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queen-paladin · 1 year

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A PSA regarding women writers and directors

(tw: mentions of internal misogony, domestic abuse, cheating, and suicide)

I hear all this stuff on Tiktok and on Instagram. All about the phrase "Written by a woman" in regard to men and cis-hetero relationships. Praising women for creating "soft" male love interests that check all the boxes. And for their treatment of female characters. Like the "Female Rage" trend where instead of an angry woman yelling and losing their cool, we only have a woman glaring directly into the camera. They list all these books and films written and directed by women noting this. Now, let's be clear- I am 100 percent for supporting female-created and controlled works

But

Can we stop pretending women writers and directors are perfect? That there aren't women who are internally misogynistic and problematic in various ways (Do I even need to mention Rowling. I mean, she's a woman after all too!)? And that for those women who are artists, that said internal misogyny doesn't show up in their works? And that they don't romanticize things that are really messed up, wrong, or even dangerous?

Take Colleen Hoover for example. She's huge on Tiktok and you will see her books promoted everywhere. You would think if you picked up one of her books that it would involve all the Romance Written By A Woman Goodness.

BUT

So many of her books romanticize abuse, toxic relationships, and cheating with her female protagonists easily forgiving the male love interests (ex. Verity and All Your Perfects) or excusing and not taking accountability for their actions (for ex. hitting on a guy when they 100% know he has a girlfriend, calling other women "sluts" which the heroine of Maybe Someday does).

Or in Erin Morgenstern's The Night Circus where it is implied that Isobel is a bad person for being upset about her boyfriend cheating on her for the female lead and being dumped for the Side Chick?

Or take Kiera Cass's The Selection. In the first book of the series, we have a female protagonist who looks down on other women for wearing super show-offy dresses that promote their cleavage in a beauty competition (Yup! We also get slut-shaming!) While said modest, plain dressing (she dresses plain because she is "not beautiful" and "not like other girls!") heroine gets praised and called beautiful and ultimately lands the prince for this.

And I cannot tell you how many times in historical fiction and even sometimes in fantasy written by women I read a protagonist who "wasn't like other girls" who shat on women for wearing corsets, being "ladies", liking sewing and dresses, actually wanting romance, etc. And the female characters who DO that stuff sometimes even get punished and criticized for it! (ex, Enola Holmes, A Court of Thorns and Roses, A Great And Terrible Beauty, and my favorite punching bag, The Essex Serpent. Shout out to the tv adaptation to have the Proper Lady Stella's one act of agency after being cheated on and getting terminally sick...is to KILL HERSELF) Like it was a bad thing for women of that time or even women today to enjoy traditionally feminine things or to want romance. (I could also get into historic accuracy, but that's a different can of worms. Watch Karolina Zebrowska's videos for more in-depth explanations like "How men taught us to hate corsets" and "busting historic myths on women").

(There is also the whole element of other factors like racism, ageism, transphobia, and homophobia, that we could get into, but let's not make this post long)

Just because it is written or directed by a woman doesn't make it default good and perfect. Women are people. So women can be flawed and make mistakes. And women can create stories that hold up patriarchal ideas and notions and that shows up in their writing. Women can romanticize shitty men. Women can tear down other women for doing something harmless.

Listen, if you enjoy these stories that don't make you a bad, problematic person. You can definitely read them, but keep an eye out and question things. Women can create problematic elements in their stories just as much as men do and we need to watch out for them and deconstruct and question these when we see them.

Ok, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

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lanitalay · 2 months

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Back to the basics

Cassian x reader

Premise: Cassian has been working too much, reader is upset

a/n: hello loves, this is my first cassian fic and I'm kind of unsure about it since I've never written for him specifically but hopefully you enjoy it!

warnings: tiny bit of angst (minuscule)

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“Cass!” You yell from the bottom of the stairs and wait for your mate to answer.

“Cassian!” Now climbing up, and a little agitated you walk into your bedroom and expect to see him sprawled out on the mattress. But the room is empty and the bed is cold. You roll your eyes and send Rhysand a mental insult. There’s only one place he could be.

You had grown tired of asking him to take a break and rest. Maybe it was selfish, but you missed your mate. Wanted his attention only on you, like the old days. When he would whisk you away for picnics and spontaneous camping. You couldn’t say you were the outdoorsy type. Having been born and raised in the heart of the Rainbow, you were a proper city girl. But Cassian loved all of that, and you loved him more than what was rational.

The door to the study was closed and you could hear him shuffling around in there. Probably frustrated with something happening in the Illyrian Mountains, or maybe Eris sent word of Beron’s newest antics. It must not be grave though, since no one called an emergency meeting. Whatever he was dealing with could wait.

Once the tent and food supplies were packed you barged into the office. “I’m busy right now, sweetheart.”

“Cassian, I’m going to say this with love. You are a workaholic.” He scoffed “just give me a few minutes-”

“No! You’ve been in here for who knows how long. I supposedly have a mate but I never see him. We never talk and if we do it's “Devlan this” or "Kier that” or “Eris said” and I’m sick of it! I’m pulling you out. Come on.” You grab his arm and drag him out of the stuffy office. All the way down the stairs he’s complaining “sweetheart, I’m sorry but I have to work, it's time sensitive-” he finally stopped talking when he saw all of his camping gear packed up in the middle of the sitting room.

“What-”

“We are going camping. Like we used to, you remember? When you still paid attention to me?” Cassian groaned, “I’m sorry I’ve been caught up with work-”

“Nope. That word is forbidden. If you mention anything to do with work you will have to face… undesired consequences. I’ve told Rhysand to leave you alone for a few days. Let's go.”

“Are we walking or..?” You smile, he didn’t put up much of a fight.

“You are flying us, silly.” Hand him the bulky gear and then open the door for him to walk out.

“We can’t go too far if I’m going to be carrying all of this.” You jump in his arms and kiss him on the cheek “let’s go to that little island where we used to see the dolphins.”

He considered it. The flight was longer than what he would have wanted but you had some precious memories there and he knew that you were trying to do something nice for him. “Alright.”

After a comfortable flight, Cassian immediately set you, and all of the gear down. “What should we do first?” He asked as he looked around, trying to find a spot to set up camp.

“Let’s set up the tent, then go fishing.”

Cassian nodded and pointed out a level patch of grass nearby. You begin by taking out the tent from the bag and organizing all of the little sticks and stakes in bunches so you knew how many you had of each.

“Do you remember how to do this?”

“Well… I think this went together-” he snaps a few sticks together “and then it goes through the loops on the tent.”

“No, I don’t think that’s right.” You distinctly remember that the loops were for securing the rain tarp. Cassina sighed. “Sweetheart, I’ve set this tent up enough times to know how.”

“Well, sweetheart, you haven’t touched this tent in over fifty years so you’re probably misremembering.”

“Do you really want to fight right now?”

After a deep breath you reply “no, but you’re wrong. Those things go through these sleeves.”

Cassian did as you said and the tent was up in a matter of minutes. You grabbed the fishing rods and walked towards the shore. There was a dock that ended near a reef where fish were abundant. It was also the place where you and Cassian had your first kiss.

Back then you were smitten with the giant Ilyrian but Cassian was sweating cold, unsure if you felt the same. He brought you here for a picnic and when the sun began to set you grew frustrated and asked “Cassian, be honest, do you want to kiss me?” He choked on a piece of cheese and struggled to articulate that “yes, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to kiss you and-” you pounced. Latching your lips to his and kissing him until you were both panting.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” You smile at him. Months later Cassian told you that he knew he was done for when you smiled at him like that, wild and wicked.

“Cass?” He hums, eyes focused on the line he just threw, waiting for it to bob.

“Do you still like me?”

“What?” You throw your own line.

“Well, we’ve been together for so long I sometimes wonder if you like me. Like if you saw me walking down the street would you still feel attracted to me?”

“Of course I’d be attracted to you. You’re the most beautiful creature I have ever seen and I mean that as a fact not a compliment.”

You give him a soft slap on his shoulder “you old sap.”

“What about you?”

“I think you only get more attractive as the years go by.” The fishing rod bends down, signaling that a fish took the bait. This is where Cassian always takes over and pulls out the catch with minimal effort.

The sun was setting and you sat flush to Cassian, head resting on his shoulder as he hoped to catch at least one more fish for dinner. You were drawing idle lines on his hand and forearm, just how you knew he liked it. “Cass?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it that I’m annoying to be around or something?”

He shifted “what do you mean?”

“Well you’re always doing something else and I… it sometimes feels like you’re taking on so much because you don’t want to come home and spend time with me. I mean today I had to drag you out of that study.”

He sets the rod down and turns to face you. His hands come up to cup your face, he almost flinches when he sees your eyes, hard and unfeeling. He knows you’re bracing yourself for whatever he’s about to say and something inside him cracks. “Y/n, I… I’m so sorry if you feel that way but that is the farthest thing from the truth. I treasure our time together and… if I’ve been absent it has nothing to do with you.”

He feels the roll of your eyes like a stab to the heart “you say that but you don’t even make it home for dinner most days.”

“It's just- y/n, we came so close to losing everything. The war, Hybern, the Cauldron- we are still here by pure luck. I was out there doing my best to keep you safe and it was not enough. Nothing I did was enough. But now we’re here and we know something is happening. Koshchei, Beron and who knows if Hybern had other allies looking for retribution. The only thing I can think about is that now the world knows Velaris exists and you are here if something were to happen… if another attack happens and you get hurt- that would kill me. So I try to stay on top of everything because it's the only way I can sleep at night. Sweetheart, I love you, I love you with everything that I am and everything that I’ll ever be. I’m sorry, just-”

Cassian stops talking when you wrap your arms around him in a desperate hug, face buried in his chest. He hugs you back and his heart sinks as he hears you sniffle and moisture pricks at his skin. “Sweetheart you don’t need to cry- I’ll be home more, I’ll-”

“No Cas, you don’t need to do anything. I- I’m just so selfish and self centered. Here I was mad at you while you’ve been carrying all this burden and I could only think of myself. You deserve better than a spoiled brat and-”

“What are you saying?”

“I should be apologizing to you!” Tears are cascading down your cheeks now as you burst with emotion “please forgive me, we can go home right now if you want.” You begin to stand up but Cassian pulls you down again.

“Don’t you see? You’re right. I’ve been obsessing over potential problems but I haven’t been home and you are entitled to react to that because I vowed to you to always be by your side and I’m sorry I failed you-”

“Don’t say that! You haven’t failed anyone. I just- I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“So how are we gonna fix this?”

“I’ll be home everyday for dinner and we can have lunch together in a cafe and-”

“Don’t suggest I train with you.”

“But babe it would be quality time spent together.” You giggle and wipe away the drying tears from your eyes. “I’ve seen you train and trust me, I’d die.”

“Are we good?” You nod and crawl into his lap to straddle him. With both hands on his neck, you pull him towards you in a kiss that reminds you of your first.

He deepens the kiss with a nip to your lower lip and his hands come to squeeze your hips. You pull away “do you want to-” before you can finish, he mumbled a “yes” and began carrying you back to your campsite where you would not be getting any sleep.

#acomaf #acotar #acowar #acofas #acotar fanfiction #acosf #cassian acotar #cassian #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #cassian x you #cassian x reader #cassian x y/n

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loonylooly · 8 months

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at this point i'm wondering what sarah is thinking when writing her love interests, like ok it's clear she finds them hot but like....are they good people

Rhys:

UTM lap dance shenanigans

throwing Feyre into danger constantly (Weaver, destroying cauldron, getting the book from Adriata, etc etc)

Still not doing jack shit about wing clippings in Illyria?? Emerie is right there, Rhysand, go enforce your damn laws

Insulting his wife's sister constantly

Almost killed his wife's sister cause she dared give her important medical information

Locked Lucien (MY BOY!!) in the house of wind

Locked Nesta in the house of wind

Didn't give Mor any warning that time he made her face her abusers and she cried i think (ngl i forgot most of it)

Ignoring Hewn City even tho...Kier is like the only bad guy we've seen from there?? Surely there's decent people in Hewn City, don't gotta make everyone suffer

Nesta windhaven kidnapping intervention so she stops spending Rhys' money (if it was really about her own sake, they would've put a stop to it much earlier)

Seemingly alienates everyone in Feyre's life that could and would stand up to Rhys for Feyre's sake. Lucien? Nah, shoo. Nesta? Nah, shoo. Weird thought but Tarquin? Yeah, makes her steal his book.

And last but DEFINITELY not least; demon baby wife death

HE COULD'VE TOLD FEYRE... OR ATLEAST NOT THREATENED TO KILL HER SISTER FOR TELLING HER WHEN HE HOULD'VE TOLD HER IN THE FIRST PLACE??

THERE'S PROBABLY MORE BUT MOVING ON

Cassian:

Barely ever stands up for Nesta in the IC

Aids in kidnapping Nesta to Windhaven so she stops spending whysand's money

Laughs at Nesta when she falls down the stairs

Aids in punishing Nesta for daring to tell Feyre important medical info

Constantly going agaisnt Nesta's wishes and trying to "save her" when she doesn't want him to

That one time Azriel asked Nesta if Cass had pushed her down the stairs...Like are we gonna ignore that?? Personally I'd have a quarter life crisis if my closest friend, who is like my sibling and has known me most of our lives, seriously entertained the idea that i would physically assault the girl I like

general aggressiveness all of ACOSF

aids in bulldozing Nesta's apartment

Rowan goddamn Whitehorn (Who I've yet to see people bashing him somehow,,, HoF rowan was like if ACOSF cassian had a horrific murder baby

Left his pregnant mate alone during a war cause he wanted to prove himself....like..idk man if i had the choice between war and taking care of my pregnant wife i'd pick the wife (did he know she was pregnant? i've kind of forgotten by now)

Rowan's kid would've been hundreds of years older than Aelin.....just think abt that

Literally everything he did to Aelin during training in HoF

Their argument where he PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE

Threatened to whip Aelin...I repeat....Threatened to whip Aelin, an ex-slave....

Told Aelin it'd be better if she died 10 years ago (unprovoked?? bitch you met her like 2 weeks ago just cause she's getting on your nerves doesn't mean you gotta wish DEATH upon her)

Literally was relieved to find out she was only 19 because if she was a few years older she could've been THE CHILD OF HIS BEST FRIEND.

No issue with marrying the cousin of his best friend's child....Imagine if he hadn't met Aelin first.. If he'd met Aedion first, Aelin would've always been the relative of his friend's son to him

FOR THE RECORD i hate all of the SJM age gaps but rowan and aelin's specifically irks me because Aelin LITERALLY CALLS HIM OLD throughout the WHOLE SERIES

Literally tells Aelin he doesn't care about what she's been through and that she is nothing to him after she confronts him for leaving her

Puts Luca in danger by sticking him on to a frozen lake with a monster inside where he'll DIE if Aelin can't save him

Funnily enough, some of the only seemingly decent person guys in SJM 1. Are completely forgotten about in the books or 2. SJM had to make them violently unlikeable

Like we've got:

Tarquin, seemed like a pretty good guy, rightfully pissed that the IC stole his family heirloom, shows up like twice in the books (LET HIM COME BACK SARAH I LOVE HIM)

Tamlin, was pretty decent in book 1, was made violently unlikeable in book 2 onwards

Chaol, very strong morals, generally a good person, loves his wife, made violently unlikeable and boring in late CoM, HoF, and QoS (ToD is one of my favorite books in the series, will praise ToD till the day I die, my boy EARNED his own book)

Aedion, seemed like a good person, strong morals, spent years trading his dignity for the sake of Terrasen, loved his cousin above all else, made violently unlikable in KoA (even tho I think he was justified in being angry about it, i'd be SO pissed)

Sartaq, good guy, strong morals, Nesryn's chapters were some of my favorites in ToD, Sartaq is one of my favorite SJM love interests, i'll never forgive author lady for forgetting about him in KoA (tho i guess she forgot about everyone from ToD? Yrene and Chaol are the only important ones, she barely even mentions Nesryn even though Nesryn's BEEN an integral part of the gang since QoS, giving her the Suki from ATLA treatment)

#acotar #sjm #sarah j maas #throne of glass #tog #anti rhysand #anti rowan #anti cassian #anti nessian #anti feysand #chaol westfall #sartaq #tarquin #tamlin #aedion ashryver #nesta deserves better

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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hello!

it’s your feysand anon again, i read better than books this morning & once again you have done a phenomenal job. i can’t express enough how much i love your writing and how well you bring every single one of your requests to life. you’re writing is magic, truly!

i’ve never requested a headcannon before, so i hope i’m doing this write lmao. could you do what and how feysand would be in a relationship?

thank you d, ily 💜

Feysand x reader headcanon

A/n: Feysand anon you are so fucking sweet. This legitimately made me shed a few tears, no one has said that before and you’ve just made my year and you’re my new bestie. Sending you all the love and I hope you have a fantastic day💜

Warnings: none

Most caring, loving, attentive partners ever omg you would be showered in love by them

You saw how in love with each other they are and you were jealous. You want that kind of love. When Rhys and Feyre asked you to be part of the relationship your heart said yes but your mind was racing

You didn’t want to come between them or anything

In the end you say yes because you love them and they’re showing you that they want you

The IC are very accepting of you since you have been around for awhile and are happy that the three of you are happy

Rhys’s love language is gift giving and Feyre’s is quality time as well as gift giving

They’d shower you in gifts. There doesn’t need to be a reason they just want to

You’ve had to stop Rhys multiple times from giving you something that was far too expensive (Feyre too) but you feel bad when he gets that little sad face bc he can’t give you something

Rhys loves giving you and Feyre matching gifts

Sometimes matching lingerie

You love spending your days with Feyre in her art studio, teaching classes and just talking with her

When you’re not with Feyre you help Rhys with work and have tea time when he takes breaks

You sleep with them but you do have your own room if you need your space

A few months into the relationship you started joining Feyre for training

She told Cassian to go easy on you but once she turned her back and went to spar with Az you gave Cass a shit eating grin, “don’t go easy. I want to be able to flip you.” Cassian howled after you said that and agreed

Hewn city visits are very interesting

Picking on Kier with Rhys and Feyre is very entertaining

Your first visit was a little nerve wracking. Kier thought it would be a good idea to insult you and your “purpose” but Feyre and Rhys weren’t having any of that

When you first entered the throne room you stood between their thrones. Once Rhys called the dinner to start he motions for you to sit on his lap

Their attention is on you as you hold Feyre’s hand and Rhys leaves kisses on your neck

You caught Kier approaching and froze. You heard Rhys and Feyre in your mind, “it’s alright darling just stay calm.” “He’s useless, don’t let anything he says get to you. Bite back and keep your face bored.”

They kept their hands on you as Kier spoke, their faces the epitome of boredom and irritation with him interrupting their time with you

AFTER Rhys dismissed him, Kier got mouthy, “One whore wasn’t enough so now you share one?”

Rhys and Feyre were seeing red at that point. You all stood and Feyre pulled you to her. You made sure to keep your face unbothered but you were a little hurt by his comment

Your eyes wandered around the room and you could see Mor was fuming, Cass and Az looked like they were ready to attack

Rhys stepped off the dias coming toe to toe with Kier, towering over him

It was clear that Rhys was in Kiers mind terrifying him. The male was sickly pale by the end of it, “You’re dismissed for the rest of the evening.”

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wishcamper · 17 days

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WIP Wednesday

This chapter is putting me through it, so I'll give you a big teaser and hope to have it ready for you tomorrow!

A Court of Vice and Victors, Chapter XVI

"She said ‘if he truly loves me, this is his last opportunity to prove it’.”

Mor sat back on a covered sofa, in the midst of updating them on the happenings in Velaris. Dark circles ringed her eyes, a patch of her red dress wrinkled at the thigh where she’d been worrying at the fabric.

The townhouse looked like a tomb, Cassian thought, the furniture shrouded in white cloth during the renovation, paint and tools stacked neatly on the temporary shelves. They’d spent months here during Amarantha’s reign, years, every available surface piled high with books and scrolls instead of linen and dust. He remembered a night thirty years in when Mor sent a stack crashing to the floor with a sweep of her arm, how he’d held her in front of the fire while she cried.

“I believe he thought he was doing the right thing,” she said. “However misguided it might have been.”

Rhys was sequestered in one wing of the river house, she’d told them, and had so far done nothing but stare between the window and the newly inked bargain tattoo on his hand. Feyre had insisted he agree to stay away from her until she was ready to speak to him, and that he was not allowed to hurt anyone, including himself.

Cassian was reminded with a shudder of how his brother had raged and shattered glass after glass in this very room the last time she'd ordered her mate away. He suspected this time things wouldn’t end so happily.

“I don’t give a fuck what he thought. Mor, he lied to her. To all of us. And you’re just fine with that?

“He’s terrified. Losing Feyre would..” She broke off, teeth worrying at her lower lip. “Do you remember what he was like when he came back? He was beside himself when she was wasting away in Spring.”

Cassian ached to think of that brief, golden time when Rhys had just returned home, when the impossible became possible and every ugly thought fell away in the unrestrained joy of seeing his face again. “I do. But now he’s Tamlin. Worse.”

The rot crept in slowly, he realized now looking back. The callous way Rhys ordered the execution of Illyrians who’d sided with Amarantha, the disregard for how the rest of the Night Court had suffered during her reign. Indifference that the Hewn City had fallen completely under Kier’s power in his absence, that they were still trying to regain ground in liberating the citizens who wanted out.

A certain malice edging his tone at times, the cruel facade that seemed less and less like an act every day. It was clear the male who went Under the Mountain was not the one who came out. And Cassian had been a fucking idiot to ignore it.

“You’d really turn on him that quickly. We’re his family. He needs our help, Cass, not our judgment.”

“No. Bullshit. We’ve been helping him for the last two years. The last fifty two. And look where it’s gotten us.”

Rhys had never even apologized for trapping them in Velaris, and now they’d enabled him to abuse his mate. Because it was abuse, full stop. He was mystified that Mor couldn’t see it.

#acotar #nessian #fanfic #sjm critical #rhys critical

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azsazz · 1 year

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kier!! please help!! i’m looking for a bat boys x reader fic!!! they’re all friends, but the bat boys have feelings for the reader. cass bugs reader to answer a question they’d been dying to know, which was “who would you fuck, marry, and kill” the reader answers (marry rhys, fuck cass (?) and kiss instead of kill az) and rhys, who is open with his affection for the reader asks why they can’t be together and the readers says that it’s because she loves all of them equally and thinks it’s unfair to put them through that!!! I can’t find it anywhere!! someone please let me know where I can find thiss thank you so much!!! 🥹🥹😫😫❤️

WOW DID YOU COME TO THE RIGHT PERSON

because actually my bestie @writingsbychlo is the one who wrote this and I have it right here for you my love 💙💙💙

#writingsbychlo #polybatboys #fuck marry kill

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elrielbaby · 1 year

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ACOFAS - more findings

I do plan on doing a series overview once I’ve finished ACOSF but this book is so full of little seeds I need to make another post about it.

In the span of two pages Feyre remarks twice how the twins spy for both Rhys & Azriel/how they were trained by Azriel. (Pages 2 & 4)

It’s also mentioned extremely early within this book how L*cien doesn’t seem interested in bridging the gap between himself & Elain, they hadn’t even come within touching distance since that final battle & he spends more time out of Velaris than in it (paraphrasing but that’s the gist)

Nuala, full of whispers & shadows

I’ve mentioned already, but Cassians first chapter was chock full of foreshadowing, as he spoke about Ramiel, the BR, what he did to the people who abused his mother & he briefly mentions Nesta.

Also, Ramiel felt alive - awake & watchful & Cass was unable to resist its ancient summons which, uhm, red flag.

Mor is a terrible gift giver & idk why but it’s funny to me.

Mor brings up Az giving Elain truth-teller, but I believe the context of this conversation is super interesting. Feyre asks Mor if she thinks Azriel would have give up truth-teller, Mor responds he gave it to Elain & when Feyre is quick to say she gave it back, Mor just hums. I am now also humming.

Also, Feyre says she pressed TT back into Azriels hands just as he’d pressed it into hers (🫶)

Elain is Elain (I take this to mean, Elain will be something different)

Nesta is Illyrian (I mean we all know how SF goes)

Elain is too polite to send L away, even on a normal day. She just ignores him until he gets the hint & leaves.

Mor in Hewn City notes ‘there was no light in this place’ & ‘it was the darkness of rotting things, of decay. The smothering darkness that withered all life’ and BOY OH BOY do I have some thoughts on those quotes, pertaining to a certain flower girl who’s powers, may or may not be life, who seemed as if the light had been sucked out of her in HC? I don’t know how likely it is, and I do think it’s more likely that they dressed Elain badly & made her not make much of an effort so that Nesta really stood out in that moment, but I think its interesting!

I’ve spoken about Rhys’ chapter that is HEAVY on the Azriel front but I also think it’s interesting how Elain is brought up in his chapter, similarly to how Nesta was brought up (albeit briefly) in both Rhys’ first chapter with Cassian, and Cassians own first chapter.

There is a very strong parallel between Azriels bonus chapter POV & Cassians second chapter where he visits Emeries shop which I will post separately but it’s insane how word-for-word it pretty much is.

In a Feyre chapter where she actually physically sees Elain for the first time in the book, we have that parallel I posted earlier about Elain & Azriel being given the time to open up (again I’m paraphrasing - actual quote is a couple of posts down)

We also have ‘veils of steam drifting past her shoulders from the roasted rosemary potatoes as if they were Azriels shadows’

We also have, Elain going still at the sight of Az, her throat bobbing & him taking the dish of potatoes from her as he says to her ‘voice soft as midnight’ 🫶

Mor also tenses during this interaction AND I WANT TO KNOW WHY because we all know she doesn’t want him like that, so WHY.

When Azriel makes Cassian wait for Elain, Feyre notes the command in his voice. That is the second time in this book that it’s hinted Azriel has some sort of inherent dominance.

Mor gaping & Cassian gawking at Azriel is giving Truth-Teller scene & again I want to know why

Will Mor kill Kier? It has been mentioned so many times

Azriel is mentioned as being at the window four times in two pages.

When Cassian tries to bet on wether L*cien will show up & Azriel refuses to bet (hello, when Cassian doesn’t want to bet on the Illyrian women training because it means too much) when Cass pushes, Azriel brings up Nesta, as if to shut him up & stop him from prying. Sneaky.

Also, Rhys says that Azriel is better liar than him & considering Rhys is a pretty good liar it’s making me question some things y’know.

Clock chimes 8 & Elain enters the sitting room as if summoned & sits by the window (which is apparently typical for her)

Also, L*cien being more at home with the BoE, sitting by the fire which casts him in reds & golds. He can’t stand to be in the same room as Elain for two minutes, the way he talks about Vassa is very interesting considering his ‘mate’ is right there & he does indeed glance at Elain as he speaks of her, as if he doesn’t know wether he should. Also, when speaking of Graysen, L*cien does seem to have a slight problem with it, but Feyre notes ‘not from any jealousy or threat’ 🤔

Even in the middle of winter Elain was a bloom of colour & sunshine.

Elain is looking out the windows, Azriel approaches her at these windows.

Elain is wearing Amethyst.

Elain laughs at Rhys’ joke about modelling lingerie which surprises Feyre & she also later shots whisky.

Azriels shadows noted as twining twice in this book.

Purple & gold flashed - Elain.

Nesta, sword straight spine (again, we all know how her book goes lol), a Queen without a throne, portrait of Queenly arrogance & a mighty vengeful Queen. Part of me wonders if this is her controlling the dread trove but I’m not sure it is. My current theory is that she will become ‘Queen’ of the Valkyries but that role is more that of General. We shall see.

#elriel #pro elriel

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exspiritment · 1 year

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@bluedprints // cass said: of course i want the truth, but only if you want to tell me.

Cue a long, preparatory sigh. She holds her arms around herself, rocks a little bit from side to side.

"At the bar, that night? The night I met Kier? — He didn't come up to me. I may have, like — it was maybe the other way around. It was maybe me approaching him."

#ask.#answered memes.#bluedprints #cassius.#NO clue where this goes in the timeline

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444names · 4 months

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Names generated from the full list of Moon selenographical features + German and French names

Adener Agleis Allartian Alvin Amond Amool Ancen Ankman Apiefer Aplab Ardien Ardin Ardman Ardoriert Atier Atraimin Auchette Avopp Ayman...

Badin Bainter Banst Baplan Barte Barter Baschuthr Basse Bault Bayelk Beauf Berturen Bettenter Bicen Blene Blosta Boeder Bogreisian Boinger Boldevren Bomsonkose Borbechman Borgerhoff Boutoguin Bouzown Brabblier Brast Bratte Breastieng Bride Britriesch Brosse Bucrohrmer Buffer Burquiller Burraneem Busechan Bétalm Caggletwin Cambeift Camin Camotte Carnau Caspers Casse Cassle Cavaux Ceitz Chellwilom Chmeillorf Chourger Chrannener Chrem Clériss Coirohla Conien Conson Copplerst Cotte Crauderick Curnice Cusey Cyrleborr Daisever Danke Darkhaide Dawte Debeclémie Debur Decietrau Decke Dette Detter Dettichelt Diondroett Disenn Dolizer Dorman Dormann Dreer Dubbell Dukner Dulydan Dungen Durnhanner Eabonoé Ebeleus Ehmussaltz Ellever Ellin Erbarger Eshterver Eueve Eumet Eveishn Evine Fachisig Faisecke Fandel Faumga Faver Feabbelle Fentin Feranc Ferhe Ficher Flemers Foegreant Fontgerler Fraatz Framefen Franey Freau Fristonke Friter Frolkence Frupick Frélin Funtina Fürcher Ganstount Gantolle Garabiller Garbau Gardues Garichass Garolk Garrine Gatte Gilogier Gingenalf Gireider Gladover Glehn Gobettin Granis Grottiefer Gughe Guiler Guillisea Guine Gurom Guthilert Hachacheau Hache Hacquarter Hafetter Haisestion Hancel Hannensen Hardeck Harlen Harlmang Harrahleid Hatermaner Hauditner Haulever Heigland Henbaux Henchm Henguer Heott Hepart Herscher Herst Hibat Hibord Hinkurces Hisvet Hohlach Honmont Houck Hucke Huehrigney Hultz Inger Ipernerans Jaehmilvia Jeauber Joack Josier Julite Juner Kamen Kardig Kardour Kargeo Kassertz Kather Katzen Kesson Kiers Kimon Kingues Kirierd Klaforte Klamazan Klaper Klaver Klessimpar Kliboe Kneau Knord Koeffnali Kooré Kovig Krald Kralwich Krave Kremesler Krundtkard Kuller Kyzens Lacharner Lacke Laffony Lagald Lahlix Lailly Lammst Laner Langlemmy Lante Lattsier Laule Laveran Lencies Lertmand Lettetter Levenbaus Leyer Liess Lioneer Lockeetty Lohlindnem Lohommarls Lorman Lostincoz Lothier Loujouan Lowgenni Luchm Luethein Manaw Manck Mandse Mangerson Mangh Manné Manst Manzel Matner Matzspo Mayblon Miemande Mishopper Miten Mitze Mocheidl Molawn Moner Monsonin Morstleme Mosch Mouhl Mouse Naudeaux Nerlian Nicis Nierstoux Novskorier Ouary Ouill Pachmi Pagnecker Pamzoegart Parie Patzgre Perette Pflung Phinzier Piefinharr Pienarnau Plopouring Pogipke Poharke Poisetink Pooke Power Pravner Prehber Prenharker Preur Prineux Pring Prisa Puhming Radion Rampac Rannius Ranon Readerbass Reffer Regemes Reischien Remmerlon Rigoond Rislesse Ritonair Roenel Roiseau Roonollive Roukert Roultner Rovatner Rudramb Rumsdon Runder Runioller Rushbize Réaux Römeislien Rümke Saadis Saatz Sadellon Sager Sanne Sanster Sawte Schabord Schaeck Schard Scheerowal Schelan Schers Schne Schockeidi Scholt Schrbar Schria Schringer Schughte Schum Sclass Sellab Shaucke Shenhubre Shiller Shionsleft Shoer Shuehrib Sidecomen Simaber Singe Sippois Sizaby Sosterger Spelier Spenart Spermanate Spithin Spitt Spocklazar Stannerena Stauss Steausoxan Stiver Strice Sturch Surridel Swayo Sweindlee Syrice Tabor Tankmandt Tenhard Thiltmer Thundeller Tister Triede Uhmarvagau Uhrhuhr Uterder Vardt Vesse Vetemia Viderstia Vingooruss Virget Vonsolkire Wallessolz Wassetter Wassilick Weclend Weitess Weity Welbenn Wenwalper Weschuts Wesum Whier Whingh Wicomatint Wiguermon Wikirédrau Willoadt Winke Witris Witzer Wollinel Wysel Yinglod Zarger Zatnoy Zeisennig Zelight Zellyden Zilleman Zineaux Zinken Zobous Zoelieum Zuebeany Éléon

#444names #444 names

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indomitable-mrs-barkley · 2 years

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* sigh *................. Maxon Schreave. ❤️

Maxon is one of the most wonderful LIs ever written. Period. 🥺

#maxon schreave #prince maxon #america #america school #america x maxon #maxerica #the selection #the elite #the one #kiere cass

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nikethestatue · 2 years

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TT is Narben right, and a Made object because Amren said it's part of the Old Trove, but I remember TT's scabbard or hilt had Illyrian runes on it, and that there were some winged demons mentioned in CC, and that no one's really sure where the Illyrians came from, Cass said they're just Illyrians, and didn't Enalius guard the pass against the Old Gods or smth?? My memory is fried rn but I guess what I'm trying to say is that maybe Illyrians are directly tied to Hel or the Old Gods

So maybe I read it incorrectly--quite possible--but some felt that the Illyrians were a prototype of the angels, but the angels were easier to control.

For the life of me, i did not see any mention of the Illyrians, so I don't know exactly.

I have 2 thoughts:

Were Illyrians the original force of the Dusk Court?

Is their hatred and their desire not to bow to the NC and their HLs stems from the fact that they used to serve another Court? Or that NC potentially cannibalized parts of Dusk into its own territory?

That would explain the fact that Azriel is an Illyrian (a shadowsinger. I assume that the shadowsingers all hail from Dusk.) and that he has TT, and it would explain Illyrian runes on it.

Second thought is that who and what are the Darkbringers? The army of Hewn City?

Is Hewn City an offshoot of something connected to Hel?

Are the Darkbringers part of former Hel's force? Hence why they answer to Kier (who might be more than just a random High Fae), and not to RHys? And why Rhys has to ask for permission to use them?

There are definitely 2 inexplicable fighting forces in NC--the Illyrians and the Darkbringers, neither of which are just regular NC citizens, who serve in the army.

Both are very interesting, and i wonder what their origins are?

#hosab theory #hosab and acotar crossover #the dusk court

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Hellish part 3 - reader x cassian -

reader reports back to the Queens that she has failed her task of killing Rhysand.

"Stop acting like such a child." Amren scolded. Cassian's death glare towards her was enough to make Rhys tense. "Amren, dont you have a book to read?" Rhys asked. She smiled in a way that showed too many teeth, and would have sent a chill down the high lord's spine if he wasn't so focused on keeping everyone safe. Before she could start a fight, she left. Carrying her wine glass laced with blood with her. Cassian relaxed, finally. "I know you're not likely to forgive me for this. But I sent Azriel to watch over her on the journey back." And Cass' relaxation was gone. His rage lashed out at Rhys. "What the fuck do you mean 'watch over her'? Shes my mate." His words practically rattled the dishes on the table. The townhome seemed too cramped, like Cass' body was too tight, too hot. "And you'll kill yourself if you follow her back to the Queens." Rhys said simply, pity there in his eyes. He knew his brother well enough to know that logic would be how to win over this fight. He wondered if that mating bond ran so deep that it would counteract Cassian's strategist mind, though. Cassian snarled, but did not protest. He knew he would in fact give himself over to the Queens if it meant you being safe. He'd do anything to be by your side. He'd barely met you and he thought to sacrifice himself. He couldn't wrap his head around the insanity of it. And on top of it all, you were out to kill his brother. How cruel could the cauldron be? "Cassian, I need you here. There's powers in play that want to see us fall." Rhys spoke gently to his brother. He squeezed Cassians shoulder and finally brought that tense stare to a stop. His jaw clenched, and Rhys saw the war roiling inside him. The urge to protect, to save, to keep you at his side was eating him alive. "I'll be in the training ring." Cassian gritted out before leaving. + Your journey back to your masters was long and full of harsh sun that beat down on your skin. After two months of adjusting to Prythian's cooler weather, the abrupt change back to heat felt suffocating. Or maybe the hot feeling inside you was from the fact you'd not only failed your mission, but your mate had been one to help defend your target. You had tried to shove the thought of the male away your entire ride, but it was always there. That tantalizing golden light he radiated in the back of your mind. "Kill the high lord and as many others as you can." The spell rang through your mind as a way of distraction. And shame. The dread that filled you each hour as you pressed closer was not a welcome distraction from the heat that the bond seared through you. You didn't know the consequences of coming back unsuccessful, but you hoped to the Mother that they would give you another chance. That they were merciful because of the information you brought back. The Queens were not known for their mercy, though. Especially the Crone, queen of them all. The one that held your bargain spell in her bony fingers. The memory of the old crone cursing you made you sweat in a different way than the heat or the bond did. Nerves bundled deep inside you tingled more and more as you grew closer to the sandstone castle they resided in. The ride took a day just to get past their inner defenses. No guard dared approach you, marked with the black banner of the Queens court. Your horse was struggling by the end of the journey, refusing to gallop any longer. The shadows around you darkened when you dismounted. The sun was beginning to set along the desert and clay hills in the distance. Your heart did not sing of happiness at this reunion. The bond in the back of your mind you tried so hard to ignore seemed to flare with your stress. + The wrinkled face of the old crone reminded you of the old man that had traded you for a few gold marks when you were young. The rest of the queens stood by anxiously, watching. Waiting to see what the punishment would be. The spell compelled you to remain utterly helpless against the guards that shoved you to the floor before her. She tisked in disapproval. "Bring the cauldron, and let us unmake this one. Perhaps we will see what it gives us in return for this sacrifice." Her shrewd voice called. The other queens looked to each other with excitement, their shiny hair bouncing as they hurried to summon guards with the cauldron. You whimpered at the crushing feeling around you. Impending doom being delivered straight to you. She approached the guards that pointed their spears and swords at you. "The spell acted as a bond, hold her down as soon as she touches the water." she instructed as you were lowered to the Cauldron's edge by three guards. Your mind screamed at you to fight, to tear and thrash and kill the ones that were ready to drown you in the depths of the damned cauldron. Even if your hands weren't bound, you couldnt fight back. The terror settled deep and full in the pit of your stomach. But the spell, the bond that insured your protection against the Queens now served as a leash keeping you from fighting back against them. "A life for a life. Let this death motivate the next contender to kill Rhysand of the Night Court." she made a motion with her hands and turned, going back to the other queens. The guards lowered you, and just as she promised, the magic snapped and you began fighting for your life. They struggled to contain you, but the blade through your thigh speared you down, forcing your legs into the water. Cold like you'd never experienced seeped into your bones through the wound. Your blood did not marr the dark water, it only swallowed the lifeblood that surged from you. You grew faint, and the water reached your knees. You knew it was going to be the end of you. The water swirled and pulled, tugging you deeper. Then, a flash of darkness erupted from you. You though they'd pushed you under. But it was an explosion of shadows that had blinded the entire room. You were ripped from the icy water, something cool grasping you under your arms. Then, swirling darkness took you, panting from behind you indicated you were not alone when you landed in the dark forest. + Cassian's wings ached for the feeling of air beneath him. He guarded Rhys at the meeting with Kier though, keeping a straight face even as he sensed the panic from you. His mind raced with the possiblities of what had happened. If you were safe, if you were even alive. Surely you were alive with the thrills going through the bond. Electrifying, and utterly terrifying. Rhys then snapped, ending the terse conversation with Kier abruptly. "We must be leaving now. We will continue this later." He gave Kier a wave of his hand and began winnowing. "Stay with me, dont panic." Rhys spoke into Cassians mind. His heart dropped to the floor, face leeched of color at the words. With the first glimpse of the vision the high lord sent Cassian, he began roaring with rage. As soon as they winnowed a few feet from Azriel, he was ordering both his brothers to winnow you again, to Madja. His speaking was dull, but you could feel it in every part of your being. The low rumble of that voice that spoke to your soul. A small smile spread across your face. "Hey Cass-" You choked, trying to make yourself sound strong. For his sake. You knew he could feel it though, feel that iciness that burned your legs. You shook, unable to move yourself. The cold felt like it was creeping up your entire body. He pulled that bond in his mind to him, close. As if he was wrapping you around his mind for warmth. Then you saw all the beauty there. The beauty that the spell had refused to let you see. And the urge to kill the high lord was no longer present. It was like a weight lifted from you. You let the tears spill over, grateful that in your last moments you were able to experience this kind of relief. "No." Cassian growled, yanking on that bond again as you felt darkness creeping in on you like a fog. "You are not dying." Rhys' darkness pulled all of you into the healer's apothecary in the center of Velaris along the coastline. The dark waves outside offered no comfort to any of them. Especially Rhys as he watched his brother lose himself over you. "Azriel, keep an eye on them." Rhys ordered, noting the way his shadow covered brother seemed to be more pale than usual. The plain exhaustion on his face from winnowing so far was hard to look at. Cassian shushed and cradled you, not daring to look at your leg or the black splotches that dotted your hands from your fight. He nodded a quick thank you to Azriel when their eyes met. Azriel couldn't spare the energy back, and instead propped himself on a rigid couch in against the far wall. Cassian gently laid you down on the exam table, and waited for his brother to return. + "We can let her die, or we can heal her with the Cauldron's poison still there. We dont know what it will do, but it has infected too far to be reversible." Madja concluded with a heavy sigh. Rhys cursed under his breath. Cassian's moan of terror wracked his brother's hearts. Madja continued stroking up and down your body with expertise. Cassian pulled at his hair. He wanted you to make the choice. He wanted you here to be able to tell him how the hell this all happened. He needed you, he needed to know everything about you. The tethering force he felt pulling back slightly seemed to tug, and he laughed hysterically. "The entry wound will heal, but the sickness may kill her eventually." Madja's glowing palms were the only light in the room. "Fix it. Heal her. Now." Cassian said the words in a low growl. Azriel stared at him, astonished even in his state. "Cass, if she dies-" Rhys began, concern for his brother's fallout after the potential death. "She wont." the icy glare he gave Rhys made him shut his mouth. He hated seeing his brother so ruined over someone he just met. His mate. He tried to remind himself it wasn't just some female. It was his Feyre. He nodded to Madja, giving her the approval. "Fix her Madja." The high lord's words were final. + It burned. Your entire body ached and burned and at the same time felt totally cool. The cold chill was eating you alive. You tried to scream, tried to push it away. Tried to run from what consumed you. But it only crept further and further up, until it encapsulated you completely. Your back ached more than anything. You begged for the end of it. for anything to kill you. You didnt care if it was the Queens or the high lord you were sent to kill. Death would be the only relief from this kind of pain. "The curse...mixed with Madja's healing created.... it made you... new." Cassian said tentatively. He had practiced it so much, he just didnt know how to tell you when you actually woke. The long nights of rippling pain shared with you suddenly became worth it to him. You tried to push yourself up, but a heavy weight held you down. "Easy..." He said, a small grim smile gracing his lips. His eyes looked bruised, and swollen. the whites around his eyes were completely red, and his hair was a mess. The room was quiet, and cool. The house was completely open to the elements you realised, and it must have been freezing from the cold wind breezing in. He wore a coat over his tunic and hid his hands inside his pockets. His breath clouded in front of him. "What happened?" You demanded, searching for the bond he clutched so tightly to himself. "Do you want to see?" He held a hand out to you for support and stabilization. It felt as if you were being pulled, dragged down by something. He pulled the dark wooden framed mirror from the corner and adjusted it slowly, showing you what lay behind you. You felt your mind leave your body, dizziness overcame you. He caught you before you could fall to your knees before the mirror. He avoided the things.... the gargantuan counterweight on your back. The wings that pulled you down. The dark inky feathers that would have killed you if you were a part of Dawn court still. They shimmered under the faelight like raven's wings. Purple and blue mixing in a perfect darkness, even darker than the Illyrian's. "Madja thinks it's the curse... mixed with healing. She thinks the cauldron intended to turn you into a beast cursed to follow someone forever in the form of a bird. Like Vassa." The words he spoke were just a faint hum after that. Your mind seemed to float further and further from you the more you stared to the mirror. He helped you up, but you could not be led away from the mirror. You stared and stared at the black wings that your body strained to hold up. "I can help, if you'd like..." He said softly, knocking you out of your stupor. "If you want to learn, I mean." He nodded to the wings and took a breath, trying to ignore the oily scent the new wings perfumed the air with. It was intoxicating. You turned slowly, going back to the bed. "Leave me." You muttered, trying to situate yourself comfortably on the pillowy softness. Cassian's heart sunk. "Let me know if you need anything." He said softly, staring at your unresponsive body for far too long before exiting. You cried. You let the sobs wrack your body the entire night, not caring how stained the pillows became with the salty tears. You cried until your body had nothing left to give, and at last your mind lulled you into a deep sleep. + Cassian's head ached with the strain of trying to comfort the bond. He was astonished at how you'd kept your shields up even from him throughout the healing. He guessed that the training you possessed was the reason the Queens had made you the perfect assassin for Rhys. "She'll be okay. She can train with the Illy-" Azriel stopped himself mid sentence when he felt the fury rippling from Cassian. He hated the territorial mood swings he was having, but with the situation at hand he figured it was warranted. Rhys tapped his fingers on the long table, and picked up a small pawn in the other hand. "Why would they make such a direct attack? And without a bargain? Why use a spell?" He let his questions flow out. It did not soothe Cassian to hear his mate being talked about like just some assassin. "She wont know. She was under the spell the entire time. I can feel her more now, maybe I can-" Rhys interrupted his brother "Cassian I dont want you anywhere near her more than you have to. We dont know what she's capable of now." Cassian stood so quickly his chair fell, clattering against the stone floor. Azriel tensed, ready to break his brothers up from a fight. "She is my mate, Rhys. if I die by her hands then so be it." His voice was low, and dangerous. Azriel's shadows circled around both of them. Rhys' tired eyes did not leave Cassians. The challenge of two males ready to defend what they believed in. "Dare to order me and see what happens." Cassian said with a snarl, then took a plate of rolls and left the two Illyians. Azriel sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. His shadows dissipated, following the cracks in the stone house. He knew how bad the fight could have gotten and was relieved the building was still standing. Centuries of disagreements and he'd seen the two level a battlefield for less. He only intervened twice in all of those years. He didn't like to remember either occurrence. "You will keep watch over them?" "I already am." Azriel grumbled, making his way to his room. + The smell of warm buttered rolls was a welcome scent to wake up to. You didn't miss the lingering scent of him there too. You could hardly crack your eyes open, the swelling from the night before was getting better though. You reached back and touched the wings that had kept you burningly warm all night. The sensation was... incredibly sensitive. And when you pulled your hand away, it left your fingertips coated in oil. "It'll go away after a few months." His voice startled you, but you were too tired to care much about him seeing you in such a messy state. He was supposed to love no matter what, right? That's what a mate was meant to be? Your mate. Mate. You body ached with the longing of needing him close by. "You should eat." He said around a mouthful of food. "Are you always so pushy?" Your voice was rough, raw from the night of sobbing. He smiled, and brought over the plate he was picking grapes from. "Only when necessary." He laid the plate on your lap and nodded to the rolls on your side table. "And drink, too." He sauntered back over to his seat at the other side of the room, a healthy distance apart. You followed his orders though, picking little bites at the fruit and easily having three rolls. Something eased inside you, like a fracture becoming whole again. "How do you manage... with those? How-" You took a sip from your water and tried not to look at him. "How do you just... deal with these?" You unconsciously flared the wings when you thought of them. It was a strange feeling, like flexing a sore muscle. "You'll learn eventually. It will take time to get used to it." He eyed you wearily, trying not to show his confusion. You felt it anyway. "These are...upsetting." You admitted, "They are just like my fathers. Before he sold me for food for my mother. He was convinced she was carrying a winged male." You shook your head at the memory of the wrinkled man that had bought you. He included some spoiled corn in the deal. Your father handed you over without another glance back. Your mother didnt have much of a say. "He sounds like a conflicted male." You glared at him, wishing you had the strength to throw one of the rolls at him. He held his hands up at the stare, defending himself. "Not the selling you part, but doing anything for your mother... I understand that, now." He said slowly, testing the waters. "I have no family. I ally with no one. Working with the Queens was a risk I was willing to take, they didn't mention the part about killing a high lord." You picked at the blanket folded over your lap. The room was much colder than you remembered it being before. He considered the words, and stayed silent. Waiting for you to say more. "When will he kill me?" You asked plainly, trying to not show your nerves.His face blanched. The bond came roaring to the forefront of your mind, burning with anger and guilt. "No one will lay a hand on you. By my life I swear it." He knelt on the floor by your bed and looked you in the eye. The honesty there, the full integrity of his being was flowing from him. You didn't know what exactly made you want to trust him, but it was irresistible. You nodded and took his hand, letting that connection flow through touch. You felt alight with hope soaring. Like a drug, he called to you. His eyes seemed to reflect the same back. The shame burned further until - a spark. An idea that you could almost feel out. "We can hunt him, together. Your father, if that's what you want. Then we can kill the Wueens. I will go with you." "You mean you'd die with me?" You laughed, the dark humor not scaring him a bit. The finality of the words stung deep in your gut when he didn't flinch. He dared not confirm how many times over he would, in fact, die for you. "They call me the lord of bloodshed. We might have a fighting chance once you figure out those wings." He winked, and you smiled for the first time in a long while.

#hellish #reader x cassian #acotar #acotar fic

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naivetm · 3 years

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sb: u shld never insult someone w a weapon if u do not have one urself

allie: oh cool :) yep for sure

also allie:

calls cass a grandma and throws flowers at her head

just. annoys aklla. in general.

been a Heathen to kier.

been a Heathen to mads.

been a Heathen to mal.

been a Heathen to harry.

been a Heathen to law.

been a Heathen to evie.

been a Heathen to hella.

been a Heathen to alice.

been a Heathen to jaq.

been a Heathen to neve.

constantly is a little shit to uma.

drags nina to tourney games.

#some of these havent been written out exactly but. They Have Happened.#or i got asks that will have allie heathen energy when answered #anyways i hate it here she really is the dumbest bitch regardless

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bookocd · 3 years

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A Court of Pain and Dreams

I started to write this fanfic before ACOWAR came out, so a couple things may be different (you will see what I mean when you read this part). I hope you guys enjoy it and I absolutely love writing it.

This is about Feyre and Rhys’s son, and a female from the Court of Nightmares ;)

Links:

Part 1

PART 2:

“What were you thinking!”

There were papers spread across the table where the inner circle usually ate. The two chairs at the head of the table were being occupied by the two most powerful beings in the world, or as Cal called them, his parents.

“I didn’t-” He was quickly interrupted by his infuriated mother once again.

“No you weren’t thinking. This meeting has been scheduled for weeks now, and you have been on time for every single step of planning, but you decide that the most important day is the one you are going to be late for. And not just late, I might add, but 3 hours late. I’ve never been this disappointed in you Callum.”

Callum flinched, literally flinched. His mother was half a room away and he still felt as though she had punched him in the chest. It wasn’t the anger that had gotten to him. It was her saying his full name. No one in the family used his full name, and Feyre using it showed how truly upset she was.

In his entire life his parents had been his best friends, they were truly the only people that understood the pressure he was under, and the amount of power that ran through his veins. Cal only ever wanted to make his parents proud, it was his one goal, and seeing that one mistake was almost ruining that goal made Cal sink into despair.

But, his sadness started to shift into anger. Anger over the fact that one mistake was creating this sort of reaction. He knew he fucked up, but he was still young and learning. He wasn’t perfect, his past showed that, but his parents had never expected him to be.

He started to realize that it wasn’t his parents in front of him, it was his High Lord, and Lady. He wasn’t their son right now, he was their heir.

Taking a deep breath he tried to be the leader he desperately wanted to be, the leader he needed to be. Instantly he decided to state his wrong doing and take the punishment. “I understand I made a mistake, a large mistake, but I’m here now.”

Rhysand had been silent when his son walked in, and while his mate yelled, but he stood to finally confront his only child.

“We do not expect you to be perfect, but we do expect you to be responsible. The Court of Nightmares has been around to long, and now that we finally have peace externally, it is now time to look within. We had a plan, one that included you, and now we must change everything, because they will think our lateness is a representation of our disrespect.” Unlike his mate, Rhys wasn’t yelling or angry, but he truly wanted Cal to understand the weight of his actions.

Feyre stood as well, which showed a very low cut dress that Cal had never wanted to see his own mother wear. “We were trying to keep up relations with them, so they wouldn’t think we would dare try to dissolve their court. Now we might have to wait for months, until they have their defenses down again. We want this court gone, I never want any of us to have to play the roles of sadistic killers ever again. I never want to have to go to the place where Mor-”

Everyone’s breath caught at the name, but it was when Feyre punched the table with so much strength it broke in two that the truth about her anger was understood.

Cal glanced over to the shadows in the corner of the room, to Az. The male hadn’t moved one inch since the conversation had began. Everyone knew Az was in a dark place since Morrigan had died, but he was the biggest supporter of ending the Court of Nightmares and it was one of the only things he spoke about. He barely talked to anyone anymore, and the only time Cal saw him was durning Inner Court meetings, never dinners or parties. He was grieving, but it had been close to 50 years since the war, and everyone was starting to worry about him.

With a snap of his fingers, Rhys had the table back together and the scattered papers in a neat pile on top.

Moving over to his mother, Cal pulled her into a hug, before Rhys could. “I know how much she meant to you, and you have no idea how much I wish I could have met the amazing women you have described to me. I swear a mistake like this will never happen again, and it will not ruin our plans. If I have to tear apart their court piece by piece I will, and I’ll even let you guys help if you ask nicely.”

A soft laugh came from his mother, who’s face was on Cal’s shoulder. Being closer to his fathers height, he had couple of inches on his mother. “You have enough arrogance and cockiness worthy of your father.”

Before Rhys could respond with more than a quick snort, Azriel came forward and said something colder than anyone had ever heard from him. “Why don’t we stop talking about her, and move on to actually avenging her.”

Everyone understood his pain, so no one moved to argue with him. Cassian shifted to his brothers side and rested a hand on his shoulder.

Flynn, who usually was the one to diffuse the tension, coughed awkwardly and replied. “Well then let's just get going. We don’t need to give them an apology, and if we do they will know somethings wrong. We say something came up and we couldn’t get there on time, but they should be happy we came at all.” An evil smirk came to his face as he continued with, “then we can fuck with them like usual.”

“I agree. Let’s go right now.” Cal moved to leave, thinking that everyone would follow. Then he heard Feyre’s laugh behind him and he turned.

“You aren’t even wearing a shirt.” This made him look down at his bare chest.

“So that’s why I’m so cold. Father do you have one I could use? I really don’t think that the female I was with will ever want to see me again.” Cringing at his last sentence, he looked to his mother, who’s face was reddening.

“We really have to work on your filter.” Flynn looked as if he was trying not to burst out laughing.

Now in his fathers clothes, Cal walked into the Court of Nightmares. The silk shirt and dress pants were way more fancy then what Cal usually wore, but he didn’t mind the change, especially, because of the fact that walking into this place made him into a different person..

As the group walked slowly into the mountain, Cal looked around at everyone. Cass, Flynn, and Az, who were flanking the sides of the group, all were wearing fighting leathers, with their seven siphons glowing with the power that radiated through their owners. Cal looked at each of his companions siphons, Cass’s glowing red as blood, Az with his cold and fierce blue, and Flynn in his newly made silver, which made his eyes shine. Feyre, now fully in his view as she and Rhysand walked hand and hand in front of him, he could see was wearing not just an incredibly low cut dress, but it also had one very prominent slit running up the side of her right leg and gaps in the fabric at her hips and back. It was a deep green that sparkled like an emerald and he couldn’t help but thank the Cauldron he couldn’t hear what his father was saying in her ear, because what ever it was made a pink blush form on his mothers neck.

As they got closer, they started to hear the sounds of a fight. Fists hitting skin, bodies landing hard on the ground, and people yelling sadistic things they wanted to see happen. Then all at once all of the noise stopped and the silence beckoned him forward. The group turned into the main hall, the group halted at the sight in front of them. Cal moved to the side of his parents, unaware of what he was about to witness.

Shock tore through his body as he saw the Kier sitting like a king in his fathers throne, and a plate of food in the identical one right next to him, which was meant for Cal’s mother.

Cal could feel the anger now coursing through Rhysand, but it wasn’t until he saw who was fighting that he himself felt his power start to awaken.

A female standing alone in the center of the room, was being surrounded by at least 15 men. All High Fae, and all bearing their teeth at her.

Without moving the young girl allowed the men to move around her, because she knew they wouldn’t attack until the Kier said so. “You don’t deserve to live,” one said to her. She didn’t even look up at the male issuing the threat.

Cal knew very well that the Kier knew, but just didn’t care, that the Court of Dreams were all standing in the opening to the throne room. Cal also knew that the male wasn’t going to be leaving this room without several, probably many, broken bones.

The Kier laughed at the killers inside the circle and very calmly said, “Begin.”

The female’s head snapped up at the first attacker. He went at her with a knife and moving faster than anyone could have moved, she blocked his arm, and moved her opposite hand to snap his arm at the elbow. The male didn’t even have time to roar in pain, because within one second of his arm breaking, she had his knife in his heart.

The striking blue eyes that he saw poking out of the strands of dark brown hair kept Cal’s attention, until he saw the lifting of one side of her mouth.

“Who’s next?”

A second later there was so much movement, it was hard to tell where one person started and another ended. No one got the better of the female, because she was always one step ahead. She first played around with them, blocking and maneuvering as if she were in training, until she finally decided to end them.

Two males came at her from both sides at full speed, at the last second she took a step back, which made them run right into each other. As they were falling to the ground, she grabbed them both by the neck and squeezed. Cal could hear their cracking windpipes from the opposite side of the room.

Suddenly two knives showed up in her hands, and her attackers started dropping like flies, but in one instance, the biggest male of the group started going at her from behind. Cal winnowed right in front of him. The punch he received and blood that the male spit out, only enraged him more. Cal and the male started to circle each other. In the back of his mind he saw the female still fighting the last couple of pricks, and he heard his father telling everyone to stop and then felt his magic surge forward, but if she was still fighting then so would he. The male finally lunged at him, but Cal dodged right, and as he spun and kicked, his foot landed at the base of the males spine, which made him fall forward to the ground.

Hearing the sounds of a feminine grunt, he whipped his head around to see the female moving her jaw back and forth and a purple bruise already forming on her face.

Her answering smile was the scariest thing Cal had ever seen. “Congratulations, because you are the only male to hit me, I will not kill you.”

The male let a breath out, and started to back away, but the female suddenly wrap a foot around the back of his legs and had him on the ground.

Looking down at him with a straight line for a mouth, she walked around his laying body with a growl in the back of her throat.

“One thing you need to know about me.” She stopped walking once she was at his feet again, so that he could see her completely. She placed her hand in front of her, with her palm pointing up, and closed her fingers slowly into a fist. As the fingers in her hand started to bend, the male in front of her started to scream, noises that would plague Cal’s nightmares. His skin dried and crinkled and then all at once the male turned into dust. The female looked down at the dust pile, and put her hand down. “I lie.”

Cal heard the battle cry before he felt the swift kick of the male he was to distracted to see coming. He felt the ground under his face, and the feel of a foot on the back of his head.

“Be happy you are the High Lord and Lady’s runt. If you weren’t you would be-” The end of the sentence never came and the pressure lifted from his head. He quickly turned around to see a knife sticking through the front of his attacker.

Then all of a sudden the body was kicked from behind, and it landed right on Cal.

“Shit!” Cal threw the body off of him and stood up in front of the female. It was the first time he could look closely at her face. Her blue eyes were even more striking up close, and the incredible number of freckles across her pale skin made him surprised that she didn’t have red hair. The hair that was falling out of her braid, was a deep brown and reminded him of the dark chocolate his mother always brought him when he was sick.

“What the hell was that for.” No matter how beautiful he found her, he still wanted to know why the fuck she threw a dead body on him.

“I didn’t need your help.” And with that comment she punched him in the face, landing him right on the ground again.

Off in the distance he heard the distinct laughter of Flynn, and him saying, “Oh I like this one.”

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