 #sarah j maas #aidas x reader

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a-court-of-lust-and-stardust · 1 month

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My very real, very accurate, definitely NOT chaotic SJM male ranking

Rhysand

Azriel, Cassian, Hunt, Ruhn

Aidas

Helion

Kallias, Thesan, Tarquin

The Suriel

Tharion

Bryaxis

Ithan, Baxian, Declan, Tristian

Thanatos, Apollion, and the rest of the Princes of Hel

The Bone Carver

The Middengard Wyrm, Jurian

Lucien, Eris

Kier, Lord Devlon

King of Hybern, Tamlin, Beron

#how many people will get mad at this #how many people won't take some of this as a joke #lmao #acotar men #rhysand #cassian #azriel shadowsinger #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan #crescent city men #tharion ketos #baxian argos #helion spell cleaver #aidas crescent city #princes of hel #kallias acotar

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curiousity-cell · 2 months

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i think for certain elriels my most controversial take is that i don’t actually mind aidas/elain (or prince of hel/elain) as a ship. in fact i think princess of hel elain as a concept smacks and is a banger theory.

i just wish people didn’t ship it to be a dick to elriels. like personally i love it i’m all over it

#elain archeron #pro elriel #pro elain #acotar #ghostposting #ghost posting #elriel #pro elain archeron #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #aidas #aidas crescent city #crescent city #apollion

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fleyrie · 1 year

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#aidas crescent city #bryce quinian #crescent city memes #house of sky and breath #sjm memes #hosab #Hoeab #house of earth and blood

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decadentpostnacho · 3 months

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Hot take (which is canonically cold btw): Aidas in CC is underrated. He's pretty, he dresses like a model, he's still so in love with his late lover that he does everything to fulfill her cause fifteen thousand years after she died. He's sassy, he turns into a cat (cozy) and he's a prince.

Are people sleeping on him bc he's blonde or?

#aidas crescent city #aidas #prince of hel #crescent city #cc3 spoilers #cc hoeab #cc hofas #cc hosab

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lorcandidlucienwill · 3 months

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Sarah J Maas can't introduce the princes of Hel and expect us not to simp. Be fucking fr rn.

#aidas #aidas crescent city #apollion #thanatos #thanatos crescent city #princes of hel #princes of hell #crescent city #hoeab #hosab #hofas

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emilystheories · 1 year

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The Princes of Hel are the true villains of the SJM universe. They are the Valg.

This theory contains spoilers for ACOTAR, Crescent City, and Throne of Glass!

The Princes of Hel: Can they be trusted?

As of Crescent City 2, we are lead to believe that Aidas, Apollion and the other Princes of Hel are the misunderstood "good guys;" that they have been fighting for Midgard liberation all along. I think that is a lie.

Interwoven throughout the book, there are many 'red flags' regarding the behaviour and true intensions of the Princes of Hel. The most prominent of these is Rigelus's warning to Bryce; that Queen Theia trusted Aidas, and ultimately "paid the price."

Secondly, the Wolf Mystic reveals that as punishment, she would be sent down to Hel where both the demons and their Princes would terrify and taunt her. Doesn't sound very saviour-like, does it?

Let's also not forget that the Princes of Hel are at the top of the food chain. They easily kicked the Asteri out of their world, with Apollion even straight up "devouring" one of the Asteri.

Additionally, they have connections all over Midgard. It is said that the Princes want to enter Midgard again - but to what end? What are their true motives?

Thanatos reveals Hel's motives.

Bryce's interaction with Thanatos - the Prince of the Ravine - is most telling. Thanatos states that Hel's current rules of civilisation are a mere "illusion." Instead, when the gates between worlds open once more, he will feed on the souls and power of the Vanir AND the Asteri.

Some may argue that Thanatos is a rogue, lesser Prince - that his brothers are different. However, is it then a coincidence that the Bone Quarter, where souls are harvested into secondlight (what Thanatos wants to taste), is overseen by Apollion, the most powerful and influential of the seven Princes?

Most importantly, Thanatos said he once used to devour secondlight like FINE WINE.

Where else have we heard this phrase before?

The Daglan. The ancient beings that oppressed those in the ACOTAR world.

SJM has lead us to think that the Daglan are the Asteri.

I believe that is incorrect.

I theorise that the Daglan are actually the Princes of Hel.

And, I also theorise that the Princes of Hel are Valg.

Princes of Hel = Daglan = Valg.

There are many similarities between the Valg and the Princes of Hel:

They are both "demons" (a word that is not used to describe the Asteri).

Both are said to live in worlds that are "cold" and "dark."

Both feed on power (I see this point contested for the Valg regularly - that they don't feed on power, but fear. This is canonically incorrect; see photo below).

Both have the ability to take on different forms.

They both possess the same "dark" shadow-like power.

Both create beasts and other lesser, evil creatures (something the Asteri do not do).

However, the most telling evidence for this lies with Lanthys - the ancient being that Nesta killed in ACOSF.

He bled black blood - the trademark of the Valg.

His humanoid form of blond hair, black eyes was identical to both a Valg Prince, and a Prince of Hel (Apollion).

Lanthys also feared Nesta's death-sword. The Reapers in Crescent City similarly feared Bryce's death-sword; the Reapers also bled black blood.

The Reapers originated from Hel. I doubt that is a coincidence.

The 3 Valg Kings.

If the Princes of Hel are indeed Valg, then we cannot forget about Erawan's two older brothers, who are presumably still alive; Orcus and Mantyx.

Erawan's oldest brother, Orcus, is said to be the most powerful Valg King of all time - what he can do pales to the horror's Erawan inflicted upon Erelia.

Another name for Orcus, is APOLLION.

In mythology, both Orcus and Apollion are depicted as having bat wings. In Crescent City, Apollion is the only Prince of Hel (so far) with bat wings (the same as the Illyrians... but more on that later).

Thus, I theorise that Orcus = Apollion = Most powerful Valg/Hel leader.

How does Prythian history tie into all of this?

If the Princes of Hel/Valg are the Daglan, then they must have been in Prythian. There is proof of this.

Take a look at how the Daglan are described in Rhys's book:

“He flipped it open to a page, revealing an image of tall, strange-looking beings with crowns atop their heads.”

Now look at how the 3 Valg Kings are described in the book Yrene finds in Tower of Dawn:

“Their bodies, tall and powerful.” “Crowned, dark figures.”

They are the same beings. What's more - Yrene flips the page to reveal the 3 Valg Kings standing a top a mountain. Take a look at a key feature of this mountain:

"As if someone had built the gateway of BLACK STONE out of thin air. There were no doors within this ARCHWAY."

Now look at the description of a key feature on Ramiel:

"The Breaking flowed through an ARCHWAY of BLACK STONE. The Pass of Enalius."

The Valg Kings were standing on top of Ramiel.

Is that what the 3 stars above the sacred mountain indicate - the 3 Valg brothers?

If that wasn't enough evidence, consider also Erawan's words to Yrene - that her power existed in his home world.

Yrene's power is described as "starlight," and acts in the exact same way as Bryce's. I believe that Yrene is Starborn. We know that the Starborn Fae originated from Prythian - if Erawan says the Starborn were in his world also... this further proves the Valg's connection to Prythian.

The history we have been told is a lie.

I always found it curious that the history of the 3 Valg brothers and the world they conquered (2000 years total), lined up perfectly with the history and subsequent overthrowing of the Daglan (2000 years total). However, it never made sense if you believed the Asteri to be the Daglan.

Instead, I believe the Asteri were in Prythian BEFORE the Valg/Daglan. I believe they created the Fae, and lived in relative civilisation (as they do now in Midgard).

I think timeline has been purposely misconstrued.

According to the Valg history, they found a world and waged a war - they were successful, and ending up conquering that world. It is explicitly stated that the world they found was not always grim and dark, but the 3 Valg Kings turned it into a world of ice and and cold and darkness.

I believe that world was Prythian. The Valg/Princes left Hel through the gates and overthrew the Asteri - taking control of the ACOTAR world.

Then, who was Fionn?

Rhys mentioned that the first and only High King of Prythian was Fionn. If this theory is correct, it suggests that Fionn was no mere fae warrior, but was actually Orcus/Apollion.

This makes perfect sense, as a single fae warrior is not capable of overthrowing the Asteri - but the Star Eater himself is.

Thus, Orcus = Apollion = Fionn. All the same person. All Kings.

What else can be explained?

During this time, the Valg/Princes of Hel either created, or stole and used the Dread Trove. I don't find it a coincidence that Erawan was called the "Dread Lord," and that the "Dreadwolves" in Crescent City are referred to as "demons."

What's more, is that Amren was thrown into the Prison during this time. She was a being of LIGHT and FIRE - the two things the Valg hate the most. She was also an angel; the all-time sworn enemies of demons (even dating back to the Bible).

It also explains how the Illyrians came to be, with their leather bat wings identical to Apollion's, and those of Hel's armies.

It also explains how shadow powers, winnowing and other Valg/Hel-related powers are so prominent throughout Prythian (the Night Court in particular).

I also believe Rhys to be Fionn/Apollion/Orcus's direct descendant. This is why he has the exact powers of a Valg King. It is also why he is dubbed the most powerful High Lord to exist. It ALSO explains why Rhys's beast form is identical to the Daglan hounds. (And no, that doesn't mean Rhys is evil - just that he has their power).

What about Queen Theia and Prince Pelias?

We are told that Queen Theia and Prince Pelias presumably killed Fionn - something that never made sense if he was indeed a noble, fae warrior. However, it makes perfect sense if Fionn was actually an almighty demon King.

However, aside from that, I believe that everything we have been told about Queen Theia and Prince Pelias - the original Starborn fae - is wrong.

We are lead to believe that Pelias was an awful person, who forcibly wed Theia's daughter. I think this is false, and that Queen Theia and Pelias were actually husband/wife or lovers (and I'll tell you why later, hehe).

I also believe that Prince Pelias is actually Enalius - the famed Illyrian warrior.

We know that Enalius fought an unknown enemy for 3 DAYS.

Pelias and Apollion fought for that exact same amount of time - 3 DAYS.

I theorise that Prince Pelias caught on to Apollion/Orcus/Fionn's rule, and tried to overthrow him. They fought for 3 days the top of Ramiel, with Pelias attempting to stop Hel's armies from accessing the gate.

In further proof of this, Pelias was described as a fae warrior wearing a "helmet."

Hunt finds a vase with the same helmeted fae warrior fighting Hel's demons, 15,000 years ago.

That same helmeted fae warrior is later shown as a statue riding a Pegasus, sword raised - charging into battle. Pegasus's are the animals of the Dusk Court - the Starborn - as Pelias is.

However, after the 3 days, Apollion kills Pelias/Enalius. But, before he dies, Pelias uses the Horn to banish Apollion and the Valg/Princes of Hel/Daglan back to Hel.

Saving Prythian, and allowing for the 7 Courts to be ruled as they are today.

Theia and her two children then use the horn to seal the gates. However, they are are then betrayed by the Princes of Hel; the extent of which remains unknown.

Cassian and Nesta.

This theory makes even more sense when you consider Cassian and Nesta as "reincarnations," or parallels of Queen Theia and Pelias.

Pelias and Cassian:

Pelias is Enalius. Cassian was said to be "Enalius reborn," that he has Enalius's exact fighting style.

As Pelias was Fionn's general, Cassian is Rhys's general.

Nesta and Queen Theia:

Nesta is continually referred to as a "Queen," despite not ruling any lands of her own.

She created a death-sword, just as Theia created/used Gwydion - Bryce's starsword.

Nesta's power and interaction with the Cauldron was described as a "newborn star."

Together, both Nesta and Cassian have a tattoo of an eight-pointed star. The symbol of the Starborn - the same symbol of Theia and Pelias.

Even when Nesta and Cassian had sex, the sound of a "single horn" was heard. Just like Pelias's horn?

And let's not forget Cassian's proclamation to Nesta;

"I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

Almost as if... they've lived together once before...?

Timeline of events.

(A very rough draft).

Whether this theory is true or not remains to be seen.

However, in the meantime - don't trust the Princes of Hel.

#sjm multiverse #sjm crossover #sjm books #sjm spoilers #sjm theory #bryce quinlan #acotar #crescent city #throne of glass #acotar theory #aidas crescent city #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #rhysand #crescent city theory

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cadiacore · 9 months

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Can you write a fic with Adias (CC) The reader has a nightmare and Aidas comfort her? A lot of fluff and a little bit of angst

🥺 stop i love this idea! it's super cute and I struggle with nightmares so this will be very therapeutic for me.

warning(s): nightmares, fluff, tiny bit of angst, etc. (unedited)

You were running. Running so fast and hard that you didn't even see the beast launch themself at you from your side. Your body slams against a tree and a scream rips out of you. Teeth and claws rip at your pants and skin. You were so close to getting to your demon prince, the one they took from you. Every nerve in your body flares and you begin to thrash, kicking the beast in the face and then in the eye.

The beasts loud roar echoes through the forest. Even though your leg is in shreds, you force yourself to get to Adias. He was just at the edge of the forest floor, you can make it. You have to. When you reach out your hand for him, the world tilts and everything goes black.

You wake with a start and nearly headbutt Adias in the process. He holds your face in his hands, worry lacing each of his beautiful features. "You alright, pet? You were thrashing in your sleep," he smoothes your brow and kisses the top of your head.

The room is still spinning and each part of the nightmare is latched to your memory in a vice grip. You lean against him and hold him. His bare chest against your face with his heartbeat slowly steadying yours is everything you could have needed in this moment. "I'll be okay. Just a bad dream."

At your words, he pulls you closer and lays back down on the bed. You lay your head on his chest, still listening to his heartbeat like it's your lullaby. "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is soft as his hand smoothes down your hair, making your eyes become heavy once more.

"It's okay. I just need you." You say, your voice barely a whisper. He hums and then silence surrounds the two of you. A comfortable silence. Not even five minutes pass and you're slowly drifting out of consciousness. Although, you didn't miss when he says, "I love you."

#crescent city #aidas crescent city #adias #adias x reader #cc1 #cc2 #cc3 #fluff

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decadentpostnachos-evil-twin · 3 months

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Recapping the past few chapters of hofas (I still have like 100 pages left, so please don't talk about the ending yet...)

I have questions.

Why did Morven have a bunch of thongs lying around? Was he a cross dresser?

Who ate Tharion's brain?

When did Sathia become such a slay queen?

Why haven't I noticed that I've been gradually turning into an Aidas simp?

Why is Ruhnlidia so slay? (BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH GREAT CHARACTERS ON THEIR OWN AND COMBINED IT CAN ONLY GET BETTER)

Can Baxian be my friend?

Where can I write myself up as a part for the angry mob to hunt down and gruesomely kill Pollux? (I think they should skin him and make a shower curtain out of it or something)

#cc hofas #hofas spoilers #hofas #ruhn danaan #tharion ketos #ruhnlidia #sathia flynn #baxian argos #aidas crescent city #pollux antonius

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azsazz · 7 months

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Crescent City Masterlist

Lean into Me [Fluff]

Come Again? [Smut, Toys]

Catch Me if You Can [Kinktober 2023, Shadowplay]

Dinner for Two [Kinktober 2023, Breeding]

Creep [Kinktober, 2023, Stalking]

#crescent city #crescent city masterlist #azsazz masterlist #sjm #ruhn danaan #ruhn x reader #azsazz #ithan holstrom smut #ithan x reader #aidas x reader #aidas crescent city

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obsessedwithlute · 25 days

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Aidas x Reader Chapter One

It was the Oracle's fault for letting Bryce blind her all those years ago, leading you to meet the cat the first time.

It was Briggs's fault for not actually killing Danika, setting off this whole damn chain reaction, ending you standing in your sister's kitchen as she grinned at the obsidian salt in her hand, the Shadow of Death paling behind her.

It was Bryce's fault for deciding to summon the Prince of Hel.

But it was your fault for allowing her to rope you into it.

You had a fairly normal job as an author, writing vampyr romance novels for teenagers and pretending the love interests weren't even a tiny bit inspired by the cat form of Aidas you'd met when you ran to find your twin after she blinded the Oracle- and ending up meeting the Prince of the Chasm.

Who you hated more than anyone else- on Midgard or Hel!

And yet, there had been that tiny flutter in your heart when you realized what Bryce's plan was.

"Bryce, are you absolutely certain this is a good idea?" you asked tentatively.

"Listen, Y/N, I don't know why you're so afraid! What, you worried I'm going to have a romantic tryst with the Prince of Hel?" she demanded, smirking. You sent a little encouraging smile to the malakh standing behind her- a little reassurance that, no matter how much she pretended otherwise, she found him much more.... interesting than a demon prince.

The both of you had always been so readable about each other's romance. And you could tell that whatever was happening between Bryce and Hunt would either engulf Lunathion in the brightest light imaginable- or reduce it to nothing but ash.

The flip side, however, was that Bryce could also read you, and you needed to stop blushing every time you thought of seeing Aidas in his human form- maybe running your hands through his sleek humanoid hair, possibly removing his shirt and feeling his-

NO. THAT WAS ENOUGH. You were not living in one of your romance novels, and there was no happily ever after with a demon prince.

You knew how that ended. You'd seen the daemonaki. A demon had killed Danika and the Pack of Devils. They were completely odious and-

Bryce was already humming as she formed a perfect circle with the salt on the floor.

"Do we need to- say anything-?" the Shadow of Death began to ask, but it was too late.

A blonde, fit, smirking, blue-eyed, muscular, and probably evil as shit demon prince was standing inside the circle. "You summoned me?"

He turned his eyes to you. "Y/N," he said. "It's been a while."

"It hasn't been long enough," you spat. "I have weapons on me and I'm not afraid to use them!"

"Of course, rose. I would never dream of hurting you," he said smoothly. Rose. You hated that damn nickname. He'd called you that a decade ago, and he still said it now.

You're a beauty with thorns, he'd claimed. Fitting isn't it?

You scowled at him and didn't give him the honor of a response.

Bryce and Hunt asked Aidas a couple questions while you stood there, silently, glaring, hand tightened around your gun, as if it could kill a Prince of Hel.

After they'd finished Aidas had one request. "Please, can I just speak to Y/N- alone- for a few minutes?"

If you'd had a drink, you'd have spat it out at the sound of the Prince of Hel saying please.

"That's up to Y/N," Bryce said sassily and turned to you. In a loud whisper, she hissed, "You sure you'll be alright alone with the kitty-cat?"

"I can hear you," Aidas said in a singsong tone.

You ran your hands through your hair. "You have five minutes." "Not seven?" the prince asked, grinning.

"You're the prince of the fifth level of Hel, it seems fitting."

"Alright. Five minutes- without your sister listening through the door." "Can't promise you that," Bryce chirped.

"Actually, yes we can, because Quinlan and I have got a lot to discuss," Athalar announced, and you couldn't decided if he won or lost points for that.

Athalar and Bryce basically murdered each other on the way out the room, leaving you with the Prince of Hel.

"I have a proposition for you," he said bluntly. You waited, glaring. "I was wondering if you may....want to come back with me. To hone your powers."

"I don't have powers, and I'm not going to Hel with you," you stated.

"Yes, you do. Your sister may blind an Oracle, but you... you could cover the whole world in shadow. Have you ever heard of it? It's called, in another world, shadowsinging. It's not genetic, but it comes from being left alone in the dark too much, for too long. The power is immense and beautiful, stronger than an Asteri," Aidas mused.

"Excuse me? Nothing is stronger than an Asteri," you snapped. "And why do you care so much anyway?"

"I have a theory," he said, smiling. "About... what I feel. When I'm around you. And being away from you makes me want to cry." "Can you even cry?" you demanded. "You aren't human. You aren't even Vanir. I'm not some fairy tale character, swept off their feet by a demon, only to learn they were tricked. I'm too smart for that, Prince of Hel. You can kindly fuck off now."

"Rose, please." The nickname was different now, softer. You shook your head.

Aidas dropped to his knees. "Just an hour. I am begging you, Y/N. Let me get to know you just a bit more, and then I will leave you alone forever. I swear it."

"It's not that I don't want to, Aidas," you said, tears in your eyes. "It's that I can't. Because I go with you... I'm not sure I'll be able to leave. And Bryce needs me. Hypaxia needs me- I can't go into details, but she's my best friend and she's been going through too much shit for me to just abandon her. I can't." You turned and left, not letting your tears downpour until you reached the safety of your apartment.

#crescent city #sarah j maas #aidas #aidas crescent city #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #crescent city fanfic #aidas x reader

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