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florencemtrash · 6 months
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Flame, Shadow, Beast : Prologue
Azriel x Reader x Eris
Summary: Years after Eris frees you from his father’s prison, you’ve managed to find a new love, new friends, and build a life for yourself in Autumn. But when a certain Shadowsinger stumbles upon your home, dragging in painful memories of betrayal and longing, you’ll have to face the things you left in the past and make choices about the future you want.
Warnings: Death and mentions of torture
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Another body dropped down from the sliver of cave light that cracked through the darkness. You were like a creature of the deep sea, formless and blind after ages spent under the immense weight of the ocean above you.
But you didn’t have the luxury of being dead along the ocean floor.
No, you were pitifully still alive.
The body hit the ground a dozen feet away from you with a familiar wet crack followed by a wretched moan.
You stood up on shaky feet, one hand pressed against the stone wall to your left as you let the sound of the poor fae lead you forward. It was a male’s voice, low-pitched and gruff in their cries of pain. With the faint light available you could make out the rich scarlet tones of his hair mingling with the blood that ran through the arteries of the floor like a river through a canyon. 
“No. No… please.” The voice moaned out. 
Pity sang through your chest, a painful but reassuring reminder that you had managed to hold onto scraps of your humanity with tooth and nail. You could only imagine what stories they told of the beast beneath the mountain. The beast that killed the ones who would dare defy the High Lord of Autumn, drinking power from their veins before casting their bodies deep into the stone that traced the borders of Autumn and Winter.
The male tried to scramble away from you. His legs were broken, dragging along the floor as he heaved himself forward.
“Stop moving.” You said, your voice hoarse from lack of use.
The shuffling increased.
“I said stop.”
You finally reached him, feeling your foot press up against his and the heat of his breath warming your legs. He had managed to sit upright, one hand brandishing a rock in warning. 
You poured honey and softness into your voice, trying to calm him down.
“I won’t cause you pain. I promise.”
You reached out blindly, searching in the darkness until your fingers closed around his forearm. He weakly pulled away from you, but at the instant that you began to absorb his pain his shoulders slumped forward, all the fight within him leaving his body with a relieved exhale.
“What-what are you doing?” His words were slurred and wet. Blood trickled out the corner of his mouth.
“I’m taking your pain.” You said quietly.
Every word spoken at these depths sounded too loud to your ears, echoing off the silent stone. You winced as his pain became yours, shoving it into a deep corner of your heart where you stored all memories of this evil place.
“It’s one of my talents, if you can call it that.” 
The Autumn soldier who’d tried so hard to run away was suddenly melting into your touch, begging you to give him some reprieve. You traced the burned skin of his back with a light touch, erasing the pain like the sea could sweep away footsteps.
“You’re one of Eris’s men, aren’t you?” You asked, although you were certain you already knew the answer, “Beron sends a lot of them down here.” 
He nodded, leaning his head against your shoulder. You reached up and combed back blood-matted hair. It was short and blunt beneath your fingertips - cut with a brutal hand. The first thing Beron did was cut the hair of prisoners, robbing them of their appearance and some small measure of their beauty.
“I am.” He said.
“And how long did he hurt you for?”
The male winced, “Seven months.” His heartbeat had begun to slow in his chest now that the pain was gone.
That’s good. You thought quietly to yourself. The last male had been a prisoner for over two years. 
“I’m sorry.” You murmured, feeling his soul begin to slip away as you drained him of his pain and then his power. It was the only thing that had kept you alive all this time. That and the promise you’d made yourself that if you ever looked upon the High Lord’s face again it would be with a sword against his throat.
“Tell my High Lord…” It took him a long while to gather his strength. He swallowed thickly, “Tell Eris I never betrayed him… If you can.” 
“I will.” You promised, feeling your chest clench painfully at his display of loyalty. 
“What are you?” The male breathed out and his body went slack. 
You buried your face in your hands and began to sob.
A prisoner just like you. A soldier who was too loyal for their own good.
Next Chapter ->
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Author's Note: I always have a difficult time deciding if I'd want to be with Azriel or Eris from the ACOTAR universe. Neither character gets much screentime in the books leaving it to us readers to interpret them to our heart's content.
Around Autumn time, I especially find myself leaning towards Eris and evaluating the flaws and hypocrisy of the Inner Circle/Night Court. This angst-filled, multi-chapter fanfiction was a product of my fantasies about the characters this last month.
I've already written most of it and I am now just in the editing phase, so this project of mine will be updating every week on Wednesday evenings.
I hope you enjoy! As always, feel free to message me or comment on posts. I'm trying to be better about interacting with users on tumblr because you all seem like really cool people and I've enjoyed reading people's blogposts and fanfiction works.
Love,
Florence B.
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styx-x · 2 months
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the court of dreams
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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 19 Group 91
Propaganda and further pictures under the cut
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Court of Dreams: Feyre, Rhysand, Morrigan, Cassian, Azriel, Amren (& Nesta & Elaine)
Outers Family: Setsuna Meioh (Sailor Pluto), Haruka Tenoh (Sailor Uranus), Michiru Kaioh (Sailor Neptune), Hotaru Tomoe (Sailor Saturn)
Submissions are still open!
Court of Dreams:
Just a bunch of highly traumatized babies, what's not to love?
Outers Family:
Haruka and Michiru (and later Setsuna) are forced by prophecy to spend months plotting to kill 12 year old Hotaru in order to save the world, giving up their teenaged lives and innocence and it’s super gay and angsty. But then Hotaru awakens as Sailor Saturn anyways and she turns out to be good and defeats the big bad! But she dies because Ultimate Sacrifice TM. Sailor Moon’s magic resurrects her though. Issue is she’s reborn as a baby and her weird abusive father is dead now. So Michiru snatches this baby and tells Haruka and Setsuna that they are her parents now and will raise her. Haruka and Setsuna agree because who are they to tell their girlfriend no. Time skip, Hotaru is the sweetest toddler and she calls them Haruka papa, Michiru mama, and Setsuna mama and Michiru teaches her to play the violin, Setsuna homeschools her, Haruka plays pretend with her and they all give her HEADPATS.
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taymartiart · 9 months
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I made this immediately after binging the entire series in like two weeks. (Thanks to LPOTL)
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acourtofgossip · 2 years
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inner circle facing years worth of trauma and then being mad at Nesta for living hers
Rhys: selling himself to amarantha to protect his friends and velaris for 50 years
Amren: being trapped in the prison for centuries and away from her people
Mor: literally being thrown into the woods naked and hiding in the closet for 500 years
so really, all of them get to live their deepest darkest realities and being revered for being so strong
meanwhile IC: NESTA YOU CAN EITHER GET OKAY RIGHT NOW, RIGHT THIS SECOND OR WE'RE THROWING YOU TO THE WOLVES
the literal audacity to threaten her, i cannot-
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starfallkaz · 1 year
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a feysand concept
Feysand’s son dressing up in kid-sized Illyrian fighting leathers for halloween, and he sticks little gemstone jewels from his parents collection onto his suit to make it look like uncle Cas and uncle Az’s siphons. Both of the Illyrians can’t control the grins on their faces when they see his outfit (azriel’s soft smile is everything). Cassian saying “you’ll make a fine Illyrian warrior soon”.
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bambazzle · 1 year
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Wait a minute… why is all the Lucien art pale and white?? Is he not half black?? Even if he’s white-passing his skin is considered dark and golden and I thought his facial features take after his father?
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acourtofcouture · 1 year
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Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court, 8/?
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Are we calling Emerie x Mor Emorie or what? Outraged if not
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captainsophiestark · 2 months
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In light of the option that won second place in this poll, I have a new question:
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1001mcdxlvii · 6 months
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WHAT THE FUCK!!! NORA!!! WHAT. THE. FUCK.
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I would give anything to experience "that doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you" for the very first time again
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one-time-i-dreamt · 5 months
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Fanfiction would be declared illegal unless I convinced the Supreme Court with an impassioned speech. I was also required to speak only in rhyme.
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elainiisms · 6 months
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new aftg book?? SOMEONE SEDATE ME?????
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zaintastic · 2 years
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stargirlie25 · 4 months
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´´Everybody tried to help Nesta but she would not listen!´´
Everybody helping,
“You look horrible,” Amren said… . “though it’s hard to look good,” Amren went on, “when you’re out until the darkest hours of the night, drinking yourself stupid and fucking anything that comes your way.” -Amren
“Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do. If you can’t be bothered to try for my happy little circle’s sake, then at least try for them.”-cassian
“You,” Cassian said from the armchair to her left. “This bullshit behavior.”-cassian
“Nesta is … she’s Illyrian. I mean that as a compliment, but she’s an Illyrian at heart. So there is no excuse for her behavior.”-Rhysand
“I’ll talk to her.” “Don’t,” Elain said flatly, “She won’t listen.” Like hell she wouldn’t.-Feyre and elain
“I want you out of Velaris,”-Feyre
“You have become a pathetic waste of life”-Amren this is actually exactly what nestas abusive grandmother said to her
If i could go to velaris, first person i attack would be amren and id win because this girl cant even reach my shoulder 🤪
The whole Inner circle should die.
I SWEAR ACOWAR CASSIAN WOULD NEVER TALK TO NESTA THAT WAY.
Elains gotta get out of the IC
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