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mxtantrights · 2 months

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swept away, I’m stolen

a/n: and we’re back! Kind of. I don’t plan on writing more for this at the moment. Seeing as this was supposed to be just a one shot (I lied to myself here we are) I just wanted to have some fun now within this little universe I made. Writing a down bad Azriel is just *chef’s kiss* and I couldn’t leave you hanging like that.

Azriel x magic!fem!reader

The sun feels weird. It has since you came back home. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. It’s like every time you go to lay out in the sun it feels wrong. Wrong. That’s the word. You suck you teeth and sit up on your elbows.

In front of you, down the hill, the children from summer were playing in the water. The way they play with water is different from the kids in day. These kids have more intricate water fights.

After completing both your missions Helion told you to go on vacation. Well, told is putting it prettily. He ordered you to go on vacation. He packed most of your things. He locked you out of your room and he knows how much you hate sleeping in the guest rooms.

It’s not like you were running away from anything. Lucien hadn’t scheduled a visit yet. It was taking a toll on Helion, he wouldn’t talk about it but he didn’t need to. You’ve known him long enough to know the dips his brow and the worry lines around his lips were because of his son’s absence.

And then there was the Azriel thing.

You don’t want to go back to the night court. But you do want to see him again. The way you two left things after he talked with you in your room that morning felt unfinished.

Which is precisely why you’re here, in the summer court. Soaking up the sun, trying to forget about all of your problems at the moment so that you might find a solution.

You couldn’t stand being home when you felt this way. You’re thankful Helion made you come here. You close your eyes again and try to call on the heat of the sun.

All of a sudden, instead of the mild warmth of the sun on your face you felt cold. You open your eyes and you find the culprit. A short red haired culprit.

“Is that a fox I see?” You joke with a smile.

Eris smiles back at you, “It is. Don’t you know foxes like to bathe in the sun?”

“You never could do it with me.” You answer.

You watch as he takes a seat next to you. Eris always has this way of fitting in anywhere. An Autumn male through and through but that’s because he has his duty to the throne. He sits back on his elbows too, and turns to you.

“Slander. I’ll have you know lying against me is a crime.” He jokes.

You nod your head with a laugh, “I bet you’ll leave in five minutes.”

Then it hits you. Why is he here? Eris surely couldn’t afford to trot around on vacation. His father, ever the best parent, would not allow it. Seeing anyone happy but him makes all the blood vessels in his body combust.

“Eris, how are you here right now?” You ask.

He turns away from you.

“I winnowed.”

“You are so annoying you know that is not what I meant.” You say, turning back to face the kids once again.

“I like getting under your skin, sunshine.”

“Don’t call me that either, flame-thrower.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while. It’s nice. Peaceful. To anyone else it might perplex them. The sight of Eris sitting next to someone and not scowling or frowning. But to you it’s not that odd of an occurrence.

“I have to throw my father off my scent.” Eris finally answers.

“Oh? Anything interesting?” You ask.

“Yes, and I have you to thank for that.”

You look at him again. He was here because his next stop is the day court. And you doubt Eris would just go to the day court without a reason.

Lucien.

He may not have scheduled a meeting but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to see his father. You smile to yourself. You’re glad that he was able to do it after all.

“You knew, didn’t you?” You ask him.

Eris nods his head, “Lucien had a little slip up when we were kids. A display of powers that wouldn’t have come form Beron or our mother.”

“You protected him.” You put simply.

“I just helped him.” Eris shrugs.

Always the humble servant. You turn back again. The kids are starting to leave now. The water beginning to rest as they do. You were planning on going in after they left.

You sit up properly and start taking off your light shawl.

“As much as I am flattered…” Eris trails off.

“We shared one kiss as blushing adolescents.” You laugh.

You stand up now and turn your back toward the sun. He takes your figure in. He wouldn’t be Eris if he didn’t. You throw your shawl at him, he catches it easily and puts it to the side.

“It was a kiss nonetheless.” He adds.

You spin around and begin taking off down the hill. The wind whipping past you and against your skin. You legs take you all the way to the water. The cold hits your feet first. Then you wade in deeper.

When you turn around to find Eris, he’s gone. Like the apparition he claims to be to everyone. Keeping up with the rumors, you guess. You can’t help this gnawing feeling inside of you though.

That even though you turned around, and Eris was the one you were talking to moments before, you wanted it to be someone else…

TWO DAYS LATER

The bell on the door rings out through the shop. You huff out a breath and get yourself ready. You were helping one of the shop owners, Deji, white he was out to lunch. It was the least you could do in exchange for taking surfing lessons.

Deji wanted to give the lessons to you for free. But after you explained to him that your job title pays you quite handsomely he let you pay him some money. You felt it wasn’t enough so you let him put you to work.

A vacation where you had to work is weird but you don’t consider it work. You consider it a new experience.

“I’ll be right with you!” You yell out.

With the crate of wax used for the boards in your hands you walked from the back of the store to the front. You set it down on the empty counter top and turn to greet the guest.

Safe to say you were not expecting Azriel.

You’re glad you set the box down, you might have dropped it because of the surprise standing a few feet away from you. He was here. Right there. How was he here?

“Hi.” He says first.

You smirk, “Only one word for me?”

He chuckles at that. It feels nice to hear the sound again. You didn’t think you’d hear it this soon.

“It’s nice to see you again.” He corrects himself.

You nod your head. You bring your hand behind your back, at least this way you can wring your fingers in peace. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

“It’s really nice to see you too. Are you on a mission?” You speak.

“In a sense. It’s hard to explain.”

Ah. So he is here on a mission. Maybe he came here to ask you for the blade again. You actually don’t have it on you right now. You had to hand it over to Helion as per the deal of this vacation.

“Well I don’t have the blade so if—“ you start

“I’m not here for the blade.” He cuts you off.

“Good.” You answer.

Azriel is about to say something else when the bell rings out again. Both of you turn your attention to the person who just walked in. It’s Deji. Which means if he’s back you can leave for the day.

Deji looks at the shadow singer and greets him. He offers him a handshake which Azriel takes. You come form around the selling table and over to Azriel.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Deji says to you.

Deji moves in front of you, and you position yourself in front of Azriel.

You can tell by the way he said it that he’s picking up on something. Maybe he thinks Azriel is your friend. Or maybe he’s thinking something else. Either way your insides are churning.

“Yes yes, see you tomorrow Deji.” You say, hands still behind your back.

Deji smiles and walk over to the selling table. In the time that he does that, Azriel grabs your hand from behind your back. It stills you. No Still it not the right word to use. It calms you. Yeah, that’s it. Without another word Azriel is leading you out of the store, hand in hand. You look at your hands joined together. Fingers intertwined. You follow behind him wordlessly. He walks from the shop and down the little paths to the beach. You can barely see anything with his wings and shadows in the way.

And yet his hand never leaves yours.

The two of you walk like that without another word said until you reach a new place. One of the many beaches that you haven’t visited quite yet. There aren’t many people lingering around either. A few groups of people spread out on the sand and people in the water.

Azriel walks on the sand but you stop him. He turns around.

“I don’t want sand in my shoes.” You say as you reach down and undo them.

Azriel chuckles softly to himself and does the same. He holds his shoes in one hand, your hand in the other. You hold your shoes in your free hand. Azriel leads you onto the beach.

A bit away from the people there, he stops at a spot. Just a few feet from the water. You move to his side and look out into the distance. There’ nothing for miles. This must be the beach that faces the long ocean, away from the other courts.

You feel his thumb brush back and forth against the back of your hand. Like it did the day you left the night court. You can feel the heavy weight of that day come back to you ever so slowly.

You look over at him.

“I’m sorry for the way I left.” You speak.

His throat bobs. He doesn’t turn to look at you. Maybe he doesn’t want to speak about it. You don’t know what he wants. You don’t know what you want either.

“It’s okay, I understand why you left the way you did.” He replies.

“Doesn’t make it right. It’s not like you were to blame for everything.” You add.

“But I could have said something.” He says.

He finally, finally, turns to look at you now. He doesn’t look as sad as that day. Or maybe he’s gotten used to wearing his sadness. You still can’t understand what brought him to tears that day. There was no way you being mad at him made the shadow singer fall apart like that.

“I have to ask you something, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You say.

“I’ll do my best for you.” He replies.

You squeeze his hand, “When I left, and you were overcome with emotions. What was that really about?”

He sighs and looks back at the view in front of him. You stuck a nerve. You decide to keep looking at him. You don’t know if this conversation will go horribly wrong and if this will be the last time you speak to him. You don’t know what the future holds.

“It was about you. It still is. You are the first person in a very long time that has made me feel less of a monster and more like a living creature with feelings.” He explains to you.

“You think of yourself as a monster?” you ask.

He scoffs, “I know about the rumors.”

“And?”

“And?” He asks you back.

“If I let the rumors about me weigh me down I wouldn’t get out of bed every morning.” You answer his question.

You take this moment to stand in front of him. Your hands still intertwined. His eyes move to you from the distance of the perfectly blue ocean. “Sometimes I can’t help but let it weigh me down. And you leaving, just reminded me of who I am to everyone. Who I have chosen to be for most of my life.” He says.

“Who are you when you’re with me?” You ask.

Azriel can’t fight off the smile that forms on his face. You like that you are able to make him smile. You like that this sadness that coats him like a blood stain seems to wash away with the words you say.

“I don’t know, but I want to figure it out.” He answers you.

“I want that too.” You smile.

Azriel pulls you in to him. The two of you slot together turning on a light. So much science goes into the light but it looks so easily done. With your body pressing against his you can’t help but feel like something really did click between you two.

A WEEK LATER You think you might have upset him. Not totally, but at certain intervals. He’s fine whenever you spend time together outside of the vacation house. You decided to let Azriel share a space with you instead of living two places that were across the city.

There were three rooms, so it’s not like the two of you would have to share a bed. He got one room. You got another. It was nice. You could run into him in the living room, or in the backyard, or in the kitchen. And he would smile at you and join in whatever you were doing, or invite you to join him.

But something strange is happening to Azriel.

Every single time you offer to stay in and have food, he declines. Either he’s busy and needs to go somewhere. Or he’s already placed an order for food someplace else. Or he doesn’t feel in the mood for home cooking and just wants to go out. Which are all fine reasons, you didn’t think too much of it.

Until now.

Right now Azriel is making food for the evening. After you told him that you would be working with Deji to complete orders at his shop. Well, you came back earlier than both of you expected. Deji thought there was more work to do but underestimated how quickly four hands and two brains word.

You’re watching from outside the house. You feel like a creep but you were proven right about your suspicions. Through the kitchen window you can see him mixing something in a bowl.

This has to end, you think to yourself. You don’t want this to fester and become something ugly. You talk yourself up and walk over to the door. You unlock it with your keys and head inside.

As you cross the threshold you hear moving from the kitchen. Frantic moving. You really don’t hope that he’s trying to get rid the food he’s clearly making because you came home earlier than he expected.

You rush into the kitchen. Azriel’s shadows are everywhere, trying to hide the mess he’s created. Their master is looking right at you, something being hidden behind his back. No doubt the bowl he was just mixing.

“Azriel?” You shout.

“You’re back early.” He says.

You look around the kitchen. The spices are out. There are multiple pans in the sink. Flour is coating the kitchen counter.

“Do I get to eat any of what you’re making?” You ask.

“No!” He shouts.

You step back a bit at his volume. You watch as he takes in your reaction. It takes him less than a few seconds to put the bowl down and walk over to you. He holds on to your arms, you can feel the sticky substance of something on your skin now.

“I’m sorry. I’m just that I'm not that good of a cook. I wouldn’t want you to get sick or something.” He explains.

You nod your head, even though you’re not following a word he’s saying to you, “I can take over if you’d like.”

“You can’t—I mean, I already started and you just came back from work you should relax.” He continues.

You squint your eyes at him. He doesn’t want you to eat what he’s making, he won’t even allow you to make something for him—oh.

He has a mate.

Cooking for someone else, someone who is not his mate, might be murky waters. Every bond is different. But maybe that’s just how his is.

You don’t want to think about how defeated you feel by your own conclusion. You don’t want to, but you do. Your eyes soften a bit.

“I’m so sorry if I offended you. I won’t ask about it again.” You say.

Azriel cocks his head to the side, “What just happened here?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You put simply.

Then you’re stepping back. Azriel lets his hands fall away from you. You turn around and head down the hallway to your room. You open your door and put yourself on the other side of it with bated breath.

Were you just reading it all wrong? Maybe he just wanted to be your friend. He didn’t want anything romantic to do with you. How could he when he has a mate?

You take off your shoes and crawl into bed. Suddenly vacation is starting to feel doomed.

TWO DAYS LATER

Things have been awkward to say the least. You got work early in the morning and busy yourself. And if you get done early you make sure you have other places to be. The beach, the shops, anywhere that is not the vacation house. Anywhere where Azriel isn’t sure to be.

A part of you feel terrible for doing it, but another part of you is embarrassed. You practically made him move into the same house as you, you pulled him around the summer court to all types of places. You let your eyes drift from his face to his body whenever he was shirtless!And all the while he probably wanted to do all of that stuff with the person he loves.

“Mother, you are hard to track down.” His voice calls from behind you.

You turn around quickly, not expecting it or him. You’re standing in the water, new day means new beach.

He’s standing right behind you. Shirtless. Of course it’s a beach, and he’s in the water. You keep your eyes from drifting any further. You can’t look him in the eye for too long.

When you don’t move to say anything, Azriel takes a step closer. You take one back. This catches his attention fairly quickly.

“Did I do something?” He asks.

“No.” You answer.

He rolls his eyes, “Are we really back to this? Again?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. You can’t help but to look at his arms. Arms you shouldn’t be looking at. Arms that don’t belong to you. Arms that want to hold another person—a person who is not you.

“How long is your mission?” You ask him this time.

He shrugs his shoulders causally.

“There is no duration on my mission.” He answers.

“Don’t you want to go home? Don’t you miss it?” you try again.

Because maybe, just maybe, he can let you go. Right here, right now. He can end this illusion. You felt like the feelings you have towards him were reciprocated. But now, you know that even if they are they can’t be. He has someone waiting for him at home. You couldn’t stand in the way of that, willingly or unwillingly.

“Why are you asking me that? I told you how I feel back there,” He says.

“Yes you did, but do you really think your mate sees you as a monster?” You retort.

He looks at you confused. His hands fall to his sides. There it is. Now it’s out in the open. You don’t want to leave on bad terms, you don’t want to leave at all. But this is just some illusion. And you can’t break your heart trying to keep it alive.

“What are you talking about?” He questions.

You wrap your arms around yourself.

“I’m talking about why you wouldn’t let me cook for you. And why you wouldn’t let me have the food you cooked the other night.” You clarify for him.

He’s silent. And it shatters you more than anything. You can feel it deep inside of you. Your stomach feels like it’s tightening and unravelling all at once.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to do this.” He speaks.

“How to cheat on your mate?” You ask, your voice getting louder.

You were getting angry. He’s acting like he’s not doing something wrong here, with you. Like he doesn’t have someone back home who loves him. Who is probably worried about him.

“No. That’s not what’s happening here. I promise you.” He says.

“Then why are you here?!” You shout.

“Because of you!” He shouts back.

“You said you weren’t here for the blade—” You say.

“I’m not mated to the blade, I’m mated to you!”

You watch as he can’t seem to catch his breath. Mated to you? You and Azriel? You didn’t feel anything. You still don’t feel anything. You slowly wade in the water over to him. What is six steps actually feels like a lifetime.

His eyes meet yours. He looks just as nervous as when you left the night court. You realize it now for what it was. He was emotional because his mate was leaving him. You don’t know when he felt the bond snap, but you know it was before that morning.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spring it on you, but I could feel you through the bond. Your sadness and I couldn’t take it, it actually hurts to feel you so sad. And I—“ he rambles.

You don’t cut him off with words. In this frightening but equally exciting situation words wouldn’t do it justice. So you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him.

He lets out a choked breath. Once and then twice. Then you feel his hand hesitantly on the small of your back. You think about the time where you hugged him and he hugged you back without a second thought.

It must have been torture.

“When?” You ask him so quietly, he might not have even heard you.

“Seconds before you saved my life.” He answers you.

His arms wrap around you now, fully. It brings you impossibly closer to him. You feel his voice from his chest, vibrating against you.

“Is that why you kept asking me about it. You thought I felt it too?” You ask.

He can only hum his answer. His head in the crook of your neck.

“And that’s why you didn’t want me to cook.” You say.

“I know it’s not exactly the same thing but I didn’t want you to think I tricked you.” He explains.

You pull back from him a little bit. As you do you see the hesitation written all over his face. You reach up with your hand and caress the side of his face.

“It’s okay.” You whisper.

You duck your head back into his chest. And you can hear him let out a breath. The water feels warm and so does he. This might have been the feeling you were searching for after coming home from the mission.

And it’s all because of Azriel.

ONE YEAR LATER

“It has to be dark so we can hide!” A voice says.

You press your ear against the wooden door. Inside the room were no doubt your students.

Things have changed since you took that vacation to the summer court. You decided on a lot of things.

The first being, that you would not longer guard the day blade anymore. That was a actually the first change you made once you got back to the day court. You asked Thesan if there was another way to guard the blade but still retain your role.

Of course he figured something out. Which was easy really. Hiding it in plain sight. The sun blade was made of one of the hottest tendrils of the sun, why not return it to it’s creation place?

“If you don’t be quiet she’ll find us!” Another voice yells.

You hold in your snicker.

And then came the kids. They are part of an exchange program between day and summer. Something about court relations being at an all time high and other things. All you knew is one day you woke up and were greeted with three children resting at the edge of your bed like it were normal. It was interesting to get used to.

The three kids had been the ones you saw around the summer court. You’re closest to them out of everyone else. Those three followed you everywhere and told you practically everything.

“Can the both of you find another spot? You’re so loud!” a younger voice says.

You open the door and the room is thrown into darkness. Black shadows fill the room an in instant.

There was also that. Well, not a ‘that’, but a him. Azriel.

While he is still the ever scary shadow singer and mercenary of the night court, he does have time for normal things. Like taking a break from his duties at times. This is one of those times.

He showed up in the day court a few days ago. Something about unused vacation days and the house being too crowded and missing you. You liked the last detail a lot.

You look around the room, playing along, “I could have sworn this room wasn’t that dark. Where are the lights?”

You move over to the window facing wall and reach for the light switch. When you flick it up and down and nothing changes you fake a dramatic sigh.

“I guess I’ll have to find another way to light this very dark room.” You say.

You raise your hand and call on the light from outside. You know already that Azriel has caught on because the darkness that is encasing the room is fading away. Slowly you see a bunch of your students all hidden in plain sight. They knew the darkness would hide them, that Azriel would hide them. Once they see you and you see them completely, all of them jump out of their hiding places.

Azriel is standing near the farthest wall from you. When your eyes lock with his you feel it. The snap of the bond.

You thought it would be like fireworks or a storm. But it’s the opposite. It’s like all the noises around you quiet down to a hum. You can’t suppress the smile that forms and burns your cheeks.

Azriel is looking at you now with wide eyes. A smile quickly forms on his face too.

“You found us!” One girl shouts.

It breaks you out of the trance.

She runs up to you and throws her arms around you. You hug her back while still keeping an eye on the other students. They were all coming up to you slowly.

You smile, “That I did. I think that means we can have an early lunch.”

They all cheer. The little girl lets go of you and nods her head eagerly. Of course. The only other ting these children liked half as much as playing around was eating.

“Can you all walk nicely to the dinning room and sit in your seats?” You ask them.

They all agree and walk in two lines out of the room. You turn and watch the go out the door.

You don’t feel him sneak up on you until he wrap his arms around your waist. His head in the crook of your neck. He places a feather soft kiss there, which makes you lean back into him.

“Azriel, did you feel it too?” You ask him.

“I did,” he says, “but that doesn’t mean we have to rush into anything. We can take our time.”

You turn around in his hold to face him. He looks at you with that cheesy grin on his face. Slowly you reach your hands into his hair. He hums as your fingers scratch his scalp.

It’s a sight you’ve seen multiple times now. And it’s not like the two of you are abstaining from anything. Thesan has almost caught you more than once making out or in a very compromising position.

Azriel is a giver, that’s for sure.

But this feeling its—

Ravishing. That’s what Nesta and Feyre called it. You had started talking to them again. Mainly looking for advice because they were the only two mated fae you knew of.

Well, you guess that’s not totally true. Elaine is mated. But she and Lucien are, whatever they are. And you still didn’t really get along with her. It’s not like the two of you are feuding, but you’re just not checking for her.

Amren called this feeling a bunch of other words—ones that made you half nervous and half lustful. And you think she did that on purpose, just to get under your skin. Or get you to get under Azriel’s skin more like it.

And that’s what you want right now.

You lean in, his lips just mere inches away from yours. He leans in more to cut the distance but you pull back just a bit.

“Lock the door.” you whisper.

You hear the door lock on it’s own. No doubt one of his shadows. You don’t care really what locked the door. Only that it’s locked and now you have him all to yourself without a chance of interruption.

Cutting the distance is easy then. Azriel’s hand snakes to the back of your head and is bringing you closer than close. You found it fairly quickly that if the two of you are alone there are no pecks. It’s open season for Azriel.

His tongue explores your mouth.

His other free hand explores your body. A brush against your thigh as a particular sound coming from you. Azriel pulls away just for a few seconds.

“I like that sound.” He says with a wide smile.

He looks good like this. Hair all tasseled. You hadn’t even realized you did that. His lips look bitten and have a slight pink tint to them. You bring your hand over to his face, your thumb brushing against his lips.

You laugh to yourself, "I know you do. Wanna go to the house?"

Azriel nods along to your every word. It makes you laugh a bit more.

The house.

On his second trip to the day court, Azriel purchased a house. He had initially said it was so that he didn't suffocate you while he was here. Which you told him straight up that could never happen. But he insisted.

You're so glad he did.

All of a sudden the scenery around you changes. You're no longer in one of the many rooms in the day court palace. You're in the house you now share with Azriel. You haven't called it home yet but you know it's only a matter of time.

Azriel lifts you up by the backs of your thighs. He hauls you up in his arms. Your arms, stay around his neck. You're staring right at him, like he might disappear any second now.

He's maneuvering his way through the door and shutting it close with his foot. You can't help how happy you feel for guarding the blade. If you hadn't you wouldn't have Azriel.

#acotar x reader #acotar fic #acotar imagine #acotar fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel fic

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throneofsmut · 6 months

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Kinktober Day Twenty-Nine : Corruption

Cassian x Female Reader

You were only 17 years old when you first went ‘Under the Mountain’. As the only daughter of Beron Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court and his youngest child, he believed you were weak.

Eris, your eldest brother was more of a father than Beron ever was. Everyone knew the High Lord of Autumn was a cruel sadistic bastard, especially your mother, siblings and you.

But a week before, Amarantha tricked all seven courts, you lost it. Eris had spies and he knew something bad was coming. He was trying to get you to the Spring Court where you’d be safe with Lucien. They were the only ones out of all your brothers that were kind to you.

The night before you were set to leave, your father found out and was going to punish Eris. Beron had barely lifted the whip in the air, Eris with his back out tied to the whipping post, as you burnt his guards to ash. And the whip in his hand while having a shield of fire around your brother.

You met Beron’s wrathful gaze, untying Eris from the post. Growling, “If you touch my brother, I will rip you apart.” Letting your immense power that you kept hidden roil off you in waves, daring him to try you.

He didn’t.

He didn’t speak to you again after that, let alone look at you. So when Amarantha was going to punish you for defending your mother, he did nothing. Yet the High Lord of the Night Court did.

Rhysand saved you and made a bargain with you, Eris was pissed but was relieved that you were safe now. Or as safe as one could be Under the Mountain. At first you and Rhys were suspicious of one another but throughout the years the both of you had gotten close, like siblings. It was nice.

At times it felt like all you had was each other.

After the events Under the Mountain, you went with Rhys to the Night Court. He trusted you with his life and with the City of Starlight. Velaris. You missed the Autumn Court sometimes but Velaris was your real home.

The inner circle was suspicious of you at first but once they saw how Rhys was with you they embraced you as part of their family. Which was why you were sitting in a booth at Rita’s with them, playing two truths and a lie.

It was your turn.

Looking down at your drink, rubbing your finger around the rim of the glass, you hummed, “Beron isn’t my father, I want to move back to the autumn court and I’ve never done anything with anyone. Sexually.” The last word brought a flush to your cheeks but you could blame it on the alcohol in your system.

You pointed at the inner circle for their answers starting with Azriel, “Easy. You’ve never done anything with anyone, sexually.” He answered, repeating what you said.

Then Cassian, “What he said.” But there was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t place.

Next was Mor, “What Az said.”

Rhys agreed with them, “The last one.”

Finally Amren, bore her silver eyes into yours before saying, “The last one, girl.”

Looking all of them in the eye, before giving them a shit eating grin, “Wrong !” You howled in laughter.

All of them looked at you before simultaneously yelling, “Bullshit !” You shook your head, not being able to speak through the laughter.

Once you had stopped you looked at all of them, they all looked shocked, “Beron isn’t your father ?” Rhys whispered, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

“Nope,” you said popping the ‘p’ as you lifted your cup to your mouth before he pushed it back down.

“Who is ?” Azriel questioned.

You made them all promise not to tell anyone, once they agreed you felt the light stinging sensation - a bargain tattoo forming - on your right pinky finger. They all felt it too. All eyes were still on you as you uttered one name, “Helion.”

Az whispered yelled his shock, cassian only said three words - “What the fuck” - Rhys, Mor and Amren were just staring at you with wide eyes and jaws dropped. You couldn’t do anything else but laugh.

Later in the night after playing a couple more rounds of two truths and a lie, you all decided it was time to head back to the House of Wind where Azriel, Rhys, Mor, Cassian and you were staying. Amren was going back to stay at her apartment.

Last minute Mor decided to go to another place for drinks, trying to convince everyone to go with her but you were tired. “Y/n ! Please, please come !” She was practically begging you and you just giggled shaking your head. “Mor, i’m tired. I’ll go next time.”

“Are you sure ?” She stuck her bottom lip out faking a pout.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

She looked at you before relenting, “Fine, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Do you want me to fly you back ?” Rhys offered.

But before you could answer him Cassian’s voice cut you off, “I’ll take you, I-i’m tired too.” He stammered eyes on you.

Nodding your head, “Okay, Cass will take me,” - placing your hand on Rhys’s shoulder - “have fun.”

You and Cassian waved at them as they walked away before he lifted you in his arms and took off towards the House of Wind.

The flight was silent until he cleared his throat, getting your attention, “Yes, Cass ?”

His eyes were on yours but you didn’t miss the way his throat bobbed, “So you’ve really never done anything anyone ?” Moving the arm that was wrapped around his neck, so your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, lips curving up in a teasing smirk, “Why… You tryna fuck me or something ?”

The grip he had on your back and thighs tightened, fingers digging into the soft skin covered by your dress. “Don’t play with me right now,” his voice came out rougher than he wanted, the sound of it giving you goosebumps all over, "have you ?"

“No.” Your words were barely audible but he heard.

He opened his mouth but shut it - he had one shot not to ruin this - swallowing thickly. “Do you want… to ?”

Turning your head to glare at him, “Are you just saying this to get back at Eris ? Because I’m not some-“ He winced, cutting you off.

“No. No, gods no. I just want you to be comfortable for your first time.” He couldn’t just blurt out and tell you that as soon as he’d laid eyes on the most beautiful female he’d ever seen the mating bond snapped into place. But also he couldn’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. You looked at him trying to find any hint of a lie but found none. He was being sincere, vulnerable even.

“All I’m saying is if you want some help changing that… I could.” He met your gaze, trying to now show any signs of being nervous.

“Are you offering to help as a friend, Cass ?” Your voice coming out as a tease to ease the tension.

“I am.”

“Alright. I’m all yours tonight.”

His lust filled gaze roamed all over your face before settling on your lips, then back on your eyes. Lips parting slightly, pupils dilating as you took him in. He wore a cocky smirk on his lips, nostrils flaring as he scented your arousal. You were already blushing but now you were sure you were red as he scented the effect he had on you. Holding you tighter to his body, he beat his wings faster towards the house that was now coming into view. You couldn’t do anything else but roll your eyes and giggle at his antics.

As soon as you landed on one of the balconies, Cassian readjusted his hold on you, carrying you into the House of Wind bridal style. Throwing your head back in a laugh, “What are you doing, Cass ?” you asked in between laughs.

Looking down at you, giving you a sinful smirk, he answered, “Treating you the way you should be treated, Princess.”

“Oh gods, what did I get myself into ?” You mumbled against his chest.

You felt his reverberating chuckle, “You have no idea.” Without having to look up, you knew his eyes were on you.

Hearing a door open you lifted your head, assuming you’re in his room but you’re in yours. Brows furrowed as you looked at him, “Why my room ?”

His face is serious except for the sweet smile on his lips, “I want you to be comfortable.”

You simply nod your head at his words.

Before sitting on your bed, Cassian moved you as if you weighed nothing, to straddle his lap. Running his large calloused hands up and down your thighs, “Relax, princess. I’m not in any rush. We’ll go at your pace.” His words put you at ease along with his soothing touch.

You let out a soft sigh wiggling a bit, settling comfortably on his lap. Looking down at your hands that were between the two of you, avoiding his gaze. You don’t know how much time passed when suddenly he was talking, “What have you done ?”

Letting out a shuddering breath before you spoke, “Don’t laugh.” Rising on your knees to move but he only gripped your waist, stopping you. “Nothing.”

“Not even a kiss ?” He asked incredulously.

You huffed, hesitating whether you should tell him or not. “Yes and no.”

He tilted his head at you trying to look you in the eyes. “What does that mean ?”

Biting your bottom lip, finally meeting his gaze, “Under the Mountain, a male from Summer kissed me but I didn’t kiss him back because I didn’t want him. ”

He let out a growl, eyes darkening with the promise of violence.

Cassian felt your soft hands cupping his face, faintly hearing you call his name, but all he could imagine is some bastard trying to kiss what was his… his mate. “Cass, it's okay. It’s in the past.” Your voice made him refocus on what was in front of him.

You.

Then his throat bobbed, “Has anyone ever touched you ?”

“No.” You breathed, he silently thanked the mother.

“Have you ever touched yourself ?”

You nodded your head almost imperceptibly. “I need words, princess.”

You felt your cheeks heat, “Yes.” You whispered.

Cassian grunted at your confession, his hands moving over the curve of your ass, squeezing slightly, making you whimper. You felt him harden beneath you, instinctively grinding against him, “Fuck” he hissed lowly.

“Have you ever had an orgasm ?”

“No.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours.

Then he was moving his hands to cradle your face. His thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, his eyes on your plush lips, “Can I kiss you ?” He rasped out.

“Please.” You whispered breathlessly.

In an instant his lips were on yours, claiming them as his. Your lips were soft and plush moving in tandem with his. They parted in a moan and he took that as his chance to deepen the kiss. He groaned into your mouth as your clothed cunt brushed over his hard cock. Right then and there, he decided he was going to ruin you and love every second of it.

Pulling back, eyes half lidded with lust, you tugged at his shirt, “Take this off. I want to feel you.” Cassian did so immediately. Your eyes roved over his form hungrily, bottom lip between your teeth, looking at him for approval.

“How do you know how to kiss ?” He asked breathlessly.

“I read books.” You answered without hesitation. Nodding his head, you ran your hands over his tanned tattooed chest, down his torso, over the little scars that littered it before kissing him again.

Without breaking the kiss he stood up. Sliding your dress off your body, then your bra, and finally your panties, laying you down on the bed. Setting himself between your thighs. Pulling away his breath hitched as he took in your naked form. You moved your arm to cover up but he held them at your sides.

“Beautiful. You are so beautiful.” His voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it. Body shivering at his words.

Then he was looking at your soaked cunt, a feral smirk on his lips, “Touch yourself.” He commanded. Making your pupils dilate as you move your hands over your breasts, groping them, tugging at your peaked nipples. Trailing down your tummy and teasingly running two fingers between your wet folds before drawing light circles over your swollen clit.

Your eyes closed as you applied more pressure to your clit, lewd moans and whimpers escaping your lips. His eyes flickered between your face - taking in your expressions - and the way you touched yourself.

You opened your eyes, reaching for one of his large hands, putting two of his fingers in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around them. Pulling them out with a soft pop, he raised an eyebrow, “Books ?” Lowering his hand to your cunt, you nodded once, “Books.”

“Please, touch me, Cassian.” His name on your lips was a sound he’d never get tired of. But his restraint was thinning, he was trying to go at your pace yet it was taking everything in him not to take you the way he wanted. He ran his fingers between your folds before licking a single broad stroke, tongue flat, through them. Making you suck in a harsh breath as your back arched. Then sucking gently at your clit, you let out a shaking breath as he began to flick it. Feeling fire pooling in your tummy and then it began to spread throughout your whole body.

Your body going taut as it begged for release - that’s what this was - it felt like it was too much and yet not enough at the same time. You felt like you were on fire then you felt the coil inside of you beginning to snap.

“F-f-fuck Cass.” You stuttered. Legs starting to shake as his tongue sucked you clit again, harshly. “Please don’t - don’t stop !” You cried out, one hand fisted in his hair the other fisting the sheets. He hummed in response and at the same time you felt a long thick finger enter you. Hips bucking as Cassian curled his finger inside you.

Your walls clenching around his finger as you came undone. Cassian’s name a chant on your lips as you shatter under his touch. His finger and mouth, not stopping their assault on your sensitive cunt until you were a shaking, panting, mess.

Eyes meeting his, as you were trying to catch your breath, he couldn’t stop himself - sucking the taste of you off his fingers - he would never get enough of you.

At the sight of him, a golden thread lit up in your chest - in your soul - the mating bond sang out for the male before you. He looked at you, a playful smirk on his lips, “Can you go another round or are you too tired, princess ?”

“I want you to show me everything, mate.”

Something flickered in his eyes at your words, “I’m going to ruin you. You’re mine.”

The possessiveness in his words, making you shiver, goosebumps covering your body as you gave him a wicked smirk, “Please.”

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You're Lucien´s bride

You can't stop beaming as your best friend fastens your dress, the soft pliant fabric highlighting your shape as it flows to the floor, shifting like water with your every step.

"Stay still!" She chastises you, and you comply, taking to fidgeting with the ring on your finger while she fixes the veil on your head.

By all rights you should have a dozen maidens fretting about now, waiting on you hand and feet, you're marrying the heir to the Court, after all.

But you live your whole lives in public, two beloved emissaries, the life of every party, Prythian´s darlings.

So this will be only yours.

Two witnesses, a borrowed dress, a feast of cheese, bread and fruit afterwards, out on a tablecloth under the ancient oak you had chosen for the ceremony, in a Court made for love. Helion will surely forgive the two of you this whim, and Lucien´s mum will find it immensely romantic.

You walk out of the room, your best friend going before you to join the other witness. If you were paying attention, you'd have seen the High Lord of this Court moving things around on the altar, or the High Lord of Autumn incinerating a falling leaf before it could land on his brother´s hair.

But you don't see any of that, you only see him.

Lucien is beaming at you, the golden skin glowing from within, and he takes a deeper breath as you approach. The sun filtering through the leaves dances on his hair like tiny flames, catching the glimmer of tears his eye and the gold of the buttons on his jacket and vest.

Even now your groom is a politician, clad in Autumn Court burgundy and the pure white of Day. There's even a field flower tucked behind is ear for Spring. Lucien looks so beautiful it hurts, and you wonder if you'll ever get used to the way his eyes come alight when he smiles, or the purring accent of his voice when he whispers your name, his lips on your skin, teasing. Or the emissary´s silver tongue.

"Can you at least wait until we're done here?" Your friend blows some air through her nose, and her bawdy remark gets a smile from the High Lord of Spring.

Lucien chuckles, a blush rushing to his face.

The Mother had no business making him that beautiful. Will you ever stop smiling?

"That might be too much to ask of them, hurry up, Tamlin." The High Lord of Autumn slaps his brother lightly on the arm "Focus, Lucien."

Because, of course, your precious memories had prompted a similar reaction in your groom, and his cinnamon and apples scent grows headier with it.

Tamlin clears his throat, dropping the glamour to allow Spring Court to shine through his skin.

"Welcome all. Who comes before Spring to be married today?"

Lucien swallows, his smile growing wider.

"I, Lucien, son of Helion, come before Spring today to be married."

Tamlin turns his eyes to you, smiling.

"Who will take Lucien, son of Helion, in marriage?"

Your voice comes out a bit too loud from how excited you are. When he asked for your hand, Lucien had only stipulated that he didn't want to be married by a priestess, so it was a matter of picking one High Lord out of the many he was connected to.

Eris would have drawn out an hour-long ceremony, Tamlin was more of a practical male.

The High Lord of Autumn smiles as he recites.

"If there is any who would challenge their union, let him meet my sword."

You all hold your silence for a moment, allowing the chirps of the birds to fill the air, while your best friend clasps your hand together with Lucien´s, his skin warm as if he had been in the sun a whole day.

"They are joined." She recites, stepping back "I witness to it."

"And in being joined they are now husband and wife, one flesh, one fate." Lucien´s glow outshines the glow of Spring from Tamlin´s hand when he places it over your clasped ones "May your love blossom and thrive."

You can't help laughing as your husband pulls you in for a deep kiss, the honeyed taste of him filling your mouth, numbing every other sense.

Somewhere around, you hear the felicitations, and your friend making a comment that has Tamlin laughing, and Eris says something of no importance. When you let go of Lucien, the tablecloth is already spread, your wedding feast displayed in the center of it.

"I'll love you as long as the Sun shines." Lucien whispers in your ear before helping you down on the fabric "I can't wait to tear this off of you."

"It's borrowed." You whisper back, as he offers you a fat strawberry.

"For shame, Lucien, we're trying to eat!" Eris poked your husband in the ribs.

Your husband. You bite down on the strawberry, offering Lucien a slice of brie.

You're Lucien´s wife.

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azriel x eris | 2,7k words | warnings: none | masterlist

The crisp night air brushes Azriel’s wings and cools his burning hot skin. A welcome feeling due to the heat blossoming in his chest, and simmering within his veins.

Flying with a male of Eris’ size is not easy, but with the Autumn Court prince fitting so perfectly against him, it actually isn’t too difficult.

It almost feels like their bodies were made for each other and so Azriel manages to gracefully descend and land atop one of the balconies of the Moonstone Palace. He had shadow-winnowed them most of the way, but the last part they had to fly.

He helps Eris climb back to his feet, neither of them saying a word while doing so. They also didn’t talk while flying. Azriel only asked if he was too fast and teased Eris that if he felt sick he should tell him; Eris had only shown him a vulgar gesture and told him he liked it fast.

That alone was enough to heat Azriel’s blood and in combination with Eris’ scent and the close proximity and warmth of the heir’s body, it nearly made Azriel navigate them into one of the towering buildings of Velaris.

But Eris didn’t even notice the reaction he caused in Azriel, being too occupied with admiring and gaping at the brightly lit city below them.

Before this moment, the spymaster has never seen the Autumn Court prince like this — his lips parted, eyes aglow, and silent admiration etched upon his features. Eris always looks beautiful, but Azriel has to admit that in that moment, he looked absolutely breathtaking.

Silently, Eris follows Azriel through the corridors of the Moonstone Palace until they reach a door at the very back of the second floor, the walls made of white marble here, reflecting the moonlight. Some sconces grave the walls here and there.

“Your room,” Azriel’s voice is a little hoarse from not talking for a while. He extends his hand, and shows Eris into his room who follows without a word. His stroll his no longer so proud, but rather casual, long steps carrying him over the polished floor.

“Thank you,” Eris says once he is inside and after has taken a good look around the room. Rhysand is rich and so is the Night Court and they show it. In every little detail of the room it becomes visible how fortunate this court is.

Eris wants the same for the Autumn Court. He wants his court to thrive under his rule, for the money to be equally distributed amongst his people, no one having to suffer anymore or fear for their existence or their life.

Azriel rips him out of his thoughts about the future, the shadowsinger’s deep voice hollowing through the room and sending a chill down Eris’ arms.

“I want to apologise for what I said concerning Beron.” Azriel leans against the doorframe, his demeanour rather casual, but there is a whirlwind of emotions brewing within the hazel of his eyes. “It was wrong to push you, I know this and I’m sorry for it.”

Azriel hates nothing more than to admit that he has made a mistake, he is too proud to do so most times, but this time he can’t avoid it. He has to tell Eris that he is sorry and that what he said was wrong. It was a grand mistake and now he has to stand in for it.

“You weren’t wrong though,” Eris answers with a hint of gloom in his voice. He shrugs and then opens the cuffs on his cobalt jacket and places them on the dresser, then turns back to Azriel.

“I need to do something soon. Beron is going insane. I will tell you and the High Lord and Lady more about that tomorrow. I’m tired tonight, but what I can already share is that he is scared Summer will siege us. And he is–”

Eris cuts himself off and shakes his head.

“And he what?” Azriel takes a step into the room, the door falling close behind him with a soft thud. His shadows swirl around him, restless, as if they are in a hurry.

“I think he is after Lucien.”

“Because he’s Helion’s son?”

So, the Night Court already knows this. Eris doesn’t let his surprise show, veils his face in cool nonchalance and dips his chin. “We’ll discuss that tomorrow.”

The shadowsinger bows his head. His hand moves to the door handle and he opens the door, and starts to move. But Eris stops him when he says, “Good night, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel halts on the threshold, broad, scarred hand braced on the doorframe. His shoulders rise with a deep inhale.

Deafening silence falls over them, until—

“Dance with me.”

Azriel looks over his shoulder into Eris’ baffled face. Eris’ doesn’t move, nor answer. His feet are rooted to the ground, and for a moment Azriel thinks that the prince has stopped breathing.

“Dance with me,” the shadowsinger repeats and turns around completely. He lets the door fall shut behind him, leaning against it.

Eris still says nothing. Waits for Azriel to continue, caught in a stupor about this odd request. Azriel can’t possibly mean that.

"Dance with me like you danced with Elain." A small, almost sheepish smile blooms on Azriel‘s face. Eris is mesmerised by it, has never seen such beauty before. And there is also hope within the endless hazle, a little flicker of anticipation, glowing in Azriel’s eyes.

Questions burn on his tongue, accusations that go into the direction of Azriel being insane and completely round the bend, but none of them leave Eris’ mouth. His throat works on a swallow and eventually, and instead of any rude remark, he says, his voice low and a hint unsure, "I’ve never danced with a male before."

"There‘s always a first for everything." Azriel takes a tentative step forward. "Dance with me."

But Eris remains where he is, flexing his fingers at his side. "Why would I want to dance with you?" He swallows thickly. "Why would you want to dance with me?"

The smile on Azriel’s face does not fade. But it changes – turns from shy to bemused. "Because–”

Azriel‘s throat bobs and he gives his head a little shake. “I don’t know. I just want to dance with you – I want you to show me how to dance.”

Eris moves in closer, so close the tips of their shoes are touching. “You know how to dance. I saw you dance with Lady Nesta last year. So…” He pauses, waits for Azriel to lift his gaze to meet his own. “Why do you want to dance with me?”

“I have no reason for it, other than that I want to try it. That I want to dance with you.” Azriel’s eyes lock with Eris’. The usual void is gone, replaced by a flame that also ignites a spark in Eris’ empty chest.

The Autumn Court reaches out and takes Azriel’s hand into his.

It feels like lightning zips between their bodies, the little spark between their hands making them both pull back. Or wanting to. Eris holds onto Azriel’s hand, the heat against his palm an oddly welcome feeling. He had expected Azriel’s hands to be cold, ice cold, but they are warm. Callused, marred with many scars, but warm. And big.

“What happened to your hands?” Eris asks, knowing he shouldn't be asking questions like this and getting involved in things that aren't his business.

"Nothing important," Azriel whispers, slowly lifting his other hand and placing it carefully on Eris' broad shoulder.

But it does, the Autumn Court heir thinks, it does matter to him. Nevertheless, he won’t push Azriel to tell him. Obviously not. If Azriel is not ready to share, he has no right to force him to do so.

A little awkwardly, Eris’ hand moves to Azriel’s waist, resting atop the leathers, the Illyrian’s hard muscles still noticeable through the fabric.

Eris moves Azriel a little closer to him, positioning in the way he wants him. A sigh slips through the spymaster’s lips, his body rigid, tense.

Eris lets his eyes run over Azriel’s face. “We have no music.”

“Fuck,” Azriel curses below his breath. “I haven’t thought of that.”

Eris chuckles amusedly, the sound like a soft caress of Azriel’s skin. “They call you shadowsinger, I suppose you know how to sing,” the prince muses, the corner of his mouth moving up.

“I am a shadowsinger,” Azriel corrects him.

Eris smirks. “Well, since you are a shadowsinger, I’m sure you can sing.”

“You want me to sing for you?” Azriel’s chest feels a little tight, sweat building up on the back of his neck. He has never sung for anyone, except for Gwyn. Once after training, they sang together. But for someone else – for Eris – never. He is unsure and all of a sudden so incredibly nervous.

“For us,” Eris corrects him. “We need some music to dance to.”

Azriel decides to hum, because he also needs to focus on dancing and doing both singing and dancing at the same time with Eris being so close and his heart already nearly bursting through his ribcage due to being so nervous it would be too much.

Colour blooms high on the shadowsinger’s cheeks, the closeness to Eris so strangely comfortable he never wants to step away again. But it also makes him feel a little tense.

Never has he been so close to a male. Never has he been so close to Eris and not been entangled in a fight before. This is a strange and new position they find themselves in, but to his own astonishment, nothing about it feels strange. It feels oddly familiar and good.

And Eris must think the same. Otherwise he would move away, or would have said no to begin with. But Eris keeps close, his hands on Azriel’s body, warming his skin even through his Illyrian leathers. Azriel’s thoughts stray, imagining Eris’ hot hand against his bare skin. Wrapped around his–

“What are you thinking about?” Eris asks, the sound of his voice almost guttural. He scents Azriel’s arousal and it drives him insane.

Azriel’s blush intensifies, his breath catches and calling upon every small part of his rationality, he says, his voice way too breathy, “Dancing with you.”

A fire, one that Azriel has never seen before, flashes in Eris’ auburn eyes and with one strong pull, Eris moves Azriel’s body so close their chests are touching, their lips mere inches from the other, breathing the same air.

The air is charged with an unspoken tension, a mix of shyness, curiosity and nervousness. Neither of them has ever danced with another male before, and the fact that no one out of Azriel’s or Eris’ family knows about the moment they now share, or the ones they shared in past, hangs in the air like a delicate secret.

Eris leads them. Azriel allows him to do so, revelling in the moment of handing over the control to Eris.

At the beginning their movements are hesitant, first having to find a rhythm. Each step is careful, Eris’ thigh sliding between Azriel’s legs. Subtle yearning simmers beneath their skin that feels almost electrical, the pull within their chests drawing them closer and closer.

A contented chuckle parts Eris lips, and Azriel smiles. A secret, hidden smile, that Eris can’t see because he isn’t looking at Azriel’s face.

As the dance continues, their bodies start to move in harmony, creating a secret, intimate space where the outside world and all the people within it fade into insignificance. Azriel allows himself to enjoy this moment to the fullest, pushing away the feeling of betrayal and regret. This dance is yet another thing he can’t tell his best friends —his brothers— about.

In the quiet room, a few fae lights cast shadows upon the walls that resemble the ones swirling around Azriel, and now also around the Autumn Court prince.

“They like me?” Eris asks in a hushed voice, eyes following one of the shadows gliding up his arm.

“I guess they do,” Azriel answers him honestly, warmth once again seeping into his cheeks. He is surprised himself how they react to Eris; he wouldn’t have expected that.

Azriel continues to hum, creating a lovely symphony that accompanies their waltz. The occasional shy smiles exchanged between the two males speak volumes, creating an erratic feeling within their souls and making their hearts beat faster.

Their movements become more languid, the dance at some point slowing, coming to end too quickly.

However neither of them is yet ready to step away. It is almost like a veil lies upon them, keeping them safe within, shielding them from the uncertainty and the threats from the outside world.

Azriel moves in closer again, his hand slipping out of Eris’, but instead of pulling it back he slides it up Eris' chest and places it on his hard pectoral. Their fronts touch and he leans in, once again drawing in the prince’s scent.

Fucking perfect, Azriel thinks. So perfect, he wants to drag his nose and tongue across Eris’ skin, and lick and taste every part of his body.

His mind is going insane, he knows this. This sheer need and desire are fucking strong and render him mindless. Dumb. Delirious.

Eris’ skin grows taut beneath his finery, Azriel’s touch doing things to him he has not experienced before.

Their breaths mingle in front of their faces and as much as he wants to move away, he can’t. Something hinders him from doing so.

He wants Azriel, so much his cock almost painfully strains within his breeches. If he could, he would push Azriel back toward the bed, strip him bare and–

And nothing. He hates him. He should hate Azriel so much. He can’t allow himself to think about fucking him until he forgets his own name. Until they both forget who they are and what kind of responsibilities they have.

“Why did you kiss me?” Eris asks once again, and his whole body stiffens when he feels Azriel’s lips brush against his neck. They are slightly damp, warm and extremely soft and feel exactly the same way as when they touched his own lips.

Eris fights the urge to groan but also doesn’t shove the shadowsinger away. He allows him the closeness. He allows him to touch his body.

“Because I wanted to,” Azriel breathes and knows how silly that answer has been. But he has no better answer for Eris. Especially not right now. Not with Eris being so close, not with his scent being the only thing Azriel can focus on.

Azriel steps away, chest rising and falling with deep inhales. He has never taken in Eris‘ appearance as he does now.

The Autumn Court male is tall, incredibly tall, as tall as he himself. Eris is wearing finely tailored clothes, the cobalt fabric of his jacket straining slightly over his broad and sculpted shoulders. It hints at the impressive muscles beneath, particularly in his upper arms.

Azriel allows himself to drink in the sight of Eris, half his face once again bathed in the muted glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtain-framed window.

A smug look spreads over Eris face and he closes the distance between them, faces almost touching.

“Why did you kiss me, Azriel?” Eris' breath tingles Azriel’s face, his mouth parting slightly, tongue poking out to bring some wetness to his dry lips.

“I don’t know,” Azriel answers, the eye-contact he tries to maintain threatening to waver.

He can’t tell him about the pull on his chest, that everything in his body screams at him to kiss Eris, to taste him, to feel him, to just be near him. He can’t tell him how much he wants him. How much he desires him.

Eris' head drops, falling into the crook of Azriel’s neck. The shadowsinger allows it.

Slowly, tauntingly Eris‘ lips drag across Azriel’s in gooseflesh covered skin, fangs adding the necessary bite. Eris' hand slides around Azriel’s waist to the small of his back, resting there.

His palm radiates nothing but heat and fire, but not the kind of fire the shadowsinger fears. No, this one is full of passion. Azriel’s breaths become ragged, his back bowing slightly, bending to Eris’ will. His lids close and before he can stop himself he moans.

The noise elicits a delighted, arrogant growl for the Autumn Court heir. “I want to hear more of that. All the sensual noises you can give me.” Eris lets his tongue glide over Azriel’s salty skin. “But only when you have a real answer to my question. Only when you know what you really want.”

A cold falls over Azriel, bitter and harsh. He shudders when Eris steps, moving behind the stray of moonlight into the shadows amd out if his reach.

“Good night, shadowsinger.”

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icey--stars · 6 months

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ACOTAR and TOG males in Corsets/Vests (Headcanons)

The High Lords of Prythian + 2 more ACOTAR males and then Rowan and Fenrys from TOG.

I think my self control just went down the hill because now I'm on pinterest looking at men in corsets and imagining which acotar/tog male would wear which. As well as vests (I have an addiction). So far I've come to the following conclusions: (doesn't include cass and az because I literally only see them wearing leathers/more formal leathers, not really a corset/vest. MAYBE az, but only for eris.)

If you want to see my lack of self control, feel free to look lol

Rhysand:

Would be so good looking in a corset. (However, Lucien, Thesan and Tarquin would be slightly better). However, I have to say that he'd probably be better looking in a vest than a corset 🫣 The purple one would match his eyes and well... his eyes happen to be one of my favorite physical characteristics of him.

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Helion:

THIS male. Oh lordy. He'd ROCK a corset like none other and honestly, he's never going to wear a vest. I don't see him doing it. He'd wear the traditional Day Court robes but then he'd one day just walk out in the gold chains (far right) and everyone would not be able to take their eyes off him. And the gold?? The gold fits too well with his dark skin. I am UNWELL.

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Lucien Vanserra:

I am panting after this male so badly. He would be the best looking in a corset, absolutely no competition. He would have everyone drooling over him and THEN he'd just pop out in a vest and it'd be the same. He looks way too good in either. He looks good in like every court's style too! I just can't with him. I could put him in any of the corsets on this post and he'd look FABULOUS.

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Thesan:

Would absolutely have his lover panting after him in either a corset or vest. I like to imagine Dawn Court fashion with like soft yellows and oranges along with creams and browns?? I think that the first corset fits the best into that. But do I really need to say more? With his skin tone (a more asian one, darker. definitely not white at all) he would look HEAVENLY.

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Kallias:

Would look best in a vest, BUT if anyone is going to look ANY good in a dark blue/white corset, it's definitely Kallias. Now, the middle one wouldn't be paired with black of course, but he'd look DAMN GOOD in it. Am I going insane? Probably.

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Tarquin:

This male would canonically wear corsets daily. The vest just doesn't do it for him. Sure, he looks amazing but it's also too warm in Summer to wear it! He'd be wearing the corset with nothing under it (or for court proceedings, a white dress shirt) but literally- he'd look so hot. Thus far, the rankings for corsets are: Lucien, Tarquin, Thesan, Helion and then Rhys. Everyone else is irrelevant.

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Eris Vanserra:

We are going to skip Beron, I'm sorry. If you can't tell by the number of times I've ruthlessly had Beron killed in my fics, then you should know I hate him.

So, Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court is definitely someone who I'd rather see in a vest. But a corset? If he finds the right one, he'd look damn good. Just like his little brother. Though, I feel like he'd be so tired after ruling Autumn that he'd wear it mostly to help his posture lol

However, when he's not tired and wears a vest, he'd look like a god incarnate and I'd get down on my knees to worship the ground he walks on.

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Tamlin:

We believe in Tamlin in vests around these parts. (and forgiveness, but that's not what these weird headcanons are about) He'd be drool worthy. His hair?? PERFECT to match the first vest or the corset. I swear, he'd look so good that I'd be panting if he walked by me.

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Rowan Whitethorn:

Rowan? Rowan would wear a corset and have Aelin panting after him the entire day and absolutely nobody would be able to focus that day. Like literally, if you even get a glance, your mind is BROKEN. I would personally just get down on my knees and beg. I don't know about you guys, but if I imagine his tattoo as well, it only serves to make it worse. And a vest?? If you imagine the right with the green and then a more silver color... yeah, I think you get the point. Rowan is drool worthy ALWAYS.

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Fenrys Moonbeam

Do I really even need to say anything?? DO I? Fenrys. Corset. I am melting. He could fit into so many colors and styles and look amazing? I'm not even going to provide a vest picture because any fancy ones that I look up would automatically look good on him. His onyx dark eyes just make it easier!!

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Okay... well that was longer than anticipated but I hope you all enjoyed those thoughts. I think I've gone feral by looking at all these images and imagining the acotar/tog men in corsets.

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areyoudreaminof · 4 months

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ACOTAR GIFT EXCHANGE

Beyond: a Helion x LoA fic for @spell-cleavers

For the @acotargiftexchange I was thrilled to write this fic for @spell-cleavers who just so happens to be one of my very favorite people. Getting to know her over the course of this year has been such a joy, so I wanted to writer her something special. And by special, I mean I wrote my first ever smut scene. Can you believe?? Special thanks to @iambutmortal and @rosanna-writer for the beta help, and @separatist-apologist for allowing me to have a fun little cameo.

The Lady of Autumn has agreed to come live at the Autumn Court, though seems hesitant. Can Helion convince her that she belongs at his side?

And here's a little playlist!

She shines me up like gold on my arm I wanna take it slow but it's so hard I love to see her face in daylight It's more than just our bodies at night

Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?

Beyond-Leon Bridges

MORNING:

Helion Spell-Cleaver was feeling a bit unhinged. It wasn’t a surprise, since he had been looking forward to this for centuries. But still, he was teetering on the edge of his sanity.

It couldn’t have been a more perfect day, though. The sun rose over the Day Court, cloudless skies stretching from the far valleys and hills in the east to the rocky coast and the city of Naxopolis. Groves of orange and fig trees surrounded the sandstone palace, brushing up against its white pillars and walls. The smells of citrus and trees were deepened by the warmth from the sun and a cool breeze from the turquoise sea. From the balcony, Helion watched the early morning sunlight reflect off the waves like small golden flecks. The room was peacefully quiet and open. Helion was certain when he had chosen the large and spacious suite, she would love it.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

She had never seen the sea, she had told him once, many, many years ago, when they had only met under cover of darkness in the far corners of the Autumn lands. He chose the large wing of rooms as soon as she had agreed to move to the Day Court. Helion wanted a fresh start for them both.

They had each other again. They had their son, Lucien, who had agreed to stay too. Though, Helion would admit only to himself that he wasn’t letting his son and his mate out of his sight again. Never again would Thérèse be stuck in Autumn, never again would she be under anyone’s control. The members of his court were thrilled when he had found Lucien, and they were equally as thrilled when Helion announced his mate would finally come home.

But as he heard the soft cries of morning gulls, and the city coming to life below him, Helion’s doubts slithered back into his mind.

Will she even like it here? Will she ask Eris to take her back? She left once.

Yes, but that was to save us, and to save our son. Helion reminded himself as he took steadying breaths to calm his speeding heart. And I am not that monster. I will never force her. I am at her service.

A soft knock at the door brought him back to the morning. Costis, his butler, entered with a soft robe of linen in his arms. The satyr’s hooves clicked sharply on the tile, as he draped the ivory fabric chiton across a chair.

“Good Morning, my Lord. We’ve received word from Velaris, and the Lady Thérèse will be arriving with your son and his mate promptly at eleven o’clock.” Costis announced, crossing the room to bow. “Her personal items will be sent here.

Helion nodded once, quickly attempting to clear his mind. “Is everything else in order?”

“Yes, your Grace. The food is being prepared as well as the smaller dining balcony in the northwest wing. Nothing much is happening in the city, and The Magus has predicted fine weather for today. Perfect to show Lady Thérèse her new home,” the satyr said as he removed the sleeping robe from Helion’s shoulders. “I can send up for breakfast, unless you prefer to wait.”

“I’ll wait, thank you,” Helion said. He hardly had an appetite anyway.

Costis began to dress Helion, expertly wrapping the toga around him. The soft mix of linen and cotton promised a warmer day, the fabric hitting just above his knees. Enough to tempt, but not enough to scandalize. As Costis fetched his sandals, Helion removed the silk wrap from his head, satisfied that his hair still looked perfect. He had removed the ornaments from his locs for the occasion, instead opting for a small golden thread woven throughout his hair, tying it back with a leather strap. Helion placed a golden sun band on each bicep, cuffs on his wrists, and the small bronze ring Thérèse had given him five centuries ago. Striding to the mirror, Helion took in his reflection. He wore no crown, his toga was simple, and he was unadorned. He looked like the same male that went to the Equinox ball all those centuries ago.

The sharp clang of steel and bronze bells from the Magus’s tower rang, indicating it was half past ten. Helion straightened and took a deep breath. He had been planning this day for weeks, no, centuries. He was ready. “Costis, remind me of the possible itinerary I had drawn up.”

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#acotargiftexchange #helion x loa #jenn i love you #eris is a redheaded step-child #my first smut ever??

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thinking about the next acotar books (hopefully we’ll get an announcement this year and a publication next year!), but also about the (most obvious) threads that still need to be resolved. i’m going to break it down as best I can without owning copies of the books (spoilers for all ACOTAR books, minor spoilers for HOFAS):

- The Illyrians (this spans multiple points)

1 - attempts at training the Illyrian women and ending wing clipping. Given that Emerie became a Carynthian even with clipped wings, and is a full fledged valkyrie now I think we will see more of this plot point, hopefully with Emerie having more success in getting Illyrian women to train!

2 - Growing Illyrian dissent. This is connected to the first point, but also with the significant losses they suffered during ACOWAR, along with Rhys’s arguably ineffective governing strategies. Theoretically Cassian will be dealing mostly with this, but the Valkyries may end up in the middle as well (Gwyn being the first non-Illyrian carynthian)

3 - Mount Ramiel. it’s been hinted at something being under the mountain, possibly another dread trove? or something worse? whatever it is, it will likely also involve our resident Illyrians and Valkyries. Nesta is connected to the Trove/Cauldron/The Mother, while Gwyn, Emerie, Cassian, and Azriel are all technically connected to Ramiel as Carynthians. With (HOFAS spoilers) Gwydion returned to Prythian as well, and having been given to Nesta, along with her major supporting role in HOFAS sets us up for more of her adventures (regardless of whether she’s a POV or not - I think she’s going to be very present in future books)

the other major points seemingly takes us out of the night court:

- Koschei (what is he? death god? and what does he want?)

1 - Queen Vassa’s curse. Considering she was one of the last people to spend extensive time with Papa Archeron (who somehow bargained to free her from Koschei), it seems likely that SJM will resolve her storyline somehow. Her connection to Lucien through that trip (and continued partnership after), and her alliance with Jurian seems to be priming Vassa to assume power over the human kingdom(s) while also pursuing cooperation with the different fae realms. She will need to be freed from her curse, if Lucien has cursebreaking powers from Helion (his biological father?)

2 - Koschei’s interest in the trove - we saw this through his manipulations of Briallyn but I doubt it will stop there. He may seek to manipulate other forces to further his agenda. The other mortal queens? Other fae leaders (cough Tamlin cough Beron cough)? What about our cauldron-bonded seer Elain?

- Autumn Court Drama

1 - Eris wants to overthrow his daddy. This has been building for a while, a coup (whether just an attempt or a success) is probably in the future.

2 - Lucien’s true parentage. With Feyre figuring out that the Lady of Autumn had an affair with Helion (HL of Day), resulting in Lucien, it seems like it is only a matter of time before all of this information comes out in the wash

3 - The Eris and Mor mess. there’s a lot of speculation here, and obviously horribly traumatic history. I can’t help but wonder if Eris will have something to say about what happened to/with Mor in the future. Or maybe we’ll get more information from Mor herself (Mor novella? one can only hope!!)

- Other threads:

-just how much power did Nesta relinquish in the end of ACOSF. in HOFAS we see her using her silver flames and fighting with the mask - what did she actually give up / how much did she actually give up?

- the “High King” plot-line. Why does Amren want Rhys to claim the title?

- baby Nyx was saved by The Mother? (acting through Nesta)…are there any ramifications for that or are we just going to leave it be lol

- Azriel’s mom. We know that she’s still alive (HOFAS) / at least it’s heavily implied. It’s been mentioned she lives somewhere called “Rosehall.” Cassian thinks the library would be a good/healing place for her. if/when we get Azriel’s POV we’ll likely get more information about her, hopefully get to meet her character

-Merrill’s research. this was technically resolved with the HOFAS crossover proving it true but would love to hear characters thoughts on this! does Nesta tell Gwyn about their strange visitor, and then Gwyn tells Merrill, or would Rhys go to Merrill directly? Could Rhys have Merrill start looking for a way to protect Prythian from future unwanted visitors (world-walkers)

- HOFAS Spoilers. When Bryce more or less revives/heals Avallen she wonders if this could have had an effect across worlds (the island of Avallen seems to be connected to the Prison island due to the barriers between worlds being thinner in certain places?). Did the prison island “wake up” as well/was it revitalized? Are there pegasi there too (i hope so! this could totally be a mini Valkyrie plot!!! i want it so bad!)

- objectively elain has been very absent from the narrative, and there seem to be hints that she may be up to more than just gardening. i personally want to really see what she is like (from her own POV!), see her friendship with Nuala and Cerridwen, and also her thoughts on everything that has happened!

- the spring court mess with Tamlin. this could also involve Lucien, but if the court is being mismanaged and the magic is unrestrained/ unstable (because Tamlin is) what does this mean for neighboring courts? the human lands? the overall health of prythian?

- the burning elephant in the room: elain and lucien’s mating bond. this isn’t a shipping post but this point will need to be resolved sooner or later

that’s a lot! i’d love to hear others thoughts, like did I miss anything important? any more nuanced elements i may have glossed over? this isn’t a shipping post at all, i’m just trying to organize plot threads! also please share/link/send me theories in regards to any of these points!!!!

#acotar #acotar theory #acotar 5 #maasverse #sjm #idek what to tag all of this

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bloodycassian · 2 years

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Reader x Azriel - silver moon. Pining.

The meeting area was bright, full and brimming with the power of seven high lords just a moment ago. Now, it was shrouded in black, as flame rippled across Tamlin’s oak table. Snarls shot through the air, defensive positions taken up while Azriel backed closer to you, an arm extended. A scarred hand at his thigh where he kept a dagger close.

“You’re all fools if you believe a front would work. And cowards, each one of you.” Beron spat, his hands aflame where he stood. The servants shuffled quietly to put out the fire he’d sparked along a hedgerow. A once beautiful hedgerow that bordered the garden estate Tamlin had maintained for centuries. The smell of fruitful flowers and sweet fruit ceased. There was now only the scent of singed grass and sweat, power, adrenaline seeping from each member of this meeting.

Tamlin’s eyes went from Lucien, who still sat at his fathers side, then to the singed foliage. His knuckles bore the claws of the beast within. A threat, a direct response to the male that assaulted his land. Beron’s composure slipped, just for a moment. He glanced to your side of the table, to the night court ruler and his two commanders.

One of which, was practically waving a flag of weakness by protecting you. You mentally shouted at Azriel to move, to get the hell back to his spot beside Rhys so you could work. But he stayed, even under the squinted, judging eyes of Beron.

Tamlin sucked in a sharp breath, and the tension spiked. Waiting for the first blow to come. For the first act of direct violence against two courts to cause a scene. To cause a war. Your shoulders ached with the nerves, waiting. Watching the eyes, the body language of every high lord and their advisors.

Helion clapped his hands together, making the group’s tension sputter to a halt. He began laughing, waving a hand casually at his seat aside Tarquin. “You are all so interesting to watch.” He leaned forward, and took a sip of his wine. “Beron, what is your suggestion for avoiding this conflict, then?” He asked.

Shoulders eased, and Rhys was the first to sit back down. His dark power whisked away on a spring breeze, no longer boding over the crowd like clouds. Slowly, the others followed him and Helion. All of them but Beron. “There will be no avoiding this. She will find us, and destroy us if we give her time. You’d be playing right into what she wants.” He said the words with such calm certainty, made it sound so convincing.

Azriel’s shadows around you lessened, but did not fully disappear. And he didn’t leave your side. His massive, black wings kept a sturdy wall behind you. Like he was ready to pull you into him and take off with you at any second.

“So we march the small amount of forces that we have straight into Rask? Without-” Tarquin began, but was cut off by Beron’s scoff.

The autumn lord shook his head, a bitter smile painting his lips. “I dont know why I bother with you lot. Eris-” He clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder. If you weren’t mistaken, a flash of fear went across the prince’s face. Followed by a weak smile. “Tell me how this ends, I am very interested to see what they come up with.” And with a last, disgusted glance to the group of high lords, he was gone.

“What the hell was that?” Rhys’s voice sent a thrill of fear through you as he shoved Azriel through the carved wooden door. The meeting hadn’t lasted long after Beron left. Tamlins servants had summoned food, but none ate while murmurs of strategy and plans were born and died on lips. There was no right answer here, there wasn’t a way to tell just what the wicked queen knew. What she had in her pocket for forces, for power. But each high lord knew from experience it was a devastating, terrible power that none truly knew how to combat.

Rhysand sighed at Azriel’s fierce, defensive look. “You are meant to be my tortuer. My hammer when it comes to intimidation. She-” His long finger pointed to you, and you felt the sting of shame burn through you. It wasn’t your fault Azriel had acted the way he did. You tried to tell yourself that. Tried to reason the guilt away. But… if you were being honest, you liked the way Azriel had jumped at the chance to defend you. To keep you safe. “Does not need you at her side. You are well aware of that, shadowmaster.” The title made Azriel flinch. Of course he knew that. Of course he remembered the ass kicking you’d given him that first day in the sparring ring together.

“I am aware.” Azriels words revealed no regret, though.

Rhys stared at him for a long moment. Judging, weighing that look on his brother’s face. Wondering if the shadowmaster had truly lost his mind. Wondering if he would need to have a new spymaster trained. Wondering if Azriel had somehow lost his touch.

Azriel must have seen the doubts, the hesitation in his brother’s eyes. Because he gave the smallest of nods, and Rhys’s shoulders lowered. The high lord turned finally, and gave you a short goodbye before vanishing out the door. Leaving you with the guilty spymaster.

“Walk with me.” He said, before you could lecture him. Before you could only half heartedly tell him to stay away. He had always been… territorial around you. But never risking his cover. And now he was wanting to have a stroll in a foreign court?

You found yourself unable to deny him, though. Not when those pleading dark eyes were on you. So you nodded, and followed him as he silently led you through the spring manor.

The breeze was colder than earlier, just on the edge of winter. The sickly sweet scent of blooms was thick, and made your nose crinkle. Az’s amused look made you want to smack him, but he was walking too quick for you to catch up without jogging slightly. He was on a mission, walking with purpose into the tall evergreens on the garden’s border. Heavy boughs of fruit trees swayed in the wind, forcing you to push them aside. Azriel swept through the underbrush and over fallen logs with grace.

“Keep up.” He called, voice taunting. You could hear the smile there, but it did work to make you catch up to him. And when you came to the clearing that he waited in, your breath was knocked out from you.

The shimmering pool of silver was bright, nearly white with the reflection of the full moon. And the meadow of flowers around it was…. “Incredible.” You breathed, stunned at the beauty, the perfection of such a place.

The soft sigh of the trees above was like music. The perfect background noise for a serene place like this. You began walking the edge of the clearing, observing each new patch of flowers that dotted the treeline. Azriel walked the opposite way, not bothering with the foliage. His eyes were pinned to you, watching like he was sure something would snatch you away if he didn’t.

He met you at the other side, grinning wide. “Do you like it?”

“What kind of question is that?” You scoffed, nudging him slightly. He swayed, and laughed. His teeth shone in the moonlight, cheekbones highlighted by it as well. He was the picture of midnight. Utterly, captivatingly handsome and deadly. A thrill ran through you at the thought of him, at the perfect embodiment of him. How he shone on the inside, just as the pool in this meadow did.

Heart hammering, you decided then that this moment wouldn’t be forgotten. For either of you. You stepped into the tall grass, and began to strip. His hesitation was noted, but he followed a few paces behind you while you strode to that pool of silver. You did not let self consciousness, or embarrassment enter your body or mind. He brought you here. He was being vulnerable with you. You would do the same. You flung your shirt back at him, earning a huff.

Not sparing a look behind you, you stepped into the pool. Warm, easy liquid parted like it was made for you body. It conformed, and waved around you like it was hugging every inch of your pebbled skin. It was easy, stepping into this. The drop off wasn’t severe, and you could easily touch the bottom if you were close to the sides. But you wanted to tempt him, to challenge him. So you went to the center of the silver water, and waved to him.

“Fine.” He sighed, and began to kick off his shoes. Your heart soared at the implications of this. Of the thought of him joining you… What did this make you? Did this compromise your status in the court? What if Tamlin knew about this somehow? In a court full of high lords there was sure to be spies. Spies watching everyone, at all times.

But Azriel was a spy. The best of them. If he had brought you here, it was because it was safe. Ease drifted back into you at that realization. Az would make sure you were both safe. And he sure as hell wouldn’t be stripping down if he thought there was anything else around. His shirt was off, the hooks of his wings high over his head. Stretching, posturing. Showing off the pure power of his body. Flexing, as well. You hid your laugh, and dunked your hair in the water, enjoying the pure feeling it left on all of your skin. It was clean, and deeply relaxing to be in here.

He undressed quickly, and was in the water with you before you even noticed. Slipping in silently, he was at the walkable edge to your side in a moment. His chest rose and fell a bit quicker than normal, and a slight fog seemed to dampen the moonlight shining down on the water. He was nervous. Achingly so. You could feel it, straining and pulsing through the water. He didn’t know what the limits were here. Didn’t know where you stood in this regard.

Guilt panged at you. Had you never made your attraction to him obvious enough? You were sure you had. With the long glances, the extra time you’d spend in the house of wind when he was there… your kindness to him was never met with anything out of the ordinary from him. Perhaps he had taken it all as you being purely you.

You glided over to him, slowly. Giving him time to step away if he wanted. Giving him extra space, you stood to face him. His wings were tight against his back now, shoulders pinched. It was a wonder he could even manage it, with how blissful the water felt. You rose, letting your torso come above the obscured water without shame. His eyes drifted, cheeks deepening their color.

“Why did you bring me here, Azriel?” You asked quietly, noting how his wings flared slightly. How that fog of shadows whirled and blocked the breeze now.

His face was a mask of stone, though. He didn’t reveal a damn thing. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“Do you enjoy it?” Your words were barely more than a whisper. “Do you want to be here?”

He stepped closer, and your body seemed to warm, this pool too much pressure on you all at once. He was only a step from you now, and he leaned over, slowly. Giving you the same courtesy you gave him. Giving you the time to pull away if this was not what you wanted. You swore he was going to kiss you, and you closed your eyes.

But his words, muttered softly by your ear made your heart race. Made your eyes sting with tears. “I want to be with you. It doesn’t matter where. You..are what I enjoy.”

#reader x azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar fic #azriel fic #reader insert

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nikethestatue · 2 months

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I'm an elriel, but i don't mind elucien, I even like some of the fanon interpretations of them (they have great fanworks, gotta give them that), but something I don't get is why their shippers are constantly saying "Lucien doesn't baby or coddle Elain! He sees her strength!". Um, do you guys have early access to an sjm manuscript? WHEN has he ever spoken to/about Elain long enough to recognize her strength and push for her to do more stuff? And people just repeat it like parrots, fanfics aren't canon.

Yeah, it's the same as 'Gwyn sees Azriel's darkness.'

What DArKnEsS? What specific darkness does he have that she is capable of seeing it and handling it better than anyone else?

Can SJM write Elucien and make it believable? Sure. I think there is a way to make it happen and it wouldn't go against either one of their personalities. I just think she's been veering away from that for a long time now.

My argument has always been that SJM won't give Lucien that much power. Being married to Elain, and with her full powers, he'd almost rival Rhys in influence, between at least 3 courts--Day, Spring and eventually Autumn, his connections with the humans, and his own powers as well as Helion's and Eris's, he'd be unstoppable. SJM doesnt like Lucien enough to do that. Also, retconning his paternity to make him a Spell Cleaver is either related to Vassa or the bond is a spell and he'll break it (or both). Unless we dont know of some other spell that Elain is under, him being a Spell Cleaver doesnt fit with the Elucien narrative.

Philosophically, I dont have anything against Elucien, other than his insufferable 'Lucien is a poor baby who suffered and deserves all the best' fans. But I think that train's left the station a lot time ago.

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gingerwritess · 1 year

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bloodlust

a very dark story of some of Helion’s experiences under the mountain.

warnings: gore, smut, angst, drunkenness, dubious consent, Lucien getting abused

*throwing this at you from behind a brick wall cause yes i owe you a million updates but here’s an unrelated fic instead*

Even though @separatist-apologist holds the title for naming LoA and i honestly can’t think of her as anyone other than Amera, I tried to give her a name of my own, Liadhain, which is Irish Gaelic for “doomed heroine” and “grey lady,” pronounced “lee-awn.” Now go read MBs stuff you won’t regret it

read it on ao3!

When Amarantha took the youngest of Beron’s litter to be her personal plaything, Helion grinned.

Good, he’d thought bitterly, watching blood stain the red hair that marked the young male as Autumn. If he couldn’t make Beron bleed himself, he’d take any drop of his blood that was spilled by any hands.

He had to turn from his lady Liadhain, screaming behind Beron’s palm as they watched Amarantha slice Lucien open and send him back to Tamlin in pieces, before the urge to intervene on her behalf overcame all good sense and got the newest High Lord of Day killed, too.

When Lucien came back with Tamlin’s refusal and spat at her feet, Helion hated him a little more for it. Even when Beron scoffed at his exiled son and told Amarantha that he laid no claim to the boy, that he would bear no sorrow if she took his head from his shoulders, Helion wished she would make him suffer instead of killing him. He looked that stubborn, terrified young male in the eye as she pondered what part of him to keep for herself before sending him back to Tamlin and imagined it was Beron on his knees before her uncontainable power, Beron’s blood seeping into the cracks in the stone, Beron’s blood that Amarantha made Liadhain kneel in and touch. Liadhain wouldn’t be begging for Beron’s life like she begged for Lucien’s.

In his twisted fantasy, Liadhain handed Amarantha the sword that took his head off. Liadhain smiled so sweetly as Beron’s blood splattered her crimson dress and in this dark shadow of a wish Liadhain ran to him and kissed him with the taste of Beron still on her bloodstained lips.

Helion watched Amarantha carve out a piece of Lucien’s thigh and pondered which golden wall in the palace he would paint with Beron’s blood.

Amarantha’s frequent banquets brought a new slew of dreams to his troubled sleep. They plagued his daily thoughts too, and in this fantasy amidst the dark, moist walls of the throne room, it was his lap that Liadhain writhed on, not Beron’s. In this fantasy she was sober, kissing his neck and giggling because she wanted to, not because she’d gulped down four glasses of faerie wine just to find some way to cope with the horrors that another of Amarantha’s banquets promised. And in his fantasy it was her chest that he bit at, her slim hands that tipped more wine down his throat, her pale, freckled body that he had pinned against a pillar by the banquet table, her sweet, breathless sighs that had people glancing over their shoulders at them.

Their sons would look away in embarrassed shame, happily, half-heartedly disgusted by how in love their parents were, not because of the drunken laughter and filthy promises that had Eris and Ronan slinking into the shadows with their other brothers, their pale cheeks burning red.

And in the morning she would wake half-naked on his bare chest, not Beron’s, and she wouldn’t vomit in a corner of the throne room amidst laughter at her expense, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He wouldn’t watch her from across the room, still half-hard in the body of a female he’d never remember.

Helion let out a feral cheer alongside the rest of her court when Amarantha dragged Lucien’s limp body to the center that night.

That night, he wanted to be the one digging his nails into that ruddy, handsome Autumn face. He wanted to be the one feeling Beron’s blood crusting under his fingernails. Helion stared, numb and deaf to the screams from the Lady of the Autumn Court, as Amarantha dug his russet eye from its socket. When even Beron looked away, his face papery white and his arm around Liadhain’s trembling waist, Helion grit his teeth into a grin and watched her drop the bloody eyeball to the dirty ground and squish it into a pulpy red mess next to Beron’s son. He forced a chuckle when Lucien lifted a shaking, filthy finger to his eye and prodded the empty hole, mumbling incoherently, and in his fantasy it was Beron’s sobbing, feverish mess of a body that he stepped over on his way to the drinks.

In Helion’s fantasy it was him, not Beron, who stroked the hair from Liadhain’s face, who pressed his lips to her forehead as she slipped into paralyzed shock; it was him, someone more worthy of touching her skin who steadied her as she forced herself to look at her son, and when she stubbornly lifted the arm of her son who was a good two heads taller than her over her shoulders, in his fantasy it was Helion who silently lifted Lucien’s other arm over his own shoulders to help her carry him out of his own vomit and away from the center of another party.

In the moment, it was the most kindness Beron Vanserra had ever shown.

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Lucien Vanserra came back with a golden eye, chunks of his handsome face missing, and a newfound inferno of a temper.

Amarantha threw Tamlin a masquerade ball to apologize—she’d maimed his pretty emissary.

“The scars will just help you win over the ladies,” Helion drunkenly told him at the masquerade, shoving him in the chest with too much force to be friendly.

Lucien hadn’t found it funny, that golden eye whirring behind his fox mask.

There was no blood at that banquet, only pearl and gold and precious gems studded across faerie brows, writhing bodies in the darkness of the dance floor. And Lucien whispering to Liadhain in a dim alcove, clutching her hands in his.

Helion had had too much to drink, and when he shoved Lucien into the wall snarling that he get his filthy hands off of her, she smacked him in the chest and whispered shrieks at him to stop it before he got all three of them killed. Blood throbbed through his head in time with the pounding drums, and Lucien still hadn’t regained enough strength to fight him back, stumbling against the wall like his coward of a father, and Helion reared back to hit him in the stomach because he should be punished for being Beron’s son, not his.

Liadhain screamed softly, tears streaking her face and Helion couldn’t remember what she looked like without tear stains. The thought froze his fist before it sunk into the barely-healed rips in Lucien’s torso, and the present faded into nothing but blurry streaks as she cursed at him and gripped his shaking wrist and yanked him down a dark corridor.

In his fantasy, Helion wasn’t drunk when she slammed him against a musty cave wall and kissed him until he tasted blood. In his fantasy he was sure it was her who shoved his toga off his shoulder and smeared his face with her tears. When he dreams of her and the way it should’ve gone, he remembers the pain of her nails piercing the skin of his chest and how he deserved so much worse and he remembers how she climbed his stupid, drunk body to fuck herself on him with tears in her eyes, always tears, always fucking tears in her eyes and in his fantasies he gave her everything she needed without having to ask.

But in the moment all he knew was a haze of red and a knife in his chest as she kissed him for the first time in three hundred years and in the moment he couldn’t savor it because he was too drunk to be sure that it was her. In the moment he fucked her like she was anyone else but in his fantasies he knew it was her and he loved her so fucking hard that she killed Beron in his sleep that night and dragged her bloody hands down Helion’s back as he drove into her with as much force as she had possessed when she drove a knife into Beron’s heart.

In that moment, and the next moment when she looked at him with hollow eyes and nothing but regret, Helion realized he was no better than Beron.

When the human girl sold herself to Amarantha and her Night Court whore, Liadhain drank an entire bottle of faerie wine and kissed Beron so sweetly before climbing off his lap to meet Helion in their dark, empty corridor. In Helion’s fantasies, Liadhain wasn’t using him; she wouldn’t stumble towards him grasping at her dress or drunkenly fumble at his cock. She wouldn’t frown when she looked at him and couldn’t remember where they were, and she wouldn’t whisper Beron’s name and slap at his hand when Helion squeezed her throat just a touch too tightly. In his fantasies, he had her in every capacity.

In the moment, he would take her in any.

Liadhain ran out of tears by the time Tamlin whipped Lucien to the bone in front of the court.

She sat on Beron’s lap and watched Tamlin flay the flesh from his back, her eyes sunken and dry as Lucien fought so hard to keep from screaming.

Helion dreamt it was Beron’s screams that filled her ears; his lap that she sat on. Or his hand holding the whip, cutting out Beron’s spine and presenting it to her to snap in two.

But it was Liadhain’s son who met his gaze through the molten gold of his mask, one of Liadhain’s eyes that silently begged him to end this torment just before his best friend tore another strip of flesh from his back.

Helion tried to find another fantasy before the next crack of the whip. Tried to put Beron’s face behind that mask, that screaming, ghostly face. Liadhain’s took its place, and Helion stumbled backwards in horror when the whip cracked across her back and she screamed for mercy, for death, for help, and when she needed him most, he turned on his heel and ran, ran to their corridor and vomited.

—

In Helion’s fantasies, they had a son.

A chubby, happy, bouncy babe that gnawed on his fingers and was always a little happier to see his mother than when Helion showed up. In his fantasy, he didn’t mind one bit, and was just as pleased to watch his mate take their son in her arms and cuddle him close in the crook of her neck.

In his fantasies, Liadhain came home to him, told him about her days, left her dirty laundry on his floor. She would smile softly when Helion would be so, so happy that he glowed, and when he kissed her he knew he didn’t have to savor it because he could kiss her again the next second.

When Helions fantasies came true, he almost wished they hadn’t.

None of his fantasies started with begging his scarred son for forgiveness. None of them included Liadhains hatred, nor the contempt he couldn’t help having at her for ruining what could have been. None of them included the scars that they left on each other Under the Mountain.

In this moment, Beron is rotting at the bottom of the ocean with a slice in his throat, and Liadhain is crawling into Helion’s bed. All is right in the world until Helion closes his eyes, his face buried in the sweet scent of her red hair, his arm around her waist so she never slips away again.

Then Helion closes his eyes, and in his dreams, it is his lap that Liadhain writhes on. It’s his neck that she kisses, but that’s wine on her breath, on her lips, and her eyes won’t focus, and when he tries to kiss her she fights him. In his dreams, she wakes on his chest but she still vomits in a corner and Helion is the one laughing, and in his dreams he cheers and watches as Amarantha nearly kills his son over, and over, and over again.

In this moment, all his fantasies have come true. In Helion’s dreams, his fantasies are nothing but fodder for his nightmares. And when he wakes in a cold sweat, Liadhain’s warm breath curling over his collarbone, he thinks he might deserve to be rotting at the bottom of the ocean with a slit across his throat, too.

#helion x lady of autumn #helion spell cleaver #lady of autumn #lucien vanserra #autumn court #acotar #acomaf #acosf

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sapchat · 6 months

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What I think will happen in ACOTAR 6

I was in the shower and I got to thinking, ACOTAR 6. We all think it's going to be about Elain, and I agree. But here's where I think it'll be one person's cup of tea and not someone else's. And it obviously involved Lucien and Azriel along with Gwyn which is why I'm going to put it under the cut!

So this will not only be who I think we'll be following along with what I think the book will be about! Also this is the worst formatted thing ever I tried to make it coherent.

I think it's going to be Elain x Lucien. I really do, HOWEVER here's the full explanation and I swear there is some Elain x Azriel but this is what I think we'll get.

I think Beron dies this book. I think book six is going to be the one and it'll end or a different book will start with Eris becoming High Lord. How does he die? I can't think of that. I can't really foresee SJM taking us straight into another war with Koschei. But I don't foresee Beron dying in battle, I mean c'mon. It's Beron.

I think it'll start out with Elain still wanting to pursue Azriel and avoid Lucien which is why I think the first half of the book will be Elain and Azriel.

I also think we'll get to see an Azriel sex scene. I think we might get to see this man do some nasty stuff to little innocent Elain cuz that corruption kink go brrrr.

But I think Rhys finds out. And I think he pulls another dick move and ships Elain off, or he ships Azriel off on constant missions.

Now here's where I think it'll get... SJM's usual weird. I think Elain ends up with "the band of exiles." Now I don't really know how but I think she does. I mean we know she misses her human life and everything about it. I think Rhys in his way to get her away from Azriel ships her off to Lucien.

I also think they somehow end up in the Autumn Court. The Autumn Court has been a constant build up for a while and I really think the climax or resolution of it will be Beron dying.

We know Lucien and Eris have some weird brotherly bond which for the Vanserra family is fitting (Even tho Lucien isn't a Vanserra). So I think Lucien gets sent to Autumn for some emissary business and he takes Elain, but we all know Beron is a cunt and all he sees is something the cauldron made with legs and a womb.

So little Lucien does what he can to protect his mate, and it's the same thing Rhys did: Keep her close. Keep her around where he knows she's at but not Beron. And little Elain, I can truly see her falling in love with Autumn Court, falling in love with the job of an emissary, where she can travel and see how beautiful the world is. And because of that I think she can fall in love with Lucien not because of the bond but because of her actually falling for him.

I also foresee them announcing Lucien being Helion's true son. We've known since acowar. It's time, I really think this could be the longest kept secret in the ACOTAR series and it's literally something they say "Oh wow, how did no one ever see this. It's so obvious they're related." And honestly I think it's only outed cuz Lucien somehow shows Day Court powers. I think that's how it's outed.

Now this is where people are definitely going to hate me. I can't see Azriel truly falling in love with Gwyn. Being said we didn't foresee him regifting a gift so who knows. But I can't see SJM putting them together, and here's why: Azriel in a way is broken. At least in his eyes he's broken or damaged or whatever.

And Gwyn herself has trauma she is learning to get over and that's not me saying their broken people because of what has happened to them. But Gwyn is learning to move on from what's happened, and I don't really think Azriel has. I think he has accepted what's happened to him but I truly think deep down he hasn't moved past it to be able to fully love Gwyn or even someone else.

I could see SJM using this book as a way to miraculously make Azriel completely fine and him be magically healed about everything that has ever happened to him. But I don't actually see Gwynriel being a thing at least in this book.

Some titles I think SJM may go for:

A Court of Flame and Flowers/A Court of Flower and Flames Making it ACOFAF I’m thinking this one.

A Court of Fire and Flower/A Court of Flower and Fire Making it ACOFAF

A Court of Light and Seer/A Court of Seer and Light making it ACOLAS/ACOSAL

A Court of Spring and Foxes Making it ACOSAF

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Seeds Planted in Frost & Starlight

A compilation of every nudge, hint, whiff of foreshadowing that we got in Frost & Starlight, which decides where the stories will go. Not including bits about Cassian and Nesta, since we saw their story play out in ACOSF already.

Elain

Elains powers, and how she hasn’t “used” them since the war, are mentioned enough that it’s obvious we’re going to explore it again.

Her friendship with Nuala and Cerridwen, how “(the wraiths) spent more time with Elain than (Feyre has). They understood her moods, what she sometimes needed” It’s a close enough bond that we are clearly going to see explored...which opens up possible storylines of spying and learning even more new skills.

Her obvious feelings for Azriel. It’s canon. It’s there.

The mating bond. Her feelings about that are clear at this point, in that she doesn’t want it.

Azriel

His backstory, his family, his lineage. We get hints and clues (”Rosehall” “Buy her something from me this time”), but nothing beyond that.

Azriel’s shadows themselves are mentioned a few times, how they are shadows but aren’t, how they’re different from Rhys’s power, etc. Shadowsinger mythos will be delved into, and more with Truth-Teller.

His feelings for Elain. Again, it’s canon. It’s there.

Confronting his feelings/connection with Mor..

Mor

Her long overdue vengeance. “Those were her deaths to claim. They had always been. I had never asked why she waited so long.” Rhysand tells us.

Revealing of what truly happened with Eris and his motives for leaving her behind

A conversation with Azriel where she reveals her truth (not a seed planted, but something we know needs to happen from ACOWAR)

Mor’s powers and her secret life

Love interest. It’s going to happen, the build up and her obvious want of it has been hinted, and we were even introduced to her potential future lover:

Emerie & Mor - we got Emerie’s full backstory in this book, and even though we don’t see the suggestion of this pairing until Silver Flames...it’s there simply by her being introduced here.

Autumn Court

Beron & Eris. Beron has outlived his time, and we have the obvious bargain to help Eris take the throne. Eris will be High Lord at some point.

Eris redemption arc has been, again, hinted at time and again. He postponed Kier going to Velaris, why? He knows something Azriel doesn’t. He taunts Mor with knowing the truth about why he left her, and is finally realizing it. Feyre contemplates in ACOWAR what his time must have been like Under the Mountain, what games he had to play to survive. Other people have mentioned “he might have been a better male” if he had grown up somewhere else, etc etc. He’s getting redeemed. I have no doubt.

Eris & Lucien...we’ll delve into that and truly see their relationship, how Eris probably has known Lucien isn’t his brother this whole time.

Spring Court

Tamlin??? He will either get a redemption arc or die, and someone else will rule the Spring Court. Because it can’t go on being ruled by The Beast. Calanmai needs that yearly ritual to gift the land with it’s fertility magic....

Spring Court in general is going to waste, and will need to be rebuilt.

Band of Exiles

Conflict with Koschei, Vassa’s curse needs to be broken...

Vassien. It’s .. very obvious.

Lucien and his movements. As emissary he now sends twice weekly reports to Azriel but outside of that, Az isn’t watching his movements so as “not to know if he seeks out Elain”. Potential here for some type of reveal since we won’t know where he’s going if Azriel isn’t watching him.

Lucien being heir to Helion. He'll find out. Helion might croak in order for it to happen, but either way, Lucien will find out.

Lucien’s mating bond. His feelings on this are pretty clear at this point too, and he really likes Vassa.

Other

We’ll have to deal with the Hewn City nobility coming to Velaris, meaning...meeting more of Mor’s family? Azriel’s family (which will be a given because we’re getting his POV anyway), and potential for new characters

This comment from Rhys regarding the bargain to help Eris take the throne: “But I’d made a bargain with Eris too. Perhaps a fools bargain. But only time would tell in that regard”

The mysterious dark spot Mor saw in the forest on her way to her secret house. This might be something from Crescent City, or it’ll be part of the crossover.

So much talk of Vallahan and the continent, we may spend some time there...with that King and Queen..

Bryaxis.

#future reference #am i missing anything?#i SCOURED this entire book for every slight mention of possible future storylines #ive left out Valkyrie stuff and Cassian/Nesta stuff because a lot of that played out already in ACOSF #and I havent finished the reread of ACOSF to make any further connections #i also left out theoretical things about dusk court and the fae in the stones because those weren't even mentioned in this book..#unless i missed it

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My lengthy, angry ACOSF rant review.

Spoilers, TW for mental, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse.

I loved ACOTAR. I still love ACOTAR. I always will love ACOTAR. But every book afterwards made me give up more and more. ACOMAF romanticized an abusive relationship and assassinated characters for the author's convenience. ACOWAR was a bunch of boring and inconsequential death scares. ACOFAS was all-round dreadful. And each book kept shitting on and pushing away Lucien for no reason.

I'd like to preface this by saying I hated Nesta too. I hated the way she treated Feyre in ACOTAR especially, and I wasn't even too excited for this book because I wasn't that keen on Nesta as a character.

Nesta's POV and her backstory changed my perspective. It does not excuse her actions. All Nesta stans can hold these characters accountable for what they do - trauma is a reason, not an excuse. I, and many others, sided with Nesta because of the way she's treated by everyone else in this book. Also, if you're going to hate Nesta for not teaching Feyre how to read and letting her hunt at fourteen, (which I did, and are very valid things to hate), AT LEAST hold Elain accountable too.

This book. This fucking book.

Shall we start with the intervention? Feyre on her little power trip thinks that her boyfriend that hates Nesta and Nesta hates back, Nesta's ex-best friend, and her possible mate who she never talks to should be at this stupid fucking intervention??? Excuse me???

Remember in ACOMAF when Feyre wouldn't shut up about how rich Rhysand is? Feyre literally has four or five houses and is always talking about how much jewelry and lingerie she can afford because Rhysand is so rich??? Well, Nesta has a few shots. So you know what Feyre does? Humiliates Nesta at this "intervention", TEARS DOWN HER HOME, and forces her to go to the Illyrian training camp.

That was the god awful premise for this book.

Did you think Elain wasn't there because she was against the "intervention"? Nope! She was packing Nesta's belongings without permission.

Remember in ACOMAF when it's made a big fucking deal that locking up a traumatised woman is extremely damaging? Well, when Nesta decides she doesn't want to be in Illyria, Feyre locks her in the House of Wind. Nesta can't fly, so her only way of leaving is down the TEN THOUSAND STEPS, that Feyre KNOWS Nesta isn't capable of climbing.

Feyre's pregnant. In ACOFAS she randomly decided that she wanted a baby to remember Rhysand by if he dies. Which doesn't make any sense because they made that stupid fucking death pact in ACOWAR. It's just SJM superimposing her pregnancy onto her early 20's protagonist. Ignoring the fact that Feyre isn't ready for a baby and Rhysand CERTAINLY isn't, and with a war just ended and another looming and so much trauma and a DEATH PACT are all such horrible circumstances to bring a child into, Feyre is already pregnant. Remember when SJM made a big deal about Fae babies being so hard to conceive, and Feyre said in ACOFAS they wouldn't have to worry for a long time because it can take years to conceive your first Fae child? Well it's been no more than 3 or 4 months and Feyre's already pregnant. Yep.

Also the birth will kill her. Because of course it will. Rhysand KNEW this, and still agreed to try for a baby.

There's no solution. Abortions don't exist for some stupid reason, and a C section would apparently kill Feyre?

(Wasn't this book supposed to be about Nessian?)

In ACOWAR, Cassian was on the battlefield with his entrails around his knees. Someone had to literally hold his guts in for him, and he's fine, but you're telling me a C section would kill Feyre?

Don't worry, this is just setting up the AWFUL ending to this book.

ACOSF amounts to Nesta being gaslit into believing her abusers are right. Her friends and family slut shame her and shame her for her lifestyle constantly. Cassian says it took him decades to work through some of his trauma, and he tried to drink and fuck it away too, but suddenly when Nesta does so it's heinous? Nesta's barely twenty five and she's expected to cope better than these ancient immortals.

Hell, didn't SJM write ACOMAF? Nobody expected Feyre to pick herself up so quickly. The IC (excluding Rhysand) respected her boundaries for the most part and understood when it was grief, trauma, and turmoil that made her angry, sad, want to be left alone, etc. But that's all forgotten here.

Amren also compares Nesta to the people in, and says she belongs in, The Court of Nightmares. You know, the murderers, abusers and rapists? This innocent woman who had a few shots and a bit of sex is on par with them, apparently!

The sex scenes.

SJM is scared to say vagina so she says sex.

She says seed to mean semen.

Apparently the word cunt turns SJM on. I just found Cassian saying that kinda cringe because I'm Bri'ish so the word cunt really isn't a big deal.

Back to the baby killing Feyre, because this is definitely what we all wanted from this book as indicated by the change in covers and format and title... Rhysand decides not to tell Feyre. He tells her friends and family, and tells them not to tell her.

SJM loves sweeping Rhysand's abuse from the first book under the rug and claiming it's always about Feyre's choice... where is that here, MAAS? WHERE IS IT?

Anyway, when Nesta rightfully decides to tell Feyre (although it is kind of out of spite), Rhysand threatens to kill Nesta.

And I believed him. With the way he treats his """mAtE tHaT hE lOvEs sO mUcH""" and all the people he's mindlessly killed before, do you really think he wouldn't kill the person who gave Feyre an inch of autonomy?

So what does Cassian do? His lover who he cares deeply about and suspects is his mate has received a death threat from tHe mOsT pOwErFuL hIgH lORd iN hIsToRy.

Cassian simply gets Nesta out of the court.

EXCUSE ME?

He doesn't breathe ONE word to Rhysand about this. This Illyrian WARRIOR who fought with his GUTS HANGING OUT didn't dare step up to the hIGh lOrD who he considers his brother and sparrs and fights with all the time?

Cassian literally does nothing.

Was it not Rhysand himself who said Mated males are dangerous? Can kill anyone who looks at their mate? Can be dangerous simply leaving the house? Rhys and Feyre both pull the Mate card to justify their bad actions on the other's behalf... and Cassian just tried to get Nesta out of the court?

Also, this High King bullshit.

I swear to fucking god, if SJM DARES to make this abusive, power-tripping, mOsT pOwErFuL hIgH lOrD eVEr, husband-insert of hers hIgH kInG, I will fight her in the street.

My beloved Lucien is in this book. Only for him to be used and shat on.

I really liked it when he calmed Cassian down with just a look though. Yes please fox man.

Helion is also in this book. Nothing to do with Lucien.

Eris is also in this book. ERIS. Lucien's eldest brother. The same one who abused him for years, but according to SJM he's slightly better, because at least he didn't agree to kill Lucien's lover. He betrayed his daddy that one time, therefore Eris is good. Y'know, the same Eris who abused Mor? Left her laying on the Autumn Court border with a nail in her womb? Well SJM is going back on her own canon to redeem yet ANOTHER abusive male, while continuing to demonize Tamlin for things he only happened to do when SJM decided the villain from the first book was sexy.

Nesta and Cassian are Mates.

Remember when Mates were supposed to be a rare and sacred thing? Now SJM dishes them out like Oprah.

I don't want these characters to be mates. I want to see them slowly fall in love. But SJM is incapable of writing that so she forces them together with the mAtInG bOnD. That's literally the only basis for most of these relationships, Feysand especially.

The only relationship where the bond would make sense is between Helion and The Lady of Autumn. Who still isn't named. But I will die on the hill that they're mates, I can feel it between them.

I wanted someone to die in this book. I predicted that it would either be Helion or Tarquin, but Tarquin isn't even in this one.

And the ending.

SJM can't write a decent climax, so she kills both Feyre and Rhysand for the second time. Yep.

The baby is being born which stupidly kills Feyre, and thankfully takes Rhysand with them.

Nesta decides to save them. Bad choice. But she decides to save them! Because she's so powerful and she ATE THE CONTENTS OF THE CAULDRON and she's CONNECTED TO THE MOTHER.

Do you know what happens.

Nesta loses her powers.

NESTA.

LOSES.

HER.

POWERS.

The powers we've hardly seen, the powers that were briefly mentioned and used ONCE in ACOWAR, then we saw like two flashes of in this book? They're GONE now. GONE SO NESTA CAN SAVE HER ABUSIVE SISTER AND ABUSIVE HUSBAND WHO ABUSES THEM BOTH.

Nesta is just an Amren now. They both fought for their powers, and had to give them up to save people who didn't deserve it. Now they're anticlimactically trapped in powerless bodies.

Also, and I can't BELIEVE I didn't originally include this - do you know what else Nesta TRADED HER POWERS FOR?

Illyrian anatomy so she can carry Cassian's baby one day.

EXCUSE ME?

I am so fucking SICK TO DEATH of the narrative that every woman needs a man and children to be happy. SJM clearly loves this because she's literally only keeping Amren and Nesta alive now to be sex objects to their partners and nothing else seeing as their POWERS WERE RIPPED AWAY FROM THEM, and now NESTA TRADED THOSE POWERS TO HAVE A BABY SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW SHE WANTS? Nesta does NOT strike me as a motherly type. She's the wine aunt, she and Cassian are the couple that go on holiday a lot and and babysit their nieces and nephews, but nope. Nesta HAS to have children.

The Feysand baby is called Nyx. That's just so underwhelming, you go from these huge, multiple syllable names like Amarantha and Morrigan and Lucien to Nyx? I get it's supposed to be unique but it's not even meaningful. It's just more shit-flavoured icing on the hAHa nIgHt uWu cake. I prefer Renesmée.

Nesta is wrong somehow. She says she's sorry as she's saving them. FOR WHAT? For being a little rude to Feyre as all sisters are? And rightfully hating your sister's abuser?

Oh yeah, remember in ACOWAR when Nesta took care of a comatose, starving Elain for months? Elain is randomly okay now because she takes care of her mental health the stereotypical way of baking cakes, and not drinking and fucking, which she shames Netsa for.

Remember the slut shaming, demeaning comments that the whole iNnEr cIrClE made about Nesta? They all expect apologies from her. For some reason.

Nesta has done nothing wrong. She coped with her trauma and minded her business in her own ways, and she's expected to apologise to the people who control and emotionally abuse her.

Nothing that any of these characters did to Nesta is right. Nesta wasn't okay at the end, this wasn't Nesta's healing story. This is Nesta being shamed and degraded until she submits.

Oh I can't believe I forgot to write this in my first draft of this review, do you know how Nesta "overcomes" her grief about her Father's death and her conflicting feelings about him and his life and her guilt? When she visits his grave for the first time, she takes Nyx.

NYX.

She holds NYX up to the grave and talks about how it's his grandson.

GO AWAY YOU STUPID DEMON BABY THIS IS NOT YOUR BOOK.

Speaking of, it's revealed that Nesta was abused by her mother and grandmother in this book? Something we were all looking forward to is seeing more of the Archeron's mother seeing as Feyre was so young when she died, but... nope. She gets a few vague mentions, and this newly revealed abuse is entirely glossed over. Nesta was also actively groomed by an older man at 14. But SJM glosses over this because of course she does.

Finally, the bonus chapters.

My edition came with a bonus chapter from Feyre's POV. It was pointless and I hated it.

There's another bonus chapter from Azriel's POV. Once I'd finished this book, he was one of the few characters I still harboured a shred of respect for.

Then I read his bonus chapter.

This exists to purely objectify Elain.

Whether you ship Elain with Azriel, or Lucien, or neither, this chapter is disgusting. He thinks about her coming on his tounge, and other things simply just to please him.

He then dares to suggest that "the Cauldron picked wrong" in choosing Lucien as Elain's mate?

No Azriel, SJM picked RIGHT in not giving each Archeron sister a bAt bOy.

Rhysand does the only right thing he's ever done by telling Azriel to stay away from Elain, but then he has to ruin it by clarifying that it's only so they can manipulate and use Lucien more.

Oh, and Azriel wants to kill Lucien.

Need I remind you that Lucien respects Azriel? Lucien is another victim of the Night Court's needless, baseless torment, and Azriel is no exception.

Lucien stays well out of Elain's way because she makes it clear that she's not interested in a mate, but Azriel wants to kill him simply for being her mate.

Lucien has done nothing. And I mean literally NOTHING to warrant any of this treatment. From the bAt bOyS, from Feyre, from his family, from SJM, from the deluded part of this fandom that think he's done wrong. NOTHING.

All I liked about this book was the Lucien scenes (which is a given), ((although I hated the way everyone talks about him behind his back)), Nesta's relationship with the house, Emerie and Gwyn, the evidence that Gwynriel is endgame and subsequently Elucien, and the book love. Everything else was horrible. Oh, and Nesta hates Rhysand. I love that for her, because everyone else bows at his feet.

Oh yeah, when Nesta DARES suggest that Rhysand is an "arrogant, preening asshole" which I think is a compliment, Cassian can't take Rhys' cock out of his mouth for one second, and has to get mad at her for having an opinion. Don't even get me started on Azriel in that scene.

If each book after ACOTAR made me slowly give up, this book made me give up altogether. I cannot go on to support this victim-blaming, abuse-forgiving, misogynistic series. I've given up on SJM, and the only characters I care about anyone are Lucien, Nesta, Helion, and Tarquin. I'll continue to read this series to see if SJM redeems herself, but I'll be downloading them for free. I'm not giving this piece of shit any more of my money.

I hope we don't get the Lucien book. I don't want her to slaughter my fox in the way she slaughtered LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE.

Thanks for listening.

Edit: I put the review on Goodreads!

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti acowar #anti acofas #anti acosf #anti sjm #anti feysand #anti rhysand

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yazthebookish · 3 years

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"for some reason, the enemy was desperate to reach the stone at the top of Ramiel. We were never taught the reason why; I think it's been forgotten." (Emerie)

“There was a fourth object in the vision, but it was in shadow—was there ever a fourth part of the Trove? All I could make out was a bit of ancient bone.” (Nesta)

“Made objects tend to not wish to be found by just anyone,” Amren cautioned. “That they have faded from memory, that even I didn't think of them immediately in the fight against Hybern, suggests that perhaps they willed it that way. Wanted to stay hidden. True things of power have such gifts.” (Amren)

“If they're all enchanting you to forget, how is it that Azriel was able to remember and bear information here?” -- “Perhaps once you learn of it, recognize it, the spell is broken,” Amren said. “Or perhaps the Dread Trove wants us to know if it now, for some dark reason if it's own.” (Amren)

“Unsurprisingly, the Illyrians were never curious enough to see what secrets lie beneath Ramiel, if it, too, was carved up like the others by ancient hands.” (Eris)

“I spend so many months preparing for you,” Koschei crooned, “and you don't even wish to speak to me?” (Koschei to Azriel)

. . . . .

It's possible that the fourth trove is under Ramiel and Koschei wants to use Azriel to retrieve it because it's engulfed in shadows and Azriel is a Shadowsinger.

Illyria means the following are involved:

• Azriel

• Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie (The Valkyries)

• Cassian

• Mor

• Eris (possibly)

Which makes me believe that having all 4 trove items by the end of ACOTAR5 will lead up to Elain's book. Elain and Lucien will deal with Koschei, the human Queens, freeing Vassa and the swans, the Spring Court and the final war. There's a reason SJM expanded the map and Elain out of all three sisters was the one that wanted to go to the continent the most. Koschei's lake happens to be there. I think we'll figure out what her father's bargain was through her. I think Elain will use the dread trove but it's also connected to Lucien. Lucien at one point might use the mask possibly during the War. It's no coincidence Helion specifically mentions the mask.

Helion shuddered, and Nesta threw the cloth over the Mask. As if the cloth somehow blinded it to their presence. “Perhaps an ancestor of mine once used it, and the warning of its cost is imprinted upon my blood.” Helion shook out a breath.

ACOTAR 5: Illyria/Autumn Court

ACOTAR 6: Autumn+Spring Court/The Continent

If there's an angry potato passing by this post and about to throw a fit because they disagree, let me pour you some tea to calm those raging nerves, Rosemary tea is very effective I heard you like to add a dash of those on your potatoes 🥔

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Lucien Week Day 6 Family Ties

“Absolutely not.”

“Lucien—”

“Absolutely not.” Lucien attempted to storm out of the study, but Helion followed, utterly undeterred. They billowed out into Helion’s solarium where Lucien’s mother was sitting, reading through her correspondences. She looked up as they came in, and Lucien was surprised to see Elain waiting there as well, idly rearranging some of the daybright flowers under one of the large windows. She also turned when she heard them arrive.

“Mother, tell Helion that throwing a parade for my birthday is absurd,” Lucien admonished, pointing angrily at his father.

His mother just turned back to her letters, already numb to Lucien and Helion’s constant bickering. “It’s a Day Court tradition, darling. You’re the heir now—you have to take on more responsibility as a public figure.”

Lucien frowned. “I never saw Eris have to stand in a parade.”

He saw his mother fight a smile at the thought. “Just because the Autumn Court and the Day Court do things a little differently doesn’t mean your duties here are any less important.”

He rolled his eyes. Standing on an enormous swan float pulled by pegasi hardly sounded like a real duty or a real tradition, but Elain chimed in. “Oh Lucien, come on! The parade will be so fun—I’ve never been in one before. Helion says there’ll be confetti, and we give the townspeople sweets!”

Lucien frowned and whirled on his father. “You recruited Elain into this?” Helion shrugged, his face showing practiced innocence.

Elain came over and put her hands on Lucien’s chest, leaning against him. “I thought you were excited for your birthday party?” she pouted. Her big doe eyes beamed up at him, pleading. Dammit.

“I am excited for my birthday party,” Lucien said. “The party part, where I get to drink with our friends and dance the night away with my very beautiful mate.” He nuzzled her and kissed her nose, and she giggled. “I did not agree to the festivities including a parade from sunup to sundown. We’ll be exhausted by the time we get back!”

Helion snorted. “Don’t insult me, son. We have more than enough elixirs that’ll put you back on your feet better than before if you start to feel tired. The Day Court are no strangers to multi-day-long parties, and neither, if I recall, are you,” Helion added pointedly. Lucien didn’t have an argument there. “I have three hundred years of birthdays to make up for Lucien, so you better believe every birthday for the next three hundred is going to be just like this. Get used to it. I’ll order you as High Lord if I have to,” he added, but Lucien knew he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t have to. Lucien felt his argument shrivel in his chest, like it always did, because at the end of the day this was Helion’s way of showing he cared, and Lucien was still new to having a father who cared.

“I’m not wearing a toga,” Lucien muttered.

“Yes you are,” Helion said cheerfully. “But we can argue about that later. I have a meeting to attend, but the arrangements for the parade are well underway. I put Elain in charge of your float, so direct any further suggestions to her.” He crossed the room and planted a kiss on his love’s cheek, and Lucien’s mother reached up to cup his face and kiss his cheek in return. “I’ll see you all this evening for dinner. Until then!” And he winnowed away.

Lucien frowned down at Elain, who was still resting happily against his chest. How absolutely unfair of Helion to use Lucien’s mate against him like this. “I have several suggestions for the float. Namely, not having one.”

Elain rolled her eyes. “That’s a terrible suggestion. We’ll definitely be exhausted if we walk that far.”

“I can’t believe you’re siding with him on this.”

She grinned. “Siding with giving my extraordinary mate the most wonderful, fantastical, show-stopping birthday ever because I love him so much and he absolutely deserves it? Sorry, guilty as charged.”

He sighed. “Don’t you also have a meeting to attend?”

“I do,” she admitted. “But you do have to wear a toga.” And then, leaning in close to his ear, she whispered. “You should see mine. I picked it special, just for your birthday.”

Which gave Lucien images of waist-high slits and thin fabric that was going to drive him insane while he had to stand in public with her. His fingers curled on her hips. With a wink, Elain pecked him on the lips and headed out of the room, leaving just him and his mother.

“Now, I know you don’t want to be in a parade,” Lucien said to her.

At last his mother sighed and set down her papers. “I promise I did try to talk him out of it,” she admitted. “But he’s so excited, Lucien. He means well.” Her voice had taken on an almost-hidden yet distinct soft undertone as she talked about her mate.

Lucien sighed. A great irony that his mother, the only person Helion might possibly listen to, was so completely unable to argue with him. Despite her more demure demeanor, Lucien knew she loved Helion’s terrible, gaudy spectacles.

“A parade is just so…tacky,” Lucien said. “A party would have been more than enough! Any and all funds put into the parade should go toward the ball itself, really.”

His mother just smiled and stood, coming over to him and cupping his face in her hands. “Well I have a deal for you, my darling. I have a bottle of crivlasse that I was saving for your birthday. If you behave about the parade from now until then, we can split it, just you and me, to give us the mental fortitude we need to get through it. Deal?”

Lucien brightened immediately. Crivlasse was a spiced Autumn Court liquor, and he hadn’t had it in decades, maybe a century. He’d tried many spirits from all around the world, but crivlasse would always have a special place in his heart. Plus, he knew his mother would have only the finest bottle she could find.

“Deal,” he agreed, then bent down so she could kiss his forehead.

There were worse things, he supposed, than a family that cared too much.

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