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Dream Girl Part 1
Nyx x Reader
Summary: Ever since he can remember, Nyx has dreamt of the same girl. Without any idea who she is or if she even exists, how could he ever find her?
Warnings: insomnia, Devlon / Windhaven
Word Count: 2,556
A/N: I’m thinking this is gonna have at least 3 parts so stay tuned for those! I hope you guys enjoy this one! Let me know what you think! <3
part 2 part 3
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Nyx wakes up most days before dawn for an early morning training session with his uncles. Today however, was not one of those days.
He was tossing and turning the majority of the night, hoping that when he does finally fall asleep, he dreams of her.
Ever since he can remember, Nyx’s dreams have had visions of his mate. At least that’s who he assumes it is.
Nyx knows that his dad had visions of his mom in his dreams way before they met. Being too embarrassed to ask what the dreams mean, Nyx keeps everything to himself. He’s tried to ask hypothetical and broad questions, but his family are all busybodies so he stopped asking.
He wonders if she dreams of him too, if she wants to know who he is just as bad as he does.
Tonight’s dream is no different. A stunning angel-like figure standing right in front of him surrounded by a cloud of white smoke. She has fair skin and onyx colored hair that is always styled perfectly.
But her eyes, her eyes are his favorite part. The left is a rich chocolate brown color, the right a deep sea blue. He’s never seen anyone in real life with two different colored eyes, he didn’t even know that was a thing.
*knock* *knock*
Nyx wakes with a jump. He looks out the window to see the sun is already fully up. He’s late for training this morning.
“Nyx? Are you in there?”
Nyx wipes the drool off his chin, standing up to make the bed. He quickly realizes he slept naked that night.
“Um, yeah mom I’m here. Just give me a second.”
Thankfully it was his Mom who came to get him, anyone else would have just barged in.
“Okay honey, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“Yep, totally fine. Thanks”
With that Feyre left to go join the training session. Nyx shakes out his wings and heads over to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hopefully his uncle Cassian won’t harass him too much for being late.
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After training, Nyx heads back to his room to freshen up. Changing out of his leathers, he starts filling up the bathtub. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eye bags have doubled their darkness in the past few days and his hair is slicked down to his forehead with sweat.
Deciding he needs to take better care of himself, Nyx chooses to bathe with his best smelling soaps. Massaging his sore muscles as he goes along, taking his time with his wings.
Once the water has gone cold, Nyx grabs a fluffy towel to dry himself off. Changing into comfy clothes, he grabs his sketchbook and heads downstairs for breakfast.
As he rounds the corner, he can hear the voices of his family growing louder.
“All I’m saying is that Az should have waited a second. That’s all!” Cassian says with a bag of ice held to his eye.
“Maybe, if you weren’t so distracted by me, you would have been able to block his punch.” Nesta chimes in walking over to hold the ice for him.
“Maybe, if you didn’t look so damn- Hey kiddo! When did you get down here?” Cassian asks nervously looking around the room.
“Um, Just now uncle Cas. Don’t worry, I didn’t hear much.” Nyx mumbles walking over to the counter to grab an apple. He stumbles over to grab a seat in between his mom and his uncle Azriel.
Nyx takes a bite of his apple, wipes off the juice that drips down his chin with the back of his hand, and gets to work. He’s been trying to draw the girl in his dreams, but he can never get the details just right.
He’s just finished the outline when Az leans over and whispers, “Do you know her?”
Nyx looks up to see his uncle staring fondly at him. “What?” he manages to get out.
“That’s the same girl you always draw right? Is she your friend?”
Nyx looks around to see if anyone heard what Az just said. After finding that no one was paying attention, he whispers back. “Not personally, no.”
Az stares at him clearly confused, he prompts Nyx to continue.
With a sigh Nyx says, “Can we talk about this later?”
Azriel nods and goes back to eating. Not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, Nyx moves over to the living room and plops down on the couch. He’s nearly done with his sketch, taking his time in order to get the details right.
Rhys comes over and sits down on the couch across from Nyx, staring with a feline grin.
“Yes dad?”
“Who is she?” Rhys asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Nyx looks up trying not to show his surprise. Knowing he can’t lie to his dad, he puts down his mental walls and shows him everything. From the very first dream to last night’s.
Rhys stumbles back, now wide eyed. “Feyre darling, come in here please.” Feyre slowly comes walking into the living room, same expression as her mate. Nyx knows his dad just showed her everything.
“Baby, is she- is she your mate?” She says taking a seat next to Nyx and places his hands in hers.
Nyx looks down. “I- I’m not sure. I think so, but-“ Feyre shares a knowing look with Rhysand, clearly having a mental conversation.
She looks over to his drawing and asks, “Can I take a look?” Nyx nods and passes the sketchbook over. Feyre flips through the book and sees page after page of drawings. All of the same girl but all completely different. Some are just a portrait, while others are of her full body. Some are just incomplete sketches, others are fully colored works of art.
“Oh honey, these are amazing.” She says trying not to let her eyes water. “She’s also very beautiful.” Now looking up at his mother, Nyx feels his cheeks getting warmer.
“I can never get all the details right. There is always something off that doesn’t look like she does in my dreams. I- I get so frustrated because I want to be able to see her while I’m awake too.” Nyx reveals, now fully blushing.
“Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.” Rhys says, moving to stand behind Feyre to get a better look. Nyx whips his head around to see his parents both smiling at him.
“What are you-“
“Don’t worry about it dear. For now, just focus on getting these details right.” Feyre says teasingly. She hands the sketchbook back to Nyx and stands up. Rhys sends a wink to his son and walks off hand in hand with his mate.
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“Okay who wants to go first?” Mor says practically jumping up and down with excitement. Starfall came sooner than Nyx expected. He barely had enough time to get all of his gifts together.
“I mean if no one else wants to, I guess I will.” Cassian hurries to speak before anyone else gets the chance.
2 hours and a heaping pile of torn up gift wrap later, Nyx finally gets to open his presents. The first is a new knife holster with his initials embroidered from Azriel, a pack of the nicest colored pencils from Amren. Mor gives him a matching hat, scarf and glove set, and a new set of leathers from Cassian.
Lastly his parents come up to him with their present, both with a nervous but excited facial expression.
“Okay, this last one is from us.” His mom starts passing the present over to Nyx. “It might not be what you were expecting, but we hope that you like it.”
As he begins to unwrap the gift, Nyx feels his heartbeat pick up speed. Not believing what he’s seeing, he looks up to see the whole room zoned in to watch his reaction.
“I used what you showed your dad and I to make it. I tried to get it as close to what I saw.” Feyre says nervously.
“It’s- It’s perfect.” Nyx manages to get out after trying to calm his breathing. The gift is a painting of the girl from his dream. She’s portrayed exactly like his visions, actually even better. He can see all the detail his mother put into the painting. Her hair looks so soft he can almost feel it.
It’s almost like she’s looking right at him. Not in a creepy way, but in an admiring and loving way. The color of her right eye is dead on. Nyx has never been able to color match the blue quite right.
Rhys smiles at Nyx. “I’m glad you think so.” He moves to stand behind his son, planting hands on his shoulders. “It’s yours to hang wherever you want. We had a few places in mind, but it’s up to you to decide.”
“My office I think would be nice. Like yours with the portrait of mom.” Nyx says looking up to his father.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
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*knock* *knock*
“Hey dad! You wanted to see me?” Nyx asks, walking into his dad’s office. Cassian and Azriel are sat on opposite sides of the room, Nyx decides to sit next to his uncle Az.
“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Rhys starts. Just then Feyre walks into the room and walks over to sit on Rhys’ lap. “Well actually, we wanted to talk to you about something.”
Nyx looks at Az cautiously, who just nods toward the High Lord and Lady silently telling Nyx to pay attention.
“Am I in trouble?” Nyx asks, now feeling anxious.
“Oh, Mother no! Unless you did something to get yourself into trouble. You didn't, did you?” Feyre says, now zeroed in on her son.
“No! I didn’t do anything” Nyx argues.
“We know, son.” Rhys says. “You're not in trouble. Quite the opposite, actually. Since you’re getting older, we think it would be a good idea for you to tag along on some missions.”
“Me? Ar- are you sure? I thought you said I wasn’t ready?” Nyx asks, looking between his parents and uncles.
“Well, I don’t think your father will ever think you’re ready, but it’s time. If you’re up for it of course. We wouldn’t start out with dangerous missions, we were thinking to just do simple ones and then we can go from there, okay?” Feyre says with hope in her eyes.
“I- I guess, I mean yes, absolutely! I’m ready! When’s the first one?” Nyx questions, about to jump up and down in excitement.
“Well, later today we were planning on visiting some of the Illyrian war camps. Nothing crazy, just going in and making sure everything is alright. We would be with you the entire time of course. You would just be following us around, seeing what the camps are like and learning what it takes to lead them.” Rhys explains.
“Yeah little man, watch and learn.” Cassian says teasingly.
“Alright Cas.” Rhys turns back to Nyx. “As heir, one day it is gonna be your responsibility to control these camps. I don’t expect you to get everything right away, that’s why we’re starting slow.”
“If I do good on this, does that mean I can go to the Court of Nightmares with you?” Nyx asks.
“Oh sweetie, I don’t know about that just yet. Let’s see how you do with these missions first, okay?” Feyre replies, now worried for her son. Nyx has never been to Hewn City, and if Feyre had her way, he never would.
“We’re leaving in about an hour. Does that give you enough time to get ready?” Azriel asks.
“Y-yeah. I’ll go right now.” Nyx says jumping up and striding towards the door. With his hand on the doorknob, he spins around and asks, “What do I bring?”
“Just yourself, buddy.” Cassian answers. “Well, yourself and a weapon or two.”
Laughing, Nyx scurries up the stairs to get ready for his first ever mission.
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Flying to Windhaven wasn’t the hard part, the hard part was trying to stay calm while flying to Windhaven. Ever since they took off from the balcony, Nyx has had a weird feeling in his chest. Something that he’s never felt before. He hopes it goes away soon so he can focus on this mission.
Walking around the camp was like walking into a different world. There were sparring matches going on everywhere. Almost everybody was bruised and bleeding. The only man that wasn’t was walking towards them now.
“Rhysand! To what do I owe the pleasure.” The strange man said.
“Devlon. It’s been too long.” Rhys replies, taking place in front of Nyx.
“Well who do we have here? Is that who I think that is?” Devlon leans down to get a good look at Nyx. “Are you dropping your son off to join our camp?”
“Mother no! Absolutely not. We’re here to check in with you. Nyx here,” Rhys says gesturing down to his son. “is tagging along to learn how we do things.”
“Ahh. Well then, let’s go somewhere a little more private to chat shall we?” Devlon says turning away without waiting for an answer.
Nyx looks up questioningly to Azriel. He just shakes his head and puts his arm out letting Nyx walk in front of him.
Once they make it into what Nyx assumes is an office, Cassian plops down on a rather uncomfortable looking couch. Rhys chooses to stand next to where Nyx sits down beside Cassian and Azriel stands on the opposite side.
“Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?” Devlon asks.
“No thank you, we’re fine.” Rhys replies.
Devlon sinks down into his chair and laughs. “Good, because I don’t have anything anyways.”
“Do you have anything to update us on?” Azriel asks, cutting straight to the point.
“Well, things around here are more or less the same. Training, eat, sleep, training, eat, sleep, you know how it is.”
Rhys squints his eyes. “Right. And what of the females here?”
“What of them? They are safe, if that's what you want to know. We don’t really have that many, but the ones that we do have, seem to be doing well.” Devlon says, leaning back in his chair.
“They seem to be doing well?” Cassian asks, hunching forward. “What exactly does that mean?”
“Well most of them don’t put up much of a fight, but there is one of them who-“ Devlon pauses, trying to think of what to say.
“One who?” Rhys prompts.
“She hasn’t been keeping up with the other females when it comes to chores. She’s been caught sneaking out at night begging for some of the guys to train her. One of them did eventually spar with her at first, but she learned her lesson pretty quickly. It’s not common that a female wants to train here, I don’t really know what to do with her.” Devlon shrugs and turns to face Azriel. “She reminds me a lot of you when you were here.”
Azriel’s eyebrows pull together slightly. “What does that mean?”
“You’ll see.” Devlon says with a smirk.
“What’s her name?” Rhys asks after a beat of awkward silence.
“Y/N, her name is Y/N.”
#acotar#nyx#nyx x reader#Rhys#Azriel#Cassian#Mor#Nesta#Feyre#Windhaven#a court of thorns and roses#sarah j maas
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A Court of Thorns and Roses Locations
⤷ WINDHAVEN
For @moodymelanist
#acotarlocations#windhaven#windhaven acotar#the night court acotar#the night court#cassian acotar#cassian acosf#nesta archeron#nesta acotar#nessian#pro nessian#emerie of illyria#emerie acotar#emerie acosf#acotar moodboard#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acosf#a court of silver flames#sarah j maas#sjm
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A Dark Black Night
In "Take These Broken Wings" chapter 3, Cassian, Azriel, and Nesta will have to face the Camp Lords during an Illyrian trial. Emotions run high, and unwanted truths must be faced. Who will the new Camp Lord of Windhaven rule in favor of, and what will it cost?
This chapter is dedicated to all the victims who have survived their assaults and their trials. The system is brutal, and you are seen.
Start reading below the cut and find the full chapter here on AO3.
There was one thing that Cassian had avoided more than any other during his recovery. Rhysand had pushed it off as long as he possibly could, but there could be no further circumvention. The Camp Lords had to be held accountable for their actions, and Cassian would have to face them, and by extension, himself.
Illyria had its own judicial system to try and convict crimes, and since Cassian’s assault was committed by and against Illyrians on their home soil, they had to return to Windhaven for the trial. Rhysand, as High Lord of all fae within the Night Court had attempted to find a way around it, but eventually Nesta and Emerie had stopped him.
“You do realize that this is exactly why Illyria distrusts you right? You’re trying to circumvent a process that’s been in place for thousands of years because it helps your family. Whether the trial happens in Velaris or Windhaven, Cassian will still have to testify, and he will still have to face those lords. You can’t protect him from this,” Emerie explained in a private meeting with Rhysand. Her voice softened in recognition of what their friend would be subject to, but continued nonetheless. “But you can help him by working with Illyria on this instead of against them.”
They’d had several of these get-togethers since Emerie’s talk with him outside Cassian’s room. The pair spent time discussing how his court’s lack of action had caused as much damage as incorrect action would have. Rhysand had listened, and while not much had changed in such a short time, Emerie was hopeful.
The day of the trial, Cassian had requested that Morrigan be the one to winnow him, Nesta, and Emerie to Illyria. She had been more than happy to oblige, but his brothers were left feeling helpless and hurt. Ever since the confrontation in front of Cassian’s door, Rhysand received nothing but a cold shoulder from Nesta. Azriel was another story, though no one knew the tale.
Emerie had been most forgiving, and tried to encourage Rhys and Azriel to keep the faith. Rhysand hoped that what had happened between him and the Valkyrie had set some things straight not just between them, but between Velaris and Illyria.
Nesta saw Cassian’s body stiffen immediately once they landed in Windhaven. It was early spring, but the snow still lay thick on the ground. The sharp, cold air cleared her lungs and Nesta reveled in the crisp scent of pine, of home. Despite the impending worry of what was to come, Nesta felt a pang of longing for all Illyria had become to her. It hit Nesta then just how strong the bond had become between her and her chosen home.
And as much as Nesta was glad to be back on Illyrian soil, she watched carefully, ready to be there for Cassian the moment he asked. Cassian’s home had been stolen from him. As he took his first steps, solid from their balancing practice, part of him cowered. An untrained eye might not have noticed, but Nesta could read every flex of every muscle in her mate’s body. He was not okay.
In front of them stood a permanent tent fixture, the material and appearance so much like those celebration tents from the Day of Breaking. Nesta took a deep breath as she remembered the last time she’d walked up to a tent like this, the violence and bloodshed she found within. Today she approached again, ready for a different kind of battle. And she knew that if the tent affected her this much, it must pale in comparison to Cassian’s experience. Nesta approached his side to grasp his hand. Her mate wore a determined look on his face as he slowly began to walk forward, but she felt the slight tremble in his fingers.
Continue reading on AO3.
#nessriel#nessian#acotar fanfic#cassian#TTBW#nesta archeron#TTBW ch3#LD writes#assault trial#survivor testimony#reliving of trauma#azriel#OC camp lords#rhysand#emerie#emerie of illyria#acotar#acosf#illyria#windhaven#aznessian#tribunal#general cassian#acotar fanfiction
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What Bloomed in the Darkgarden by ehoney on A03
Chapter 8: Witchazel
Welcome to Windhaven, stronghold of the Illyrian steppes.
#acotar#acotar aesthetic#windhaven#acotar fanfiction#sjm#the night court#night court aesthetic#elain archeron#azriel#nesta archeron
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🌲 Windhaven 🌲
The floating city right on the cusp of the Glaciers.
Calling Windhaven a city is doing it a disservice, if we are honest. Windhaven is sentient, an Observer even, and not to be underestimated. It has been here since the world before, which few but the city remember, and now provides a home to many of Yokai's residents.
Other than providing a home, Windhaven also holds the largest public library in the Overworld! You can find information on this world and the last, on various species, mobs and their souls, or read a few of the fictional stories here. Windhaven makes sure to keep its bookshelves stocked, so check back in often! New books may have appeared.
Fun facts:
Windhaven helped one of its residents and caretakers, Fef, become a Helper near the end of S1!
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Windhaven- 7
There was a moment before anyone spoke. “Well,” Rhysand drawled, “You Hybern makes certainly are all instinct.”
Feyre came into the room slowly and leaned against the door frame, “You’re just as bad,” she told her mate. She stepped forward and Cadell’s eyes shot to her, ready to pounce. She held up her hands to show him she wasn’t a threat. “You can calm down. That was just Ereba’s Aunt Mor and Azriel helping her father get out his angry energy before coming in to meet you.”
Cad hesitated, but Erie put a hand on him, “It’s fine, Cadell. I’m okay.” His nostrils flared for a moment, but he got down. Standing, she realized for the first time just how tall he was. He loomed in the room, but on his face, Erie saw uncertainty. “Come on,” she told him, “Sit by me.” He lifted the corner of his mouth in gratitude and sat.
Nesta finally entered, Elain at her side. “So, you’re the male who my daughter is supposed to be mates with.”
Cadell tensed next to her. She wondered if he was worried her mother might attack him. To be honest, angered as she was, Erie wasn’t sure what Nesta would do. The thought of her mother attacking the Hybern male made a growl begin to rumble in her thoat.
Nesta rolled her eyes, “Calm down, Ereba. I’m not going to fight your little boyfriend.”
Erie winced, “Thanks,” she said bitterly. She saw the regret in her mother’s eyes. She realized how uncomfortable her mother must be. This was new, and she had always known her mother had a hard time letting go.
A thud sounded from the kitchen and Erie grumbled, “that’ll be dad.”
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Cassian fighting for the Illyrian girls to train is so hot
I do love that very much
Acofas chapter 2
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acotar reread#Acofas reread#cassian acotar#cassian#illyrian#Windhaven
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"Windhaven", by George R.R. Martin & Lisa Tuttle.
"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.", by Leonardo da Vinci.
"For as long as this song is sung they'll know about you - the girl who wanted wings so much she changed the world.", from Windhaven.
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Devlon x Rhys's Mom
Hear me out (@popjunkie42 and I have discussed this at length, bless her heart):
It's established that Rhys's mother was not in love with the High Lord. She spent most of her time in Illyria, had her wings intact, and apparently was given enough freedom to move about on her own that she could take her daughter on camping outings.
Plenty of opportunity for her to fall in love with the War Lord who seems to be allowed a lot of freedom to disrespect Rhys and the other Bat Boys in the present (but, Cee, he trained them and that's where the sentimentality comes from! No. That's not romantic and tragic enough.)
Those laws imposed to stop female wing cutting and to ensure they're trained in the battlefield are quietly (or in the case of Rhys's absence UTM not so quietly) fought because the murder of Rhys's mom and sister's justify that Devlon couldn't protect them, the dangers going against their traditions brings, and the other Illyrians rally around this tragedy.
Devlon looks at Rhys and see's the High Lord that would take his lover off to breed, filled her head with too many High Fae beliefs and values that don't apply to the reality of growing up in brutal Illyria. Devlon looks at Rhys and sees a young male who is still dreaming even though Devlon lost his dream centuries ago.
Devlon looks at Rhys and sees his mother, the daughter that was like his own, and relives the grief of those losses over.
And Rhys looks at Devlon and sees the male his mother actually loved. He knows he'll never be able to dispose of the stubborn Lord or his old-fashioned beliefs because it would mean disposing of someone his mother cherished.
So, they're both trapped in each other's orbits and Devlon tends to Rhys's mother's house whenever the IC aren't in Windhaven and Rhys continues to send Cassian to try and find a middle ground for the old and new.
#more thoughts of illyria you say?#why dont mind if i do#i could accept the face value explanation that rhys allows the chaos in illyria because he needs their fighting force the same#he does with the darkbringers and keir ... but i cant believe there arent stronger feelings involved with his mother's obvious loyalty#why would she continue to live in windhaven? demand her son be brought up that way?#anyway devlon is an absolute unit of a dilf in my mind#he's the stepdaddy rhys never wanted#devlon#rhys's mom#acotar#headcanon
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New fic idea: Nyx grows up and finds out that his dad and his dad’s friends are assholes who were perfectly okay with his mom dying in ignorance and kills them to become high lord guided by his mom and aunts
#he also gets dumped in Windhaven because Rhys refuses to break the cycle of abuse#feels very Illyrian and realises his family do Jack shit for Illyria
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Azriel
Spymaster of the Night Court
Shadowsinger
Illyrian Bastard
At the beginning, he was the illyrian bastard; born and taken from his mother, captured and battered from his own blood. Then, the shadows began to sing around his body. Thus, he was brought to the illyrian camp Windhaven to set the shadows free and train them. With this, he met his family, his very true brothers: Rhysand and Cassian. And from this day, he wasn't the illyrian bastard anymore. He became a friend, a brother and at last: The Spymaster of the Night Court.
Good to know --- Character
#✧˚ · . azriel . · ˚✧#✧˚ · . shadowsinger . · ˚✧#✧˚ · . spymaster . · ˚✧#✧˚ · . thenightcourt . · ˚✧#✧˚ · . windhaven . · ˚✧#✧˚ · . acourtofmistandfury . · ˚✧#✧˚ · . highfantasy . · ˚✧#he-him#deutsch#fantasie#f: acotar#userfakevz
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WIP Wednesday: TTBW Ch 3
Hello loves!
For your midweek snack I have a snippet of "Take These Broken Wings" Chapter 3.
Not caught up on the fic yet? Read the first two chapters here on AO3!
"A Dark Black Night" is scheduled to post this weekend barring major complications. Keep reading under the cut for your tasty little snack!
After a moment’s hesitation, Nesta placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “I’m here for you too, Az. You are not alone. I know your history. You know ours. I’m not sorry about a single thing the three of us have done, separately or together. And I won’t let anything they say make me regret it. Keep that in mind for me, won’t you?”
Time seemed to stand still as Azriel stepped forward and embraced Nesta, their emotions eddying around them in an almost visible flurry. His arms wrapped tightly around her as he buried his face in her pale blue Illyrian wool dress. She wore the same armor adornments over the fabric as she’d done that night. Nesta wasn’t shying away, not from a single thing. So why should Azriel?
He held her tight as his shadows began to swirl around them both, cocooning them in darkness and muffling any words they might say. Azriel pulled back just enough to speak. “He’s truly okay?”
Nesta let out a little exasperated laugh, her face falling from her proud mask into worry. “Not even a little bit. But he’s ready for today, and that’s all we can ask for right now.” She looked up at Azriel with tender concern before asking, “are you?”
Stay tuned to find out if Cassian, Nesta, and Azriel can get through this day.
#nessriel#nessian#cassian#azriel#nesta archeron#LD writes#LD WIP wednesday#LD updates#TTBW#TTBW ch 3#acotar#acosf#illyria#rhysand#OC camp lords#windhaven#emerie of illyria#political fanfiction#acotar fanfiction#acotar fanfic#wip wednesday#whump
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Trying to translate something here, but I just noticed that THERE ISN'T A PORTUGUESE EQUIVALENT TO WINDHAVEN BRO, AND I NEVER REALIZED, IN THE BOOKS IS JUST "ILLYRIAN CAMP" FOR US
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Astrophel Sullivan 🌲
Character Name: Astrophel Sullivan
Species: Wyvern
Pronouns: He/They
Homeland: Windhaven
Occupation: Scholar
Favorite Thing: BOOKS!
Fun Fact: You may hear little chirps when he is happy, though he shall deny to the high heavens that he is the source.
About: Obsessed with redeeming himself and serving a purpose, this wyvern dedicated himself to a life of guardianship - healing and helping those in need. But what happens if he fails?
Art by Dimby
Portrayed by: Dimby
Pronouns: he/they
Social Media: twitch tiktok twitter tumblr
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Windhaven- 12
Ereba woke the next day with Cadell’s arms around her. The sun filtered in through the window. She thought maybe he was asleep, but his eyes opened and he said, “You’re beautiful when you sleep.”
She smiled and pulled herself closer to him. He was thrown off by the action, but Erie wanted to have this moment last. It was only their second day of knowing each other, really the first when she thought about it, but she at least wanted to have her time in this bed last. This morning there were no questions needing to be answered. No secrets to learn. Just her. And Cad.
He pushed a piece of hair away from her face, “I’ve never woken up this peacefully before.”
Her smile softened, “We’ll just have to get you used to it, I guess. Used to peaceful.”
He smiled, and she noticed his canines were sharper than a Prythian fae, “Well if it’s always like this, I think I’d be alright with that.”
There was a knock on the door downstairs, and Erie groaned as Cad jumped to his feet, ready to battle.
“Cad, it’s probably my mom. Or Uncle Az.” She got up as well and patted his back. She led the way out of the room and down the stairs, shrugging a cardigan over her short pajama set.
When she swung the door open, it was her mother, who looked her up and down and said, “Well that’s certainly not what you were wearing last night. Change to look cute?”
“Mom!” Erie groaned, “I’m literally twenty can you not embarrass me in front of the male I’m supposed to have a mate bond with.”
Nesta held up food, “I brought you breakfast so you don’t have to go through the awkwardness of figuring how to eat without completely pledging yourself to him on the first day you’ve known him.”
Erie leaned down a bit to kiss her mother on the cheek, “Thanks! Come eat with us and maybe you’ll learn enough about Cad that you won’t want to bite his head off everytime you see him.”
Nesta snorted and followed her in, “Doubtful. I don’t even feel like that about your father. It’s 60/40 for him.”
Erie helped her mother set the food out as Cad watched from the corner. “You don’t bite my head off. Or my brothers’.”
Nesta stopped what she was doing and looked at Erie, completely serious, “That’s because you’re the greatest people alive.” And then she went back to way at she was doing.
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