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copypastus · 4 months
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Nothing gave me more whiplash IN MY LIFE than going from acowar to acofas.
Remember when Feyre closed the chapter on her relationship with Tamlin and wished him well? Coz the Inner Circle sure keeps forgetting.
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bigpeepee · 2 years
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⠀ ⠀and they were cocaptains ⠀⠀⠀⠀(oh my god they were cocaptains) ⠀
[my shop, with prints and stuff :)]
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azrielsdove · 2 months
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I had the idea late at night so idk if you don’t want to write that, i understand haha
Reader and azriel are mates and have been for a while, nesta and elain were made and feyre and rhys asked cassian and azriel to look after them. Reader was okay with it but elain showed her a different side then the others, where she is rude and is telling her az will be hers, reader tried to bring it up in private but no one believed her because elain is so nice in front of everyone. Elain starts to sit in readers place and stands next to az, so reader isn’t even going out anymore. Az has a lot of other missions as well and tells reader that he only loves her and elain means nothing to him, maybe elain overheard that. After a mission az gives rhys his reports and then fell asleep on the couch, elain lays down next to him but he is so out that he doesn’t even feel her, reader wants to see after az and sees that, when she is trying to leave, rhys finds her and she shows him everything that happened even the parts where elain was rude, reader then leaves for awhile to get away from everything and azriel just loses it. You could add more angst if you want but i would love for a happy end with az and reader maybe where is is also pregnant?
The Other Woman: Azriel x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Spiraling thoughts
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Elain Archeron was quickly becoming the bane of your existence.
You understood the she had gone through incomprehensible trauma along with her sister, and you understood why Rhys would appoint Azriel and Cassian to help them. You had no issue allowing your mate to help the poor girl come back to life, accepting her new fate. No, that was not the problem.
The problem was that she was a nasty, two-faced, bitch.
The first time it happened you were completely taken aback, shocked by the words that had come from the otherwise soft-spoken female.
“He’s going to be mine, you know.”
You had stilled your movements, turning slowly to see her peeking out from the library doors. “Excuse me?” You asked, certain you had misunderstood.
She gave a sneering smile. “Azriel. I’m going to make him mine.”
You couldn’t help the laugh that had burst from you. “Okay then,” you said, moving to continue walking. You made a note to bring it up to your mate later, warn him that Elain may have gotten too attached.
Unfortunately the following days had been hectic, Azriel was sent on a dangerous mission for Rhys. You hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to him, and with the state he came back in you had no interest in adding anything else to his plate.
It happened again a few days later.
“Why would he stay with you when i’m here?” She asked, looking you up and down.
You raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry? What are you on about?”
She rolled her eyes. “Azriel, obviously. Why would he need you any longer? I’m certain I can satisfy him miles better than you can.”
“Mhm,” you mused, nodding at her wild claims. “Do you understand the mating bond?”
She made a noise of annoyance, crossing her arms in front of her. “I have a mate, and I can’t stand him. That ‘bond’ means nothing to me.”
“It means something to Az,” you said, staring her down. “What has he done that makes you think he’s interested?”
She gave a pretty smile, smoothing the skirts of her dress. “Feyre has Rhys, Nesta has Cassian. It only makes sense, does it not? Three sisters, three brothers. He’s smart enough to have already figured it out. The only thing standing in our way is you.”
You hummed at her delusions, turning to leave the room. “Have a nice night, Elain,” you said, acting as if she had just been talking about the weather. You refused to give her the satisfaction of upsetting you.
Some nights later you were sitting with Azriel as he caught up with his brothers, lost in thought while you sipped your wine. You heard a faint call of your name, turning to meet the concerned eyes of your husband. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked, scanning you over for anything amiss.
You smiled, shaking your head. “I’m fine, just thinking.”
“You’re thinking pretty hard there. Az was calling your name for ages,” Cassian laughed, but his eyes showed the same concern. You sighed, taking a bigger drink of your wine.
“I’ve just been dealing with something, that’s all,” you said, swirling the liquid in your glass nonchalantly. Azriel watched you closely, trying to read what was wrong.
“You can always tell us,” Rhys offered, tipping his glass your way.
You took a deep breath, looking down at your hands. “Have any of you ever had any issues with Elain?”
Three blank stares met yours.
“I’ll take that as a no, then,” you muttered into your wine.
“What kind of problems?” Azriel pressed, worry in his expression.
“She’s just been, a little….rude to me.”
Silence.
And then loud laughter.
“Elain?” Cassian gasped out, pounding on the table. “Quiet, docile, Elain? Are you sure you aren’t confusing her with Nesta?” You shot him a nasty look, Rhys’ own chuckle drawing your attention to him.
“How has she been rude?” He asked, not hiding the smile on his face.
You looked down at the ground, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. “Maybe i’m just reading into it. I thought she was jealous…that she was into Az.” You regretted even bringing the topic up as Cassian and Rhys broke out in more laughter.
“No way! Elain has a mate, remember? Why would she go after a married male?” You nodded at Cassian, acknowledging his words.
“Yea, i’m sure i’m just misunderstanding,” you mumbled, draining your glass in an instant. You stood, heading for the door.
“Aw now, we didn’t mean anything bad! It’s just such a shock that Elain would be trying to get Az!” Rhys called out behind you, trying to convince you to stay.
You looked back, eyes connecting with Azriel’s. “I’ll be up shortly,” he said, his unspoken words hanging in the air. He was not going to let his brothers get away with laughing at you. You gave him a small smile and continued out to your room, leaving him to deal with them.
***
Elain only grew worse after that. She started openly flirting with Azriel, laughing at anything he said and placing her hand playfully on his arm. He always pulled away from her, moving to stand by your side as a silent “Stop”.
She didn’t care.
Azriel spent the nights trying to convince you that Elain didn’t matter to him, that you were the only one for him. You wanted to believe him, needed to believe him, but the comments she made when no one else could hear were getting to you.
“You’re too ugly for him.”
“Don’t you think he would want someone younger? Are you even able to give him children at your ancient age?”
“I know he wants me. He looks at me when you aren’t paying attention.”
“You’re pathetic, you know. He deserves better. He deserves someone who can stand proudly at his side.”
Her words swam around your head, eating away at you. You were sinking down into yourself, drowning in self-doubt. What if she was right? What if Azriel really did deserve better?
You began spending more time locked away in your room, an attempt to avoid Elain’s nasty comments. You had no desire to see her throw herself at Azriel, and you didn’t think you could handle much more of her taunting. A rational part of you knew that this was ridiculous, your husband would never give her a second look. Another part of you was embarrassed that this young girl was so good at getting into your head, that she had rendered you a shell of yourself. The largest part of you, unfortunately, bought in to all she said and hid away in shame.
Azriel was getting progressively more worried about you.
“My love,” he murmured, stroking his hand through your hair as he held you close. “I have half a mind to tell Rhys to send her somewhere else. Why does she trouble you so?” He couldn’t understand how Elain had torn down his perfect wife, leaving this ghost in her place.
You buried your face farther into his chest, wishing you could just disappear. “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
He sighed and held you tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You are the stars in the sky, the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze under my wings. Nothing, and no one, is comparable to you. Especially not Elain Archeron. You are all there is for me, you are my everything. My heart and my soul. She is nothing to me.”
Tears fell from your eyes and his words prompted you to look up, the love shining on his face washing over you. “I know, Az. I know it’s foolish to allow her to make me doubt us.” You ducked your head down, ashamed. “Though sometimes I still wonder if you should’ve been mated to someone more powerful.”
Azriel clicked his tongue at your age-old concern, a conversation the two of you had gone over many times. “You know as well as I do that that’s not true. You were the one cauldron-made for me. We were sworn to each other from the day of our creation. Do not ever forget that.” He slipped a hand under your chin, bringing you back up to look at him. He studied your face like it was a painting, like he needed to memorize everything he saw. His thumb came up and brushed away your tears as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Elain will never be what you are.” He kissed you again and again, swallowing your fears with his adoration.
Neither of you noticed the form of the female standing outside the slightly open door.
***
Azriel was tired, shuffling through the house after yet another mission. He hated that he had been gone so often recently, especially with the issues you’ve been having with Elain. He was sick with worry over the whole situation, and was growing aggravated with Rhys’ lack of action. Even when Azriel had spoken to his brother himself, the High Lord still struggled to believe his quiet sister-in-law was being so horrible. Az even went to Feyre, who got upset that he would accuse her sister of such things.
He ran a hand over his face, making his way to the library to find you. He was disheartened when he opened the doors and found you weren’t there. He took a seat on one of the leather couches, deciding to just wait for you there. Azriel knew that you often came around this time to browse the books, and he was too tired to continue searching for you. He gave a gentle tug on the bond to alert you that he was home before tipping his head back and closing his eyes.
***
Elain was positively delighted to find the sleeping form of the Shadowsinger. She looked around quickly to make sure no one saw as she gently closed the doors to the library behind her. She wasted no time in curling up next to him on the couch, resting her head in his lap. She slowly dragged his arm over her waist, a wicked smile coming across her face. She knew you would be coming to find him, and what a sight you would see when you did.
***
The second Cassian dropped you at the House of Wind you were practically running through the halls. When you had felt the tug that meant Azriel was back, you demanded Cass bring you home in the middle of lunch. He grumbled about not being done as you packaged the food up for him, pulling him from the little restaurant. You were in much better spirits today, Elain hadn’t approached you in days. When Cass suggested going down to Velaris to eat you had jumped at the opportunity, excited to be in the happy bustle of people who lived there.
You slid to a stop in front of the library, one of his shadows twisting around your legs. “Hello,” you cooed, a smile on your face. The shadow started moving faster, almost as if it were upset. Worry took over your heart then, concern that Azriel had gotten hurt.
You threw open the library doors and stopped dead in your tracks. There, on the couch, was Azriel. Uninjured, asleep.
And curled up on his lap was Elain.
You stood there in pure horror, not noticing Cassian coming up behind you. “What?” He said, taking in the sight in front of you. You didn’t realize you were shaking in rage until he put his hands on your arms, trying to pull you away.
“Get off of me,” you ground out, ripping your arms out of his grasp. Cassian called your name, trying to stop the explosion that was about to happen. Your vision was red, the anger and pain of seeing the two of them cuddled up like lovers too much to handle. “I’m going to kill them.”
“You will not,” came a powerful voice, Rhys stepping in front of you. “My office. Now.” You wanted to spit at his feet and tell him to shove off, but one look at his eyes told you that wouldn’t end well. You huffed, allowing him to lead you away.
Unnoticed on the couch, Elain smiled.
***
“Why would you stop me?” You practically yelled, pacing back and forth in front of Rhys.
“You can’t murder my brother and sister-in-law in their sleep.” He said, as if this was a regular occurrence.
“That filthy bitch,” you swore, turning to face Rhys head on. “I tried to tell you who she truly was, and no one listened.” You glared at him, crossing your arms in front of you.
“Elain has never showed signs of what you spoke of. As horrible as it is, could it be that Azriel was a part of this?” He regretted the words before he was even done saying them.
“Why do you refuse to believe that she could be playing a dirty game behind your back? Behind everyone’s back? I had no reason to make up lies about her, Rhysand,” you spat out, power crackling at your fingertips.
He stood, coming to stand by your side. He pulled your hands into his, looking down at your glowing fingertips. “Show me,” he said, voice hardly above a whisper. You faltered, power fading away. You were embarrassed to let him see how badly she had affected you, but you knew he would not believe you otherwise.
“Okay,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. You felt the strange sensation of Rhys entering your mind, pulling through all your memories with Elain. He listened to all the nasty things she said when no one else could hear, and felt the pain she caused you. When he was done he looked ashamed of himself, upset that he had brushed you off.
“I-I’m sorry,” he said, pulling his hands from yours. “I should have trusted you.”
You nodded. “Yea, you should have.” Rhys looked at the ground, his hands in his pockets. “I want to go away for a while. Anywhere. I can’t stand to be around her any longer, and I certainly have no interest in speaking to him.” You couldn’t even say your mates name, the hurt cutting too deep in your chest.
“As you wish,” Rhys said, “I’ll meet you on the balcony in an hour.”
***
Azriel woke with a start. Something was very, very wrong. Starting with the female asleep next to him.
He didn’t stop himself from jumping up, nearly knocking her to the floor. Not that he cared. “What are you doing?!” He hissed between his teeth, angry that she would pull a stunt like this.
Elain smiled up at him prettily, stretching as if she had been asleep for hours. “I was just sleeping, Azriel.” He hated the way she spoke his name, as if it were a sensual demand. “Your sweet little mate didn’t come to you, did she?” She fake pouted, tucking a hand under her chin.
Azriel’s eyes flared, his shadows whipping through the room. He stepped closer to her, hauling her to her feet with a strong grip on her arm. “This game you’re playing is done. Speak to me or my wife again, and I will make sure it’s the last thing you do.” He couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty at the fear in her eyes as he strode from the room, searching for you.
***
Rhys had taken you out to the cabin at your request. You wanted to be somewhere alone, but safe. “What should I tell him?” He asked as he headed to leave.
“Tell him to figure out what he wants before it’s too late.” Rhys nodded, looking you over once more. “If you need anything, i’m just a call away,” he quipped, tapping the side of his head before winnowing out of sight.
You sighed, sinking down into the plush sofa in front of the fireplace. You stared into the burning flames for what felt like hours, lost in your own mind. Azriel wouldn’t have lied to you, would he? Your mate has always been an honest male, had always loved you with everything he had. You found it hard to believe that he was messing around with Elain behind your back, regardless of what you saw. You knew how nasty she could be, and wouldn’t put it past her to pull something like this.
At the same time, the image of his arm draped lovingly around her was burned into your brain. You saw it over and over again, how well they complemented each other. The strong, dark Shadowsinger and the quiet, warm Archeron sister. Had the cauldron made a mistake? You couldn’t help but remember her words, ‘three brothers and three sisters.’ You and Azriel were mated decades before she was born, it could be plausible that the cauldron had made a mistake.
Yet the cauldron had also given Elain her own mate. It wouldn’t mess up twice, would it? Unless the cauldron had meant for you and Lucien to be mated, and Elain with Azriel. Perhaps something got crossed over and the pairings were mixed. Could all your years of joy and love with Azriel be wrong? You never felt anything was awry when you were with him, always feeling like you were truly meant to be.
You sighed and wrapped a blanket tight around you, willing it to keep away the lonely cold. You couldn’t imagine a life without Azriel by your side, and you didn’t know what you would do if that’s what he wanted.
***
“Where is she?!” Azriel bellowed through the halls of the House, shadows infiltrating every room and hallway. Rhys and Cass stood in front of him, trying to calm their brother. “I know you know! What kind of a game are you playing, hiding my own mate from me?!” He was angrier than he had ever been, angry at himself, at Elain, at Rhys. How could he have let Elain play him like that?
“I won’t tell you anything until you’ve calmed down,” Rhys stated, power rising to match Azriel’s.
“Calmed down? You expect me to calm down when that witch has been ruining my mates life, and now she’s disappeared and no one will tell me where she went?!” Azriel was seething, pacing angrily in the hall.
“I’d watch how you speak about my sister, Azriel.” He whirled around to see Feyre, eyes cool as she took in his agitated form.
“Your sister is a disgusting, selfish, spoiled brat! Someone tell me where my mate is before I tear this city apart!” He didn’t care that he was yelling at his High Lady, at his High Lord and brother. All he could see was red, and he was half a second away from leaving the House and looking for her on his own.
“Enough, Azriel,” Rhys commanded, bringing attention back to him. “Feyre, unfortunately it does seem true that Elain has been acting…undesirably.” There was a silence for a moment, her eyes widening as he shared the memories you showed him.
“Oh, Az,” she soothed, taking a step closer and reaching a hand out for him.
“Don’t touch me!” He shouted, pulling back from her. “I need to know where she is. I have to explain that what she saw was a dirty trick.” The anger was fading from his voice, despair taking over. What if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore? He wouldn’t be able to handle losing you over this.
“Az,” Rhys started, voice calm. “She asked to go away. You’re going to have to give her time to process what has happened.” He took a step towards his brother. “I am sorry I didn’t listen before. She showed me her memories, of everything Elain had said. She will be dealt with, I promise you. I should have never let it get this bad.”
Azriel knew it wasn’t entirely his fault, but that didn’t stop him from lashing out. “Yea, you should’ve listened. When has she ever lied to you, Rhysand?” He shook his head. “Let me know if she contacts you,” was the last thing he said before storming off towards your shared room.
***
Some time had passed since you left Velaris, and the loneliness was threatening to overtake you. You had felt some tugs on the bond once Azriel realized you were gone, and had shut him out. You didn’t need him bothering you as you tried to figure out what to do. After pondering for days, you still had no idea what was true or not. You felt like you were losing your grip on reality, that you were sinking down into a pit of your own creation. You’d hardly moved from the couch since you arrived, staring into the endless flames.
A knock at the door startled you, but you no longer had the energy to truly care. You turned your head slowly to see Rhys walk in, eyes full of worry. “Have you moved at all?” He asked, taking in that the food he had left was untouched.
You shrugged.
Rhys came and sat next to you on the couch, looking you over. “He’s losing it without you,” he said softly, unsure what kind of mental state you were in.
Your eyes moved from the fire to him, stare blank. “I think you should come home. Being out here alone isn’t doing you any good. You’re withering away to nothing.”
Good. You’d rather disappear than live with the idea of Azriel and Elain. Rhys seemed to read this on your face, gingerly grabbing one of your hands in his own. “She’s been removed from the House. She’s not allowed out without Feyre or myself with her. She won’t hurt you anymore.”
You blinked. “What does Azriel think?” You asked, voice hoarse from no use.
“Az couldn’t care less about her. He’s worried about you.” There was a pleading in his eyes, begging you to come back with him.
“What if she was supposed to be cauldron-made for him?” Your voice was quiet, broken. You could feel the pain of your words as they hit Rhys, the shame of having ignored your attempts at warning him how Elain truly was.
“She isn’t. Even if you and Azriel were not mates, I have never met two people more suited for each other than you. It is clear that the love you hold is a special thing, something most won’t ever experience.” He tugs your hand closer. “Please. Come home.”
You didn’t know Rhys to lie to you, and your heart longed for Azriel. You couldn’t hide from this forever, regardless of how it turned out. “Okay,” you said, allowing him to pull you to your feet and winnow you back to Velaris.
***
Azriel was waiting when Rhys flew you back to the House, eyes wide as he took in the state of you. When Rhys set you down you immediately stumbled, head light from the lack of eating and sleeping. Azriel caught you before you could hit the ground, an alarmed gaze shooting to Rhys. “We will talk later,” he said, “take her to your room. I’ll send for Madja to check her over soon.”
Azriel nodded his thanks and carried you to your room, tucking you into the bed. You sunk into the familiar smell of him, trying to force the spinning in your head to disappear. “My love,” Azriel murmured, brushing hair out of your face. “What have I done?”
You opened your eyes and took him in. Truthfully, he didn’t look much better than you. There were deep shadows under his eyes, and his face was unusually gaunt. The stress of this situation had clearly taken its toll on the both of you.
“Are you in love with her?” You asked, tears pricking at the back of your eyes.
Azriel looked at you as if you had grown two heads.
“I’m sorry? In love with Elain? In hate with her is more like it.” You couldn’t deny the acid that dripped from his words, the anger the permeated the room.
“I saw you two. Asleep in the library.”
He scoffed. “I fell asleep waiting for you. She took it upon herself to take advantage of the situation.” He looked down at his hands, silver lining his eyes. “I never should have let it go this far.”
You sat up slowly, reaching out for him. Azriel moved quickly, gently laying you back down as he laid beside you. “Easy, my love. Your body is weak.” You hadn’t realized how bad you had gotten during your time at the cabin, suddenly feeling dizzy and sick.
“I’m so sorry, Az. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t handle it,” you sobbed, not even noticing the tears that had started falling.
“No, no. Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I should’ve fought harder against her, tried harder to get Rhys to listen.” He cupped your cheek, running his thumb through your tears. You curled into his touch, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest.
You cried until your head was pounding, Azriel whispering sweet nothings into your ears. “I love you. Only you.” Your tears slowly stopped, until you felt confident enough to look up at him.
“I love you. I shouldn’t have doubted you,” you said, leaning up to kiss him.
A knock sounded at the door. Azriel jumped up to get it, letting Madja into the room. She began checking you over, tsking at the state of you. “I’ll give you something for dehydration, and you’ll need to start introducing food again. Start with soup, and work your way up. I have a sleep aid as well, I recommend you take it promptly.” She ran her hands over your arms and legs, ensuring all your bones were still in good shape. She did the same over your head, shoulders, and chest.
“Your heart sounds good, and your lungs are working well. You were lucky the High Lord came when he did, much more of letting yourself wither away and you’d have a significantly harder recovery ahead of you,” she chided, continuing her check of your body. Her hands swept over your abdomen before she paused, bringing them back up. “Ah,” she murmured, Azriel immediately on guard.
“What is it? Is something wrong?” He asked, gripping your hand a tad too tightly.
Madja shook her head. “No, nothing is wrong.” She looked up at you and cocked her head. “You are a lucky girl, you know. Not many pregnant fae could have refused food and drink for that long and still kept a reasonably healthy body and fetus.”
You stared at her.
She stared back.
Azriel stared at the both of you.
“What?” You finally asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the room.
She smiled, pressing her hands against your abdomen again. “A baby. Healthy, winged, i’d say 12 or so weeks along?” 12 weeks? You did the math in your head, realizing with a start that around 12 weeks ago Elain started terrorizing you. That shortly after that her words began affecting you worse and worse, that you couldn’t understand why she was able to make you so upset.
Now you knew.
“A baby,” Azriel whispered, looking at you. Madja took that as her cue to leave, placing the medicine on your nightstand and slipping from the room. He pulled you into his arms, inhaling your scent deeply. Sure enough, there it was. A lighter, fresh scent hidden under yours. He must have missed it throughout the recent stress and his back-to-back missions.
“A baby,” you whispered back, more tears threatening to fall. “Our baby.”
You saw tears of his own in Azriel’s eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, whispering “baby” in between each kiss.
The ordeal with Elain behind you, you allowed yourself to slip off into sleep, dreams of your future with Azriel and your child playing in your mind.
***
I’m so sorry this took so long for me to finish! I got into a bit of a writing rut, but I hope this was what you wanted. Thank you so much for your request! <3
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arachnestardust · 8 months
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A Court of Song and Shadow: Chapter Seventeen
This one's a chonky one folks; good luck.
As always, feedback is SO appreciated, especially for the Az/Mc interaction we had in this chapter; I'm kind of afraid I did too much too fast or that it felt out of character for him to interact with them like that.
PLS FEEDBACK
Chapter Length: 4596 Words.
Pairing: (Eventual) Azriel x Reader; Lucien & Mc/Starlight friendship, Feyre & Mc/Starlight friendship.
Warnings: canon typical stuff.
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Lucien and I walked behind Rhys, keeping constant pace after the High Lord’s steps.
Under my hand, Lucien’s arm was as tense as the rest of his body; the male had been apprehensive from the moment that Rhysand had made himself known to us in the sitting room we had been occupying.
I wondered if people would react to me in the same way Lucien had to Rhys in the future, when I’d developed a reputation as the rest of the Night Court.
Feyre already had: I’d heard the whispers about her, both in Velaris and in Hewn City: Cursebreaker, Cauldron-blessed, Saviour, bitch, whore, fae-killer.
I didn’t want to be looked at with fear, but to be part of Night Court aristocracy- in any form, even if just by association- seemed to mean being othered by most Courts, I’d been told so- I’d seen it too, with how Lucien treated my friends.
Lost in thought, I startled when Lucien placed his large, warm hand atop mine, raising an eyebrow when I looked towards him.
But then again… maybe people wouldn’t look at me like that; I couldn’t see the future to tell and worrying about it now was probably stupid.
I sent him a small smile, letting him know I was alright without alerting Rhys to our interaction, as Lucien probably preferred it that way and I wanted to respect his wishes.
After a few more moments walking through the labyrinthine walls of the Hewn City palace, we finally came upon another sitting room, this one much more… grandiose- to not call it outright pompous- than the one Lucien, Azriel and I had been frequenting during our stay here.
Inside the room was most of the Court’s inner circle-sans Amren- and Tamlin, who sat alone in an intricate, gold inlaid three person sofa, directly opposite to Feyre’s own needlessly ostentatious armchair, an ornate coffee table being the only thing separating the two.
The chairs themselves looked like hell to one’s back and bum; I would never understand Hewn’s inclination for style and extravagance over comfort and their preference would forever boggle my mind, it seemed.
Taking note of the people, I realised that no one was talking, the atmosphere so thick one could cut it with a butter knife, and both Mor and Azriel looked a pin-drop away from jumping and trampling Tamlin, by the look of their poorly-hidden glares.
Feyre took the opposite route, simply choosing to ignore the High Lord of Spring, staring at the wall behind the blonde male as if it would offer her the answers to the Universe if she looked at it hard and long enough.
Cassian was the only one acting like a civilised person- by the vaguest of definitions- by pretending to find the book in his hands absolutely riveting and, therefore, actually having a reason- flimsy as it was- to ignore the Blonde High Lord.
As we entered the room, Lucien turned to me, gently prying my hold from his arm, then proceeded to walk behind Tamlin’s sofa, standing behind his High Lord while Rhys took over his place and tucked my hand in the crook of his arm, walking me towards Feyre and situating both of us beside her recliner.
“As per our agreement,” Rhys started with practised casualness, “we’ll remove Lucien’s cuffs as soon as we are outside of the city’s limits, then you will both be free to go, but before that…” Rhys gestured to Azriel.
The Illyrian male stepped forward, but instead of advancing towards Tamlin to give the High Lord the shadow as had been agreed, he came towards me, offering it to me instead of Tamlin.
I looked curiously to the little pebble-shaped mass of blackness sitting in the middle of the male’s palm. It could have passed for an onyx, or an obsidian.
But why was he offering it to me instead of Tamlin?
Wait…
Was all of the inner circle seriously so petty that none of them were willing to be the ones to hand the blasted little thing off to the High Lord?
Also, had I lost some kind of untold draw to have to be the one to do it?
I lowered my mental shields, repeating myself and looking towards Rhys.
The bastard bat simply examined his nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the room, not even hiding that he was fighting off a smile- which I knew he could do; Rhys could probably convince you that the sky was green with a face straight as stone if he wanted to- if his twitching lips were anything to go by.
Shaking my head with a scoff, I quickly snatched the shadow from Azriel, trying to convey through my movements how disappointed and disbelieving I was with all of them, which seemed to amuse my friends instead of… whatever else.
Even I didn’t really know what reaction I was hoping to get from them with my little display, but amusement- especially from all of them- wasn’t it.
I moved to sit in front of Tamlin atop the little coffee table, breathing in deeply as I offered him the pebble-shaped shadow.
The blonde took the little shadow from my hand, examining it in curiosity.
“Did Azriel explain the plan to you?” I asked in the awkward silence.
“Only that I am to keep it with me at all times.” Tamlin answered, his tone clearly asking if there was more to know.
Seriously?
Children; most of them over 200 years old, and yet, all of them children.
I breathed in deeply.
“Since we can’t keep in constant contact,” I explained, working to keep my voice cordial so my mild irritation with the Inner Circle wouldn’t be noticeable and somehow offend the High Lord of Spring , “we’re sending that shadow with you; if at any point your court needs assistance from ours or you discover some kind of information that you feel could prove vital in this war, you tell the shadow and it will come directly to Azriel. We’ll be keeping forces at the ready to winnow to Spring and to offer assistance; that’s why it needs to be with you at all times.”
Tamlin’s eyes widened in surprise for a brief second before the blonde disguised the look with one of determination.
“And Lucien’s-” Tamlin started before he was cut off.
“In three days, as we’ve arranged.” Rhys told him smoothly, finally looking up from his (impeccable) nails to give Tamlin a dismissive look; although I was curious of this arrangement they’d supposedly discussed, I didn’t question what it was. “Cassian, Azriel; lead our… guests outside. I’m sure we’d all like to rest after such a tiring day.”
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I was glad to be back in Velaris after spending three days in Hewn City: while in the city under the mountain, a large strain had been put on my emotional shields as the negativity of the place beat on them day in and day out, tiring me; I hadn’t even realised how weary I’d become until Mor had winnowed me back into the Townhouse and suddenly it was like a weight I didn’t know was there had been lifted from my shoulders.
I had barely had any time to tiredly collapse onto an armchair before Rhysand and Feyre winnowed in and suddenly I had an armful- and a lapful- of High Lady.
A sound similar to an ‘oof’ escaped me as the surprise weight of Feyre atop me- and her elbow(?) slamming on my abdomen- forced most of the air inside my lungs from my body.
“I missed you.” Feyre told me with a small smile.
I wished I could say the same, but I had no air to speak to her with.
“Feyre darling, perhaps you should stop suffocating our dear Starlight and then they might be able to reciprocate your affections.” Rhys told her, sounding amused.
Feyre flapped a hand towards her mate. “They’re fine.” She told him dismissively,
Mor, my saviour, approached us, gently extracting Feyre from my lap. “They’re really not.” She said, not attempting to mask how entertained she sounded.
I rose after them, taking in a grateful gulp of air and rubbing my sore midsection for a few seconds, then finally enveloping Feyre in a tight hug, hiding my face in her neck and inhaling. “Missed you too, all of you.” I pulled back, smiling at my gathered friends. “S’good to be back home.”
All three of them preened.
Worse than peacocks the whole lot of them, I found myself thinking, as pure affection ran through my veins.
I turned back to my best friend after a few seconds. “I’d like to speak to you though. Just you.”
“Oh, okay. Sure.” Feyre nodded while I dragged her towards my bedroom.
Mor watched us in confusion while Rhys offered me an encouraging- and hopeful- nod.
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I closed and locked the bedroom door behind me as soon as both of us were inside.
Feyre watched me curiously as I advanced towards the wardrobe, slipping Penumbra from my wrist and putting the little shadow in the middle of a stack of folded clothes, proceeding to close the door, hopefully muting our conversation that was to follow.
“Sounds like it’s important.” Feyre pointed out, sitting down atop my bed and watching me in mild worry.
I nodded, using my nails to push at my cuticles. “You tell me everything, so I do the same.”
“Right…” She confirmed, probably wondering where I was going with this. “That’s what we do, always.”
I nodded, more to myself than to her.
“Azriel is my mate.” I told her in a loud whisper, the words nearly jumbling together in my rush to get them out.
Feyre sprung from the bed in a way similar to a startled cat, her eyebrows reaching for her hairline. “What?”
“Azriel is my mate.” I repeated, my voice coming out a little breathier, but much slower, this time.
Because now Feyre knew.
And somehow, the fact that she knew, somehow made it more real.
Real-er.
Feyre hugged me, he hand cradling the back of my head. “That’s amazing!” She said, and I could tell just by the sound of her voice that she was beaming.
Feyre pulled back, studying my face. “Why are you telling me like it’s a secret though? We should be celebrating.”
I looked away, avoiding her eye.
“You haven’t told him.” She deflated, looking disappointed and a bit… upset.
I shook my head no.
“Why not?”
I shrugged, still not able to meet her gaze. “Lots of reasons, one of them being this upcoming war… we can’t afford distractions.”
“it wouldn’t be a distraction though; it’d be a reason to celebrate, especially now, with so few reasons. Besides… you know how hurt I was by Rhys hiding that we were mated, you know.”
“I do, I do, Feyre. But I don’t think now is the right time to tell him.” If there ever would be a good time to tell him.
With my eyes, I begged her to understand, to accept my choice.
“I don’t… I don’t know why you won’t tell him; the war should be a reason to tell him instead of hiding it.” Feyre said, her brows furrowed. “I don’t agree with your choice either.” She sighed, looking away as her shoulders slumped. “I won’t try to force you to tell Azriel, though; I’d never do that to you.”
I nodded, sitting down on the spot that Feyre had previously occupied; she sat back down too, taking one of my hands in hers.
“So…” She started, still sounding a bit upset but clearly aiming to change the subject, like she normally did. “Tell me all that’s happened while I was gone.”
I took the peace offering for what it was.
“Didn’t Mor, Rhys and Cass tell you everything? They’re the biggest gossips I know.” I asked, confused but also amused as the image of the four of them sitting with tea and gossiping like old ladies built itself in my mind.
“They did. But it’ll be much sweeter to hear coming from my best friend.” Feyre let out a quiet laugh, falling back onto the bed, her hair splaying out around her and reflecting the sunlight beaming through my window like a halo.
I admired her for a second: my beautiful, strong friend.
I laughed too, also letting myself onto the bed while I launched into a detailed retelling of all things- big and small- that had happened while she had been in Spring- and the things that had happened while I had been in Hewn.
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We spent hours locked in my room, talking of all that had happened in the month we’d spent apart.
“So, you got more than one power from the Cauldron, then?” Feyre asked, questioning small details of my story.
Making light of the situation, I rolled my eyes. “Oh, yeah. At least one good thing came out of our little excursion.”
I realised I’d made a mistake to poke fun at it as soon as Feyre’s eyes darkened, her face turning sad.
I scrabbled to amend my joke, not quite able to think of anything that would lift her spirits as high as they were before.
“But hey, you’re not the only special one of us now, Fey.”
“You’ve always been special.” She told me earnestly, looking confounded that I’d think otherwise.
I leaned my head on her shoulder. “You too, Fey; you too.”
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The next day, I walked to Conn’s house by myself, having warned the others of where I’d be during the day.
I was excited to see the male from Autumn once again and to try and resolve some doubts I had about my shielding- and whatever it was that I was doing wrong.
I had barely knocked on the door before the sound of running little feet came to open it, swinging the door open with such enthusiasm that it slammed into the wall.
An admonishing shout of ‘Aella’ came from inside the house, but the little fae girl didn’t respond, choosing instead to cross her arms over her chest and look at me with the angriest, most disappointed look I had ever received from a child.
“Where have you been?” She asked, her hip cocked to the side, probably imitating the move from some adult she’d seen doing it.
I chuckled, feeling a bit nervous for some reason. “I had official Night Court business I had to attend to. Could you ever forgive me for leaving without saying anything?”
Aella eyed me critically for a couple of seconds before she sighed dramatically. “I guess.”
The little girl stepped to the side, allowing me to enter the house just as Conn appeared from the kitchen.
“Oh, hello!” He spoke, clearly surprised by my appearance.
With a smile, I waved, taking in his form: he was wearing clothes that were a bit nicer than his usual ones, better fitting and crisp, even his glasses looked cleaner.
“Did I…” I started reluctantly. “Come at a bad time?”
Conn looked around, searching for something wrong before looking down at himself and realising what I was referring to; he patted down his clothes in his usual jittery manner. “Oh, no, no, no. I wasn’t expecting you today and I’m having a few guests over tonight.”
I turned to leave.
“You can stay. Honestly, I think they’re all dying to meet you at this point. I’ve talked a little too much about your progress to them.” Conn chuckled nervously.
“If you’re sure…”
“Oh, I’m sure! Actually…” Conn hesitated. “I could use some help in the kitchen.” The male confessed, defeated.
I hid my laugh behind my hand. “Lead the way.”
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Conn’s friends were all very nice, I found out that night, especially after a few bottles of wine.
I laughed as the male, Cassidy- the one with the wild, curly brown hair, finished recounting a story of one of Conn’s first wards he’d put around the house: he’d messed up the runes and locked himself out of the building for a week- a week in which Conn had had to sleep at Cassidy’s house before the trial runes finally ran out of energy to keep the ward going.
“How did you lock yourself out?” I questioned, hiding my face in my hands as tears of laughter threatened to drip from my eyes.
“It was one of my first wards.” Conn defended himself, his glasses crooked and looking much more at ease than normal after a few glasses of wine. “I honestly don’t even know what I did wrong, to this day!”
“What did you even write on the runes?” Blake, the dark-haired, dark-skinned fae sitting next to me asked.
Conn’s brows furrowed in thought. “Something about… keeping unwanted people out, I think.”
“Did you actually write the rune corresponding to the unwanted part, Conn, my dear?” The wrinkled Fae lady named Greer asked, sounding bemused.
Conn’s mouth opened and closed multiple times, looking like a fish on land while his cheeks turned redder by the second. “… I don’t remember. That was over two hundred years ago, Greer, you can’t expect a perfect recollection of events.”
Greer leaned towards me, a devilish look in her eyes as she whispered loudly, “That, my dear, is how mistakes are repeated.”
Blake leaned towards me. “Has he told you about how he and Aimeé met yet, love?”
I shook my head. “No, not yet.”
“Well,” Blake smiled, so very pretty and all teeth. “Get ready for the cutest love story ever.” They promised before starting a recollection of Conn’s first meeting with his late wife, much to Conn’s chagrin at having the story told again.
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It was late into the night when the little shadow dubbed Penumbra slithered into the Shadowsinger’s room, whispering in his ear while the male looked over documents detailing the latest information sent by his spies in Hewn.
With a stretch, the male rose and advanced towards the door, glad for a reason to leave the never-ending lines of text if only for a few minutes, relieved for the report on his most recent headache- the Cauldron made Fae who seemed to have little regard for their own safety or for how that little regard might worry others.
Azriel navigated the dark corridors of the House of Wind with the ease of someone who knew the layout of the building like the back of his own hand, careful so his steps didn’t make any sound on the old floorboards or stairs, making sure not to wake any of the other residents.
Outside, the air was crisp but refreshing- a small comfort after having spent the last several hours reading through documents that offered no new or useful information to the Court.
With a deep breath and a flap of his powerful wings, Azriel took to the sky.
Azriel arrived at the house of the autumnal male, Conn, within ten minutes.
He knocked on the door.
It took a few moments, Azriel’s shadows informing him that all was well inside, save for the fact that the two adult Fae inside were drunk as skunks and that, apparently, Conn had fallen flat on his face when attempting to get up to open the door.
The door finally open to Conn’s red cheeks and nose, his usual glasses nowhere to be seen as giggles rang from the living room.
“’Evening.” Conn greeted, much more relaxed than Azriel had ever seen him.
The owner of the house stepped aside, gesturing Azriel inside with a wave of his hand.
“Good night.” The Shadowsinger responded, stepping towards the living room, where the previous giggles had died down.
Inside the living room, Azriel found Aella- the little girl he knew to be Conn’s daughter- and the person he was actually looking for upon coming here, both sitting on the ground, legs crossed with their knees touching, and holding hands.
“A little late for you to be up, no?” Azriel asked the little girl.
“Az-rail!” came their voice, but the Shadowsinger was focused on the little girl for now, curious about why was still up.
She shrugged. “I woke up because I wanted some water, but Daddy and his friends were acting silly and I wanted to laugh a little. Most of them went home now, though, so we’re practising.”
Azriel’s shadows whispered that Conn had followed him to the living room, leaning on the entrance, watching them.
“Oh?” Azriel questioned.
“Yeah; I can’t make other people feel what I’m feeling, but they,” She gestured to the adult sitting in front of her, who was content to let Azriel and Aella talk. “Can, just like my grand-mama could; or... well, they should be able to, because they did before- that’s how we met, you know? But I’m just bored sitting here and waiting.” A pause. “I think I’m going to bed.”
Aella rose to her feet, dusting her pyjama pants off before moving towards the stairs. “Goodnight!” She called behind her, her father shadowing her steps.
Azriel turned to the remaining person.
“Hi, Azreel, Azraa… Az! Hi, Az!” They greeted.
They were truly drunk, Azriel noted with amusement; his shadows had not done the situation justice.
Still… They had never called Azriel by a nickname before, not like they did with the others; it was nice to hear it in their voice and Azriel’s shadows approved too, if their delight was anything to go by- though they seemed to delight in just being in the same room as the currently drunk Fae, regardless of the situation.
“Hello, Trouble.” Azriel greeted quietly, moving to gently help them to their feet.
“I told you- no, not you… Penny. I told Penny I was going to sleep here tonight. She got you out of bed and now I feel bad….” They lamented, a hand to their forehead.
“I wasn’t sleeping.” Azriel confessed as they walked outside, stopping briefly to close the house’s door.
“No? Promise?”
“I promise.” The Shadowsinger nodded, a bit flattered about their worry over his sleep.
“Okay... Are we flying?”
“Yes, Trouble, I’m flying you back to the Townhouse.”
“Oh, okay.” They acquiesced, looping their arms around his shoulders. “I missed this.”
Azriel had already taken off when the last three words were spoken, but he looked to his passenger in surprise at their confession. “This?” Azriel questioned.
“Hmm-hmm.” They nodded. “Well, not flying, I hate flying cause we can fall. But the take off and the landing, I like those, especially with you or Cass.”
Azriel hummed, encouraging the small Fae to continue their ramble and slowing their flying speed to allow the conversation to develop.
“When we’re talking off… it’s like… the world is trying to keep us down. It’s grounding; it’s nice. Not with Rhys though… You know you can’t even feel the take-off with Rhys? You’re just… suddenly in the sky. It’s boring.”
Azriel chuckled, filing away the information that, according to some people- sources anonymous, of course- flying with his High Lord was boring, to use it against the male for later.
“But I don’t like the flying, no. If we’re flying, we can fall and then get very hurt and I don’t like that; I don’t like getting hurt.”
“None of us would ever let you fall.” Azriel halted them before they could continue, a bit offended but mostly amused.
They groaned. “I know, Rhys said it a thousand times, he said that even if you dropped me, you’re not children and you’d know how to catch me; I know you would, too, but my mind still thinks about it so I don’t like it.”
The healer-in-training leaned their head heavily against the Shadowsinger’s shoulder, probably about to doze off.
“What about the landing?” Azriel questioned, genuinely curious, but also trying to keep them awake so he could get the Faerie to drink some water before setting them to bed.
“Hmm?” They hummed.
“Why do you like the landing?” He reiterated.
“Oh… Not with Rhys, cause like I said, he’s boring and doesn’t fly the same as you and Cass, but when you’re about to land you just… stop flying a few meters from the ground. I don’t know why you do it, but in those moments when we’re falling- and I know we won’t get hurt cause it’s not high enough to hurt- we’re completely weightless; I like that.” They yawned, before adding, as an afterthought, “Must be Hel on your knees and ankles though.”
Azriel laughed. “I promise you my knees and ankles are fine.”
“Good. That’s... good. Don’t wanna have to try to heal them drunk- which I am, by the way, I don’t know if you realised it. But trying to heal you while drunk could be a disaster.”
“You know what? I hadn’t realised you were drunk.” Azriel lied, too entertained. “But yes, drunk magic tends to be… precarious, for lack of a better word.”
They hummed, nodding in agreement.
The pair flew in comfortable silence for a few minutes, but as they were reaching the Townhouse, an idea occurred to the Illyrian.
Azriel turned to the Fae in his arms. “Do you trust me?”
They raised their head from his shoulder, eyes roaming the male’s face before finally settling on his own eyes.
They were silent for some time, long enough that a seed of disappointment started to bloom in Azriel’s chest, before the Made Faerie sighed, heavily leaning their head back. “More than I should for how little we know each other. More than I should, Shadowsinger.”
Azriel smirked, satisfied, before leaning his face closer to theirs. “Then hold on.”
They nodded, tightening their grip around his neck and hiding their confused face against his shoulder once more.
Azriel gave no warning as, with a big flap of his wings, he shot the two of them upwards, fast as an arrow.
The Fae in his arms let out a terrified yelp, holding tighter, but didn’t request that Azriel stop, so the male took it as a good sign.
When the pair of them were flying just over the steps leading to the Townhouse, Azriel completely stopped flapping his wings, their momentum keeping them rising for a second before they stopped completely and then they were falling, falling, falling.
The Cauldron-made Fae screamed into his shoulder, his shadows admonished Azriel for terrifying them when they passed near his ears.
Just as they were a few meters from the ground, almost too close to stop their momentum, Azriel spread his wings to their full length, halting their fall mid-air abruptly, jostling the both of them uncomfortably.
Almost immediately after, the male closed his wings again, falling the last few meters and landing in a crouch, and looking to the Faerie in his arms, unable to stop the large smile splitting his face at the adrenaline that was rushing through both of their veins after the experience of falling.
Azriel rose, settling them down on the ground gently, but they didn’t let go of the male’s neck and he felt as their knees knocked into his, into each other.
Worried now, Azriel stepped away from them, helping them keep standing by their shoulders.
“You, sir,” They started, but they weren’t crying or angry or terrified as Azriel had, for a moment, feared; they were smiling. “Have sobered me right up. You’re also crazy.”
They both laughed, a pair of lunatics standing in the street.
Neither noticed their High Lord and Lady watching them from a their bedroom window.
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ladyescapism · 1 year
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jealousy - azriel
summary: A night on the town turns emotional for April's mate.
a/n: hey everyone! I was looking through some old drafts of mine and found this little piece of azriel angst with a HEO. hope you like it!
warnings: talk of insecurities, flirting with a person other than their partner
wc: 1,200
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You were playing a dangerous name and you knew it. 
You could feel Azriel’s eyes boring into the back of your head as you flirted with the drunken male in front of you. 
Mor had convinced everyone to go out to Rita’s that night, except for Elain who was looking after Nyx. You and Az were not ones to go out partying, but Mor pleaded with you till you relented. And wherever you went, Az was sure to follow. 
This little game you were playing was payback for earlier that night when Az was approached by a female and allowed her to touch him. You knew in your heart that Az would never encourage her attentions, but your possessive side came out when it came to Az. And that whisper of jealousy had turned into an envious rage by the time Az managed to politely pry the female off of him.  
Not to mention the teasing, from all the brothers, didn’t help your annoyance with the situation. So, payback was an order. 
The bartender brought over you and Feyre’s drinks and you said good night to the male before you made your way back to the table. 
“Make a friend over there, Y/N,” Feyre asked, raising an eyebrow.
You just shrugged, making it seem like it was no big deal, even as you could feel the jealousy and anger coming down the bond from Az. 
Cassian broke into a grin and laughed at Az. “Payback’s a bitch.” 
You finally looked you at your mate, who was glaring down at you. “What,” you asked, feigning innocence. “I was just being polite.” 
Az just huffed a little and went back to his conversation with Rhys about something else. 
Now you felt bad. Like you took the game to far. Az was sensitive about you leaving him, about finding someone better. You were regretting the scene you caused, now thinking there was a big difference in him being a little too polite to some drunk girl and you going out of your way to flirt with another male in front of him and the rest of the Inner Circle. 
There were tears forming in your eyes as you thought about what you had done. 
Feyre stood up. “I need to use the lady’s room. Y/N, join me?” 
You nodded and got up quickly. 
When you got to the lady’s room, Feyre immediately pulled you into a hug. 
“What’s wrong? Why do you look like your about to cry?” 
“Because I think I just fucked up with Az and I don’t think a simple apology will be enough.” 
You went on the explain that you thought you went too far and how you felt like shit playing on his insecurities, especially in front of other people. Feyre just listened and assured you that you were not a terrible person. 
After you dried your tears, you and Feyre exited the restroom to find concerned hazel eyes waiting for you. 
Azriel was leaning up against the hallway wall but straightened when you came through the door. 
“I felt how upset you are but didn’t want to interrupt,” he said. “Are you alright?” 
You just looked at your shoes in shame and pressed your lips together to keep yourself from crying. He was such a good male and didn’t deserve someone who would hurt him on purpose. 
“I think you two have a lot to discuss,” Feyre said, sensing the tension. She reached out and patted your arm. “I’ll make the excuses.” 
“You want to go home,” Azriel asked, stepping closer and gently cupping your face. 
You nodded, not willing to explain yourself here. 
Azriel winnowed you away to the cabin you shared up in the mountains overlooking the city. It was close enough that you and him could still get to your respective jobs, but secluded enough that you were only visited occasionally. 
Azriel was still cupping your face as you felt the world steady beneath your feet and felt the warmth and smell of your home envelop you. Those warm, loving hazel eyes were still assessing you to figure out what was wrong but came up short. 
“What made you want to leave?” 
“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, the guilt and shame about the realization of what you had done choking the sound. 
“Don’t be-”
“Not about leaving,” you cut him off. “About the flirting.” 
“You don’t have to be sorry about getting upset about some female flirting with me. I get the mate bond is filled with possessiveness. Trust me.” 
“Exactly,” you said, tears running down your face. “That female was flirting with you. That was not your fault and you delt with it in a reasonable manner. I got jealous and hurt you on purpose.” 
Az cocked his head to the side, and you stepped out of his arms. 
“I purposefully went over to that male and flirted with him to hurt you, to make you jealous or mad. And I did it in front of everyone.” 
You put your face in your hands. 
“I used a huge insecurity you have against you on purpose to hurt you.” 
You wiped your eyes and finally got the nerve to look at him. 
“When I realized what I had done, felt just how angry and jealous and inferior you were down the bond, I got so… angry at myself and ashamed of myself that I was tearing up. Feyre noticed and took me to the restroom to sort myself out.”
Azriel was staring at you with that gaze that could strip anyone bare. It wasn’t lust. But just cold assessment, trying to figure the person in front of him out. 
“So, I’m sorry,” you said again. “I never should have done that. I wasn’t thinking my actions through. I promise to never so something like that again. But please, please forgive me, Az. Please.” 
“You don’t have to beg,” he said. He moved to brace his hands on the back of the sofa, his back turned to you. You wanted to reach out and touch him, but you held yourself back. 
“Seeing you flirting with that male on purpose did make me angry. I didn’t think about you using my insecurities against me. It never crossed my mind that that was your intention.” 
“No,” you whispered. 
“I believe that you didn’t think your actions through and never meant for your actions to cut as deep as they did. But it doesn’t change what you did and how it made me feel.” 
He turned to face you. 
“I understand,” you said solemnly. “You have every right to feel that way.” 
“I can’t handle you doing that. So, if this becomes a continual problem, we are going to have more problems. The flirting or you using my insecurities against me in general. But, I can see that you know what you did, how it hurt me, and that your sorry.” 
“I am, Az. I really am.” 
“I know, baby. And I forgive you.” 
You could have cried with relief. You took the few long steps towards him and was met with his warm embrace. 
You wrapped your arms around him and held on as tightly as you could. His stubble scratched along your cheek as bend his head. You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his cologne, something he hardly ever wore. His hands shifted from wrapping around your back to holding you hips. 
Releasing him from your grip, you moved your hands to his chest and looked up at him. Your wonderful, loving, forgiving mate. 
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lorcandidlucienwill · 4 months
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Lucien finally loses his shit and does something crazy part 10
Lucien and company fight Koschei and the Inner Circle to free Vassa! This is the final part.
Lucien didn’t show any fear in his gaze. He only smirked slowly at the High Lord of the Night Court. “Hello, Rhys,” he crooned.
Rhys bared his teeth at him. “Lucien Spell-Cleaver. I should’ve realized it was you and not that bitch. It’s not like she ever bothered to do anything in her life, has she?”
“Like you can talk, you piece of shit,” Eris retorted. “In five hundred years, what exactly, have you done for the Illyrian women? Or Mor’s people?”
Rhysand sneered at Eris. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re a snake, too.” “At least the snake has a job besides kidnapping women and holding them hostage,” Nesta replied.
Ire rippled in Rhysand’s eyes. Shadows began to form around him. “You messed with the wrong male, Lucien. For a male so smart, you’re certainly slow to learn.”
Lucien didn’t balk from Rhysand’s gaze, even as he tried to assert his Fae dominance over him. Fuck that. He was a High Lord too. That was the first time he had admitted it to himself, but it was true. His brothers had known it long before Lucien had acknowledged it, had tried to kill him for it. He would not back down now.
“Don’t you know what light and flame does to dark and shadows, Rhysie-poo?” Lucien said mockingly. Cassian at his side snarled. He had been glaring at Nesta for the past few minutes, but now turned to Lucien. “Or should I give you a hint?”
Cassian glared daggers at Lucien. “Back down, dog,” Lucien drawled. He knew there were flames in his eyes as his innate Fae dominance asserted itself over Cassian and he reluctantly backed off. Tamlin, Eris, Jurian and the Archerons began closing in, Tamlin, Feyre and Elain on his left, Nesta, Eris, and Jurian on his right. Similarly, the Inner Circle closed in around Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel on either side, Mor beside Azriel and Amren next to Cassian. “Oh, this will be fun,” Koschei laughed. “I don’t even need to do anything. Just watch you destroy each other!” Nesta launched herself at Cassian, Tamlin at Azriel. Jurian started fighting Amren, Eris taking on Mor. Feyre was guarding Elain. Which left Lucien to take on Rhysand. Rhysand smiled sinisterly. “Let’s see how your training matches with mine, son of Helion.”
Lucien was relieved the walls of his mind were as impenetrable as they were as Rhysand unleashed the full force of his magic on him. He had been practicing it ever since he had taken on the role of Night Court emissary. He didn’t give a shit what they said, he’d never trust the males who played with minds as if they were toys. Lucien called to his flames, but it was the light that answered, blaring so bright that Rhysand was blinded for a moment. “Ow!” Lucien struck quickly, stabbing him in the shoulder before blasting him with fire. Rhysand blew it away on a night-cool wind.
Rhysand glared up at him with those night-blue eyes. “Son of a bitch.”
“Are you already tired, old man?” Lucien cooed. “Past your bedtime? Should I tuck you into bed?”
Rhysand snarled and darted out, but Lucien was prepared. Rage had made the Night Court High Lord sloppy. Lucien ducked and kneed him in the jewels. Rhysand instantly bent over in pain. Lucien might have felt sympathy if he hadn’t been a total piece of shit. Lucien arced his knife towards Rhysand’s back but was met with a hard shield. Undeterred, Lucien blasted Rhysand with burst after burst of light.
“None of your shields will hold as long as I’m here, Rhys darling,” Lucien crooned.
Rhysand snarled, but Lucien saw he was blushing. Lucien didn’t have time to wonder if it was embarrassment or arousal that caused the reaction as he hurled his dagger straight at Rhysand. But Rhysand winnowed away. Lucien whipped around, expecting him to come from behind when Rhysand winnowed right in front of him and aimed for his neck. Lucien was too late to stop the blow. But Tamlin wasn’t.
Somehow, he had seen Lucien and Rhysand fighting and anticipated the move from Rhysand. Perhaps from when he had taught him Illyrian techniques. Before Rhysand could stab Lucien, Tamlin tackled Rhysand. Azriel, now without anyone fighting him, turned to Lucien, but hesitated.
The bastard was remembering that Lucien had spared his life.
Lucien met the shadowsinger’s stare. “Is Rhysand really the kind of male you want to serve your whole life, Azriel?” He jerked his chin at the spot where Rhysand and Tamlin tussled on the ground. “The male who has been sitting on his ass for 500 years, who uses people like weapons?”
Azriel hesitated a moment longer. Then he charged with his sword. But not at Lucien. No, the shadowsinger shoved Tamlin off of Rhysand and drove his sword straight through his neck all the way into the ground. It was so unexpected that Rhysand only had time to widen his eyes slightly before he was dead. Meanwhile, Cassian was unable to land a single blow on Nesta owing to her silver flames. His superior fighting skills didn’t matter when faced with magic so raw and potent. Jurian was almost through with Amren. Without her deadly powers, Amren was exceptionally vulnerable, and Jurian had fought a war against the Fae. He was the superior fighter. Lucien and Azriel went after Koschei, who was now gathering his powers and staring down at Feyre and Elain with a look of foreboding. Lucien wondered why in the world Feyre was trying to face Koschei when he remembered Elain’s prophecy. One of many shall shatter his soul, return the part back to the whole.
Koschei couldn’t be killed because his soul was detached from his body. That had to be who the prophecy was referring to. And one of many- Feyre was one human turned High Fae as a result of the powers of each of the High Lords. One of many must be her.
Lucien sprinted towards them, his only thought to keep his mate out of harm’s way as Koschei leered at them. It had been a mistake to bring her here, when she did not possess any fighting abilities-
Although she had shot that arrow. Lucien hadn’t registered it at the time, but for a first timer, it was an impeccable aim. Perhaps it wasn’t her first time. So somehow, Lucien wasn’t surprised at all when Elain pulled out a bow from underneath her clothes. Elain didn’t like violence- Lucien knew that- but she was willing to do what was necessary to protect those she cared about. And it seemed she had learned some archery.
Lucien reached the Archeron sisters, muttering to Feyre, “You can’t attack his body. He’s protected.”
Feyre smiled. “Then perhaps I can attack his mind.”
Lucien nodded grimly. “We’ll keep him occupied.”
Koschei smiled. “Lucien, Lord of Light, bastard of Autumn. Come to die.”
Lucien knew he was about to die.
Knew Rhysand’s power was nothing compared to Koschei’s as the full force of it fell upon them. It took every inch of his magic to avoid being incinerated. Koschei’s shield pushed and shoved at his magic, and Lucien dove as he released the shield and missed the blast of dark power by inches. Koschei aimed at Elain, and Lucien just managed to intercept the magic with fire and blast it away. He reached for Elain, covering her body with his. He weathered storm after storm Koschei sent after him, burning away whatever he could and letting the rest wash over them. Lucien hollered as the effort threatened to kill him. His body was cover in sweat and ice burns started to appear on his forearms.
Lucien closed his eyes. He only hoped his efforts would save his mate’s life, since it was too late for him.
“Lucien,” Elain whispered. “Look.”
Lucien opened his eyes and looked up. Koschei’s powers had stopped. His eyes had gone blank. Feyre must have finally broken into his mind. Lucien walked towards Feyre cautiously, Elain trailing him. After several minutes, Feyre opened her eyes and smiled triumphantly. “I found his soul. I’ve bound it to his body. He can be killed now.”
In that very moment, Koschei’s eyes regained focus. He let out a howl of rage and blasted Feyre. Feyre barely had time to put up a shield before she was flying through the air.
“Not my sister, you ASSHOLE!” Nesta screamed. She rushed toward them, Eris and Azriel beside her. Nesta erupted into flames, Eris joining her.
“Let’s see how your death powers match against my Cauldron-stolen gift,” Nesta hissed.
Koschei’s eyes widened in terror as silver and crimson flame from Nesta and Eris blasted him. Lucien after a beat joined with whatever flames he had remaining.
Twin pillars of flame shall conquer Death.
Koschei didn’t stand a chance.
Whatever power he had, Nesta, joined with the might of two High Lords, was far stronger. Koschei was soon reduced to nothing but cool mist.
Nesta turned to Lucien, not even winded, “Can you break Vassa’s curse now?”
Lucien reached out towards Vassa with his magic. “Yes, I can.”
A flash of light, and Vassa was walking towards them. She spotted Lucien and sprinted towards him. Lucien laughed as Vassa hugged him tightly. “Where is Jurian?”
Lucien turned towards the spot where he’d last seen Jurian fighting Amren. He walked towards them now, limping heavily on one leg but otherwise looking no worse for wear. His eyes widened when he saw Vassa, and he started limping towards them faster. When they finally reached each other, Vassa yanked his head down to hers for a kiss. Jurian pulled away faster than Lucien expected, and it was his eyes that he met when he said, “Tamlin is badly wounded.”
Shit. He’d completely forgotten about Tamlin in the heat of battle. Lucien sprinted over to Tamlin. He was still in the spot he had been when he had been fighting Rhysand. He cradled a wound near his chest, and it was still oozing blood slowly. It must have been disastrous if it was not healing.
“Tam,” Lucien said as he bent over his body. Tears flew down his cheeks, and he was too worried to be ashamed. “Tam, please.” Lucien reached for his magic to heal him, but he was drained. They all were. “No,”
Tamlin smiled weakly at Lucien. “It’s ok, Lucien. I don’t regret it. Saving your life.”
“You idiot,” Lucien hissed through his tears. “You just had to be the goddamn hero, didn’t you?”
“I just want my friend back.” Tamlin stared at Lucien earnestly. “I… hope…you…can…forgive me.” It seemed every breath was an effort for Tamlin now.
“I already forgave you, fool,” Lucien said quietly. “Don’t leave me now.”
“You’ll…take…care…of…my…people. And Feyre. I trust you.”
“Don’t give up, Tam! I can’t lose anybody else!”
Tamlin smiled again. His face was so pale now, but there was no pain. Only clarity. “I’ll always be with you, brother.”
His heartbeats got slower and slower.
No. Not again.
He was back in the Autumn Court, Jesminda dying in his arms.
No no no no no no.
The mother spoke in his ears once more.
I warned you, Lucien. I warned you. I'M SO SORRY TAMLIN FANS. THIS ONE FUCKING HURT TO WRITE.
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starryhiraeth · 2 years
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Heal me
Azriel x reader
*Requested*
Pt2
Madja found you in the forest,a lively 5 year old child running around the forest giggling to your self,no parent in sight. Until she saw you stopped in front of a butterfly with a broken wing. Your little face looked from side to side,making sure no one saw you, you then kneeled down and put her hands in front of you as a warm glow emitted from your hands. Next thing she knew,the butterfly was flapping its wings and dancing in the wind again.
Madja smiled,she had never seen healing magic develop so early. She came out from around the corner,smiling gently at you
“Why,hello-”
“Please don’t tell them!” You cried “I’m not allowed to use my magic”
Tears welled up in your little eyes as she rushed Over to you.
“Oh hush now,it’s okay” She comforted “I won’t tell your parents”
Your little face paled and you started fiddling with your hands ”Uhm-not parents…orphanage…”
They weren’t allowing you to use your magic.
Madja walked you back to the orphanage on the out skirts of Velaris, the next day Madja came back and soon enough you found your self at her apartment in the centre of Velaris,her helping you practice your magic.
As you got older, your magic got stronger and when Feyre Gave birth,you were there. Rhys was unsure about you helping due to the fact that he didn’t know you but after you helped Madja and Feyre a great deal,The Inner circle was move surprised that someone so young could have that much skill at thirteen
You’d met Feyre,Rhysand,Morrigan and Nesta.
And of course Nyx.
The little prince demanding to be brought along to you whenever someone was hurt. You were funny and always snuck him sweet,not to mention telling him the drama at your high school,which Nyx was thoroughly invested in.
“She just such a bitch,right?!” You yelled
“No seriously Y/N,Natalie is being a bitch” little Nyx sassed
“I KNOW, and don’t swear”
If he was being honest with himself you were his first crush.
It was your 21st birthday and you were at Ritas for your party.
Feyre and Rhys had got you a present,so did Mor and Nesta.
All the friends and your Adoptive mother/Mentor were all there. It was amazing.
And that’s when you first saw him.
Stone faced as ever,in the Corner of the room,shadows following him everywhere.
He must’ve felt your eyes on him as he looked over to you and you felt it clicked
Shock was written over both of your faces.
And before you could process what was happening your friends were dragging you to the dance floor.
And so you drank and danced and drank and drank
Until you could no longer feel those overwhelming emotions and you drank yourself into getting rid of them.
*Bonus scene*
“Das my girlfrend!” Little nyx yelled out of no where
“What?!” Azriel asked,
He didn’t see you nyx come up behind him
“yeah she’s mine! not yours,stop looking,uncle az”
Little nyx had a strop about it
“Nyx! we’ve told you multiple times,she’s not your girlfriend,she’s too old for you” Rhysand’s voice came from down the hall
“I like older women!”
Baby nyx yelled back
Azriel took the chance to sneak away from your “boyfriend” and try find you
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hypnoi · 18 days
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MID as Incorrect Quotes that I copy-pasted :)
Ava: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger? 
Leif: Do I get to pick the finger?
Leif: You’re jealous. 
Asch: Jealous? 
Leif: That’s why you were being so negative about this. 
Asch: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.
Pierce:  Oh man, you have any shaving cream? 
Leif: No, I don't like the way that it tastes. 
Pierce: Wait... you eat shaving cream? 
Leif: No. Why would I eat it if I don't like the taste.
*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Leif looks around at the wanted posters to see if they’re on any of them.* 
Rhys: Leif, are you a criminal? 
Leif: Not here, I’m not!
Ava: Why can't any of you ever clean up after yourselves? 
Leif: I have a person who does that for me. 
Ava: Yeah, ME. 
Leif: I'm glad you agree.
Rhys: Stressed. 
Ava: Depressed. 
Leif: Possessed. 
Pierce: Obsessed. 
Asch: Impressed. 
Noi: Chicken breast. 
Everyone: ...What? 
Noi: I just wanted to join in.
Leif: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* 
Pierce: *standing on the roof* Bless you. 
Leif: God?!
Noi: Okay, two person huddle. 
Asch: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.
Leif: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?
Rhys: Leif, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee! 
Leif: Rebuke? Is that a word? 
Rhys: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions! 
Leif: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?
Asch: Are you coming to bed? 
Rhys: I can't. This is important. 
Asch: What? 
Rhys: Someone is wrong on the internet.
Noi: Leif is okay. 
Rhys: They're okay? They said they were going to break my legs! And don't tell me they didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause they gave me the mackerel eyes, they meant it! 
Noi: Rhys, Leif threatened me. They threaten Asch every day. They probably threatened Pierce before breakfast this morning. It's what they do.
Noi: Hey, what’s your Netflix password? 
Asch: ihopeyoudie 
Noi: Thank you!
Ava: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.
Leif: The Ocean is a soup. 
Asch: 
Asch: Do elaborate. 
Leif: What are needed for something to be a soup? 
Asch: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.  
Leif: *Tilts head* 
Asch: The Ocean is a Soup. 
Leif: The Ocean is a Soup.
Rhys: Would you like something to drink? *They open the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- 
Ava: Spiders? 
Rhys: Spiders it is then. 
Ava: No, that wasn’t- 
*But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*
Asch: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Leif... 
Rhys: As you should be. 
Asch: No, for real, they're kind of- 
Rhys: As. You. Should. Be.
*Squad is playing Among Us* 
Noi: I believe Rhys is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Leif, what were you doing? 
Leif: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!
Noi: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! 
Ava: Noi, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. 
Noi: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! 
Rhys: ...It was a bug. 
Noi: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! 
Ava: ... 
Rhys: ... 
Noi: Stop looking at me like that!
Noi: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much. 
Rhys: Oh, you’ve been? 
Noi: Once. In Monopoly.
Leif: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ass shit! 
Rhys: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. 
Leif: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? 
Rhys: Somehow that's worse.
Rhys: Leif... 
Leif: Oh no, 'Leif' in B flat. 
Leif: You're disappointed.
Asch: What the hell is wrong with you? 
Ava: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.
Ava: Rhys, what do you value about Noi? 
Rhys: They’re thoughtful. They pick flowers and bring them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but... 
Noi: That’s how I know they’re fresh!
Rhys: How do you connect with a fictional character? 
Leif: What? 
Pierce: What? 
Asch: What? 
Ava: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.
Asch: Rhys, can I ask you a question? 
Rhys: You just did. 
Asch: Okay, can I ask you two questions? 
Rhys: You just did. 
Asch, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?! 
Rhys: You just did. 
Asch: When?! 
Rhys: Just now.
Leif: Why are you like this?? 
Pierce: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.
Rhys: What is the one thing I told you not to do? 
Leif: Burn the house down. 
Rhys: And what did you do? 
Leif: I made dinner. 
Rhys: 
Leif: 
Rhys: 
Leif: And burnt the house down.
Ava, to Noi: You have room temperature IQ. 
Noi: What's room temperature IQ? 
Rhys: 73°. 
Noi: Oh, okay. 
Noi: How much is that in IQ?
Ava, laying in bed: Get out of my room. 
Leif, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.
Ava: Noi learned how to fold origami penguins from Rhys the other day. I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day they put them in the fridge.
Noi: Last night, I had a dream about sandwich pizza. 
Rhys: What? 
Noi: It was pizza with bread on the top and the bottom. 
Rhys: So a calzone? 
Noi: You can’t just name things I dream up.
Rhys (brainstorming ideas for pranking Asch): How much could a serial killer mask possibly cost? 
Ava: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. 
Rhys: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? 
Ava: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Rhys.
Ava: I’m not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID. 
Noi: *Incoherent mumbling* 
Ava: Huh? 
Leif: …You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.
*While the Squad is in a battle* 
Rhys, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! 
Leif: Take it back now y'all!
Pierce: I feel like I can be myself around you. 
Ava: You’re weird and quiet around me. 
Pierce: Yes.
Leif: I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.
Rhys: Do you cook? 
Asch: I made a cake once. 
Noi: Yeah, it was good. 
Asch: Really? 
Noi: Don’t make me lie twice, Asch.
Rhys: Ah ready for another fantastic day of being better than Noi.
Ava: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?
Ava: Leif told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.
Leif: You remind me of the ocean. 
Pierce: Because I'm deep and mysterious? 
Leif: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
Noi, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.
Noi: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! 
Ava: Um...Neat. 
*later* 
Ava, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Rhys. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. 
Rhys, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Ava. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Asch confessed their love for me? 
Ava: Didn't you thank them? 
Rhys: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.
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Come Hel or High Lord: Ch 10
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Chapter 10: But Where's My Love
Words: 3500
Reminder: This is a crossover between all SJM series. So spoilers for TOG, ACOTAR, and CC
Summary:
"Rhys always had his schemes to fall back on, many of which he didn’t bother to tell anyone about until it was over and done with. Now that he knew about the existence of other worlds, he desperately hoped Rhys was one of a kind. He wasn’t sure if the universe could survive two rulers who schemed more than they trusted their own family. "
Snippet below the cut. Read on Ao3
Cassian paced in front of the fireplace at the River House, glancing nervously between his balled up fists and Feyre. “It’s cold, Feyre! Why is it so cold?”  “I don’t know. So is mine.” Her eyes were downcast, staring at her hands laying palm up on her lap.  “Cold! There is no life in it at all, what if … what - fucking Caludron what if -” Feyre’s head snapped up and she leveled a stare at him that quickly halted his pacing. “Stop! Just stop. Don’t even say it, I know they're alive.” Her fingers trembled as she said it.  “How? How do you know?” Her general slumped on the low backed couch next to his High Lady. His voice was frayed.  “Because I… am alive Cass. If Rhys were… if he were gone, I would be too.” She winced and gave him an apologetic look. There was really no delicate way of talking about that stupid bargain her and Rhys had made together in a moment of desperation. For a moment, she thought he might confront her about it again, and she might have let him, if only to get his mind off the path it was wandering.  Cassian collapsed against Feyre’s shoulder, his hands were shaking slightly and she didn’t know what to do to calm him. She wasn’t even sure anything could, had never seen him so undone.  “The bond is cold, not gone, Cassian. They are just too far away for us to reach them right now. We have to trust that they will find what they went after and return home to us.”  “What if I can’t trust that?”  “What else can we do? We knew that a possibility lay in them traveling .. outside of our world, as Bryce did. Do you honestly think Nesta is going to let anything come between her and what she wants?” 
This is a cross over fic so a giant cast of characters and a big stupid storyline but Azris is my main bitch in this fic so ...Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train : @talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot @pathfinderofnight @fell-in-luvs @fieldofdaisiies @aktrain @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @secret-third-thing @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @youvereachedthenearest-lovergirl @baileybird71 @skyesayshi @yanny-77
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FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE SHIPPING AZRIEL WITH RANDOM ASS BITCHES WHEN HE IS MY HUSBAND??? WHO DO I NEED TO BANISH FROM AUTUMN???? I fucking own him, do you understand? He's my husband. My perfect little slut. My obedient little sub. The darkness to my light. He will not entertain your Gwyn or Bryce or Elain or Rhys or Cass or whatever idiot you decide to pair him with. He. Is. Mine. Back. Off. I'm a fucking High Lord. I don't share.
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“If he didn't care about mating bonds or didn't want one of his own, he wouldn't have questioned whether it should actually have been *his* bond. (Just like how people say they dislike mating bonds, and really dislike the elucien bond, but then theorize about how Elain and Az secretly have a real one.)” I agree with all of this! What I pick up on the most from Azriel is how strong his jealousy/envy is. He wants a mate so badly and I think a part of him feels like he needs to have a mate so he feels worthy of love. And I have seen shippers talk about how much they hate the elucien mating bond because it’s “possessive” and neither Elain or Lucien have shown interest, (he’s giving her space and being respectful but if he didn’t give her space I’m sure he would be called clingy/possessive and let’s not forget how Azriel said it never went further than finger brushes and glances but apparently they’re destined for each other & know so much about one another) but then claim Elain’s true mate is Azriel. Enough with ship wars, let Elain live her best life gardening and baking and instead of dating, she becomes a bunny mother to the bunnies in her garden!🍃🍓
And I have seen shippers talk about how much they hate the elucien mating bond because it’s “possessive” and neither Elain or Lucien have shown interest,
Lucien literally looks at Elain with longing, but sure. There's no interest there! We have absolutely no idea what Elain is thinking or feeling about Lucien, but sure! Let's assume the absolute worst. Cassian called Nesta a bitch, Feyre despised Rhys when they met, but as we all know, nothing ever changes between characters. :)
Also, have we not all read the same books? Where Feyre and Rhys have sex and call each other "mine", and I'm not going to search but probably all of her couples do that? If people dislike the mating bond as a trope that's fine, and personally I don't like the animalistic vibe that it can have, but it's disingenuous to only have an issue with it when it's this one ship. It'd be much easier for people to just say they don't like elucien, rather than twisting themselves into contradictory pretzels to somehow come up with a "moral" (using that word loosely here) justification for not liking it. I feel like if you have to shit on other people in order to justify your own preferences (e.g., people who ship elucien don't respect women!) then that tells me something about the confidence they have in their own ideas about what's going to happen. :)
Elain as a bunny mom, I love that! She gets associated with the aesthetic aspects of her gardening and outdoors-loving self, but I like to think of her as being more connected to nature and really understanding the science behind things, and being good with animals. Like she knows where to find willow bark and what to combine it with to combat their ridiculous fae periods, and she knows that herbs Feyre needs to help with morning sickness. Elain is helping people in Velaris rebuild their gardens after the war, and I'd like to think that she's learning a lot as she does.
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starlightbooklove · 11 days
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I support the "respect for your taste even when it is not the same as mine" in this fandom with some things, because there are ships and antis that have already done such shitty things that I see an anti this ship of that And I immediately pass it, I don't care, and it's not because I don't support it but because the content of certain parts of those Antis is so sick, degrading Insulting and twisted that I can't see them any other way
And I'm not exaggerating
A fan receiving a message from an anti-gwyn telling her: I hope they rape you just like they raped Gwyn Like WHAT THE FUCK??? The damn harassment they put an interviewer through just for a comment about gwyn. Like what is missing in your Home??
The anti mor calling her a bitch and a whore, calling her ship a coward and a villain for simply having been through abuse, And because the man on the ship has been in love with her
What the hell?
The anti Feyre and Rhys, God, those are the worst, close to the anti gwyn. Dismissing the abuse of Rhys and Feyre, being the eternal villains for getting out of toxic situations, and protect those who They love. Saying they deserve more shit for being so mean to everyone around them??Twisting the story to show that she is a bitch and that he is a whore like they told him in the first book and that he enjoyed the abuse. That Feyre overexaggerated Tamlin's behavior, that Tamlin is a goddamn breadwinner who didn't do anything to her.
And I can accept that they are not perfect, that they did bad things, that I do not agree with canon events But this is another level of 'disagreement' this is straight hate.
I'm not even going to talk about the pro tampon or the pro erydium because that's a completely different thing and I couldn't care less.
But about the ones I mentioned, If you are part of this part of the fandom and you are not like that, after so many situations of this type that have happened I cannot see you the same, cause it's like i'm expecting this kind of behaviour, And I have always been a firm believer that you can be friends with someone who thinks differently or contrary to you about something that you both love, but, for a few people pay many, and I think this is the best example.
It's no longer that it's because they disagree with my opinion, no, it's that they insult me, degrade me and almost wish me death for thinking differently than them. When in the end it's a fucking book and a fucking fictional character
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Moms Who Smut
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Where has this been all my (reading) life!?
Being a mom is a trip.
Being a married mom is busy.
Being a married mom with a full time job is chaotic.
Being a married mom with a full time job and a newfound love for smut/smutty fanfics is life.
I've been at this mom gig for about 12 years now if we factor in some pregnancy time, it is definitely my life's work and I truly love these little beings that we built. DIY and shit, we made those from scratch, y'all!
One of the tough things about motherhood is sinking to the bottom of the list, inevitably. I mean, maybe I'm doing it wrong but I've yet to come across a mom who doesn't feel this way. Sure, there are moments and girls' trips but on the whole, I'll put everyone in my family before myself on the day to day. I'm not entirely sure who I am anymore if we're being honest.
A turning point came in 2022, a friend of mine recommended a book that had a little spice in it. Listen, aside from some Danielle Steel in my teen years, I'd never really read anything with purposeful spice. It was really cute actually because once I dove in further, my first "naughty" book was basically Kinder-spice. The 6th Spice Girl who wears kitten heels but probably has some silk panties underneath her jean skirt and did some heavy petting in High School.
Next came ACOTAR, a true rite of passage, obviously. They were devoured in a week's time, Rhys was deemed my book boyfriend, I joined all the Fandom pages, HOOKED.
From there I went from reading 0-1 books per year (down from the 25ish I read prior to motherhood) to finishing 112 in 2022 alone.
Downtime that was once spent watching reality TV morphed into reading... The Kindle app on my phone means I'm reading at red lights, in waiting rooms, etc. I could not get enough!
Fast forward a bit.
I'm an avid Harry Potter fan, the nerd flag runs DEEP.
In knowing this, aforementioned friend convinces me to read a Dramione fanfic for the first time since Cursed Child. Let's politely resign to saying that CC did not leave a lasting impression, thus causing me to assume Fanfic wasn't for me. So I crack open this little Fic you may have heard of, Manacled, and dig in.
Fuck. My. Life.
That story ruined me, it split my mind wide open and shredded my heart into a thousand pieces. I neglected my family for 2 days and barely slept, coming out on the other side a changed woman.
Let's pause to acknowledge Senlinyu's complete Goddess status, her talent is unparalleled and she deserves every ounce of gushing the world has to offer. Manacled, is a work of art.
Manacled is how I got here... Well, technically my lovely friend is how I got here but Manacled lit a candle in the darkest corner of my mind, an area that had been collecting dust for quite awhile.
Now I'm months into my Dramione journey with zero plans of leaving anytime soon. I'm tearing through fics weekly, starting spreadsheets to keep track, and now my own works are slowly coming to life. Yes, I am googling things like "How to best utilize Tumblr" and "How do I create traction in AO3" like the fucking dinosaur I am... But I'm so happy. My mind is alight and writing again feels like coming home. Reading about Draco and Hermione literally fills my cup, it's bloody pathetic but I'm not sorry.
Now I notice little smutlings all around me! How long have you bitches been hiding this from me!? Where has this been all my reading life!?
If you're momming so hard and need an easy hobby, fucking run (digitally) to the Kindle App and download some smut. Seriously, join whatever pages you ned for recs if you don't have someone to help you- light the fire.
If you enjoy fandom, explore archiveofourown.org, there are some absolutely amazing (and hot) stories there for every fandom under the sun.
And if you are an avid Harry Potter fan looking to turn it up 75 notches with the best character building you've ever seen, come find us. Join us. You won't regret it.
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Acomaf Chapter 55
Warnings: 18+ only ; anti feysand; bad smut.
I just want to make clear that I, in no shape or form, like this badly written smut doing this cause some of ya'll requested it. So I am proud to present the infamous Chp 55 commentary.
I watched him consume every spoonful, his eyes darting between where I stood and the soup.
Umm... Does sjm not realise just how unromantic soup is? Like why soup? It's...slimy and has vegetables and boiled stuff and like- it's the least romantic food bruhhh 😭
 “I was going to tell you what I’d decided the moment I saw you on the threshold.”
Maybe you should....
Rhys twisted in his seat toward me. “And now?”
Ohh yeahh Feyre answer him!! What do u think of your sexual assaulter now?? After he told you he SA'd you for your own good, told you a sob story and gaslighted you! No srsly I am so intrigued. Please do tell.
Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. “And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek.
WHAT THE FUCK? BESTIE WHAT?!
“I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”
Honoured?? Wtf 😭😭😭 why wud u be honoured to he tied to Rhysie???? BITCH HE SA'd YOU! I wud have legit went naked out in snow and died of hypothermia if I were her Honoured my ass.
Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.
Here we go with the retcons again. If I remember correctly babe, he licked your tears. Yes he licked u without your consent and like then twisted your bones. Literally.
The word's licked. Not kissed. Don't make it romantic. It's fucking gross.
His body shuddered with what might have been a sob, but his lips found my own.
You wanna know what my body is shuddering with? Disgust.
Rhysand scooped me up in a smooth movement before laying me flat on the table—amongst and on top of all the paints.
Ouchh.. that's gotta hurt. I mean aren't paints in like glass bottles?
I plunged my fingers into his hair, and he braced a hand beside my head—smack atop a palette of paint. 
Nah noo why? Why the paints? Is it supposed to be poetic cause she paints? Nah i- paints are gross and sticky and have a weird smell?
He let out a low laugh, and I watched, breathless, as he took that hand and traced a circle around my breast, then lower, until he painted a downward arrow beneath my belly button.
PLSS 💀
Homeboy thinks he's Google maps.
Thanks for the directions sir.
“Lest you forget where this is going to end,” he said.
Wtf is this shit?? Like is this supposed to be dirty talk?
He bhagwan uthale mujhe 😭😭 (translation: oh god kill me)
I snarled at him, a silent order, and he laughed again, his mouth finding my other breast.
Idk why but whenever it's mentioned that someone snarls, All I can think of is old ppl snoring loudly.
Smearing it in his hair, until great streaks of blue and red and green ran through it.
PLSSS RHYSIE WITH BLUE, RED AND GREEN HIGHLIGHTS LMAOOOOOO
Rhys pulled back again, and I let out a bark of protest—
Okayyy... What is this really? Is she shapeshifting into a dog or like-
I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.
Yepp that's doesn't sound cannibal-ly at all.
He growled his approval at my moan, my taste, and unleashed himself on me entirely
Okayy I get u wanna do it doggie style but that doesn't mean u have behave Iike them too 😭💀
He looked me over, naked, covered in paint, his own face and body smeared with it, and give me a slow, satisfied male smile. 
Umm... But how is a smile male or female? Like what is a male smile? Do tell.
Wholly naked, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, and the considerable length of him sprang free. 
I'm sorry but sprang free. 🤣🤣💀
I leaned up, reaching over his shoulder to caress the powerful curve of his wing.
Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.
Nah but what is this weird wing fettish sjm has?????? Like wtf? This reminds of the anon ask about Illariyans orgasming on the battlefield because some touch their wings. 💀💀
and slid in. And in. And in.
Is this a typo or is she really that bad a writer?
My friend through many dangers.
My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul.
My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.
Great! I'll join in! You're sexual assaulter who traumatised you for three months.
drawing out my pleasure until I felt and saw and smelled that bond between us, 
OHHH NO GROSSS WTF SHE MEAN BY SMELLED
Outside, the mountains trembled, the remaining snow rushing from them in a cascade of glittering white, only to be swallowed up by the waiting night below.
Not the Illariyans hiding under their tables cause their hl orgasmed and now there is an earthquake. Life there seems fun ngl.
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I’m also on my cycle😭
That bitch is killing
Like I’m sorry madam that I didn’t birth a little (censored).
Why does it hurt so bad and why am I always so sensitive? Like I can’t even let my knees touch but I like pinching myself so the pain in my abdomen stops and is transferred somewhere else?!?!?
Make it make sense!!!!
What gets me to calm down is Dr Karan, don’t know why but as I listen to him I not only gain brain cells in my cotton brain but also some calm😭☺️
I hope you feel better 💐
Drink some chamomile, put a warm water bottle on your abdomen, wrap yourself in a warm blanket, wear lose clothes and take some medicine.
Yours truly 🩰
Girl!! The only thing I can offer is there’s a dark!rhys fic queued up for the 8th that’s kind of fluffy where reader’s on her period too ☹️
And oh my goodness, my friends and I were talking about how frustrating it is if you get periods where you have to go through a variety of unpleasant symptoms for not having a baby, but if you do you only get liberation from it for 9 months (ignoring all the possible difficulties that could crop up during a pregnancy) then you go through an immense pain at the end and possibly experience postpartum depression, not to even begin talking about the social dynamics of dealing with family, friends, and work colleagues that’ll likely all have different opinions and motives you’ll have to deal with. Then one day you’ll go through menopause, and that’s a whole new can of worms that I don’t know enough about to properly discuss but it sure as heck seems immensely draining so I really feel evolution chose violence with women 🤨
Honestly I full stop just don’t do anything on the second day of my cycle. Nothing and no one can make me move—fully unable to and I refuse to let anyone even try to disturb me. If I need rest, I am getting my rest. In a similar vein, if you’re expected to take sick days when you’re ill, I am taking days off when I’m struggling to walk.
‘I hope you feel better 💐’
Mine hasn’t started yet, but I’ve noticed my mood drops when it’s coming and I get some sharp abdominal pains as a heads up ☹️
I hope you’re okay too, they’re so awful to deal with 🫤
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Pairing each Olivia Rodrigo song on her Sour album with a A Court of Thorns and Roses character: Yes, these songs are angsty, but I have so many fun memories with this album, so let’s just have some fun and get these characters in their feels. ~spoilers~
brutal - Nesta, Emry, Gwyn - The Valkyries “If someone tells me one more time, enjoy your youth, I’m gonna cry.” - These girls have all been through some SHIT! This is just a fun, snappy, and quick song, and I could see them absolutely rocking out to it as the House drops off more chocolate while they all scream “GOD, IT’S BRUTAL OUT HERE!” They would laugh and point at each other for the line “I only have two real friends, and lately I’m a nervous wreck!”
traitor - Elain - Even though Greyson didn’t cheat on her, he still betrayed her and turned his back on her. I can see her belting the words out a window in the House of Wind, and really putting her everything behind it.
drivers license - Rhysand - okay look we all need an angsty song every now and then, and at first I thought naaah, but then I thought of those few months where Rhys was “letting Feyre go”. The little peaks down the bond could’ve been him driving past her house… “and you’re probably with that blond girl” hey, that blond bitch has a name, and it’s Tamlin. Give him a bit of wine, and he’ll sing this loud and proud and Morr.
1 step forward, 3 steps back - The Lady of the Autumn Court - Cause Beron is an asshole and I wish she could leave his ass and get with Helion.
deja vu - Tamlin… but in a he’s having a pity party for himself kind of way. It makes me think of that dick move he made during the high lord meeting where he trying to humiliate her, (but Azriel is having none of it). 
good 4 u - Cassian when Nesta is in her figuring herself phase and Cassian is trying his best to be okay and be fine that she doesn’t want him when in reality it is absolutely destroying him inside.
enough for you - Morrigan - Because that girl tried so hard for her family, and she tries to be always on and perfect, and I can’t imagine how exhausted she must be.
happier - oh fuck, Tamlin too… cause he’s such a bitch boy. WAIT LMAO AMARANTHA - Amarantha at Tamlin. I once read some random fan theory that she was Tamlin’s true mate and that just gets me good. This is the kind of song she would totally sing to herself while thinking about Tamlin … and planning her next task to kill Feyre. :)
jealousy, jealousy - Azriel - He’s just jealous of what (or I guess, who) he can’t have. He crushes on Morr, she’s not interested (and she’s allowed that!). She crushes on Elain, and she doesn’t really want anything to do with any males (she does not owe them anything). Azriel does seem like a person who is confident enough in his own abilities, but I bet little things will eventually get him down and he can’t help but compare himself sometimes to other males.
favorite crime - “The things I did, just so I could call you mine.” Tell me that is not the definition of Feyre with Tamlin during that period of ACOTAR ending and ACOWAR starting up. Feyre was in a dark place, full of guilt for everything she did for Tamlin, and then he just.. Didn’t do much to help or support her through it. Honestly, he ALSO needed help and support. Really, they all needed a therapist or a counselor or some kind of professional to help them process what happened to them, but no one was provided that kind of support, so Feyre fell deeper. And this song resonates with her.
hope ur ok - Amren - Now, while she does not seem like a person who would like this sort of soft song… and I don’t think many of the individual verses would apply to her, but I think that when it’s quiet, she’s had a lot to drink, and she’s alone, she wonders what happened to her family. She’s been separated from her own home universe for eons, and the message of growing up and growing away from people but still hoping that they’re okay… that would touch her. “We don’t talk much, but I just gotta say… I miss you, and I hope that you’re okay.”
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