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mossytrashcan · 7 months

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Unrelated but I was thinking about Koschei for reasons (I was reading about proto indo European pantheon and it turns out 'Fire God formed in water' is a myth researchers think they mightve had and it remonded me of Vassa) and am I allowed to say how funny it is that like, Koschei is so directly named after a myth. Like Bone Carvers his own thing and Stryga is technically got like The Three Fates/The Witch in Hansel and Gretel vibes, and then there's Koschei who is basically just the guy from the myth including the title. ALSO protoindoeuropean pantheon speculation is dope BTW you should research it its fascinating

Bold of you to assume I haven’t already researched it. I fucking loved anything protoindoeuropean as a kid, the folklore FUCKS

Anyways, personally I would’ve loved it if SJM combined Lanthys and Koschei together into one character. I think (no shade to ACOSF and it’s enthusiasts) instead of the rehab/whatever plot we got, we could’ve gotten to see a little brief corruption arc w Nesta and Koschei

Cuz like imagine a story where this deathless death god found out about cauldrongate and was like psychologically manipulating Nesta into gathering all of the troves (his soul bits) so that she could 1) become his queen/weapon, 2) make him all powerful, and 3) become a literal shield for him because the gang would have to kill her to kill him

(gonna unprofessionally ramble in the tags because I need to brainstorm about this lol)

#this probably sucks ass but I genuinely love the Koschei the Deathless myths sauuur much #like how fucking dare you throw him in there casually #anyways I need to work out the wrinkles in this hmmm #I know I’m bomb at pitching stories but there’s stuff missing and I need to work it out yknow #but yeah drop the mortal queen who’s evil thing cuz honestly who gives a fuck #also no shade to the rehab thing it was v relatable but also clearly a background for super sex #it could’ve been set up in the christmas special too #like oooo look something’s weird with nesta what could it be #and then also instead of there being too much free time for cassian to come off as an asshole #maybe he’s like trying to get thru to her or something #maybe it could be a literal retelling of the koschei story where the guy fucks his ass up for his lover #yeah that’s good see I just need to brainstorm in live time #sjm critical #THIS ISNT ABOUT HER I SWEAR IM JUST PITCHING #also also you could tie in nesta’s grooming for grooming #like in a sick way this is what she was raised to do #her wacky grandmother who def existed to make her story more sad laid the foundation for this #and now she has to like break that cycle and reaffirm that NO she doesn’t need to exist for old men #she deserves something better and epic #idk man I’m going crazy sorry

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meher-sumedha · 3 years

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Gwynriel Headcanon - Happy Gwynriel Week - The Gwynriel Marriage

Sorry I haven't posted. I have sooo many ideas but am soo lazy. Also I wrote this at 3 am AGAIN so sorry in advance.

Gwyneth :

It was happening. It was finally happening. They were getting married, and it was in a week from today. Gwyn had chosen Nesta and Emerie as her bridesmaids. She would have chosen her best friend Elain, if she wasn't already on her honeymoon with Lucien..

They really had bad timing and Elain had apologized so many times before leaving. Gwyn had obviously forgiven her best friend but her marriage would be better with her friend walking down the aisle with her husband. But it's fine.

Gwyn was a hopeless romantic. She had known what she had wanted to do in her marriage since she was a kid. But since she met Azriel, all those ideas had been messed up.

She wanted to make to wedding special for Azriel. They had waited 5 years for this and Gwyn had no plan of ruining their marriage. She knew what she wanted to do, but it was extremely daring and risky. Risky cause Azriel might tear up every male in that room because of her.

Gwyn had chosen a pretty perfect white dress. The dress of her dreams. But something didn't feel right, just didn't. And then it her, the greatest idea.

Azriel :

Shit shit shit shit shit. Azriel had been freaking out since the last three days. Their wedding was in 4 days and Azriel still hadn't chosen his suit. And he was also panicking because he hadn't seen Gwyn since three days. It was some silly ritual from Sangravah that the bride and groom weren't allowed to see each other for a week before the wedding.

Suddenly Cassian emerged out of the trial room with a suit on. "You know, if I wore this suit to your wedding, i think Gwyn would loose interest in you" He said while fixing his bowtie and running a hand through his head. "You can wear that shit of a suit, I already have my suit decided and you're not her type" Azriel said through gritted teeth and re tieing the bowtie in a better way, and pulling it a little too hard.

"Sheesh dude calm down. I promise to not steal your mate", What? How did Cassian know? "What" Azriel asked Cassian. No one knew Gwyn was his mate. He hadn't even told Gwyn. He didn't know if the bond had snapped for her or not.

He had dreaded telling her. He didn't want her to think that he was loving her because of the bond. And he'd never told her in the first place because he didn't want her to love him for the bond. He wanted her to love him for him.

And now he was paying for that. "Shit" Cassian muttered to himself. "How did you know?" Azriel asked. "Rhys told me" How did Rhysand know? Did he look into Azriel's mind? No, his brother would never do that. Would he?

"How does Rhys know?" He asked Cassian. "Look don't get mad okay?" Cassian said while walking away. That was probably a good thing to do as Azriel was bubbling with anger now. Cassian continued, "Gwyn told him" And he flew out of the window.

WHAT! GWYN KNEW? HAD HE TOLD IT TO HER THROUGH THE BOND SOMEHOW? OH FUCK NO. Oh but wait. That's why Rhysand had given him "that" Talk yesterday. Azriel was surprised to see Rhys do that. But he wasn't able to stop laughing after that.

"Look az, I'm not telling this to you as your brother, i'm telling this to you as Gwyn's brother"

"So are you still my brother or not?"

"Not for these moments. Now listen, if you ever hurt Gwyn I would hunt you down and beat your ass"

Azriel while stifling a laugh asked, "Now are you back to being my brother?"

"Yes"

"Dude you wouldn't believe what Gwyn's brother just told me-" Rhysand leaped but Azriel was faster. He finally let out his laughter. Rhysand had chased him across the sky the entire night.

Well now that he knew Gwyn knew, Azriel was gonna do something about it.

Day of the Wedding :

Ahh, it was the day of the wedding now. Azriel couldn't wait to see Gwyn. Rhysand would be walking Gwyn down the aisle and Cassian was his best man. Let's just hope his emotions were not written on his face because he was a nervous wreck at the altar. "Dude calm down" Cassian whispered from behind him.

Apparantly it was the opposite of that. Mor was now walking down with Emerie at her side. Mor had told her secret to Azriel first and Azriel had felt like the most foolish person that day. Now he just feels happiness for those two.

Shit. They had already walked down the aisle and it was Gwyn's turn now. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. When the music changed, Azriel saw Gwyn walk down the aisle and he forgot everything.

He forgot where he was, he forgot what was gonna happen. He only remembered her beautiful face. Her dress was beautiful too. As she was coming closer to the stage, his heartbeat started slowing down. She calmed him and his shadows. She was lovely.

She finally stood in front of Azriel. She had to take his hands. The movement finally brought him out of his tranced and he shook his head and laughed nervously. Her beauty was overwhelming.

Feyre was gonna commence their marriage. She started speaking but all Azriel could see was Gwyn's beautiful face. There weren't many people to see Azriel's blacking out soo many times. Only the inner circle was there. Thank god for that.

"Azriel, do you take Gwyn as your wife?" Feyre asked. Right. That was when he was gonna do something. He then smiled at Gwyn and kissed her forehead, worry filled her eyes but Azriel wanted their wedding to be remembered. He then got away from the alter and formed a group with Cassian and Rhysand. He then started whispering shit.

Gwyn started laughing, a laugh of relieve. And then Azriel walked back to her with the ring already in his hand, "they approve of you love because you are the only girl in this world that has ever made me so happy. You are the reason that I'm alive Gwyn. I'm alive and not just surviving. I don't know how I can thank you for that. You are the love of my life, and will always be. I love you, your freckles which are like constellations, I love your smile, your laugh, I love all of you. I love you Gwyn and I am honored to call you my wife, and mate" And with that he slid the ring onto Gwyn's finger. Gwyn had tears in her eyes. Happy tears.

"Gwyn, do you take Azriel as your husband and mate?"

Gwyn then wiped her eyes and said, "lemme think" And walked of the altar. She then went to where Nesta and Emerie were standing. There was also a curtain which Azriel hadn't noticed. Gwyn went behind that curtain and all the girls stood around it protectively. Azriel had fucked up. He ruined his last chance of happiness. He had ruined his prefect relationship with Gwyn.

Azriel had tears forming in his eyes and even his brothers were confused, until Gwyn walked out of that curtain, with a stunning black gown.

Oh god. Azriel was gonna faint. She was too beautiful. She walked upto Azriel, her head held up high and a playful smile on her lips, "You're not the only one who can plan surprises" And then she took his hands in hers. She was a goddess. She was the conquerer of him. She was the end of him but Azriel would die happily at those hands.

"Azriel, you are the person whom I love. You are my equal and we both equally deserve this happiness. I deserve you and you deserve me. The couldron could not have made a better pair. You have saved me multiple times, and I can never repay you for that. I will always be in your debt. I will be yours and you will be mine. I am in love with you Azriel and I know I will never be able to fall out of love with you. So yes, I do take you as my husband and mate. I love you" And then she slid the ring on his fingers.

Azriel didn't care if little Nyx was watching but he slammed his lips onto hers. As if she was the only source of his breath, and it was his last......

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bookstantrash · 3 years

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A/N: Shoutout for @perseusannabeth for requesting a wedding prompt regarding my Queen inspired fic “Somebody to Love” (you can check here Part one and Part two)

I was very inspired, so I hope it reached your expectations!! I also started to draft the next chapter for In which She Makes a Friend, so we may be getting Part Five before the year is over.

And I wish a happy belated Christmas/Holiday/Friday to y’all ❤️

Prompt: Elain and Azriel come clean about their plotting during the wedding day speech

Stupid Cupids

Everything was perfect.

The ceremony had been a private thing — Nesta was known for being a reserved person, even more now that her book was on New York’s Best Selling List for three months since its release, and Cassian preferred to leave the extravagance to the reception, which was being held at one of Rhysand’s hotels, a wedding gift from both him and Feyre.

Cassian was not going to lie, he had been tempted to thrown everything to the wind and just run away to Vegas to marry Nesta and be done with it. He had half jokingly told her that, only to receive a murderous glare from the three Archeron sisters plus Emerie, all who had been planning the wedding non stop since his proposal at the karaoke bar. He was smart to not bring it up again, even as a joke.

Then, after one year being engaged, Cassian was now Cassian Archeron, married to the one and only Nesta Archeron herself, all of their family and friends there to testify it.

The Archerons and Emerie had been Nesta’s maids of honour, while Rhysand and Azriel were Cassian’s best men. The Archerons’ father had passed away years ago, so Nesta had asked Lucien to walk her down the aisle. They had met at therapy group shortly after the Archeron patriarch had died, and had bonded over their shared messed up life — Lucien was trying to come around the fact that his father was not the man his mother had been married to, which she had finally divorced after years of abuse, having remarried with Lucien’s biological father.

They had all gone to Rhysand’s hotel for the party and by now, all were a little bit tipsy. Cassian and his brothers had done a Dancing Queen number— Cassian declaring that ABBA would have been proud of their moves — while Nesta and the girls had danced to Beyoncé’s Run the World (Girls) — which had been just as memorable.

And now it was time for the speeches. Emerie had been the first, being surprisingly followed by Azriel, who, although quite shy, had overcome it for Cassian.

“Well, here we are. Who would have thought that Nesta would finally take pity on Cassian and accept his proposal?” Azriel said with a grin.

That earned laughs from the guests and a ‘Fuck you!’ from Cassian, who was seated by Nesta’s side, his tie and blazer long discarded.

“Honestly, if I had to describe their relationship, it would be that of an enemies to lovers book plot worthy of the bride’s writing” that made Nesta laugh and blow Azriel a kiss “They had their share of hardships along the way, that’s for sure. But you won’t find a couple as in love with each other as Cassian and Nesta are”.

“Did you hear that Rhysand? ‘No couple as in love with each other as us’!” Cassian teased, making Nesta roll her eyes.

“There’s still time to annul the wedding sister- in-law!” Rhysand said back.

“However, we wouldn’t be standing here were it not for an intervention from fate. Cauldron knows how headstrong those two are” Azriel smirked “So, I would like to ask for Elain Archeron to come here and help me tell the tale of how Cassian’s proposal came to be”

The crowd murmured in confusion, the newlyweds just as lost as them.

Elain rose from her sit, and made her way to the small stage where Azriel was making his speech, receiving another microphone from the staff.

“ Thank you Azriel, for sharing the stage with me” Elain was Azriel’s counterpart in every way, all bright smiles and easiness to talk, with a pale pink dress and hair lovingly arranged with flowers, while Azriel stood by her side in all black except for his dark blue cuff links and dress shirt “Cassian is hardworking, kind, loyal, deeply generous and an excellent cook. I could not hope for a more perfect husband for my dear older sister”

Nesta smiled sweetly at her said husband, interlacing their fingers. Yes, he was everything she could have hoped for and more.

“But, he sure is as stubborn as my sister too, as Azriel has already said” Elain’s light brown eyes sparkled with mischief “Those two fools would never have talked properly after their latest quarrel had it not been for indeed Fate’s intervention, with Fate having two people working for him: me and Azriel”

“Feyre, we would like to apologise for having you take the blame and Nesta’ scolding, but it was actually Elain who told me where you girls were headed that day” Azriel said, bowing his head in apology.

“Betrayed by my own sister” Feyre sighed, trying to appear angry but failing miserably.

“I messaged Azriel to ask if he knew the reason for why my sister looked as if she wanted to commit murder,” Nesta groaned and hid her face in Cassian’ shoulder in embarrassment “ but he knew as little as me.”

“We got to the conclusion that it would be impossible to get anything out of those two buttheads, and decided to take matters in our own hands” Azriel grabbed a remote control from inside his pocket and pointed it at the projector behind him “We wanted to force those two to have a talk like grown ups, but ended up with something even better: Cassian’s own public declaration of love to Nesta”

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Cassian exclaimed, watching as the big screen showed his little singing act to Nesta at the karaoke bar.

“This video is courtesy of Rhysand” Azriel explained, failing to hide his smile.

The screen proceeded to show Cassian singing — “Why didn’t you do something like that when you proposed?” Viviane Neige said to her husband, Kalias, gazing at the screen in awe at Cassian’s romantic act — and his declaration of love, which raised ‘oohs’ and ‘awwws’ from the female guests.

“In conclusion, we would like to say that it’s thanks to no other than us that we could all be here today and enjoy such good food. A toast to the groom and to the bride!” Azriel declared, raising his glass.

“To their ever lasting happiness!!” Elain added.

All the guests joined the toast and drank their glasses, clapping loudly at Azriel’s and Elain’s speech.

“You are not mad, are you?” Cassian whispered in Nesta’s ear, afraid she’d feel betrayed due to having been made a fool.

“I got you in the end, didn’t I?” she replied, kissing their interlaced fingers “Besides, I had a proposal worthy of a Hollywood cliché”

“Oh, the things I do for love” Cassian murmured, kissing his wife “Do remind me to thank those stupid cupids later”

“As you wish husband” Nesta whispered.

After that revelation, both cupids received a very generous ‘Thank you’ basket from the newlyweds, becoming famous matchmakers among their friends.

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featherymalignancy · 4 years

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F*cking Lawyers: Elorcan One-Shot Sneak Peak

Listen: you ask, I deliver. 😎

This is a first look at the Elorcan extension of my ACOTAR x TOG modern crossover AU-verse. Currently, there are two stories in the series: In Vino Veritas, featuring Nesta and Cassian, and Navy Suits and Chelsea Boots, featuring Elain and Azriel.

Forthcoming are The Eyes of Texas, a one-shot about how Rowan and Aelin met, and the below, tentatively titled F*cking Lawyers, which is an Elorcan one-shot that takes place at Rowan and Aelin’s engagement party.

TO BE CLEAR, F*cking Lawyers is at the end of my writing queue at the moment, so this story is forthcoming, but will not be published until Like a Lonely House, my canon Nessian angstfest, is updated (hopefully this week), the next chapter of In Vino Veritas is published (coming very soon), and The Eyes of Texas is completed. I just got really inspired today and decided to bang this snippet out, but I also want to keep my priorities in order.

One last note! For this story, I have decided to spell Maeve the traditional way, which is Méabh, because....I can. Anyways, please be aware when you see that name, that is who I am talking about. Otherwise, enjoy, I cannot wait to hear what you think!

F*cking Lawyers Snippet

Lorcan—conscious of not incurring Aelin’s wrath by making a scene—retreated to the swanky bar in the corner of the lounge, quietly snarling, “Please remind my ex-wife that I started this company before—”

“Wife,” the lawyer interrupted primly.

“Excuse me?” Lorcan snarled.

“You and Ms. Lehane are still very much married, Mr. Salvaterre, and you will remain as such until litigation over your assets is resolved. That includes the cyber-security firm, which—as your wife—Ms. Lehane is entitled to fifty percent of.”

“You smarmy prick.”

“I may be a prick, Mr. Salvaterre, but I’m a prick who is more than happy to rake you over the coals in court should this mediation between you and my client fail. I will send over the documents detailing our latest counter. I suggest you discuss with your attorney and give the offer some serious thought; it’s the best you’ll get from us, that I can—”

Lorcan hung up before tossing his phone onto the bar.

“Fucking lawyers,” he snarled to himself, tugging his tie loose as he gestured for the bartender.

It was only after that he realized he wasn’t alone. The woman next to him was curvy but petite—just Lorcan’s type—and pretty enough to momentarily distract him from Méabh and her conniving bullshit. However, the feeling quickly faded when he noted the rather pointed look the stranger was giving him.

He swore again, low and to himself, as he rubbed his eyes.

“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?”

She smiled, and he felt a least a modicum of relief that he hadn’t offended one of Aelin’s friends; he didn’t think he could bare the resulting lecture.

“I am,” she admitted. “But not the prick kind, at least I hope.”

Lorcan studied the woman with more scrutiny, admiring the way her hair had been pulled away her face to bare her creamy complexion and stunning dark eyes. Jesus, she was lovely. He wondered if she was si—

An unpleasant realization dawned on him, and he felt his heart sinking in unexpected disappointment.

“You’re not Cash’s new girlfriend, are you?”

The woman laughed, the sound delicate but smoky. It went straight to his cock.

“No, I’m not. Though if you’re looking for someone to represent you in a—”she paused, clearly looking for a polite way to say ‘mess-ass divorce’. “—civil litigation, you should speak to her. Nesta has an unparalleled talent for getting what she wants, especially in court.”

“How delightful,” Lorcan said, unsure if he was delighted or unnerved to find they were flirting.

“She’s actually rather lovely,” the woman said with another smile, adding, “for a private attorney. I’m Elide, by the way.”

She proffered a small, well-manicured hand.

“Lorcan,” he said, his hand swallowing hers as they shook.

“And are you a friend of the bride, or the groom?”

“Do I look like a man who would willingly be friends with Aelin Galathynius?”

It was out before he could stop it, but Elide only laughed.

“You’re one of Rowan’s high school friends, aren’t you? I’ve heard your name mentioned before.”

“Not by Aelin, I hope.”

“She was complimentary,” Elide said before grinning. “For the most part.”

Lorcan fought off a groan. If Aelin had blown his shot with Elide with her fat mouth, he would—

“Though I will say she undersold you a good deal. She said you were tall, but I didn’t—how tall are you?”

Lorcan could fight off the satisfied smirk as she gave him a delightedly brazen up-down.

“6’9,” he said. “Why, how tall are you?”

She laughed.

“Tall enough to ride all the rides at Disneyland, if only barely.”

He was tempted to tell her she was certainly tall enough to ride him if she wanted.

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