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Dusk and Shadows

A/N: This chapter is just Emerie and Azriel and that is my only note. 

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Summary:  Emerie, shopkeeper and spy for the Illyrian rebellion, had a simple task when she befriended the High Lady’s sister, Nesta Archeron: get info on the High Lord. However, when things turn south after a disastrous encounter with the Inner Circle, Emerie may risk both the rebellion and her own safety when she is approached mysteriously by the Shadowsinger who has motives of his own.

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The camp had been unusually quiet that day with hardly anyone coming in and out of the shop. It gave Emerie the time that she needed to prepare her defenses in case the Shadowsinger planned something that would compromise her. In addition to the sharp pins she usually wore in her hair– same as all the camp females who kept the pins on their person in case of unpleasant encounters with handsy soldiers –she strapped two small daggers in her inner forearms which could easily and quickly slide into her palms. Two knives were strapped to either thigh, and in her pockets were a garotte, throwing stars, and a vial of cloudy, finely-powdered pepper to throw in the Shadowsinger’s eyes if it came down to that. Aside from a few defensive moves she had learned from Kallon and from observing Nesta and Cassian, she was nowhere close to being a warrior. But she wouldn’t rely on her magic to go up against him, not after that dinner. If things went south, she needed a means to disarm and escape and being overprepared with weapons was better than the alternative. 

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“He’d wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.”

don’t ask me why this made me cry. cassian deserves the world. all of the bat boys do. literally cannot wait to read more about him and nesta

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Things I need in ACOSF!!!

  • Find out what Nesta’s present from Cassian that he tree into the Sidre was!
  • Who/what did Cassian she when he busted the Bone Carver with Feyre!
  • More about Illyrians in general and their siphons
  • More about Cassian and his resemblance to the Illyrians’ ancient warrior god, Enalius!
  • Nesta and her connection to Death!
  • More about the Cauldron
  • Nesta’s portrait in the River-House!!!
  • Nesta and her powers
  • Devlon and Nesta acting like they hate each other, but Devlon secretly respects her and acknowledges her power; Nesta sees that he is the best of the Warlords, and that he is harsh but fair (mostly)
  • Nesta and Cassian’s bond
  • Eris! (Which we already know is confirmed!)
  • Nesta owning the title of Witch!
  • Her continuing her ability to make powerful creatures/far/persons flinch!
  • The mortal Queens
  • Cassian finally, finally, seeing Nesta with her hair down and realizing that this is a big moment!
  • Nesta finding her fire again!
  • Nesta embracing the Illyrian way of life, and maybe even completing the Blood Rite!
  • Nesta earning even the most stubborn of Illyrians’ respect as a warrior
  • Cassian being Cassian
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Dusk and Shadows

A/N: In which Emerie yells at the IC and finally meets Azriel.

⚠️Warning: two curse words + brief depiction of a traumatic scene + a little bit of violence

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Summary:  Emerie, shopkeeper and spy for the Illyrian rebellion, had a simple task when she befriended the High Lady’s sister, Nesta Archeron: get info on the High Lord. However, when things turn south after a disastrous encounter with the Inner Circle, Emerie may risk both the rebellion and her own safety when she is approached mysteriously by the Shadowsinger who has motives of his own.

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The High Lord’s house was ridiculous, firstly because it was his third house in Velaris. What a waste of land, Emerie thought as she looked up at the mansion, which had windows filtering light that was brighter than the sunset on the Sidra across the way. She felt like a moth looking at a candle’s flame, but at least moth’s enjoyed being in the proximity of a candle.

“Aren’t you coming in,” Cassian asked. He stood by the doorway, Nesta three steps below him and looking pointedly at something far away in front of her. She had been unusually silent throughout their tour of Velaris, but then again this was the very city she had been exiled from. No happy memories to be had here.

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Dusk and Shadows

A/N: I was going to hold off on this until after ACOSF came out, but with the surge of Emeriel / Emerie content on my dash, I really wanted to start putting this out, at least the first part of it. I should have the first two or three chapters out this week, depending how long the writing and editing will take, and hopefully the entirety of the first part of this fic will be out before ACOSF and my mini-reading haitus. Thank you to everyone who supported this crackship + character / contributed to the crackship + character head cannon content! You have helped fuel so much of my will to start writing again after, what, four years? You’re lovely people, and thank you so much to those of you willing to read this!!

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Summary: Emerie, shopkeeper and spy for the Illyrian rebellion, had a simple task when she befriended the High Lady’s sister, Nesta Archeron: get info on the High Lord. However, when things turn south after a disastrous encounter with the Inner Circle, Emerie may risk both the rebellion and her own safety when she is approached mysteriously by the Shadowsinger who has motives of his own.

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The darkness of the Illyrian forests were tamed only by the mountains that loomed above them. Snow-capped and dusk-lit, to Emerie they seemed like the Three Reapers of Old Illyria. One of blood, one of bone, one of soul, three in the doorway of your home: that was how the forgotten ballad went. The old tongue was not widely remembered except by those enduring cliff-dwelling tribes who had preserved it over the centuries in a desperate attempt to keep their stories alive. Emerie’s pronunciation was no doubt butchered and infantile, but the shape of the letters on her tongue kept her calm on her solitary walks to and from her weekly meetings with Kallon.

Emerie whistled softly, three notes going high-low-high, so that the men Kallon had stationed in the trees surrounding the mountains’ base, arrows at the ready, would know not to shoot. The only time camp members came to the mountains was during Rite season, when the newest crop of Illyrian soldiers would butcher each other in some nonsensical ritual that accomplished nothing except continuing the Night Court’s perversion of an Old Illyrian tradition. Still, that didn’t mean one odd trainee militant wouldn’t break away from the monotonous dreary of Windhaven and reveal the secrecy of their operation on some off chance they stumbled into caves below the Soul Reaper mountain.

The shadows grew thicker as she approached the mouth of the cave. The darkness was artificial, a trick borne from the innate magic of her people that was as forgotten as the customs and languages. The light of the wilderness faded as Emerie stepped into the shadows, letting them embrace her like a lover’s arms and whisper to her of a time of bloodless winters and summers that bloomed like carnations.

“Emerie.” Kallon’s voice, deep and rumbling, broke her away from the reverie as she registered the gleam of firelight.

“Hm?” Right. I have work to do.

“I asked you if you’ve gotten any news for us,” Kallon spoke. His expression was stern, his hazel eyes solid and focused. “The plan for transporting the group of twelve out of Illyria, are we still set to do that tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” Emerie said, taking out the transport documents from the pocket of her cloak and handing it to Kallon. “The next food shipments are coming tomorrow night. It’s the usual men. Once they unload, they can take the twelve onto the cart and out of Illyria. They’ll go to the nearest Night Court village and take the usual route across the borders and into Day.”

Kallon glanced over the documents. They were always the same, but one could never be too cautious. As much as the High Lord’s Circle wished to believe the Illyrian rebellion was nothing more than a few angry widows stirring up controversy, it had in fact been operating long enough that they had successfully smuggled entire families out of the oppression of Illyria for years. There was more– the secret preservation of magic and language by the tribes, the quiet sabotage of the traitorous camp lords, the attempts at preventing wing clipping, and, yes, angry controversial widows –but this was Emerie’s portion and she had run it smoothly enough the past decade since her father had sucked her into it. And she had been doing a decent enough job keeping it afloat on her own for the past two years since he had died.

“What about Archeron, have you gotten anything out of her,” Kallon asked suddenly.

Well, her only job had been helping the refugees across the border before she had met the High Lady’s sister, Nesta Archeron. High Lady, the title made Emerie want to scream. She gripped onto that thought to keep remembering that Nesta Archeron was not her friend. She was a way to get to the High Lord. That was exactly why Emerie had remembered Nesta’s birthday two weeks ago, and why she had asked Kallon to have a very specific book of poems transported across the Day Court border to gift Nesta with. That was exactly why she spent every morning for the past three months training with Nesta at an unholy hour of morning, and why she teased Nesta over afternoon tea about that overgrown Illyrian general who pretended not to moon over her. All that trust built up so that Emerie would one day find just what the rebellion needed to break the tie between Illyria and Night Court’s High Lord. Yes, it had everything to do with that, and not at all about how much Emerie’s loneliness lifted whenever Nesta was around and how much the woman seemed to her like a spark of life that set this dead gray land into glorious fire.

“Nothing of use yet,” Emerie said slowly. She carefully composed her face into blankness. “I’ll be going to Velaris five nights from now. Nes invited– Nesta invited me to dinner with her family.” Family was the more courteous version of what Emerie suspected Nesta had wanted to say in that moment.

Kallon’s eyebrows rose. “You’re going to the protected city. To the High Lord’s house.”

“Yes…”

She could see Kallon’s head working to see what it could possibly mean that Emerie of all people had managed to get an in on the High Lord’s Circle. For so long, the rebellion had been about survival, and now it could be really, truly rebell. Emerie’s stomach twisted along with something deeper inside her, some strange magic that coiled restlessly. I’m going to be sick, she thought, but breathed steadily through the feeling.

“Look, I don’t know how much information I can get,” she said steadily, Kallon’s head snapping up at her voice. “We can’t get ahead of ourselves.”

He nodded his head, but his eyes were gleaming like she’d never seen before.

“You’re right,” he said. “Just get whatever you can. What Velaris is like. If you can sneak into one of their rooms and…”

His voice dropped off as Emerie shook her head. “Too risky right now.”

“Right,” he conceded. “Slow and steady. Anyway, given your… inclinations, magical and temperamental, perhaps it would be a miracle you don’t burn down his house.” When Emerie said nothing, he added with a half -smile, “If you manage not to destroy anything while you’re there, I’ll get you more poetry.”

“I don’t even like poetry,” Emerie mumbled as she walked out of the cave and into the shadows of the night, feeling more unwell than she wished.

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12) What are your guesses for the main plot conflict in the book?

Okay so this is a doozy and kind of a long post but I’ll try my best.

The blurb says they’re dealing with the human queens who are looking for revenge. Their main goal in ACOMAF was to gain immortality through the Cauldron which was why they had that alliance with Hybern. They were not completely successful in that, and so that makes me think that their main motivation in this book is to not only destroy their enemies (the Night Court), but to also gain control of the Cauldron which Rhys and Feyre currently possess. However, they are currently very weak after loosing the war, so they would need to forge the alliance between someone else who views the Night Court as enemies. We’ve seen in ACOFAS that Beron wants to expand into the human lands, which the Night Court does not want, and we’ve gotten that spoiler that includes Eris. I don’t think Eris supports Beron, since he very much wants his dad dead so he could be High Lord (this is from ACOWAR). Beron likely forged a secret alliance with the human queens that would allow him to expand into the human lands, and later the continent, and the human queens would have an access point to the rest of Prythian via the Autumn Court.

Now here’s the issue: we’re in Illyria most of the time, so how exactly are we gonna connect that. Illyria, despite how the IC view it, is a big aspect of the Night Court’s power because that is where it’s armies and primary defenses are concentrated. (Let’s be honest, Velaris is really only just ornamental, there is almost no politics going on there because Feysand just don’t tell people about it + it’s been destroyed before and didn’t impact the larger power of the court as much.) If the Night Court wanted to fight against anyone or prevent territorial expansion, they would send their Illyrian army. But if they have no Illyrian army to do this, there’s no obstacle for the queens of Beron in gaining what they want.

Azriel is also going to be in ACOSF a lot, so I don’t doubt that the little rebellion that was in ACOSF is not going to be addressed to some extent here. Perhaps there are spies in Illyria working for Beron of the queens, since they also hate the Inner Circle. Maybe during some big moment when Illyria is momentarily weakened, Beron and the human decide to strike.

NOW. While of this is happening, there somehow needs to be set up for the next book. I fully believe the next book is going to Lucien, there’s just too many unaddressed threads with his character that I don’t think the plot can wait any longer for him not to have some kind of journey. If we go along with the idea that the humans queens and Beron are going to attack Illyria, based off geography (see: Prythian map), they would have to go through not only the Winter Court, but also the Day Court (which no one knows yet that Lucien is heir to except for Feyre and Rhys).

I feel like this set up is going to happen all the way towards the end. Eris, being in Autumn and hating his dad, will orchestrate the assassination of Beron with the help of the Night Court who already learned a great deal about the queens’ plot. The human queens’ armies have gone through the Winter Court and have attacked the Day Court. Day Court is saved with the help of Illyria and queens are defeated but Helion dies or gets severely injured. Eris, thinking he would be High Lord of the Autumn Court, is faced with the fact that Lucien has the potential to be the High Lord of Autumn and has sent out assassin for him. HOWEVER, because Lucien is also the heir to Day and Helion has died or is dying, this makes thing complicated. Lucien is on the run, Night Court doesn’t know what to do, Autumn and Day are in turmoil, and this is where the next book picks up.

As for how Nesta and Cassian fit into this, they are connected both to the Night Court and Illyria, both have connections with Azriel who is likely spying on this once he gets wind of it through some Illyrian defector, and Nesta has an attachment to her old homes in the human lands, so I feel like a lot of Nesta and Cassian’s journey will involve fighting for keeping the human lands and the Night Court safe. Once they accomplish this, the story will change to Lucien and his conflicts.

Summary:

- human queens want Cauldron + revenge, Beron wants territorial expansion, both hate Night Court = alliance

- human queens and Beron want to attack Illyria to destroy the Night Court’s main source of power

- Illyrian defectors who support the queens because they hate the IC

- Eris works with Night Court to execute Beron

- Human queens destroy Winter Court but get defeated at Day Court BUT Helion is either dying or dead

- Day Court + Autumn Court succession issue that leads into next book that’s probably centered around Lucien

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Continuing my Emerie head cannon day: You know what would be fucking WILD. What if Emerie was like a secret spy, like Azriel, but whereas Azriel is spying for the Inner Circle, Emerie is a spy for the Illyrian rebellion. Like she’s a shop keeper so she’s obviously dealing with lots of different types of people and knows who and what goes in and out of Illyria. She’s also an Illyrian woman with scarred wings, so people already view her as harmless and meek just because of her condition. But she doesn’t give off the aura, so it’s like…. SPIES. Trying to get info and outwit each other but slowly falling in love.

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Head cannon:

Nesta figures out she can bring people back from the dead (without consequences) when the cause of death was not supposed to happen. One day, as her and Lucien have become closer she finds out how his lover died. Later in the night she leaves to go to where Jesminda was buried and brings her back to the Illyrian mountains. With help from Emerie (someone else she has come to see as a best friend) she brings her back to life with her powers and Emerie helps clean her up and inform her what happened.

The next day Nesta lets her see Lucien and he is very, very happy and she can visably see some of his walls crumble. Jesminda and Lucien become even closer to Emerie and Nesta, thankful to them but also balance out each other. (Nesta and Emerie don’t expect nor think they need to be repaid.)

After getting Jesminda reaccustomed to normal life Lucien takes her on a trip around the world to show her what he has seen and to reconnect to and learn about the girl he lost. She loves hearing all his stories (even the sad ones) because she gets to know the new him, and they fall in love all over again. Of course, Elain and he choose to not accept the bond and stay friends since it was mutual.

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Emerie was seen in acofas. She owns a clothier (a clothing shop) in Windhaven. Was once her father’s but he died in the war. She’s strong minded and sharp given the small glimpse we see of her. Sadly as an Illyrian woman her wings are clipped, Emerie has long scars down her wings from it. Her stare and poise remind Cassian of Nesta. She’s described as not beautiful but striking and interesting.

Hope this helps nonnie!

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Azriel x Female!Reader (acotar)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You are Feysand’s daughter and you’ve just come home from your studies in the Day Court. Azriel needs someone with extensive training in magic in order to complete a mission for the Night Court. You happen to be just what he needs.

Fic Warnings: age gap?, probably cursing, eventual smut, wing kink ;)

Chapter Warnings: cursing, injury, mentions of blood, angst, masturbation

Note: Finally more Azriel! It was surprisingly hard to hold myself back while writing this chapter. I wanted to write the angst and the pining, but in my head I just wanted them to love each other already lol. But don’t worry, that part will come soon ;). It won’t be the only thing coming soon. Hope you enjoy!

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CHAPTER TWO

As you gazed at your reflection in the mirror of the bathroom, you realised that you really did look like a mess. Your eyes had dark circles under them and your whole body seemed to sag with exhaustion. You turned the water to practically scalding, waiting a moment for it to heat up before you stripped off your dress and then followed with your undergarments. You stepped into the steaming shower and hissed as the water hit your body. Your muscles sang in thanks to the scalding shower. 

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if anybody would be so kind and willing to send me pictures of faerie ears, it would be greatly appreciated. thank you very much.

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⁂ Headcanons: Cassian as your Mate: Part One ⁂

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⁂ Cassian is very shy when it comes to PDA. He’s usually the loudest in a group, but when it comes to showing genuine affection he prefers to be subtle.

⁂ He likes to hold hands. Walking along the Sidra hand in hand is his favourite thing to do. He’ll often snake an arm around your waist and hold you close. 

⁂ Cassian likes when you sit on his lap. It’s as PDA as he’s willing to get without a few drinks to loosen his nerves. 

⁂ His gaze will follow you around the room. When you catch his eye, he’ll smile softly and pat his lap. 

⁂ Cassian has dimples. 

⁂ He’s easily wound up when things go wrong. You soon realise that running your fingers through his hair calms him down. 

⁂ Cassian’s wing are extra sensitive after being damaged in the war. There’s a spot on the left that makes him purr. 

⁂ You touched that spot in public before. Feyre asked if the stray cat had found its way back up to the house of wind. Rhysand and Azriel knew better. 

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Why is everyone surprised that Nesta leaves the Illyrian mountains? Like everyone thought she was just going to be exiled? Cassian can fly her away, I’m willing to bet if she trains she can winnow her damn self.

Why is everyone acting like this is supposed to be some cruel punishment?

“my mother didn’t want me to rely on my power– where one strength failed, she wanted others to save me” (Rhys, ACOMAF)

“Nesta is.. she’s Illyrian. I mean that as a compliment, but she’s an Illyrian at heart” (Rhys, ACOFAS)

They are trying to helppp her!

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Azriel x Female!Reader (acotar)

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You are Feysand’s daughter and you’ve just come home from your studies in the Day Court. Azriel needs someone with extensive training in magic in order to complete a mission for the Night Court. You happen to be just what he needs.

Fic Warnings: age gap?, probably cursing, eventual smut, wing kink ;)

Chapter Warnings: injury, mentions of blood

Note: The first chapter is here! I am so excited to share this fic. I usually don’t write fanfiction but I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so here it is. As always, feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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CHAPTER ONE

Gods, you loved flying. Sure, winnowing back to the Night Court would have been faster, but there was absolutely nothing like soaring through the clouds, so high that the ground below faded away and there was nothing but you and the wind in your wings. You sighed as Velaris came into view. As much as you loved the ancient libraries and golden light of the Day Court, the winding streets and twinkling night lights of Velaris would always call you back home. 

Your father was waiting for you in front of your family’s river estate. You landed gracefully before taking off again in a sprint into his open arms. You squealed as he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

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A truly lovely description of where Feyre and the Inner Circle decided would be a wonderful place for Nesta to find “purpose” and “heal.”

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If this doesn’t show you how back-handed and self-serving sending Nesta to the Illyrian camps was, then I don’t know what will.

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Yours - Prologue

Azriel x Female!Reader (acotar)

Word Count: 282

Summary: You are Feysand’s daughter and you’ve just come home from your studies in the Day Court. Azriel needs someone with extensive training in magic in order to complete a mission for the Night Court. You happen to be just what he needs.

Warnings: age gap?, probably cursing, eventual smut, wing kink ;)

Note: Hi, this is my first fic ever so please be kind, lol. I originally posted the first two parts of this fic on a side blog but I have since deleted that blog so I am reposting it here. This is going to be a short multipart series involving Feysand’s daughter and Azriel. If this dynamic bothers you, please do not read. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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PROLOGUE

You would never admit it out loud, but among all of your aunts and uncles, Uncle Azriel has always been your favorite. The first time he saw you, you were just a toddler, just over a year old. Your other aunts and uncles had already met you, but he had been away on important business for the Night Court for over a year. And though he missed his family and them him, his duties were too important to abandon. 

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