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damedechance · 1 month

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𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 (pt 6/12)

𓇢𓆸 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 || 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Gwynriel Status: Ch 6/12 (Read from Pt 1) Rated: E (Explicit) Summary: Three years ago, Gwyneth Berdara became the ward of the Night Institute, a band of hunters led by Rhysand who work to rid the world of vampires. After one fateful night where Gwyn unwittingly welcomes one such creature into their home, she strikes a deal with Azriel, one that is just as likely to condemn them as it is to save them.

Massive thank you to @climbthemountain2020 for beta'ing this chapter, and for overall being amazing and sweet and kind!

𓇢𓆸 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡

VI.

Today, the sun blared bright and relentless in a powdery blue sky, and the unexpectedly pleasant winter day has rendered the inhabitants of the Night Institute lethargic, and to a hopeless degree. The three Archeron sisters–having appeared no more disturbed by Gwyn’s sudden and frantic entry than they might an errant fly–lie strewn about the music room in various states of inertia.

Elain, having stirred only to flutter her fingers in a half-hearted wave upon Gwyn’s arrival, naps in an armchair by the entrance. Both of her legs dangle over one end, while her hand is flung delicately over her face, blocking out the midday sun which stretches lazily across her upper half. A crumpled up ball of paper lies on her stomach, slowly rising and falling in time with her dozing breaths.

The ball of paper–and its numerous companions–can be traced back to Feyre. She sits cross legged on the ornate persian rug with her sketchbook propped up in her lap and her pencil scratching furiously over the pages. In fits of irritation, she groans before tearing a page from her sketchbook and tossing it carelessly onto the rug, the settee, or the low table placed in front of it. One of her trashed drawings has found its way into a bowl of fruit on the table, and another rests beside a crystal vase on the fireplace mantel.

Gwyn tracks the iridescent refractions scattered by the faceted surface of the vase. Notices how they cast soft colors over the sleek mahogany finish of the piano, or how they slant across Nesta’s pensive face–the prismatic effect softening the eldest Archeron’s usually sharp and angled expression. Blurring the edges, almost.

Nesta sits on the piano bench with her back to the keys, and stares down at a velvet dress lying across her lap. One of the many things Gwyn has ruined, the bodice is marred by a gruesome stain.

Fidgeting once more, Gwyn swallows against a lump in her throat and watches as Nesta scrapes at the stain with a fingernail. Dried mud flakes off, illuminated by the sunbeam that Gwyn avoids, and drifts to the ground. Gwyn’s foot slides forward, grinding it into the carpet with the toe of her leather boot.

“Is that all?” Nesta asks finally.

“Yes,” Gwyn says, her voice rising in unnatural inflection. She tugs the edge of her sleeve even further down. “I’m so sorry, Nesta.”

Nesta hums, nodding contemplatively down at her lap while Gwyn fails in repressing memories from this morning. The sun hanging low, practically scalding against her back as the mud seeped cool into the knees of her skirt. She kneeled in that garden, rubbing filth into the fibers of the most beautiful dress she’s ever worn, until even the smallest dot of blood was obscured. The pungency of the wet earth clings to her skin even now, despite an hour spent scrubbing her skin raw in a hot bath while she rehearsed this apology over and over–each iteration proving more and more inadequate than the one that came before.

She told Nesta she fell in a mud puddle while walking home from the gala. And now that the lie has left her mouth, all that remains within is a tongue pressing heavy and useless against her teeth, and lips groping for a suitable explanation that will never come.

Finally, Gwyn forces out, “I can take it to be laundered.”

Gwyn flinches, not only at how shrill her voice sounds, but at how the words ring so hollow. Gwyn has not left the Institute in all the nights she’s lived here, save for the one she wishes never happened. She certainly would not leave the house to see to a dress being laundered.

“What?” Nesta, usually so stern, lets out a small, incredulous laugh. “Laundered?”

Nesta’s stare is cold as ice against the side of Gwyn’s face. Gwyn swirls her tongue in her mouth until it is pressing against the inside of her cheek, and she stares vacantly at the crystal vase. The center of her palm feels like it is burning, and surely Nesta can see it. Gwyn’s transgressions, playing so blatantly across her face.

“Gwyn,” Nesta says finally. Firmly enough, that Gwyn reluctantly flicks her gaze back to her friend. She watches Nesta shake her head and set the dress beside her on the piano bench. “Truthfully, I don’t care about the dress. The stain will come out, or it won’t. You’re the one I’m worried about.”

Gwyn voids her lungs, feeling them shrivel up in her chest as tears begin to sting at the corners of her eyes. She lifts her chin so that she is looking at the overhead light fixture, and allows it to spot her vision instead of looking into the forgiving face of her only and greatest friend.

Tightly, Gwyn says, “Are you?”

“Yes,” Nesta says, pushing up to stand.

Panic constricts Gwyn’s veins, her blood running cold as Nesta snatches Gwyn’s hand out from behind her back. Gwyn is so sure that Nesta is about to turn it over, will shove the sleeve back to reveal the bandage wrapped around her wrist, that the panic does not recede even when Nesta surprises her by clasping Gwyn’s hand in both of hers.

“You disappeared,” Nesta says, anguish flashing briefly in her expression. She presses a glancing kiss to Gwyn’s knuckles, and smooths it away with the brushing of her fingers over Gwyn’s rings. Nesta continues, “I looked for you all over. I worried something might have happened, or that you were scared.”

Gwyn flushes, unsure whether it is from embarrassment or the sight of the cuff of her sleeve slowly slipping down her wrist. She can see the edge of the hastily wrapped bandage visible through the lace, and she swallows.

“I’m sorry to have worried you,” Gwyn breathes through a clenched jaw, barely restraining herself from tearing her hand out of Nesta’s grip.

“Nevermind that now,” Nesta says dismissively. “If falling in the mud is the worst to have happened to you, I am glad for the stain. It means you must have had a splendid night.”

“I did,” Gwyn says, stretching her mouth into a smile in the hopes it will sufficiently convince Nesta before any more of her wrist is revealed. Of all the members of the Institute, Nesta is the one Gwyn wants to keep it from most.

“Good,” Nesta says. “It’s settled.”

Apparently satisfied, Nesta finally releases Gwyn’s hand, and it is promptly replaced behind her back once Nesta returns to the piano.

“Any requests?” Nesta neatly slides herself onto the bench.

Gwyn allows for a moment to pass before she answers, her heart still thundering in her ears and all of her focus attuned to forcing her breaths out evenly. Every passing moment serves to wind her nerves tighter and tighter, a festering coil at the center of her belly–and she wonders just how much of it she is expected to endure before they snap completely, their ends fraying.

Gwyn steps forward, that poor imitation of a smile still plastered on her face, and watches Nesta listlessly strike a few discordant notes at random.

“Beethoven,” Gwyn murmurs, tucking her hand into the folds of her skirt. “If you have any prepared.” From the armchair in the corner, Elain suddenly emits an uncharacteristically loud and very beleaguered groan. “Beethoven is all she has prepared,” Elain gripes.

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#gwynriel #azriel #gwyneth berdara #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn berdara #vampire au #gwynriel fanfic

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raven-cat35 · 6 months

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I like people's headcanons for another development of the relationship with the ascended Astarion. Because I know for sure that with my Gwyn (Tav), they turned into that hero × villain trope who have homoerotic flirting most of the time, and the other they bite and fight each other

Yep my boy is folk hero who has crush on vampire lord now

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #bg3 #astarion #ascended astarion #baldurs gate 3 #and so I'm sure that Gwyn doesn't need a vampire transformation and eternal life #it is ironic that most of the time he and Astarion quarrel because of too different views #he condemns him for heroic deeds #but at the same time #for some reason #he continues to call them soul mates

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melonsfantasyworld · 1 year

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"Chained To You"

My Gwynriel, Gwyn!Vampire and Virgin!Azriel is here! Here's a snippet below:

“The village elders have outdone themselves, sending me an angel.” Azriel flushes at the compliment, cheeks burning. He turns away from her, but looks back when she tsks at him, her disapproval weighing heavy on his shoulders.

“Good boy.” She commends. Azriel’s flush deepens and his body shutters. Her praise washes over him like a good ale, loosening his muscles and warming his body. He wants more, wants to please her despite only having met this woman.

“Look at you, so well behaved. Handsome, too. Why would the village give up such a strong beautiful boy?” The woman asks, her head cocked to the side, analyzing Azriel. Her compliments shower over Azriel. He can feel what they are doing to his body, what he will not be able to hide soon.

“They want to punish my mother.” Azriel whispers, unable to deny her the answers she seeks. Her grin falters slightly before picking back up.

“And they say I’m the monster.”

#gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azriel shadowsinger #vampire au #azriel took monster fucking 101 #but also i was a coward and didn't make Gwyn that mean #will work on that in the future

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amb3rpanda · 1 year

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Writing again.

Well, I’m back at it my beauties. I am writing more and more everyday. Whether it’s my own book in the works, or fanfictions.

The fanfictions can be found on AO3 at 95WolfPanda

Gwynriel fics

Elucien Fics

Nessian fics

Anime fic

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not-poignant · 1 year

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Pia today's word of the day on my dictionary app is "vampire" and that excerpt is too coincidental

Hi anon,

It may be coincidental because vampires really aren't a very big deal in this story at all lsdkfsdja

We see Franco for like 1 chapter and then he's gone, Evan is just...like that with everyone he meets x.x

#asks and answers #gif post #vexteria #maybe you saw the word of the day anon #because another cooler thing that actually is about vampires #is coming up?#administrator Gwyn wants this in the queue

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vidalinav · 2 years

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I don’t know maybe the next vampire related fic in this fandom should be about wlw vampires... you know for science.

#If I was man enough this actually would be my intro to a throuple between Gwyn #Emerie and Nesta #Though I'm not sure who's the human in this #probably Emerie I think lol #She's just too pragmatic to already have turned #Nesta would be vampire that's obvi #Gwyn... she seems vampy to me #So maybe two vampires who isolate themselves in a manor alone deep in the mountains and Emerie is....#a photographer? A reporter? A travel blogger? But basically she can't go back down from the mountain top because of her car #super cliche but who doesn't deserve this

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esonetwork · 10 months

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Scars Of Dracula | Episode 363

New Post has been published on http://esonetwork.com/scars-of-dracula/

Scars Of Dracula | Episode 363

Jim discusses another classic from Hammer Films, 1970’s “Scars Of Dracula,” starring Christopher Lee, Dennis Waterman, Jenny Hanley, Christopher Matthews, Wendy Hamilton, Michael Gwyn, Patrick Troughton, Michael Ripper and directed by Roy Ward Baker. A young man goes missing. A young couple searching for the man find themselves crossing paths with a recently resurrected Count Dracula. Find out more on this episode of MONSTER ATTACK!, The Podcast Dedicated To Old Monster Movies.

#1970 vampire film #Christopher Lee #Christopher Matthews #Dennis Waterman #ESO Network #Hammer Films #Jenny Hanley #Jim Adams #Michael Gwyn #Michael Ripper #Old Monster Movie #Patrick Troughton #Podcast #Scars Of Dracula #The ESO Network #Vampire Film #Wendy Hamilton

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positivewitch · 7 months

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Halloween - Valkyries

Vampire - Emerie

Witch - Nesta

Mermaid - Gwyn

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rosanna-writer · 16 days

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ACOTAR Fic Recs: Monsters, Monsterfucking, etc

This is nowhere near an exhaustive list and in no particular order, just some of my faves! Please go leave these lovely authors kudos and comments (and add your own if there's a fic you love that I've missed!) <3

Elucien

The Curse of Sleepy Hollow by @labellefleur-sauvage rewired my brain chemistry with with all the sexy possibilities of Lucien being able to take off his head

Feysand

Five Times the Beast Was Subdued (and the One Time It Wasn't) by @the-lonelybarricade!!!! Feyre giggling and calling beast Rhys "Rhysand darling" lives rent free in my head

flicker in the night by @belabellissima beast!Rhys broke my heart in the best way in this one, I ADORE IT

Tarquin x OC

Calanmai's Pearl by @vulpes-fennec scratches that sexy merman itch like nothing else, and Tarquin SERVES "gentleman in the streets, daddy in the (underwater) sheets"

Elriel

Oh Fanged Beast, Oh Trembling Fawn by yourstarsmyscars. WEREWOLF ELAINNNNNNN!!!!! Nothing makes me insane the way beast!Elain does!!!!

Gwynriel

Stigmata by @damedechance is SO DELIGHTFULLY CREEPY AND DARK!!!! This fic makes you feel like you're sitting at a campfire and hearing a scary story and also it's hot af

Gwyn x Bryaxis

For the Girl Who Sings of Stars by sinflower81 is so unexpectedly sweet??? This one has my whole heart <3

Emorie

The Danger in You by @yourethehero Mor and Emerie are even hotter as vampires, I don't make the rules, this one is a DELIGHT

Nessian

When We Howl, the Moon Will Cower by @c-e-d-dreamer I'd be sold if it were just witch!Nesta, and I'd be sold if it were just werewolf!Cassian, but this incredible fic blesses us with BOTH!!!!

Tamsand

Lay Me on the Cold Dark Earth by @witch-and-her-witcher the banter!!! the dual POV!!! the knotting!!! it has everything <3

Azris

Howl by @iftheshoef1tz buckle up because this one is a novel-length masterpiece. Werewolf Azris from the QUEEN!!!!

Multi-Ship Series

Werewolves by @separatist-apologist (Feysand, Nessian, and Elucien) is just....*chef's kiss*, 10/10, a CLASSIC! You can't go wrong with any of MB's monster fics, but werewolves are my fave.

Meet Me in The Darkness by AcrossASeaOfStars (Feysand, Nessian, Elriel) demon batboys in a Victorian setting, what more could you possibly ask for? The vibes are immaculate

The Archeron Apothecary by HeadCanonHeadCase (Gwynriel, Elucien, Emorie) covers it all! Werewolves, djinn, witches, demons, it's SUCH a fun series!!!!

#elucien #feysand #elriel #gwynriel #nessian #emorie #azris #tarquin #bryaxis #gwyn berdara #tamsand

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fieldofdaisiies · 6 months

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This Is Halloween

Azris, Elucien, Nessian, Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, Feysand & Nyx, Jassa, Amren, Varian etc. type: fluff word count: 2k words warnings: little vulgar wording summary: Halloween special

"I want you to wear this tonight." Eris gently reaches around Azriel's chest from behind, his fingers sliding over the row of buttons, fastening one after the other.

"It is my costume for the party, obviously I am going to wear this," Azriel chuckles, relishing in his husband's embrace, leaning back against Eris' hard chest.

"I think you did not understand," Eris drawls and clicks his tongue. "I want you to wear this tonight. After we get home. I want you wear this while I am on the ground, between your thighs, my mouth wrapped around you."

Eris grins, looking into the mirror right into Azriel's eyes, covered by the ghostface mask he is already wearing. A shiver of lust and anticipation courses through Azriel, and he chuckles lowly.

"And do you also want me to chase you through the house, making you beg to let you live?"

Azriel grins behind his mask, heat rising into his cheeks. Even after years of marriage, the spark between them, as well as the passion and the lust, are still there, and he couldn't be happier.

"I definitely want that," Eris hums, kissing Azriel's shoulder. "But it won't be my life I will be begging for. It will be your—"

The ringing of the door bell interrupts their sensual conversation.

"Trick or treat!" the little boy, Nyx, hollers. The whole Archeron family is dressed up as Dracula. Rhysand wears a black cape, fake fangs in his mouth, a droplet of blood painted below his lip, and his dark hair slicked-back. Feyre, the queen of midnight she is, donned a long black gown with red accents and a vampire collar. She also has fake fangs in her mouth, and a droplet of blood below her lower lip. And baby Nyx looks adorable. He wears a small cape, mini fangs in his mouth and tiny bat bings are strapped to his back. He wiggles on his feet, holding a big plastic pumpkin in his small hands as he is waiting for his uncles to put sweets in.

"Uncle Az!" cheers when Azriel finally lifts his mask and chuckles. The tiny boy runs, rather waddles very quickly to his uncle, who immediately coops him up, cuddling him tightly.

Lifted up, Nyx dangles his little plastic pumpkin in front of Eris's face, beaming brightly, so Eris can fill it up with sweets, which he of course does. Nyx cheers, grins, giggles and thanks his uncles which warmth and makes happy smiles spread over their faces.

"Your outfits don't quite match, right?" Feyre lets her gaze run over the two males, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards.

Eris takes a step closer to Azriel and gives his mate's rear a gentle slap, which makes Azriel jump slightly, yet a sly smile creeps up on his face. "We couldn't agree, so no."

Rhys and Feyre laugh at that.

"And so we ended up as Ghostface and Dr. Frankenstein."

"Well, it suits you," Rhys compliments, allowing Nyx to take hold of his hand. Instantly, the little boy tugs eagerly at his father's hand. With a pleading tone, Nyx exclaims, "Let's go," stretching out the word "go". Rhys offers a wave to the two men, already trailing after Nyx, who had sets off towards the next house on the street.

"We won't be joining you at the party. So, have a wonderful evening," Feyre says with a smile on her lips.

Eris and Azriel's smiles are radiant. "You too."

The two men stay at the door until the family disappears and then they also return inside, adding their last touches to their costumes.

"What if we also ditch the party?"

Azriel turns his head to the side, amusement playing on his lips. "Your brother is hosting."

"And my brother will forgive me for ditching the party." Eris slings his arms around Azriel from behind and kisses his husband's shoulder. He brings a hand up, to slide the ghostface mask back over Azriel's face and grins. "We will have a good reason for not coming," Eris muses.

"You wanting me to bang you in this mask?"

Eris gives his eyes a dramatic roll, and steps away, gently tapping his mate's butt. "Alright, we are going to the party."

Azriel wants to remind his husband that it actually had been Eris who had been trying to convince Azriel to go to the halloween party for weeks, who had wanted them to dress up, and who had been on fire to go there together. But Azriel decides to keep his mouth shut, just chuckling lowly, his gaze following Eris until he disappears into the kitchen to collect his wallet or whatever.

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Merely half an hour later, Eris and Azriel, their hands intertwined, arrive at the Vanserra-Archeron home. It is a beautiful, and lovely forest cottage, perfect for the couple. Nestled deep within the large forest, there is their delicate cottage, its facade now adorned with delightful Halloween decorations. A cobblestone path leads to the cottage's entrance, gently illuminated by flickering candlelight. Jack-o'-lanterns accompany the path, their faces carved perfectly, as they create both an eerie but also inviting atmosphere. Each pumpkin has a different face, some look friendly with big smiles, while others seem spooky with sharp, toothy grins — Elain simply did an amazing job, Eris concludes. As they move closer to the house, halloween music already sounding from the inside, they marvel at he meticulously decorated facade — tattered pieces of frabic in shades of black and white flutter in the breeze, while cobwebs adorn the windows. Hanging bats, their wings outstretched, seem to soar through the night sky above the roof and Eris knows that his poor little brother probably had a heart attack watching his wife put them up there (or vice versa, because those two are protective as hell).

The party is already in full swing as they enter, immediately being greeted by one of the hosts of the party — Lucien, dressed as the Mad Hatter. Elain is a few steps behind him, greeting some other guests. They create a stunning picture together, looking absolutely fabulous.

With a broad smile under his bizarre hat, Lucien says, "Eris, you make an amazing Dr. Frankenstein! And you," he adds, gesturing to the his brother-in-law, "that’s truly not a bad costume."

Lucien and Azriel are not the best of friends, but they get along, mostly for Eris' happiness.

The male dressed as Dr. Frankenstein responds with a chuckle, "Thanks, little brother! You two look absolutely dashing. Thank you for the invite, by the way."

Elain finally also joins her husband at the door, and playfully curtsies and says, "Welcome to Wonderland, Eris, Azriel! It's going to be an amazing night of spookiness and wonder!"

Lucien has to laugh at his breathtaking wife, his arm wrapping around her so he can kiss the top of her head.

Together, they all make their way into the living room, where they join the others. Elain's sister Nesta and her husband are dressed as Michael Myers and Laurie Strode. They look absolutely fantastic. Cassian hollers and laughs loudly as he hugs his best friend and then claps his hand on Eris' shoulder. "You two," he chuckles.

Gwyn, beaming brightly next to Nesta, is rocking a Harley Quinn costume. She already had one or two drinks and finds it hilarious that she introduces herself as "Harley Gwyn."

And Emerie who is dressed as the Batwoman has to laugh from the bottom of her heart every single time she hears it. Soon, they are also joined by Mor who shows a dashing Barbie look, grinning brightly, swaying to the music.

Eris, his hand once again sliding into Azriel's, turns to look around in the room, mareveling at all the decoration adorning the walls, all the work Elain and Lucien put into it.

Halloween music sounds around them, accompanied by chatter, laughter and people singing along with it.

The living room looks like a magical, spooky world. The lights are dimmed, and they create long, scary shadows on the walls. Even inside there are jack-o'-lanterns everywhere, and Eris wonders how long it must have taken Elain and Lucien to carve them. Cobwebs hang from the ceilings and corners, and are joined by bats and ghosts. There are fake spiders hanging from strings, or at least Eris hopes they are fake. The large dining table is incredibly, once again Elain has outdone herself.

There is a great variety of treats from neon gummy worms, candy corn scattered like autumn leaves, and sandwiches shaped like tombstones. A big bowl of witches' brew punch is set in the centre of the table, fake spiders sitting on the edge of it. There are also mummified hot dogs and Eris can only grin at them. Alongside those dishes there are even more ghastly treats like monster eyeballs that also must be some kind of sweets.

Eris lets his gaze stray, watching Amren lean against the doorframe dresses as Cleopatra, putting all her jewellery on display. She is talking to Tarquin, and his nephew Varian who is Amren's boyfriend. They are dressed like they are straight out of Baywatch.

And there are Vassa and Jurian – Superman and Wonder Woman. They are happily chatting and also dancing a little, while eating the lovely treats Elain has provided.

"This party is fucking fantastic," Eris expresses. Lucien brings drinks over for all of them which they down after their cheers, happy chatter and laughter following.

Azriel and Eris inform the others about having met Feyre and Rhysand plus their little baby boy and all once again come to the conclusion that Nyx is just the sweetest little baby boy in the whole entire world.

"You being so terribly calm is even scarier with the mask, Az," Nesta chuckles and nudges Azriel with her elbow. "The longer you stay quiet, the more unsettling it becomes."

The others join in laughing and even Azriel, muffled behind his mask, chortles. As the music gets louder, people start dancing in the middle of the living room and soon are joined by Eris and the others.

Some random zombies join in alongside skeletons and a Joker. He is a friend of Nesta, his name is Balthazar and he soon catches Gwyn's attention, who turns to him with a smile as they start dancing together, freely, wildly, and without a care in the world.

There is only one night in the world where you can be this crazy and free and you have to celebrate it to the fullest. Their dancing only shows how much they love Halloween and having a good time together with friends and family. As the music gets louder, more people start dancing and having fun. Also more alcohol flows, the witches' brew and some stronger liquors.

Azriel's hand rest on Eris' waist while the man starts to sway, chatting with brother and his sister-in-law. In the meantime, Cassian is talking to Azriel about everything and anything, and Azriel listens and laughs slightly from time to time, simply enjoying his brother's company. They haven't seen each other in a minute, and it just feels good to have him around him again.

Nesta is dancing with Mor and Emerie, all of them showing off their fabulous costumes and dance moves. When Balthazar and Gwyn also join, them dancing, Gwyn giggles and says, "I lost all sense of who I was, I only had eyes for puddin'." Balthazar is laughing and so are the others.

As the night progresses, Eris, with quite a bit of alcohol in his blood and trying to be absolutely seductive while dancing, makes finger guns, moving them up and down his body, away from one side to another, dancing, or rather trying to dance, always keeping eye-contact with his husband. Azriel can barely contain it, laughing so hard and loud, his ghostface mask starts to vibrate.

"I can't wait for us to get home," Eris rasps as he moves closer to his husband, a slight slur in his voice, trying to dance with the man who hasn't moved a single bit this evening. Azriel laughs again and grabs his husband's hand. "Soon, baby. Soon."

Somehow Eris manages to make Azriel dance with him, and soon both of them are moving together, joined by Nesta, Cassian, Mor, Emerie, Gwyn and Balthazar.

Lucien and Elain are swaying together close to the bar, her hands on his chest, Lucien's hands on the small of her back. "You've truly outdone yourself." He smiles down at her. "The party is absolutely perfect."

Elain beams and bounces on her toes to kiss his lips. "I am already looking forward to next year."

~~~~~~~~ azris, feysand, nessian, elucien tag lists: @helhjertet @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt @crushedcloudsx @brekkershadowsinger @girasoli-e-sorrisi @ignite-me @swifti-ed @cassiansbigwingspan @ladyelain@vulpes-fennec @girlinglass999 @autumndreaming7 @a-frog-with-a-laptop @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional @sunshinebingo @gracie-rosee @azrielsbabyg @lady-riel@aayo-whatt@ofduskanddreams@banasheefan56 @thelovelymadone

#azris #elucien #feysand #nessian #acotar #acosf #feyre #nesta #azriel #eris #lucien #elain archeron #nesta archeron #cassian

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areyoudreaminof · 10 months

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The Rock Against the Surf: A Gwyn Berdara Playlist

If my timing is correct, it happens to be Day 2 of @gwynweekofficial , song association! So, how about a playlist of songs for Gwyn?

Just like Nesta needed Gwyn, I think a lot of us readers needed her too. To see someone heal herself through such trauma, to see the beauty and strength in the world and to be vulnerable with herself and others in order to heal was an important experience for me. I really am looking forward to Gwyn's story progressing. Listen Here! And follow me behind the cut for a deep dive!

Pegasi-Jesca Hoop

You combed out my mane I'll wear your saddle and reins With all these stars at my feet I'll stamp and tap the spring With my rider a mount I feel like spreading my wings Take to the sky like poetry

The River-AURORA

Don't forget who you are even though you are hurt You are caught in a wire and soon it will burst You can cry, drinking your eyes Do you miss the sadness when it is gone? (Gone) And you let the river run wild (Gone) And you let the river run wild

The Siren-Nadiiife

Moonlight on my skin Rising from within Taking all my wounds Mother moon my home

Here in the water My soul evolves in wrath I am thunder I am the siren's song

Little Earthquakes-Tori Amos

We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn We laughed in the faces of kings, never afraid to burn And I hate, and I hate And I hate, and I hate Disintegration, watching us wither Black-winged roses that safely changed their color Oh, these little earthquakes Here we go again

I can't reach you, can't reach you Give me life, give me pain Give me myself again Give me life, give me pain Give me myself again

Rocks and Water-Deb Talan

Seven times I went down Six times I walked back I don't fear the dark anymore 'Cause I've become all that

I will be rocks, I will be water I will leave this to my daughter Lift your head up in the wind When you feel yourself grow colder Wrap the night around your shoulders I will be with you even then Even when I cannot see your face anymore

O'Sister-City and Colour

What have the demons done? With a luminous light that once shined from your eyes What makes you feel so alone?

Is it the whispering ghost that you fear the most? But the blackness in your heart, it won't last forever I know it's tearing you apart but it's a song you can wither

Was it the whispering ghost that left you out in the cold? But the blackness in your heart won't last forever I know it's tearing you apart but it's a storm you can wither

Cold War-Janelle Monáe

So you think I'm alone? But being alone's the only way to be When you step outside You spend life fighting for your sanity This is a cold war You better know what you're fighting for This is a cold war Do you know what you're fighting for? If you want to be free Below the ground is the only place to be Cause in this life You spend time running from depravity

notre dame-Paris Paloma

As I tiptoe Creaking over prayers Pleading with their maker Crying with the choir

I’m not immune to the sincerity Below me, makes me feel It makes me holy But the tears I understand That I do not below No I do not belong

Bishop Briggs-White Flag

Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down I will never hit the ground, hit the ground Playing dead, I'll never do Gotta keep an eye on you Patience is wearing thin, paper-thin Promises broke again, what a sin But it only feeds my energy So don't expect no sympathy

Oh, won't wave my white flag, no This time I won't let go I'd rather die Than give up the fight, give up the fight

Rebel Heart-First Aid Kit

You told me once I have a rebel heart I don't know if that's true But I believe you saw something in me That lives inside you too Now all I hear is the wind There's a storm coming through

Tell me what do you do I keep trying To be someone I'd never be I keep seeing her in everyone Everyone but me But I know you truly saw me Even if just for a while Maybe that's why it hurts now To leave it all behind I don't know what it is That makes me run That makes me wanna shatter Everything that I've done

Only If For A Night-Florence + the Machine

And I heard your voice as clear as day And you told me I should concentrate It was all so strange and so surreal That a ghost should be so practical Only if for a night And the only solution was to stand and fight And my body was bruised and I was set alight But you came over me like some holy rite And although I was burning, you're the only light Only if for a night

Albatross-Foals

You burnt the lungs That your ancestors created You sat by the banks Of the river and you waited Till time rolled back And the water had abated You drank your share But you still could not be sated You said you're scared Of the clocks that keep ticking over We'll find a way For a life that's worth living over Again and again

Claim Your Ghost-Iron and Wine

Our winter keeps running us down We wake up with love hanging on Killers let go, killers let go

Some kids get a handful of rain Our hope is the desperate die wise Killers let go, killers let go

Morning falls from a tree and asks for a name Claim your ghost, know the wine for what it is

Be Sweet-Japanese Breakfast

So come and get your woman (Comе and get your woman) Pacify her rage (Pacify her rage) Take the time to undo your lies, make it up once more with feeling Recognize your mistakes and I'll let you back in Realize not too late, loved you always Make it up to me, you know it's better Make it up to me, you know it's better Be sweet to me, baby I wanna believe in you, I wanna believe in something

Ready to Start-Arcade Fire

If I was scared, I would And if I was pure, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not Now I'm ready to start If I was scared, I would And if I was pure, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not Now I'm ready to start Now I'm ready to start I would rather be wrong Than live in the shadows of your song

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damedechance · 2 months

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𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 (pt 4)

𓇢𓆸 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 || 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Gwynriel Status: Ch 4/? (Read from Pt 1) Rated: E (Explicit) Summary: Three years ago, Gwyneth Berdara became the ward of the Night Institute, a band of hunters led by Rhysand who work to rid the world of vampires. After one fateful night where Gwyn unwittingly welcomes one such creature into their home, she strikes a deal with Azriel, one that is just as likely to condemn them as it is to save them.

CWS: descriptions of blood/injury, eventual smut

𓇢𓆸 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡

IV.

This afternoon, he finds her asleep in the conservatory. He can envision it so clearly, her tirelessly carrying her books around the House with her in some sort of trance as she mouths the words from whatever book she puts in front of her nose. The library, or the kitchen, sometimes. He wonders if she ever falls asleep in her bed, or if she requires the company of indecipherable texts to still the constant whirring of her mind. Or if, like him, there is no more horrifying thought than succumbing to inaction of her own volition.

Azriel lingers in the doorway, scarred hands coasting apprehensively over the iron metal frame of the door. Breathing deeply, the humid air fills his lungs so fully for once, that his rib cage nearly collapses in on itself from the effort alone. It always becomes so fragile, wherever Gwyneth Berdara is concerned.

He steps down onto the softened brick floor of the conservatory, eying her warily as he approaches. Sunlight feebly stretches its fingers in through the fogged over windows, and is promptly soaked up by the ferns and other starved foliage that are hidden here at the heart of the House. It casts long shadows over the floor, and glares in his eyes as he ambles closer to the place where she lies sleeping.

She’s draped herself over a small chaise at the center of the room, upholstered in a plush velvet that must have once been black but is now sunbleached and graying. Or perhaps her vibrance has simply dulled it by comparison. Her hair is lustrous copper, and she is still wearing her clothes from the day before, the skirt a deep sapphire. She’s shrugged off her jacket, and it lies across the table in front of her, buried beneath heavy leather-bound books and stacks of parchment.

Azriel steps closer, his shoes scuffing over a bit of soil that must have fallen from the potted plants at his feet in Gwyn’s hurry to clear them from the table in favor of her studies. He raises a brow at the mess, arms hanging by his sides, and then turns to gaze down upon her.

He watches as the book over her chest slowly rises and falls in time with her breathing, the cornflower ribbon at the collar of her shirt fluttering over the pages. He refuses to notice how his brow, his shoulders, every miserable cell that makes up his composition, relaxes in her presence. Especially now that she is so peaceful, now that her lips are slightly parted, one hand resting beside her face and her lashes dusting over starflecked cheeks.

He leans over her, one hand braced on the back of the chaise with a thick envelope pressed beneath it, and glances at the open book in her lap. Curious at what could possibly have the privilege of coveting her interest for so long, his eyes snag on words like blood and vampire, and then he simply gives up in favor of the far more fascinating subject.

Rarely is he afforded the opportunity to see her so at ease. It is like bearing witness to a storm mollified, the clouds sinking into a gently lolling sea. And while he can typically be satisfied with whatever dregs she deigns to cast his way, it is something remarkable that he can be privy to this, now. To the slight twitch of her brow as she dreams, the faintest flush over her cheeks, and a strand of hair that curls over her mouth.

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#gwynriel #azriel #gwyneth berdara #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn berdara #vampire au #gwynriel fanfic

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micklio · 4 months

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gwyn, another NPC from hourglass

he is a blacksmith, exsphere expert, and local vampire hot boy. and most importantly. ive become obsessed w him i cant wait till he can show up in game again 😭

#mids art #dnd: hourglass #dnd #vampire #original character #tattoos #dungeons and dragons #homebrew

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amb3rpanda · 2 years

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It's Official!

Available in my Etsy shop!

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1indigoisles · 4 months

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TWP Crackpot Theory Time!!!

So, we finally got the TWP titles! Woohoo!

Except the third one's called The Last Shadowhunter. And we are all dying a little inside because of it.

But, it may not be what we all, in at least some part of our brains, believe.

Now, before I begin with my probably crazy theory, I've been thinking about one thing ever since the titles came out, namely The Last Shadowhunter. So, Lucifer is our main villain, right? And villains, as we all know, are hugely fond of giving our heroes nicknames. So, what I'm thinking, is that Lucifer calls Kit Last Shadowhunter. I promise, it fits in my theory.

Now, we all read the Shadowhunters wiki about The Wicked Powers, yes? And it says over there that all the different generations of Shadowhunters that we have read of so far will have to band together to save the world, and Angel knows how many other different realms, from ultimate doom.

That would require them all to come from the past, right?

So we have magic the messes with both dimensions (I'm talking Thule over here) and time, which in this case means the past.

But what if it also means the future?

Now, what I'm thinking is that our TWP gang, namely Kit, Ty and Dru, somehow, through the craziness of the first two books, manage to land themselves into a possibility of the future. Mind the word possibility.

See where this is going? Dru, Ty and Kit then find themselves in a world where the nine princes won, Downworlders run rampant, warlocks are forced to join the princes, faerie are the only uniform government left, werewolves and vampires are scattered, and worst of all, Shadowhunters are all gone.

Except for one.

Kit Herondale from the future swoops in and rescues the time-travellers from an oncoming demon attack. And yes, he can fly because he has gold wings (read my other theories and convince me otherwise). Kit having gold wings and faerie magic is my Roman empire, okay?

He stares at the three of them, Ty and Dru in particular because they're dead. There's a huge confusion at first, but then future Kit explains what happened.

So the Nine Princes of Hell won. Shadowhunters, even part-Downworlder and Ascended, are all truly dust and shadows. Because Lucifer, knowing the saying We are dust and shadows really well, he gains supreme power and turns all Shadowhunters into dust and leaves their shadows behind (this is my other Roman empire, okay? Kill me later).

And just when every Shadowhunter around him was disintegrating, and Kit saw everybody he loved die too and was glad he himself was about to die, he didn't.

Nothing and no one could explain it.

All that aside, Kit had lost his parents, his sister, his friends, Dru, Ty. And lots of other people lost too. Magnus and Max lost Alec and Rafe, Maia and Lily lost their good friends, Kieran lost Mark and Cristina (and I like to think that Kieran swore to exact vengeance for the deaths of the people he loved), and Gwyn lost Diana, and the list of people who lost doesn't end. Tessa, however, is dead too, because she is also part-Shadowhunter, but Ash is still alive because he's half-faerie, quarter-Shadowhunter and quarter-demon.

Now, Kit, Ty and Dru finally understood why Lucifer called Kit Last Shadowhunter. It was because Lucifer had foreseen a future exactly like this, a future where he'd won.

And it is in this future that Kit, Ty and Dru finally find a way to stop the Princes of Hell.

Now, I have a question for you all.

#The Wicked Powers #The Last Shadowhunter #Kit Herondale #Ty Blackthorn #Dru Blackthorn #Nine Princes of Hell #Lucifer #Cassandra Clare #Theory!

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