#look Rhys only has his own experience to go by

[aprill-99]

Batboys giving the pep talk.

Cassian: “Fuck shit up, but don’t die out there.”

Azriel: “So that’s the plan. Let’s see how well you were paying attention.” *Kahoot music*.

Rhys: “If you get hurt, hurt them back. If you get killed, walk it off.”

#incorrect quotes #incorrect acotar quotes #acotar #bat boys #rhysand #rhys acotar #cassian #cassian acotar #azriel #azriel acotar #look Rhys only has his own experience to go by #ACOTAR funny

[milswrites]

The Bat Boys X Bookworm!Reader

Summary: What the Bat Boys (and Eris & Lucien) are like with their bookworm partners

Warnings: Lil smutty and nsfw (not too much just want to cover myself) so 18+ MDNI

Notes: Just a bit of fun really, it's different to what I usually write but I hope you guys like it!

Rhysand

Rhysand loves you

And if loving you means that he has to feed your obsession with buying books?

Then he would happily clear out all the bookshops in Velaris if it meant getting to see you smile.

Rhysand is rich-rich.

Which means if there's something you want? He'll buy it for you without question.

You once mentioned about how much you'd love your own library one day.

So of course by the end of the week you had your own little haven inside Rhysand's house with more books than you could ever dream of reading and your own little ladder to reach them all.

But he didn't stop there.

For your mating gift he purchased you your very own library in Velaris

In which Rhys may or may not have enacted his fantasies of sleeping with a Librarian.

Whilst Rhysand does like to read, his taste in books is very different to your own.

But even though he doesn't read the books you do, he's more than happy to sit and listen to you talk about your favourite ones for hours if that meant being able to see your eyes light up as you talked about something you loved.

But no books nor libraries could top the best gift he had ever given you.

A hand-written book containing the story of your relationionship.

Complete with crude little comments and drawings the High Lord had scribbled down in the margins.

Rhysand loved history.

So what better way to preserve his undying love for you than in-between the pages of a book which would last forever.

Cassian

Cassian had never been very interested in books.

He'd much rather experience the thrill of real fighting and action in person than spend his time reading about it on some dusty old pages.

In fact the only time Cassian had been in a library he had the terrifying encounter with Bryaxis.

Safe to say that the trauma he experienced was the perfect excuse for never stepping in one again.

Until he met you.

Cassian has always been the type of guy who's all in or nothing.

He discovers the person he has a crush on likes reading?

You know he's going to be walking around with books he's never even opened pretending like he is a well-read Illyrian.

Citing quotes he doesn't even understand just to try and impress you.

And once you're together?

You show Cassian exactly what he's missed out on when it comes to reading.

Especially when it comes to getting tips for your bedroom activities.

For months after you revealed to him the wonders that are smut books, Cassian would spend his free time delving through the pages looking for new ideas on how to spice up your sex life.

Claiming his increased interest in reading was due to 'research purposes'

Cassian is 100% down to roleplay characters from your novels

He loves being the big strong hero to your damsel.

Whenever Cassian catches you reading, happily curled into the comfort of your sofa, he'll approach with a smirk on his lips

"Any new tricks you'd like to try out? I think page 69 is worth a shot."

Azriel

Azriel's a busy guy.

He's always away on missions for Rhysand or working in the dungeons of the Court of Nightmare's

So he can be forgiven if when he comes home, reading is the last thing on his mind.

But what he does enjoy though, is when you read to him.

He can lay with his head in your lap for hours.

Humming along to whatever tale you tell whether it's fantasy, romance or a good thriller

Sometimes he'll even offer his input. Laugh when something especially funny happens or shed a tear whenever a character he likes died.

Azriel loves the sound of your voice

Enjoying the way you put on voices whenever a character is speaking.

He's grown to like the sense of domesticity that he feels whenever you read to him. Allowing himself to imagine you doing this to two little Illyrian babies of your own.

Reading to your wide eyed children as they are gripped by the tales you're telling

Azriel is also a gentleman.

Need a hand with carrying the books you're choosing whilst you shop?

He's there

Hands willingly taking everything you stack on top of him, trailing after you with your selections like a lost puppy.

And when you get to the till?

Azriel had already spoken to the shopkeeper upon entry and added anything you chose to his account. Claiming the books were just as much his as they were yours if you were going to read them to him.

Azriel is definitely the type of male who likes you to read your smut to him as he pleasures you, acting out the words on the page until you're unable to speak anymore, leaving the rest of the chapter to your own imagination.

Eris

Eris is a reader.

He loves nothing more than to settle down after a long day with a good book in hand and a steaming tea.

You can't tell me he doesn't find it the hottest thing ever when he discovers you like to read too

The two of you have your own little book club

You'll each read the same book and then have a little meeting when it's over to discuss what you thought of it.

He can also get really emotional and intense about them.

God knows the amount of times you've had to calm him down when a character has made a choice he didn't like.

I think Eris definitely likes to write too

Not seriously, but it's a good way for him to get his thoughts out and to escape from the day to day of his reality.

And he loves to have you read his work

To see the way your face lights with joy as your eyes flick through his beautiful prose.

A small smile upon his lips at the knowledge that the muse for his writings was you.

Lucien

Lucien also likes to read.

But the way you read?

It terrifies him.

The way you obsess over the characters from your stories.

Your passionate opinions on their decisions and the plots.

God forbid Lucien says something about them that you don't agree with.

Lucien finds you positively feral when it comes to the stories you like.

But that doesn't stop him from wanting to show interest in them too.

Lucien likes to read all your favorite books and leave annotations of his thoughts in the margins.

This was exactly how the two of you had gotten together, the male having gifted you with a copy of a book he had noticed you reading.

The pages filled with scratchy comments and opinions on everything that happened.

Lucien pours his soul into his annotations and you love that.

Lucien is also a poetry man.

He loves to recite verses to you which stick out to him

Sometimes they were romantic, making your heart stop in your chest and breath catch in your throat.

But Lucien was also a fan of satirical poetry

The most ridiculous, corny things you have ever heard.

He'll come find you as you're going about your day and recite his latest read to you - your eyes rolling to the back as you did so, yet you fail to hide the smile which crosses your face every time he does so.

He has also tried to write you poetry before, express the depth of his feelings towards you. Safe to say his lame attempt of a limerick earnt him a scoff and had you hiding all his poetry books from him for the next month.

#acotar #fanfic #acotar imagine #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #cassian x reader #eris vanserra x reader #cassian #eris vanserra #rhysand x reader #rhysand #lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra x reader

[parkerslatte]

14 and 45 with azriel and it’s really fluffy! Thanks and congratulations 🎉🎉

A/N: tysm for your request! I hope you enjoy :)

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Drunken Kisses

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Summary: It is Azriel’s birthday and Y/N originally wouldn’t be able to spend the day with him. The Inner Circle take him to Rita’s and he gets extremely drunk and Y/N surprises him.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

3000 Follower Celebration

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Azriel rarely got drunk, at least to the point of losing control of his body. He didn’t mind getting tipsy from time to time but he could simply have a good time being surrounded by his family. However as Cassian placed another drink in front of him, one that would surely tip him over that edge of being drunk to the point of memory loss, Azriel missed the one person who should have been sitting by his side. 

“Where is Y/N?” Azriel slurred as he sipped his drink. “It’s my birthday, she should be here.”

Amused looks were passed throughout the Inner Circle as Azriel pouted. Y/N had been away at the Summer Court for nearly two months now but Azriel felt like it had been a lot longer. From the moment Y/N went away, Azriel missed her. Ever since the two had gotten together nearly ten years ago, they hadn’t spent too much time apart. 

“I miss her so much,” he whined. “She has never been gone this long before.”

“She’s only been gone two months Az,” Cassian said. “I thought you were meant to be the patient one.”

“I am,” Azriel protested. “But I miss her.” Azriel finished his drink. There was a silent communication within the group to not give the shadowsinger another drink. 

Cassian clapped a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “It’s your birthday, put a smile on your face!”

Azriel shook his head. “I’ll only put a smile on my face if Y/N sits next to me right now.”

Azriel folded his arms across his chest. His heart hurt from being away from Y/N. When Rhys had sent her to the Summer Court, he begged him to go with her. Rhys refused, Azriel had his own work that he needed to focus on. The day Y/N left, Azriel was the one to bring her to the Summer Court. As soon as they arrived, Azriel refused to let go of her. His arms remained around her waist as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. 

“Please come back with me,” Azriel mumbled into her hair. 

Y/N hugged him tighter. “I can’t, my love. I have to do my job. I wish I could.”

“I will miss you,” Azriel said, resting his forehead against hers.

“I will miss you too,” Y/N said, pressing a kiss against his lips. 

Azriel was ripped out of his own memory as he felt someone sit next to him. He took no interest in who it was as he stared at the empty glass in front of him. Azriel never thought it was possible to miss someone this much. The constant pain in his chest from their separation was something he never wished to experience again. 

“Az, there’s someone who is trying to get your attention,” Feyre said, looking between the shadowsinger and the new presence that had joined their table. 

“I’m not interested,” Azriel grumbled. “If it’s not Y/N, then I don’t care.”

“Then maybe you should actually look for yourself, brother,” Cassian replied. 

As Azriel finally raised his gaze from the empty glass he looked at each face of his family who were simply staring at him in amusement. His gaze drifted around the circle until they landed on the one person he had been talking about all night. 

A goofy smile appeared on Azriel’s face as he looked at Y/N. “You’re here!”

Y/N smiled at her mate, as he reached out to her. She simply moved until she was close enough for him to pull her onto his lap. 

“I missed you so much, my love,” Y/N mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday.”

Azriel’s head nuzzled into her neck as he breathed in her scent. “I love you. Don’t ever leave again.” His words were slurred and quiet. 

With one hand, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair and with her other hand she gently stroked his cheek. 

“When did you get back, Y/N?” Feyre asked, sipping her drink. 

“Only an hour ago,” Y/N responded. “I asked Rhys where all of you were.”

Azriel hugged Y/N closer to him and began to press small kisses against her neck. Y/N simply smiled. 

“Can we go home?” Azriel asked, his lips grazing her ear. “I wanna kiss you so badly. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, pressing a kiss against his forehead. 

Once she pulled away, Azriel pouted. “I wanted to kiss your lips.”

From beside Azriel and Y/N, Cassian laughed. “It’d be best to take him home, Y/N. He’s been like this all night.”

Azriel hand caresses Y/N’s thigh as he begins to pepper kisses across her jaw, completely ignoring Cassian. Y/N intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand gently. 

“Let’s go home,” Azriel begged. 

Y/N turned back to him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Azriel practically melted. His mind was solely focussed on Y/N. As her lips pulled away from his, Azriel whined. 

“Come on, let’s go,” Y/N said, slipping from his lap. 

Azriel jumped up from his seat, swaying on his feet as the room spun around him. 

“Good luck, Y/N,” Cassian commented. 

Y/N shoved him playfully as she walked past him. “I will see you all tomorrow.”

“Not likely,” Cassian said. “You’ve been gone two months, I’m sure Azriel will keep you within your bed all day tomorrow.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you all whenever then.”

Azriel gripped onto her hand and tugged her to him. Y/N waved back at her family before being pulled out into the night air. There weren’t many people on the streets, many being home or in the many different bars and pubs in Velaris. 

The couple hadn’t even made it far enough away for the music to be completely inaudible before Azriel pulled Y/N into his arms. Y/N let out a noise of surprise before wrapping her arms around him. 

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” Azriel muttered. His wings encased the two of them, giving them more privacy. “It- it hurts to be away from you.”

Y/N pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheeks. His hazel eyes bore into hers. “It hurt me too, Az. I thought about you every single day.”

“I felt it,” Azriel said, placing a hand over his heart. “I felt all the love you would send my way.”

Y/N rested her forehead against his. “Well I needed to remind you how loved you are.”

A large smile spread across his face before he was surging forward and captured her lips with his own. In his drunken state, he stumbled as he threw himself off balance. Pulling away with a laugh, Y/N rested her hands on his shoulders. “Let’s get back home. We can do all the kissing you want.”

Azriel’s face brightened. “Really? What about anything else?” Y/N rolled her eyes at her insatiable mate. “We can focus on that tomorrow and when you are sober.”

Azriel huffed. “Fine.”

Y/N giggled and wrapped him in one final hug. Azriel had never felt such love before and as soon as he met Y/N, he never wanted to live in a world without it. Every single touch sent his senses into overdrive. He was normally one who could control his emotions well but he could never control them around Y/N. She could always tell exactly what he was feeling at any point. To Azriel, Y/N was his home. Wherever she was, it was where he wanted to be. 

“Your hugs feel like home,” Azriel said. “You feel like home.”

Y/N only held onto him tighter, a feeling of warmth coursing down the bond and Azriel smiled. I deserve this, Azriel thought. I really deserve this. 

“I know you said that I feel like home,” Y/N began, “but can we go to our actual home? It is getting quite cold out and we can go and cosy up by the fire and you will get all of the kisses you want.”

Azriel pulled away and smiled. The smile only Y/N saw. “Then let’s go home, I only wish to be with you all night.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “Happy birthday, Az.”

“You are the greatest gift I have ever received,” Azriel responded, intertwining their fingers together.

#acotar x reader #acotar #azriel fluff #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #a court of thorns and roses

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Being Kidnapped HC (ft. poly!Mates Bat Boys)

Warnings: I’m on a bat boys kick 🙃 has nothing to do with the fact that i'm missing my ex and now just want a strong male (or three) to take care of me lol, blood mentioned, violence, protective boys, polyamorous, drugged reader (faebane)

Summary: Bat Boys rescue their mate

It’s bound to happen

No matter your own power, there will always be others in Prythian who think kidnapping you will give them some sort of leverage over your winged mates

Others kidnap you to experiment on you. Why is it that the Cauldron gifted you three mates? Many wanted to know what made you different than the other fae who only have one mate

Whatever reason they had, it kept you constantly on your toes when you didn’t have one of the boys by your side.

Even in Velaris you were always on guard. You could never be too careful

Many were close calls where you were able to escape

The worse cases were when the boys had to intervene

One of Az’s shadows always accompanied you everywhere you went. Finding you was never a problem for them. There was nowhere in the world they wouldn’t be able to find you

That always set whatever worry you may have at ease

What you never looked forward to was the bloodshed that would follow

“Just take me back. Take me back and I’m sure you’ll be forgiven.” You’d try to talk your captor out of whatever plan they had in store for you. Give them a chance to change their minds.

Usually that earned you a slap across your face and vile words thrown your way

You’d have no choice but to sit back and attempt once more to pull at your restraints. Faebane still flowed in your system. There was no way you could use your magic, let alone your strength.

No way to telepathically contact your mates because of the Faebane

But you can feel the comforting coiling of Az’s shadow around your wrist

And slowly, the shadowsinger appears in the room you are kept captive

The guards assigned to watch you are easily killed by Azriel who doesn’t bother looking at them. Concerned eyes concentrated on you. “Are you alright, sweetling?” He frees you from your shackles and cups your cheeks in his scarred hands. Something dark flickers in his eyes when he spots the red mark on your face from where one of your captors had slapped you.

You could hear the sound of battle going on the other side of the. Well, mainly screams as your fae captors were torn limb from limb by Rhys and Cassian.

The splattering of blood against stone walls hits your ears. You can only imagine the carnage

They tried to shield you from most of the violence but you knew that this offense would not be taken lightly from your mates. Only seeing red and hungry for the flesh of whoever dared to lay an aggressive hand on you.

When quiet finally reined, the door opens to reveal Cassian. Wordlessly, Azriel hands you over to Cassian's strong arms. You don't care that he's covered in blood and gore. He's smiling widely at you.

"Sorry we took so long." Cassian would apologize and hold you closely to his barrel chest. He cocks his head over to the doorway. "Rhys has the boss. I'm sure he'd appreciate your help with him."

Azriel, like always, leaves you with a kiss to the cheek before he leaves.

"Shit, they really banged you around. . ." You catch Cassian curse under his breath.

"Nothing I can't handle." It wasn't the worse abuse you'd been dealt with. "Their punches were as light as a feather."

Snorting, Cassian places his lips against your brow. "You wanna go watch the interrogation?"

"Fuck yeah I do."

Just because you were accustomed to it, didn't mean you wouldn't be petty as fuck

later when they got you home, Rhysand refused to let you out of his arms. You were cleaned up on his lap. Rhysand had a few specks of blood on his face that he didn't bother to wipe away. When you take it upon yourself to reach up and clean it, he turns his face into your palm and kisses your fingers.

Safe and sound, surrounded by your bat boys.

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[thehighladywrites]

Beneath their smiles

ft. Rhysand

SUMMARY: You find out your friends used you for status, leaving you heartbroken. Rhysand is here for you<3

warnings: swearing, hurt, comfort,fluff, shitty friends, nice revenge.

A/N: Kind of a personal one for me, I used to have shitty friends like this so this was really satisfying to write😋

banners: @cafekitsune

There was nothing in the world that Rhys hated more than seeing you upset.

What could have possibly made his sweet darling this upset? You were sitting in his lap, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He had one hand supporting your back while the other was drawing soothing circles. You were crying your eyes out, hiccuping, not even managing to talk properly between sobs when he asked what had happened to you.

You sat there for hours, listening to him whisper calming words of love and support. Finally, you looked up to him and the sight broke his heart.

After your crying session, your eyes were bloodshot, puffy, and swollen. Dried tear streaks ran down your face, making you look utterly drained, vulnerable, and sad. His protective instincts upon seeing his mate in such a vulnerable state were going crazy. It made him start making plans to confront whatever or whoever had made his mate cry so much. But Rhysand didn’t push you to speak if you weren’t ready. He knew you’d tell them whenever you were.

You took a steadying breath and spilled everything that had happened before your eyes started to blur again.

"Rhysie, I had the most horrible day ever. My friends completely cut me off for no good reason. They all made secret plans to catch up, and I saw them in front of me, laughing and huddled together. I so so badly wanted to go up to them, but when I got closer, I overheard them say that they weren't going to include me in their plans. They also whispered that I was a burden to you, and that a low-born nobody like me was only useful when getting invited to balls and parties – that our friendship was just a charade for their own amusement. They'd pretended to be my friends, but in reality, I was nothing more than a pawn in their game of social climbing. So, it turns out they were never truly friends; they were just using me for access to the stupid parties they craved. I feel so foolish,Rhys. They always chattered about parties and festivals, but I thought they enjoyed my company. “

He kissed your temple and let you silently cry on his shoulder again. He masked any anger he had, because it wasn’t about his revenge now, it was about comforting you.

“Oh, my sweet darling, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You deserve real friends who appreciate you for who you are, not just for the parties you can provide. You’re such a kind and wonderful person, and this experience with those vermins doesn’t define your worth at all. We’ll get through this together, my love. I promise you’ll find new, genuine friends who will value you for the amazing person you are, and who will see your kind heart and genuine soul. Remember that I’m always here for you, and I love you so much, okay? If you want to, we can banish them.”

You give him a tired smile and let out a sigh of comfort at the feel of love he sends through the bond. He gives you a sweet, loving kiss as he carries you to bed, tucking you to lay with one arm on his chest as you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. He had an arm protectively slung around your waist, keeping you as close as possible.

” Thanks Rhysie, m’so happy to have you forever. I love you s’much. But that’s not necessary, I have something better in mind. “

“ Of course darling, I love you too, can’t wait to hear about this diabolical plan my baby has planned. “

You let out a genuine laugh, and he gives you a last kiss before he pulls you closer. He runs his hands through your hair, as he always does whenever you’re upset, lulling you to a comforting sleep.

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The night was beautiful, millions of starts decorated the dark sky, and the music filled the air. You and Rhysand were hosting an exquisite starfall party in your home. It was a celebration that enhanced the beauty of Velaris. A perfect night for some payback.

As the guests were flown up to The House of Wind, elegant guests in shimmering attire began to mingle with eachother. Among them was all of your friends and family from other courts, like Helion, Kallias and Vivienne, Thesan, Tarquin and so many more joined to celebrate.

Suddenly, at the edge of the entrance, your oblivious friends huddled together ready to dance the night away. Their faces masked with false smiles and ill intentions. They attempted to join the festivities, whispering and snickering, oblivious to the icy glares they received from your inner circle who knew of their betrayal.

However, the sentries, loyal to Rhysand, stood firm. As your friends approached, the guards blocked their path, not allowing them a step further.

"Sorry, but you can't enter," Declan, one of the sentries declared, his voice carrying authority.

Your friends exchanged bewildered glances, their arrogance suddenly shattered by reality. They had always been invites to the High Lords party, what the hell was going on?

"What do you mean?" one of them demanded, her voice tinged with false innocence. "We were invited."

The sentry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. " We have specific orders to not let you in. In fact if you don’t move, I’ll throw all of you in a holding cell for the night. Move along. ”

Seeing the High Lord's sentinel not wavering their stance, the mean friends grew flustered. They attempted to argue, to demand, to manipulate. But Velaris, under the rule of Rhysand, had no place for those who betrayed and used others for personal gain. Especially not his perfect mate. No, they weren’t ever going to hurt you again.

” I think there has been a mistake. Do you know how we are? We’re friends with the Lady of night, and we’re always invited. So let us speak to Y/N she’ll know who we are. ”

Tired of seeing their pathetic attempts, you drag Rhysand over to them to resolve the situation. But before you can say anything, Rhysand speaks up as he looks at them with disgust and wrath.

"Your actions towards my mate and your Lady are disgraceful. It's clear you've treated her with cruelty and deceit. You've shown a complete lack of respect and compassion. In my city, I value loyalty and kindness, qualities you so clearly lack. Know that I won't tolerate any more harm coming her way, because if any of harrass my mate again, I’ll see to it that it’s the last thing you do.

You’ve been asked to leave once, and you won’t be asked again. This is a night of celebration and unity, not a place for your pathetic attempt at deception. Your presence here is unwelcome, and I will not tolerate any disruption. It’s in your best interest to leave now, before Declan makes good on his word. ”

You look to him with a small smile and say into his mind,

” Thank you honey, I don’t know if I would’ve had the strenght to say all that. I love you so much. ”

” I love you too, but don’t thank me darling, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. ”

Defeated and stunned your now former friends were left with no choice but to retreat, their faces flushed with embarrassment and anger as they slinked away from the entrance, watched by the crowd.

Observing the whole scene you both couldn't help but smile as he tightened his hold on you. He had protected his mate and ensured that the party remained a celebration of true friendships, leaving no room for something other than that.

#rhys acotar #rhysand #rhysand x reader #acotar

[b0xerdancer-writes]

It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 3

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that hes already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander (I love Mor but it’s a plot point for later on I promise!), cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,941

Notes: Part 3 is here, bit of a shorter chapter but im happy with where I left it off at, lots of Lucien and Eris bonding this chapter. Enjoy sweet affectionate drunk Eris. Not proofread at all. I posted this on my break. Posted on wrong account earlier oops!

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“You promised me we could go dance when I got back.” Happily intoxicated and finally relaxed, he wrapped his arms around me surrounding me with his scent of firewood and cinnamon. 

Lucien gave me an apologetic look from over Eris’s shoulder, as Eris nuzzled into my neck and hummed sweetly. A blush crept to my face at the overly affectionate display from the eldest Vanserra brother. His breath fanned across my collarbone as purred against me and I couldn’t help but feel an ache in my chest wishing for this to be a regular thing that I got to experience, but I was drawn from my spot as the forms of Azriel and Rhys talking with the other reentered Rita’s. I tapped Eris lightly on the shoulder and he made a hum of acknowledgement, his honey amber eyes seeking out my own  as he moved to pull me towards the floor. 

Just as I moved to stand myself I felt a squeeze of my hand from Mor, who was giving me a look that was a mix of sympathetic and apologetic.

 “I..,” she looked down into her lap where her other hand rested. “I never meant to lie, and I never meant for it to get so out of control like it is now. I, just, I’m sorry. I mean it. For what happened.”

I gave her a soft smile and squeezed back, biting back any bitter remarks that echoed in my brain after all these years of holding contempt against her. “Hey, no worries. We all have to do and say things to get by.”

She smiled softly back at me and moved her hand from mine into her lap as she let Eris pull me to the dance floor. She took a sip of wine and her shoulders deflated as Azriel and Rhys slid into the booth with her. Lucien had moved to the bar talking with the bartender there, though I couldn't see if he was ordering another drink or not. 

Eris pulled me close to him away from the prying eyes of the inner circle as he put his hands around my waist and tucked me into his chest, a slight rumble echoing there that I could only feel through the music.  The music was a slower one then what normally came from the live bands that rotated through, and Eris used it to his advantage as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, a small tilt of curiosity in his voice.

He brought my wrist up to his lips and pressed them to the small tattoo barely bigger than a fingernail. “What kinda deal did you make with her, hmm?” 

I moved to cup his face with the same hand he kissed. “You're too far gone to understand the significance of what it means right now if I told you.” I smiled softly, moving to pull him with the music as it began picking up into a faster beat, a new song.

He raised a brow at me with a cocky, sarcastic, yet relaxed look on his face. Mischief danced in his eyes, I’d never get used to how good that looked on him.

“I’m sure even in my haze I’ll understand.” He smirked as he pulled me tight against him, a move that was influenced by a mix of the music and trying to lure me into giving him what he wants; A move I knew all too well, that managed to bring me to my knees everytime.

I sighed as I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down so he could hear me over the pounding music. “It was a deal to get her to stop slandering you so much, I didn;t even think it was going to be a deal. Think she made it so I would understand how much she was sorry for everything she did.”

His eyes twinkled, as a smile bloomed on his face that made him practically glow. He cupped my face with both hands, eyes locking with mine. “You stood up for me again? Made a whole bargain just so I wouldn’t be slandered?”

I nodded and he purred loud enough I could hear it even with the blaring music. My heart skipped a beat as he dropped my face and pressed my body into his, leaning down to whisper into my ear.

“Darling,” he mused “I will never be able to repay you for all the favors you do for me. Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to my temple before he spun me around and pressed my back against his chest with a smirk.

“Plus, when you defended me against Azriel’s words earlier it was pretty hot little fox~.” He purred into my ear, blush crept into my cheeks and I spun out of his hold. 

He’s just drunk. There was no meaning behind his words really, just trying to get a rise out of me. “Get it together Eris, quit playing these games of yours.” I rolled my eyes and he let out a childish giggle.

“Okay, Okay fine. You win.” He surrendered but the mischief in his eyes wasn't gone.

He took my hand in his and spun me into him grabbing at my hands to lift me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. He smiled wickedly at me, cheers erupted around us as the song came to a dramatic close. My eyes scanned the crowd behind Eris, everyone must have been watching us dance, he had managed to pull me into the center of the floor without me realizing. 

He smirked at me and I leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Sly fox.”  

His hand that supported my weight on my ass was a searing heat against me though he wasnt using any of his power. I jumped from his grasp to pull him into a quick bow. I was going to need several more drinks if this was how the night was going to proceed, sly remarks and lingering touches all masked under the influence of alcohol. 

Song after song played and we let eachother lose ourselves in the others' touches and remarks. Fuck it, if this was temporary I was bound and fucking determined to enjoy what attention like this I could get from my mate, even if he didn’t know that little fact he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was. Eventually as the night grew later I felt Rhys’s claws against my shields and I greeted him with a grumble for interrupting.

“Heading home, Feyre is starting to miss Nyx. Have fun, but not too much fun. Sorry for earlier I should have stepped in, I know you wouldn’t have let anyone talk about Feyre like that in my absence.” I felt his power rub against my conscience apologetically, it felt sad and remorseful.

“Have a goodnight Rhys, tell Feyre night for me too.” I laughed softly. “Don’t worry Rhys, I'll be good. I wont say it’s okay cause its not and your right but I’ll forgive you brother. I love you, have a goodnight.”

“I will, love you too.” He slipped out of my thoughts with an affectionate caress and my shields slid back into place.

As I returned my attention to Eris he was pouting, brows furrowed as he looked into my eyes. “What’s wrong Eris?” 

He let out a huff like a child throwing a tantrum. “Tell Rhys to leave you alone, it's us time.” 

I smiled and wanted to laugh at his childish behavior but bit it back as I smoothed out his hair. “Don’t worry you poor thing, he's gone now, he was just apologizing and saying good night.”

He pouted further when I called him a poor thing and it made me smile softly, a warmth blooming in my chest, but once he noticed my full attention was back on him he perked up. We danced for a while longer till the alcohol seemed to lessen from his system and he deflated as he held me close. 

“I have to go back to Autumn soon.” He sighed, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. 

I couldn’t stand seeing him upset. “Welcome back to the land of the coherent.” I joked trying to cheer him up and I felt him smile against me.

“Thank you, I mean it. You always put me first and I’ll never be able to repay you for all of it.” He mumbled into my shoulder.

I rubbed at his shoulders as he leaned against me for a moment before I began pulling him off the dance floor. “I gotta close out our tab but then we can go relax for a bit before you have to leave, okay?”

He nodded, eyes not glimmering nearly as much as they had been and my heart ached for him. I pulled him with me to the bar, the tender busy making drinks told us it would be a minute before he could get to us. Eris bid his time wrapping his arms around my waist and buried his face in between my shoulders. I held his hands that were firmly clasped around me with one of mine as I finally closed our tab out. He growled under his breath when I made him release me so we could leave the bar and I swatted his hand softly with a giggle. 

“You big teddy bear, we do have to leave the bar you know? You wanna go to the house of the wind? Or I actually share an apartment with Lucien in the city we can go there?” I crooned at him and felt him giggle into my shoulder.

“-partment” He cut himself off as he mumbled into my back.

“Wanna winnow or walk?” I rubbed at his forearm softly connecting the freckles that littered his skin.

“Walk, I don't know if I can winnow without getting sick.” He looked up from my shoulder, only his eyes showing over my shoulder. The gold and orange flecks in his amber eyes illuminated by the faelight signs behind the bar advertising the different brands they carried.

My breath caught in my throat as I entwined my hand with his and led him from the bar. He grumbled under his breath as I stepped out of his grasp. “I was comfy.”

I had to fight a giggle. “And I promise you, you can be comfy again when we get to the apartment.” 

He mumbled a fine and moved to step in front of me so he could hold the door open for me to pass through. “Fine. I guess that's an acceptable promise then.”

I smiled up at him as I passed and turned around to offer my hand out to him again. A smile crept onto his face but exhaustion was present in his eyes as he entangled his hand in mine. 

The walk to the apartment was slow, purposely though, so Eris could postpone having to put that mask back on and return to his court. It would probably be a week till I saw him again, a week for him that would be full of having to strategically put on a mask around his fathers court till he could replace them and build it the way he wanted to.

I felt a tug on my hand as Eris stopped to look out at the mountaintops, where a single shooting star fell and disappeared behind them. 

He looked over at me and a soft barely there smile graced his features. “You make a wish?” 

I would only ever wish for one thing, felt like  if I asked for more then it would be too greedy of me, especially when the mother and the cauldron couldn't even grant me my single wish. 

I nodded in response and the softest smile graced his features and his entire body seemed to relax. “So did I.”

I wanted to ask what he wished for but knew there was the superstition about if you told what your wish was that it wouldn’t come true, so I left the question unasked. He took a step back to my side and motioned to the sidewalk ahead of us.

“Ready whenever you are.” He looked down on me and the shop lights caught his eyes making them flicker like fire.

Fuck I wanted to kiss him here and now, but if I did I put everything on the table. I couldn’t lose this so I opted to push the feeling down and it felt like I was going to suffocate as I pulled him towards the apartment again. The rest of the walk was quiet Eris falling into line beside me. Once we made it to the apartment I led him up the stairs to see no lights on, Lucien must still be out then I reasoned. 

I pushed the door open, the wards clicking to life and unlocking at my presence. Inside was decorated in a mix of autumn and night colors, mine and Lucien’s safe haven here. The couch was large enough to fit both me, Lucien and one other person, the wood frame was a dark almost black color and the fabric that lined it a deep reddish orange that had reminded me of eris’s hair when we picked it out. A large blanket made of fur was thrown across the back of it, in case me or Lucien passed out there, on one of the 2 throw pillows it came with. Lucien had picked out a reading chair that was a deep emerald green that he’d tucked into a corner by a bookshelf, I knew he picked the color because it reminded him of Tamlin and the Spring Court but said nothing to him. He had a similar blanket to the one on the couch folded on the ottoman that matched the chair, the novel Lucien had been reading before he left for his mission sat bookmarked on top of the blanket. 

Plants and candles littered the space, nicknacks reminiscent of Spring and autumn sat on nearly every shelf.  A small coffee table separated the couch from the fireplace, on it my own books sat, one a precursor to the one Lucien had been reading and the other a gift from my father when I was younger that talked about constellations and astronomy. As I led Eris inside I could see his eyes sparkle and watched his shoulders completely deflate as he stepped over the boundary, I closed the door behind him and the wards locked into place again. 

Eris looked around a second before he found himself standing in front of the fireplace. He squatted down and sparked the fire to life before he stood back up and spotted a small wooden carved figure of a fox sitting regally, it had scratches and tiny dents in the soft wood but it was after all over 500 years old. Eris picked it up and turned it over, his eyes found mine and he looked like he was going to start crying.

“You still have this?” His voice cracked. Fuck.

I nodded. “Of course I do, it was the first gift you ever gave me.”

He had carved that fox for me by the edge of the pond the next time we had visited, it had become our regular spot to go when our fathers were meeting.

He set it back into its spot and wiped his eyes where tears had begun to bubble. I moved to sit on the couch and he took a few shaky steps forward before he dropped to his knees and buried his face in my lap, tears spilling from his eyes. Fuck this was so similar to the day he had been told he was to be engaged to Mor. 

I entwined my fingers in his hair, trying to sooth him softly but my own tears were beginning to line my eyes. We sat and he cried in my lap for an hour before he began falling asleep where he sat on the floor with his head on my knees. I couldn’t begin to comprehend why me still having that fox caused him to break like that, I wanted to ask but knew if I pried it would probably cause more pain. Somewhere the voice in my head answered me with the thought “because it shows you actually care. That you've always been there and always will be.”

I noticed his breathing had slowed, only catching here or there and I moved a stray hair behind his ear and he looked up at me, his sorrow filled eyes finding mine.

“You aren’t going back tonight, are you? It's awfully late and I wouldn’t want you to get sick from winnowing.” My voice was barely audible but he shook his head and sniffled softly.

“Then let's go get you into some comfy clothes, yeah?” He nodded and leaned back onto his knees to let me stand.

As I stood I ran my fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes to lean into my touch. Mother save me, even after crying for so long he still managed to look so pretty. I extended my hand out to him and he placed his in mine gently, as he stood his knees popped and he cringed; he had spared them no mercy with the force he collapsed onto them with earlier.

I led him to Lucien’s room, the two had to be a similar size I gathered based on what it looked like when they stood beside each other earlier. An old wooden dresser was tucked into the corner of the younger male’s room and I led eris to sit on the bed as I scrounged through the drawers till I found a pair of sleep pants. I pulled a loose white sleep shirt from the closet and passed them to Eris. 

“Go ahead and change, I’m going to slip into some comfy clothes of my own. My rooms right across the hall, when you are done just head to the living room. I’ll make us some tea and we can relax. Okay?” he just nodded as he looked at the clothes and I slipped out of the room, closing the door and stepping into my own room. 

I pulled a wine, almost maroon color set of satin pajama set, a tank top and pair of shorts, from my own dresser; quick to change into them I wrapped a matching sleep robe over my shoulders and slipped back out into the hallway. I could see Eris’s shadow on the wall of the hallway, the events of the day catching up to me as I processed everything now that I finally had a moment to breathe softly. I stepped into the kitchen, making us a pot of chamomile tea, drizzling the slightest bit of honey into our cups. 

Eris looked at me with the saddest smile as I handed him the cup and he took a sip of it. I put my own cup on the coffee table Eris following suit as he swallowed; he scooted a few inches down before he laid down on the couch, his head on my lap. My fingers found his hair as I watched the fire flicker in the hearth, he had one hand resting right above my knee which he clung to me with as if I would be ripped from his grasp. 

After a few minutes his breathing became shallow and I looked down at his sleeping face. He finally looked relaxed, I reached above him to pull the fur blanket onto his frame, and began humming a soft lullaby my father would sing to me when I was upset. 

I must have fallen asleep myself, because next thing I know I was woken up by the wards unlocking. As the door was pushed open Lucien stilled in the doorway, eyes wide like he had walked in on something he shouldn’t have. He settled after a second and shut the door behind him softly, wards clicking locked.

“I thought he was going back tonight?” Lucien raised a brow in question.

“He was originally. I offered to bring him back here to relax before he had to go back…” I trailed off

“But?” Lucien brought our cups to the kitchen, sitting them softly in the sink with a clink.

“When we got back, he spotted the little fox he carved me and broke down crying. I mean he was fully on his knees crying into my lap Luci.” I sighed and tucked a stray hair away from Eris’s face.

Lucien hummed in acknowledgement, quickly washing the cups and putting them away. “You know why?”

“No. He didn't say anything once he stopped crying.” I mumbled softly watching the way Eris’s features softened as I stroked his hair back.

Lucien stalked across the living room barely making a sound, besides a creak of a floor board. Leaning back and kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, he threw the blanket over his legs and sat the book on his lap.

“Its because he has realized that after all this time, you still genuinely care about him. That you have never once had a thing against him, never once thought him the terrible male everyone else does. That you still care, always have and always will.” Lucien sighed before he continued. “After all they said tonight, I think it got to him. When we went to the bathroom, he said something that got to me even. It didn’t make sense to me till now.”

I looked up at Lucien who had his head leaned back and was staring at the ceiling. “What did he say?”

His amber eye found mine, something serious in them. “I barely caught it under his breath, probably shouldn’t have even heard it. But he said ‘she's why i’m doing this, she’s why I’ve got to be better, she’s why.’ He was practically chanting it under his breath. I think Azriel’s words got in his head, I know he struggled with feeling he was enough of a good male to still call you his friend. Our father’s abuse broke how he views himself, so under that mask he wears opinions to get to him when it's. It’s a lot for him, it gets to him.”

I nodded, felt the tears line my eyes again but Lucien caught me off before I could say anything. “So when he saw that one little figure, it might be silly to you to see him cry over it but it was proof that even to one person, one person he cares for more than the Prythian itself, that he is none of those things and that someone actually cares, shattered him. Trust me when I say this hun, but he would raze all the courts to the ground if something happened to you, so yeah your opinion of him matters more than anything to him.”

Tears ran down my face slowly. “But why?”

“Why what?”Lucien half smiled.

“Why do I matter so much” I sniffled

“Honestly, I don't know, just do. If I had to guess it's because you have been there since the beginning, since before his life went to shit.” Lucien hummed. “Now stop crying or you’ll wake him up, wipe your cheeks off.”

I wiped my face and nodded quickly. “Can I ask something?” Lucien mused.

I nodded. “Yeah?”

“You emphasized the fact that he was on his knees. Like you had seen it before, what happened last time that made you realize how important the reason for crying was to him, whatever it was?” He returned his gaze to the ceiling.

“It was the woods after he was informed about his engagement to Mor…” I mumbled and looked down to watch how Eris’s fingers clung to my leg. 

“Oh.” Lucien hissed.

“He snuck out a bottle of alcohol and we ran off to our spot in the woods. He broke down in my arms, we broke down and cried together.” I sighed “He begged me to not leave him alone in the world.” 

Lucien sat up fairly quickly. “He.. He begged you?” Lucien’s eyes both found purchase on me. “He thought you would leave him and he begged you to stay?”

I nodded. “He begged and apologized and we both cried harder than I thought was possible. He asked if I hated him Lucien.” The younger male sucked in the sharp breath.

“What did you say to him?” The redhead murmured to me like it was almost forbidden to say it out loud.

“I promised him that I never have, never could, and never will.” I brushed Eris’s hair out of his face again and he smiled in his sleep and purred against my thigh.

Lucien’s eyes widened as if he realized something that had eluded him for years. “You made a deal with him that you would never be able to hate him… You wouldn't have made that deal unless you knew it couldn’t be broken no matter what. Your mates aren’t you?” 

I nodded and Lucien wiped his face with your hands. “He doesn't know does he?” 

I shook my head again. “No he doesn't” 

Lucien hissed under his breath. “Oh now you two have most definitely worked yourselves into a mess.”

I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”

“He loves you, I know that much. For you to matter that much to him he has too. He chose you for this whole fake dating thing for a reason then” Lucien mumbled. 

I stilled and cut him off. “He said he chose me because I was the first female that came to mind that he trusted enough to ask to do this.” I hissed.

“The first female,” Lucien hissed back, “Because he is in love with you.”

We both sighed loudly and Lucien turned to me with a soft look in his eyes. “Just don’t let him burn himself out is all I ask. He’s the only other good member of my family, snuck me out to Spring Court, warned me about what they were going to do to Jes.”

I nodded and he stood. “I'm going to go take a bath, have a good night, I’ll see you both in the morning.”

Jesminda came up, after all these years it was still a sore spot for him. Especially after he had seen Elain hanging on Azriel, I was just surprised he brought it up himself. Showed how much Eris truly meant to him, made sense why he cared so much but his wording confused me. 

“What do you mean by ‘Don’t let him burn himself out?’ Lucien?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. 

Lucien stilled in the archway of the hall, his back still to me as he looked over his shoulder. “I mean he is willing to play with as much fire as it takes to stay close to you even if he burns out in the process. Don’t let him burn out, keep his spark ignited, fan it into a raging forest fire. We both know the capability he has to become one of the best males there is, we both know the only reason he has to do that now is you. He is reforming Autumn for you it seems like. Keep that spark fanned, strike out whoever wants to snuff it. The only thing keeping him burning is you.” Lucien’s mind was racing as he spoke but mine was equally so. 

He turned and looked me dead in the eyes, a fire raged deep within them. “Promise me, make a deal with me here and now.”

“What?” I was taken off guard by his tone of voice.

He strode over to me with his hand extended. “Let's make a deal here and now that you will protect him, that you won't let him burn out or let anything bad ever happen to him again. That you’ll chase his terrible thoughts away, just like you did tonight, whenever they become unbearable for him.” 

I looked back down at his hand, then back up into his amber and metal eyes. I placed my hand firmly in his. “It's a deal.”

I didn’t want anything from Lucien in exchange, knew we both wanted the same thing here, for Eris to be happy. I knew what my purpose was the second I felt the sting of a new bargain tattoo on my upper right arm. As I pulled back from Lucien and looked to the spot i had felt the sting, I knew that no matter how long it was going to take even if we got into a terrible argument after this arrangement, that I would wait for Eris and be there to chase his fears away, knew the second my eyes locked on the tattoo that perfectly mirrored the wooden fox Eris carved for me all those years ago.  In the same spot on Lucien’s shoulder was a constellation in deep red ink.  

Lucien smiled at me and returned to the archway calling over his shoulder before he disappeared with a smirk. “Goodnight Sister.”

It felt like my body absorbed all the heat it could from Eris and pushed it right into my face, my heart racing and an ache settled in my chest that was only soothed by Eris’s fingers clinging slightly tighter to me. I settled taking the second throw pillow and putting it behind my head, the least Lucien could have done was give me his blanket before he left, Fuck. 

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[glossamerfaerie]

ACOTAR characters and the solar eclipse

Cassian: stares directly at the hidden sun without protective glasses, the dummy.

Nesta: whacks Cassian for his stupidity. She is unamused by her mate tackling her into his arms and flying straight into the clouds. Once she stops scowling and struggling, Nesta is quietly awed by how beautiful the sky looks. They spend the next few hours in the skies, flying north and following the eclipse’s path to the Illyrian mountains.**

Gwyn: hangs out in the training ground with her fellow priestesses, Emerie, and Azriel. Cassian had grabbed Nesta in the middle of training, and everyone else had agreed to pause their drills to admire the sky. While the priestesses and Emerie chatter amongst themselves, Gwyn notices that Az has removed himself from the group and is standing near the weapon rack. Gwyn approaches Az, teasing him that as a Shadowsinger, the eclipse is a triumphant moment for the shadows to come out and conquer the training ground. A puzzled Az asks what she means. Gwyn shrugs, explaining that she’d noticed that the shadows avoid direct sunlight and stay away during morning training. She’d only ever seen them at night or inside the house, you see. At these words, the shadows cautiously exit the House of Wind — but they don’t swarm the darkened training ground like Gwyn expected. Instead the shadows stay close to Gwyn for the duration of the eclipse. Gwyn laughs in delight and pretends to bat them away in jest. When the returning sunshine marks the end of the eclipse, the shadows don’t disappear into the safety of the house. To Az’s shock, the shadows hover around Gwyn for the rest of training, seemingly immune to their fear of sunlight for the first time ever.

Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx: Feyre has ensured that Nyx can’t take off his protective glasses by accident, taping them securely to the back of his head. When the eclipse starts, Nyx gets very upset and starts bawling — not because he’s scared of the dark, but because this has never happened before and it’s scary. Feyre quickly uses her Day Court power to light up her body, distracting Nyx and providing a source of light. When that doesn’t quell the crying, Rhys comes over and does his Night Court blanket of darkness trick, coating the River House with his power and stars. It’s still dark, but Nyx is familiar with this kind of darkness and stops fussing. 🥹

Elain: watches the eclipse in her garden. Alone. When the sun disappears, Elain suddenly, desperately, irrationally wishes for Luci sunshine. She wishes for sunshine, nothing else. Elain is relieved when the world goes back to normal an hour later, chalking up her pesky thoughts to temporary insanity and sun deprivation.

Helion: there’s no solar eclipse in the Day Court, duh. The Prythian path of totality has a random break between the Dawn and Night courts. Even science and gravitational physics have to obey the court borders, obviously. Rhys did invite Helion to view the eclipse in Velaris, but Helion declined. He’d attended a previous eclipse centuries ago and felt his magic wane during the phenomenon; while beautiful to witness, Helion has no desire to experience that vulnerability again after Amarantha’s imprisonment.***

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I wrote this out very quickly and missed some folks — I’d love to know how you think the characters would react! Wanna add your own take? Feel free to reblog or comment. ☀️🌄☀️

** Yes, I know the eclipse travelled southwest in the real world, but let’s pretend it can go north. I don’t know if that’s possible with science 😭

*** Idea shamelessly stolen from Avatar: The Last Airbender 😅 Hey, it makes sense!

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Stumbling Home With You (part 2)

** I am so sorry for the late post😭. I have been going through a lot for the past few weeks. I have been having crippling dreams about Jacob Elordi that have left me almost useless to do anything. Anyways, here’s part 2! **

Warnings: Violence, mature themes, vulgar language, sexual themes, SMUT(?).

As Azriel strided toward you, the only thing you could do was keep your gaze on his. The way he was looking at you was paralyzing, his steps slow and calculated as he neared the edge of the bed. Your heart seemed to be on overdrive as you watched his eyes take in your figure from head to toe, his eyes turning a shade of hazel you hadn’t seen before.

Now, you weren’t a virgin by any means. But, every experience you had ever had with a man had been pretty average. Whether it was an alcohol induced one night stand, or a casual fuck buddy encounter, none of them had ever been with someone who meant something to you. They for damn sure hadn’t been toe curling like the scenarios you might have imagined with Azriel over the last few months.

Azriel wasn’t someone you could have sex with and move on from. You aren’t oblivious to your feelings for him. You have had a deep rooted fear when it came to this moment for a while. Once you had him, you knew you were done for. You had basically fallen in love with him already, and adding sex into the mix might make you go absolutely feral. The fear of having him, and then losing him, was way more prominent than not having him at all.

You weren’t aware of the frown that had etched on your features from your thoughts, and when Azriel lowered himself above you, the look of concern on his face caught you by surprise. His eyes flicked back and forth from your own, and before you could wipe the frown off of your face, he was talking.

“What are you thinking about?” came from his lips in a soft voice. A voice you noticed in the past that was reserved for you. You tried to piece a response together in your head, but there were so many thoughts bouncing around you struggled to voice your feelings. Right as you opened your mouth to respond, a frantic voice in your head cut you off. The guarded look on Azriel’s face confirmed that he heard it too.

“Velaris has been invaded. Hybern soldiers have broken through the wards. Where are you guys?” Rhys exclaimed, a panicked tone hidden under his words. Before you could even register what was happening, Azriel pushed himself off of you, his gaze still hardened like he was replying in his mind. While he was occupied, you pushed down the throb in your chest at the loss of contact and headed towards your wardrobe. Pulling out your leathers, you began the process of getting dressed for battle.

“What are you doing?” Azriel asked from behind you. You could hear the shuffle of clothing as he pulled his leathers back on. “Putting on my leathers? You heard Rhysand didn’t you? Velaris is under attack.” you pushed out, your voice occasionally getting muffled by the fabrics being pulled over your head.

“Yeah I heard him. Why are you acting like you’re about to go fight them off?” he questioned, his hands busy strapping on his holsters when you turned to look at him. “Because Az, I’m not going to sit around here and let them attack our city without trying to defend it. I’ve been training for years, it’s not like I’m not capable..” you ranted, a feeling of frustration taking over at the look on Azriel’s face. It almost looked like he was disappointed, a mixture of concern and sadness taking over his features.

“I didn’t say you weren’t capable (y/n). I think it would just be safer for you to stay here until it’s taken care of. Me and Cass can handle it. Hybern soldiers have no sense of reality. They’ll do anything they have to if they believe it is to serve the king. I don’t want you caught in the middle of that.” he went on, pulling his shoes on and coming back to a stand at the end of his words. His gaze was unwavering from you as you stood before him. You were at a loss from his words, trying to think of what to say to prove yourself to him. You know he just cares about you and wants you to be safe, but it also sends a wave of doubt through you that he doesn’t trust in your abilities.

“I have to go. I’ll come get you when it’s dealt with.” he mutters, giving you one last once over before he turns and heads for the door. You watch his shadows open it for him, and right before he steps through the frame he turns back to you one last time. “Just stay here, (y/n). I’m serious.” coming from his lips before he continues out the door.

“Just stay here (y/n). I’m serious” you muttered to yourself in a mocking tone, your steps echoing around the stairwell as you descended. It took you all of two minutes to decide you were going to fight regardless of Azriel’s words. Azriel might have more experience than you, but this was your city too. You didn’t endure hours of training and the pain that followed to hide in your room at the next threat.

You don’t have wings, and you can’t winnow, so taking the 10,000 steps down to the city was your only option. For every single step, you boosted yourself up more and more. You focused on your breathing, cleared your mind, built up your mental shields, and talked yourself up in your head until your feet landed at the bottom, right in front of the door. You pushed the door open, and were shocked by the amount of chaos that hit you as soon as you were outside of the barrier.

There were soldiers everywhere, citizens of Velaris running and screaming as soldiers chased after them. Buildings were being destroyed, blood was coating the streets, and by the number of soldiers appearing at the border it was clear there were more coming. You took in your surroundings for a moment, your mind sharpening and the focus from your training taking over.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw what looked to be like.. water animals? Spotting Feyre below them on the cobblestone, you quickly darted in her direction. You swiftly ran through the streets, dodging debris and trash as you went. Rounding the corner of the street you were on, you skidded to a halt when four Hybern soldiers appeared right in front of you. Their backs were turned to you, their attention pointed towards the shop in front of them. You spotted a woman over their shoulder, stood in front of the door with a piece of wood in her hands. She was going to fight them.

As you were about to intervene, you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. Feyre stood across the street, eyes meeting yours, and without a word she nodded. A signal. She wanted to help. Without hesitation, you both took off. You let out a grunt as you latched onto the first soldier, wrapping yourself around him and pulling him down. He hit the cobblestone with a grunt, and as you rolled out of your fall he rushed to stand back up. When you turned around, he quickly rushed at you, his sword swinging frantically in your direction. You pulled the dagger out of your thigh holster and dodged his attacks, quickly disarming him before you stabbed the dagger into his chest and pulled it out just as quickly. After he was down, you quickly moved onto the next.

After 10 minutes of hand to hand with a few soldiers, you and Feyre had managed to take them all down. You turned to Feyre, your breaths coming out quick and harsh as she did the same. “There are still too many. We need to go towards the Sidra.” she explained, pulling a nod from you as you went to head that direction. You tried to ignore the blue siphons flashing above you as you both ran towards the fight.

The excitement had quickly turned into a repetitive sequence of running, fighting, running, fighting, and more running. For every block you ran, a group of soldiers would appear. They were relentless. The damage to the city only worsened as you and Feyre advanced, Feyre using her powers to do the majority of her fighting. Having powers would be nice in a moment like this, as you were left to your physical capabilities to take down your opponents. After multiple stops and fights, you finally arrived at the Sidra.

There was commotion everywhere. Hybern soldiers battling in every direction, buildings falling, screams erupting, water running. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sounds you were hearing appeared in your nightmares for the next few months. As you took in your surroundings, you pushed away the anxiety that flowed through you when Azriel appeared down the street from you, mid battle with a group of soldiers on his own. You analyzed the fight for a moment, trying to see if he needed help before you quickly turned away when his eyes met yours. You knew he saw you, and you were trying to avoid any more looks of disappointment from him.

You and Feyre continued forward, and right when you reached the bridge you heard movement from behind you. Turning around, you took in a massive group of shoulders heading towards the both of you. You quickly looked to Feyre right as she looked at you. You shared a wordless look before you both turned back toward the soldiers, you taking a fighting stance as Feyre conjured up her powers.

All hell broke loose. You and Feyre kept getting pushed back, soldier after soldier appearing right as you took down the one before. Feyre’s powers were getting weaker, and so were you. You kept pushing on, taking down one after the other that Feyre’s water wolves missed or that broke through the crowd. They were starting to surround you, leaving you no route of escape as you were distracted with the fights.

You were covered in blood, the soldiers and your own. You were tired, your body was weak, and your mind was jumbled. There were only a third of the soldiers left to deal with, the rest lying about the concrete in front of you. You had just been brought to the ground by a soldier when you heard Feyre let out a groan next to you. A soldier had come from behind her and pushed her face down onto the cobble.

Without even thinking about it, you kicked the Hybern soldier off of you and pushed yourself in her direction. As you stumbled towards her, her wolves began vanishing one by one, her power finally fading. The Hybern soldier that pushed her drew his sword and had it raised over his head, about to push it down into her chest as she rolled over to fight him off. You lurched forward, diving on your stomach to push her out of the way before a sharp pain erupted in your back. White filled your vision momentarily, your eyes wide and staring at Feyre as your vision came back to you. A sound you could only describe as a wheeze escaped you as your arms collapsed in front of you, the pain erupting into your entire body. Trying to push yourself up, your hands shook as you lifted them to connect with the ground, your eyes involuntarily filling with tears at the sensation.

Feyre was laying motionless and weak in front of you, her eyes boring into yours in concern as you stared. Body shaking, you tried once again to move before a scream was flying past your lips as whatever was lodged into your back was ripped out. The scream was broken and mangled, and you realized there was blood coming from your mouth when you coughed and it dripped onto the cobbles beneath you. Something hard made an impact with your side, and you realized the soldier was kicking you, a mutter of “Weak female.” coming from his lips as he kicked you again, sending air out of your lips along with blood as you felt yourself going dark.

Right as your eyes were about to close, you heard a roar from the distance before the ground was literally shaking with impact at someone’s landing. You knew deep down who it was, a warmth filling you for a brief moment before the pain returned ten fold. Your eyes closed and opened slowly, the fight to keep them open a struggle as you heard commotion around you. You laid your cheek on the ground, blood rolling down your cheek from the corner of your mouth and tears running down your temple from the corner of your eye. Everything in front of you was blurry as you looked off into the distance, the pain slowly turning into numbness as the seconds passed.

You thought you heard your name, but you couldn’t hold your eyes open. After closing them and opening them again, you noticed the face of the Hybern soldier laying in front of you. He was dead. You felt a presence beside you, and arms slid under you and slowly rolled you over as you groaned at the movement. “(Y/n). (Y/n) look at me. Look at me dammit!” Came from above you as you slowly fluttered your eyes open. Azriel’s face came into view, a look of pure distress on his face as he took in your features.

His eyes scanned down your body, his eyes locking on your abdomen before his hand came up to push on it. The sword had went all the way through. Not only were you bleeding from the back, but you were bleeding from the front as well. You felt nauseous at the thought, a sob escaping you at the realization that this was worse than you hoped.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re fine. Look at me (y/n).” pushed from Azriel’s mouth as he took in your distress. You slowly looked up to him, a small smile forming on your lips as you took in his appearance. His eyes were glassy, his face bruised and lip split from the battle beforehand. Dirt and debris covered him but he still looked as handsome as he always did. His hair was disheveled and his frown was evident, but his lip curved up slightly at the sight of your smile.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Azzie” slipped past your lips in a muffled whisper as your eyelids drooped, your soft smile unwavering as you reached a hand up to his arm and squeezed, the strength behind it not really there. At the repeated words from the night before, Azriel’s eyes only watered harder, his distress coming even more to the surface as he turned over his shoulder and yelled to someone in the distance “Where is Madja?!? She needs healing!” before quickly turning back to you.

His heart stopped when he looked back to you, your eyes closed and your head slumped back. “No. No. No. Wake up. Open your eyes (y/n). Wake up!” tumbling past his lips in panic as he pulled you closer to him. His shadows wizzed around the both of you, blocking you from the outside world. Right as he was about to scream a hand fell on his shoulder, and a comforting elderly woman’s voice muttered a “She’s okay. I’ve got it from here.”. He dropped his head down to yours and placed a kiss on your forehead before surrendering you to Madja.

As Azriel watched Madja tend to you, her apprentices coming to lift you from the ground and out of his arms, all he could do was pray to the Mother. Pray to her again and again that you were okay, and pray to her again and again that he would have the chance to show you how much you meant to him.

I SWEAR THERE WILL BE A PART 3!!! 😭 don’t hate me.

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#azriel x reader #azriel #angst #acotar #hurt/comfort

[hrizantemy]

Amren warned, “Don’t you say one more fucking word, Nesta Archeron.”

Amren to Nesta chapter 46

Feyre breathed, “Madja just said the labor would be risky. But the Bone Carver ... The son he showed me didn’t have wings.”

Feyre speaking about her son chapter 46

“I don’t know,” Nesta said. “But I do know that your mate ordered everyone not to inform you of the truth.”

Nesta speaking to Feyre chapter 46

Rhys said in that voice that was like hell embodied, “Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the risk to her and the babe.”

Rhysand speaking to Cassian chapter 47

Rhys held his stare, and it was all Cassian could do to weather it as his brother, his High Lord said, “Get Nesta out of this city. Right now.” Rhys’s power rumbled in the room like a rising storm. “Before I fucking kill her.”

Rhysand speaking to Cassian chapter 47

“Well, we’re furious with Nesta.”

“She had the courage to tell me the truth.”

“She told you the truth to hurt you.”

“Perhaps. But she was the only one who said anything.”

Cassian sighed through his nose. “She ...” He thought it over. I think she saw the parallels between your situations and, in her own way, decided to avenge both of you.”

“That’s my feeling, too. Rhys disagrees.”

“I wish you’d found out a different way.”

“Well, I didn’t. But we’ll face it together. All of us.”

“How can you be so calm about this?”

“The alternative is fear and panic. I will not let my son feel those things. I will fight for him, for us, until I no longer can.”

Cassian’s throat tightened. “We’ll fight for you, too.”

“I know. Feyre paused again. Rhys had no right to chase you from the city, or to threaten Nesta. He has realized that, and apologized. I want you to come back home. Both of you. Where did you even head off to?”

“The wilderness.”

Cassian looked over a shoulder, to where Nesta had been asleep for the past few hours, curled into a tight ball against the wall of rock.

“I think we’ll stay out here for a few days. We’re going to hike.”

“Nesta has never been on a hike in her life. I guarantee she will hate it.”

“Then tell Rhys this is her punishment. Because Rhys, despite apologizing for his threats, would still be furious. Tell him that Nesta and I are going to hike, and she’s going to hate it, but she comes home when I decide she’s ready to come home.”

Feyre was quiet for a long minute. “He says that he knows he’s supposed to say that’s unnecessary, but to tell you he’s secretly delighted.”

“Good. I am secretly glad to hear that.”

Feyre laughed, and the sound was proof that she might have been hurt, startled by the news, but she was indeed adapting to it. Would not let it make her cower and cry. He didn’t know why he’d expected any less of her.

Cassian and Feyre speaking in chapter 47

These are quotes from “A Court of Silver Flames”

These quotes from the text illustrate several reasons why it is not okay to hide a pregnancy and then threaten and punish someone who reveals the truth.

Feyre, as the pregnant individual, has a right to know about any risks or complications associated with her pregnancy. By withholding this information from her, Feyre's mate, Rhys, and others involved denied her the opportunity to make informed decisions about her own health and the health of her baby.

Concealing important information about pregnancy risks from Feyre constitutes a betrayal of trust by those who knew but chose not to inform her. Pregnancy is a significant and potentially dangerous experience, and Feyre deserved to be supported and informed by her loved ones rather than kept in the dark.

Threatening Nesta for revealing the truth further compounds the wrongdoing. Threats of violence, especially from someone in a position of power like Rhys, are completely unacceptable and demonstrate a lack of respect for Nesta's agency and well-being.

By hiding the truth and then threatening Nesta, Rhys and others involved exerted control over the situation and attempted to manipulate Feyre's perception of reality. This manipulation undermines Feyre's autonomy and agency and demonstrates a disregard for her well-being and right to make informed decisions about her own body and pregnancy.

Hiding a pregnancy, threatening those who reveal the truth, and manipulating the pregnant individual's perception of reality are all forms of abuse and violation of trust. Pregnant individuals deserve to be treated with respect, honesty, and support, and any actions to the contrary are unacceptable.

This highlights several problematic aspects of the situation, particularly regarding the treatment of Nesta and the handling of the pregnancy revelation.

It's concerning that Nesta is being blamed and punished for her actions in revealing the truth about Feyre's pregnancy. While Nesta's motivations may have been complex, punishing her for speaking up undermines her agency and perpetuates a cycle of conflict and resentment within the family.

Rhys's initial reaction of threatening Nesta and then later apologizing does not absolve him of responsibility for his actions. Threats and coercion have no place in healthy relationships, and using them to control or intimidate others is unacceptable behavior.

Instead of offering support and understanding to Nesta, Feyre and Cassian are complicit in her punishment by agreeing to keep her away from the city and forcing her to hike as a form of punishment. This lack of empathy and support only serves to further isolate and alienate Nesta.

Effective communication and conflict resolution are essential for maintaining healthy relationships. Rather than resorting to punishment and coercion, Feyre, Rhys, and the others involved should have engaged in open dialogue to address the situation, express their feelings, and work towards understanding and reconciliation.

Overall, the treatment of Nesta in this excerpt highlights the need for empathy, understanding, and constructive communication within relationships. Punishing Nesta and Feyre for their actions only perpetuates resentment and division within the family.

#anti acosf #anti acotar #anti feysand #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #anti cassian #anti azriel #anti amren #anti morrigan #anti nessian #pro nesta #sjm critical #nesta archeron deserves better

[starsreminisce]

I'm know I've mentioned it before, but considering that Feyre and Rhys are both two halves made whole, Nesta's and Elain's books essentially mirror ACOMAF split into two. Nesta's journey parallels Feyre's healing from her UTM ordeal, with Rhys's full Illyrian counterpart. Meanwhile, Elain's exploration mirrors Feyre's ascension to reclaiming the High Lady title, with Rhys's full fae counterpart.

While SF may have faced criticism, Nesta had to heal through aspects that had never bothered her before, much like Feyre did, and Cassian has already worked through most of his issues, though he still acknowledges his self-worth issues. Their story seems complete, but ACOMAF hints more towards Elucien's story, especially when dissecting Rhys's chapter 54 alongside Lucien's journey throughout the books.

Though Rhys's and Lucien's experiences differ, there are enough parallels for me to draw connections. SJM loves her patterns, so it wouldn't be surprising if she continues this trend in Elucien's story as well.

Indents are from chapter 54 and orange is Lucien

He paused, swallowing. “I was chained in the mud, forced to watch as they battled. To watch as Jurian took my killing blow. Only—she slaughtered him. I watched her rip out his eye, then rip off his finger, and when he was prone, I watched her drag him back to the camp. Then I listened to her slowly, over days and days, tear him apart. His screaming was endless. She was so focused on torturing him that she didn’t detect my father’s arrival. In the panic, she killed Jurian rather than see him liberated, and fled.

A tight sigh. “His father had her put down. Executed, in front of Lucien, as his two eldest brothers held him and made him watch.”

And that night, when she kept turning her attention to me, I knew what she wanted. I knew it wasn’t about fucking me so much as it was about getting revenge at my father’s ghost. But if that was what she wanted, then that was what she would get. I made her beg, and scream, and used my lingering powers to make it so good for her that she wanted more. Craved more.

He wouldn’t meet my gaze. “She insisted. Tamlin was … Things were bad, Feyre. I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court. I went of my own free will. And we completed the Rite.” No wonder she’d backed off him. She’d gotten what she wanted. “Please don’t tell Elain,” he said. “When we—when we find her again,” he amended. He might have completed the Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed it. Some line had been blurred—badly.

But your final trial came, and … When she started torturing you, something snapped in a way I couldn’t explain, only that seeing you bleeding and screaming undid me. It broke me at last. And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her … I knew right then what you were. I knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male, and had destroyed yourself to save him, and that … that I didn’t care. If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.

Lucien staggered a step forward as Elain was gripped between two guards and hoisted up. She began kicking then, weeping while her feet slammed into the sides of the Cauldron as if she’d push off it, as if she’d knock it down— “That is enough.” Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron. And the king’s power leashed him, too. On the ground beside Tamlin, his single eye wide, Lucien had the good sense to look horrified as he glanced between Elain and the High Lord.

So Amarantha died, and I spoke to the High Lords mind to mind, convincing them to come forward, to offer that spark of power. None of them disagreed. I think they were too stunned to think of saying no.

Elain was still shivering on the wet stones, her nightgown shoved up to her thighs, her small breasts fully visible beneath the soaked fabric. Guards snickered. Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. Tamlin remained leashed on the ground, a gag of white, iridescent magic in his mouth now. But his eyes were on Lucien as—As Lucien took off his jacket, kneeling before Elain. She cringed away from the coat, from him

When I went to leave you … I think transforming you into Fae made the bond lock into place permanently. I’d known it existed, but it hit me then—hit me so strong that I panicked. I knew if I stayed a second longer, I’d damn the consequences and take you with me. And you’d hate me forever.

But Elain was staring over Nesta’s shoulder. At Lucien—whose face she had finally taken in. Dark brown eyes met one eye of russet and one of metal. Nesta was still weeping, still raging, still inspecting Elain— Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.

“My mate is engaged to a human male.” He spoke more to himself than to me. “I’m sorry if—” “I want to see her. Just once. Just—to know.” “To know what?” He hitched my damp cloak higher around us. “If she is worth fighting for.” I couldn’t bring myself to say she was, to give him that sort of hope when Elain might very well do everything in her power to hold to her engagement. Even if immortality had already rendered it impossible. Lucien leaned his head back against the rock wall behind us. “And then I’ll ask your mate how he survived it—knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male’s bed.”

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month.

Too thin. She must not be eating at all. How can she even stand? The thoughts flowed through his head, one after another. His heart was a raging, thunderous beat, and he didn’t dare move from his position a mere five feet away. She hadn’t yet turned toward him, but the ravages of her fasting were evident enough.

But I couldn’t … I couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. I still can’t stay away.

Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #acotar mating bonds

[llamamamareads]

An Illyrian Baby: Part II

Part I | Part III

I do have part III in the works. I wanted to make these a little more even rather than having this one extremely long in comparison to the first.

Azriel x Reader

After the conversation you had with Azriel, you felt better about the situation. It did not, however, change the situation in the least. It just made you realize you weren’t alone in what you wanted, which also made it harder. You went to bed every night feeling like you weren’t enough all because of a stupid piece of anatomy that you couldn’t change on your own. You sat every day watching the children you saw as your nieces and nephews learn and grow, all while knowing they were clones of people you loved when you’d never have the same experiences. Nesta had her baby, a glowing baby girl. She and Cassian were over the moon about it of course. You did your best every day not to rain on their parade.

Today is a particularly difficult day for you. You spent all morning with both Feyre and Rhysand’s smallest and Nesta and Cassian’s baby. You had played with them, fed them, watched when their parents came home from their missions, then sat with the family and watched Feyre and Rhysand’s baby girl take her first steps. Her little wings making her balance worse than a typical toddler which made her that much more adorable. You had put on a happy face as long as you could before claiming to call it a night. Azriel had kissed your cheek, knowing it was difficult for you, but unable to leave just yet.

You find yourself in the library, sniffling with slow tears rolling down your cheeks as you dig through centuries worth of information to try to find a solution. Azriel, as promised, had asked Madja as well as Illyrian healers, and Rhysand for as much information as possible. Everyone was doing their best. If they were, then it was only fair that you did too. You gather as big of a stack of books as you can carry and set it down at a table. You swipe the tears away as you sit down and dig in, hoping to find a bit of hope within the pages.

Azriel finds you several hours later asleep with your face nestled into your crossed arms atop an open book. He sighs softly, wishing more than anything to give you what you want. He winnows you to your bedroom and tucks you in, making sure you’re still asleep before he returns to the books you’d fallen asleep on. He continues searching where you left off.

You wake late the next day to the smell of coffee and bacon. You walk into the kitchen and smile a little, confused but happy to see Azriel in a good mood. He’s got pancakes, bacon, and eggs going on the stove, his hips swaying to whatever tune he has going I his head. It’s a beautiful sight. And you envy it.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says with a grin as you sit down on one of the stools. “I –“ he kisses your cheek, “have amazing news.” He slides a plate in front of you, turning to turn the burners on the stove off before stepping in front of you, placing both hands on the counter. “Madja has a plan. Rhys invaded my brain earlier to let me know.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously?” Your eyes go wide and you can’t help but grin back as his smile widens.

“Yeah, baby. Seriously. After you eat and get dressed we can go meet with the two of them.”

He chuckles as he watches you scarf down breakfast and zoom around the house. It was the first good mood you’d been in for a very long time.

When the two of you walk into Rhys’s office he’s sitting in his chair with a grave expression, Madja standing at his side with an equally serious expression, her hands clasped in front of her. You take a seat on the couch, your eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of them as the hope you felt previously hangs by a thread. Azriel takes your hand and looks to Rhys. “This doesn’t look like good news.”

Rhys takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “It’s good news, just… complicated.” He nods to Madja to allow her to explain.

“Complicated is a word for it,” she mutters. “We may have a solution; however, it isn’t guaranteed to work and I’m not entirely comfortable with it. As healers, we come across a variety of injuries, especially broken bones with these brutes,” she eyes Azriel and Rhys, clearly recalling a number of times she’s had to heal them. “It’s a longer process than some things, but it’s a fairly easy concept and something we’ve done often enough that that, in itself, is safe. Something we don’t tend to do a lot of is break bones. If something has healed wrong we have to rebreak bones in order to heal them properly.”

You feel Azriel stiffen next to you and look over to see him staring intently at Rhys. “Out loud, please,” you plead, knowing that Rhys is speaking mentally with him.

“What she’s suggesting is that we break your pelvis in order to reshape it in hopes to recreate the appropriate shape necessary…” Rhys explains.

“Absolutely not. We’ll find another way,” Azriel states firmly.

“Now hold on,” you sigh. “Why not? Madja, you said you heal broken bones all the time. Reshaping the bone can’t be that much different, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t be suggesting it.”

“Technically speaking no. However, as a healer it is my job to heal, not cause pain and suffering. If this is the route you choose there will be a great deal of pain. The process, by any means, won’t be simple. Rhys has expressed he can keep the pain at by while I work, we would give you something to sleep of course, though once you wake? It will, quite possibly, be the worst pain you’ve felt in your life.”

“It’s also going to cause more stress on your body than is necessary. There’s too many risks.”

“Az, that’s a little extreme,” you sigh.

“It’s not though. It could spike your heartrate and kill you. It could paralyze you. Right? I mean, I’m not a healer, but I know what makes the body tick.” He shakes away the thoughts of people he’s tortured for the Night Court over the centuries. “No. I don’t like it.”

“We can’t just not try. This may be our only hope.”

He looks over at you and can see the hope shining in your eyes. He couldn’t stand the thought of the hopelessness settling back in if he were to truly deny you this opportunity. He looks to Rhys and sighs heavily. “You’re willing to do this?” he asks him.

Rhys gives a small nod and shifts in his seat. “We’re not seeing many other options. It’s not even guaranteed to work. We don’t know if it would be a one and done situation or if it’s something that would need to be done multiple times to get the right shaping. It’s never been done before.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Azriel asks and cups your face in his hands.

“I’d like to try… Anything at this point other than sitting and waiting for answers that never come.”

He searches your expression for any sign that you could be unsure of the decision and nods when he doesn’t find it. “When do we start?” He asks, looking to Rhys then Madja.

“We can start today if you’d like. I can get set up.”

“Thank you, Madja,” Rhys nods, dismissing her from the room. You and Azriel both thank her as well. He has another silent conversation with Azriel before speaking. “I’ll see you both in a few hours. If you need anything…” he nods silently and winnows out of the office.

“Is there more to this I’m not grasping?”

“No, baby, it’s just a lot of pain and stress for a maybe.”

“I’ll do anything for a maybe.”

#azriel #acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #bat boys

[olenvasynyt]

Similarities and Differences between Lucien and Azriel

Alright...Elriel vs Elucien.  And I am aware that this is a topic: this fanbase has very strong opinions!  I have strong opinions myself ofc.  But I am going to suppress my own personal biases and look at these characters from a logical, unbiased perspective.  And I’m not really going to talk about evidence that proves one ship is canon or anything like that, I actually will barely talk about Elain at all.  

I want to point out the similarities and differences between Az and Lucien because I think these will definitely come into play in the next ACOTAR book since it will most likely be Elain’s book and this ship war is probably going to be addressed (at least I hope)

Similarities:

Prominent Scars

Both have scars which is rare for High Fae, and the way they got these scars is very prevalent to their backstory.

2. Knowledgeable spies

They are both intelligent and sly and know a lot about Prythian because they’re both spies, Lucien was considered Tamlin’s spy / emissary.  They both seem to keep a lot of secrets even from the people they’re close to.

3. Childhood

Their history are similar.  Both were tortured by their fathers and brothers.  Their mothers might have been used against them in their youth to control them (Mommy issues for sure)

4. Found Family

They were taken in by their friends after a really traumatic experience—Rhys and Rhys’ mother took Az in, Tamlin took Lucien in.  And they developed a very strong loyalty to Rhys and Tamlin perspectively as their high lords but also their best friends.

5. Loyal but still speak out often against their HL

And both of them still say the issues they have with their High Lords.  Az is more confident with Rhys while Lucien is a lot more cautious with Tamlin especially after UTM and for good reason. 

6. Defending their loved ones

And they both have their moments of rash defensiveness, like Az choking Eris at the High Lord’s meeting when he insults Mor, and Lucien telling Amarantha to “go back to the shithole she crawled out of” in the first book.

7. Insecurity

And it’s hard to understand them because we barely got POVs from either but they both seem really insecure with themselves.  Az seems to think of himself as a monster he avoids looking at his scarred hands.  And Lucien blames himself for a lot of stuff, one of the most important things imo, Jesminda’s death.  It seems like they avoid a lot of parts of themselves.

8. Elain

And one of tne of the most important in this shipwar situation that makes them similar imo—that I never see anyone talking about—are the conversations they have with Feyre and Rhys perspectively.  In the Autumn Court Feyre and Lucien have a fight about Elain and the Night Court, and Feyre says that he is only tagging along “just so he can get what he thinks he’s owed,” referring to Elain his mate.  This is very reminiscent of what Rhys asks Az in the bonus chapter, “you believe you deserve to be her mate?”

And both of them don’t directly answer and say they think they’re deserving in fact they both address their mistrust/dislike: Lucien answers, “my mate is in my enemy’s hands” and Az says “I think Lucien will never be good enough for her.”

They are both very conflicted when it comes to Elain. Az is attracted to her to the point of infatuation, and he’s stuck on this idea of having love because both of his brothers found love and a mate but he hasn’t.  But being with Elain is forbidden and he kind of realizes he doesn’t have a plan laid out.  He knows all of this is wrong and kind of seems to think he knows he’s being irrational.

And Lucien has the mating bond and all of the emotions and attractions that come with that but he is sick of getting hurt.

He’s still thinking about Jesminda it seems like and he thought she was his mate so he’s already comparing the two females.  

And he also sees that Elain is not into it plus he feels like he’s being forced into it himself.

And I really think the differences between the two will come into play as well, and are probably more important when it comes to Elain and how both of these two males interact with Elain at this current moment in time.

Differences:

`1. Light / dark powers

The most obvious difference is their powers; Lucien has the power of the Day court and Autumn, so light and fire which is the exact opposite of Az’s cold shadow powers. A lot of people use that difference as evidence towards Elucien or Elriel being the next relationship.  But as I said before I just want to point out some other differences that aren’t about each of the two males’ potential with Elain but rather just a character analysis. 

2. Honor, heroism, and helplessness

Az is very much a white knight. He is a savior, a rescuer.  He has a reputation for saving females, including Mor, Gwyn, and Elain.  He kind of has a hero complex in a way at least from how I view it, mainly bc the reason for a lot of these complexes is the desire for affirmation, validation and a sense of purpose, which I think has Az written all over it.

Also, a hero complex isn’t all about rescue and “damsels in distress”.  It is all of these other things:

good at saving people, very perceptive and sympathetic

A need for validation

dismissing their own needs and neglecting self-care

difficulty accepting help

feeling overwhelmed and drained

emotional and psychological burnout

low self-esteem

resentment

fear of abandonment and rejection

guilt over perceived mistakes

issues with overstepping boundaries

I'll make another post about it but I think it's an important.

You can try to analyze this from a psychological viewpoint, like Az was abused and suppressed when he was young, he was locked away and could not help his mother until he was empowered by his Illyrian heritage and shadowsinger abilities and got out of his father’s imprisonment.  A lot of these rescues are because of this job but Az seems like the person who is honorable and would help these females anyway, even if his high lord didn’t blatantly order him.

Lucien has a similar history: he also didn’t have power over his father or brothers, he was helpless when it came to helping his mother. But he reacts differently to this trauma.  He is a lot more helpless. 

Lucien is a gentlemen and very good hearted, and again, he can be rash and he does defend his loved ones, (helping Feyre UTM, going to find Vassa and get help from the other fae territories) but most of the time he is very careful with the moves he makes.  And I don’t want to say he’s selfish because he has done plenty of very selfless things, but sometimes his trauma really drives his decision making.  You can see this with Tamlin in ACOMAF: he tried to help he tries to stand up to Tamlin a few times, but imo his trauma from Beron and seeing his mother being abused really influenced his actions and made him cautious.

3. Trauma from losing loved ones

There is a key quote from Lucien and Feyre’s conversation in the Autumn Court which really just defines how Lucien interacts with people especially Elain.   Lucien was saying he wants to see Elain “just once.  Just—to know.” And Feyre asks him “to know what” and he says “if she’s worth fighting for.” (Chapter 12 Page 114 ACOWAR)

I remember reading that for the first time as someone who fell in love with Lucien from the moment I met him and being like… “ooh 😐 damn.  That’s a little selfish lulu why aren’t you trying harder.” 

And in the bonus chapter, Az says to Rhys that he doesn’t think that Lucian deserves Elain as a mate because he probably just sees Lucien as a coward, he sees how Lucien interacts cautiously around Elain and he’s probably sees him as a coward. He’s frustrated and he doesn’t understand why Lucien is so cautious with his mate because he doesn’t know his history and trauma. 

Lucien is sick of losing people.  He has lost so many of his loved ones.  He has lost Jesminda, he technically lost his mother because most likely hasn’t been allowed to speak to her in centuries.  He’s lost Andras, and he just recently lost Tamlin.  He lost his eye which isn’t a person but it’s a loss still.

Jesminda seems to influence a lot of his decisions when it comes to Elain.  He does not talk about her a lot but in a way he does, you can tell he thinks about her constantly, even if it may have been hundreds of years.

Lucien was expecting a mating bond to snap with her.  He thought that his mate was murdered. 

And he seems very selfish in this conversation with Feyre but it totally makes sense why he said he wants to see if Elain is worth it.  He is sick of losing people.  He’s just like… “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

4. A supportive network

Azriel has had his own losses but he has a lot of people around him.  He’s got all of the inner circle who have supported him and loved him for centuries.  His mother is also alive and there are hints that he goes and visits her.

I think Lucien has a supportive network now with the Band of Exiles, but he lost so many friends and loved ones and allies along the way. He is constantly moving around, loving his spot and finding another one, while Az got a very stable home.

5. Revenge and serving justice

And another thing is, revenge.  Az has a lot more of a need for revenge it seems like.  He wants justice to be served.

When he got out from his step-brother and father’s imprisonment, Rhys isays that what he did to them was so horrible that he struggled looking at him for a while after.  And Az really wants to kill Eris for what he did to Mor, and the only reasons why he holds back are because he believes Mor is more deserving of that revenge and because of his High Lord and High Lady since Eris is a very important ally to the night court right now.

Lucien doesn’t seem to think about justice being served.  Justice has never been served in his life and he thinks it never will.  

He doesn’t seem to have a need for revenge.  He was rude to Feyre in ACOTAR in the beginning which was totally reasonable btw. She murdered and skinned his best friend of course his reaction is bitter hate.  Plus he was losing a lot of hope with the curse.  But he kind of got over it pretty well and Feyre became friends.

And in ACOWAR he encounters his brothers—who tortured him in his youth and held him down and forced him to watch his lover butchered, and also rooted for his torture UTM.  And we don’t really see any need to get his revenge for any of that.  Power came into play in the ACOWAR winter court situation bc him and Feyre were overpowered so they ran instead and that makes sense.

6. Running 

Lucien has a habit of avoiding problems.  He and Feyre ran in Winter (I know their powers were low but still), he ran from Autumn to Spring after Jesminda, he ran from Elain in a way to go help find Vassa.  In ACOFAS when he and Feyre fight on the winter solstice, he left instead of staying.  He just doesn’t want to invest because again, he’s sick of getting hurt.

And maybe not all the time but sometimes Az seems like he runs ahead with his eyes closed.  He bottles up his feelings but he explodes sometimes when he gets too invested, like with Mor and Eris and with Elain in the bonus chapter.

Comparing these two characters is pretty important in the future books, since we will get POVs from both, discover more of their story, and see how this whole shipwar thing ends up.

#elucien #elriel #lucien vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #elain archeron #acotar #tiktok video summary #This is a summary of two of my old TikTok videos lmao I felt like posting them on here

[acourtofthought]

Somewhere SJM claimed that Lucien and Dorian would be friends if they knew each other and that’s always kept me hopeful. Dorian is one of the most interesting characters in TOG for me and he is also surprisingly slow to find love, even though he’s a rake and he enjoys the company of women. His experience with Sorscha is the same as Lucien and Jesminda (losing their loved one and witnessing their brutal deaths at the hands of their fathers). Both characters are fair and good despite everything else going on around them, they enjoy reading and knowledge, they are ready to sacrifice themselves, they are both excellent candidates to lead due to their innate sense of goodness and fairness. And even their cheeky personality is similar in many ways. Dorian’s access to his own powers was manifesting slowly in TOG and it kept trickling in with each book and I feel like we’re going down that path with Lucien too. We learned in ACOWAR that he sees magical work with his golden eye, we learned that he can track this magic very well. We also learned about his spell cleaving abilities that even he seemingly didn’t know (or hid from others) and we know from his time in autumn that his brothers felt threatened by the power they could sense in him from the beginning. I think Lucien might go through a similar arc to Dorian as he comes into his full powers and that really makes me think about how he actually might become high king. I love Rhys but Rhys is first and foremost for his own people and he is so attached to just the Night Court that I don’t think he would do well with representing everyone. Lucien is essentially homeless in Prythian, he belongs to so many courts and has connection to so many that I can see him do well with such a big title.

Add Elain to this mix. Her powers could be very useful for someone in her position if she ends up high queen with Lucien. They are basically an unstoppable safety net for each court. Elain might see visions of conflict and trouble coming their way, she could aid in decisions about anything, especially if she masters her powers and could look into the future for various outcomes. Her love of nature and travel would definitely come in handy. She would want to protect those courts. Not to mention her love for social events and her ability to charm people. Could you imagine her helping smooth things over between high lords just with her wit and charms? I know a lot of people think she’s going to become a spy but for me she is always more of a politician/courtier and her qualities would shine in such a situation.

I agree and it gives me hope too. Not only did she say Dorian and Lucien would be good friends but Lucien would be someone she could see herself co-writing a book with because of his cleverness. Dorian would be someone she could see herself going to the opera with, who wouldn't mind if she took a long time to get ready (and we know Lucien takes care in how he dresses). Dorian was a human with unknown powers and he ended up having unlimited raw magic that could be shaped in whatever way he wanted. She's also set up Lucien to be someone with unknown powers, a future HL as Dorian was King. I do think there are differences between Lucien and Dorian but those seemed to come into focus after he finally was rid of his valg collar. I think a little bit of that darkness seeped into him and he became well matched for Manon whereas Lucien and Elain both individually and as a pairing embody light. My vision of Elain matches yours as well, where Elain will make a difference, not sneaking around in the shadows spying in the quiet but out in the open, influencing others with her loving, kind and wise personality.

#elucien

[frenziedslashers]

I'd love to see a Jack NSFW alphabet!

Handsome Jack NSFT Alphabet:

MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Handsome Jack is okay when it comes to aftercare. He's pretty hit or miss and it depends on if you're someone he genuinely cares about, or someone he is just using to blow of steam.

Pre-Sequel Jack is a little more thoughtful. He might not be as good as Rhys or Timothy with it, but he'll hold you and tell you how good you were.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is probably his hands or arms. He likes them because 1. He's able to feel you with them, and he loves touching you. 2. He loves how strong he is and how forceful he can be with them.

His favorite body part of yours is probably your ass, thighs, lips, neck, and stomach. He loves how soft they are and the ability to grope your ass/thighs and leave visible marks on your neck or to kiss you in public for others to see.

He also hardly admits it, but he loves your eyes. He swears he can see a whole other world in them. Plus, you get away with a lot just with your eyes and how you look at him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jack is pretty fond of marking you up, so he does like cumming on and in you. He likes reminding you that you're his and only his anyway that he can. He has a small breeding kink, but it's only for the possessiveness over it. He's not too fond of the idea of having another kid after everything going on with Angel.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

He's a pervert. He loves keeping photos of you to look at later. He also loves watching you or making perverted remarks to you in order to get under your skin.

He's a jealous guy. He won't let anyone look at you in a way that makes you or him feel like they're attracted to you. You're his and only his. He's not ashamed to admit that he's the jealous type, either. He's a toxic guy. It comes with the package.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pre-Sequel: He's mildly experienced. He doesn't have sex a lot since he's more focused on improving his working career, but he does have a couple flings here and there. Plus once he gets with his wife (Angel's mom) he's loyal to them. He's not the type to screw around and cheat.

BL1 and further: He's slept around a lot. He doesn't have a wife to keep him bound anymore, and he likes the thrill of sleeping with anyone who shows interest. He doesn't necessarily do it with everyone, but if the person strikes his interest he's taking up the offer. He's a busy and stressed guy, he needs some relief.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy/From Behind: He loves this position when he's feeling particularly rough. He loves pushing you into a wall or the nearest surface. Burying your face into the bed while he's telling you how big of a brat you are.

Missionary: He does like how intimate this position can be. Plus, the options when it comes to bondage and having you tied up in this position. Able to fuck you and play with you at his own leisure. He loves it.

Cowgirl: He loves it when you ride him. Able to watch you and grab at your hips and thighs. He's always down for a night where he lays back and lets you take care of him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on his mood. If he's pissy and fucking you to let off steam he's more serious.

If he's in more of a laid back mood where he just wants to fuck or loves you (most times both) he's more teasing and humorous. He likes dropping comments that at least make himself laugh, even if you're squrimming and telling him to shut up.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is very well kept down there. He makes sure he looks nice and presentable since the last thing he wants is to look unkempt. Especially for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be fairly romantic and loving. He might be a dick, but he does love you, if you are his long term romantic partner. He loves spoiling you and reminding you how much he loves you. He's pretty fond of body worship when he's in these moods and love showering you in affection. The further into his career as Handsome Jack, the more rare these moments can be.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really do it a lot. He finds it gets in his way a lot and he mostly does it for stress relief. When he's in a relationship with you, and even before the relationship when he only knows you as a friend. He's not ashamed to jack off to thoughts and fantasies of you. Or even photos if you ever send him any.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Degradation: He loves degrading and bossing his partner around. He gets super into it, honestly.

Crying: He likes seeing his partner cry. Something about it just gets him a little too horny. Unless you're like legitimately hurt, then he's in a protective and worried mood. This is primarily for when he's overstimulating you.

Overstimulation: Again, he just loves watching you squirm and beg for him to stop.

Orgasm Denial: He LOVES this one. If you do it to him he gets pretty pissy, but he won't deny that it turns him on more. He loves doing it to you more.

Begging: If you beg for him he's in the high heavens. His ego is through the roof and he's positive that he's going to rock your world.

Sadism: He is very much into hurting you if you're okay with it. He gets a thrill out of it. He's fond of choking, spanking, slapping and biting.

Masochism: He also likes you hurting him. Whether it be biting, pulling his hair, hitting him, you name it. He's not too fond of being choked though. And if you do slap him expect him to fuck you hard with no remorse.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office. He loves taking you over his desk or having you ride him in his chair. It just makes his office that much more special to him.

Your room. Whether it's your own bedroom, or a room the both of you share, he prefers it over most other places. He likes the privacy of it and the knowledge that no one else can see you or stop what the two of you are doing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing. It's definitely something that gets him hot and bothered. Especially if you work with him and you say something to him or touch him. Or if you send him a lewd photo while he's at work.

Neck and chest kisses. They get his insides bubbling and his brain wanting nothing more than you and you only.

You initiating sex. He LOVES it when you initiate the act. Whether it be sex itself, or just a sexual activity like oral. He's going crazy and more than happy to give in to your fantasies.

Blood and tears. Something about these things just get him horny. he couldn't explain it. He really loves it if you're making someone else cry or bleed. God, he loves it when you proves that you can take care of yourself.

Being bossy. He gets super turned on when you boss him around, too. He's doing whatever you tell him if he's in the right mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Make you bleed/leave scars on you. He hates the thought of ACTUALLY hurting you. Yeah he might leave bruises or hickeys, or choke you out, but only if you're okay with it. He'd never willingly hurt you. He hates the thought of you having to deal with scars that were from him. Especially since he has to live with one that he hates even showing you.

Fucking in public. He might hint to VH's that he gets more ass than them, but he'd never fuck you while talking to them (he might think about it) nor would he ever fuck you where anyone could see you. He doesn't like the thought of others seeing you. He's way too possessive for that. Plus, he doesn't want anyone to find out who you are. He's a well known man. A well hated one, too. The last thing he needs is for someone to kill you because of him. He'd never forgive himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn't have a preference over giving or receiving. He loves both.

He does love receiving more on the days that he's taking his frustration out on you with sex. Face fucking is definitely one of his favorite activities if you're cool with it.

He is down for head anytime you offer it. Especially under his desk. That's one of the few times he'd do anything sexual with you in front of someone else. If you get under his desk and start sucking him off while someone comes in to talk to him. God, you drive him crazy sometimes.

He also loves giving you head, though. He's eating you like you're his last meal on earth. Like he's been training his whole life to have his head buried between your thighs and his mouth around you. His goal is always to get you to be as vocal as you possibly can.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is more of a fast and rough sort of guy. He loves fucking you dumb, it's one of his favorite sights. Especially if you're normally a snarky person, or very collected. He loves fucking you so hard all you can do is cry out his name.

Every so often he does have a slow and sensual night with you, though. Those normally don't last too long though when he gets lost in the heat of the moment.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a fan of them. He loves it when you come visit him at work and it gives him an opportunity to fuck you real quick. Or the two of you just doing a quickie at home or wherever. He's pretty into them honestly. He thinks there should be a break at least 3 times throughout the day for one.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah, he loves trying new things. Especially if you are the one to offer the said new thing. Just no adding other people, or fucking in front of others.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's got a pretty high libido, but he is only just a man. He can go a couple rounds and then he needs a break. If he wants to go longer he uses his break for foreplay on you. He can typically last pretty long. Or make himself last in order to tease and play with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's indifferent with them. He'd much rather use his own body on you than toys, but he's not saying no if you want him to use some on you. He won't let you use any on him, though. You're just fine.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases constantly. It's what he's known for and what he is best at. He loves calling you pet names, and riling you up. Making snarky remarks and comments about you while in the act or right before it. He loves making you whine and whimper while he teases you with his tongue or fingers. One of his favorite things to do.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn't really moan. He thinks it's weak. He primarily grunts and groans. He might whimper or slip up a moan, but that's only on his need days. He growls and snarls, and is always dropping comments in bed. Whether they be harsh or teasing is depending on his mood.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The only time he would send an Echo Log of him fucking you to a VH is if you used to date them. He likes to remind them about everything he's taken from them. He'd only do it if they hurt you, though. If you don't want them to know about you he won't do it. He might still make the recording to watch/listen to it later.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has a lot of scars on his body that he doesn't really like to talk about. Especially the one under his mask. He's also pretty muscular and has some moles that liter his thighs, arms, and back as well. He has a lot of body hair as well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. He thinks about you constantly and is never saying no to a good fuck. He's trying to initiate it anytime he can with you. It's part of his love language with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not that fast. He spends a lot of the time just holding you and focusing on your breathing before he can actually fall asleep himself. His mind is always racing after sex.

#handsome jack #notsfw #minors dni #handsome jack x reader #handsome jack smut #handsome jack headcanons #hope this was good lmao I had a migraine while I wrote this 😭🫶 #borderlands #borderlands 1 #borderlands 2 #borderlands the pre sequel

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

I finally read again today, chapters 34-39 this time

Usually I read these books in german while on the bus but today I forgot my book, but fortunately, I had some time to go to the library and they had it, but only in english. And since I was sitting at a table with my phone, I was able to take notes live as I read, and I'd like to share those with you rather than doing what I usually do and trying to sum up all of my thoughts a few hours later

Chapter 35:

the fact that NO ONE in the summer court recognized Feyre is absolutely ridiculous, it really is like her accomplishments from the first just vanished, no wonder so many people recommend just skipping ahead to MAF i bet that would make the reading experience wayyyyy less frustrating

shes cursing herself from being so out of shape despite Cassian's 'lessons' and that reminds me, at the start of ACOMAF her internal monologue and other characters kept remarking on how thin and frail she had become and I dont think its come up since she started staying at the NC permanently, great mental health rep girlie

"I let instinct, no doubt granted from Rhys, guide me forward." Come onnnnnnnn, can Feyre not be cool on her own for one (1) moment

"Amarathan did not break that kindness [from before UTM]." no, but Rhys sure did

Once again, Feyre is horrified at her violating Tarquin's mind, rightfully so, and yet she continues to hang out with His Majesty, The King of Violating Minds

Rhys tells Feyre that she "thinks like an Illyrian", which is very strange to me given that Illyrian women are literally not allowed to do anything other than housework and Illyrian men are seemingly all violent misogynists whom Rhys hates

Chapter 36:

"I'd bet they wouldn't have handed over that book" but you didnt ask them though??? Like, they couldve just told Tarquin about their plans, he seems reasonable enough, even if Cresseida and Varian dont agree, he as high lord should be able to override their opinions easily and if that doesnt work out THEN you can go ahead and steal it. Sure, maybe they wouldve trippled security and/or thrown them out of the SC but that should hardly be an obstacle for The Most Powerful Highlord In The History Of Prythian and his eldritch girl best friend

Okay, so Rhysand did pack illyrian leathers for her which is nice, but still, I see no reason why Feyre had to wear dresses for this (and be okay with wearkng dresses when she absolutely wasnt at the start of ACOMAF) when the NC clearly has more feminine fashion involving pants

Theres lead in this vaguely medieval fantasy world?? And theyve had for like centuries?? That seems weird to me I'll have to look into that i think

Okay, so Feyre shapeshifted into Tarquin and she says that she didnt let any part of herself that wasnt Tarquin shine through while she opened the books locks, but those shapeshifting powers are Tamlin's though. That has some very interesting implications but tbh idk if I trust sjm to have thought about it that much

"I am summer; I am sea and sun and green things" that just sounds kinda silly, also I feel like it shouldve been "I am sea and sun and golden sand" given the beach vibes that the Summer Court has

Chapter 37:

note to self: lookup what Leshon Hakodesh is exactly bc theres no way its not some random mythological term that sjm is just dropping into her world [edit: its just the jewish term for 'the Holy Tongue', im not gonna question the implications of that any more than im gonna question the existence of Nyx as a minor goddess or something in this world]

Rhysand doesnt tells anyone jackshit and Cassian is ready to stab Amren if she dares go against him, why are these jokers friends again?

Chapter 38:

granted, its been a while since I read this book and my memory isnt the best, but why exactly does Rhysand need to keep the 'why' of their mission secret? wasnt their mission just to find the cauldron before Hybern does and prevent a war with prythian and the human world?? I guess maybe Rhys doesnt wanna reveal his secret goodness or whatever, but he couldve just had Feyre act as some kind of emissary to the rest of Prythian, like, just have her pretend this is information she found out by herself at the Night Court and have her relay it to the other courts, Feyre has saved them before they have no reason not to listen to her

"'I think Tarquin wanted to be my friend.'" question, is Tarquin/Rhys a thing? Obviously Rhys doesnt deserve Tarquin but idk, there could be something there I think. they have some nice aesthetic contrasts

why would Feyre say stuff like "mother above" when thats not a deity she believed in for most of her life? Like, I already talked about how Feyre clearly had the impulse to pray in ACOTAR she just didnt do it because the names of the mortal gods have been long forgotten, but idk, I feel like her starting to embrace fae religion warrants more exploration. and fae religion in general warrants more exploration tbh

"'Its not the end of the world if you [make a mistake] every now and then'" hello??? Feyre, he made you steal from a man that has been nothing but kind to you for no reason and now theres a bounty on your heads!! And lets not forget that Rhys, Amren and Feyre are all highranking politicians in the night court, youre lucky the SC is too occupied with rebuilding itself to declare war on your asses

I keep saying this, its so infuriating how well Feyre and Rhysand already get along when theyve spent like, 2 or maybe 3 months if Im being very generous, worth of time together aside from their time UTM

god Feysand flirting is the most straight bullshit to ever straight bullshit I feel like im gonna die

Shes thinking about buying RED "lacy things" when that was meant to be a trigger for her, did no one edit this

"a sensual male voice chuckled with midnight laughter" istg the prose is so much worse in english

Feyre having to make herself focus to not look at Rhysand dick after he just had a horrible nightmare has the same energy as Bryce Crescent City thinking about how hot and muscular Hunt is while he just completely shut down because he had to kill someone

"The hole in my chest that was slowly starting to heal over" can you BE more unsubtle

Chapter 39:

Rhysand tattooing the symbol of the nightcourt onto both his knees because he "will bow for no one and nothing but his crown" is actually so funny, i wish he did more cringefail bullshit like that

I think out of all the inner circle relationships, I like Amren and Feyre the best so far and I absolutely do not believe that Cassian cares about Amren at all, much less sees her as family, that guy would kill her in a heartbeat if he could

forgive my aromanticness, but I really dont like the thing that Amren and Varian have going on, cant there be ONE character that doesnt have some stupid romance subplot in this world

Oh, so Mor telling Feyre very little of any specific plans they have is fine, but if someone from the spring court does it theyre the worst person ever

"[Cassian told me] that my family was full of bossy, know-it-all females" oh but hes sooooo much better than all those other illyrians who are all sexist brutes

Why are Beron and Helion the only ones with a last name

"[Strolling through Velaris with Mor] was perhaps my favorite, and the female certainly excelled at finding ways to spend money" are you fucking kidding me, are there actually people who consider a book with this kind of blatant 'women b shopping' bullshit to be feminist?

"'I wanted to protect my people, change the perceptions of the Illyrians, and eliminate the corruption that plagued the land'" wow Rhys and youve done such a good job at all of those things in the 500 years youve been on the throne

"[Tamlin] resented being High Lord — and maybe... maybe that was part of why the court had become what it was" ???? girlie what are you talking about, the spring court is fine right now it doesnt get destroyed until ACOWAR. which is also you fault

so Feyre is once again wearing a chiffon gown for political reasons when she could very well be wearing pants and shes completely fine with that. great

And Mor is wearing red and Feyre is completely unbothered by it, why give her a trigger like that if it just stops mattering the second shes out of the spring court

#hope you like this glimpse into my twisted mind as i read this book #anti acotar #anti sjm #anti acomaf #flames and darkness liveblog

[azsazz]

Falling For You

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Ice skating with Rhys in the Winter Court.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,001

Notes: Just thought I’d kick off December with a little Rhys cuteness.

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“Why did we have to come to the Winter Court? The Night Court is perfectly fine.” Rhysand grumbles, readjusting his gloves for the third time since you’d stepped foot into the city of Glacia, the largest of the chilly Court’s territories.

You’d always wished to see the city known for its ethereal holiday decor. The largest tree you’d ever seen, glittering with faelights and ornaments so shiny and sparkly they took your breath away, the icicles of all sizes, hanging from the tops of buildings and businesses, reflecting everything like a mirror.

And of course, the ice skating.

You peel your eyes away from the petite fae female who is doing tight corkscrews on the ice, arms curled above her head, so beautiful that you wonder just how long she’d been skating for. Shooting your mate a look from the corner of your eye you choke, stifling your laugh as you catch him with his shoulders hunched and scarf pulled up high over his nose, black knit hat tugged so far down that you can only see the violet of his eyes.

For someone who was raised deep in the frosty mountains, you thought Rhys would be able to fare the weather better.

Of course, your mate was just being dramatic. He would take you anywhere you wanted to go, and although he may be complaining right now, you knew he would warm up to the idea eventually.

There was always a lull right after Starfall. Rhysand would get a bit jittery, wanting to escape the freezing cold in favor of taking you and your friends to see the turn of the year in either Day or Summer. He liked sitting out in the sun, being able to actually feel his fingers, but you were insistent in begging him to come to Winter to experience the stories you’d been told growing up. 

And, well…when was he really ever able to say no to you?

“Yes, Rhys,” your breath puffs white clouds as you speak, “Perfectly fine. I want to experience the gorgeous winter in its true form!”

“By doing that,” he points disgustedly towards the large river before you, frozen over and with a multitude of citizens and visitors slipping and sliding across it. 

“Yes,” you cross your arms over your chest.

“You don’t even know how deadly I’ll be with those…” he makes a face, “Knives on my feet.”

You roll your eyes at your mate and he loves it, if the crinkles by his eyes as he smiles are anything to go off of.

“Well then,” you shrug, eyes snagging on the white haired High Lord as he speeds past. Your scowl melts into a wide grin as you turn towards Rhys, “I guess we’ll have to get Kallias to teach you some pointers.”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

“Okay, this isn’t so bad,” Rhys admits, right before he loses his balance.

You laugh, using the hand tucked into your own to help him steady before he falls. Rhys shoots you a thankful look, not quite ready for another drop on his ass.

“Remember not to look at your feet,” you remind him, “Kallias said to look at where you want to go.”

“Kallias has been doing this for centuries, Darling. I don’t know how well the word of a man who probably came out of the womb doing this holds up.”

“It’s working for me,” you respond smugly. You’d only lost your balance once.

Rhys mutters something under his breath that has you glaring in warning because there are children all around.

You push ahead, ignoring his protest. He’s going too slow and you want to enjoy a single lap without a complaint.

An ache fills your chest and you slow to a stop, carefully spinning around to catch eyes with your distraught mate.

He’s not that far away, looks like he’s picked up a bit of speed trying to catch up to you. His violet eyes are locked firmly on you as he glides forward, mostly straight but a little wobbly.

He’s starting to approach quickly, much more quickly than you had anticipated, and if he doesn’t try to slow down, he’ll tumble right into you.

“Rhysand, slow down!”

“I can’t,” he calls back, a tinge of fear in his voice as he pinwheels his arms backwards like that’s going to help slow him.

You don’t move fast enough and he’s sliding into you. You catch him and the breath releases from your lungs as the both of your teeter over onto the ice, hard.

Now it’s you who’s wheezing out a curse and blinking the stars from your eyes. The thick knit of your hat and padded coat helped ease the fall, but with your mate on top of you, squishing the air from your lungs, you were a bit disoriented.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he responds frantically, checking you over immediately, “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” you huff, a hand wrapped around his waist, “Just a little breathless is all.”

He smirks, a retort on the tip of his tongue but at your harsh gaze he smartly keeps it to himself.

Instead, he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, rubbing his cold nose against your skin which sends shivers up your spine.

“I think I’m ready for some hot cocoa now, Darling,” he mumbles and you giggle, fixing his disheveled hat when he leans back. There are those pretty eyes.

“I don’t think you’ve come up with a better idea in your life,” you agree, beaming at him for a moment. His eyes sparkle light, the faelights on the tree and the snowflakes in the sky, and you admire your mate, so kind for bringing you to see this. 

“Thank you, Rhys, for bringing me here.”

He shoves the scarf down to press a chilled kiss to your mouth, ignoring the squeals and laughter of the children that scoot past.

“No thanks necessary, my High Lady. Your wish is my command.”

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