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readychilledwine · 2 months
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hi, i’ve recently found your blog + wow, you’re writing is amazing! i have an idea for i would like to request, i hope that’s okay.
reader has just came home from book club w nesta, gwen and emerie at the house of wind. reader is mated to az - they’re been mated for about a few years. still reader has met nesta, reader almost always has her nose in a book - smutty book to be exact. reader is kinda embarrassed by this bc she wasn’t one to read smutty books before meeting nesta. az is starting to question why reader is always so invested in a book or why he has hardly seen reader for the last couple of weeks. az picks up the book reader is currently reading behind reader’s back & starts to get a little jealous maybe? az may confront reader about the book? i’m not to sure about the ending, but i do know az would do something like asking reader what their favorite scene & they could reenact it or something of that nature. i could totally see az teasing reader just a little bit as well.
i love for you to put your own spin on this. thank you 🩷🩷🩷
Book Boyfriend
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Summary - Azriel has gotten a little tired of your reading habits.
Warnings - Az is a kind of a dick
A/n - I went the spicy mad Az route, and don't worry. Per Liz tradition, it's open for another part.
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Azriel could have burned the damn book in your hands. You hadn't set it down in 3 days.
3 fucking days of you and Nesta curled into each other, drinking Rhysand's expensive wine, reading that stupid thick book.
He knew you loved to read. Books and book related gifts had been his go-to gifts for you since the mating bond snapped 100 years ago. But the obsession since Ness was made was unbearable.
He never had to fight for your attention until now. He felt a shoulder brush his. "Ah, they're in the "We don't want Cassian to know we're reading smut," pose."
Azriel froze, feeling down the bond and trying to get to your end. You had it locked down, but there was a soft blush on your and Nesta's cheeks. "How do you know its smut?"
Cassian sighed. "It's all they read, Azzy. Have you not noticed?"
His shadows darkened. You had hardly kissed or touched him in 3 days in favor of a smut novel? He could show you things, do things, most authors would only think of in their sick dreams.
He felt himself paling under Cassian's gaze. Was he not pleasing you anymore? Was he not performing to your expectations? You always seemed content, spent, and overjoyed when you two had sex.
"I need a fucking drink." Azriel stormed away. Slamming the door to your shared chambers shut. He took on look at the crystal whiskey decanter and decided to drink until you came to the room.
Azriel woke up to soft footsteps and the feeling of a blanket getting laid across him. He heard you sigh, falling into bed, then that faint creak of an unbroken in book spine opening.
Meaning you had a new book. A new smut novel to ignore him with. A new fake boyfriend to imagine between your thighs.
Azriel stood on shaking legs, and he went to bed. Watching as you snapped to book shut and set it on your nightstand title down. "Did I wake you?"
"Yup." He curled into the bed facing away from you. It was childish, but if you weren't happy, you could have just told him instead of replacing him.
When he woke up, raging headache and all, you were gone. But the book wasn't. He reached over and grabbed it, cracking the spine out of spite. 55 chapters in, and Azriel was bored. If he tried to fuck you on a table covered in paint, you'd glare at him about the mess. About getting paint 1000 places you shouldn't.
So why the hell were you reading a book about it?
It was late into the evening when you returned. Azriel had finished the book, marking specific things he wanted to confront you about. He didn't stand as the door opened, didn't greet you as you came in with a few bags. You were all smiles, dolled up in a pretty dress. Your hair was loosely curled, and makeup was done.
"Where the fuck have you been?" It came out as harsh as he expected it to. "I take a week off and you have hardly spent time with me."
He watched you jump, eyes going wide as you took a few steps back. "Nesta wanted to go into town. We lost track of time. I-"
"Lost track of time? Aren't you the female who taught Rhysand how to properly track the stars and sun?" He stalked toward you, book in hand. "Did you two go to find more vitriol like this?" He held it up, watching as your cheeks flushed and you went to reach for it.
"Azriel-"
He lifted it above his head. "You haven't touched me in weeks. You've kissed me maybe once. Hell, yesterday you were content to leave me on the damn couch. I can see why though, you're sitting here getting your needs met by some fictional fae lord instead of me. If you aren't happy anymore just tell me."
Shock hit your face slowly, mind whirling and emotions pouring into him from the bond. "Azriel, it's a book. Not another male."
That wasn't enough for him. "And how many times have you pleasured yourself to this book? Thinking about the main character between your thighs?"
You sighed. "To that one? Not a single time. I haven't gotten to read it and you already damaged the spine." The sadness in your voice made him pause, lowering the book until you could grab it.
You were always so gentle with your books, caring for them and placing them somewhere safe. Bookmarks never sat in them for too long out of fear of damage. He watched you stroke the spine, going to the bookshelf and placing it in the spot it would belong in to match your color based organization.
"Is this really about a book, or is something else going on?" You wouldn't look at him, wouldn't say his name. He could hear the soft tremble. "I'm sorry I made a friend. I'm sorry I've been spending time with Nesta instead of you. But she gets it. She gets how feeling like you don't belong in this family feels," a stab to his chest. "She gets how feeling out of place among you all feels," the stab turning into a gapping wound that had him leaning against the couch. "She gets what it's like to have a mate that is busy and expects you to be here waiting."
You had ripped his heart out. In 100 years, this had never come up. There had never been signs. "Y/n-"
He watched in silence as you held a hand up, moving to grab some clothes and a hair brush. "I'm going to sleep in a guest room tonight. This could have been turned into something beautiful, Az. We could have used these books to inspire fun in our bedroom," your hand ran along that damaged book. "Instead, you disrespected my belongings, accused me of an unthinkable act, and made this about your fragile ego."
You left the room, silence falling in the wake. Azriel stared at the book he had damaged. It was a first edition. A soft shade of blue with swirls of darkness. He walked to it, head hung in shame.
It was an escape. A way for you to cope with your feelings. No different than him training, and he had ruined it.
And now, he checked his calendar, he had 4 days to make it up to you before he, Cassian, and Nesta were gone for a month.
Leaving you alone all over again with nothing but an empty house and a book boyfriend.
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highladyandromeda · 11 days
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Shadows of the Heart
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Azriel x Reader
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Summary: After years apart, Y/n returns to Velaris, bearing the weight of sacrifice and secrets from her past. Reunited with Rhysand and his Inner Circle, she navigates the complexities of rekindled friendships and unresolved tensions. 
Y/n’s powers are inspired by Scarlet Witch from Marvel. She is a sorceress living in Vallahan, with her family hailing from the night court. 
Word count: 1k-ish
Warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, but nothing particularly graphic
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Azriel stood off to the side, quietly observing the cozy scene in the House of Wind's living room. There was Feyre, nestled comfortably on Rhys's lap, her giggles echoing softly as she leaned in to catch his whispered words. In the corner, Amren made an art out of lounging, a smirk playing on her lips as she peered over her wine glass. Cassian had wrapped an arm around Nesta, her head bent together with Gwen and Emerie, engrossed in a lively discussion about their latest read. The ambient buzz of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses filled with Rhys's impressive wine, created a backdrop of contented harmony.
Azriel tried his best to shove aside the twinge of jealousy that crept up on him, watching his brothers and their bliss. He didn't want to feel like just an onlooker, basking in the warmth of their happiness, yet here he was. His mind wandered to Elain, who had opted for an early night. Would her presence have allowed him to drift away from this feeling, to find solace in her gentle smiles and tender gazes? It seemed chasing fae after fae with hearts as bright as the sun was his lot in life. Yearning for a sliver of light in his shadowed existence, a beacon like Elain, or Mor, someone to take him out—that's when he noticed it—his shadows, usually so still, began to stir anxiously around him.
In danger, in danger, they whispered, urgency threading through their murmurs.
In pain. Falling, falling, the ones closest murmured, their voices escalating into a desperate shout.
Springing to his feet, Azriel scanned the room, brushing off the puzzled glances thrown his way. Then, a sharp thud echoed, quickly followed by a cry that cut through the relaxed chatter. In a heartbeat, he was dashing towards the balcony, with Rhys and Cassian hot on his heels, all three propelled by the sudden urgency to uncover the source of the disturbance that had just intruded upon their peaceful evening.
Bursting through the balcony doors, Azriel was met with a scene that defied all expectations. Chaotic runes smeared across the floor in hasty, overlapping strokes forming an intricate magical circle. At its heart lay two figures: a faerie kneeling, her skin so pale it shimmered with almost ethereal light, ebony locks sprawling untidily about her. Her eyes, aglow with an intense crimson, matching the runes surrounding her, pierced through the night. Dark stains marred her robes—wounds, he realized, still seeping blood from her arm and leg. She cradled Mor’s head in her lap, their gazes locking in a moment so profound, that Azriel felt the world around him come to a standstill. He swore he felt his heart stutter, a memory long forgotten trying to urge its way out. Mor, his attention snapped to, was equally pale, her lips tinged a sickly shade of blue.
“What did you do to–” Just as Azriel began, he saw the female look behind him, exclaiming, “Rhys! 
“Y/n?” Rhys ran to her, his hands frantic, unsure of whether to hold her or lean for Mor. 
“Rhys” She began again, her breaths coming out in spurts. She grabbed his hand as he leaned down to hold her, “Poison…she’s been poisoned, needs tonic–”
Barely finishing her sentence, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, Rhys’s hands halting her from hitting the floor. 
“Call for Madja” Rhy yelled. “Mor’s been poisoned and perhaps Y/n as well.”
Before Azriel could react, Cassian stepped up, carefully lifting Mor, while Rhys carried Y/n, both moving swiftly back into the sanctuary of the house.
They found a bedroom with two twin beds, laying one on each. 
Madja, a whirlwind of expertise, raced around both, focusing her skills on stabilizing Mor's precarious state. Meanwhile, Rhys was tasked with a grim duty, pressing down on Y/n's wounds, which despite the salves and a plethora of cloths, continued bleeding relentlessly.
"It's the runes," Amren interjected, her voice slicing through the turmoil like a blade. All eyes, save for Madja's, who momentarily lessened the fervor of her tonic mixing, turned to her.
"She utilized ancient magic," Amren stated, her declaration hanging in the air, dense with implications, yet devoid of further explanation, prompting Rhys to press for clarity.
"And that means?" 
The urgency lacing Rhys's voice caught Azriel off-guard. Who was this female, who seemed so familiar and why was she so important to Rhys? He felt a spark of anger at the way Rhys held her, despite knowing Rhys's heart belonged to Feyre.
"It means she offered her blood as a sacrifice. Likely to transport herself and Mor here. Inspect Mor for runes," Amren directed without pause.
Before Amren's words could fully settle, Madja cut through the sleeves of Mor’s dress, revealing an arm ensnared by crimson runes, mirroring those that marred the balcony. 
It was then that Azriel's senses sharpened, recognizing the scent that pervaded the air—a metallic tang he had initially overlooked in the chaos. Blood. Those runes, those symbols, all wrought from blood. Recollections of the massive circles they had traversed to enter this scene played back in his mind, causing his stomach to churn. It was reflected in Feyre's gasp as she rushed to aid Y/n, while Rhys was overtaken by a wave of nausea.
The room, already tense with fear and uncertainty, was engulfed in a silent horror as Madja's voice, though trembling, broke through the silence. "She's correct. The blood serves as an anchor for Morrigan's soul. The runes must bind Morrigan to..."
"Y/n's," Rhys provided, his voice steady in the thick silence.
"Yes, to Y/n's very essence," Madja concluded. "This means Y/n will continue to suffer, to bleed, until Morrigan shows signs of recovery. In exchange.”
A heavy silence settled over them, punctuated only by the rhythmic thud of Madja grinding her herbs, as the gravity of their situation unfolded.
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Author's note: Hi everyone! I’ve been a lurker in the acotar fandom for ages, this is my first time writing, so do let me know what you think. I'm not totally sure how far I want to take this series, but I do have longer chapters planned ahead.
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harrystylesfan2686 · 21 days
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Crush On Them
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Pairing: Nessian x Reader
Summary: When your small crush ends you up with you in their bed. MDNI
Warnings: Little smut with plot. A little fluff.
A/N: There isn't enough Nessian on this app😤 also first time writing smut please forgive any mistakes and tell me your thoughts😁
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You had always liked Cassian, from the moment the two of you met. Your crush was so obvious to everyone around you, it was like watching a lost puppy follow it's master. Everywhere Cassian went you were there, no matter where or what time. You would somehow always find yourself seeking Cassian's attention. You love having his eyes on you all the time, and you thought he did too.
But then Nesta came along.
She walked around with so much anger and hate towards everyone, you worried she would get in serious trouble because of her snappy mouth. Little did you know, she managed to pull off Cassian.
You were jealous as hell at the starting few months. But when they accepted their mating bond, the one you couldn't ever guess they had, all that jealousy and anger had dissolved in a pool of sadness.
You distant yourself after that.
Gave them the privacy they should have. After all who would want anyone lingering around them when their newly found mate was standing with them. It was very hard considering you lived in house of wind. The mating frenzy was disastrous. And the noises, gods, you would scratch out you ears if you could.
There were so many moments where you wondered if you wanted to be them, or be with them. Like the one morning while training, you and Azriel sparred while the newly mated took each other. In the small one minute you took to drink water, you nearly chocked to death, catching a glimpse of Cassian and Nesta.
The smooth and sweaty skin of Cassian not wearing any shirt, shining glitters thanks to the early morning rays, looked so good. Nesta, too, the fighting leathers hugged her body in all the right places. The slight smirk on both of their faces as they attacked and defenced each others moves with persistence. That was the first time you looked at Nesta, not with envy but admiration.
There were a lot of times where you thought maybe they want you too. Like the time you were shit drunk, coming back from Rita's.
You didn't realize how much you drank until you couldn't see straight. Cassian and Mor being the only ones there were to bring you back home but Mor having disappeared with someone, Cassian was left with the responsibility of taking you home.
"Where is Nesta, Cass?" The pout on your face seemed permanent for the night as he flyed to your house.
"Nesta's out with Gwen and Emerie for the night, remember?" His smile at your state seemed permanent too.
"Right! She told me about that!" You giggle to yourself. You were still babbling nonsense as he lands on the roof, walking to your bedroom with you still in his arms, not trusting yourself to walk without face planting on the floor.
"Alright, sweetheart. You should go to sleep now." He layes you down on the bed and gently removes you shoes and jewelry. Tucking you in, stilling smiling at you as you hum in comfort.
You don't remember much from the night but clearing remember his lips kissing you to sleep, lingering near your mouth as slumber pulls you in completly.
Or like the time you accidentally cut your finger while attempting to make dinner.
You hissed in pain, throwing down the knife to look at your first finger. You were so distracted by the smell from Nesta that reeked sex while walking into kitchen for a glass of water. She was at your side in a second, taking your hand with gentleness and aspecting the small cut that now bled red. Her lips thinned and eyes furrow just a little as she looked at you with a hint of worry.
She didn't say anything but take you finger in her mouth. Your breath hitched as her tounge swept over the injury, licking away the blood, all while keeping her eyes on yours. She pulled away when the cut healed, her lips curling at the sight of your flushed face, eyes on her lips and breathing heavily.
She pulled back and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you red faced and with a shocking realization of your crush on the female.
These along with all the other confusing interaction that happened with the couple left you speechless, having no idea what to take of them. Your small crush somehow growed into full on love feelings. You have no idea when it happened but you had realized it one day while readying (more like trying to read) a book that you loved them.
It killed you knowing they didn't share the feelings and having to see them together, loving each other, having to hear them together, everyday. It's not like you can go to all day missions like Azriel to get away. No. You had to say hear and endure it all without doing anything that raised questions.
Little did you knew, they knew about it all long before you knew yourself.
On their side, Cassian and Nesta were doing everything they could to talk to you, look at you, have your attention all to themselves. They loved playing with you and making you blush over the slightest of touches. They were working with each other from the start, trying to get to you confess your feelings to any one of them.
They loved watching you try to not look at them, try to control your blushing expressions, control your arousal around them. They found it funny whenever you stutter while talking when they eye your figure, found it annoying when someone else grabs your attention from them even for mere seconds.
Why do you think they are so loud at night? To have you listen to them. To only have them on your mind at nights, thinking of all the ways they would please and pleasure you.
They loved this game so damn much.
Which is why when you walk in on them in the exposing position, they smirk at you instead of scolding you away as you thought they would, they let you watch.
Watch how their naked bodies blend together. How Nesta's back to Cassian's chest plush against one another. On they're knees with his one arm holding her upright while the other rubbing her sweet botton and hers in his hair, clucking on for dear life as he slams himself into her again and again and again.
The sight waters your mouth.
Gods, you knew they had good bodies but your imagination does not do justice to the real thing. You knew he had a big cock but not could never guess the actual girth, and her body, the lipstick speared mouth, the peachy nipples begging to be sucked on, and her thighs...
You squeeze you thighs together as you look where they join, feeling yourself get so wet. The smell of sex heavy in the air and your hands form fists to keep from moving.
"Like watching us sweetheart?" Cassian's voice heard above the sweet little moans of Nesta. You nod once, not seeming to know what words are.
"Yeah? Wanna watch her cum for us?" You can hear the smirk in his voice. You nod again and he says,"Come here then, help me make her cum."
You swallow and move without thinking, kneeling in front of them on the bed, facing Nesta. Not knowing what to do, you look at him. "Come on, Y/N. Don't get shy on us now." His hips not stopping their blissful torture. You look into her eyes and lean forward, resting your hands on her waist and taking the pink bud of her breast into your mouth and suck.
Her moans coming out louder now, as Cassian grunts, enjoying the view of his girls. You take the other nipple between your fingers and pinch, and she cries out. Cassian letting go of her clit to hold her tighter for harder thrusts. Your other hand replacing his on her nub, moving in fast circles and you whisper, "Cum for us, Nesta."
She screams as her orgasm hits her, rocking her to her very core, harder then any she's had before. Cassian and you don't stop your movements, prolonging her pleasure. You only slow down when she whimpers, silently begging you to stop from overestimating her and Cassian pulls out of her heat.
Only deep heavy breaths sound in the room for a few seconds and she comes down from her high. You feel hard chest behind you at the same time Nesta grips your jaw, forcing your eyes on hers. Cassian's hands slid into your top, up to your breasts and Nesta orders.
"Now, your turn, sweetheart."
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throneofsapphics · 6 months
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hi, i was wondering if you could do something with an idea that i’ve had for a while ?
it would be a feysand x reader
imagine: you’re apart of the friend group between nesta, gwen, and emerie. you’re all reading a darker romance book then you usually do, one day rhys or feyre catches you reading it or finds the book, either way they take the book and starts to read it/shows the book to other. later on that day feysand confronts you, starts to tease you about the book, maybe even asks to recreate your favorite scenes. you get a little embarrassed bc of it being a darker romance book, but mostly bc feysand found it & read it.
i hope that makes sense, i was hoping for somewhat angst if you could fit it in and definitely smut
i’ve had this stuck in my head for days and i just needed you to hear it 😂😭
i am absolutely OBSESSED with your writing, i can’t get enough of it 🫶🏻
a good book can do wonders 
Feysand x f!Reader
Summary: Rhys and Feyre steal one of your books. 
Warnings: nsfw, smut, cnc, bondage, not proofread, minors dni!!
Word Count: ~1.4k 
A/N: I loved this idea so much, thank you! It deviated a bit
They’d scented your arousal, undoubtedly, as you sat curled in your favorite armchair. …
“Who recommended this?” Rhys asked, flipping through the pages. 
You tugged your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “Guess.” You muttered, carefully watching his reactions as he skimmed through it, Feyre leaning over his shoulder.
“Please tell me it wasn’t my sister.” Feyre groaned, but you saw how her eyes gleamed. 
“It’s not,” you managed to huff out a laugh. 
“Definitely Emerie.” Feyre shot you a sly smile. You didn’t confirm or deny. It was her, but you didn’t need to spill her secrets like that. Your non-answer probably told them everything they needed to know. Too late, you realized you could’ve just said it was your own book. 
“And what if it was mine?” 
“I’d be surprised.” Feyre admitted with a shrug. “But it’s not.” She continued flipping through the pages, pausing on one as her eyes widened. You knew exactly what part she’d gotten to, and groaned. You decided it was time for you to leave. Now. Before they said or did anything else that would embarrass you. Rhys shot you a look as you left, as if he was saying this isn’t over yet, and you ignored him, leaving both him and Feyre to keep reading over that damn book. You’d figure out how to get it back later. 
You avoided them for the rest of the day, being extra-cautious to stay out of their way. You weren’t too embarrassed, but it felt like a violation for them to come up and grab it from you. Your biggest secret fantasies, all exposed because they couldn’t mind their own damn business. Hours later, you were still stewing as the time approached for bed, and wondered if it made you a bit immature to avoid them over this. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you muttered under your breath as you approached the door, pushing it open. Thankfully, the room was still empty and you slipped into the bathroom. Maybe you could be asleep before they returned. 
Sleep didn’t come easy, or come at all, you tossed and turned, tucking your arm under the pillow with a groan. 
“Already trying to sleep?” you heard Feyre from the door, “I might think you’re avoiding us.” 
You let out another grumble, but didn’t move, cursing how they always seem to know. 
“Of course we do,” Rhys’s smooth voice slipped into your mind, and you shoved him back out - slamming the mental walls right up and ignoring his chuckle as a claw stroked down them. 
“If you like it, you don’t have to be ashamed,” Feyre sat next to you, pushing you aside slightly to give herself more room. She moved your arm, exposing your face. You blinked and readjusting to the light, ignoring how her soft hands stroked up and down your bare arm. “So do we,” she glanced at Rhys with a small smirk. He was leaning back against the dresser, watching your every reaction carefully. He gave a small nod to signal his agreement.
“There are some scenes I wouldn’t mind giving a shot,” he purred. 
You let out a slow breath, trying to regain your composure as heat shot right to your core.  “It’s not,” you sighed, “not necessarily that. It’s that you took it from me.” 
His hands braced the dresser as he pushed off it, stalking towards you. He stopped, standing right by your head. One finger traced your jawline, brushing over your bottom lip. His eyes gleamed as your heart sped up, your pulse fluttering and eyes closing at his touch. “I’d say I’m sorry … but it’s opened up a whole realm of possibilities.” 
“Rhys,” Feyre said in a warning tone. Your eyes opened as he shot her a look, as if to say you feel the same. 
“Do you trust us?” He asked you, straightening. 
“Yes,” you breathed, and had an idea of what was headed your way next. 
“And you know how to give your word, if you can’t speak?” 
Gods, you felt like your heart might beat right out of your chest as you gave a small nod. The corners of his mouth twitched up. He tugged you out of the bed, and you stood on shaky legs, your nightgown falling down to the middle of your thighs. He reached out one hand for Feyre, grasping yours in the other, and winnowed. 
You fought hard to keep your balance as you landed … in the Palace above Hewn City. A shiver ran down your spine, the breeze seeming to swirl around the room. You’d only been here once before. 
“Run.” 
You didn’t hesitate and sprinted out, weaving up the stairs and throwing yourself around corners. You had absolutely no idea where you were and quickly found yourself lost. Still, you didn’t quit moving. 
“Lost, darling?” 
You ignored him, but left your walls down still. 
“She has to be, poor thing.” Feyre answered him. 
You could sense their presence nearby, they had to be close. Your breathing grew ragged, and a tiny bit of fear slipped in along with the anticipation. It made it all the more exciting. 
One arm wrapped around your throat, tugging you back into a hard chest as you yelped. 
“Found you,” Rhys’s teeth grazed your neck as you struggled, trying to throw him off. As expected, it didn’t work - not one bit. 
Instead, you found yourself on a balcony seconds later. All of the winnowing was throwing you off, making you lose sense of direction. 
Your hips hinged, pressing against the rail of the balcony as he pressed you over it. His feet kicked your ankles wide, and his firm grip was the only thing keeping you from tumbling off. Feyre’s hand slid down your calf, laughing and gripping your ankle firmly as she gripped it. 
“Please,” you begged, “please stop.” 
Instead, silky ropes appeared, binding one of your ankles to the railing. She moved quickly to secure the other, ignoring your attempts to kick her away. 
Rhys’s hand landed firmly on your ass. “That wasn’t very nice,” he tutted, and another blow rained down on you. You yelped and wiggled underneath him, but you could move. Not as he yanked your right arm over your back, tying it off somewhere, before yanking the left across it, securing that one as well. You were left completely immobile and exposed - at their mercy. Thank the Mother it’s summer time, still, the chill made your nipples harden painfully. 
Your nightgown was bunched up around your hips, as he ran one hand up the outside of your thighs, firmly squeezing your ass before slapping it again. You yelped at the impact, your hips digging into the rail. 
“Please,” you begged again, but this time you were sure what you were begging for. 
“Please, what?” Feyre asked, a cruel hint to her tone, just as two of Rhys’s fingers slammed into you. A mixture between a scream and moan left your lips as he crooked them forward to hit that spot. 
“Little slut can’t even talk.” You looked over your shoulder as Rhys’s fingers pulled out, in time to see him offering them to her. 
“St-stop,” you managed to babble, and she shoved him away, gripping the back of your hair and making your neck arch painfully. 
“Really?” Her hand laid a slap down, right to your wet and aching pussy, and another whimper left your lips. “This doesn’t feel like you want us to stop.” 
Her laugh was cruel as she released your hair, crouching down and digging her teeth into your ass, harsh enough she left a bite on your ass. 
They had studied the book apparently, and were playing out the scene almost identically to how you remember it. “Anything for you,” Rhys’s voice slid into your mind as Feyre’s tongue licked one long strip through your folds. You tried to wiggle away as she slid over your puckered hole, but she held you in place, nails digging into your ass as a warning. 
For what could have been hours, Rhys and Feyre took full advantage of your position - completely bound and vulnerable to their whims. Your hips would have bruises the next day from him pounding into you, you were overstimulated and more sore than you had been in the past, but satisfaction ran through you too - completely sated and content. 
You sighed in relief as they undid the binds, your nightgown had been torn off completely at some point, but Rhys somehow pulled a robe out of thin air and wrapped it around you, tying it gently. Feyre gathered you in her arms, holding you tightly and winnowing you back to the River Estate.
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dopeartisanprincess · 9 months
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Rereading acotar made me really sad and at first I thought it was just because of my sadness of what happened to Tamlin's character and the character dynamics (which were really nice,) and Feylin itself. Then I realized I'm more sad about Feyre, Nesta and hopefully not but probably Elaine too, like look at what happened in acosf. I love the girlies(Emerie, Gwen, and all the priestess) but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
You had Rhysand and hiding life or death information from Feyre and this isn't even surprising with everything else he's done. You had Cassian and his crusade to break Nesta down, I wanted to weep in some parts. And I'm praying for Elaine because JESUS the track history with the court of dreams is a fucking nightmare.
So that's why I've decided to ignore every book after the first and made this instead
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wiltingcrowns · 11 months
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rereading acosf, and the amount of red flags waving are alarming. and are the efforts that are being made to make amren and rhysand and cassian the saviors and the good guys are also alarming, considering they very are not.
im gonna say this now ; i adore the valkyries and nesta finding her home in emerie and gwen makes me so happy for her. im glad she has them. because the ic and nobody in the night want the best for her. they just want to control her. and nesta's only crime by the standards of the sjmverse in acofas and acosf was wanting to be left alone and independence away from the ic.
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lullabestie14 · 26 days
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Hi! Genuinely curious, I saw your post in the pro Elain(?) or Elain Archeron tag, what do we have left to learn about Gwen? I feel like we learned most of her story through Nesta. I did genuinely really enjoy her character though! I haven’t scrolled much through your page so if you’ve answered this before forgive me! I promise I’m not trying to stir the pot, really am just interested in a different perspective :)
Oh I didn’t realise i put the Elain tag😭😭 I just clicked on all the hashtags and didn’t notice.
But sure I will answer your question if you’re genuinely asking.
Two things that are very important to Gwyn’s hea [which still didn’t happen]
1- leaving the library.
2- wearing her invoking stone again.
Those two things didn’t happen in a book where she was a main focused like ACOSF, so when are they gonna happen? In Elain and Azriel’s book? or Lucien and Vassa? No, it will happen in a book where she is a main focus.
Also one of the very important things a lot of people miss. is that her mother lived in the forest house. Do you know who lives in the forest house too? Baron and the lady and their children. why did Gwyn’s mother live there? Gwyn’s grandfather is an autumn Court high Fae there’s a big chance Baron could be her grandfather and I don’t think Sarah added that for nothing.
Sarah said she wanted to write the stories of Elain, Mor, Azriel, notice how she didn’t say the love interest. and if Emerie’s story will be told with Mor. and we already have Nesta’s. then why wouldn’t Gwyn’s story be told too? isn’t she a part of the trio? Sarah will not leave her out.
Lastly the Valkyries, the Valkyries plot line is not finished given the line when Cassian and Azriel said the training is still going and how Mor said she want to join them later and it’s clear its there to build up her love story with Emerie.
why didn’t Sarah make Gwyn leave the library and wear her stone in ACOSF where she was a big focus? when will this happen? I don’t think this will happen off page given how important it is for her character.
I don’t believe she will be the main POV she will have the love interest’s POV just like Cassian.
I hope I answered your question.
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emmafreakecreations · 7 months
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At this point I am only here for Nesta, Lucien, Eris, Emerie, and Gwen; maybe Az but I have no hope for him in future books. And all the crack ships and crazy discourse about who was rhys's first kiss and first fuck.
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bubybubsters · 9 months
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Love of My Life part 3 (Azriel x reader)
a/n: Sorry for the big delay, I have no good excuse. Still winging it mostly, hope you enjoy, please don’t murder me.
Part 1 Part 2
Masterlist
⚠️: angst, weapons, death, think that’s it
After you told your friends what happened, Nesta made some very rude remarks that brought a smile to your face and Mor winnowed away, likely to go punch Azriel. But your high lady helped the most, she knelt beside you and said, “I’m sorry y/n but I think Azriel was acting without thinking and didn’t mean to hurt you. Give him some time and he’ll be begging for forgiveness. Make him stew over it, spend the week out here, with us, try to enjoy the present instead of focusing on the past.” Feyre gave you a sad smile and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
Mor returned with a bag of your favorite foods and you couldn’t help but notice that her knuckles were very red. You smiled at them, your friends, your family, and you decided yes, you could enjoy a week with them and forget about your troubles.
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Azriel
Azriel sat in the chair in front of Rhys and for the billionth time that day he regretted his decisions from the previous night.
What had he done?! Kissing Elain then going and kissin y/n? Then saying those words?
his brothers voice pulled him from his thoughts and he tried to pay attention to his high lord. “I’m giving you the week off,” he raised a hand as Az opened his mouth to speak, “you need it, reflect on your decisions, choose which lady you want and hope they forgive you. Feyre says they’re taking a girls week off so y/n won’t be around but Elain is still here if you wish to talk with her. You fucked up Az, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it right.”
Suddenly Cassian barged in and started yelling so fast at Azriel, neither him nor Rhys had any idea what Cass was saying.
But what Cassian was saying suddenly didn’t matter as all three illyrians suddenly felt a panicked tug on their mating bonds. Azriel stumbled as y/n’s side of the bond opened and panic, pain, and pure determination flooded his side of the bond.
Rhys grabbed both their hands and winnowed them to the spot Feyre had told him the girls were at. Azriel took in the scene and panic flooded his senses as he vaguely wondered what happened to the wards he knew Mor put up to keep them safe whenever they camped.
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Y/N
As you girls hiked back to the camp after a tiring, long hike you talked about many things. Everything but the subject of males, you were really starting to feel better and couldn’t help but smile as Nesta demanded the two of you switch so you were last and she could talk to Gwyn (is it Gwen?).
Feyre glanced back from the front, a lovely smile on her face as she told Emerie about her time in the human world, but her smile fell and a panicked expression crossed her face as she looked at something behind you.
Everyone glanced back. Everyone saw as a large, hideously colorful creature raised his paw and sliced your left shoulder, right by your heart. You gasped and fell into Nesta’s arms.
A spike of adrenaline rushed through you and you pulled out the dagger strapped to your thigh and stepped forward to engage the beast. You used the skills Rhys had taught you to create an impenetrable shield between you and your family. You looked up at the creature and your first thought was, at least the thing that kills me is as beautiful as me. The beast lunged and you parried, faking a swing then stabbing it in the side. It growled and you sent a bit of your power to distract it as you stabbed again and again. But you didn’t see the tail, it swept around and knocked you into your own barrier. You gasped opening the mating bond, sending panic, pain and your determination to keep your family safe. Feyre pounded on the barrier and you let it down, clutching your side where the beasts tail hit. Your friends swooped in, taking down two other beasts you hadn’t even noticed. Feyre came to your side, trying to heal you, she gave you her blood, but you knew it would work too slowly. She stepped back as Azriel came through, he tugged on the bond, lips moving but you heard none of it.
“I love you Azriel, I always have and always will. Even if you stop I never will. You’re mine and I am yours, I love you.” Azriel picked you up and winnowed you to the house, but you knew it would be too late. You smiled at his tear streaked face as the darkness swooped in.
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Azriel
Azriel heard your words over and over again as Madja looked up at him and shook her head. No. This couldn’t be happening, just as he found his mate, she died.
Madja spoke, “im sorry but I can’t save her, there is a poison in her wounds that I have never seen before. I don’t know the way to fix it, and it’s already made its way to her heart.”
Azriel fell to his knees and let out a guttural scream as he pulled on that bond one last time. A soft, gentle pull came back and hope kindled, but the bond was gone. Y/n was gone. His mate was gone.
“I love you too.”
a/n: please don’t kill me. I have no regrets but comments are appreciated
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@glaciuswduo @alexboshallex @wannabewolf @moonfawnx
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heart-defendor · 9 months
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Sellyn Drake
The Lady of Autumn is Helions mate. You gonna try to tell me she doesn't match his energy?
Helion x LOA, Lucien x Elain
Please enjoy as Lucien's parents traumatized him'
Warnings: 18+
Lucien watched his parents from across the table, he had never seen his mother, Hestia so content. 
A few months ago Eris and his men along with the help of Lucien and the Night Court finally put an end to Baron and the truth of Lucien's lineage came out. It had been chaos at first, Lucien didn't know what to do with the news of his heritage. There had been confusion and anger but the dust had settled and both him and his mother were spending more and more time in the Day Court. Lucien suspected she would soon move here full time, judging by the way she was giggling at a quite frankly terrible joke Helion made. 
“Think i would like to continue writing.”
Lucien gave her a questioning look,”You write?”
His mother blinked and looked over at him, it appeared she had momentarily forgotten she and Helion were not alone. 
“Ah well yes,” she began, “Baron never gave much for me to do as Lady of Autumn. I had a lot of free time in my hands, so I took to writing to fill my days. It was a private hobby, and I miss it. I’d like to continue.”
“What did you write? Would it be anything I’d like to read?”
The corner of his mothers lips turned upward into a small smile as she rested her chin on her interlaced fingers. Lucien was immediately suspicious. He knew that smile all too well, had seen it plastered on Eris a million times before. “Nothing you would have liked, mostly just silly romances dear,” she replied in her sweet voice.
Lucien didn’t trust that smile and coupled with the shit eating grin on Helion's face, he had no interest in going down this road.
So for his own sake the topic was dropped.
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A few months later Lucien was attending the Inner Circle’s family dinner at the River House at Elain’s invitation. Over the past year things had been progressing between them,they had just gotten back from the Day Court where she had been visiting him for the week. 
This particular family dinner was a rather large one that had extended to include Varien and Nesta’s Valkyrie friends. However Nesta, Emerie and Gwen were not there yet, apparently this afternoon was the release of their favorite authors Sellyn Drake’s new book Rakes and Roses. According to Cassian they were adamant that they got their copies the moment it was released, especially since it was rumored that this particular book had a special note from the author.  Azriel added that it was all any of the Valkyries talked about at training. And when Cassian had dropped off Nesta at the bookstore there was already a massive line of females beginning to form. 
Lucien hadn’t read any himself, but everyone in Prythian had heard of Sellyn Drake. She was famous for her erotic novels that were filled with filth that few could ever think up. 
Dinner wouldn't officially start till the three females arrived so the group sat around the dinner table enjoying a pre-dinner drink as they waited on the Valkyries. 
Fortunately it didn’t take long for the three to show up. They burst in all giggles and excitement, each holding a copy of their new treasure. Rhysand waved his hand, the dining table was instantly covered in delicious food. It was met with groans of approval. 
 “Finally,” exclaimed Cassian, waistinging no time filling his plate. “I can’t believe you made me wait to eat just so you could pick up your porn.”
Nesta scowled at her mate as she took a seat, “it's not porn it’s literature.” 
Cassian snorted before stuffing his face with steak.
“Sellyn Drake novels are about female empowerment. The heroines go on adventures and find their own strength,” gushed Gwen.
“Sellyn inspires us, the females don’t wait around for males to save them, they save themselves,” Added Emerie.
“And it’s always so romantic!”  Gwen sighed.
“Cressida had a whole section of the palace library dedicated to her works.” Varien muttered. 
“I haven’t read any of them, but maybe I should? Perhaps after dinner you could show me a few of your favorites.” Said Feyre to which Gwen nodded enthusiastically. 
Rhys mouth quirked up at the side, “and then we can act out a few of your favorite scenes. What do you say darling?”
Fyre swatted his arm letting him to behave but she couldn't hide her smile. Lucien chuckled.
“For Cauldron's sake Nesta put the book down.”
“In a moment! I’m reading the author's note. I need to know if the rumors where-“ she interrupted herself with a loud gasp effectively earning the table attention. Wordlessly she passed the book to Emerie.
 Emerie began to read aloud. 
“ Dear my wonderful readers, I cannot thank you enough for the love and support you have shown me over the years. It is your enthusiasm that kept my imagination alive and allowed me to flourish. Without you I fear that I would have long since lost my fire. Your kind words have meant more to me than you will ever know.”
Lucien's gaze caught Nesta steel blue eyes. Nesta was openly staring at Lucien. Why was his mate's sister staring at him?? 
“ It is no longer for me to remain hidden. For this reason I have decided to reveal that Selene Drake is only a pen name. I look forward to meeting all of you, Hestia Vanserra, former Lady of Autumn.”
The room went silent, the only sound Nyx's giggles. The rest were all staring at Lucien, waiting to see how he would react. But Lucien didn’t know how to react. He stood there frozen, wide eyed with his fork half way to his mouth. 
The Valkyries were the first to break the silence.
“You have to introduce her to us, Lucien.”
“Please take us to Day Court with you!”
“Do you think she will sign my copy of Wild and Wicked for me?”
Lucien dropped his fork and groaned. Cauldron fry me.
Amren smirked, “ who knew the Lady of Autumn had it in her.”
Instead of his signature smirk Ryhs had huge grin plastered on his stupid face, “it makes sense, this is Helion's mate after all.”
“They say Autumn males have fire in their blood, so why not the females?” That was Mor, but Lucien was barely listening.
“She was with Baron for so long, and there’s no chance he cared about her pleasure. Do you think it all came from her imagination?” 
This was hell, it had to be. They were all enjoying this way too much, filled with laughter and excitement filled the room. Even Azriel was having a good time.  Probably thinking about how to torment Eris with this new information. 
“Well she was having an affair with Helion. She probably wrote from experience.” 
Nesta turned to her friends, “Remember The Sun's Embrace with Amara and Castor, that has got to be based on them.” The Valkyrie’s were practically vibrating with excitement, all but forgetting about the rest of them. 
“Oh, remember the beach scene!”
“How could I forget?”
“Or when Castor took her to small cottage and bound her so tha-” 
“Do not finish that sentence!” Lucien bellowed. These females were shameless. 
From his right Cassain clapped him on the back while laughing.
“Feyre darling, now we have to read her books. You know anything Helion thought up has to be a good time.”
Lucien stood up and whirled on them “Don't you dare, I forbid it! You're like my little sister Feyre, I can’t have you reading my mothers books. The only thing worse would be my mate-”
Slowly he turned to look down at Elain, who had remained silent this entire time. Her cheeks were dusted rose and her eyes averted his. Mortification, all he could feel was pure mortification. His perfect sweet mate. 
“You haven't.”
Doe eyes looked up at him and in the smallest voice she replied, “ I have.”
Lucien humped back down in his chair, pressing his palms into his eyes. “I think I liked it better when Beron was my father.” He muttered. Elain had started to rub soothing circles on his back. 
“You don't mean that.” Slowly he uncovered his eyes to look at her.
He sighed. “You’re right I don’t, Day Court is my home, it's where I belong.”
She gave him a soft smile which he returned and Lucien felt something special passed between the two of them.  
"So you are gonna take us back to Day with you right?" Said Nesta.
“I will burn this place to the ground.”
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deathladyofdusk · 8 months
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I'm not gonna lie I would love to see Koschei kidnap Nesta. You'd immediately see:
• Cassian losing his shit
• Emerie ready to go to war
• Gwen strategizing and researching Koschei
• Rhys realizing he was an asshole and watching his brother's pain
• Azriel being sneaky and missing his new friend
• Elain working on her power as she desperately tries to locate Nesta
• Feyre regretting every fight and ready to put her fighting leathers on
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littlestw01f · 24 days
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Are you pro Rhysand ? Because he sexually abused Feyre utm drugging and making her do lap dances for him while she was intoxicated and threw up
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Hello, Anon(s) :)
I am pro-everyone and anti-no one when it comes to acotar. Mostly because if you think of it on a deep level, every character has done bad shit, and they have done good things too, they aren't just good or bad, everyone falls into a grey area (except for the golden Gwen and Emerie). So instead of demeaning EVERYONE for not always being good, I choose to respect them for their good moments.
You will not see any anti-posts on my blog, unless a story I want to write demands it.
Now you two asked for Rhysand and Feysand. Yes I am pro Rhysand and I ship Feysand.
And since the "are you pro-Rhysand" ask felt rather aggressive (and a little weird) to me. Here you all go.
I am pro-Rhysand because:
He saved Feyre from the three lesser Fae who went after her during Calanmai.
He helped Feyre during the second trial, thereby saving both her AND Lucien.
He made sure that Feyre wouldn't get any more of those impossible tasks between the trials once he got to know she was getting them.
He is always 10 steps ahead and has everything planned (to an extent), and he kept Amarantha's full fury off of everyone else under the mountain by sacrificing his own body, not only did he keep his people in Velaris safe but he softened almost every blow Amarantha threw at the other High Lords.
He would've let Feyre live her life happily with Tamlin despite the mating bond if that was what made her happy.
He was Feyre's rock when Tamlin didn't know how to help her, when Tamlin messed up, Rhysand was there to soften Feyre's fall.
Even if all he grew up with was a horrible role model of a High Lord (just like every fucking High Lord of the "new" generation["New" cause they all are like 500+ except for my baby Tarquin]) and is TRYING to do better than his dad. Tamlin wasn't the only one who suddenly became High Lord after THEY killed EACH OTHER'S family.
Even if he isn't the best brother at times, he freely shows his love for Azriel and Cassian. He will die and has died, to protect his closest family/people.
Despite what some people may say about how he treated Nesta in her book (forcing her out of her apartment and having her trained), it worked in a way nothing she was doing (drinking and sleeping around) did, and it DID end up helping her, she found her own friends because of what HE did. (Gwyn because she worked for Rhysand and Emerie because Nesta was forced to go to Illyria)
I KNOW he will be the kind of father to Nyx that both he and Feyre themselves needed.
I know he has done horrible things, as has LITERALLY EVERYONE. Things that can't be forgiven but are in written text to be. And I have acknowledged them, I am not naive enough to ignore them cause I find the character hot (this is not just for Rhysand but for every character, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian, Azriel, Eris, ALL OF THEM). But you will not find Rhysand hate from me, or for any other character.
Did he do the wrong things from time to time? Yes. Will I promote the horrible things he had done as "good"? No.
But I have respect for him AS A CHARACTER that triumphs over any negative feelings I may have for what he might have done.
If you wish to find anti-Rhysand posts, there is a tag like that with his name on it.
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nikethestatue · 6 months
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Every day, I sort of want to leave this fandom behind, and yet, every day something so unhinged and weird pops up, that I have to remain strapped into my seat for the ride.
Before 10 am today, the following has been posted on various platforms:
Gwyn's grandma was a Lightsinger. Therefore, Gwyn and Azriel will sing together.
Shipping Emerie and Mor together is racist. Because Mor is a 'weird ass blonde bitch' that will make Emerie feel inadequate, apparently.
If Elain rejects the bond in the Night Court, it won't be 'valid' in Autumn Court, so she needs to go to Autumn Court to reject it (this was in the books, apparently)
The only two 'white characters' worth reading are Nesta and Gwyn.
Azriel deserves to be happy, either with Gwen or Elaine (sp), and whether they are happy, doesn't really matter.
Because Elain didn't help out Feyre in the cabin, she deserves to be with Lucien forever as 'punishment'.
Whatever will the rest of the day bring...
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barefoothighlander · 8 months
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officially finished the acotar series here are my final thoughts:
where the FUCK is lucien i love him so deeply
i hate the pregnancy trope it was rushed and only served the purpose of nestas “mfc losing their power” trope
i would die for the valkyrie’s, gwen is my wife
cassian could still get it
i cried a lot reading the chapters from the rite
i have loved nesta from the start and that love remains she gets me
i want a helion book where he just has sex with various people
nyx is a terrible baby name
where is my baby bryaxis i miss him
i need mor and emerie to date
idk if i want azriel to have a mate, there’s glimmers of him and elain but no real spark, i hate the idea of the two mates theory
and finally there is simply not enough about elain to warrant me forming an attachment to her, i like her, i will read her book if sjm writes one but at this point i have no feelings toward her
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witchthewriter · 6 months
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I hope this isn't a weird question but do you have a list of sjm characters that you headcanon as poc? Because I want to see what you think and if they line up with my own. I had never seen manon fan casted as asian, but im in love with it!!
I love this question! I've been re-reading the three series, getting ready for CC3 to come out. I have so many things to say, but I'll leave all that to another post - also thank you for this question, it's awesome. Please comment how you feel/what you think in the comments xx
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First of all, the Bat Boys are NOT white. If I see another person fancast Matthew Daddario as Ariel, I will implode! I know it's difficult getting the perfect cast for a story we all adore.
Another point, the Bat Boys are Illyrian, and they are actual real people. Their usual features are tan skin, brown eyes and brown/black hair.
Also, Lucien - who I have fancasted in the past with Martin Sensmeier. I thought it was an interesting idea for a Native American to have that role.
And Amren is MOST DEFINITELY Asian. Without a doubt. There is no ifs, buts or maybes about it. She is most definitely Asian, and I will take offense if someone thinks otherwise.
Also, I don't want the Archerons to be so conventionally pretty, or petite. That's why Alycia Debnam-Carey is my Feyre, Dagmara Bryzek as Elain and Jessica Brown-Findlay as Nesta. I want women who aren't models!
The Valkyries;l Emerie is described as brown, as she is an Illyrian woman. And I'm completely fine with Gwen being red-haired, freckled and pale.
I'm curious about Mor, her physical features are fine - but her 'power' has yet to be revealed. Because it doesn't make sense???
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There are a lot more cultures in this series than the others. For me, it was so interesting because I'm desperate to know how different countries/continents, experience magic.
Learning about the Ruk's, with Nesryn and Sartaq, that was amazing.
I thought Manon was Asian, I always thought she was?! I mean from that link, that's how I imagined her. Whenever I see fanart where she isn't Asian, I just don't see them as Manon.
I definitely think the Cadre could be more than "tanned from hours of training in the sun." I think Lorcan could be a black man! And I def think Fenrys is half-black. Maybe with a white mother though. I hope I'm not coming off as insensitive! Please tell me if I am, because that isn't my intent.
Honestly, I don't care about what's 'canon,' I think there are way too many white characters in every part of literature. I know about history and when it comes down to fantasy worlds, I think black people should be allowed to indulge themselves as much as they want, without having to think about their awful history and what their culture has gone through.
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I actually thought Danika was black, it was a surprise to see fanart and she isn't??? For some reason, it doesn't sit right with me to have a white Danika.
Again, I feel like there aren't enough people of colour. We have little fire sprites, we have a lion-dog pet, a serpent queen, angels, and barely anyone who isn't beyond tan.
I don't think this series has a black character ... other than a few background characters that are only mentioned here and there ... if anyone wants to weigh in - I'm still learning about cc, I forget A LOT.
But in no way has SJM been as horrible as J.K. Rowling. Not only was she racist, but cliche', and a pick me. There was too much pick-me energy among the female characters. I'd like to think that at Hogwarts, the girls stick together no matter what (for me, female friendships are so important. It's sisterhood).
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merymoonbeam · 2 years
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Why are gwynriels claiming N&C aren't bestfriends with Elain? It's all written in the books right? They're searching for the word "best friend" as if the descriptions and interaction of the three weren't enough...
It comes to this...
Feyre > her best friend are Amren and Mor
Feyre is highlady. Rhys is Highlord. Amren and Mor are second and third in command to Night Court.
Nesta> her best friends are Emerie and Gwen
Nesta is a Valkyrie/warrior. Cassian is General. Emerie and Gwen are Valkyries/warriors
Elain > her best friends are Nuala and Cerridwen.
Elain has spy foreshadowing(I will add this later in the post). Azriel is spymaster. Nuala and Cerridwen are spies who had been trained by Azriel.
So there is a pattern here. And they are clearly aware of this pattern. So they fear that it is a foreshadowing(and it is) that Elain being friends with N+ C would mean Elain is going to be spy and then with that Elain is going to end up with Azriel. Bc as you can see feysand and nessian have the pattern.
And Elain has spy foreshadowing:
Here is Elain and Azriel parallels about them being silent while they move > the post
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Azriel being the spy master he is good at keeping secrets. So it is totally a parallel to her being a spy. Also there was no reason for Sarah to add that last part about how Elain beat Azriel for secret keeping. She could have left with the first part about her guessing. But no. She compared her to Azriel and drew a parallel with keeping secret which Azriel is good at it bc he is the spymaster.
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And this. Stealth. Important for spying. Nesta didn’t hear her sister approach and wondered if she is taking lessons from Azriel and N+C. Azriel is spymaster. N+C are spies. 🤷🏻‍♀️
As you can see Nesta says that Elain calls Nuala and Cerridwen her friends. We know that they had been trained by azriel from acomaf:
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So yeah... it all comes to this. They hate this pattern so they are saying N+C aren’t Elain’s best friend as if their wisfull thinking is going to change what’s canon. 😀
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