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yourejinx · 11 months

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Undeniable Bonds

Azriel x F. Reader

Warnings: angst, as per usual. Not proof read.

word count: 4713.

Author’s note: I’m sorry I’m so late with this. I gave Mor a sibling. And I may have changed some things from the cannon books. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

CHAPTER THREE.

“What did you do to him?” Rhys asked mentally, an amused glint on his violet eyes as he looked over to where Azriel and Cassian were training the Valkyries.

“What do you mean?” I raised an eyebrow at him, wiping away the sweat of my forehead and taking a sip from my jar of water.

It had been a while since Rhysand joined me in training. He didn’t have much time these days between being High Lord and a father, and a husband. But lately he’s been under more pressure and needed to blow up some steam.

I dared a look at the Shadowsinger, he was teaching Gwyn some defensive stances, being his brooding self, scowl and all. There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary.

“He’s been more irritable these past weeks.” Rhysand took a step back, adopting a fighting stance once again and flaring his wings. I couldn’t help the smirk from showing on my face, I had made him sweat enough for him to bring out his Illyrian side.

Behind us Cass chuckled and I grinned at him, he winked at me in return. Rhys just threw him an annoyed stare and rolled his shoulders.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, he seems fine. For his usual self, that is.” I shrugged. Brought my fists up and started to circle him slowly.

“No, I could’ve sworn he hissed at Nesta this morning.” His face lit up with wicked delight and he swung for me, aiming for my supposedly exposed left side. The oldest trick in Amren’s book: “Let them come to you girl, let them think you defenseless.”

I caught his upper arm, twisted it and turned him around so that he was facing Cassian now. The Valkyries were looking. He tensed. “But he took one look at you, and decided to shut his mouth? Strange.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know. I’ve been too busy avoiding him as of late.”

One of his wings flung open and I released his arm to avoid the hit. He flashed a feline smile at me and lifted his right leg, trying to land a kick to my upper thigh.

I jumped out of his range, bracing my weight on his shoulders and landing behind him, quick on my feet. A second later, I dropped down low and sweeped out his legs from under him, throwing him on his royal ass.

He went down with a gasp, arms splayed out and eyes wide.

“I’m a little out of shape, it seems.” He coughed.

“You think?” I grinned down at him, offering a hand to help him stand up.

Somebody whistled and I turned my head to look at Nesta, she was grinning amusedly. “Would you like to join the Valkyries?”

Beside her, Cassian snorted. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“And why is that?” She snapped her golden-brown head to Cass. I almost pitied him, I would hate to be on the receiving end of that cold stare.

“That would be a fight of egos. Y/N already leads her own legion of warriors in battle.”

“I could do both”. I replied instantly. Arms crossed and head cocked to the side.

“Yeah? And who would command the Valkyries?” Cassian asked with a knowing look.

I had more experience in battles and a little more than two centuries of training, the answer seemed logical enough. But I replied instead:

“Well, Nesta of course. I wouldn’t dream of taking her spot, we females should support each other.” I winked at her. She smiled. “But maybe when I grow tired of ordering males around.”

Nesta looked satisfied enough, a little bit of mischief dancing in those gray eyes.

I waited for Azriel’s retort about me not being capable of following orders, but it never came. He fixed his stare at me instead, as if contemplating my answer. Weird.

“See, I told you he’s been acting strange.” Rhys purred into my mind.

“Get out of my head.” I scowled at him. He chuckled.

“I think he’s really trying not to snap at you.”

“Not my problem.”

“Maybe you could try to work on a truce?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I already told him I won’t fight him, it’s the same thing.”

“Well, it is easier not to fight him if you’re avoiding him. Why not try and get along instead?”

“Oh yeah, maybe we could hang out and braid each other’s hair too.” I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at the High Lord. He laughed.

“I’m just saying, give it a try. He may be willing too. Solstice is a couple of days ahead, it’ll be a good time for make up and make out”

My reply died in my mouth as I caught a glimpse of auburn hair out of the corner of my eye. Lucien was walking towards us, clad in a pristine dark gray tunic and matching pants, arms crossed behind his back. He looked expectant…. shit, I was supposed to accompany him to the Dawn Court today. My eyes widened and I started to frantically grab my things.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Lucien, I totally forgot. Five minutes, I’ll shower and then we can leave.” I said hurrying up the steps to the House and throwing Rhysand a glare. He gave me a lazy smile.

“Just think about it.”

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“Remind me again, why did you have to come?” Lucien asked, an auburn eyebrow going up, russet eye shining in the late sun’s glow like a warm liquid flame on a cold day.

Lucien was a very handsome, very intelligent male. I don’t understand why Elain would avoid him like the plague, he’s very nice and polite, and definitely not hard on the eyes. But then again, she had a not so discrete fixation with my mate. No, that wasn’t right. I had no business letting this stupid forsaken territorial Cauldron-made bond fill me with negative feelings. Azriel wasn’t mine, not in the way that counts.

I shook my head and stopped snooping around the books, putting my best smile on display.

“To escort you of course. We can’t have our emissary run into danger now, can we?”

“So, you’re not just avoiding the Shadow singer?”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, but I’d avoid him too if I had anywhere else to go instead of having to sit back and watch him flirt with my mate.”

I walked over to the window, the light pink and orange sky merged with the fluffy clouds so beautifully I wished I could paint it. Must be nice, to just be soft and beautiful and lovable, all the things I would never be. I have been built tough since a very young age, forced to be strong in order to survive, the only soft spot I ever had was ripped from me when I turned sixteen. Never again. Never again I would allow myself to be weak.

“I don’t care about those things.” I mused, the smile had long since slipped off my face.

“Watching your mate openly flirt with another?” he asked tentatively. My head snapped in his direction, not in shock but in warning. I wasn’t sure what he read on my face but he added, “I can see things more clearly than others,” – he pointed to his metal eye – “and we both have been cursed with the same affliction, it is easier to know where to look.”

I thought back to the times I’ve seen Azriel and Elain interact, how gentle and caring he had been with her, how she had blushed and smiled warmly at him. The look of heartache, of longing in Lucien’s face… had I been wearing the same look all this time? I wasn’t even sure I wanted Azriel to look at me like that, I just…it was enough for me if he didn’t hate me.

But the way he stared at me this morning, as if he didn’t know what to make of me, it reminded me of the first time we met…curiosity, that’s what it was.

If there was a tiny possibility of us getting along, maybe I should listen to Rhysand.

But now was not the time to think about that.

I clicked my tongue. “Wasn’t your friend supposed to be here already?”

Lucien sighed and took a seat in front of me, I turned my head back to the clouds.

“She’s running a little late, will be here any second.”

Maybe it was stupid of me to ask it outloud but if someone may understand, if someone may have an answer that would be him.

“Would you forgive her for treating you so poorly?” My eyes found his through the reflection on the window glass.

He knew I meant Elain.

“If she ever asks for it, then yes. If not…then what choice do I have but to forgive in order to move on?”

A small smile played on my lips. “You’re too good, Prince Charming. Couldn’t be me.”

He let out a small sensual laugh. “You’re good too, little raven, more than you give yourself credit for.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late” said a dark haired female bursting through the door. She carried a bag full of the Cauldron-knows-what, it tinkled with every step she took. “I hope you didn’t wait for too long.” She flashed a radiant smile at Lucien, genuine joy dancing in her onyx eyes at the sight of the Autumn male.

“It’s ok, we just got here.” He returned the smile.

I had to bite down my tongue to prevent myself from commenting on it. I leaned closer, peering over Lucien’s shoulder to the artifacts she displayed on the table. There were all sorts of things, medical instruments, prosthetics, cartography tools…this girl was very talented.

“What is this?” I asked, pointing to a small, gleaming golden sphere, intricately carved with what looked to be a diamond at its center, surrounded by three gold rings. Her eyes snapped at me as if she just realized I was in the room as well.

“Nuan, meet Y/N, she works for Rhysand. Y/N this is Nuan.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” She shook my hand. “That is – uh– a personal project, that I don’t know how it got here.” She chucked the piece back into the bag.

“Well, what does it do?”

“Nothing, yet. It’s just a prototype, more pretty than useful. It was supposed to be a soul locator, it should be embedded with a location spell and it’ll guide you to your loved one wherever they are, or anyone whose essence is entwined with the stone.”

“Brilliant.” I murmured under my breath but they heard it.

She smiled again. “Thank you.”

Something started to take form in my head, an idea, a little bit ridiculous and a little bit hopeful. A present for Solstice and a peace offering.

“Would you be willing to make something for me? I’ll pay you of course.” I said, already feeling the regret climbing up my mind.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

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Mor’s warm brown eyes met me through the full-length mirror in her room, she was dressed in a wine-colored dress that hugged every curve in her flawless body, long blond curls cascading over her shoulders and bold red lips adorned by a breathtaking smile. She was gorgeous, ethereal, in a way that didn’t make me want to rip the skin off of my own bones. How could someone be so similar yet so different to their own family? Mor’s brother had been brutally beautiful, in the way only a lethal predator would be. Blonde hair, strong, sharp features, and those dark eyes that could drag you into a pit of pure despair.

Some days it was particularly hard to look at Mor and not think of him, but unlike that beast of a male, she made me feel welcome and safe. I just had to breathe a couple of times and remind myself where I was at.

“You look like the night sky” her voice shook me out of my thoughts.

I smiled back at her and took one last glance at my figure in the mirror. I was clad in a fitting glimmering black dress, thin straps tied to the back of my neck, the fabric pooled atop the valley of my breasts, just under my cleavage and generously hugged them at the sides from where the skirt flowed like liquid to the floor. Mor had applied a delicate shiny powder to the top of my lids, some mascara and a rosé lip gloss.

I couldn’t stop staring at my obsidian black eyes, the thick lashes adorning them, the only thing I had inherited from my mother — such a beautiful tortured female she had been; but that was as far as my resemblance to her went, the harshness of my face…I had to thank my father for that, and the centuries of relentless anger. Only Mor could make such a face look beautiful. And I was grateful for that.

My sight moved to the small white scar atop of my right cheekbone, so pale it contrasted with my sun-kissed skin, and my hand rose on its own accord to graze the scarred tissue. It should have healed and disappeared on its own, it looked almost insignificant for it to leave a mark, but the cut had been deep enough to sever bone, and at the time I had refused to see a healer.

“What are you thinking of?” Mor asked softly. I turned around to face her.

“I’ve never apologized to you for what I did to your brother,” My voice came out a little strangled.

“And you never have to. You don’t apologize for surviving.” She frowned. “I am very aware of how cruel and evil my family is.”

“He was your only brother, Mor.”

“He was a monster, just like my father. You’re more family to me than he ever was.” She started and gave a little gentle squeeze to my arm. “You can talk to me, you know? About what…— about what happened. If you’d like. You don’t have to carry that weight alone.”

“I know, trust me I know..” I said, closing my fingers around the mark on my wrist “But I still can’t talk about it, the way you still can’t talk about what happened with Eris.”

She understood, more than anyone ever would. So she didn’t say anything else, instead she wrapped her arms around me in one of those tight embraces that help you put your soul back together a little bit.

“We’re gonna be late for dinner.” I laughed, she reluctantly let go.

“I got you a present” Mor pulled out a dark blue velvet box from her nightstand “Just don’t flash it around Amren if you wanna keep it.” She joked.

Inside sat a silver necklace encrusted with diamonds and lilac crystals. It was by far the most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned. She made quick work of wrapping it around my neck and carefully set it atop my collarbones.

“Thank you, it is gorgeous, truly. Your present is down stairs, along with the rest” I said with an apologetic smile.

She smirked knowingly. “Except for that one,” a manicured finger pointed to the little black box with a blue ribbon sitting on the corner of her desk. I blushed. I was still debating whether it was a good idea to bring it or not. “Who’s the lucky one?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh shut up, I already regret it.”

She laughed. “Well, if your dress doesn’t leave him speechless that sure will.” She winked, linked my arm to hers and winnowed us to the River House.

The evening was going uneventfully, I had convinced Lucien to at least join us for dinner and had spent a good amount of time just speaking with him, waiting for everyone else to gather. He was having a tough time adjusting to this Court, if it weren’t for the job Rhysand had offered that had him traveling most of the time I’m pretty sure he would hardly interact with anyone here. Not to mention his situation with Elain…so I figured he could use a friendly face and an invitation to be part of the group.

We were half way through some appetizers, chatting animatedly about the time he spent in the human lands when I felt him. His dark stare was charged with something I couldn’t quite place and for some reason it made me nervous. I was used to lust, and hate and loathing; had seen many males direct that same looks at me through the years, but this was different. Azriel wasn’t wearing his typical bored expression, nor the harsh one he seemed to reserve just for me. It was strange but not completely unpleasant.

Lucien caught sight of what had drifted my attention away from the conversation and politely excused himself to fetch more wine in time for Cassian to step up, Azriel closely behind.

The general let out a low flirty whistle. “Now, that’s a dress” he spun me around while I laughed. “Looking good, Y/N”

“Thank you Cass. It’s nice to see you with a shirt on for a change” I joked. He stuck his tongue out at me.

“I just know you love to see me shirtless” He winked and went to say hi to Mor.

Azriel was still standing beside me, a little awkward and more tense than before. His wings had gone taut behind his back. I met his hazel stare and brace myself for a nasty comment. None came.

“Hi” he said.

It was odd to be standing next to each other and for once not being in a yelling match throwing insults left and right.

“Hi,” My reply came out softer than I expected. Still I couldn’t fully let my guard down.

“I haven’t seen you around much these days.”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy.”

“Rhys told me you were helping Helion with something” Azriel’s dark eyebrow raised in curiosity.

It was partially true, I’ve been coming and going between our courts, Helion has been showing me around the archives where I was to work if I decided to accept the offer. It was a beautiful place and his people had been nothing short of welcoming. But I didn’t want to think about that just yet, after tonight I still have three days to give him an answer.

“ Yes, he needed me to go through some stuff, research. Why were you looking for me?” I asked, mirroring his expression.

“I- I wanted to tell you that I tracked a pattern in the route of the missing fae, it goes all the way up to Vallahan.”

“You think the Court of Nightmares is trading slaves to Vallahan?”

“It’s a possibility. But since we don’t have any jurisdiction there, I thought that maybe we could intercept the caravan before they crossed the border out of Prythian.”

“You want me to come with you?”

I couldn’t help the incredulous look from my face, as if he had grown a second head.

“Sure, it is your mission after all.” he shrugged, taking a sip from his wine.

“What happened to you’re not as good as you think you are?” I mused, repeating his words.

“I was quick to judge, and you were right. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But I guess that’s what we do, isn’t it? Fight and yell and hurt.”

I wanted to ask him why, why does he hate me so much? We weren’t always like this, where had it gone wrong? But the words died in my throat, it was a conversation I wasn’t sure I was ready to have. Even now, I could feel the tension between us, gnawing at my insides, at the bond I had buried so deep that it felt more like a phantom limb than an actual living thing.

I could treat him with dignity but I wouldn’t trust my most vulnerable side to him. To bring the subject up was to let him see the anguish of these years, the anger and the tears I had shed because of it. That was simply out of the table.

“Yeah, I guess it is.” Azriel averted his gaze away, at the rest of the party, to Lucien and Cassian.

“Do you enjoy it?” I asked. His wings twitched.

“No. Do you?”

I shook my head. “Then why do we keep up with it?”

“I don’t know, maybe I just don’t know how else to act around you.”

“You’re not a dick to anyone else though, just me. I’ve seen it.”

“And you don’t deserve it, I shouldn’t let you affect me that much”

My eyes snapped back to his, he seemed shocked for a moment, realizing what he just said. He opened his mouth, maybe to try and explain what he meant by that but then Feyre walked in, along with her sisters. Elain was the embodiment of beauty and grace, dressed in a baby pink gown with a pattern of roses embroidered into the bodice. She looked lovely, and of course I wasn’t the only one who thought that. I caught Lucien frozen in his spot, eyes glued to the middle Archeron sister. I didn’t want to see if Azriel was watching too.

“She’s gorgeous.” I murmured, suddenly very aware of myself.

Don’t you dare compare yourself. Mor’s sharp voice sounded in my head as a reminder.

I could feel Azriel’s assessing stare boring into me and I turned to face him. He kept silent for a long minute, just staring, eyebrows furrowed. What was he looking for in my face? I couldn’t fight the blush from creeping up my cheeks. Had he known what I was thinking?

“She is,” he stated, his voice a velvet murmur.

I could have sworn something inside of me thrummed with the sound of it in a pleasant way. And the feeling was enough to startle me.

Before I could attempt to open my mouth, a familiar figure appeared in my peripheral vision, just behind his back.

Elain, in all her radiant beauty capturing the attention of everyone in the room, approached Azriel with a gentle smile. The Shadowsinger's eyes flickered towards Elain, momentarily captivated by her presence. I couldn’t stand the awful feeling of being overshadowed. This was actually the first time in years I had a civil-enough conversation with Azriel, and it was short-lived.

I had to excuse myself, to retreat from the scene that had turned uncomfortable, if not a bit sour. Forcing a polite smile I turned to walk away and addressed Azriel, "I’m going to check on Cass. You know…this was actually not awful, Shadowsinger."

Azriel's gaze shifted back to me, a flicker of regret in his eyes. It was gone half a second later. "Perhaps we can continue this conversation another time."

With a nod, I made my way toward the exit, still very confused and shaken up with unspoken emotions. I couldn't bear to witness Azriel's attention fully claimed by Elain, the realization of an unrequited longing becoming too painful to endure.

As I stepped out of the room, into the welcoming chilling air that brought the change of season, it wasn’t Cassian standing in the garden, but Lucien. A conflicted look on his face.

“Aren’t you freezing out here?” I asked, joining him in the solitude of the night.

He shook out of whatever trance he had been in, and painted a little smile for me. “No. I’m a male of autumn, remember? I’ve got fire in my veins.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Seriously, what are you doing here by yourself?”

“The same as you, it seems.” He took a look behind me, past the open door to the ballroom.

“I just needed some fresh air”

“Do you want me to leave?.”

“No. No, it 's ok. I like the company.”

“Likewise” he smiled a bit more genuine this time.

“It’s almost time for presents and I,uh— I got you something.” I reached into that night-filled pocket between worlds and pulled out a small amulet. Completely ignoring the other thing I had storage in there. “I know you love to travel and you always get a piece of those places with you so I thought I could give you this”

I pushed the amulet into his hand, it was crafted into the shape of a golden fox with a thin chain and a bow attached to its back. He examined the little thing, curiosity shining in his warm eyes.

“It’s a safe charm from the lands of the north, for travelers and wanderers. Or so they said” I shrugged.

He turned his attention to me, tucking the amulet into the pocket of his vest, and I could’ve sworn that flame licked his russet eye – bright and alive.

“You didn’t have to do this. Thank you, I really like it” Lucien’s deep voice was so cheery it made me smile.

“Sure I did, you’re my friend.”

“I’m glad we met, little raven.” He smiled. “I got you something as well, it’s inside along with the others, let me get it for you.”

Before I could reply he was already half way through the door of the ballroom. A couple of seconds later, it was Rhys who emerged in his place.

“What are you doing here? I thought I saw Lucien rushing past”

I chuckled. “I just needed to think for a moment.”

Rhys’s feline smile adorned his dark features like a shooting star, and he folded his arms in front of his chest. “Have you thought about what I suggested?”

Taking a shuddering breath I answered “yes, in fact I have”

“And?” he quirked an elegant eyebrow.

“And I got a peace offering, a present — sort of.” I took the small box out from that in between worlds space, and fiddled with the blue ribbon. “But I don’t know Rhys, maybe it’s too much. It feels weird.”

“Nonsense.” He said, tugging me by the elbow into the house. “Come on, I’ll be the mediator in this situation.”

“It’ll be even more mortifying if you’re watching.” I said, trying to hold my ground.

But he didn’t listen, Rhys kept dragging me through the rooms, searching for the Shadowsinger. I exchanged looks with Mor at some point, pleading she’ll come to my rescue, she just laughed it off and winked. Traitor. I even tried puppy eyes at Cassian, he was too busy staring at Nesta.

It wasn’t until Rhys pushed open the doors to the sitting room that he stopped, back going stiff. I peered over his shoulder and the scent struck me harder than the scene developing in front of us. The room was charged with its sweet sickening smell, desire. That’s what it was. I didn’t even register Azriel’s scarred hand drop from Elain’s delicate neck, because my lungs wouldn’t let any air in. He turned to us, to Rhys, sensing the intrusion.

“Azriel.” Rhys called, his voice as dark as the night. A warning.

The shadowsinger looked startled, ashamed even, of being caught like this. I couldn’t even look at Elain.

His hazel eyes found me behind Rhys and his expression turned stone cold. My head was buzzing and it overwhelmed me so much I could only think of getting rid of the damned box in my hand. Its weight was suddenly too heavy for me to carry.

Violet eyes full of concern slid to me and Rhysand was about to speak but I shook my head. His lips formed a thin line.

“I – uh, — I’m gonna see if Lucien wants some dessert.” I mused, barely audible for Rhys to hear. My throat felt tight as I attempted to flee.

Azriel’s vicious voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

“You…” His anger-twisted face snapped in my direction and he was about to blurt whatever hurtful thing was on his mind but Rhys interrupted him.

“Azriel, my office. Now.” The High Lord commanded.

Azriel pinned me to the spot with a cold look. And I couldn’t do anything but stand in the middle of the room, trying to breathe.

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acotar-taylorsversion · 1 month

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Another Little Rant

I'm sorry, but not everyone wants Lucien.

Not his court. Not his brothers. Not Tamlin. Not his mate.

Rhys only puts up with him for the sake of an alliance. And I think Feyre only keeps him around because of the friendship they once had. Azriel hates him and I don't think Cassian, Mor, and Amren care enough to about him to really say anything.

This is why he's finding his own place and home with the Band of Exiles. Hence the name.

Now, don't go thinking I hate Lucien. I can hear y'all now thinking I'm the worst person because I don't put him on a pedestal. I don't particularly care for him. I only see him being beneficial to Vassa's story, because I do think the small moments between them are cute and they might actually mean something. I'm convinced that this is one of the very few reasons why she has kept him around this long. I never found Lucien as this exciting, funny character. I almost put down acotar when it first came out because I found Tamlin boring and Lucien annoying and I was convinced Feyre was either gonna end up with the boring one or the annoying one (but then Rhys came along 🥰). The only thing that got me through the beginning of acomaf was because I could smell feysand from a mile away. And don't even get me started on the end of that book.

I don't see the appeal in elucien at all. I'm convinced the only reason people support that ship is because of the fact that they are mates and they have this unusual obsession with Lucien. Don't know why, honestly. I don't know how people can read where Elain literally loses her newfound boldness, shrinks into herself, and literally hides in the kitchen refusing to pour water in a cup to make him tea and think "omg I can't wait for them to fall in love 😍." Like, if Sarah makes them endgame then I will be convinced that she forgot about every other acotar book she has written. And don't say "well if you don't want to read about fated mates, don't read acotar." She's talking about rejecting the bond and exploring what happens after and who's the only other couple who hasn't accepted their bond yet? Yeah, that's right, Elain and Lucien. I can only assume it's gonna be them who reject the bond. And yes, that would mean Lucien not having his mate. But, you know what, he's a grown ass man and he's not the baby everyone treats him to be. "Poor baby Lucien, he'll be so heartbroken." "He deserves his mate, he deserves to be happy."

Like what about Elain? Eluciens don't care about Elain at all and nothing will ever convince me that they do. She has found her place in the Night Court with her sisters, and her new friends. She is happy there. She is finally accepting her new life now, and she's doing all of that without Lucien.

Sorry for the rant, y'all. I don't care if no one likes this or comments on this or anything. this is my blog and it is my safe place to express how I feel at certain moments.

And, please if you disagree with me, then by all means let me know. I'm open to any and all discussions.

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 3 months

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Made it to chapter 16 today which means Feyre and I have both had our first impressions of Rhysand's Inner Circle and ohhhhhhh boy

Its hard to pinpoint why exactly, but theres something so discomforting about watching them interact. I think the main thing is that for all their "casual-ness", theres still clearly a rigid hierarchy between them and they all seem to 'know their place' so to speak, its not at all like Lucien and Tamlin's relationship in the first book which genuinely felt like a friendship that was unburdened by their status or positions. Like, theres this one moment where Mor and Amren are like kinda bickering with each other i guess, and Feyre remarks that Mor is probably super powerful if she dares talk back against Amren (in an incredibly minor matter Im pretty sure but I already forgor ngl) and because this is the book where Feyre's perspective starts being Objectively Correct all the time, I guess that's true, I guess the only reason someone would dare voice their opinion on something to this friend group is if they were physically more powerful because otherwise you just level a fucking mountain during an argument

Anyway, Im gonna switch topics for a short moment but I promise this diversion is relavant to the point above. So, sometimes when I go into the anti-tags on here looking for criticisms or complaints of the books, I instead find anti-ship posts that are mainly just about trash-talking some ship, mostly ones relating to that whole Elucien/Elriel/Gwynriel shipwar, which I already have thoughts on but I'll save those for later. In any case, one day I stumbled upon this pretty long anti-elriel post about how the gifts Elain gives Azriel on winter solstice arent actually cute and it describes how she gave him like, herbs that help with headaches "because his friends are always giving him headaches" apparently. And then that post went on a whole rant about how insensitive that was of her and that she doesnt actually understand Azriel's dynamic with his close friends, but honestly, judging from this chapter Elain was absolutely spot on

And I usually wouldn't say this because yknow, its only one chapter and we're probably gonna get the nuances of their relationship later, but this is a book written by Sarah J Maas, her characters and their relationships are rarely particularly deep and, more importantly, her writing is incredibly unsubtle. If Azriel was in any way fond of his friends shenaningans I wouldve noticed it, because Feyre wouldve noticed it like 15 times during that whole dinner. But she didnt.

Its especially bad for Cassian and Azriel because it feels like Cassian thinks they have this great rapport but Azriel just genuinely kinda dislikes him. Not to mention that whole fucking mess with Azriel and Mor and Cassian and Mor having sex so she wouldnt get married off or whatever, good god how is every conversation between them not insanely awkward

Even beyond that, idk man, theyre all just so insufferable. I dont understand how Amren, ancient eldritch being trapped in a fae body that she is, can stand to be around them, I wouldve left them 5 centuries ago if I was her. I guess the explanation is that she finds the government position interesting but its like, youre SECOND to the most boring and annoying man on the planet only kinda ruling over a court that you dont even actually care about from everything Ive heard. Again, if I was in Amren's position I would not be hanging out in an APARTMENT in a boring ass city at the behest of a quartett of stupid bozos, I wouldve weaseled my way into being the personal advisor of Beron or some shit so I could watch the Vanserra Family Drama unfold live

There was one good thing about this discomforting dinner though, and that was how inexplicably gay Cassian was for Rhysand. He was really out there, looking at him with such love, calling him pretty twice in like two minutes being all "I knew I wanted a piece of him the moment I first saw him, the high lord's pretty son" like okay. I know what you are

#istg the most entertainment Ive gotten out of these books so far are the crumbs of homoeroticism #anti acomaf #anti sjm #anti rhysand #anti inner circle #flames and darkness liveblog

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readychilledwine · 2 months

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3 facts about your OCs aaaaaand go!

*blinks slowly* all... all my ocs?

Warning - long post

Aelia (Broken)

Her favorite holiday is Solstice Eve. She doesn't care if it's not an actual holiday. She will throw hands over this topic

She's been begging Rhys for sunken greenhouse for a while. He doesn't understand why they'd need it, but he's coming around.

Aelia can control the weather. Happy? Large snowfall. Angry? Blistering heat and humidity. Sad? Thunderstorms all day.

Rhiannon (Requiem for a Dream)

Rhiannon hates hard candy. Which works for Azriel. It's the weirdos favorite.

She's only ever had sex with Rhys. Both due to insecurities from her father ripping her wings off her back, and because when you already fuck a God, why would you settle for disappointment?

Rhiannon became so in touch with the realm during her father's imprisonment of her and Azriel that she began to be able to speak to it similarly to Azriel and his shadows. It caught Rhysand's father's attention, and he forced her to stay close to him. If Hybern so much as pissed near a log during the first war, Rhiannon knew.

Lyria Vanserra (Slow Hands)

Lyria spent 39 years being owned by Rhys UTM. She was the one who'd originally dance for him at parties until Feyre came. Their relationship is complex, loving, and so deeply rooted into both of them, Rhys may have married her had he never met Feyre.

Lyria is Helion's and Beron knows, Lucien he questions, but Lyria he knows. He found out when Lyria was 5. She was cuddling on his lap in his office and annoyed because the sun was in her eyes, preventing her from sleeping on her daddy. She ended up forcing the sun to change position and instantly fell asleep in his arms. That was the first and only time LoA saw Beron cry because of how emotionally hurt he was. Beron pretended not to know he wasn't Lyria's father until she was sold to Rhys. He loved her too much to let her go.

Lyria is also banned from the Summer Court. Cassian destroyed a building. Lyria streaked through one. That building happened to be a temple. She doesn't remember why she's banned. Only that her and Tarquin were having fun until some lady came and yelled at them.

Seren (Death of Peace of Mind)

She's my cuntiest OC in that she serves and is one.

Seren will not wear a dress that costs less than 90 gold marks. It made sewing for her a pain for her mother, but her father absolutely loved showering her with the finest silks, hand-made lace, and furs.

Seren hates chocolate. It's a trait that she's pretty sure actually runs in their family, but Rhys pretends to enjoy it so people don't judge him. Seren doesn't care if you judge her. Your taste buds are wrong. Not hers.

Aerilyn (Flight Patterns)

Aerilyn speaks 20 languages due to how often her and the dragons move. Arguably, she may be the smartest person in the room for that reason.

Aerilyn would rather sleep in the pit with her little pack than on a bed. She's snuck out several times to do it and snuck in to make sure she wasn't caught.

Aerilyn is unaware that she has powers. She thinks her relationship with the dragons is completely normal for a rider.

Kaylee Archeron (Bound by Fate)

Kaylee is heavily based off of snow-white, and I mean that. So spoiler if you know the story.

Kaylee hates wearing pants. Azriel stares too much when she does, and she doesn't get why. She's just Kaylee. There's nothing to stare at. (Besides that ass)

Elain gardens, Nesta reads, Feyre painted, Kaylee does sketches. Preferably animals, and babies. Kaylee loves babies.

Amelia Archeron (Kissed by Fire)

Amelia doesn't have hobbies. She was so busy working in the brothel that for years she lost herself.

Amelia dreams of traveling the world and far-off places. Her drawer on the dresser was painted like a map with autumn leaves in the corners

Amelia and Lucien have a close relationship. Both of them are closer to each other than they are any of their siblings. He's the little brother she always wanted. She's the big sister Lucien always needed.

Seraphina Vanserra (Lollipop)

Sera was raised UTM. She's desensitized to cruelty to where she doesn't even realize it is happening. Seraphina lacks some social skills and cues because of this as well. Cassian adores that.

Seraphina was never allowed to train her powers because she is a female and because Amarantha took them when she was young. She has no clue what she can do or who she is.

She became a hopeless romantic after sneaking out of the mountain one night and seeing the night sky for the first time. Rhysand was the one who found the 15 year old, and instead of punishing her or forcing her back inside, he told her the stories behind all the constellations.

Briar (Suprises)

Briar is the cause behind both Spring and Night losing their previous high lords and their mates. At least she feels that way despite Rhysand telling her that her father was an abusive male

Briar once asked Rhys why they weren't just one giant poly family. The answer was Mor. He said it'd be too weird.

Briar has planned the gardens of Day, Night, and Dawn since she left Spring. She has sketches laying them out every year, and Rhys keeps the old ones safe. He looks at them when she's busy and he misses her.

Irelina (Early Mornings)

Irelina is from the only Illyrian camp that does not clip wings, and she is technically the overseer of said camp. She has hands she trusts to watch it in her place so she can be with Cassian.

Irelina was actually seeing Azriel before the Bond snapped between her and Cassian. She loved Azriel too much to let him go, though, and he loved her and Cass so much that the three became a throuple.

Irelina once had to correct someone for calling Cassian "Irelina's husband." Cassian promptly told them they were correct, and that was his name.

#elizabeths.updates #send anons #send asks #get to know my ocs

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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being the st. cassian chamber choir members younger sibling

pairing: st. cassian chamber choir x gn reader (platonic)

warnings: swearing and mentions of violence

a/n: inspired by a conversation @juneberrie and i had <3

masterlist

Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

babies you

literally refers to you as “the baby” to the rest of the choir

“sorry guys i have to go pick up the baby!”

also she keeps you away from your parents at all times

makes you lunch because she knows they’ll give you a cheese sandwich made from human breast milk…

her sandwiches are normal cheese!!

anf also gives you apple juice

she loves you sm and is very overprotective, sending mischa to destroy anyone who bothers you

Noel Gruber

acts like he’s annoyed by you

(he is not, will literally kill for you and secretly loves you v much but obviously he’s never gonna tell you that)

calls you little dumbass

would switch between being nice to you and being mean

“good morning you stinky ass hoe! you look great” <3

forbids you from doing any reckless without him

ocean would definitely try to befriend you

Mischa Bachinksi

THE overprotective brother

can and will murder someone for you

upset over something? someone will be mysteriously disappearing tonight

head pats are a thing

when he walks past you best believe he’s patting your head

you sleep in the basement with him because his parents were ready for toddlers, not you two

yes you know about talia no you haven’t met her no you don’t know if she’s real

he also plans to take you back to the ukraine with him <33

Ricky Potts

you hear random star trek music and the cats musical from his room at like around 2am

invites you to watch with him

a good brother <33 looks out for you and probably gets the choir too

i don’t think hed open up to you about zolar until your like 13 or you find a notebook filled with it and force him to explain

has like a 6th sense and somehow knows when your upset

and he barged into your room like “what’s wrong and do i have to send penny after someone”

speaking of penny she LOVES you

your older sister figure

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

the best sister ever

gives you piggy back rides

the choir will be waiting for her before rehearsals and she just has this child on her back

“uh… who’s your friend?” “this is my sibling y/n”

ricky comes over a lot so you get close with him

he can’t give you piggy back rides but he gives penny little things to give to you

she doesn’t have a licence but she takes you to get ice cream everyday

would buy you the whole stand if you asked

Constance Blackwood

helps you with hw <3

if you can’t figure something out or just give up she bribes you with sweets to make you finish it

it works every time

a movie lover and will binge watch anything with you

also gets you into a lot of fandoms

cough httyd cough

a trolls 2 fan and gives you the most SERIOUS FACE EVER when you make a pinkie promise with her

it’s actually scary

taglist: @phoneymedic @juneberrie @starlit-epiphany @presidentroarie

#mars writing 🧈#rtc #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #rtc x reader #x reader #ocean o’connell rosenburg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb #constance blackwood

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nestaswhore · 2 years

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i literally can’t get over SJM’s approach to writing men and women, and the way she thinks about them in her head

in multiple parts of the interview she brings up nesta’s bad behaviour. says she doesn’t need to be an asshole forever. talks about a minor arc in acosf where nesta was being scared her friends would find out what a ‘piece of shit’ she is and i’m not here to argue if these things are true or not because YES nesta has been a bitch to people and god the text has reminded us about 1000 times what a horrible person nesta is and how horrible she’s been to others in her life. which fine that’s totally fair. but the way she calls out nesta and then waxes poetic about the men is just vile

from the interview it’s clear, in SJM’s opinion, growth for nesta means not being an asshole anymore forget dealing with her immense feelings of self hatred and unworthiness, nesta always needs to be indebted to feyre and the inner circle but to go on these long talks about nesta being horrible, nesta growing, nesta accepting she’s done terrible things AND THEN dead ass turn around and sing about the utter perfection that is rhysand and cassian ??? are you actually kidding me ???

do i even need to go into what rhys and cassian have done wrong? rhys can do all the absolutely shitty things he’s done from the moment he was introduced to hiding medical information from his wife in the latest book and … he’s perfect? cassian can exhibit about 700 pages worth of red flag behaviour where he is most certainly NOT perfect or good or amazing and it’s not even a slight mention?

i can’t really formulate my thoughts into words on this topic properly because there’s just so much to cover but it’s so irritating and annoying. and just makes sarah look like she’s oddly obsessed with the men in her series and condones seriously toxic behaviour from men and then calls it ‘the way every woman should want to be treated by their partner’

even if you’re the greatest nesta anti on the planet and you manifest every day that nesta dies in the next book, do you still think the way SJM handles men and women is okay? like stan rhys all you want but we all know he is farrrr from perfect. same goes for cassian

ugh idk everytime i hear SJM talk about nesta i get so irritated. how is she actually preaching about writing healthy relationships where the man is ‘only there to uplift the woman’ if she can’t even see the red flags IN HER OWN WRITING AND WORK

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casuallivi · 1 year

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The Midnight Kiss

from a thoughtful elriel piece, to this silly fest. Me in a nutshell. sorry guys, I could not find a movie reference for this one nailing the date pace killed me, I wanted to be organic, but not boring, but comical, but not too much, and here comes cass/mor screams into the void so here's a pretty pic of breadticks 😬

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 5: Not the girl you are used to

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Do you honestly believe you can trick me into saying yes?”

Cassian grinned like an idiot, thumb swiftly skating on his phone keyboard, texting God knows who. “You used to fall for that.”

One would think he wasn’t so interest in the conversation, but Azriel knew his brother, could read the tension on his unstoppable tapping feet, the nervous twirl of the watch on his wrist, the childish attempt to beat him by exhaustion. Azriel ignored him. Cass could try all he wanted, but he was not agreeing to this insanity.

Tablet perched on his knee, he continued to work through a selection of garment choices for the winner of the Revelation Designer Award to choose from.

You see, Azriel didn’t believe in unpredictable events, because that would mean he wasn’t prepared for the “incident” happening, and Azriel was always prepared. In order to be ready, he spent a copious amount of time building back-up plans, which had proven to came in had along the years. His, wasn’t the least stressful way of managing a department, but sure was an efficient one. Needless to say he had nearly to none free time. Cassian, on the other hand, seemed to have a lot to spare, deciding to dedicate a part of his day into trying to annoy Azriel to submission.

Azriel had no interested in satisfying his brother’s current itch. A cunning, blond haired itch, who he also had no intention of getting involved with anymore. That’s why he was using this meaningless reunion - more of a one-on-one with his brother - to look through the strongest candidates’ portfolios, selecting D-Day outfits.

“Come one man, you are not thinking this straight. She’s the hottest model these days, runway elite.” Cassian moved forward, pushing a video of Morrigan in Azriel’s face, braving her latest runway in goddamn lacy red lingerie. Her color. Nope, do not go there. “She’ll be a good addition to our catalog.”

Azriel averted his eyes, crossing a giant ‘X’ in the current dress with a little more strength than necessary, the pen scratching the glass. Nope. He’d not be looking either.

“Hiring her for a sporadic shoot is doable, signing an exclusivity contract is dumb, a waste of money. She’s a runaway model, we’d have to compensate her that, pay her contract breaching, pay her even when she’s not working. You are the money man Cass, you know is not worth it.”

“She’s so fucking hot, tho. Trust me when I say she’ll raise our sales. Who wouldn’t want to see a hot girl getting delivery to their home monthly? Hell, I’d sign our magazine.”

"You don't sign our magazine?"

"Why would I sign our magazine?"

Azriel rubbed his forehead, the familiar pressure of a stress-induced headache making itself know.

That’s why his brother managed the money, not the people. The only people he got involved with, were the ones with an ass he was interested in tapping. And that is why he was pushing Azriel to sign an exclusivity contract with Morringan, as if they were a fucking model agency. Cassian might have the CEO position, but thankfully their grandfather left them the same amount of shares. Over his dead body he’d bring Morrigan closer.

“Marinos isn’t about hotness. We are a fashion magazine, Cass. A collection doesn’t sell itself simply by being clothes, is all about how we display them, the ambience, the models. It’s an art of luring the public into seeing themselves in the pages. We have to be diverse, keep it fresh.

“She is fresh!” Cassian argued, leaving his phone on the small table between them, tapping aggressively on the screen, the video rolling. “Look at her. She approaching that milf zone which makes her extra bangable to horny teens.” He held his hands up, palms flat in the air, making the universal sign of a balance. “They enhance their spank bank; we double our sales. It’s a win-win.”

Azriel slapped his brother’s phone face down, his disdain palpable. How Cass could address to someone, who he claimed to be in a serious relationship with, in such a way, was beyond him.

“You are disgusting. And she doesn’t have kids.”

Cassian laughed. “You don’t need kids to be a milf, baby bro,” he enunciated the words as if Azriel was slow. “You only need to be past a women’s prime, which we all know is in her twenties, and still be freakishly hot. Have you seen Mor? Check and check. We like to pretend they are a hot mom without the burden of a bastard running around.” Cassian winked, taking his phone. “Besides, Mor won’t be working much longer. I counting on you to help me make her retirement transition easier.”

Azriel stiffed on his chair.

Morrigan was doing what?

Bubbling laughter erupted from him, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes. Cassian stared at him as if he was insane. My god, he didn't laugh like this in ages. Morrigan would never retire, she loved her job more than life itself. That girl would probably die in a runway, her stone-cold heart finishing its complete transition into a block of ice.

"Are you having a stroke?" Cassin asked, confused.

“Did she tell you that? Did she say she was retiring?”

“She doesn’t have to tell everything, baby bro. Her man knowns.” Her man thought he leashed the untamable Morrigan. Her man knew shit. “She’s turning 34 soon,” Azriel knew that already, they were the same age, “it’s time.”

"Time for what?"

"For her retirement."

“You are so full of shit. Morrigan won't retire, she loves her job.” It’s the only thing she loves. “She won’t quit. She’ll never quit.”

Cassian slouched on the chair, spreading his legs to assert dominance.

“You are full of opinions about Mor today.”

“We were childhood friends. I believe I can judge her inability to drop her career for a man.”

The brothers have met Morrigan when they first moved to America to live with their grandparents. Their grandma quickly pairing Mor and Azriel in the same classes and extracurricular activities. Cassian was around too, but didn’t had much interest for the younger girl in pigtails running around with his brother. She sure had his attention now, wheater she liked it or not.

“Trust me, Mor is settling down. She has a man now, a provider, no need to tire herself crossing the globe all year long. Don’t give me that face. I’m telling you how man thinks.”

“I am a man.” Azriel stressed.

“You are, aren’t you. For a second there I had my doubts.” Cassian mused, remembering how he caught his brother getting cozy with Elain inside the elevator, their ride from hell…

Cassian scratched his stubble, contemplating the recent changes in Azriel's behavior.

His stoic brother, who could not get along with any women introduced to him, scaring them away with his blunt remarks and cold indifference, had been uncharacteristically catering to the girl who used to eye-fuck Cassian from across the room, giving him sunny smiles and entertaining him with dirty jokes. Now her looks where few and further apart, Elain hiding her snort behind her hand instead of giving him a full belly laughter, avoid responding to his innuendos with something dirtier, as she usually would. An unexplainable queasiness twisted in his stomach.

“Speaking of being a man. You and Lainy,”

"Elain.” Azriel corrected with annoyance. “Her name is Elain, not this ridiculous nasal stretch you do.”

“You and Lainy are close now, huh.” Cassian repeated the nickname to spite him, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the arm rest. “Close enough for you to take her home… mouth fuck under the moonlight...”

“Jesus Christ.” Azriel rubbed his face, wishing to be anywhere but here. “Your vocabulary is superb Cass, keep it up.”

“What? You were the one dry humping the girl in front of everyone.”

“No one was dry humping, your sick fuck. I don’t know what you do in your relationship, but us, normal folks, we can kiss for the sake of it, no hidden agenda.” Azriel was not cut out for the lifestyle his brother led. To kiss and bed anyone without knowing where their mouths and body might have been before? No thank you. Hard pass.

“You seriously dating the girl?” Azriel nodded, once. Cassian snorted. “Bullshit. I never saw you with a single girlfriend.”

Azriel watched his brother, his restless hand. His brow furrowed. Were Cassian and Elain closer than he anticipated? He knew they were friends, but this. This was something else.

“I didn’t see you either, now look at you.” He eyed the shinning gold band on his brother finger. A commitment ring. Ten years and he couldn’t get Mor to even address him as her fucking boyfriend, but one month was apparently enough to date his brother and get a ring stuck in her finger. Her words, not his.

“People will notice.”

“Say it a regular ring. I’ll get you an inconspicuous one.”

“I can’t have a ring constantly stuck in my finger, Az, it will give me tan lines. People will notice.”

“It’s different. I’m chick magnet, didn’t had a girlfriend by choice, fucked plenty of them, tho." His smug was presumptuous. "You, on the other hand, I never saw you with anyone. Why now? Why her?”

Because Elain is capable of shutting my mind down, she rambles so much I can’t hear myself thinking, can’t think about girls I shouldn’t be thinking. Because Elain made a crazy suggestion when I needed a light. Because Elain is the first woman I enjoyed kissing in a long time. Because Elain doesn’t make me hate myself. Because I want to live like a normal man being loved by a normal woman.

Azriel didn’t voiced the answers. None of them were for his brother’s peace of mind. His deal with Elain was private, there was no need to explain the reasons that bound them to Cass.

“You are awfully interested in my girlfriend.”

“Can you blame me? We figured you’d be coming out of the closet any day now. Then puff, you appear with a girlfriend.”

Azriel glared at him.

“I’ve told you, I’m not gay.”

“Well, now I know that. Cousin Rhys will be thrilled to know he won.”

“You and Rhys made a bet on me?" Cassian grinned. "Assholes.”

Hell yeah he bet on him. Azriel had always been a weird kid, full of don’t-touch-me, all worried about wrinkles on his clothes. Plus, the fact that never introduced a single girl to them, never talked about hook up, or dates, or dalliances of any kind was very suspicious. Cassian sat straighter in his chair, an idea occurring to him.

“Wait. Is this one of those fake-dating situations? You and Rhys working together?”

Okay, Azriel had enough. His brother had nothing of important to discuss, and he had a lot of work to do. He collected his things and got up.

“Damn, little Lainy sure is a good actress. I didn’t know she had it in her.”

Azriel flipped his brother on his way out.

“Marino. For two.”

The girl behind the small reception desk checked her system, confirming Azriel’s reservation.

“Follow me, please.”

Elain and Azriel walked behind the petite receptionist as they quietly moved between the tables filled with families, co-workers, friends, couples. Elain looked down to their joined hands. Azriel had taken a hold of hers soon as they were out of the car, Elain stopping dead in her track.

“What are you doing?”

“Building intimacy.”

“Over here.” The girl lead them to a round table by the window.

Tall framed glass from floor to ceiling, gave them a perfect view of the garden where the structure was built around, a magnificent fountain shooting jets in the sky, water lilies floating unbothered. Azriel pulled her chair and Elain sat down, nervous butterflies beat their wings desperately in her stomach, trying to break free. The girl gave them a set of menus, politely explaining that a waitress would take over.

Elain glanced discreetly at the other tables, trying to figure if theirs was the only one without breadsticks or if this place was too fancy to give them free munchables.

“What?” Azriel asked, following her gaze.

“Breadsticks,” she muttered.

She must have given him glutton vibes, because his eyes crinkled with amusement.

“We can order some if you’d like.”

"You a regular?" He shook his head.

"First timer. Didn't seem appropriate to take you to places I know." Did he want to keep her like a dirty little secret? Would you look at that. Elain was opening her mouth when he said, "I don't want us to make memories in soiled land. I rather start fresh, just you and I."

Elain closed her mouth. Oh, that's actually thoughtful. Her ears pinked on the tips, Azriel returning his eyes to the menu, thick black lashes nearly brushing his cheeks. Elain spied his new haircut, the slight fade on the sides making the perfect shape of his ears stand out, the glossy waves on top combed back in a stylish manner. He looked particularly handsome tonight, reading the menu with the same keen attention he’d give to a report, as if analyzing steak options required a minuntious evaluation of each option presented. Elain got so lost studying him that when the waitress came, she was yet to choose an option.

Azriel made his order with mastery, adding a bottle of wine by the year. Elain was impressed. She generally chose her wine by category; red or white. She fumbled with the menu, grieving at the lack of breadstick or fries. The waitress took pity on her, helping her though the most requested dishes, asking for her preferences in meat, finding her the perfect dish to order.

When she was gone, Azriel said.

“I booked us a hotel.”

Elain gasped exaggeratedly, wrapping her arms around her chest in a fake show of modesty. “How dare you? I’ve told you I’ll marry a virgin!”

The table beside their, containing what appear to be a squad of girlfriends in a night out, threw them suspicious glances, whispering heatedly amongst themselves. Azriel rolled his eyes.

“For the RD Award.” He reminded her. Elain needed no remind, she knew exactly what he meant, and she had no interest in it right now.

“Noooooo.” she let out a long-suffering whine, making him frown.

“Did you want to do that?”

“Don’t talk to me, I’m in mourning.” She used the napkin in her lap to dab the corners of her eyes, fake hiccups to match her fake tear. “I can’t believe I’m dating a man who talks about work on a night out. Lord, why have you forsaken me!”

A couple of snickers could be heard from the next table. Azriel rubbed his neck to mask his embarrassment, because her taunt was reasonable. He’d done it out of habit, used to interact with Elain in work related matters.

Despite is energetic disposition when it came to fashion, Azriel was an introvert who didn’t have much interest in anything else. In the past decade his life could be resumed in two things: Marinos and her. Azriel didn’t like people, didn’t have many friends, didn’t left his house unless he was working, didn’t travel unless he wanted to see her. After having to spend five days a week interacting with his employees, giving orders, creating back-up plans, correcting mistakes and solving endless problems, Azriel was perfectly fine spending his free time napping, eating home-made food, nursing a glass while a documentary rolled on the tv. It's how he recharged his energy. And for the dating department…

Truth be told, Azriel was a little rusty on the dating department. On the rare dates he agreed to go, he didn’t have to speak much, the women pretty content in talking about themselves, batting their lashes at him, intrigued by his silence, which they interpreted as a bad boy persona. They've read him wrong. Azriel wasn’t a bad boy, he didn’t have spare energy to invest in being one. Most times he was simple exhausted, uninterested, heartbroken, trying to distract himself to not think about her, trying to forget the woman who wasn’t a good parameter for quality time either.

Her name still caused him pain.

Mor.

He avoided using it, addressing her by the full name when necessary.

When he was with her, he was her secret, and he had to remain just that, a secret. Back them Azriel did lots of confidential encounters, last minute trips to where she’d be modeling, booking extravagant hotels for the pleasure of her company, appealing to secluded resorts if he wanted to see her outside a room, because their outings consisted in gathering with her friends, fund raisings and galas. Non-committal events that wouldn't put her in a spot she didn't want, because God forbid they were out, let’s say, enjoying a good meal, and someone spotted them.

“Now is not the time. My sponsors don’t like this kind of public attention. You know how prissy they are.”

“I’ve signed a no-dating clause, Az. I’ve told you that.”

“Please, please take me back. I won’t sign the clauses anymore, I’ll demand freedom in my personal life. I’m famous now, they have to listen to me!”

“Stop pressuring me! You are making me look like a villain. Look at everything I’ve done for you! They could sue me for being with you. Is that what you want? For me to be sue? Shunned from the spotlight?!”

“I’m sorry, Az. I’m really sorry. I don’t want it anymore; I don’t want to be a model if I can’t have you. I love you. You are my life.”

Elain rapped her knuckles gently on the table, giving him a worried look.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked gently.

Azriel sipped his water.

“That you are correct.”

Elain doubted. His expression had turned a little wistful, his shoulders sagging slightly. She decided not to comment on it, taking his lead to move the subject forward.

Azriel watched Elain sat higher in her chair, smugness pouring out of her. “That’s usually the case, but I’m glad you are finally admitting.” Her napkin went back to her lap. "Keep that energy when you wake up in the morning."

Azriel chuckled.

In the past, Azriel had judged Elain an airhead. Her eccentric persona and taste for crude jokes was far to similar to his brother’s, who couldn’t read the room to save his life. Cassian though himself the guru of flirting, but his inappropriate conducts had often rendered complains, Azriel having to arrange anti-harassment lectures to please the chief of HR. Azriel thought Cass would outgrow this childish fascination with making people uncomfortable as he grow older. He thought wrong. Turns out age was nothing but fuel to his shameless brother.

That’s why Azriel was instantly peeved with Elain, who strolled in his life with swaggering confidence and a sharp remark for everything, deeming her a female version of the brother who gave him constant headaches. Azriel was wrong again, but this time he was please to be. Now the paid her more attention, Azriel noticed Elain didn’t carry the same arrogant obliviousness as Cass. She was witty, outspoken, brazen even, having no problem in standing up to herself or what she believed, but she only joked around those closer to her, using her humor to make people at ease, to let them know she cared for them.

Sparkling chocolate eyes smiled at him.

Empathy wasn’t something Azriel was used to. It made him lightheaded.

Elain watched Azriel place one hand on top of the table, palm up, wiggling his long sumptuous fingers at her, the bronzed moisturized skin gleaming under the fluorescent lights. “Have I told you how lovely you look today?”

The word “lovely” coming out of his sinuous lips was enough to have her heart doing cartwheels. Her heart was trump. The useless lump of overly excited muscle had no business trying to beat out of her chest when Elain had put an extra effort in her appearance today. Gone were her everyday jeans and t-shirt, replaced by an elegant sage lily dress, the elastic ruched fabric ending with small ruffles around her knees, her pearl colored flats matching the pearl clips keeping her curls behind her ears, small sparkling dot adorning them.

Elain planted her palm in his. “Are you implying I don’t look lovely on the other days?”

“Would you drop dead if you spent a day of your life without contradicting me?” His voice lacked the usually annoyed undertone, his thumb tracing the path of her knuckles.

“Guess you’ll never find out.”

Elain put her free hand down as he had done, asking for his other hand, mimicking the strokes he gave her. Damn, this man’s hands were smooth as a baby bottom!.. is the rest of him this soft? Her thoughts slipped in a dirty tangent.

“I like your shirt.” The material of his dress shirt stretched comfortably over his chest, draping over his powerful arms, to end carefully folded around his elbows, leaving his forearms bare in a way he rarely did. The last time she had seen him sporting such a casual disposition, he stole her breath away. Literally. Elain licked her lips, her voice lower. “Black looks good on you.”

His lips tugged in the corner. “It is my color.”

“It is," she agreed in a daze

A tranquil atmosphere settled over them.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Mmh.”

“I'm glad I kissed you.”

Now she was full on blushing, her cheeks growing incredibly hot, especially when he lifted her hand to his face and kiss her palm. So, Elain did what she do best to mask embarrassment. She cracked a joke.

“My, my. I didn’t know you had it so bad. Tell me mister, how long have you been in love with me?”

“I’m not.” Azriel kissed her other palm, his gaze so intense she squirmed in her chair. Under the artificial light his eyes were all hazel, the fleeks of green hiding, waiting for the sunlight to unravel. “But I intend to be.”

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I hope I’m not being annoying but I just really need to rant about my hope that SJM puts feyre in a more prominent role in the next ACOTAR book. I thought her page time was a bit disappointing but not terrible in ACOSF (I mean, ideally I want her on every page. But seeing as that book was all Nesta Nesta Nesta and hardly any Cassian even…and with how bad a book it was, I’m fine with her staying away from whatever that was). But I was heartbroken over the fact she wasn’t in HOFAS at all!? After SJM teased her being there!? I mean, I get it wasn’t a big crossover and Nesta and Azriel were the highlights. But I can’t help but feel embarrassingly bitter that Nesta was highlighted so much in ACOWAR to the point it took away a bit from Feyre’s finale; Nesta was also the topic of conversation in ACOFAS and was at least a quarter of what Feyre-and other characters-were thinking about the whole book. Then the whole of ACOSF she had a terrible arc and her head is a nasty place to be, she was horrible to feyre the whole book and had that cheap ass lame ass “savior” moment at the end… I thought we could finally be free of her and see Elain shine, and get more Feyre. But then SJM put Nesta at the center of the crossover too?? And ended it by seemingly giving Nesta even more plot for her to do next ACOTAR book??? Ugh! I’m just so mad and I feel embarrassed complaining about my favs getting less page time and someone I hate getting too much spotlight but I’m just so mad. I really sincerely hope that while they were doing the crossover in HOFAS, Feyre, Elain, and maybe even Mor were doing other things that we will see in ACOTAR. And I hope feyre gets the respect she deserves. :/

You're not being annoying at all anon! Sorry for responding to this so late. I completely understand your frustrations. It was definitely annoying when I read bits of hofas and saw that despite SJM teasing a lot more acotar character content and acting like there would be more than there is there really wasn't much at all and everything we got was boring as shit. I feel like the way she presented this book and what we got were two very different things.

I definitely agree that the amount Nesta's character is being shoved down peoples throats is getting obnoxious at this point. She got her spin off book and her little story and I really don't think she needs more. Tbh though I wouldn't be too stressed about it since SJM in recent books can't follow through on a plot to save her own life. So many things brought up in CC1 and CC2 that either went absolutely nowhere or just were lightly touched on but didn't have the important it seemed like they would. So I honestly doubt the end of hofas is going to become as massive as we think it is, more likely than not the resolution to that is going to come from a pages long info dumping session where we find out the why but it doesn't actually get it's own plot and story... I mean that's basically how 90% of the mysteries established in the prior two CC books and a bit in ACOSF were handled in HOFAS. I honestly predict the same for the next acotar book lmao.

I also super desperately miss Feyre.. she's the main character and the heart of the acotar series and honestly such a comfort! I wouldn't worry too much though babe, I mean the crossover was basically worthless and just info dumping, I'm glad Feyre wasn't involved in that mess. I still think Elain's book is going to be next and I'm excited for that, Nesta will have a role and that's whatever ig but I'm not going to let a boring character whose book was bad ruin my enjoyment of Elain's book.

The main acotar series where Feyre was still our narrator and protagonist will always be the best in my eyes and these are just spin off books that let us see her sisters stories and they aren't gonna dampen my love for the main series. I'm actually doing a reread of the main series right now with the discord server and we're just raving about how much we adore Feyre and her pov. I love how plot filled these books are, every scene and page actually feels important and contributes to the overarching plot of the book and there are no massive scenes of unnecessary info dumping like certain.. other books.

Love u nonnie and every SJM book that strays from Feyre's holy light is progressively worse written which just says something about our girls story.

#my posts #anons #pro feyre #feyre supremacy #anti hofas #anti nesta

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azsazz · 3 months

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Ok thoughts while reading Part 14 (thank you sm for posting btw can’t get enough of MM)

- Of course he wasn’t on a date

- Brad/Chad whoever can fuck off and I wanted to hit him

- I’m so sad that no one is giving Az an internship 😢 poor bby

- He can still feel her body pressed up close to him and it relaxes him, sure he thinks he still doesn’t like her

- poor boy just wants to brood and try to chill and Cass is throwing another rager 😂 oh Cass

- As confirmed I knew he wasn’t dating or sleeping with anyone atm

- so intrigued as to why reader is sleeping in his bed, was she really that scared of being alone after the movie or did she get really drunk because she was pissed that Cass said Az was on a date and that was Cass’s way of taking care of her

- I love that he’s annoyed that the glass of water is near his books 😂

- he wants to draw her like she drew him 🥺

- Oh Az you may say that touching her isn’t happening ever but we know the truth

- poor Az on the verge of a panic attack, it hurts that no one notices

He should just go sleep at her place, in her bed 😉 lol

As always this was 👌🏼 and I cannot wait for more you genius 💖

omg i love this 🥹

OF COURSE HE WASN'T ON A DATE i would never haha

ik that apprenticeship interview scene hurt my soul a lil

he loooooves her when is he fr going to get his head out of his ass tho

cass, i love ya buddy, but maybe go to someone else's parties once in a while...jk they don't compare to THE CASSIAN MFING NUDE MODEL's parties thats for sure.

we will find out why she was in his bed in the next part 💙 but you're def onto the why

i would be hella annoyed if there was a glass of water by my books he's so real for that

WE KNOW THE TRUTH BOY

ik :/ azzy needs some well deserved attention tbh

he should....💙💙

thank you so much, more MM coming very soon 💙

#midnight muse

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theladyofbloodshed · 1 year

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I’m sorry I really wanted to vent this I feel like you might understand.. I reread the acotar books and every time I read Feyre from book 2 and up at any moment and I find her enjoyable it’s destroyed by some comment or part in the book where I’m being force fed how noble Rhys is and how much of a victim Feyre is. It’s annoying. Example me rereading the dinner where the boys meet the sisters: I’m enjoying how Rhys seems to understand Feyre without really needing to speak, he gives her understanding looks and let’s her lead. Feyre as well when she reaches to Nesta and says “Can we start over?” despite Nesta’s attitude. I think it’s nice of her. Then of course we get the comment “I hadn’t realized it would hit me as strongly. How young you were. How they didn’t protect you.” And there I go. Like I get Rhys might take it more personally than say a rando stranger because he loves Feyre but like? Elain is like 1 year older Nesta like 3 what the heck did he expect. I hate the narrative imposes constantly that Feyre was the only victim. As if the sisters weren’t victims either. Elain and Nesta not helping is one thing, and was wrong, but acting as if they didn’t ‘protect’ Feyre is another and it’s annoying 😒 just like acosf I have to skip through some parts to make it bearable

I know, bestie. I flick back through them for references for fics and there's a part when they go to the Prison and Feyre is like (●´⌓`●) I haven't seen you with a weapon except that one time... then she thinks back to when "he tried to end her suffering". The one time he finally raised a weapon to amarantha literally right at the end and got his ass handed to him (thanks feyre for your cringe words) after weeks of degrading her and drugging her like he's so noble for trying to help when the tide had already changed. And then he says how Cassian would beat him in hand to hand combat and he's so modest for admitting it.

Somebody needs to tell Rhys to stop projecting his failure to protect his sister onto Nesta.

#anon asks

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fanficimagery · 10 months

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Hows the writers block going? Also any book recs? Or like top 5 reads of the year

Writer's block is still going strong. It's so annoying.

And what type of books do you like? Apparently, I'm very much in dark romance/taboo stuff lmao.

The books I've liked a lot so far are:

The Nanny by Lana Ferguson - it's a bit of a second chance romance, though they don't know this is their second chance. She was making bank on OnlyFans and he was her top contributor. But then she left the site, a year or so later needs some cash so she decided to become a live-in nanny. And guess who she nanny's for...

Haunting Adeline by H.D Carlton - this book has a whole page of trigger warnings. It's dark romance and very non-consensual.. until it becomes somewhat consensual. You will question your morals with this book and especially its sequel.

Den of Vipers by K.A Knight - this is another dark romance. Dead beat father gives his daughter to a mafia-like gang to pay off his debt. Only when the guys go to retrieve her, they aren't expecting this tattooed bar owner who can kick ass. She's very much against being held against her will, but eventually she likes being there.

A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas - I think this is book 2 in the series and I loved it so much! I think this is my favorite because we're introduced to the Court of Dreams and ugh... Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel are just perfection lol.

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros - Dragon. War. College. It gives off divergent/dauntless initiation vibes, and it's really good. I can't wait for book 2.

#asked #anonymous #answered #book recs

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17 nessian ♥️

17. My friend dragged me to this party and my ex is here quick make out with me

Prompt list - Masterlist

Word count: 790

Warnings: slightly nsfw at the end

Nesta stood in the corner of the room as she sipped on her drink, surveying the crowd around her. She was only there because Gwyn had begged her to come and it was damn near impossible to say no to her. All that because she knew Azriel would be at the party and she needed moral support to go talk to him. Nesta hoped tonight was the night they both realized their crush was reciprocated and they should just go on a real date.

She didn’t care that she wasn’t merging with any group or talking to anyone. Gwyn needed her to be there, so she came, but once her friend was comfortable she would be on her way home for an early night of sleep.

“Nes,” someone broke her out of her thoughts.

Dammit. She turned to find Cassian, the only person insufferable enough to use the shortened version of her name she hated so much.

“Are you lost?” She gave him an icy look that would have made anyone else wither, but Cassian only grinned.

“You do remember I live here, right?”

Nesta couldn’t stand him. She downed the rest of her drink to give herself the will to deal with him and placed the empty cup on the buffet near her. She was fully prepared to tell him to go waste his time somewhere else in much less polite terms until movement at the door caught her attention. She recognised Tomas walking in with a girl on his arm and cursed.

Nesta couldn’t stand to have to make small talk with him and take his condescending remarks. She quickly looked away from the door and searched for somewhere to hide.

Cassian's eyes were quick to follow and he went from being surprised to recognising her ex. He barely had time to turn his head to look at her again before she was grabbing his shirt and pulling him forward.

“I still hate you,” she muttered before she kissed him.

Cassian was stunned. She was forced to stand on the tip of her toes to reach him, and it took an annoying number of seconds for him to react and lean down to make it easier for her. He did so with a low moan, his hands finding her hips to pin her to the wall. Nesta wanted to put on a good show and wrapped an arm around his neck while she used her free hand to feel him up. She ignored the warmth that flooded her and tried not to focus on how good of a kisser he was.

Cassian didn’t waste time being gentle, he kissed her hard in return and trapped her against the wall with his body pressed to hers. Nesta should have pushed him for some distance, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Cassian kissed with a hunger she had never felt before, and it was exactly what she needed. His hands roamed over her without hesitation, and he went as far as to grab a handful of her ass as he ground his hips into hers.

She nearly whined when he broke the kiss, but his lips were quickly reattached to her neck and sending shivers through her body.

“Let’s give him a good show, mmh?” Cassian murmured close to her ear, his voice low and raspy before he was nipping at her jaw and working his way back to her lips.

Nesta’s fingers tangled in his hair and pulled while he groaned into her mouth, his hips rolling and letting her feel his hardening cock. The whole scene was getting inappropriate for a room full of people, but they were releasing months worth of sexual tension and Nesta didn’t want to stop. She wanted more.

One of her hands traveled down his chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath the shirt until she was at the waistband of his jeans. Nesta reached down to cup his cock through his clothes and his hips bucked, a low throaty sound escaping him.

Cassian pulled away to look at her with wild eyes. He was practically shoving her up the stairs a second later to get her into his room, locking the door behind them and tearing at her clothes the next second.

“Still just doing this for show?” Nesta tried to sound a little snarky, but the words came out breathless.

“I’m not going to pretend I haven’t been wanting to fuck you since I met you,” Cassian managed to remove her shirt and immediately went for the button of her jeans. “Still hate me so damn much?” He pushed his hand into her panties and held her stare as his fingers slipped through her soaked folds.

“Fuck you, Cassian.”

“Oh you will.”

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#nessian #nessian au #college au #acotar #nessian fic #nessian fanfiction #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron x cassian #acosf #nesta acosf #request

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A Swing in The Dark (Rewrite) Snippet

Ok so I’m posting this snippet to let everyone know that I am actually doing a rewrite lol <3

In Nesta’s former life as a human girl, she took advantage of every opportunity that being the daughter of a wealthy merchant afforded her. Invitations to lavish parties arrived by mail and ended up in a stack atop her mother’s desk, awaiting judgment. She took a keen interest in the social life of her first daughter, and began the search for her perfect match early. Before she fell ill, she knew best when it came to the who, what, and where of courting. To entertain too many suitors would have been disastrous for the family’s reputation, and the eldest child had the greatest duty towards protecting that reputation. Nesta’s time on the scene as a single lady would have also paved the way for Elain and Feyre, had things gone differently.

Nesta never fussed much over the specifics, choosing instead to surrender to her mother’s well laid plans. But following the inner circle’s direction required an unnatural kind of submission. By their own design, she wasn’t a full member of their court. She was sometimes included in a half-assed way, if only to appease Feyre. Rhysand gritted his teeth and barely tolerated the eldest sister’s presence, which is why she was shocked to hear that the High Lord wished to meet with her.

Cassian let her know over breakfast that morning training would have to be canceled so that she could go meet with Rhysand and Feyre in the river house. The male didn’t have an answer when she prodded him for more of an explanation. Azriel looked as puzzled as Nesta was, but if he was equally as curious to know what was going on, he didn’t utter a word about it. So after the trio finished eating, Cassian flew her down to the river house and led her through the winding corridors.

“Well, here it is.” Cassian gestured to a dark wooden door.

“If he plans on sending me back to the human lands after all, promise you’ll remember me fondly,” Nesta said. She twisted the brass knob and slipped inside before Cassian had a chance to respond, closing the door behind her.

The room was quite large for a study, as was the desk that sat in its center. Light poured in through the tall windows to illuminate the space. Its walls were painted a shade of blue that resembled the night sky, but not much of the wall was visible behind the numerous paintings and bookshelves. She thought it looked awfully cluttered. Most unsettling of all was Rhysand seated there, with his gaze fixed on her. Those violet eyes were uncanny. Some may have thought them beautiful, but to Nesta it served as a reminder of how inhuman he was.

“Sit,” he said.

“Where is my sister? I thought she would be here.”

“She is occupied. Some of us have responsibilities outside of playing soldier all day. Now, sit.” He waved his hand in front of the seat again, so she obliged.

“I pretend to be a soldier, Feyre pretends to be a ruler. Have you decided yet which role Elain shall play?”

“Keep my mate’s name out of your mouth. She and Elain are free to live as they please. You, however, haven’t earned that privilege. But that isn’t why I’ve called you here today.”

“Get on with it then, what do you want from me?” Nesta asked. Her arms were crossed and she was making every effort to avoid eye contact with the male in front of her. She knew of his ability to shatter minds. That thought inspired a healthy level of fear, and suddenly the cluttered space started to feel more than just annoying. It was suffocating.

“Eris Vanserra came to me, asking for help to kill his father so that he becomes High Lord. Our assassin cannot be just anybody, we must send someone who Beron wouldn’t perceive as a threat, someone he would allow to stay in his court,” Rhysand drawled, “Ideally a female who would travel to Autumn under the pretense of an engagement.”

“Why should I help you? I don’t care about your petty alliances.”

Rhysand hunched over the desk and leaned in closer towards Nesta. She decided to meet his gaze, not wanting to appear as though she was backing down.

This was a ridiculous plan that she wanted no part in.

“Because someone must, Nesta. If you refuse, then my only other option is to send Elain, and do what should have been done a long time ago and banish you to the human lands.”

Asshole. She wanted to punch that smug look right off of his face. She wanted to dangle him out of that window until he begged for mercy. The way he thought it appropriate to use Elain as a bargaining chip threatened to make her lose her cool. Everything that she gleaned about the Autumn Court indicated that it was a treacherous place, somewhere that was somehow more undeserving of her sister’s warmth and kindness than Velaris.

“That will not be necessary. I will go, and once I return I want my freedom.”

Rhysand scoffed. “You’re in no position to make demands. Be grateful I don’t shatter your mind and tell your sisters that you ran away.”

“Does Cassian know?” Nesta asked.

“Of course he does.” His curt reply cut like a knife. Nesta considered briefly what it meant that Cassian knew of this plan, and chose not to warn her. She wasn’t sure why she expected his loyalty. It was naive of her, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. How meaningful could the handful of nights they shared together be to a male who was over five hundred years old?

“Tell me what your plan is exactly, then,” Nesta said.

“We will hold a ball in the Hewn City in a few days time, where the engagement will be announced. After that you’ll go to Autumn, and follow Eris’s orders,” Rhysand explained. Nesta only nodded in reply.

“I am beyond grateful you’ve given me so much useful information, I’d hate to go into such a dangerous mission blindly,” she said flippantly.

#eventual neris it's just evil rhys to start lol #neris #andy's writing #a swing in the dark #nesta archeron #pro nesta archeron

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 3 months

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I re-read my post about chapters 22-30 and I realized that theres so much I just fully forgot to mention, mostly relating to the inner circle so heres a quick summary of my thoughts about each ic member now that Im about halfway through the book and have spent some time with them. To briefly recap my previous thoughts, I think their group dynamic is insanely uncomfortable because of how apparent their hierarchy is and also none of them seem to actually like each other all that much

Amren

I dont dislike her in the sense that I dont dislike her personality or the basic concept of her character, but I do hate that shes in the inner circle at all. Like, whats this eldritch creature trapped in a body thats not her own doing hanging out with all these boring people ass people FOR 500 YEARS dude, if I had to spend 500 years with Rhysand I would destroy the entire night court regardless of whether or not I had Amren-levels of power. Like, why on earth would she be satisfied playing second fiddle to Rhysand and living in an APARTMENT in his stupid °•~City of Starlight~•° when shes supposed to be like a billion years old and a thousand times more powerful than him. I feel like itd be interesting to explore that but I know that we really dont from watching cari can read's summaries, so she just ends up being a character thats supposed to be interesting because shes so mysterious but is actually so shrouded in intrigue that it turns around and she just becomes boring again

Mor

When I first met her I said that something about her bothered me but I couldnt put my finger on what it was, but that I still kinda liked her because she atleast annoyed Rhysand. She really hasnt annoyed Rhys in any way since her and Feyres first meeting so I like her less because of that and also because shes mostly just boring to me at the moment. I think another reason why I dont particularly like her is that she feels so intrinsically tied to the misogyny of this world that just suddenly materialized in this book and its really annoying, I would like to avoid that subplot as much as possible. She basically just exists to give Feyre a female friend at the Night Court and to show her that you can totally girlboss your way out of a misogynistic system! But you cant dismantle the system because uhhhhhhhh. change is like a glacier because its slow

Also, shes obviously meant to parallel Ianthe, like shes supposed to be the better version of her, but I cant even imagine her and Feyre making out sloppy style toxic yuri edition so I cant really see her as any kind of improvement. sorry

Cassian

One of my least favourite character types is Fratbro But You Put Him In A Fantasy Setting so Im not the biggest fan of this guy ngl. The one redeeming quality he has is that hes very obviously crushing on all of his friends bisexual style, especially Rhys and Azriel. Its almost a little sad but mostly its just very funny. Like whyd you wanna take their clothes at the illyrian camps so badly huh? You like seeing pretty boys squirm around naked?

Unfortunately, I know that hes gonna end up with Nesta and that hes not even gonna treat her well, my guy is gonna go from being gay because he likes men to being gay because he hates women and I am not looking forward to it

Speaking of Nessian, a lot of sjm critical anti nessian people say that Nesta and Cassian used to be so good and so genuinely romantic in ACOWAR and that their relationship got completely ruined in ACOSF and. I mean, granted they dont ever talk about Cassian behaviour towards Nesta during the meeting at her house in ACOMAF but I hated the way he was just so angry at her on Feyre's behalf when she wasnt even that mad herself, she just felt weird and bad. Of course, I havent read ACOWAR yet and I might change my mind in the future but right now, I'll just say it doesnt surprise me that Cassian would laugh at Nesta falling down the stairs

Azriel

My favourite guy!!! Out of this bunch I mean. My favourite guy in the entire ACOTAR series is probably Lucien, but if we're just talking about the jokers from the Night Court, then this guy is my favorite

I really wasnt expecting much from him, I thought he would have absolutely no personality from what Ive heard other people say about him, but hes basically exactly what I want in an edgy traumatized shadow boi. Ive talked about this before but I really dislike Rhysand and part of that is that I normally really like the archetype of the tortured edgy love interest with shadow powers but he makes it so goddamn annoying by being so flirty and cocky I just want to see him dead. But Azriel is quiet so he doesnt bothr me and also theres some intrigue about his backstory and the extend of his powes but he feels like a solid enough character that he doesnt become boring to me like Amren

I will say though, theres something particularly uncomfortable about watching anyone from the inner circle interact with him and vice versa, I think its because he seems like he doesnt actually like them more than anything else. Ive said this in a previous post, I think Cassian wants to be in a relationship good friends with him and he seems to think they have some good sunshine guy/grumpy guy banter going on but to me it just seems like Azriel genuinely dislikes him. And then he obviously doesnt trust Amren and I feel like hes in love with Mor and has been for a really long time but doesnt actually like her, I honestly feel like hes just sticking by Rhysand because he feels like he owes him and because it gives him an excuse to be close to his crush

Yknow, that I think about it maybe thats why I like him so much. I dont like the Inner Circle, he doesnt like the Inner Circle, thats a relatable king right there

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #pro azriel #somehow #anti nessian #flames and darkness liveblog

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