#taylor swift x acotar

[starryhiraeth]

Azriel x Reader

Warnings?; Uhm? Angst (fluff ending), (a bit of) Elain Slander (sorry babes <3)

✨spelling errors✨

Italics=Flashback

Disclaimer; for some reason this was really hard to write so I hope it’s okay 😂

Lol I think that’s it ANYWAY-

A part of you expected it, Azriel liked fixing people, making them better, being the hero.

He saved Mor,

He saved You,

And now that Elain had joined the night court he had made her his new project.

You were angry obviously, you hadn’t seen him in a month. A month!

You mate! And all this time he had been a watching over Elain. Perfect flower sniffing Elain. Gods you hated her.

You hated the way everyone treated her like glass and how Azriel gained a thrill from making her better, maybe he just thought you were dumb? You were a lot younger than him in fae years.

It wouldn’t be the first time you were considered dim because of your age, you were young and they assumed you knew nothing.

It wasn’t true, in reality you where probably the most mature person in whatever room you were in.

You knew almost everything even though your young,

You knew the reason why Azriel liked being the hero and saving them was because he felt like a monster and this helped him feel good.

You knew that Elain would never get better if everyone kept on treating her like she were made of china

You knew that Azriel will learn that a friend to all is a friend to none

You knew that Azriel chasing two girl, for whatever reason, he would loose the one

You knew that the thrill would expire and Azriel will release what he had lost and that you’d been cursing him until the day came

And most importantly you knew you were done.

So there you sat in your new apartment on the edge of Velaris, in front of the fireplace cuddled up in your second favourite cardigan, you’d accidentally left your favourite in Az’s room, and you thought back.

“Az!” Your laugh echoed through the streets of Velaris, when coming back from a meeting with some lords from autumn court, all you could do was look at Azriel and imagine all the things you could’ve been doing instead of listing to some dusty old boy of autumn, “sensual politics” you had joked, after that you two left and got completely wasted, which led to Azriel drunk under a street light and you laughing at him in your formal dress and black lipstick.

And the way he look at you, gods the way he looked at you made you feel more seen then you’d ever been, you often felt as if you were just a piece of clothes stuck at the back if the wardrobe or under someone’s bed, but when Azriel looked at you, you felt as if he had brought you out to the light and declared that you are his favourite

Azriel was otherworldly, any scars you felt were ugly, it felt as if Azriel was drawn stars around them, turning them into something Beautiful

But now?

Now, it felt like those wounds were open again and were now bleeding,

Azriel had left his mark on you, like a blood stain, like a tattoo kiss.

Yet despite the burning feeling in your gut, you wet calm, he’d be back, even if they’d gotten romantic, even if he slept with her

You knew Azriel like no one else.

Almost a week later, it was the dead of night at the front door, you’d opened it to find Azriel standing in the front porch light in the pouring rain.

“I fucked up”

You face was blank, showing no emotion,

You stepped aside, silently telling him to come in, after sitting down the sofa, tears shone in Azriel’s eyes, he went to talk but you cut him off

“How far did it go?”

“Barley anywhere.” He rushed out “she went to kiss me and I’ve never flinched away from anyway one quickly”

“If that’s so then why haven’t I seen you for a month”

He choked on his tears “I-I don’t know, I wanted to help, I just got so wrapped up in being a…a good-”

“A hero.” You cut him off again, voice as cold as ice

He tears came out faster as he kneeled in front of you, hands on your legs and head in your lap

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cried over and over “…I almost lost you didn’t I?”

“You says you haven’t?”

The world went still for Azriel

“I’ll do anything, anything! This was never about her, it was about me, me being a monster, me being not good enough for you, I-I brought this for you” he pulled out your favourite cardigan, it was a cream colour, with red lines around the edges and 3 silver stars sewn onto the front

Your face softened, you’d always known this side of Azriel existed but you doubted you’d ever see it, in truth you thought it was locked away deep down inside him, or it has died, yet here it was, vulnerable in front of you clinging onto your cardigan for dear life,

You slowly wrapped it around you and cuddled up to it,

“I’ve neglected you these past weeks, this month, all because of my insecurities and I’ll never forgive myself for it, I don’t expect you to ether but I can say that it’ll never happen again,” still on his knees, he looked deep into your eyes “I promise,” a mark started to appear on his unscarred hand, it swirled around his ring finger and made to like all the way down to his wrist before swirling around that as well, He didn’t even flinch.

“Your all I need, love, forever”

Your exhaled,

Holding his face and leaning his head against yours, he relaxed into your touch,

“I knew you’d come back” you muttered and graceful smile appeared on your face as Azriel stared back almost completely and utterly in love with you,

He picked you up bridal style and placed you in his lap, both of you sat in front of the fire place, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you,

You knew, of course you did,

And finally here his was, back with you in his arms, wearing your favourite Cardigan

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[bettdraws]

Gold rush is an Elucien song

Not even taking into account the IMMACULATE aesthetic, I love seeing it from Elain’s perspective.

This song exudes reluctant lovers energy. Talking about how everyone desires this person, how scary it is to fall in love when you know it will only lead to breaking bones, how you don’t want to go through it again even though it will probably be all that you ever wanted.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Her being essentially jealous of other people’s attention while in the same breath saying she doesn’t like him.

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

This is so regency romance coded it makes me SOB.

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

If this isn’t a Lucien Vanserra description i don’t know what is.

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

Please I need to get inside this woman’s mind. Headcanons of Elain just gathering information about Lucien is raging right now. Also, Lucien being essentially the epitome of fae, I imagine to Elain he came out straight from a fairy tale.

#elucien #pro elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #gold rush #taylor swift x acotar #regency core #elucien aesthetic

[a1-sh-a]

“the archer” by t swift is *literally* rhysand to feyre in acotar & acomaf

“I’ve got a 100 thrown out speeches I’ve almost said to you” - about him being her MATE!

“I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey” - while he had to work for Amarantha under the mountain to keep his court safe 🥺

“I cut off my nose just to spite my face and I hate my reflection for years and years” - the way he had to wear a mask and hide his true self for years under the mountain 💔

“all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t put me together again” - the way the inner circle couldn’t help him heal and take away his nightmares after utm and amarantha

“cause all my enemies started out friends” - the way all the courts turned against each other utm

“can you see right through me?” & “who could stay?” - his insecurity about being broken after utm, that he wasn’t a good person, that he didn’t deserve feyre

“you could stay” - feyre accepting the mating bond and telling him and that she could see through his mask and that he was good 🥹💗

#feysand #rhysand #feyre #acotar #acomaf #taylor swift #taylor swift x acotar

[rhysiedarling]

BABE WAKE UP, A NEW FEYSAND FAVOURITE FANART JUST DROPPED 📣📣📣💥💥💥💥

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[purple-writer8]

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - ACOTAR

Eris x Rhysand’s Sister (Reader)

“I cry a lot but I am so productive. It’s an art.”

warnings: toxic man implied, abused eris, emotionally unavailable eris, depressed reader, broken up mates, angst

968 words

Masterlist :)

"Yes, I went to Day and reported the findings to Helion. Then to Thesan." You reported to your High Lord and Lady. Rhysand looked more than pleased, and Feyre could only gape at you in awe. 

"You did all that in a day?" She asked in shock, admiration gleaming in her eyes for you. You nodded, a tired smile adorning your face, "and the ball is all set for tonight." 

Feyre gaped along with her mate, they could hardly believe it. "You are a blessing, a real fucking blessing. Thank you, so much... you will get more than a hefty bonus in your next payment." Rhysand grinned, dark talons caressing your mind in a soothing way. 

You rolled your eyes at your brother, then asked, "why do you two always act like I'm some kind of miracle fae?" 

They glanced at each other, then back at you, and then pity overtook both their stares. You know why. You were supposed to be heartbroken, as you had just ended your betrothal to Eris Vanserra. The two of you were mates, but the abuse he had suffered from his father and the toxic familiar dynamics he had grown up in, made him less than emotionally unavailable. 

He was unable to communicate what he felt, all he could do was share his feelings through your bond. But that was not enough, not when he had commitment issues and acted like an ass to your family. The bond was strong, but your self-respect was stronger.  Especially when you knew what you were worth, being the Night Court's High Lord's sister and Princess of Velaris. 

"What happened with Eris... at the last ball... it was bad..." Feyre trailed, not wanting to exactly mention what had happened. It was fucking painful for you, you had broken your engagement in front of everyone. "And I saw you crying last night... and this morning before your mission..." she added. 

"I cry a lot, but I am still very productive. I can do my work with a broken heart." You replied with a simple shrug, much to Rhysand's dismay. You had always been like that, had always hidden your feelings and done your work even when you were breaking down.

“You’re a real tough kid.” He said softly, violet eyes eyeing you closely, “you complete all your missions seamlessly. You are an example to follow.” 

You chuckled dryly, “yeah, yeah, I am the best. Can I go get ready for tonight? I got the most beautiful dress and I want to try it on.” With that, the couple simply nodded and excused you. 

They were right to be impressed. You wanted to die, and yet— you were ready to shine that night, like every other night. 

Ready to show everyone lies. 

-

The ball in the House of Wind went off without a problem, and like every other night-- you were the center of attention. The gown you wore was magnificent, the light reflected off you in a majestic manner, almost as if you wore liquid starlight in your frame. You stood at the side of the bar with Azriel, watching as everyone arrived, sipping on a tall glass of champagne. You knew Eris was coming, you needed to drink before seeing him. 

"You look pretty," the shadowsinger said in a stoic manner, hazel eyes traveling up and down your frame swiftly. You smirked into your glass, "as do you." 

"Have you spoken to him?" He asked, and you knew he referred to Eris. Azriel cared, and he showed it, having known you since the moment you had been born-- he was protective of you. Especially because he loathed Eris with all his being. 

"Please, he avoids me like I am faebane," you snorted, the alcohol working its magic on you already. And you were grateful for it, because you almost choked when your eyes met the red - haired male that had once promised he would love you for his whole life. What a short life. 

You felt Azriel's eyes on you, his shadows coiling around your ankles in support as you watched Eris strut into the ball as if he owned it. He commanded the room, but that was normal. He was a magnetic force of a male. You looked at Azriel, seeking shelter in his hazel eyes-- the mating bond was tugging you to Eris, his presence was like a fire roaring inside your heart. 

You were about to break down, so you hit the dance floor. Dragging your sister-in-law from her seat next to your brother, you danced and danced. Feyre and you were always a force to be reckoned with when you partied together, and that night was no exception. You both were grinning as you danced, twirling about the Hall as if you were made of starlight. 

The crowd of fae chanted and cheered for you, and you could feel the pieces of your heart shattering on the floor. It was always like that. You were miserable, and no one even knew. You laughed as you danced with Feyre, as if you couldn't feel your mate's heartbreak from across the room. "Eris looks like he wants to die," Feyre whispered as if she could read your mind. 

"Yeah, but if I try to talk to him, he avoids me like I have fae plague," you snickered, your eyes finding the heir of Autumn. As soon as your eyes found his, they were looking away from you, as if he hadn't been watching you dance. You wanted to die, but instead you twirled and grinned as if you were having the time of your life. 

"Then let me talk to him," the High Lady offered, and you stopped your dancing, giving her a stern look. 

"I can handle my shit, Feyre." 

-

Author’s note:

This will probably have a part two because i love eris and i want him to be happy. Also ttpd has me in my feels soooooo probs a lot of angst coming ehfuhihoiqhioghhrueiuifio3iij4rijj

Taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @sheblogs

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[essenceofelegance]

Ratatouille (Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 2

m.list

ʚɞ = angst

Summary: You want to go out to dinner with Az, but Elaine gets in the way.

Warnings: Established relationship, not proof read

“Hey, Az?”

He did not respond.

Azriel was focused on his mission reports. Too busy to give his mate his attention.

His mate turned away, headed toward to door. Not even bothering to be disappointed in Azriel.

⋆ ★

It had been a tradition for the pair to go out for dinner together on Thursday nights for 200 years, even before they were mated. Never once had either of them missed their weekly dinner.

"I found a nice place in Day since you've never had ratatouille before. I figured you would like to try it, though ratatouille would be better homemade. Would you rather eat at the House instead? I could-"

Azriel let out a frustrated sigh and turned his gaze to his mate.

"Gods, Y/N, can you stop rambling? I'm trying to finish my mission reports."

As if realizing the damage he had done, he stalked over to his mate, putting his scarred hands on her shoulder. "Look, I can't make it to dinner this week. I promised Elaine to take her to the city. She wanted to spend time with me, and I already promised her I would take her to dinner. Being outside will be good for her."

She tried to force a smile. "But can't Nesta or Feyre take her? I'm glad Elaine's recovery is going well and that she is finding comfort in you, but I need to spend time with you too. This has been our tradition for centuries."

Azriel ran his hand through his hair. "Elaine needs me. She has gone through immeasurable trauma. This little tradition is in no way more important than her."

She tried to stay calm. "Little tradition? Az, I need you. You've barely been spending time with me, you come home late and leave early, I barely see you anymore. I need you too. I'm your mate, for God's sake!"

He let out a sigh of disbelief. "Maybe the Cauldron made a mistake," the words slipped out of his mouth. "Love, I didn't mean to-" She let out a weak laugh. Azriel tried to calm her by putting his hands on her forearms; she slipped away. "Oh, but you did." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You come back smelling like her every night. Her scent lingers on your leathers and your clothes. I tried to ignore it, I tried reassuring myself that - that you were a faithful male, but I guess I was wrong." She tried to salvage this relationship, she really did.

pt. 2

A/N: this is such a disaster lmfao, haven’t posted in a month or two, if you’re using light mode you won’t be able to see the dividers 💀 i could make a part two if anyone actually reads this. lmk if you want one. also this name is so unfitting for this fic 💀 it sounds so fun but it’s so sad

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#fanfic #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #angst #azriel x reader #azriel spymaster #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #taylor swift

[sarawritestories]

All Too Well Synopsis/ Masterlist (Coming Soon!)

CassianX OC (Rhys' Sister), Eris VanserraX OC (Rhys' Sister) (eventually)

I watched the Eras Tour Movie today and had wave of inspiration hit me and also correlated well with an idea @awkardnerd gave me

Content Warnings: This will talk about SA under the Mountain, mentions of suicidal ideation, cheating, depression, PTSD (I think this covers most of it I will adjust accordingly)

Summary: Cassian and Rhys' Sister Estella had fallen love and had a happy little life before her and Rhysand were taken away and were Under The Mountain for 50 years. Both are Amarantha's play things, and Estella yearns to be back home with her love. Though the Heir of the Autumn Court has his eyes set on the Princess of Night.

After Amarantha Cassian's and Estella's relationship is tested until the one thing she feared most happened. Cassian began to distance himself and inevitably found his mate. Leaving her behind and not getting support for her family, Estella flees and finds comfort in the one place she never thought; The Autumn Court.

Each Chapter will be Titled a Taylor Swift Song-Though consider All Too Well the Theme Song. If you want to be on the tag list when I start posting this please let me know!

Mood Board

Estella's Character Bio

Love Story Part 1 Part 2

Enchanted

Tolerate It

Last Kiss

Wildest Dreams

My Tears Ricochet

Cardigan

Invisible String

Clean

Willow

...Ready For It?

Vigilante Shit

Long Live

Never Grow Up

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #acotar #acotar fanfiction #cassian x you #cassian imagine #cassian fanfic #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar #taylor swift #the flash fanfiction #cassian angst #all too well #Spotify

[acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies]

Can you do an angst prop with #8 and #10 with Azriel, I don’t know maybe Azriel spending all his time with Elain because of the three sisters and three brothers thing,but he doesn’t love her, he loves reader but is sure of the 3x3 thingy, leaving you relationship of 300 years in shambles because the bond hasn’t snapped for him yet, but it has for reader, so when she goes to end the relationship it snaps for him, making him panic when she says #10. Make him grovel a lot but please do a happy ending 🥹 I love angst with HEA.

Tolerate It

Azriel x reader, Lucien x sister!reader, Helion x daughter!reader

Warnings: angst with happy ending, subtle mentions of cheating, swearing, Elain slander, ooc elain

Prompts: “You can’t even see how much you hurt me.” , “Our forever seems to have been short-lived” & “This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise.”

Summary: Azriel believes that Elain is his mate, he distances himself from you till you decide to leave him and the bond finally snaps for him.

a/n: heavily based on tolerate it by taylor swift. guys i love Elain but i had to add elain slander to it. if you see any mistakes no you don’t 🤩

I had noticed it, the days when he started coming home late or smelt like jasmine instead of his usual cedar.

But still every single night I waited by the door like a kid, cooked his favourite meals for him. Just for him to say “I ate at Elain’s”.

I can’t even remember the last time he kissed me or told me he loved me. I had found solace in my brother, Lucien, both our mates in love with each other. Not that Azriel knew he was my mate.

It all finally snapped when I heard Azriel talking to Rhysand and I make out the words “Y/N must be lying she can’t be my mate, Elain must be my mate it should be three sisters three brothers.” I don’t wait to hear Rhysand’s response.

Bolting out of the River House sobs wrack my body. I go to Lucien and when he opens the door I collapse in his arms unable to hold it in me anymore. “He said he thinks I’m lying” I mumble out. A fresh wave of tears flowing. “300 years, 300 fucking years” I freely sob this time. “I loved him for 300 years and he says that I’m not his mate”.

“Your love should be celebrated” he assures me.

“My beautiful sister how would you feel if we visit papa?” his voice is a soothing melody. I sniffle and nod “I need to get my stuff from the apartment though, can you come with me?” I mutter. He nods in understanding and rubs my back.

When we reach the shared apartment, there’s a small dim light as I open the door, I see Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel sitting, now all staring at me. “Love, where have you been?” he says going to touch me. I pull away and look to the floor and say “Don’t call me that”.

I head into our bedroom and gather my stuff, walking out I see Lucien waiting at the door for me and Rhysand and Cassian standing next to Azriel. “Rhysand thank you for your hospitality for the past years, but I think it’s time I visit my father,” I say kindly. “What so you’re just leaving us?” Azriel finally speaks up.

“There is no us Azriel” I glare. “You think I’m dumb, you think I don’t know what you think and that you would rather Elain be your mate, you think I don’t know how you smelt like her every time you walked through that door or the fact you haven’t kissed me, touched me or even said I love you to me for past 3 months,” I finally burst, months of pent up anger, frustration, betrayal and what more poured into that.

His brows furrow in confusion. “You can’t even see how much you hurt me,” I scoff lightly. Then I see something switch in his eyes but he masks it as quickly as it was shown.

I say goodbyes to Cassian and Rhysand wishing them and their mates well. Finally I turn around to Azriel and say “Our forever seems to have been short-lived”. With that I walk out the door with Lucien by my side.

Azriel’s POV

I felt the bond snap the second she said her last sentence and left. How could I have been so stupid. I collapsed onto the floor as my brothers came up beside me. “I felt it” I whisper, “The bond”.

The next few days have been living hell I cut off all ties with Elain and went to visit Feyre, she always had the best advice. “Hi Feyre,” I mutter out. “Oh are you here for the portraits Y/N drew of you? She used her best colours for it, they’re really beautiful” More guilt washed through me at those words.

Your POV

2 months later

I have never been happier, yes I still think about Azriel from time to time but my father is rather excellent at taking my mind of that. Though lately it’s been harder as flowers, chocolates and letters of his apology have piled up. But I didn’t care he made his choice.

I head to my father’s court where he had told me to meet as I walk in I hear my father say “Rhysand we might be allies but I will cut off all ties if your spymaster harasses my daughter one more time,”.

Rhysand argues back “But Helion they are mates,”.

“I didn’t see you guys go through all this trouble to get your sister in law to talk to my brother” I say as my gaze narrows in on Elain. “Feyre, Nesta it’s good to see you again, Cass” I nod towards them. “Rhysand what a pleasure, can’t say the same about the other two,”.

Nests snorts out loud, I send an amused smile down her way. “You guys can’t just let her talk to me like that” Elain whined, she fucking had the audacity to whine. “My daughter will speak to you however she wishes,” My dad almost never took on a commanding tone but when he did you best believe everyone shut up. Elain didn’t seem to get the hint and kept whining “Azriel do something,”.

He rolled his eyes, “Elain I don’t like you, I never have how many times do I have to say Rhysand forced me to help you,” I smile a little at that.

My eyes widen as I feel a faint tug from the bond. I couldn’t be. Eyes straying from my father to Azriel, I almost choked on my spit when I saw him smiling.

Gods I missed his smile.

Clearing my throat, “Dad I think it’s ok for me to talk to Azriel, we’ll be in the ballroom.” I say walking praying to the gods that he would follow me.

I let out a breathe of relief when I heard the scrape of a chair. Walking into the ballroom, I turn to him and say “Well don’t be expected to be forgiven so easily, you’ll be expected to apologise”.

I grinned when I heard his response, “Yes Ma’am”.

He reached behind his back and pulled out a glass golden rose the ones I had gotten a plethora of real ones over the last two months.

“What’s this?” I gasp, “It’s a glas golden rose you’re favourite, you can keep it forever, it won’t die just like our love”

“I want you to know that this isn’t just a rose, it’s a promise” he muttered out. I held the rose smiling to myself. “Thank you, it’s beautiful, now explain” I say my gaze hardening.

He took a deep breath and started, “Rhysand had asked me to take care of Elain and it was wrong of me to even assume that you were lying and Elain was my mate, and she had been spraying her perfume onto me every time I left, probably to make you jealous, I’m really sorry my love, but I felt the bond”.

“So you only love me because there’s a bond between us now” I state more than question. “Gods no, I love you more than myself, I love you to the moon and to saturn, I would get down on my knees for you,” he says and I’m shocked to see him actually fall to his knees. “Please take me back love, I miss you so much and so do my shadows,”.

I guide him up and lean to his lips on my tippy toes and kiss him, “Dance with me, princess?”.

“But there’s no music” I giggle as he presses ticklish kisses to my neck. “We don’t need it,” he replies back.

He dips me and I yelp shortly cut off by a kiss, as he pulls away and places us upright again he mutters against my lips “We can do anything in this world as long as we have each other”.

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[thisblogisaboutabook]

The Fated Truth

Azriel x Reader

Truth-Teller’s origin story. A multi-pov oneshot.

A/N: this story came to me after listening to the songs seven, vigilante shit, it’s nice to have a friend, and my tears ricochet by taylor swift.

warnings: attempted sa, language, suggestive language, parental abuse, violence, main character death

The Angel

-Ladies always rise above -

Remove the dagger from his heart.

-Ladies know what people want-

Wipe the blood from the corner of your kohl lined eyes.

-Someone sweet-

Spit on the bastard.

-Someone kind-

Swipe at the next overgrown male.

-Someone fun-

Hit your mark, swing around, drive your dagger into the brute on your six.

“Well, shit.” you think to yourself as a group of ten overgrown bats rush toward you. Siphons glowing.

The irony isn’t lost on you that yet another thing they withheld from you would contribute in damning their very existence. A female with siphons was considered absurd and absolutely out of the question, it wasn’t your place - yet this incontrolable blast of raw killing power begged to differ.

One moment those pricks were running toward you and the next, they were ashes in the wind.

Looking at the dead females around you, pure rage boils within. Your insides could be cooked at this point for all you know. Not a single feeling but uncontrollable rage.

A gasp breaks the silence. One of the females is still alive. Running to her, her eyes filled with panic, breaths rapid and shallow. You lean down and whisper to her before unsheathing your dagger and holding it up. Her eyes widen in terror but not at you - behind you. You turn to look.

“Azri-“

The blast of power hit before you could finish saying it - your mate’s name - your final breath.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Journal

Nine year old Y/N

“I made a new friend! His name is Azriel. He’s like me! He’s two years older than me and can’t fly but he still has his wings. I wish I still had mine, we could learn to fly together. Azriel has burn scars too but his are on his hands instead of his back like mine.

He’s really quiet but it’s okay, I talk and he listens! He has shadow powers though. I don’t think I’m supposed to say this but they’re really cute! One of them followed me home from my chores today.

I have to go now. Dad is yelling. I think he’s mad again.”

11 year old Y/N

“Father hit me again last night. I got upset and my power hiccuped. I asked him for a siphon and he locked me in the cellar for asking. I have bruises that hurt really badly but I’m okay.

Azriel saw me this morning. I tried to hide the bruises but he notices everything. I cried and he listened to me. Sometimes I think he’s the only person who sees me.”

13 year old Y/N

“One of father’s friends came over two nights ago - they were drinking. I had to refill their mugs of ale and the friend grabbed me inappropriately. Father laughed. When he left the room his friend pulled me into his lap and his hand drifted below my waist. I was scared and my power flickered, throwing me backward and flipping the chair over with him in it.

The blast broke his arm and nose. I don’t feel bad.

I tried telling father what happened but he didn’t listen. He locked me in the cellar from that night until this morning.

One of Azriel’s shadows found me and picked the lock. Father either forgot he locked me away or didn’t care because he never came to check on me or give me food. I found a canteen of water on one of the shelves though.

Azriel retrieved me as soon as his shadow notified him. He took me back to Rhysand’s Mother’s cabin and she fed me. Azriel stayed by my side as I took a bath - there were even bubbles. I’ve never had a bath with bubbles before. Azriel saw my scars peaking over my towel after I climbed out of the bath and instinctively clenched his hands. I took them in my hands and kissed them. Our scars prove our strength. He tells me mine are beautiful but his are too. All of him is.

He’s my best friend.”

15 Year Old Y/N

“I spent the day with Azriel yesterday. Sometimes we sneak away and train. He teaches me self-defense maneuvers and even some Illyrian fighting techniques. My powers have been growing a lot lately too. I am still not allowed siphons though. It’s getting harder to contain but training with Azriel serves as an outlet.

I got into a fight with father again two nights ago. He threw a knife at me. I avoided it but if it hit me, it would have landed in my chest. He called me an “ungrateful whore just like my mother.” I was told that mother died in childbirth but sometimes I wonder if it’s not true.

When he locked me in the cellar this time, I let out a blast of power. It ripped a shelf off the wall and down with it came a dusty box I’d never seen before. I opened it to find a beautiful obsidian-hilted knife and a note that said:

For my beautiful babe. May the light of truth always find you, even in the darkest places. I will always love you. -Mother.

I can’t believe it was there all of this time. It broke my heart to know that she had been locked away in the cellar too. The only thing she was able to give me. She loved me. Those words meant so much. Someday I will be reunited with her in the realm beyond and she’ll share her truth with me.

Oh I almost forgot!! Azriel snuck into my room this evening and I showed him the knife. He held me while I cried tears of joy and sadness over this gift from my mother.

He’s going to train me in wielding it.”

16 Year old Y/N

Father was away on a training exercise last night so I went to a party at Rhysand’s cabin. It was fun but Morrigan was there. She’s so beautiful and I think Azriel likes her. He looks at her like she’s the brightest star in the sky.

He’s my best friend and I have loved him for a long time but sometimes, I feel an ache in my chest. Maybe I love him as more than a friend? I left the party early and trained with my hunting knife alone at our usual spot. He didn’t come looking for me.

This morning he stopped by and we practiced together. He seemed sad for a bit but I didn’t press. He tends to prefer more physical methods of expressing his feelings. He was still sullen afterward so I brought him back to my house for tea. We laid in bed together for hours. I know it’s frowned upon but it’s never gone past holding each other. He needs touch as much as I need his listening ear.

I think I’m going to ask him to spend the night.

17 year old Y/N

Yesterday was my 17th birthday. Father didn’t pay any mind to it as always. He says it’s “a reminder of what I did to my mother.” He drank himself into oblivion which left me free to leave the house. He probably never realized I left.

Sometimes I want to tell him that I know his secret - that there was more to her death than my birth but I know better. The following blow up would be catastrophic. At this point, my power has been growing so much that I think… I think I’m more of a danger to him than he is to me.

But… something big happened. Azriel took me flying. We looked at the stars and he flew me far north to see the Aurora. It was almost as beautiful as him. I may or may not have cried tears of joy.

Az playfully kissed my tears away but then something happened - what started as friendly kisses sparked a flame within me and I… I noticed a shift in his scent too. We locked eyes and he kissed my lips. Hard, fervently, like maybe he sees me as something more. We landed in a clearing under the Aurora and kissed for hours.

I love him. I love him wholeheartedly.

18 year old Y/N

Something happened last night! Az and I have spent a lot of nights together recently. Any time father is away, he comes over and we lay in bed kissing and talking for hours until his shadows inevitably lull me to sleep. But last night, I kissed his jaw and down his neck - he grabbed my wrist and growled!! Not a scary growl but a… possessive growl. He told me that if we started this, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

So…. I kept kissing him. Lower. And Lower. And, well… the rumors about wingspan are true.

We had each other over and over all night, until Cassian and Rhys came knocking on my door looking for him.

18 Year old Y/N part two:

Father has hardly been around. He’s been visiting other camps. I’m thankful for the break from him and especially thankful for the time I’ve spent with Azriel. We’ve spent countless hours entangled with each other over the past few months. My power has been stirring a lot, it’s still growing. Training hasn’t been enough so this physical outlet between Azriel and I has been a lifeline. I can’t get enough of him. He told me he loved me - and I knew this time it was different. He truly loves me and not just as his friend. He knows that I love him too.

But things have also been trying… Morrigan has visited a few times recently and he’s still so enamored by her. Honestly, I get it. But it still hurts. Sometimes I want to say something about it but I don’t want to cause problems. There’s a rumor that she slept with Cassian a couple of years ago and things have been different between Azriel and Morrigan ever since. He broods more than ever when she’s around.

Maybe I need to fuck him senseless, until all he can think about is me.

Just kidding, but seriously.

19 Year Old Y/N

“I have a secret.

A really big, life altering secret.

Azriel is my mate. I don’t know if he knows but last night - things were really passionate, when we came together, that golden thread people talk about, it just… SNAPPED for me.

Things have been really bad with father lately and there have been more wing clippings happening. My heart hurts for the girls. I used to feel sad because I never had a chance to touch the skies (until Azriel learned to fly and carried me into them) - but to have been able to fly for so many years and lose the ability. I couldn’t imagine. Those males deserve to suffer.

Father made a comment recently saying that he gave me a ‘gift’ by cutting off and burning my wings as a child. It made me furious - my power slipped. It destroyed most of our living room furniture and half our kitchen table. I could scent the fear in him when it happened. I think if he wasn’t such a coward - he would have killed me. I have hardly seen him since.”

20 Year old Y/N

“Azriel is taking me to a formal party at another camp! I can’t wait. Rhysand’s mother even made me a dress for it. It’s the most beautiful clothing I’ve ever owned. She also added a hidden sheath for my knife.

I just finished getting ready - I feel like a shooting star. I’ve never felt so… so powerful and gorgeous. My eyes are lined with kohl and my hair is braided with silvery strands woven in.

Tonight is the night I’m telling Azriel. I’m nervous, so, so nervous, but he deserves to know that we’re mates.

Morrigan will be at the party too. I really hope I’m not making a mistake by telling him tonight. I know he still cares for her so I will wait until after the party and it’s just the two of us in the sky before telling him. Maybe he’ll take me to look at the Aurora again.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The Survivor

The infamous Shadowsinger made his way to her - approaching slowly, trembling, two palms up in the air as if to placate her.

He knelt down to the female who cried out in a blood curdling scream of pain and fear.

“P-pl-please don’t!! Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m here. You are safe.” The Shadowsinger choked out.

She didn’t understand. Why would he kill that female? She was only trying to help.

“Y-yo-you ki-killed h-her.” She cried out right before everything went black.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Shadowsinger

Devastation. Pure devastation threatened to rip Azriel to shreds. What the hell happened in a matter of hours?

He’d barely seen Y/N at the dance. She’d arrived to the party with all eyes on her. She held her head high, wearing her scars proudly. He couldn’t help but admire how she let them shine tonight. He’d walked in with his hand on her back his scarred skin to her scarred skin. It wasn’t a flaw at all, but a lovely match. They were beautiful together.

Tonight was the night he would ask her to move in with him. He was now making a small salary - enough to buy a little cabin for the two of them. It was time for her to get the hell away from her horrid father. He planned to take her to view the aurora that she loved so much - and present her with a special gift - her very own siphons. She was the strongest Illyrian female he knew - really she was stronger than any Illyrian he knew aside from maybe him, Rhys, and Cassian. She’d struggled with her power and the misogynistic Illyrian bastards in Windhaven refused to allow her or any female such a privilege.

He’d worked out a plan with Rhys, who convinced the smith that crafted the siphons that he was going to try his hand at wearing siphons one more time - claiming he had a new method of siphoning his power through them that would prevent shattering. While they both knew it was bullshit and the siphons would never work for Rhys - they would then gift them to Y/N without raising suspicion.

Mor was at the dance tonight. He had gone over to visit with her and shared his plans for tonight with her. She squealed and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek and a huge hug, requesting a celebratory dance. They’d gone out on the dance floor for a couple of songs and when he pulled away to steal a dance with Y/N she was gone.

He’d searched the party through when a couple of males burst through the door - yelling of a female going crazy and murdering local villagers.

Az immediately vacated the party to take down the assailant - sending another partygoer to alert Rhys and Cassian who were currently bedding a set of twins in one of the suites.

He was taken back when he landed at the site of the attack. The carnage was brutal with blood coating the snowy ground, littered in dead males and females. His heart nearly stopped when he realized, at the center of it all, there she was. Y/N holding her hunting knife over a severely injured female.

Stunned by the sight, Azriel prepared to send a wave of power out and knock the knife from her hand. Right as the power readied itself for Azriel to fire, she turned and looked at him. Her eyes met his and snap. His body jolted - a golden thread between him and the blood splattered beauty before him - the surge caused his arm to jerk and a much more powerful blast emitted from his siphons. He missed his target. For the first time in his life, he missed it. Instead of the knife, the deadly blast of power hit her.

His mate. His best friend. His equal. His eternity - ripped away in a second.

Everything after that was a blur. His only memories of those moments played on a constant reel in his head flashing images of the injured girl screaming “you killed her!!!!”, collapsing on top of Y/N’s lifeless body, screaming to the mother or any other deity that may listen - begging for her chest to rise and fall again, and then four strong hands pulling him off of her before everything went black and his brothers voice calmed his mind.

~~~~~~~~~~

Days later Azriel woke up from whatever sedation Rhys had put him in. When he woke, Cassian was by his side. It was all of a minute before the memory came flooding back.

Azriel thrashed only to find he’d been restrained.

“Brother..” Cassian said firmly.

“Brother!” he yelled

Azriel’s wrists and ankles were on fire as he thrashed. He had to get to her, had to.

Finally Azriel cried out “Y/N!!! Y/N!!!!”

“My mate! Where is she!? WHERE IS SHE!?” he screamed and cried, thrashing against the restraints with all of his might.

Everything went dark again.

“Az…..” Rhys spoke softly into his mind

Azriel didn’t have the strength to scream or yell in this space of sedation. He could only whisper “where is she?”

Silence filled the void of his mind before Rhys spoke. “She’s gone, Az.”

Devastation flooded through him, filling him completely, making that one sided bond reverberate every ounce of emotion back to him.

Rhys waited patiently, sending soothing waves of darkness into his mind. Knowing Azriel well enough to wait until he was ready to send a thought back.

“Why, Rhys? Why did she do it?”

Again, that damned silence as Rhys paused.

“If I show you now, I’ll have to keep you under for longer, Az. You’re a danger to yourself right now and this… it’s heavy, brother.”

“Do it” he gritted.

Azriel’s mind became entranced in a vision. Before him a massacre. He was seeing through the eyes of a frightened female, eyes bleary from sobbing.

A large group of males had corralled several females into a circle, some as young as five or six. The males all carried sharp objects ranging from sickles and scythes to swords and axes.

A male stepped forward - Y/N’s father - who spoke:

“Females of Illyria have not served us well in many years. They forget that their purpose is to care for us, maintain our homes, and cater to our physical needs. Instead, they insult us by wasting time and energy on training - as if our protection is not enough? Young females smuggle herbs into our camps that delay their bleed so they can fly where they please, whoring around with whomever they please. These behaviors reflect negatively on all of Illyria, leaving us to appear weak to enemies.”

And then the bloodshed began. The males ran at the females, corralling them in closer and closer. Butchering wings and brutalizing any female who dared fight back. The screaming, gods awful screaming, pierced the air.

Male screams suddenly burst out - a blast of power knocking ten of them on their asses.

And there she was, in her resplendent glory.

“Hello boys.” She smirked.

Y/N’s father stepped forward. “My traitorous daughter, and dressed like a slut too. Shall we show them what happens to women who don’t obey.”

“Oh yes, ladies, my father took my wings when I was four. He burnt the stumps too. See these scars?” She turned around briefly with a wave to her back. “Someone I love helped me realize how beautiful they are, a stark reminder of what I can overcome.”

She paused, looking to the females as she addressed her father:

“So yes, father, perhaps this is the fate of disobedient females - but allow me the honor of showing YOU the fate of males who think they can steal a females power.”

-They say looks can kill and I might try-

Her piercing eyes again met her father as she threw a hand out, sending another blast of power - a death blow - turning him to ash in the wind.

Before any of the males could react, she sent another larger blast, creating an opening near the most vulnerable of the females.

“RUN! Those of you who can fight - you may stay. Those of you who are unable - there is no shame in leaving now! Seek shelter!”

The females nodded toward a teenage girl, signaling her to gather the youngest females and ran off with them. Any males that tried stopping them were turned to ash.

“Ladies, show them who we are!” Y/N cried.

-The ladies simply had enough-

They were outnumbered, so terribly outnumbered. Some females had died before Y/N arrived - bleeding out from the butchering of their wings but the few remaining females fought bravely. Because of their lack of training, the males easily overtook many of them but Y/N led them bravely, valiantly, taking them out as best as she could.

As the female numbers lessened Y/N cried out for the females to evacuate, to seek healers. The remainder of the females fled aside from two females (one of which this visions point of view was from) who appeared to have more training than the others.

Y/N looked to them giving a knowing look seemingly saying “give them hell.” They adjusted their stances into that of the most fearsome warriors, and took on the remaining males as more and more fled in.

Y/N’s power was like nothing they’d ever seen. She took down male after male.

Before she could react, two males approached from behind taking out the other female and knocking out the vision of the female whose mind Rhys had gleaned into.

As the female blacked out, the vision faded away. Silence once again filled the air for several minutes before Azriel said:

“But.. she was holding a knife over the female. I don’t understand.”

Rhys answered in a heartbreakingly soft tone

“I can show you, brother. But this will be hard to see. Are you sure?”

Azriel replied firmly, “show me.”

Rhys hesitated before continuing. But then the vision resumed as the female regained consciousness:

Her eyes were so blurry. She was hurting terribly but managed a gasp. Around her, all of the males were dead and the bodies of their fallen sisters painted the snow red. Emotion flooded through her, she couldn’t move. As her vision cleared further, she saw her. The female who fought so bravely for them.

Y/N saw her and ran over. The blood caking her braid causing panic. The trauma of this night was too much - the blood so triggering. Y/N sensed the fear and whispered “I am here. You are safe now. Look at my eyes, not around you, not at the blood on me, just my eyes.” The female tried but couldn’t look away from the blood in her hair. “I’m going to bring my knife out and cut the braid. Do not be afraid.” Y/N once again unsheathed her knife, lifting it, when loud wings flapped in. The injured female couldn’t get words out, her only signal to Y/N, a wide eyed look of panic.

Y/N turned around - breathed out “Azri-“ just as that fatal blow of power hit her.

“STOP!” Azriel cried out in his mind. It was too much.

Azriel’s body began convulsing as a mixture of rage, heartbreak, and panic flew through him. “I KILLED HER. I KILLED HER. MY MATE. MY MATE. MY MATE.”

Rhys had no choice but to send out another wave of sedation to his brother.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next several weeks were spent in and out of sedation. Rhysand had found that Y/N’s father had been planning the attack for months, perhaps even longer. The camp was chosen for the first attack because of the party - a distraction to lessen the chances of interference from outsiders.

He planned to carry out more attacks throughout Illyria in coming months. Had it not been for Y/N, more would have happened. Her heroic actions prevented so many more losses than just the ones that were saved that night.

Azriel stayed bedridden for months - only leaving when Cassian and Rhys nagged him enough that it wasn’t worth the energy to refuse them. One day Rhys brought in a box, inside the box, Y/N’s knife and a journal. “She would have wanted you to have this.”

Azriel’s chest broke at the sight. Her mothers knife, the knife they’d spent hundreds of hours training with. He almost refused it but it felt like a piece of her. A reminder of her goodness, of the mate he lost.

That night he laid it under his pillow - an odd comfort as he read through the journal. The journal unveiling that she knew they were mates. His heart cracked further knowing that the reason she’d stepped out that night was likely to get some air after she saw him with Morrigan. “Stupid.” His inner thoughts cried out to him. How could he have been so blind?

He lay awake for half the night as he read through her journal - he sobbed for hours until his shadows finally lulled him to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Truth-Teller

“Azriel” a soft voice whispered.

“Azriel” the lovely voice whispered again.

He was dreaming.

He tried to whisper her name but couldn’t speak.

“I don’t have much time, I need you to listen.”

He again attempted to speak but no sound came. He nodded his head.

A flash of light illuminated his mind and there she was. Somehow even more beautiful than she’d been - if that were possible. Her form illuminated with an incandescent glow, face full of light - a light that only came from insurmountable joy and happiness. And behind her, behind her were stunning golden feathered wings. An angel, his angel, stood before him… with six glowing siphons.

“Azriel, please do not cry for me. I am at peace. This was always my destiny. The lovely truth of my life was that all of the pain led me to you, I found a love, a friendship, that so few experience. Every step led me to where I am now and this afterlife is beautiful. The truth of life is that fate is inevitable.”

She waved a hand and out stepped more winged females. The females who died in the attack.

“What happened was not an accident, it was fate. You could not have changed the outcome. When you sent your power out toward me and the bond snapped, my power shot through the bond into you, reflecting back to me. You only sent out a small blast, the fatal blow came from my refracted power.”

Azriel’s eyes widened at the revelation. His heart still completely shattered but the guilt slightly lessened.

“When you sealed my fate it trapped a piece of my soul in the knife. I am forever bound to Truth-Teller. When you carry truth-teller you carry a piece of my power, of me, with you. Though, I will be with you regardless, as a part of me will always rest…” she held a delicate hand to her heart, “right here.”

His mind raced. Truth-Teller. What she’d named her knife after the truth of her mother was unveiled with it.

“I must go now, Azriel.” She waved an arm again to her fellow angels. “I am the keeper of the Mother’s gate and this is my legion. This was always my destiny - this and to love you. I will keep the bastards out and someday, someday far from now, I will hold the gate open for you.

Until then, may the truth set you free my love.”

A beautiful woman resembling Y/N stepped forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her mother. The angels all nodded to Azriel in confirmation.

“My precious mate, I will love you for eternity.” Y/N whispered as she shot toward the sky - right into the most vibrant aurora he’d ever seen.

~~~~~~~~~~

Truth-Teller

500 Years Later

Azriel still thought of her every damn day, Truth-Teller never leaving his side. His North Star, the angel guiding him through life. He never told his brothers - didn’t know how to explain how that broken mating bond glowed inside him whenever his intuition failed. She’d guided him in her own way all of these years.

Leading up to the war with Hybern the tug became stronger and stronger. A warning of the strife to come.

For the first time since the night Rhys brought him her journal and Truth-Teller, she reappeared to him.

“Azriel.” Her melodic voice whispered, a sweet song serenading his soul.

“Azriel, I don’t have much time.” that honeyed voice whispered.

In the same fashion as last time, he couldn’t speak. Managing only to nod.

“I have carefully pulled the strings of fate as much as I am capable. A war is coming with a fate that I am unable to divulge. The Mother has allowed me to share just this:

“The fawn who sees carries the truth. When the time comes, you will know.”

Azriel furrowed his brows with confusion.

Y/N smiled softly, outshining any star in the sky, more captivating than the spirits of Starfall. “The truth will set you free. Do not fear loving again.”

He fought and fought, trying to speak, thrashing against the walls of his mind he was able to mutter three words to her.

“I love you.”

She placed a hand on her heart.

“I know, my love.”

Spreading those magnificent wings, she shot from his mind, the void filling with the echoes of her song.

“Until eternity reunites our souls.”

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Renegade  Eris x Rhysand's sister!reader

Summary: inspired By big Red Machine and Taylor's song Renegade, Reader can't stand to see Eris suffer.

Warnings: canon typical mentions of violence and injuries

There was nowhere for me to stay but I stayed anyway.

The High Lord’s sister wiped the tears from her eyes before they had a chance to fall. “Eris, please” she’s been pleading with him for so long. He continues pacing “the timing isn’t right, y/n.” She’s not surprised to hear him say that. The promise to overthrow his father so that they could finally be free was something he had said to her the moment the bond snapped, years ago. She looks away from him and out the window.

“It will never be right.”

Eris stops his pacing when he hears the telling quiver in her voice. “My love, I am trying to do everything right so when the time comes you’ll have a stable Court to call home.”

Snow is falling, covering the path to the small cabin near the Winter border. “If you are doing this for me then let me help you.” He walks over to where she is and wraps his arms around her waist. “It’s too dangerous,” he says softly, as if it would make his words less infuriating.

“You need help Eris, you can’t do it all on your own” she turns in his arms and continues “I can ask my brother for back up, Beron won’t stand a chance against half of Autumn and all of Night.” He rests his forehead on her shoulder “you forget he’s allied with Kier and the Court of Nightmares.”

She sags, and this time the tears fall freely. “Eris, I don’t know how much longer I can watch you kill yourself for him” she turns fully and brings her hand to his face. Today he has a gash on his cheekbone, it is already healing but when he showed up the blood covered half his face, flowing down his neck like a fountain. She ghosts her finger over the coagulated blood. “It hurts me more than you know.”

His eyes are closed. Soaking up her touch and wincing at her words. “I am getting closer every day” she retracts her hand at the empty promise.

“I need a timeline.”

He shakes his head “at least another year.” 

She was making soup on the crackling wood stove when Eris came in, dripping blood.

Beron was violent but never like this.

He tumbled in and collapsed on top of the kitchen table. Her stomach turned as she saw hundreds of jagged pieces of glass embedded in the skin of his back.

“Eris, stay awake. Tell me what happened.” She quickly got to work. Finding tweezers and a bowl to begin to take out the shards. “He was going to execute a farmer for stealing grain from the Court’s reserves and I stepped in,” he coughs, “later he called me to his office and he had a bed of broken glass waiting for me. Before I could block his attack he threw me into the pile.”

She cursed loudly. If she knew anything about how Beron deals out his punishments she was sure that once eris was on his back and rendered defenseless his sadistic fathers kept him down, stopping on his stomach with a heavy boot.

“I’ll be fine, love. Just get the glass out so it can heal”.

She takes out a piece so long it takes extra effort to not throw up. “It is not alright Eris, that male is a monster. I’ll kill him myself for this.” He winces as she pulls out another shard.

“You can’t.” She huffs,  “I can and I will”. Half an hour later she has removed every piece of glass from his back, she brings over a disinfectant tonic and gives him a rag to bite down on as she pours the liquid over his raw flesh. His groans of agony twist her heart in and she promises to herself that she will have Beron’s head.

Eris passes out half way through her stitching the bigger wounds shut so they heal faster. She packs snow on his back to help with the swelling and irritation of the trauma and sits down next to him. Running her fingers through his long, red hair and counting his freckles until the sun comes up and he wakes up. His back is better in the morning and he can move around with only a bit of soreness. She helps him bathe and put on fresh clothes.

He kisses her “I’ll be back.” Her hand grabs his before he can winnow “you need help Eris, last night was too close. If you hadn’t had the energy to winnow here you’d be dead or close to it.”

He kisses her hand and says “it was a mistake, but I’ll be fine” squeezing her hand once before leaving. 

The next time they see each other Eris thinks he will die. She was at the Forest House. He could barely breathe. Barely keep his mask on. Watching in horror as she is escorted to Beron's private quarters. Her gaze never meets his as she walks right in front of him and into the lion’s den. 

She had sealed off the bond, just like he had a million times before.

An hour after arriving, she left. 

That night, Eris winnowed to the cabin and found her leisurely reading a novel, he scoffed. “Are you insane?”

She doesn’t look up. “I’m reading.” He picks up the book. His eyes were raging with fire. “What was that?” She shrugged. “Y/n I’m serious, you could have a price on your head.” She yanked her book out of his grasp “I handled it.”

He pales. “What?”

“I handled it, by morning you’ll be High Lord.” He grabs her shoulders and looks in her eyes, hoping to see the glimmer of a lie. “It wasn’t time yet.” She rolls her eyes.

“Eris, he was going to kill you. You didn’t see just how close the glass had come to severing your arteries. He had no intention in keeping you around for long and I was not going to stand by and watch it happen.” She grabs his hand and brings it to her chest “you aren’t alone in this, I’m here. I’ll help you every step of the way. Your burdens are mine, remember?” Knowing that bridging their vows up would soften him. A reminder of their commitment to each other. “You’re not the first person to need somebody.” She kisses him and pours all her love down the bond, flooding him with it.

By morning it was a new age for the Autumn Court. News of Beron's death had spread like wildfire.

The villagers were saying he was cursed by a witch. Only y/n knew that his organs were torn up and ripped apart by a million microscopic shards of glass.

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[starryhiraeth]

Azriel x Reader

Warnings; Angst if you squint

Probs some spelling errors (but that’s normal here now)

He was pacing, how long had it been 30 minutes? An hour? 2 hours?

He couldn’t tell, the last thing Azriel could  consciously remember was Rhysand telling him that you, Mor’s sister, was getting married to Eris!

The relationship between you and the inner circle hadn’t been great by any means, when Mor was saved and brought to Velaris you were unbelievably happy for your sister and you waited, waited for them to save you too, knowing that you were your fathers backup plan and had already been exposed to much abuse, you waited and waited and waited and waited and no one came not until centuries later when the High lady Feyre found out Morrigan had a sister, did they come,

By then you had already mastered your way of life, you knew what to do to get out trouble, how to act and talk, of course it was all for the purpose of survival but there was something else…

When your sister was rescued you were merely 16 and it was also the time when your father told you, you would be taking her place, once you were older and trained, you would marry Eris.

The day your sister and her friends arrived and tried to play Hero, you were furious, you yelled that they had centuries to come and rescue you and they hadn’t, they abandoned you! And you didn’t need them, you would marry Eris, you would be the future lady of autumn and you will be happy.

You sent them away with your sister in tears and your cousin with a shameful look on his face. Good. They should feel bad. They deserve it.

But there was one person who didn’t say anything or show any emotional apart from slight shock.

The Shadowsinger Himself.

He felt it the minute he saw you, he felt all your rage, your sadness, your bitterness

He couldn’t say he held it against you in fact he couldn’t really say much, there was just shock pumping through his system

You felt it too, of course you did, but did your care, no…okay maybe a little-

But it didn’t matter.

You knew he was in love with Mor for centuries, everyone knew that, he was in love with the “better sister” you knew that was how they viewed you “the sister made of nightmares”

Fuck them.

Azriel kept on pacing, they were invited to the wedding for Cauldrons sake!

Nobody knew this of course but since that night, that night when he met you, Azriel visited the court of nightmares once a week for 18 weeks

At first he just had his shadows watch you and the report back, next he would watch you at balls and finally on the 8th week he spoke to you, now granted you threw a vase or 2 at him but when you calmed down it wasn’t so bad, it was definitely a journey though

1st-8th week; watching

“She’s okay?”

The shadows moved up and down in a nodding motion in response as Az let out a breath of relief

8th-12th week; Sacrifice vases

A vase flew at his head as he dodged it again

“GET OUT AZRIEL”

“Okay, okay…I just wanted to talk to yo-”

He was interrupted as another vase flew at his head

12th-15th week; I’ll talk but I’m bitter

You were sitting in a bench in your garden starring up at the sky

“You know, the stars in Velaris are much brighter, clearer and beautiful” he said, sitting down next to you

“I wouldn’t know” you snapped slightly

“Let me take you there” his voice held desperation

You just shook your head

“Why not” he ask

You didn’t even look at him, only shrugging

“Your not telling me something, what is it”

I’m marrying another male

Your head snapped to him “I don’t have to tell you anything”

“We’re mates…” there it was again, that’s hint of desperation, for a tiny bit of care, of anything, he waited for centuries for a mate, for that one special person…instead he got you…

You wanted to snap and say that, that meant nothing to you but you thought it would be cruel…and a lie, you cared, of course you cared, you didn’t exactly know why but you did. It didn’t matter though, your hand was already claimed. Azriel was Too late.

So you said nothing and kept looking up at the dull stars of which seemed to hold a glimpse of your future

15th-17th week; the first time

Those past few week were filled with happiness, it was the first time you’d ever laughed so hard, smiled so much and blushed so furiously.

Azriel was otherworldly.

“Admit it, you don’t hate me so much anymore” he laughed

You playfully laughed “I never hated you” He gave you and you kept on laughing “okay fine, maybe a little but you should feel honoured,I wasted many good vases on you”

he laughed “Ah yes, I’ll be sure to mention your brave sacrifice of the vases in my vows”

Both of your laughing stopped as you both realised what he said

His vows.

Blood practically flew to your cheeks as he started to stutter over his words before you both fell into a  comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence

Your mate.

The sun started to come up as Azriel went to leave, he places a kiss on your hand.

After he was gone your smile fell into a look of despair knowing you’d never hear his vows, only Eris’s

18th week; …you ended it…

You two were on the bench again

It was time

“We have to end this…us…no more flirting, laughing or talking” tears shone on your eyes as you couldn’t look at him

“Why…” tears glistened in his hazel eyes, his voicing breaking

“I can’t tell you…”

“I deserve a reason!…”

This was killing you…

You looked at him

“I’m sorry Azriel, I’m so sorry”

You left him there.

Present;

So that was why…

You were marring Eris…

What.the fuck.

Rhysand had told everyone that he had received an invitation to the wedding and that everyone would be getting their own personal invitations soon

It was true, Azriel’s arrived that evening, long story short, he threw it in the fireplace

Every word on that piece of card, every stroke of ink made him feel violently ill.

That’s why you ended it, your cunt of a father is trying to marry you off!

You didn’t want this…you couldn’t…right?

Not after everything…those months were the best in his life. You were the best thing in his life

His mind was racing of ways to stop this.

Nobody knew about the mating bond.

He could go to your house right now? No, you were probably already in autumn court.

Another flash of sickness hit his stomach and a stabbing feeling hit his heart

He…he could…He could crash the wedding…

3 weeks later

Azriel wasn’t in his seat, he was hiding behind one of the Ruby red curtains, his wings tucked in as tightly as possible, he could see his family looking around for him but they soon gave up after the music started to play.

The organ played a song that sounded like a death march as Eris look towards the doors at the end as they opened, revealing you.

Beautiful, beautiful you.

Your dress was covered in stones and shaped like a cupcake, your hair was curly and flowing down your back.

After what felt like a century you finally made it to the Alter, you didn’t hate your dress, it wasn’t what you would have picked but it was decent, your vail was removed and you look to Eris, your…your soon to be Husband…

Finally the priestess said those sweet yet also bitter words.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

How nice it would be but it won’t

Or so you thought

Azriel himself walks onto the isle and all eyes go to him as he stares at you

“Don’t do this…” he said

“Azriel-” Rhysand calls out but Azriel completely ignores him

“Don’t say yes, Run away, Run away with me. Don’t be his wife…be my mate” he breath was shaky and he held out his scarred hand as you feel your own slip away from Eris’s

Beron gets up to do mother knows what-

Hurt Azriel?

Hurt you?

It didn’t matter since Eris quickly threw a wall of fire towards his father, stopping him, he looked back at you

“Go.”

Was all he said, smiling slightly

Your face break out in a smile of relief as you ran into Azriel’s open arms as you felt his shadows wrap around to you both, teleporting you away

You looked around too see mountains as tall as the clouds, the night sky itself seem to shine and a city like… like starlight…

“Where…Velaris?” You breathlessly ask

“Yeah” he breathed out, his wings wrapped around you, his hands on the sides of your face and his eye piecing into yours

He brought his lips to yours…and in that moment the world the quiet, the only sounds you could hear was your own heartbeat, the stars glistening and Azriel…through the bond, you broke apart to take a breath before putting both hands on his face and smiling like you never had before rejoining your lips.

You were finally happy.

Happy you weren’t in autumn

Happy you were no longer the princess off nightmares

Happy to be in Velaris

Happy to be Azriel mate

And so happy Azriel was there when they said “Speak now”

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[bettdraws]

Also “Who’s afraid of little old me” is SO Gwyneth Berdara coded I AM SOBBING

Thank you for your time

#i love her #your honor i love gwyneth #she deserves the world #gwyneth berdara #pro gwyn #taylor swift x acotar #ttpd

[a1-sh-a]

my new series...pairing taylor swift songs to acotar. next up: "you're losing me" which is literally feyre to tamlin

"remember looking at this room, we loved it cause of the light"

like how feyre feels about painting and feeling safe and cared for before vs. after under the mountain; suddenly, all the things that made her feel good are making her feel claustrophobic and stifled.

"do i throw out everything we built or keep it"

feyre feeling like she had to work through the relationship, that tamlin would get better, because of all they had been through utm, she felt like she couldn't give up

"i'm getting tired even for a phoenix always rising from the ashes"

feyre literally came back to life, my survivor high lady angel

"every morning, i glared at you with storms in my eyes...how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying" & "my face was grey, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick"

literally them in the spring court after under the mountain, with feyre waking up from nightmares and slowly fading away, and tamlin never doing anything about it

"i know my pain is such an imposition"

feyre feeling like she was such a burden because of her pain over what happened utm and not being able to move on from what she had to do during the trials

"i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy, and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier...fighting in only your army, front lines don't you ignore me, i'm the best thing at this party"

all feyre had to do utm for tamlin during the trials, how brave she had to be, and how tamlin really did nothing to help her because he was so frozen (when we know who was trying to help her <3), and then tamlin not recognizing how powerful she was and preventing her from using her powers

"and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her, and i'm fading thinking, do something, babe!"

definitely the wedding scene, her feeling so unworthy after all that happened utm. just wanting tamlin to recognize that they were both broken by what happened, just wanting to talk about it and be seen, but being so silenced instead...well...at least we got hello feyre, darling<3.

#feyre #tamlin #acotar #taylor swift x acotar #rhys x feyre #feysand #rhysand

[fiercelittlenobody]

Just saw this on Tik Tok and can confirm it’s on SJMs Instagram… they’re not wrong it’s so elriel coded

#elriel #elain x azriel #acotar #pro elain #azriel #sarah j. maas #sjmaas #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #guilty as sin?

[stevesnailbat]

a court of silver flames bonus chapter / guilty as sin? + the prophecy - taylor swift

#azriel #elriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #acotar #acosf #sarah j maas #taylor swift #ttpd

[acotrash]

Gold Rush

Azriel head canons inspired by Gold Rush by Taylor Swift

Azriel hated taking you to Rita's. He hated taking you anywhere for that matter- not that he was ashamed of you, no he'd never be ashamed of you. It was how every single male looked at you and then at him. Wondering how the Shadowsinger, the feared Spymaster of the Night Court got you as a mate.

The bond had snapped in place years ago, but it still felt new to Azriel. His heart still stopped a little whenever you flashed him a smile meant just for him, or the when your hand would lightly brush his arm when you walked past. He would do anything for you, he promised you as much that day when the bond snapped in place.

That promise is the exact reason why when you throw your arms around his neck, your face flushed and your breath smelling like the good wine Rhys keeps hidden from the rest of the Inner Circle and asks him to come along to Rita's to dance with you he immediately says yes before thinking and a smile as wide as your own spreads across his face, a smile he can't hold back, a crack in his usually cool demeanor that only you can crack

Azriel leans against the wall of the bedroom, watching you scramble to get ready to go dancing, at some point Mor floats in with another glass of wine for you and one for Azriel. He takes it from Mor, mostly to keep his hands occupied so they don't rip the navy blue velvet dress from your curves. He heard Rhys and Feyre return back from wherever their duties had taken them for the day, Rhys complaining that at this rate, he'll never have any good wine. Feyre joins in with you and Mor to get ready, the three of you trading heels and accessories and Mor trying to steal one of Feyre's dresses which Rhys immediately stops. Azriel finds comfort when you look over your shoulder, your hair held back by one of Mor's combs and smile with your pretty, red lips.

You held his hand tightly, you always hold his hand tight, he loves it when you do that.

All of you minus Amren walk to Rita's and you bump your hips into Azriel's as you walk along before he's tucking you into his side. Azriel presses a kiss to the side of your temple as you snicker at some story Cassian is telling but you quickly turn your attention to Azriel instead. "What was that for?" Azriel just shrugs "I need a reason to kiss my mate now?" You slightly blush as you shake your head "never"

When your group arrives at Rita's Azriel watches you, Mor and Feyre make a beeline to the dance floor, you sandwiched between Mor and Feyre. The three of you dance, your arms around each others shoulders spinning around. Azriel stands back with his two brothers, Cassian passing him a beer. He shoots any male a hard glare that so much as looks at you.

You never notice the attention though, your attention always on the Shadowsinger and not before long, your pouting and walking over "won't you dance with me?"

He always says yes, he'll always dance with you

He lets you lead him to the dance floor, his hands firmly on your hips, moving you to the beat

His favorite though is towards the end of the night, when a slower song is thrown into the mix, his head bent down to press against your forehead

You lean up grumbling about how. unfair it is that he's so damn tall, he huffs out a soft laugh that fans across your face as he mumbles that it's so unfair you're so damn short. You just playfully pinch his arm in answer as he sways the two of you.

He always offers to fly you back home since you've been complaining about the heels hurting your feet since you arrived at Rita's. You never learn. As much as you love flying, especially at night you always decline when he asks to fly you home in favor of walking through the city. It's just the two of you as you walk home, your friends having gone home or somewhere else. It's your favorite part of your night out and his too. He gets you all to himself.

You do let him scoop you up once you get closer to the apartment you have for nights when you don't want to be up at the House. He carries you inside, taking you to the bedroom, your eyelids heavy as you softly murmur a thank you for the night out.

Azriel presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring softly against your hair that he'll always take you out whenever you want, you just nuzzle your face closer into his neck in answer.

#acotar headcanon #acotar #a court of thorns and roses headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses x taylor swift #azriel headcanons #azriel fluff #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel