#gwyn called azriel a baby

[moonlightazriel]

When no one hears your calls /// Eris X F!Reader

Summary: When the unbearable feelings of her mate start to mess with her life, Y/N decides to put an ending to their misery.

Warnings: Torture and abuse, Beron being the bastard he is.

Word Count: 3K

Notes: Yeah, i missed writing for my baby Eris. And I'm warning in advance that reader is Azriel's sister and he's mated to Gwyn in this, so please, if you don't stan Gwynriel, scroll past it.

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She weeped, the feelings flooding her chest too overwhelming to keep controlled. It started with small waves of anxiety, increasing to pure agony, pain erupted through her chest. She tried to keep the tears from spilling, but now she sobbed, broken pleas for it to stop leaving from her parted chapped lips. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, let me make it stop.” Azriel begged his sister. Holding her broken frame in between his arms.

“It hurts so much Az, it’s not fair.” She managed to speak in between the sobs that got more hysterical. The shadowsinger just held her tighter, seeing her in such distress broke him, she has always been his greatest weakness. 

“Here, take this.” Gwyn offered, her warm hands holding a mug towards the female. “It will help you sleep.” Azriel nodded to his mate, taking the mug from his hands and bringing it to his sister’s lips. He forced the content down her throat, watching as the tea slowly worked, her body relaxed and the tears stopped and she fell asleep against him.

“Thank you.” He said, and Gwyn squeezed his shoulder in a reassuring grip. Azriel grabbed Y/N, taking her to the guest bedroom that Gwyn had set for her, placing her sleeping form carefully on the bed. The red headed female grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the living room again.

“I don’t understand.” He breathed. “She has had these episodes since the High Lord’s meeting, it doesn’t make any sense.” 

“Maybe she’s sick?” Gwyn suggested and Azriel shrugged. 

“I took her to Madja, and she’s been as healthy as ever. There’s nothing wrong with her besides that.” He looked towards the room, to the shadows guarding his sister as she finally rested. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll find a solution Az, I know that.” Gwyn smiled at him, and he pulled the female for a hug. 

“I pray to the Mother that you’re right.” She kissed his temple and he closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her love soothe his heart. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

Whenever an episode approached, it always had small signs indicating it, the uncomfortable feeling in her chest, the rapid breathing and the dizziness like someone hit her in the head with full strength.

She hated that she worried her family so much, but not every time she was able to control how her body would react to it. It angered her how they would look at her with such pained expressions, how much Azriel wanted to help and she didn’t even knew how to ask for his help. 

So everyday, Gwyn would take her to the library and she would search the cause of her troubles, her nose glued to the pages for hours until her vision was blurry and her head was pounding. She never felt such agony, only when her half brothers and her father ripped her wings from her back, making a small cut and pulling it until the skin gave up and she blacked out due to the blood loss. 

It was Azriel shadows who helped them, sneaking supplies to their cell until they could get rid of the infection that almost killed her and healed his hands. She was glad for them and her brother, they saved her. She always tried to be as less of a burden as possible to not worry Azriel, but now she knew he was distressed about her situation, so she wanted to fix it, for her and for him. 

Shadows gathered in a corner caught her attention, she got up, despite not being able to hear them, they always tended to her and her needs. As she approached the shelf, the shadows disappeared, leaving only a copy of an old dusty book behind. She pulled the book out, blowing the dust off, sneezing a bit in the process. Allergic just like Cassian. 

She plopped herself in her seat again, scanning the book cover, no name, no nothing, this sparked her curiosity. She opened the book, in a fancy handwriter she could read “MATING BONDS: The complete guide for the matters of the heart.” She smiled at the title. 

Just like her brother, she was sometimes too shy to ask about things. Besides having her past lovers, mating bonds are something she was never that curious about. So she sat there, reading the whole thing with attention. If the shadows thought this book would help, she was sure it would. 

“Sometimes, strong feelings can leak through a one sided bond. And the other mate can feel it just as clearly as they would if the bond was shared by both mates.” That passage stuck with her, and she organised the books back on the shelf as she saw Gwyn approaching. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

“How do we know if the bond snapped or not?” She blurted at the dinner table, the eyes of the inner circle turning to her.

“Well, it’s different for everyone and you would mostly just know.” Rhys said, looking at the female, the three Illyrians treated her like they were her brothers as well. So, the three have been looking for ways to help their little sister to get rid of those episodes. 

“What if the bond had snapped for me and I just didn’t know it was it?” She inquired again and Azriel turned to his sister, his shadows stopping to look at her curiously. 

“Do you think you found your mate?” He asked, eyebrow raised, who she thought she was mated to?

“I found this book that said that feelings can leak through the bond.” The couples nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it’s very common.” Feyre replied.

“That’s the only explanation for what’s happening to me.” They all stopped for a second. “These emotions are not mine, but they’re strong enough for me to feel it.” Suddenly it all made sense.

“I pity your mate then.” Nesta said with sincerity, whoever it was, was going through great pain for her to feel it so intensely. 

“Me too.” Feyre agreed. “But as for the bond, you can feel like a tug in your soul, like no one else matters to you anymore besides that person.” The High Lady concluded. 

“Do you think you ever felt like this?” Elain asked and the female nodded.

“Yeah, I think I have.” 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

She couldn’t sleep, her mind filled with too many memories to rest. But one in particular caught her attention, and she closed her eyes, focusing on that memory until she could see it clearly.

“I didn’t know the Night Court had such beauties by their side.” His voice purred, and she turned around to see the well dressed autumn male. He had a smirk adorning his lips, his hair slicked back, leaving a clear view of his face.

“The autumn males aren’t that bad either.” She sheepishly replied, eyes glued to his amber eyes. Eris Vanserra was a dangerous male, as her family had alerted her, but what a beautiful disaster he was. Stealing her breath away and making her lose all of her focus.

“If you ever give me the pleasure of your company, I'll show you how bad we can be.” He winked at her, leaving her standing still in the hallway. It was Nesta who found her, looking at nothing, frozen in place as her chest sparkled with life, like she was taking her first breath of fresh air after getting out of her father’s dungeon. As she was finally free. 

She kicked the covers away from her body, not caring about her clothing as she winnowed away. It was him, he was what was troubling her so much. She just needed to ask him to stop whatever this was and she would go back to normal. The shadows covered her as she sneaked through the Autumn Manor. 

Everything was pitch black, and she just followed the shadows, taking her to the only illuminated room. She pushed the door open, spotting Eris by the bed, looking in a small mirror as he stitched a very ugly wound in his chest. His eye was purple and his lips were bruised. 

“Who did this to you?” She breathed, her hands shaking in anger, how could someone do it to another being? She saw how cruel people could be and she dedicated her time to protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked startled, dropping the mirror from his hands and wincing in pain. Surprised to see her there, and even more curious to know why she was there.

“I came here to talk to you.” She walked closer to her. “Here, let me help you.” Eris raised an eyebrow towards her, what was happening? She picked the needle from his hands, her warm skin brushing against his, it was a nice feeling. He didn’t say anything as her soft touch rested against his heart, while her other hand worked on closing the wound.

She finished the stitches, reaching for the bowl of water, taking the cloth and with one hand she lifted his chin, eyes locked together for a second. She started to work on the dried blood that smeared across his lips and nose. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch and letting her take care of him. 

“What do you want to talk about that was so important that you invaded my room in the middle of the night?” He watched as she got away from him, sitting in one of the comfortable chairs in the corner of his room. She pulled her legs close to her chest. 

“I wanted you to stop.” He leaned forward.

“Stop what exactly?” She took a deep breath.

“With your overwhelming feelings, it’s been a fucking trouble to me. But you’re clearly going through something, so if you ever need me, don’t hesitate to reach out.” Eris sneered.

“Why would I ever seek your help?” He watched as she got up, her expression serious as she held the doorknob. 

“Because who’s better to help you than your own mate?” And with that she left. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

Mate. 

Mate.

Mate.

She was his mate. Her words got caught in his mind, she had no reason to lie to him. But he also had no reasons to believe her, he just did. He chose to believe that the female who came to him in the middle of the night and showed him more kindness than his own flesh and blood was telling the truth.

So when another round of torture was over, he winnowed to her house, he had memorized the address she had sent to him. He could barely hold himself together, so he almost collapsed on top of her as she opened the door. She looked like she had been crying as he managed to take a look at her face, and he wondered if it was his emotions that led to that.

“I didn’t know where else to come, and I didn't want to be alone.” She didn’t laugh nor mocked him, she just nodded and left the room. He could hear her, moving around in a hidden room, he wondered if she regretted offering him shelter. 

All the doubts died down in his throat when she came back, leaning to help him stand, guiding the way towards a bathroom. She sat him in her toilet and helped him out of his clothes. He sank in the water, trying to ignore the fact that he had to be naked in front of her, she looked like she was trying her best to ignore it as well.

“I put some numbing herbs, to help with the pain.” He nodded, feeling very thankful for her kindness. “And I have some of Azriel’s clothes here if you don’t mind. Yours are very dirty and could infect your wounds.”

“I would like that, thank you.” She nodded, getting out of the room and only appearing again to drop the clothes. Eris sighed, feeling his body relax and his wounds starting to close. As the water got cold, he got out. He felt weird wearing the Shadowsinger’s clothes but nothing about this situation was usual for him. 

“I figured you’re probably hungry.” She placed a plate in front of him, no one had ever taken that much care of him before. “I didn’t cook it, Feyre told me it's a way of accepting the bond.” She smiled and he could swear that all the pain and sadness was lifted from his chest with that bright smile directed to him. 

“Yeah, we don’t want you accepting this bond by accident.” Why would she want to accept a life tied to him?

“Yeah, we have to get to know each other first.” She giggled, taking a bite of her own food. “You don’t even know my favourite colour!” Eris laughed, feeling the sound reverberate through his chest, how long it was since he truly laughed with someone? 

“Do you plan on accepting?” He asked, testing the waters.

“To be honest, I think about it, but as I said. First we get to know each other, we think about the bond later.” Eris nodded. 

“Does your family know?” He dared to ask, assuming that they didn’t, or else Azriel would have already threatened him. 

“They do!” He looked at her in shock. “They weren’t happy at first, but they respect my choice.” 

“Did you tell them?” He gestured towards himself and her smile faded.

“Your secret is safe with me, it’s not my story to tell.” He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Thank you, for everything.” She smiled again.

“Nothing to thank me for.” He grabbed her hand, rubbing circles with his thumb.

“I have everything to thank you for, you just don’t know it.” They finished the meal and she got up to do the dishes, he quickly pushed her away. “It’s the least I can do.” She nodded.

“I’ll get the guest room ready for you then.” That night Eris slept like he hadn't slept in ages, soaking in the comfort of her home and her affection. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

Her fingers started to shake, and that wave of anxiety came, as overwhelming as ever, it has been a whole month that she didn’t feel it, but Eris still came up to her beaten every week, she knew he was holding back his pain for her. But today, it was just as unbearable as it was when he didn’t know about it.

She gritted her teeth, clenching her fists under the table. The dinner went nicely, everyone engaged in conversations and smiling. She couldn’t ruin it, not again. But it was too late, as tears started to stream down her face.

“Are you okay?” Gwyn asked. Concern lacing her delicate features. Y/N shook her head, a scream ripping past her lips and scaring the whole family, Azriel was by her side in a second, tending to her. 

“What’s wrong?” It wasn’t pain that filled her veins tonight, it was anger. The house shook with her power. She screamed in rage, if she didn’t act now, he was going to get killed. She grabbed the truth teller away from her brother.

“This ends tonight.” She announced before she winnowed away. The pain guided her, towards mouldy walls and putrid floors, the smell of blood making the air rancid. 

He groaned, the pointy blade opening his flesh as it was dragged across his skin. He tried to hold back his pain but it was too much tonight, the ash in the weapon making everything more painful. He tried to hang on for her, for the life he wanted to have with her, for everything they haven’t lived yet. But it was too painful to keep going. 

The cell door was forced open, with unruly hair, wet and red cheeks, holding a blade in her hands, his guardian angel came. The blade being pushed into Beron’s neck, blood splattering against her face. She pushed the blade to the side, Beron’s head being detached from his neck, his lifeless body collapsing to the floor. 

“Hey! Open your eyes.” She demanded, kneeling in front of him, cradling his face in between her hands, and in that moment, the bond in his chest sang with life, welcoming her unmistakable love for him. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

The first thing he saw was the black curtains of her guest room. And the looming presence of the Shadowsinger himself, watching him intently. His body didn’t hurt anymore, all that was left was the warming feeling of the bond alongside his soul. 

“Where is she?” He asked, sitting straight up in bed, his muscles felt tingly from being in the same position for long.

“She’s out in town, getting some things.” Azriel sat in the chair facing the bed. “How are you feeling, Eris?” True concern filled his voice.

“I’m fine, she saved me.” He could never forget this.

“Use this gift she gave you to make her the happiest female alive.” Azriel said, and Eris knew this was the closest of his blessing he would ever get. “Keep her safe.”

“With my life.” The male promised. A door opened somewhere and her soothing voice filled the room.

“I’m home!” She announced, and it took her a few minutes to go to his room, pushing the door open, she watched him. Blinking the tears before rushing to him, jumping on top of him. He held her, and he felt  her lips pressed on his. His heart beated faster, as he retributed her kiss.

“Hey, stop that, that’s gross.” Azriel groaned, and she parted their kiss, laughing to her brother from Eris’s lap.

“You’re no fun.” She complained, showing him his middle finger. He rolled his eyes and left the room. “What do we do now?” She asked, but Eris didn’t want to think about the chaos that awaited for him at home, so he looked her in the eyes, sending all the love he could down the bond and asked.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

#acotar #sarahjmaas #moonlightazriel #night court #velaris #high lord eris #pro eris vanserra #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris x y/n #eris x you #acotar fanfic

[danikamariewrites]

Bar Fight

Azriel x reader

A/n: I didn’t mean for this to be over 1,000 words it was supposed to be a silly lil fic but I can’t help myself

Warnings: violence and injuries

Girls night had taken quite the violent turn. You were currently being held up between Feyre and Nesta as Elain, Emerie, Amren, Gwyn, and Mor led you back to the River House.

You never considered yourself a violent person. Especially not in public. There was a reputation to uphold since you work for the High Lord of Night. But all of that went out the window when you heard a few males talking about Elain and Gwyn.

That was something you couldn’t let go. So you calmly approached them. Telling them to watch their mouths and you walked away. You heard the males snicker behind your back, but you kept going forward. But something hit the back of your head. And another, and another, until that something felt like food. You went deathly still, turning and whipped the drinks at the males.

An all out brawl between you and the stronger one broke out. The smaller one was easy to get down, all it took was one punch to the nose and he was on the ground cradling his face, screaming in pain.

The big one put up a fight. He got a few good shots in before you finally got him on his ass. By then Feyre was breaking through the semi circle that had formed, breaking up the fight, pulling you to your feet.

What had surprised you the most was how much energy Elain had after the kerfuffle. She never came out with you guys, nor Gwyn, so to hear her giving the girls a play by play on the walk home was hilarious. “Now I wanna punch something!” The precious flower exclaimed. “Woah, down girl. How much did you drink tonight?” Emerie asked with a smirk. All Elain did was giggle.

You couldn’t help but smile, even if a stinging pain coursed through your split lip. You now sport a black eye, bloody nose, and a bruised rib or two. “Thank god the boys are in Illyria until tomorrow.” Nesta hugged out. You make a half grunt, half humming noise in agreement.

Rhys, Cass, and Az had to make an emergency visit to Windhaven a week ago. You were thanking the Mother that they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night. Azriel would be such a mother hen about your injuries and chastise you for getting into a bar fight.

“You’re goin’ to heal me right Fey?” You were so tired from the fight, your adrenaline finally wearing off, your words came out slurred. “Of course. We’ll go right to the sitting room.”

Finally, you reached the River House and slouched in relief in the sisters' hold. Amren opened the door ushering you all in. Gwyn and Mor went ahead to make room for you on the couch. Through one open eye you noticed the two of them pause in the entryway, eyes wide and panicked.

“Hi guys!” Mor said a little too enthusiastically. Shit, you did not want Azriel to see you like this.

More alert now you, Nesta, and Feyre quickly improvise a new way to get you past the boys. You rip a jacket off the coat rack and throw it over your head as Nesta scoops you into her arms.

Nesta casually tries to walk you past the living room while the others bombard the three males with questions about their trip.

But nothing gets past Azriel and his shadows. You feel the one that’s always beside you sweep across your shin, leaving as quickly as it came.

“Nesta,” Azriel called out sweetly, “is that y/n? I can take her up to bed.” A small smile on his face, hopeful to have you in his arms again.

She panicked and fumbled over her words, “No! No it’s ok…I uh…I got her it’s fine.” She let out a nervous laugh. Azriel gave her a strange look. You could feel your friends hold their breath as your boyfriend moved past them.

Azriel approached Nesta, his nostrils flaring at the scent of dried blood. His shadows moved faster than she could. Ripping the jacket from your face dropping it to the floor.

He audibly gasped at the sight of your face. You shot him an innocent smile. “Hey baby. Welcome home.” You shimmed out of Nestas arms standing in front of Azriel. His shadows were going crazy as they informed him of your injuries. “What happened?” He bit out. You winced a little at his tone. “Bar fight.” His eyes went wide like he couldn’t believe the situation. “I won though. So I got that goin’ for me.”

You gave him a widened smile that broke your split lip, causing the bleeding to start again. You winced moving to hold your bleeding lip. Azriel’s face quickly shifted from shock to worry. “Come on, let me clean you up.”

You begrudgingly nod at him as Azriel ushers you upstairs to your shared bedroom. His silence is driving you mad. You can’t even read his mood even with his eyes piercing the back of your head.

Sitting on the edge of the tub you watched as Azriel pulled out a salve and some bandages from the cabinet under the sink. He stood in front of you tilting your chin up to face him.

Azriel dabs at your still bleeding lip before rubbing salve on it. Then cleans up the dried blood and puts more salve on your black eye.

He picks up your right hand and wipes away the dried blood there, gently wrapping your knuckles. There was no need for this. It would all be healed by tomorrow but Azriel didn’t care. He wanted to take care of you. Make sure you heal faster.

“Thank you,” you say quietly with a hint of guilt. “Of course, love.” You look up at his still unreadable face. “Please, say something,” you beg.

Azriel took a deep breath, slouching his shoulders and wings, leaning against the counters with his arms crossed. “I just didn’t ever think you’d get into a bar fight. It was stupid and irresponsible. You could’ve been hurt worse than this, y/n.”

You drop your head looking down at your feet. You could tell he was prepared for a fight. “I know. But they were talking about Gwyn and Elain, then they threw something at me. I couldn’t let it slide.”

Looking back up at Az his face was contorted in rage. “They threw stuff at you.” You nodded slowly. “But hey, I took care of it just like you taught me.” He let out a breathy laugh. At least his mood was improving.

Azriel knelt in front of you, cradling the back of your head leaving a small kiss on your forehead. “That’s my girl.”

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x you #azriel fic #azriel imagine #azriel fanfic #acotar azriel

[emmitaaa4]

Addressing some fandom BS inconsistencies

Gwyn was shadow mommy, Az was shadow daddy, they were gonna have shadow babies with her extra super pliable bones.

I audibly chocked when I read this @nikethestatue (btw everything said in this post was on point). No but seriously this is how they sound, too many of them insisting that there is nothing wrong with basing the likelihood of a ship on who has the more suitable uterus to be with a man... cause supposedly they're just picking up on the hints SJM wrote for them? She likes babies for HEAs so ofc children are the end all be all of a relationship, plus there's absolutely no way that she could ever write an adoption plot SJM is literally adopted and has done it in other series. Selective reading strikes again.

A minimum amount of critical thinking would tell you that 1) the infamous *magical uterus change* scene was about nessian (& feysand), not about any ship; 2) if SJM had written Nesta changing Elain's uterus, it would have given too much away, not to mention 3) how disturbing/violating it would have been for Nesta to change her sister's reproductive anatomy WITHOUT HER CONSENT?! None of it makes sense narratively; my girl Nes would never, especially given the trauma they both suffered from having their bodily autonomy--and so much more--ripped away by the Cauldron.

This argument is so trivialized that I see it every other day on reddit/tiktok/*insert media app*, and yet elriels are the toxic side of the fandom? The ones whom people are allowed to insult, to ridicule for theories all made in good fun, the women that are villainized over a difference of opinion? Don't get me wrong, there's assholes on both sides and people keep calling one another variations of delulu (and the nastier personal attacks). But by painting this fandom-wide villain there is such a lack of accountability for the plethora of harmful talking points spread by other portions of the fandom. (I've been silently reading the anti-elain & anti-elriel tags for like a year, and I'm on tiktok. Yes, I have self-destructive tendencies).

Anyways.

I never understood either how people ever actually thought (or well still think) that gwynriel would happen BEFORE elucien?? It makes no sense logically, narratively, or in terms of characterization & the arc she's set up for Elain, Azriel, and Lucien. Yet it took one controversial bonus chapter for people to decenter Elain in her own story, that is make her choice of romantic partner--which SJM spent 3+ books setting up--Azriel's. It took one bonus chapter that soo many readers are still unaware of, to brush Elain off as a "sexual object" Az is using to distract himself until his therapist-extraordinaire Gwyn comes in and heals him all up. Because ofc she will: she's badass and not the "passive and weak and boring" Eplain (aka "Plant" or "brain dead gardener"), she fits the YA archetype of the spunky warrior-girl so she can handle his darkness, and SJM supposedly spent time fleshing her out because she wrote her as a LI for Azriel; she's made for him, she is what he needs to grow (I actually enjoyed Gwyn's character btw, just pointing out how silly it all sounds). “Next book is a love triangle between Elain/Az/Gwyn” “Elain will turn evil or is secretly evil”. So you're telling me that SJM would pit Elain & Gwyn against each other in a love triangle over a man... all because of a necklace that was not even mentioned once in the actual books? Please, let's be logical for a second.

All this because instead of reading the bonus chapter in the context of the books, some people are reading the books in the context of the bonus chapter. Which now that I think of it is probably why so many people mischaracterize Az the way they do--because yes we know enough of his character to know half of the stuff the fandom diagnoses him with is questionable. Azriel? Entitled incel x fuckboy hybrid (gotta be the first of his kind, minute slay ig)? Interesting tell me more. No joke I saw a semi-popular post on here where a gwynriel said they read the bonus WITHOUT HAVING READ ANY OF THE BOOKS. I'm sorry, ship wars are silly and believe it or not idc who ppl ship, but it makes it hard to take some of the things they say seriously.

All this to say that the fandom isn't even debating the right thing. If you consider everything SJM has said in her interviews:

(she's been planting seeds for Nesta & Elain's book since acomaf; she knows who she is writing the first 2 books about + is keeping things open for the 3rd one--with 5 different ship options--which automatically rules out "Elain will close the series"; she said she's doing research for Elain's book in the ACOFAS bonus & there's seeds for future bookS in acofas; all she said recently about her beloved *heroines* and the themes of fate/true love/choice she finds *very* interesting & wants to discuss)

and if you also consider all she's written in the actual books (elain's characterization + the overarching plot in general & how she fits into it), then it's pretty evident that Elain's book is next.

The question then would be who is the MMC / 2nd PoV in her book, aka would acotar 5 be an elucien or an elriel story? Because logically, gwynriel was always a consequence of elucien. I honestly do not understand how people don't see that.

Oh and they always think they're gagging elriels with the "obviously Azriel is the next MC" as if elriels aren't saying the same thing? And we're the ones twisting info and not making sense. It's just funny at this point.

---sidenote: I realize that this post generalizes some things, and I just wanted to say that I have interacted with lovely eluciens / people on either side of this headache of a ship war. My hard limit is Elain haters though... back off I say 🤺 BACK OFF 🤺

---sidenote 2: I would have written this as a reblog except im not entirely sure how tumblr works and I get no visibility from them rip.

#please be so for real rn #elain archeron #anti gwynriel #anti nonsense #acotar 5 #elriel #pro elriel #pro elain #pro azriel #sjm interview #azriel bonus chapter #nesta archeron #elucien

[mythicalcookie]

Some Gwynriel headcons:

We all know that Gwyn has long and beautiful hair. She surely devoted her time to either style or take care of them. We all have seen stunning fanarts of Az touching her hair/ tiying it up

So here are my headcons about her hair:

Gwyn has to have some hair bands or ribbons that she would tame her hair.

I imagine her throwing her accessories around the House as they are easy to lose (I swear I have to buy them every month, they just disappear)

What if one day Azriel found some of them? I believe that he would think about Nesta or Cassian, but ribbons are rather Gwyn's thing

So he would just take it and swear to return it to her, but he would forget about it since he was called on another mission or something

After a few months I believe he would have a nice collection of those accessories, just because (I'm sure shadow babies would help him to differentiate between her and Cassian's. Imagine Azriel just picking which ones are Gwyn's and leaving the rest).

What if he heard Gwyn talking to Nesta about how tiresome is acquiring new ribbons since she loses previous ones.

So Azriel got the idea for the perfect gift for her for Solstice (or her birthday if she told him). He would spend hours just trying to pick colors and textures. We all know his gifts are allegedly the best so I believe he would take this task seriously. With the help of his shadows he picked the most suitable ones, in appropriate colors so everybody would know they're hers.

I wrote a previous post about his hands and this is my Roman Empire, if he would feel them.

He wrapped them nicely and left them in her room. I'm certain he wouldn't want others to know it was from him, as being in the center of attention is not his thing. And perhaps it's the same for others, that's why he wanted to do it in private.

Okay and now imagine them being in a relationship:

Both of them would wear her accessories in either their pockets or wrists

Just in case she needed some

It would be hilarious to see the Spymaster, in the middle of a training and Gwyn just searching through his pockets (do their leathers even have some?) and taking out her ribbon.

Maybe even his shadows would bring her one.

Imagine if Cassian tried to take one, he wouldn't even manage to touch Azriel's hand 😭 I believe he would be quite protective of Gwyn's possezsions

I have this beautiful fanart in my head, where Az was styling her hair in a pony tail.

He would want to learn how to braid her hair, even the simplest braids. It would be a sign of him taking care of him, his love language maybe.

And again, it would be a journey for both of them: Gwyn letting a man touch her without seeing him (he would be behind her), and Azriel learning to love his hands (my eyes sweat when I think about it)

I've read some of the stories where Azriel would admire her hair. There is even one modern au Gwynriel one shot where he actually had her hairband on his wrists (it was absolutely cute tho).

#azriel x gwyn #azriel shadowsinger #pro gwynriel #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara

[kopfkino-o]

My mom is a super casual reader. As in, if she can’t pronounce or remember a character’s name, she just gives them a new one. She just finished the ACOTAR series and I’m literally dying. Here’s what she calls the characters:

Tamlin = Timothy

Lucien = Luis

Feyre = Farrah. Like Farrah Fawcett

Nesta = Nestle

Elain = Melody

Azriel = Alex the police guy

Rhysand = Rice? Ryan?

Cassian = Cassian aka her favorite

Mor = Maddison. The girl who likes red.

Eris = ???? Erik

The Suriel = The hungry person???

Gwyn = ? Librarian girl ??

Emerie = ?????

Amren: ???????

Nyx: ???? Maybe the baby???

Jurian = Eyeball

Vassa = ????

Papa Archeron = Oh the shitbag

Amarantha = Amanda

#acotar #penny reads acotar. #I myself am the hungry person #aka the Suriel

[moodymelanist]

What Happens in Vegas

Happy @cassianappreciationweek everyone! I had a lot of fun with this one and major shoutout to @c-e-d-dreamer for giving me the plot idea for this ❤️‍🔥

Summary: Cassian and the guys spend a weekend in Vegas to celebrate his upcoming marriage to Nesta.

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Cassian 

When Cassian had agreed to let Rhys take him to Vegas for an all-expenses-paid bachelor party weekend, he’d been so excited that he hadn’t been able to stop talking about it for days. 

He just hadn’t factored in how much he’d miss Nesta.

“You have everything?” Nesta asked, leaning against one of their living room walls as Cassian wheeled his suitcase to the door. 

“I think so,” Cassian answered. He did a last-minute check that he had his phone, wallet, and keys, along with a light jacket for the flight. “If not, I can just buy it there.”

“Assuming you’ll be sober enough to think straight,” she teased, following him as he walked to the front of their home. 

When they’d been throwing around bachelor party ideas, originally Cassian had wanted to do something chill. He wasn’t into the stereotypical strip club party — especially not when he had Nesta at home waiting for him — but Rhys, Azriel, and Lucien had managed to convince him to visit Vegas for the weekend. Cassian wasn’t a huge gambler, but there were lots of things to do other than throw money away at the casinos, and he’d always wanted to go to Vegas. So he’d agreed to make the trip, and now the moment of truth had finally come. 

Cassian wheeled his suitcase outside to see that Rhys’ familiar black Range Rover was sitting in front of their townhouse, the trunk already open for Cassian to add his suitcase to the mix. He waved toward the car and turned back to Nesta so he could give her a proper goodbye, leaning in and pulling her into his arms in a fierce hug. He buried his face into the side of her neck and inhaled the familiar smell of her perfume while she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his embrace. Maybe he was being a little dramatic, but who cared? She was the love of his life. He could be a little dramatic if he wanted. 

“I’ll miss you,” Cassian murmured. He pulled back from the hug to fix her with what was probably one of the dopiest looks he’d given her yet. “So much.”

“I’ll miss you too, Cassian,” Nesta replied, the hint of a pleased smile making the corners of her lips turn up. “Have a safe flight.”

“Let’s go, lover boy!” Rhys called out from the car. He honked the horn like an asshole and Cassian whirled around to flip him off. “We’re gonna be late for our flight!”

“Shut the fuck up, Rhys, I’m saying goodbye to my wife,” Cassian yelled back. “Who I love very much!”

Nesta laughed, pulling Cassian’s attention back to her. “I love you too. Now hurry up, I have to keep packing for my trip.”

Nesta had decided on taking a beach trip for her bachelorette party, her and the rest of the ladies deciding to drive down to Myrtle Beach to spend a few days relaxing by the water. She and her sisters – along with Emerie and Gwyn – had rented out a beach house for a long weekend, and Cassian couldn’t wait to see just how many freckles would appear on her skin.

“Have fun at the beach,” Cassian said. He leaned in for a goodbye kiss and forced himself to eventually pull away, but not before he cupped her face and ran his thumb across her cheek. “Bye, sweetheart.”

“Bye, baby,” Nesta said back. She waited until he’d put his suitcase in the trunk and got in the car before she turned around and went back inside, though not before blowing him one last kiss. 

God, he loved her.

“Fucking finally,” Rhys muttered once Cassian had strapped himself into the passenger seat. “You’re leaving for a few days, not going off to war.”

“I’m not going to apologize for giving the love of my life the goodbye she deserves,” Cassian said primly. 

“Cut him a break, you know he can’t help it,” Azriel chimed in from the backseat. “We might as well get used to it. He’ll probably call her every night for a bedtime story.”

“If you got the kind of bedtime stories I did, you’d be calling every night too,” Cassian fired back with a smirk. 

“I don’t think any of us want that level of trauma,” Lucien teased, pulling 

Thankfully, once they made it to the airport, the rest of their traveling went smoothly. They made it through security without any problems, their flight left on time, and Cassian even got to take a nap in first class, all while he was texting Nesta about how nice it was to have real legroom. By the time they touched down in Vegas and made it to their hotel, Cassian was more than ready to walk around and see all that Vegas had to offer. 

Rhys had gotten them some super fancy suite that had a loft and room for everyone to have their own bed, and Cassian could hardly believe the view when they got upstairs. They were so high up that all of Vegas was spread out below them, and Cassian couldn’t stop gaping at how expensive everything must have been. 

“Rhys—” Cassian tried to thank him once Rhys had emerged from putting his stuff away, but he only waved Cassian off. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Rhys replied. “Come on, we have reservations in an hour.”

Cassian obliged and went to get changed, the four of them eventually making their way downstairs to the hotel’s restaurant. The food was amazing and the service was impeccable, and by the time they made it back upstairs, Cassian’s stomach was pleasantly full and was more than ready to pass out. 

“You’re getting an hour, and then we’re going back downstairs,” Azriel told him, waggling his phone at Cassian to show him the timer. “Chop chop.”

“Fine,” Cassian huffed. Once he reached his bed, he kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his underwear before flopping on top of the comforter. “Good night.”

When Lucien came to shake him awake, Cassian was abruptly pulled out of his dream and nearly rolled off the bed. “Morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Fuck off,” Cassian replied good-naturedly. 

Lucien just laughed and left him to get dressed, and once Cassian was presentable, he left the warmth of his bed to find Rhys pouring out a round of shots. 

“Look who’s finally back to the land of the living,” Rhys said as he put the cap back on. “Nice of you to join us, lover boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassian said back, flipping him off. “What are we drinking?”

“Tequila,” Azriel answered. He pushed everyone’s shots toward them before moving a little bowl of limes to where the glasses had just been. “If you want one.”

Cassian took one and turned toward Rhys expectantly, since he tended to lead their toasts. His brother was already holding his little shot glass up in the air and waited for the rest of them to follow suit before saying, “To Cassian, who I still can’t believe managed to convince Nesta Archeron to let him follow her around for the rest of their lives. Salud.”

“Trust me, I can’t believe it either,” Cassian joked once he’d tossed back his shot and sucked down on his lime. He’d hardly believed it when she’d said yes to a date, let alone to spending the rest of their lives together, but he wasn’t about to question any of it. “Hit me again.”

By the time they all made it downstairs, they were three shots down and ready for more. Cassian had never really been much of a gambler, but it was cool to see so many different games spread out across the casino floor. There were slot machines and card tables and people cheering or booing depending on how things were going, and Cassian was feeling just enough of a buzz for it to all be exciting. 

Of course, it didn’t take long for the buzz to turn into being full-on drunk. Lucien got him one of those enormous daiquiris while Azriel showed him how to use the slot machines, and Cassian felt like a kid in a candy store. He wanted to try everything at least once no matter how much money he won or lost, and his friends were more than willing to encourage him. There were also plenty of women willing to help him out, but Cassian was far too quick to mention Nesta for any of them to get too close. 

“You want another one?” Azriel asked once Cassian hit the bottom of his daiquiri. It was so loud inside the casino that it was almost hard to hear him. 

“Yeeeeeeeah,” Cassian answered, grinning widely for no reason. Well, not for no reason. He had the greatest friends in the world. “I love you so much, man.”

“Likewise,” Azriel replied. He looked only a little alarmed when Cassian leaned over and threw his arm around him. 

“Nooooo,” Cassian whined. “You gotta say it back. Stop being so repressed. And depressed.”

“Yeah, Az,” Rhys chimed in, laughing. “Tell the man you love him, for God’s sake. It’s not healthy to keep everything inside.”

“He knows that I care about him,” Azriel responded with a heavy sigh. 

“Just say it,” Lucien told him. “He’s not gonna let it go until you do.”

“Fine.” Azriel turned to Cassian and awkwardly patted the side of his face. “I love you too, Cassian. Now can you please let go of me?”

“Yes,” Cassian replied with a big grin. “You’re the best.”

Azriel patted him again before extracting himself from Cassian’s grip, muttering about how he preferred sober Cassian before he and Lucien headed off to the bar. 

“You’re a mess,” Rhys told Cassian fondly. 

“I’m your mess,” Cassian replied just as happily. “Well. Mostly Nesta’s mess now.”

“And isn’t that something,” Rhys said, chuckling. He let Cassian lead him over to another slot machine and made a disappointed noise when he didn’t win. “Let me try.”

Halfway through the game, Rhys frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Cassian saw Feyre’s photo lighting up the screen and he couldn’t help but pout. He wished Nesta would call him. 

“I’m gonna talk to Feyre for a few minutes,” Rhys said, leaning over to poke his finger into Cassian’s chest. “ You better stay right here. Do you hear me?”

“Yup,” Cassian said back. “Stay right here. Got it.”

Naturally, the moment Rhys walked away to call Feyre, Cassian couldn’t help but wander a little too. He didn’t go far, he just wanted to go somewhere that wasn’t as loud as their corner of the casino was, but that was basically impossible. So he just ended up at one of the smaller bars, sighing as he fiddled with his phone and wished Nesta’s photo would show up on his screen.   

Cassian wished Nesta was here. He’d wanted her here with him the entire time, of course, but he was really feeling her absence now. 

Maybe he should call her. 

Yeah. Yeah. He really wanted to hear her voice, and tell her how much he loved her in case she forgot, which she definitely wouldn’t, but it never hurt. Just in case. And if she wouldn’t call him, then he could always call her to remind her. The perfect compromise.

He dialed her number from memory just because he could, and pressed the phone to his ear while the line rang. He hoped she picked up because he really missed her and wanted to talk to her about Vegas and hear her laugh. God, she had the best laugh. The best everything, really. She was so perfect it was almost too much to handle. But he could manage. For her, he’d do anything. 

Nesta didn’t answer, which — Cassian was not going to cry about it. He was not. She was having a good time with her friends, and between the time difference and her being on a well-deserved girls' trip, no way she was picking up the phone right now. 

Still. He could be a little sad about it. 

“Hi, you’ve reached Nesta Archeron,” came the start of her very professional voicemail. “I’m not available right now, but please leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”

“After the tone, please record your message,” the automated voice told him. Cassian blinked away the not-tears in his eyes as he waited for it to finish. “When you are finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options.”

“Heeeeeeey, sweetheart,” Cassian began once he heard the beep. “Nes. Nesta. Babe. I don’t wanna be annoying or anything. But. I miss you. So, so much. I know it hasn’t even been a day but I wish you were here. I lost all the money Rhys gave me and I wanted to buy you something good but you’re not even here to make me feel better and I hate it.”

Wait. Fuck. It wasn’t her job to make him feel better. 

“Not that that’s your responsibility because I am a grown man.” He made sure to stress those last two words so she knew he was being serious. “I just. I’m having fun, but I know I’d have a lot more fun if you were here too.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “Not that I’m not having fun. I hope you’re having fun. You work so fucking hard and you never do nice things for yourself even though you deserve it. You deserve all the nice things because you are the best fucking person I know.”

God, he was so drunk. Nesta was definitely going to laugh at him about this later, but then she’d kiss him and it would all be worth the embarrassment. 

“I just love you so much,” Cassian said, a distressing sniffle making its way out of his nose before he pulled himself together. “Okay. Okay. I’m okay. I’ll see you when you get back. I love you, sweetheart. Okay. Bye.”

Cassian forced himself to hang up and then released a heavy sigh, putting his head in his hands for a few moments to collect himself. 

“You alright, man?” someone asked. 

Cassian pulled his head out of his hands to see the bartender giving him a semi-worried look. “Yeah. I just really miss my fiancée.”

“Bachelor weekend?” the bartender asked with a sigh. At Cassian’s nod, he added, “You should be enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” Cassian insisted. “I just. Really miss her.”

The guy’s name tag read Kallon, and he looked distinctly unimpressed. “Aren’t you going to see her in a few days?”

“Yeah,” Cassian answered slowly. “So?”

“So?” Kallon repeated. “So? So you’ll see her in a few days, man. You gotta get it together.”

“I’m trying,” Cassian told him. 

“Maybe you could order a drink and that would make you feel better,” Kallon suggested pointedly. “Or maybe you could go mope upstairs in your room?”

“Trust me, you’d be moping too if you had a fiancée like mine and she wasn’t here,” Cassian promised. 

“Oh yeah?” Kallon replied, sounding extremely skeptical. “Sure, buddy.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m sure you are, man.”

“I’ll prove it to you.”

“You really don’t need to do that.”

“No, I think I do.” Cassian fumbled with his phone before pulling up some of their engagement photos, his heart squeezing all over again at how gorgeous Nesta looked in them. “Here.”

“Huh,” Kallon said, surprised. “Would you look at that.”

“See?” Cassian said back smugly. He accepted his phone and slid it into his pocket so he wouldn’t lose it. “I told you so.”

“Yeah, alright,” Kallon replied. “You can have that one. She’s beautiful. You two look great together. Now are you gonna order a drink, or are you gonna keep moping?”

Cassian was just about to pull up some more photos and keep being snarky when he felt someone’s hand roughly spin the back of his barstool around. “What the fuck — Rhys?”

“Where the fuck have you been,” Rhys hissed into his ear. 

“Right… here?” Cassian replied, confused. He hadn’t gone that far. “I just went to sit down somewhere else.”

“We have been looking for you for the last fucking half hour,” Rhys continued. “We thought we lost you!”

“How the fuck could you lose me? I’ve been here the whole time,” Cassian told him. He turned toward the bartender and made a flapping motion with his hands that he hoped got his point across. “Tell him!”

“It’s true,” Kallon replied resignedly. “He’s been here the whole time, moping about missing his fiancée and not ordering anything .”

“My gorgeous fiancée,” Cassian corrected automatically.

“Yeah, yeah, the sun shines out of Nesta’s ass, we get it,” Azriel chimed in, sounding exhausted. 

“Let’s just be grateful nobody had to tell her we lost him,” Lucien muttered. He exchanged a relieved look with Rhys and Azriel before turning his attention back to Cassian, pulling one of Cassian’s arms over his shoulder so he could bodily haul Cassian out of his seat. “Come on, lover boy. That’s enough shenanigans for one night.”

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#cassianappreciationweek2023 #Cassian #nesta archeron #Nessian #Rhysand #azriel #lucien vanserra #moodymelanistwrites #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

[pan-withnoplan]

Regarding elriels (and even some gwynriels ngl) saying that we are misogynistic because we "reduce gwyn and elain to their ability to have azriel's babies"

First of all, that's not the only reason why we ship them but we all know that.

Second of all y'all are completely forgetting what Sarah likes to write. "They fall in love and get married and have a thousand babies" that's what she says she fantasises about when reading, even stories with no romance in it. Her novels are the fantasy, plot-heavy equivalent of a bodice-ripper. Children (or the promise of children) play a super important role in how she decides who will end up with whom.

Also, I'm not saying that she would never want to explore a childless mated couple but we have to consider if the characters would accept that life. Can you really say that Elain would be fine with never having children? Are you sure that deep down, Azriel doesn't secretly want them in his future? Don't you think they can both be good parents? Wouldn't it be cruel to keep that joy away from them?

So no, I don't think we are being misogynistic when we say Sarah's writing makes us think Gwyn being capable of giving birth to Illyrian babies is one of many points in favor of gwynriel. If elriel were to happen, I'm 100% sure Sarah would change Elain too, like she did Feyre and Nesta. She hasn't, to date. If she does in the next book, or if elriel becomes endgame and is the couple that remains childless, you can go I told you so. But don't call us misogynistic for highlighting patterns in the ships.

#acotar #anti elriel #gwynriel #pro elucien #acomaf #acowar #acofs #pro gwyneth berdara #y'all can say what you like this is #pro elain archeron #pro azriel #gonna tag this as #pro lucien vanserra #too because long live elucien #gwyneth berdara #elain archeron #azriel #pro gwynriel

[readychilledwine]

A Simple Favor

Summary -

Warnings - 3 some, mentions of a 4way, anal, oral, overstimulation, dominant sub dynamics, boarding pet play

A/n - I too wish I could be the middle of an Illyrian Sandwich. If you haven't read Early Mornings or Training Tensions, peep them here 💜 Irelina, the OC, isn't mentioned much, but she is a catalyst.

Irelina rested her forehead against Nesta's, "It's only a couple nights tops, my love. Azriel and Cassian will be here with you, and Emerie and Gwyn are here, too."

Nesta held a tight grip behind her elbows still, "We haven't been apart since Windhaven."

"I know, Ness. I promise when I am back the we will have a book night just the two of us. I'll even bring you home a few new books if you're a good girl."

Nesta nodded. "We will need 3 copies."

Irelina smiled, her heart warming as she played with that friendship bracelet adorning her mate's wrist. "Anything for you, Ness. Let me say goodbye to our idiots." Nesta kissed her with a soft goodbye before moving to where Azriel and Cassian stood. 

Azriel moved to Irelina first, taking her chin gently in-between his two fingers. "You will call for Rhysand if I need to come help you. You will not fight your way out of a camp again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir. Take care of our loves for me?"

Azriel nodded, kissing Irelina quickly before moving to rub a hand up and down Nesta's back and placing a kiss on her temple. He whispered gently into her ear words of comfort, of how Irelina has been sent to countless camps alone, and how she always comes back.

Cassian took his wife's hand, pulling her out of the door and grabbing her bag. he held her tightly the second they were alone outside, cradling her head to his chest. "I love you," Irelina told him. "I love you so much."

"I love you more, baby." He pulled her into a passionate kiss. Pouring every second of love, longing, and feeling into it and the bond. "Ness will be okay, I promise."

Irelina smirked, as a couple shadows weaved their way into her hair. "Speaking of Ness, I need a favor from you and Azriel."

Azriel was hiding the growing anticipation as he looked at Cassian. The male has been rubbing Nesta's neck and shoulders as she read. It was one of her smutty novels, they could tell from the twitch in her brow, her bated breath, her flushing cheeks.  

"What are you reading, Ness?" Azriel leaned forward as he asked, gently taking the novel from her hands. The scene in the book was explicit to say the least, but juvenile compared to what the two males had in store for her. "Sounds boring," he handed the book to Cassian. 

The general shook his head. "Ness, I feel like you, Irelina, and I have better nights than this."

The made sister's cheeks were flushed red, "This is different. It's-"

Cassian interrupted. "Two males with one female. I noticed. Did you want to try that, Ness?"

They watched as her blue eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her throat. "Irelina isn't here."

Azriel smirked, taking Nesta's chin in his hands like he had done to Irelina earlier. "Do you not remember she isn't in charge, sweetness? Answer his question."

Nesta nodded, almost eagerly. "Yes." 

Azriel ran a scarred thumb down her lips, "Is it something you want to try with us?"

Her voice was breathless, lips still slightly parted, "Yes"

That was how Nesta found herself on her knees in front of Cassian, Azriel's hand tangled into her hair as he dictated her movements based on Cassian's good or bad behaviors. "Eyes up here, soldier," Nesta shivered at the dominance radiating from Azriel as he pulled her off of Cassian making the male whine in the process. "Eyes stay on me, or I take our pretty little Nesta to bed and force you to stare at a corner while I fuck her. This is your last warning. Understood?"

Cassian swallowed hard, looking back up to Azriel as the grip in his hair grew tighter. "Yes sir." 

"Good boy," Nesta was guided back to Cassian's cock, taking it back in her mouth eagerly. She moaned around it, causing Cassian's mouth to part. "Look at my pretty obedient pets." 

Azriel allowed Nesta a little more control, letting her use the skills he knew she had to suck and lick every inch of Cassian down until the male was whimpering and groaning for release. 

Azriel ripped her away again, causing Cassian's eyes to open and go wide with frustration. "Pick her up," Azriel demanded. 

Cassian obeyed immediately, lifting Nesta so her long smooth legs went around his waist and her wet aching core hovered above his cock. Azriel moved behind her, releasing her from the shadows binding her hands, and then gently brushed her hair over to one shoulder. "Fuck her."

He didn't have to be told twice, lowering Nesta onto his cock and watching as her head fell back and she moaned in bliss. 

He had grown to love her independence, her rage, her fire, but he loved her like this more than anything. Walls completely down, vulnerable, truly happy. 

He began pumping into her slowly as Azriel ran his hands down her back. They had prepped Irelina for weeks to do this, gentle was their only option since they had not given Ness the same courtesy. 

She leaned back up, walls clenching around Cassian as he hit impossibly deep inside of her. His cock hit every nerve inside of her, lighting her on fire and causing a tight coil to begin. 

She hardly heard Azriel opening a bottle behind her over the sounds of her open moans and whines pleasure. 

She felt her breath hitching in excitement as one of Azriel's fingers swirled her other hole before gently pushing in. Azriel chuckled behind her, immediately knowing something Cassian didn't. "Little dove," he whispered into Nesta's ear, "Has my little bat been getting play back here?"

Cassian groaned at the idea of Irelina dominating Nesta, of his normally submissive beautiful wide fucking her with one of the straps Nesta normally used on her. He gave a hard thrust as Nesta nodded with a whimper, the bond instantly reaching for the missing member. "That changed things," Azriel kissed her shoulder, pulling his finger out and reusing the lubricant on himself. "Relax into Cassian, Ness. This is still going to be different." As if that missing link knew, a gentle wave of calm hit Nesta, allowing tension to leave her body as it wrapped her heart and soul in a comforting embrace. 

Azriel pushed into her ass slowly, and Nesta felt like her body was about to go out. "Good little dove," he praised her. His own hands found her plush thighs, helping Cassian support her. "Want us to move?"

"Please," she pleaded. "Gods please?"

She had watched Irelina take both of them once as a punishment. She had fallen into this mess of slick, drool, and incoherent thoughts so quickly, and now Nesta understood why. 

They set their own paces, chasing their own highs as they used her like their own personal cock sleeve. Nesta leaned her head into Azriel's neck, whining and moaning at the almost painful stretch of how full she was and the way this bordered on too much but not enough. 

She could feel their cocks rubbing together against her gummy walls, that coil tightening more and more as her mind went completely blank, drunk on nothing but pleasure. 

Azriel moved one of his hands, finding the front of her core and that swollen bundle of nerves. He knew Cassian was close as he watched the general become a mess of growls, moans, and his head fall back while his wings fluttered. He gave Nesta one last stimulation, circling her clit with his scarred finger. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Gods please?" Nesta became even more pliant, her breathing turning into rapid pants. 

They both felt it when it came, Nesta went silent, her nails digging so tightly into Cassian's shoulders he hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Then she screamed. She screamed as her walls milked them, slick coming out of her and soaking both of them. She screamed as the force of her orgasm was continued by their unstopping thrusts. Then she went limp, allowing them to fully and truly use her. 

Cassian went next, causing Azriel to tip over at the same time from the change in his movements. They both spilled into her, triggering another small orgasm from the female that was all whimpers and babbling. 

Azriel pulled out first. Grabbing the rag he had brought in and cleaning himself and Nesta before waiting for Cassian to pull out to do the same. "She needs a bath and food," Cassian said gently. "I think we've earned that, too." Azriel nodded as they moved her into the already waiting oversized tub. Cassian handled her to Azriel, watching as she placed her chest tight against the shadowsinger and he walked them into the tub. They let her fall into a false sense of comfort, relaxing a little until they were both hard again. 

And then they began. 

"She's been talking about it for 12 nights," Irelina's voice played in Cassian's mind. "Saying she could handle both of you better than I can, saying she could go round after round with both of you inside of her. I want her fucked to stupidity, I want her a babbling mess while I watch from the bond. I want her fucked so throughly she never questions how hard pleasing both of you is again," she had kissed Cassian then, the scent of his and her arousal mixing. "Make our little mate's fantasies come true, and I'll let you two watch me fuck her." 

That next morning, Nesta could hardly walk. She was carried down the stairs by Cassian, her mind still blank as the three of them sat down for breakfast. The males had fucked her all night, and already twice this morning. She was exhausted, wondering how Irelina managed all three of them dominating her, and frankly, the thought of going one more round had her almost cringing.

12 times. They had fucked her 12 times in ways she had never read about or imagined. She had been fucked with Azriel in her cunt, her head hanging off the bed as Cassian made her choke on his cock and fucked her throat. She had been suspended from shadows, Azriel eating her out as Cassian took her sore asshole. She had been laid on the bed, fucked by Cassian as Azriel took him forcing each thrust to be harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

Azriel paused a brow raised at her, "I thought you were too sore to keep going, little dove?" Cassian had also paused, his fork half way to his mouth as he began to smirk. "Should I let Cassian fuck you on the table? I'm enjoying my breakfast, but I'll never say no to a show."

They all perked up as the door opened, Cassian standing instantly and rushing to the threshold where the living room met the dining room. He picked up a familiar smaller figure, hugging it tightly before setting them back down. "You're back early."

"False report. Every single female there is intact and trains anywhere from 2 to 4 hours a day, as I set it up to be. Rhys should have known better. It was my homecamp." Irelina paused as she walked into the room and sniffed. "Smells like sex in here." Irelina walked over to Nesta, taking in how tired she was and the scent of Azriel and Cassian cum clinging to her skin like a lifeline. "Did you handle them better than I do dove?"

Nesta's eyes snapped to her, going wide. "No. I- I don't know how you do it."

Irelina shrugged, crossing her tan toned arms. "Well, you better learn and get some rest today. I bought new toy, and you're going to choke on it when they fuck you again later." 

Nesta swallowed hard at the thought and began eating her breakfast, a slow realization hitting her as she did. 

Nesta had bit off more than she could chew, but she regretted nothing.

#acotar #nesta x azriel #nesta x cassian #azriel x cassian #azriel x nesta x cassian

[incorrect-random-fandom]

Rhys, to Gwyn: This is Azriel, he hates himself and never smiles but he also has wings, doesn’t know how to make bracelets or open up about his feelings, is a sore loser, and giggles when you call him baby.

Gwyn, handing over cash: I’ll take him.

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[nikethestatue]

Not an ask but I would just like to say I started reading ACOTAR this year from all the online hype it has, so I went in semi spoiled. Mainly already knowing the 3 couples, Rhys and Feyre, Nesta and Cassian, and what I was led to believe were Az and Gwyn. So I went in fully expecting those pairings.

Once I finished the series I walked away SO confused thinking I had misunderstood or had missed some huge scene for Gwyn and Az. All the foreshadowing I read clearly indicated Elain and Azriel. I started looking online to see if there were any updates on the next book, and that’s when I found the infamous bonus lol. I thought ok, this must be what I’m missing, let me read this and NOW Gwyn and Az will make sense.

Nope lol. I walked away from that chapter fully convinced of Elain and Az at that point. I mean that was truly just confirmation of what is being laid out in the previous books. Mutual desire and feelings.

I literally went into this series expecting a completely different outcome, and walked away with my mind completely changed based on actual canon text. I do not understand how people just willfully ignore what has been so clearly planned out and also lead others to believe what they ship without making it clear that it is not a confirmed pair.

Yep! I totally understand what you are saying. Gwynriel has been hyped so much, you'd think they already HAD a book written about them. You'd think they saved the world and had a baby.

Their interactions are...she screeched. He raised his brow. She said ONE line 'see you tomorrow shadowsinger'. That's what the 'great romance'' was. I almost feel bad--readers have been taken for a ride and came back all confused and disappointed.

That's why there is always a lot of so-called suggestions not to read certain books and over-emphasizing the same 3 lines.

[danikamariewrites]

hi ! i’m the anon who requested the feysand smut & it was soooo good ! i loved every single moment of it, it was just *chef’s kiss* 💜🤌🏻

i have a new idea for you. could you possibly do something along the lines of rhys or feyre, possibly both becoming jealous of reader’s fictional crush?

thank you, and ily ! 🫶🏻

Better Than Books

Feysand x f!reader

A/n: Aahhh hi anon! That makes me so happy and thank you for requesting again 💜

Warnings: suggestive

If there was one thing Rhys loved it was seeing you and Feyre spending time together. Watching you two snuggled up on the couch, snacking, giggling, and reading always brought a big smile to his face.

Lately Rhys realized you had been taking book recommendations from Nesta. You had usually stuck to light romance books so he was surprised to see you reading a rather smutty novel one day. Rhys had caught you and Feyre reading said smutty books together, giggling like school girls to each other over steamy scenes.

When Rhys would ask you two what you were fawning over you’d quickly shut the book. Both saying nothing and laughing. This bothered Rhys. Not in a bad way, more like he wanted to know so he could bring your and Feyre’s sexual fantasies to life. And maybe he was a little jealous of these so called “book boyfriends” you two and the Valkyries talked about.

One day, on his break, Rhys heard you and Feyre laughing in the living room. He stopped just outside the doorway so you wouldn’t see him. He knew you were talking about one of your smutty books again. “You think Rhys would do this to us?” You asked, eliciting a giggle from both of you.

“And what, exactly, would Rhys do?” He asked, leaning casually against the door frame. You two freeze, looking to each other then to Rhys, your faces looking like you had been caught doing something you shouldn’t have been. “Err, nothing.” Feyre said, a fierce blush appears on both your cheeks. Rhys crossed his arms and huffed.

“Aww,” Feyre coos at him, padding across the room to his rigid frame. You follow her and both wrapped your arms around him. “Our poor Illyrian baby. Don’t be mad.” “Yeah Rhysie. You know we love you.” You added.

The next day Rhys was still a little peeved that you and Feyre wouldn’t tell him what you were reading about. This did not go unnoticed by his brothers. When Rhys snapped his second pen from how tense he was Cassian finally asked him what was wrong. “It’s those stupid smutty books Nesta told them about. Usually Feyre and y/n talk to me about sexual stuff so I’m just confused as to why they won’t talk to me about this.”

Cassian and Azriel told him not to force it with you two. They took slow with with Nesta and Gwyn when they ran into the same problem. “I told Az this and now I’m going to tell you. Start. Reading. The. Books. You don’t have to read the whole thing, but read the good stuff. Then one night just…do it. Then talk about it.” Az rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement.

Rhys takes their advice and starts reading the books for the spicy parts. He would never admit it to his brothers, but he found some of them very entertaining. He got invested in a series or two. After a month of reading through your collection Rhys was confident he’d read your and Feyre’s favorite parts.

He decided he was ready to make his move. You and Feyre were sitting in bed as Rhys was finishing up his skin care in the bathroom. As he stared at you two through the door way a loving smile played at his lips. Part of him felt that reading your books and then acting them out with you before discussing it was an invasion of your privacy.

Rhys decided to completely ignore Cassian’s advice and do things his way. Padding over to the bed, he sunk down on the soft mattress in his usual spot. Rhys had decided to just wear his boxers to bed since he was going to be taking them off anyway. He always slept naked while you and Feyre favored the occasional matching sleep set.

Feyre looks at Rhys, noticing his tense shoulders. “Rhys, is something wrong?” Concern laced her tone, making your head snap toward him. “Err…” he mumbled and scratched the back of his neck. Why couldn’t he get his words out? Your look matches Feyre’s now, “You can tell us. No judgement, promise.”

He hangs his head, staring at his hands in his lap. “I’ve been reading your books lately.” As he looked up he saw the shocked smirks on your faces. “I was a little jealous and I had heard you talking about them so many times. I felt a little left out and wanted to see what you were interested in.”

You and Feyre look at each other then turn back to Rhys with faux pouts. “Aww baby. I’m sorry we made you feel left out.” You open your arms to him and he wraps himself up in you. Feyre rubs his back soothingly. “That’s honestly kind of sweet Rhys.” His head pearks up, “Really?” “Yeah.” You say in unison.

“Most males wouldn’t care about these things, but you cared enough to read them.” You say, pulling away from him slightly to cup his jaw as Feyre runs her fingers through his short inky hair. Your smirk turns mischievous as you look to Feyre, calling out for her in your mind. “Yes lovely?” “He read them for us, should we finally ask him?” “You read my mind.”

Feyre takes Rhys’ face in her hands, lifting him to face her. “Do you want to try some of the stuff you’ve read about Rhysie?” His eyes went wide along with the grin on his face as he nods eagerly. Rhys tackles you and Feyre to the bed kissing your faces, “You two are in for a very, very long night my loves.”

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[mythicalcookie]

I was thinking about Azriel's hands, especially to which extent he still can feel different textures.

We don't really know much about his recovery and the (physical) damage beside the scars. From my own experience I can tell that the scars can cause pain depending on various factors, for example weather, climate, temperature etc. I like to believe he actually has special tonics or medication that would help him soothe the pain. But we should also talk about the internal damage.

While the burns are external, I think they didn't really damage his nerves, but the skin tissue is absolutely delicate on hands. And while he might still feel the textures, I believe that because of the scars, it's not to the fullest.

Skin on scars is not the same as "ordinary" skin, you can even observe that the places you have some (or you had stitches etc.) don't have any hairs, do not really tan, they can even get lighter.

That's why I believe that it's easier for him to feel things like swords and shields, heavy books and things like that. But what about lighter and much more fragile textures and surfaces? Like clothes, plates, babies, strings of bracelets, or hair? I'm actually curious about it, especially that I read those fanfictions where Azriel was making a bracelet for Gwyn (btw those stories were absolutely adorable).

I also like to think that, perhaps through their meetings (and what I call healing sessions), Azriel would 'train' his hands. I don't know how to describe it better, but there is something intriguing about Shadowsinger, his hands, shadows, and making such delicate things (I'm also a firm believer that while he might not feel it to the fullest, he learned how to live with it, and his shadows helping him).

#azriel x gwyn #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel #acotar #gwyneth berdara #pro gwynriel

[fieldofdaisiies]

gwyn x balthazar | 2,5k words | warnings: none | masterlist

"Your eyes remind me of the ocean. They are stunning, endless and deep."

Aged paper, weathered leather, and a faint hint of ink lie in the air as Gwyn rounds a large shelf, her fingertips delicately brushing over the bindings of the books as she slowly walks through the long and winding rows that lead her deeper into the heart of the library. 

There is nothing but peace and solitude down here, two things Gwyn has come to love so very much. These are things that calm her heart, keep her breathing even, and that she finds comfort in. 

She is on one of the lower levels, Merrill has sent her here to do some work  for her— rearranging and organising. She also has to look for a specific book for Merrill, hoping she will find it soon. 

Absently, Gwyn's fingers leave the books, now brushing over her bracelet, sometimes still making her wonder if the pull she felt during the Blood Rite was connected to it. She hasn't felt it ever since, which is odd, but maybe it is because she is now once again closer to Nesta? 

But not to Emerie…so it is…odd. 

Everything is odd. Also that the interaction with the stranger still lingers and— she does not want to think about him!

Gwyn draws in a sharp breath, closing her eyes as she does so, trying to force every thought of him —what is even his name?— out of her brain. She does not have to know his name, she tells herself, and lifts her hand again to the books in the shelf next to her. 

The air feels cool and crisp down here, shadows covering the bookshelves at the very back, creating a mystical atmosphere.  

Gwyn feels immensely grateful to have the opportunity to call this place her home. That she was given the chance to live her, that the High Lord has offered this place to her and all the other females who were in need of it. It has become her sanctuary and her home. It has become a place where she can live, where she can breathe, and talk, sing and smile. It is the place where she met Nesta, a person she now calls a friend, her family, actually. And then she met Emerie, who is like a sister to her as well. This place, despite the awful past everyone living here had to endure, is a good place, full of hope and aspiration. 

Gwyn pauses from time to time, occasionally rearranging the large volumes or pulling out certain books that catch her attention, studying their covers before returning them to their rightful place. 

She hasn't yet found the one for Merrill, but she is in no rush. She will later head up to the others for training, but she still has time, no one is pressuring her. Especially not after the Blood Rite. Everyone is trying to find comfort again, processing what has happened. She has been informed about Bryallin and Eris, what has been done, and what the reason for the weapons during the Blood Rite was. She has also attended Nesta and Cassian's mating ceremony, only for a short time. She had mostly spoken to Emerie and Azriel there, and when she felt tired, and her social battery started to run out, she had returned to her room. It was all good. All fine, and everyone understood. 

Additionally, the Night Court has a new member, and everyone is trying to spend as much time with baby Nyx as possible. He is a true sunshine that fills every person's heart with light and love when just looking at him. It seems like he was exactly what they all needed in these gloomy times, plagued by the uncertainty about what is about to come in the future — the imminent threat of Koschei. 

The Night Court is now much more open towards sharing information with those who are close. Gwyn and Emerie have been become a vital part of the Inner Circle around the High Lord and now often join meetings with the others. And, not only those two. Also Eris, although they are still wary of him, has become an important ally. 

The autumn court heir's goal, the only target on his mind at the moment, getting rid of his father. Something the Night Court will support him in achieving. 

The Library has been her sanctuary for a long while now, a place she finds comfort in, but after the Blood Rite things started to change a little. Gwyn has started to feel more confident to leave this place. On a few occasions, not always and not every day, and mostly for training, but still it somehow has become easier. 

She inhales a breath. The only sounds audible are the rustling of pages turning and some hushed conversations. 

Gwyn rounds another shelf, gaze moving over all the books. She takes a moment to organise the books, aligning them with meticulous care, ensuring each one finds its rightful position in the shelves. 

History of Prythian, warfare, philosophy, and romance — everything can be found in the Library, all of course in the shelves reserved for them. Gwyn's favourite section is of course the romance books one. But for now she heads towards the more scientific pieces. 

The dim lighting casts a gentle glow upon the walls, making it seem almost mystic as Gwyn walks even further into the Library, softly humming to herself. 

Shadows dance around her and flicker, capturing Gwyn's attention. She draws in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a long moment, but all she sees is those deep hazel eyes and the slight glow in them as he looked at her. He was so..she finds it difficult to find words for him. He was so…not what she expected from the Illyrian males of the war camps. His voice was so gentle, so soft, so…She shakes away the thoughts. She can't let herself think of him. 

She will very likely never see him again, there is hardly any possibility their paths will ever cross again. Moreover, she does not even know if he survived the Blood Rite. 

He has been kind and kept her safe, but what if it all of that was fake, what if he is no better than the other brutes? He may or may not be a brute, it does not matter anymore. She won't see him again, and she was afraid of him. That is the only thing she knows for sure. 

In this moment, where they lay on the ground, it was just too much, and the memories and how his hand felt as it wrapped around her arm, how his body pressed against hers… The memories mixed with her fear were just too much. And she was afraid. 

Lost in the peaceful quite of the library, Gwyn becomes one with the books, finding solace down here in the Library despite the whirlwind of thoughts and memories and pain inside her mind.

But even her peaceful silence, is suddenly interrupted by a sharp voice, slicing through the air like a sword. Gwyn startles, taken aback by the priestess sudden appearance behind her. 

In Merril's eyes a, there is a fierce glow.  "Didn't I tell you to order the third floor?"

Gwyn's lips part, yet no words leave her. She is so caught in a stupor, unable to think straight. 

"Hm?" Merrill presses, bracing her hands on her hips.

"I am already done with the third floor, so I thought I come down here and continue here," Gwyn answers in a low, but nevertheless steady voice. 

"That's what you thought, huh?" Merrill raises a displeased brow, giving Gwyn a once over. 

Gwyn only nods in answer, too fed up with Merrill's constant bickering. 

Everything she does is wrong. Everything she says is wrong. She doesn't even have to answer, knowing whatever she will say will anyway be wrong. That is just how Merrill is, how she treats her day and night. 

"I did and I am sorry." Gwyn lets her shoulders slump, exhaling loudly, but finding no energy in herself to tell her off. 

Nesta has given her some tips on how to stand up against her, how to not let Merrill win, but today Gwyn is just too tired to come up with a come back. She just wants to rest. Physically, but mostly mentally.

The Blood Rite has taken its toll on her, creating a whirlwind of vivid memories that keeps haunting her day and night. But not only this. There are still older memories, and there is still the thought of the young male…And that even months after everything happened. 

"Gwyneth, are you listening?" Merrill's voice is too loud, too sharp and Gwyn reluctantly meets her gaze, nodding. 

"Then follow my orders. I said you can leave now. I assume you will go upstairs to your friends again, right?" The way in which Merrill said friends, with so much spite in her tone, makes a cool shiver dance down Gwyn's spine. Obviously, Merrill has no friends and Gwyn feels a little —actually quite bad— about that. Everyone needs friends, but some people just ruin this by behaving like an awful being. 

"Alright." Gwyn dips her chin, sliding past Merrill, not wanting to listen to her for a moment longer. Her voice and what she says is not good for her, so she does not want to spend more time with her than needed. Gwyn has long ago decided that she only wants to surround herself with people that are good for her, and Merrill is not one of those people. 

With fast strides, Gwyn ascends the long and winding staircase within the library, each step carrying her higher and closer to her friends. 

Although, the staircase seems to stretch endlessly, spiralling upward, anticipation starts to glow vividly within her as she remembers that she now can spend time with the people she loves. They will do a little bit of training, but Azriel and her can once again go over some dagger handling, she still needs to improve a little there. 

Gwyn's hand lightly brushes against the polished railing, it feels cool beneath her palm, her gaze strays over all the shelves and books inside of them. Dust particles dance in the air, caught in the rays of light that seep in from above. She is close to the top now, the ambience now less mystic as she leaves the confines of the ancient Library. 

Finally, the top of the staircase comes into view, and Gwyn's heart quickens with anticipation. She reaches the top where Clotho is bent over a large book, only lifting her gaze momentarily to smile at Gwyn. 

"Have a good day!" Gwyn greets and passes her, heading for the door and the last staircase that leads up into the House of Wind. 

Leaving the Library is always a big step, but it gets easier with every time she does so. A long and deep breath, levels her heart, her eyes closing on their own accord and giving Gwyn the necessary grounding she needs to leave her sanctuary.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

She walks up the last steps, leading her into the entrance hall of the House of Wind, where the familiar voice of the general of the Illyrian armies already reaches her. A smile appears on Gwyn's face, knowing that they —her newly found family— are all gathered there together. 

She takes fast steps towards the door leading inside the family room, and when she opens it, she is met with a wild discussion, curiosity sparking inside of her about what they might be talking. 

She is allowed to be part of those meetings, has been told so many times, so she stays. 

No one notices her arrival, all too occupied with talking. Safe for Azriel, his shadows have probably told him that someone is coming. The shadowsinger turns his head, looking into Gwyn's direction and his eyes meet hers, a small smile on his face. He dips his chin, a silent question if she is alright, to which the young priestess also dips her chin. A lovely friendship has formed between them over the past months, they found out that they have many things in common, first and foremost all, their will-power and determination. 

"We are going to leave now!" Cassian says, standing up, his shoulders squared. 

"We can't go in there blindly!" Rhysand says loudly, and cradles his baby boy to his chest. "We need to make a plan first." "Fuck a plan!" "Cassian!" Feyre reprimands, clicking her tongue at his cursing in front of their baby. But Cassian decides to ignore her, Nyx has already heard too many curse words, and one or the other won't harm him. The general vehemently shakes his head, gaze ping-ponging between Azriel and Rhysand.

"I already got everyone ready, and sent some of Azriel's spies up to Windhaven, they know we are coming." "You did that without consulting me first?" Rhysand raises a brow, acting like the powerful High Lord he is.

Cassian grins. "Don't pull rank, Rhysie. You know it is the only option we have. Once the other war camps join in, we are dead. Quite literally dead. Just like Devlon."

The words echo through the family living room, filling the air with an icy chill, and a palpable sense of urgency. 

They need to act now, and Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, knows this just as well, as everyone else. 

"Alright then, we are leaving for Windhaven." For a moment his gaze shifts, sweeping to Gwyn, and he smiles politely. "Pleasure, Gwyneth."

Gwyn smiles, fighting the urge to curtsey — he still is the High Lord. But Rhysand has told her many times that he does not want the formalities, so she just politely greets him and then walks up to Nesta, taking the seat beside her. "I hope I am not intruding?" "If you were, I would have told you the moment you walked in, Gwyneth." Rhysand cranes his neck and squeezes Nyx to him one time. 

"Az, Cass!" He only says his brothers' names, gives baby Nyx to his partner, and then the three males are about to leave.

Feyre reaches out to her mate, holding his hand for a moment, some silent, mind-to-mind conversation passing between them, before she walks over to the couch, a knowing smile on both sisters faces, and Feyre hands Nyx to his aunt. Feyre Archeron is the High Lady of this court and she will join her mate to Windhaven. And so will Mor, who Rhys already informed mind-to-mind. 

Cassian brushes his hand over Nesta's head upon leaving, saying to her, "Hold the fort here, Nes."

She smiles, but there is worry in her eyes and on her face.. 

It is when the doors to the balcony close that and Nyx snuggles against his aunt's chest, drifting off into a peaceful slumber that Nesta informs Gwyn about what is going on. 

Devlon, the former camp lord, is dead. And there are uproars in Windhaven, edging on riots that could take on unpredictable proportions. That could stretch over all the war camps. That could lead to a war within the Night Court. And this needs to be stopped. Immediately. 

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[starsreminisce]

I never understood why Feyre is labeled as E/riel shipper when after acowar she never mentioned them ever again. she even talked about Lucien's glove to Elain and how she should use them to not get her hands hurt in her bonus chapter. or how in acofas Feyre kept encouraging the two to talk that Mor told her to get out of their business and let them deal with it themselves!! I think she stopped engaging the idea after Rhys told her so but I'm not sure, what I'm sure about is she never thought about Elain with Azriel after acowar.

or how they keep saying she will be mad at Rhys for stopping them while Rhys other than proving Az only wanting Elain for sex, he brought up some good political reason that could put their court in danger AND most importantly their baby! do they really think she wouldn't also be mad at Az for putting them in danger bc he was horny?

It's probably because they tend to cling to the one part that validates their belief without giving much thought to the context that surrounds it.

The same reason why they would say Azriel "wouldn't go so far as to call Gwyn a friend" is because that's verbatim from his chapter. This completely ignores the fact that he didn't correct Clotho about his relationship with Gwyn or express how he felt after the necklace was given away.

Feyre asked why they weren't matched, similar to Azriel's inquiry about why the third sister wasn't assigned to him.

However, you should also consider why she didn't want it to be Lucien. She held anger and weariness towards him for what transpired in the Spring Court.

Despite this, she continued to encourage Elain to get to know Lucien. She even went as far as showing her trust in Lucien again after the war and nudged Elain, who then invited him to live with them again.

She specifically pointed out how, throughout the rest of the year, Lucien was willing to turn a blind eye to those he had every reason to hate and be angry with, all to offer them help.

Azriel only said coldly, “If Lucien kills Graysen, then good riddance.” ... Lucien had encountered him, I realized. Somehow, in living with Jurian and Vassa at that manor, he’d run into Elain’s former betrothed. And managed to leave the human lord breathing.

Feyre observes Lucien literally fighting against his instincts.

She mentioned the lack of communication between Elain and Lucien but didn't mention the time Azriel and Elain spent together.

Feyre didn't ask Elain for her opinion on Azriel, remind her to reject the bond, or reinforce her belief that Elain and Azriel were a better match, even after their lengthy conversation during Solstice, especially in front of Rhys.

Feyre, Nesta, Cassian, and Rhys have all noticed and mentioned something about the Elucien dynamic that we, as readers, need to know.

But little about Elain and Azriel other than it's weird.

Even Nesta's observation over Azriel's brooding at Solstice:

Then his gaze shifted to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral, something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly, and she gave him a shallow nod of greeting before brushing past, leading Nesta into the room. Mor lounged on a green velvet couch before the fireplace;

Nesta didn't say anything about this exchange but she did have something to say about this:

Elain, the wretch, had taken the seat between Feyre and Varian, about as far from Lucien as she could get.

I also don't think that Nesta knows how Azriel felt about Elain either.

Azriel lingered near the door, quiet enough that when Feyre and Mor began talking about some of her paintings, Nesta went over to him. “Why don’t you sit?” She leaned against the doorway beside the shadowsinger. “My shadows don’t like the flames so much.” A pretty lie. She’d seen Azriel before the fire plenty. But she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer.

I find it interesting that Nesta talked about exactly where Mor was sitting (in front of the fireplace), and it was Feyre and Mor who were conversing before she went up to Azriel. There was no mention of what Elain was doing at that time or how close to the fire she was sitting.

This once again highlights how E/riels tend to invalidate just how deeply Azriel felt for Mor and blatantly ignore all the obvious signs of his attraction to her, all in favor of their preferred ship.

Mor and Azriel had four books of in-your-face buildup as well, but it seems like SJM has made it now mean nothing.

Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn’t stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn’t go near the fire. His secret to tell, never hers.

It's worth noting that Nesta's observation wasn't about her figuring out that Azriel liked Elain. Instead, it was her acknowledgment that Azriel was standing back, likely because he was hurt about something, and when he was ready to speak about it, he would.

If most of their "evidence" is based on events up to ACOSAF, and there is limited evidence from ACOSF, except of his bonus chapter that's canon for Elain but not for Gwyn with the exception of half a sentence, that's a pretty telling sign to me that SJM is moving away from that pairing. Conversely, in almost every instance where Lucien is mentioned, there is some form of connection to Elain, reminding us that SJM has not forgotten about them.

The only person who did take notice of E/riel was Rhys and had something definitive to say.

Considering how the inner circle typically reacts when Rhys says something, his words carry much more significant weight.

After all, even Feyre understood and forgiven Rhys for keeping the pregnancy risk hidden from her.

#elain x lucien #elucien #pro elucien #antie/riel #feyre is an elucien #so is rhys #so is the entire inner circle #cherrypicking canon never works out

[moodymelanist]

What Happens at Myrtle Beach

happy day 5 of @nessianweek everyone! I originally wanted to update my pregnancy fic for today but alas it wasn’t meant to be. Major shoutout to @c-e-d-dreamer for giving me this prompt instead 🩷

You can read part 1 of this fic (in Cassian's POV!) from @cassianappreciationweek here!

Summary: Nesta and the girls go to the beach for her bachelorette party, but Nesta finds herself missing Cassian after listening to his drunk voicemail.

Word Count: 1,925

Warnings: None

Read on AO3 here!

✵✵✵✵✵✵ Nesta

“You have everything?” Nesta asked, leaning against one of their living room walls as Cassian wheeled his suitcase to the door. 

“I think so,” Cassian answered. She watched him do a last minute check that he had his phone, wallet, and keys, along with a light jacket for the flight. “If not, I can just buy it there.”

“Assuming you’ll be sober enough to think straight,” she teased, following him as he walked to the front of their home. 

Instead of doing the “traditional” wild night out that ended with strippers, Rhys, Azriel, and Lucien had managed to convince Cassian to visit Vegas for the weekend instead. Cassian wasn’t a huge gambler, but Nesta knew how much he’d always wanted to go to Vegas, so it hadn’t been too hard for his friends to convince him to spend his bachelor party in Vegas instead.

Nesta followed Cassian outside, his little carry-on suitcase in tow, to see that Rhys’ familiar black Range Rover was sitting in front of their townhouse. The trunk was already open for Cassian to add his suitcase to the mix, and her fiancé waved toward the car before turning back to Nesta so he could give her a proper goodbye.

Cassian leaned in and pulled Nesta into his arms in a fierce hug, burying his face into the side of her neck while she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his embrace. He was just as warm and solid under her hands as usual, and she knew she’d miss him even though it would only be a few days apart. 

“I’ll miss you,” Cassian murmured. He pulled back from the hug to fix her with a dopey look, but she couldn’t even tease him for it when she know she was giving him a similar one. “So much.”

“I’ll miss you too, Cassian,” Nesta replied, unable to hide her little pleased smile. He always knew exactly what she wanted to hear, and it was reassuring to know she wouldn’t be the only one feeling their separation. “Have a safe flight.”

“Let’s go, lover boy!” Rhys called out from the car. He honked the horn loudly, and Nesta couldn’t help but snort as Cassian whirled around to flip him off. “We’re gonna be late for our flight!”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m saying goodbye to my wife,” Cassian yelled back. God, she loved him; they weren’t even married yet, but that hadn’t stopped him from using the title a little early. “Who I love very much!”

Nesta laughed, pulling Cassian’s attention back to her. “I love you too. Now hurry up, I have to keep packing for my trip.”

Nesta was taking a beach trip for her bachelorette party, her and the rest of the ladies deciding to drive down to Myrtle Beach to spend a few days relaxing by the water. She and her sisters – along with Emerie and Gwyn – had rented out a beach house for the long weekend, and Nesta couldn’t wait to crack open her newest book with the sounds of the ocean in the background.

“Have fun at the beach,” Cassian said. Nesta tilted her face up for a goodbye kiss, and she leaned into his touch as he cupped her face and ran his thumb across her cheek. “Bye, sweetheart.”

“Bye, baby,” Nesta said back. Once he’d put his suitcase in the trunk and got in the car, she turned around and went back inside, though not before blowing him one last kiss. 

Their townhouse felt big and empty without Cassian there, and Nesta kind of hated it. She finished packing quickly, and thankfully it didn’t take much longer for her own travel party to arrive outside.

“Get in, loser!” Feyre yelled from her car once Nesta was outside, obnoxiously honking her horn just like her boyfriend had barely an hour prior. “We’re going to the beach!”

Nesta locked her door, placed her weekend bag in the trunk, and replied at a much more reasonable volume, “You’re the worst.” 

“It’s only downhill from here,” Elain grumbled from the back seat. She didn’t look pleased to be in the middle between Gwyn and Emerie, but she had the shortest legs out of everyone, so she’d clearly drawn the short straw. “She’s been like this all day.”

“I can’t be excited to celebrate my big sister getting married?” Feyre responded a touch too innocently.

“Because that wasn’t suspicious at all,” Emerie muttered, pulling a snicker out of Gwyn. “Way to sell it, Feyre.”

“Whatever you have planned, just don’t be annoying about it,” Nesta said. She put her giant sunglasses on and shifted to make herself more comfortable in the passenger seat. “This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation.”

“Don’t worry, Nesta,” Gwyn attempted to reassure her from the backseat. She was sitting directly behind Nesta and leaned forward to pat Nesta’s shoulder. “We’re gonna have a great time!”

Thankfully once they hit the road, everything went smoothly enough. They made good time to Myrtle Beach, only stopping once so everyone could get some lunch, use the bathroom, and fill up the gas. Because the summer days were still long, after they’d gotten the keys to their beach rental, they even had an hour or two of sunlight left to enjoy the beach.

Elain had brought some beach chairs, so once everyone had changed into beach-appropriate attire, Nesta was more than content to sit down with her feet in the water and her book.

Nesta left her phone in the bedroom to charge while she showered and changed into her pajamas, and by the time she came back to check it, she saw she had a missed call and a voicemail from Cassian. He’d called her nearly an hour ago and she felt bad to have missed him, so she immediately opened her voicemail and hit play.

“Heeeeeeey, sweetheart,” Cassian said, his words slurring together an obvious sign of how drunk he was. “Nes. Nesta. Babe. I don’t wanna be annoying or anything. But. I miss you. So, so much. I know it hasn’t even been a day but I wish you were here. I lost all the money Rhys gave me and I wanted to buy you something good but you’re not even here to make me feel better and I hate it.”

There was a brief pause as he collected himself, and Nesta wondered what he was going to say next.

“Not that that’s your responsibility because I am a grown man.” He made sure to stress those last two words, pulling a soft laugh out of her. Even when he was drunk, he never wanted her to feel like she was his mom, and wasn’t that just sweet? “I just. I’m having fun, but I know I’d have a lot more fun if you were here too.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “Not that I’m not having fun. I hope you’re having fun. You work so fucking hard and you never do nice things for yourself even though you deserve it. You deserve all the nice things because you are the best fucking person I know.”

God, he was so drunk. She usually laughed at him for how sappy he got when he was this drunk, but they both knew how adorable she thought it was anyway.  

“I just love you so much,” Cassian said. He sniffled a little before he managed to get himself together, and she hoped he wasn’t crying. The guys would never let him live it down if he was. “Okay. Okay. I’m okay. I’ll see you when you get back. I love you, sweetheart. Okay. Bye.”

It was around eleven thirty on the east coast, so hopefully Cassian would still be up even though Vegas was three hours ahead. Nesta called him back and put the phone on speaker as she slowly began braiding her hair for sleep.

“Hello?” Cassian answered after a few rings, his voice rough like he’d just woken up. 

“Hi, baby,” Nesta said. So much for him still being awake. “Did I wake you up?”

“Hey,” Cassian said back, clearly delighted to talk to her even though he was half-asleep. “A little, but it’s okay. It’s more than okay.”

“Okay,” she told him with a little chuckle. She finished her first braid and moved onto the second, gently finger combing her hair before she started loosely braiding it. “Are you still drunk?”

“No,” he replied quickly. Too quickly for it not to be true, and he sighed before amending his answer. “Okay. Well. Maybe a little.”

“Maybe?” she echoed, teasing him just a little. “You sound a little more drunk than maybe, Cassian.”

“This isn’t about me,” Cassian responded. Nesta hoped he could feel her fondly rolling her eyes even from two thousand miles away. “I wanna hear about you. How’s the beach?”

“The beach is good,” Nesta answered. It was the perfect time of year to go, and she was feeling pretty good about where she’d decided to spend her bachelorette weekend. “Water’s warm.”

“You got in it?” he replied, surprised.

“Just my toes,” she told him quickly. She’d never been a huge ocean person, vastly preferring the pool over whatever the hell was lurking in the ocean’s unknown depths. That didn’t stop her from enjoying the water from a distance, though. “Elain brought her good beach chairs.”

He made a happy little sound that made her want to melt. “Proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Thanks,” she murmured. She finished the second braid and pulled back the covers, taking the phone off speaker as she settled under the thin comforter. “I wish you were here to tuck me in.”

“Me too.” She heard some rustling as he shifted around on his own bed. “I miss you and your cold toes.”

“They’re not that cold.”

“They’re freezing, babe.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you signed up to be my personal space heater forever.”

Cassian laughed softly. “Nah. I love you even when you only use me for my warmth.”

“Love you too,” Nesta replied, snuggling further into the pillow she wished was her fiancé. “Stay on the phone with me?”

“Of course,” he immediately agreed. Before they’d moved in together, they’d had a habit of staying on the phone until one or both of them had fallen asleep. They rarely did it anymore now that they lived together and hardly spent more than a night or two away from one another, so tonight would be a sweet callback. “Hold on, I wanna see you.”

Nesta’s phone started vibrating as Cassian hit the button for FaceTime, and she made sure her phone was plugged in and propped up before she accepted. “Hi.”

“Hey, Nes,” Cassian said. He was lying down in what looked like a king sized bed, one hand propped up behind his head. “You look cozy.”

“Whatever,” she said back, rolling her eyes. “Tell me about Vegas.”

As Nesta listened to Cassian talk about his night, she couldn’t help but feel comforted by her fiancé’s virtual presence. Even though he wasn’t there physically, just seeing him and hearing his voice was more than enough to put her at ease these days. He was her safe place, her comfort zone. 

He was the person who’d made her realize that home didn’t have to be a place — it could be a person, too. Some days, she still couldn’t believe she was lucky enough that he’d agreed to be hers.

On nights like this, though, maybe she could believe it a little more.

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[huntquinlan]

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

- The Illyrians (this spans multiple points)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Autumn Court Drama

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

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

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

- Other threads:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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