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bookaddict24-7 · 3 days
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“I am fatally attracted to all bookstores.”
―The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop: A Memoir, a History by Lewis Buzbee
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starrynightsxo · 3 days
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*cardan coming out of his snakeskin with everything out*
the whole of elfhame:
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jude:
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the fandom:
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cardan:
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Shadows of Fate 2
Summary:
Y/n, Cassian's shy and quiet sister, prefers to keep to the shadows. Unbeknownst to her, she is Azriel's mate. His shadows are inexplicably drawn to her, and as they grow closer, a slow-burn romance ensues. Cassian, ever protective of his sister, watches over her as the bond between Y/n and Azriel deepens.
Chapter 2: Keeping Secrets
Cassian had always been protective of Y/n. As the older brother, he felt it was his duty to keep her safe from the world’s dangers. When their parents died, Cassian had taken on the role of both brother and protector, a role he took very seriously. So when he noticed Y/n spending more time with Azriel, his instincts kicked in.
One evening, Cassian stood on the training grounds, watching Azriel as he practiced his swordsmanship. The movements were fluid and precise, a testament to Azriel's skill. Cassian waited until Azriel finished his set before approaching.
"Az, can we talk?" Cassian’s voice was casual, but there was a seriousness in his eyes.
Azriel nodded, sheathing his sword. "Of course. What’s on your mind?"
Cassian motioned for them to walk, leading Azriel away from the others. "It's about Y/n," he began, glancing at Azriel to gauge his reaction.
Azriel’s expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Is she alright?"
"She's fine," Cassian replied quickly. "But I've noticed you two spending a lot of time together."
Azriel nodded slowly. "Yes, we have. We’ve been getting to know each other."
Cassian stopped walking and turned to face Azriel, his gaze intense. "Az, she’s my sister. She’s been through a lot, and I don’t want to see her get hurt."
"I understand," Azriel said, meeting Cassian’s gaze steadily. "And I care about her, Cassian. More than I can explain. I would never hurt her."
Cassian studied him for a long moment before sighing. "Alright. But just know, I’m watching. She means everything to me."
Azriel nodded, a solemn promise in his eyes. "I won’t let you down."
Cassian gave a curt nod before walking away, leaving Azriel standing alone with his thoughts. Azriel knew that gaining Cassian’s trust wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined to prove himself worthy of Y/n.
The next few days were filled with cautious interactions. Cassian kept a close eye on Y/n and Azriel, watching their every move. Y/n noticed her brother’s increased protectiveness but chose not to confront him, understanding his concerns. Meanwhile, she and Azriel had decided to keep the fact that they were mates a secret, at least for now. They didn’t want to stir up any trouble or cause Cassian unnecessary worry.
One evening, as Y/n was reading in the library, Cassian approached her. "Hey, can we talk?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Y/n looked up, setting her book aside. "Of course, Cass. What’s on your mind?"
Cassian sat down beside her, his expression serious. "I just want to make sure you’re alright. With Azriel, I mean."
Y/n smiled gently. "I’m alright, Cassian. Azriel has been nothing but kind and respectful. He makes me feel safe."
Cassian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. I just... I worry about you."
"I know you do," Y/n said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "And I appreciate it. But I need you to trust me. Trust that I can make my own decisions."
Cassian nodded slowly. "I do trust you, Y/n. And I’m trying to trust Azriel. It’s just... hard."
"It’s hard for me too," Y/n admitted. "But I think Azriel is worth it."
Cassian studied her face for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Just promise me you’ll be careful."
"I promise," Y/n said, giving him a reassuring smile.
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Azriel felt the weight of Cassian’s scrutiny, but he remained patient, knowing that earning the warrior’s trust would take time. He continued to spend time with Y/n, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.
One evening, as they sat together in the garden, Azriel turned to Y/n. "How are you feeling about all of this?" he asked softly.
Y/n looked at him, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight. "It’s a lot to take in," she admitted. "But I’m glad we’re taking it slow. I feel like I’m getting to know you, really know you."
Azriel smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "I feel the same way. And I want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what."
"Thank you, Azriel," she said, reaching out to take his hand. "I appreciate that more than you know."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the night air filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Azriel’s shadows wrapped around them, creating a cocoon of intimacy and safety.
As they sat together in the garden, surrounded by the night’s embrace, Y/n felt a sense of peace and belonging she had never known before. She knew the journey ahead would be filled with challenges, but with Azriel by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.
Despite the growing bond between Y/n and Azriel, Cassian remained wary. He watched them closely, his protective instincts on high alert.
One evening, after training, he cornered Azriel. "Az, we need to talk."
Azriel sighed inwardly but nodded. "Alright, Cassian. What is it?"
Cassian’s eyes were hard, his jaw set. "I know you care about Y/n. But I need to be sure that you understand what this means. She’s my sister. If you hurt her..."
"I won’t," Azriel interrupted, his voice firm. "I swear to you, Cassian, I will protect her with my life. I would never hurt her."
Cassian searched his eyes for any sign of deceit, finding none. Slowly, he nodded. "Alright. But just know, I’m trusting you with the most important person in my life."
Azriel nodded, a solemn promise in his eyes. "I won’t let you down."
As the weeks turned into months, the bond between Y/n and Azriel deepened. They spent countless hours together, talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other’s presence. Y/n found herself falling for Azriel, her heart swelling with love for the quiet, shadowed warrior.
One evening, as they sat together on a secluded balcony, Azriel turned to her, his eyes filled with emotion. "Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you."
She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat. "What is it, Azriel?"
He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. "I love you, Y/n. More than anything. You are my mate, my heart, my everything."
Tears filled her eyes as she reached out to cup his cheek. "I love you too, Azriel. With all my heart."
They shared a tender kiss, the world around them fading away. In that moment, Y/n knew that she had found her true home in Azriel’s arms.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this continuation of Y/n and Azriel's story. Feel free to leave comments and let me know your thoughts!
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design-pay-movie · 11 hours
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pitiplush · 20 hours
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I had to do it 🤣
(now you can see the strawberry costume I crocheted for Alex in honor to the hospital scene)
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recent-finish · 1 day
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moonmirrorart · 2 days
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my sweet nemesis
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modern-fairy · 2 days
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Summer forest reading 📖
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The one talent Cassian ever showed he has in the entire acotar series was making Nesta’s trauma with seducing the duke (or whoever he was) about himself.
Like this dude heard this piece of her trauma, and somehow turned it into how Nesta wouldn’t want someone like him with no title like HELLO? How does one jump through that type of mental hoop?
Anyways, hoping Elain’s prophecy turns out to be true. Live laugh love.
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alienejj · 2 days
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irish books, irish poetry, irish art.
gorgeous gorgeous hand-crafted soap bouquet from a small irish business, 'tales of soap', run by Anna.
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rivoluzionaria · 1 day
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"Ci riconoscemmo subito; probabilmente provenivamo da un'altra vita dove non avevamo ancora finito di amarci."
— manuela g.
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godsfavdarling · 17 hours
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I'm reading this erotic novel about a priest (don't ask), and I started thinking about BookTok again, and I got so mad. All these girls who only read books with smut, you all need help.
Why has it become so fashionable to read only spicy books? And why is every recommendation on TikTok asking about the spice level? This is crazy. There is something wrong with them. And if you tell them they're crazy, they respond with "why won't you let people enjoy things?" No, I won't! You all need help!
Why is everyone convinced that it doesn't matter what you read, as long as you're reading? No. If you only read such garbage, it's better that you don't read at all. And because everyone reads only this crap now, only such things are being published. I can't trust anyone.
Every time I start a book, I'm afraid. Because everyone everywhere says it's good. And then it turns out it's only good if you're a brainless, stupid freak with no critical thinking skills. Don't piss me off. I'm so mad. We lost the plot.
And then there's the argument that reading is a girl's hobby, so BookTok hate is misogynistic. I have a gun. I'm gonna lose it.
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noradaydreams · 2 days
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— Paulo Coelho
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small-z24 · 3 days
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Shadows of Fate 1
Summary:
Y/n, Cassian's shy and quiet sister, prefers to keep to the shadows. Unbeknownst to her, she is Azriel's mate. His shadows are inexplicably drawn to her, and as they grow closer, a slow-burn romance ensues. Cassian, ever protective of his sister, watches over her as the bond between Y/n and Azriel deepens.
Word Count: 1032
Warnings: None
Chapter 1: The Shadows Find Her
Y/n had always preferred the quiet corners of the Night Court. While Cassian thrived in the heart of every battle and social gathering, she found solace in the shadows, where she could observe without being observed. The grand halls and bustling rooms of the House of Wind often felt overwhelming to her, and she would retreat to the less frequented areas, finding peace in the stillness.
It was in these shadows that she first encountered Azriel.
She was tucked away in a dimly lit corner of the library, a book in hand, when she felt a curious sensation. It was as if the shadows themselves were reaching out to her, curling around her in a protective embrace. She looked up, her breath catching as she saw Azriel standing a few feet away, his intense hazel eyes locked onto hers.
"Hello, Y/n," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress.
"Hello, Azriel," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She had always admired the Spymaster from afar, but his presence now was both comforting and unsettling.
Azriel took a step closer, his shadows swirling around him, almost as if they were drawn to her. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"No, not at all," Y/n said, closing her book. "I was just reading."
He nodded, his gaze lingering on her face. "I’ve seen you around here often. You seem to prefer the quiet places."
She smiled shyly. "I do. It's peaceful."
Azriel's shadows brushed against her, and she felt a strange sense of connection. "I understand. I find peace in the shadows too."
They spent the next hour talking quietly, sharing stories of their childhoods and their lives in the Night Court. Y/n found herself opening up to Azriel in a way she hadn’t with anyone else, not even Cassian.
The next few days saw Azriel and Y/n encountering each other more frequently. Every time Y/n sought out her quiet refuge, Azriel seemed to be there, as if the shadows themselves guided him to her. The connection between them grew stronger with each meeting, their conversations delving deeper into personal histories and shared dreams.
One afternoon, while Y/n was browsing through the ancient texts in the far corner of the library, she felt a familiar presence. She turned to see Azriel leaning against the doorway, watching her with a soft smile.
"You always manage to find the most secluded spots," he remarked, walking over to join her.
She laughed lightly, the sound musical and soothing. "It's a talent of mine."
Azriel’s smile widened. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," she replied, motioning to the chair beside her.
As they sat together, Azriel’s shadows began to playfully swirl around Y/n, almost like they were welcoming her. She reached out a hand, letting the shadows dance over her fingers, their cool touch sending shivers down her spine.
"Your shadows seem to like me," she observed, her eyes meeting his.
"They do," Azriel admitted, his voice tinged with something she couldn’t quite place. "They’re drawn to you, just like I am."
Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his words. There was a depth to his gaze, an intensity that both excited and frightened her. She looked away, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
Azriel reached out, gently tilting her chin back towards him. "You don’t have to hide from me, Y/n. I see you."
Her breath caught in her throat, the vulnerability in his words breaking down her walls. "I’m not used to being seen," she whispered.
"Then let me be the one to see you," he replied softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "All of you."
Their encounters became a daily occurrence. Azriel would often find Y/n in the library, the garden, or some other quiet corner of the House of Wind. Each time, his shadows would eagerly greet her, wrapping around her like a protective cloak.
One evening, as the sun set over Velaris, Y/n found herself in the garden, tending to the flowers. She had always found solace in nature, the vibrant colors and delicate scents grounding her. She was lost in thought when she felt a familiar presence beside her.
"Beautiful evening," Azriel commented, his voice low and soothing.
"It is," she agreed, looking up at him with a smile. "I come here to clear my mind."
Azriel nodded, his eyes reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. "I understand. It’s one of my favorite places too."
They walked through the garden together, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Y/n found herself opening up about her hopes and fears, the dreams she had for the future. Azriel listened intently, his presence a comforting anchor.
As they reached a secluded bench, Azriel turned to her, his expression serious. "Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you."
She looked at him, her heart racing. "What is it?"
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think... I think you might be my mate."
The world seemed to stop at his words. Y/n felt a whirlwind of emotions, fear, and hope battling within her. "Mate?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Azriel nodded, his expression earnest. "I’ve felt a connection to you since the moment we met. My shadows are drawn to you, just as I am. I’ve never felt this way about anyone."
Y/n took a step back, her mind racing. "This is... a lot to take in."
"I know," Azriel said softly, reaching out to take her hand. "And we can take things as slowly as you need. But I want you to know that I’m here for you, always."
She looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there. Slowly, she nodded, a tentative smile forming on her lips. "Thank you, Azriel. I think... I think I feel the same way."
As they sat on the bench, the sun dipping below the horizon, Y/n felt a sense of peace she had never known before. She knew the journey ahead would be filled with challenges, but with Azriel by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part. Feel free to leave a comment or send me prompts!
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thejudeduarte · 20 hours
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Your book will always have two readers. You and your shadow.
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