#thesan x eris x thesan’s lover

[thomasisaslut]

Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Mirror Sex — KTober

Word Count: 1.5k

Includes: Mirror Sex, Mating Bond, Bondage, Anal, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51246100

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391145416-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫-𝐒𝐞𝐱-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱-𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

There were many people at the Solstice, much more than Azriel expected. Yes—Feyre and Rhysand did decide to invite other Courts as a way to bond and make treaties but even some 'lesser' fae were here.

And, not only that, but Azriel's shadows even reported that Tamlin was here. His High Lady had told the Inner Circle about the apology letter he sent a while ago but still, to see him here in person after everything that he has done to the Night Court and others... it was surprising to say the least.

However, with the crowds of people there were both positives and negatives. Many people could hide the fact that his arousal was practically leaking off of him, the scent was so strong that at some point Azriel had to shoot his load twice into the toilet.

Eris wasn't here yet.

The High Lord of the Autumn Court was the first to reply to the invitation, Only Feyre and Rhysand knew of the mating bond between the spymaster and the Autumn faerie, perhaps Cassian if he truly looked hard enough but Azriel doubted it.

It stayed like this for most of the night, the Shadowsinger only got more in a pissed mood when he spotted Helion and the Lady of the Autumn Court—Or, now known as the High Lady of the Day Court—Serafina was her name, Eris told him that.

The Illyrian's thoughts were broken when he smelt the hint's of whiskey, leaves, and fire smoke. Yes, there were a lot of other Autumn fae here but none smelt like that, like his mate, like Eris.

Azriel quickly made his way to the front entrance to greet his mate when he saw Thesan, again. However, he was not alone. His lover was beside him—that only subsided the anger—Azriel knew that Thesan had liked multiple lovers, he had announced it like Helion had once before. Even if Helion was more reserved with his mate now, Thesan was not.

"Eris." The Shadowsinger said as he approached his own lover, he sent a deadly glare to both Thesan and the person beside him. The High Lord of the Dawn Court only laughed before hooking his arm around his companions own and walking away.

"Azriel." The ginger replied with a smirk. "Something the matter?"

"You were speaking with... him" Azriel said the word as if it had a poor taste in his mouth. "Again." He added.

"I am here to make treaties, Shadowsinger. That involves talking to potential allies." Eris stepped closer to his mate, titling his head back so he could see the entirety of the Illyrian's frame—his broad shoulders, define muscles, beautiful, strong wings, everything.

"Thesan is already an ally to both the Night and the Autumn Court, little fox." Azriel brought his right hand to Eris' jaw, stepping closer the High Lord would be forced to face the ceiling to meet his eyes.

"Yes, but I need security, he is an extended ally to me."

"Are you saying we would betray you?"

Eris' face deadpans at his mates comment. "Of course not, Az. However, the Autumn Court's personal ties to the Dawn is not as secure as it is with the Night."

"You don't need their security. You have us, Day, and Summer." Azriel points out, his eyes darting to Thesan across the room occasionally.

"The more the better, spymaster." The ginger smirks, Azriel's hand was still firmly on his jaw. "Would you like a get better kiss?"

That's what snapped Azriel back to reality, he was acting ridiculous. Thesan had his own lover—even with liking the company of more than one—Eris was mated to him, he should have no worries, so what is the problem? Jealously. Hot, angry, seething, jealously.

Azriel Shadowsinger was jealous of Thesan.

It was almost laughable if it wasn't so serious.

"Calm down, Az. You're going to make the entire place go dark." The High Lord motions to the shadows forming around the many chandeliers hanging in the massive hall.

Azriel instantly tells the shadows to retract, they of course listen in under a second.

"I am calm, Eris."

"Then prove it."

Within a second, He slammed the ginger into the bed, The High Lord hits the back of his head against the pillow, the shadows quickly take form around his wrists and suspend them upwards—leaving the Autumn Fae unable to move his arms. The dark clouds do the same to his ankles, wrapping themselves around the pale flesh before tugging them apart. The Illyrian male nestles between his mates naked thighs.

"You have got to stop doing this to me, little fox." The dark headed male growls against Eris' ear as he leans down, Azriel soon takes the lobe into his mouth, licking the area before biting down—the High Lord's breath hitches.

"I... I wasn't flirting" Azriel sends him a pointed glare "This time." The ginger quickly adds.

"Yes, but I saw that glint of mischievous in your eye, little fox. You can't hide it from me, your mate." Azriel moves his lips to Eris' jaw, kissing the area before moving to his neck and clamping down, he sucked the pale flesh until it faded into a deep red hue.

"So? What's a party w-without mischief?"

Azriel rolls his eyes. "You can have fun without it being mischievous."

"I cannot."

"You're about to have fun now, isn't this not mischievous?" The Illyrian asks.

"Oh, Az. This is the most mischievous thing you could've done."

Eris hooks his legs around his mate, thankfully, the shadows have already stripped both of them nude. The High Lord of the Autumn Court bucked his hips against his mates, their cocks rubbing together.

"I need you, my mate. Prove to me whose I am."

Azriel snapped. The shadows tighten around Eris' wrists and ankles, any previous movement he had now restricted. The spymaster spits into his hands before stroking his own cock, the pre dribbling from his erect dick helped the process.

Using his already—slightly—lubricated fingers he aligned them with the gingers hole before sliding in his index. He thrust it in and out before inserting his middle and ring, he curls and spreads them—making the man below him whimper.

"Azriel... I... I need your cock, please." Eris begged.

"Do you now? You don't want Thesan's? Perhaps Tarquin? Maybe even-"

"Yours! Azriel! Only yours, please!" Eris interrupts.

The Shadowsinger smirks, he withdraws his fingers before sliding the tip of his cock in his mate. He watches as the High Lord squirms, resisting the urge to buck his hips to gain more of the others cock.

"Az... bottom out, please."

"Oh? You want to use your manners now?" Azriel smirks, Eris nods, his eyes like a puppy begging for his toy back. "Well," The spymaster couldn't ever resist his mate. "Since you asked so nicely, Eris."

A hint of excitement washes over Eris, the shadows hold his legs further apart, bending them up and over Azriel's shoulders which would provide the spymaster a new angle to fuck what is his.

His. The words repeat in Azriel's mind before he fully fucks Eris on his cock, impaling his mate with the length.

The High Lord was not Thesan's, Tarquin's, not anyone else's but his. However, that didn't make him not want to fuck the jealously out.

Azriel began to move his hips, the angle provided by his shadows allowed the spymaster to hit Eris' prostate with every thrust, the moans coming out of the Autumn fae's mouth was almost enough to make him shoot his load.

Almost.

The Shadowsinger brought one of his hands to Eris' cock, fucking his hand onto his mates cock whilst he pounded into his tight hole.

"A-Az! Let... Let me cum, please?" The ginger begs, Azriel only nods, his own movements don't stop for a second.

But, the spymaster moved their positions. Eris now looked at himself in the mirror, watching his mates cock thrust in and out of his hole.

"Look at you, how fucking perfect you are for me, little fox. What would others think if they saw you this way? All fucked out, completely submissive for cock."

"T-They wouldn't..." The High Lord of the Autumn Court muttered, Azriel however, heard him perfectly.

"And why is that, Eris?"

"Because I'm yours..." The ginger moaned.

"Yes, little fox, you are mine and mind alone, do you understand?" Eris nods, too close to the edge to make any more sentences. "Then cum, cum for me, Eris."

Eris moans loudly, shouting Azriel's name before his cum squirted from his cock, covering the Shadowsinger's hand with his release.

The new sight of his mate completely spent and now overly stimulated was enough to make Azriel cum, within a few more pounds he came hard, his load shooting deep inside of his mates rear, filling him up with his cum.

"Az..." Eris panted, he made grabby motions towards the Illyrian. "I didn't even get to play with your wings."

"I'm sure we can go again." Azriel said with an evil smirk.

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"It can be."

"Then you're on, Shadowsinger."

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[talesof-old]

kinktober 2023

i know i’ve been kind of off of it lately, and all the requests i’ve gotten are still undone, but i promise i’ve been working on them. it’s just taking me a lot longer than planned

that being said, october is coming up, and i’m working on the line up! so far:

TERROR AND TEARS

geralt x reader

plagued by a monster, your village has concluded that you, a mage, must be the cause. cast out in hopes of getting the monster to leave, you are forced to watch as your people continue to die. or at least they would, if some witcher wasn’t there to stop it

soft sex, comfort/intimacy while in the act, handjob

YOUR HAUNTING

azriel x reader

no matter how hard he tries, azriel sees your face everywhere. a ghost, a shadow, a secret he’s kept all to himself. madness is a tool you’ve learned to wield well, even if it is against your lover

consensual somnophilia, wingplay, blindfolds

HONEYED TALE

lucien x reader

autumn has officially started at the forest house, and with eris as the newly crowned high lord, lucien finds himself participating in this year’s festival of lupercalia

rough sex, primal, outdoor sex

PLEADING WITH GREAT POWER

aemond x reader x alys

a hundred years from now, there will be whispers of the witch queens of harrenhal, their white haired bastards and magic filled gaze. but a story must always have a beginning and middle, even if the ending seems quite…plain

threesome, age gap, dom/sub

SONGS OF FLAME

eris x reader

beron is cruel, and his sons nothing less than vicious. a member of thesan’s inner court, you’ve been tasked with the suicidal plan of seducing one of beron’s sons for information. you made a mistake and are now fucking two

marking, forbidden romance, jealous sex

LAY ME DOWN

surprise fic

fandom: marauders (harry potter)

if you’d like to see a specific character, just let me know! i have some ideas of what i might write, but i’d love to hear from others

for some ideas on who i write for, here’s my masterlist

#acotar #stranger things #acotar x reader #stranger things x reader #geralt x reader #game of thrones x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader

[ellievickstar]

A Court of Little Shadows (Part 5)

Warnings: None but like low key this has me really triggered so yeah

Previous Chapters:Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

A/N: Hello loves <3 So I have an announcement to make. I am starting to brainstorm some one shots based off the Eris x reader series I have. If you would like to request anything I will try my best to deliver it to you guys! Now let’s get on to today’s chapter!

Ember’s POV:

My shadows did not get further as Noah stuck a shield around me to contain it. By the time I was done having my magical break down I was content to sit on the floor near the corner as Mathew hovered over me. I let him hover since I found it kind of endearing but glared at him every now and then.

Rhysand looked at me stunned, guilt in his eyes as he tried to speak, “I-,” “Stories and words,” Tamlin said, lounging in his chair. “Is there any proof?” I glared at him. I knew that my emotions were unnecessary but inside I wanted to know why he had done it, if it would give me a peace of mind but seeing my mother’s face go hollow in the memories of that spy, it had haunted me until today, eight years later.

“Proof—” Cassian snarled, half rising in his seat, wings starting to flare. “No,” Rhysand cut in as Morrigan blocked Cassian with an arm, forcing him to sit. Rhysand added to Kallias, “But I swear it—upon my mate’s life.” His hand at last rested atop Feyre’s. I rolled my eyes at the distinct PDA.

But whatever Kallias read in Rhysand’s face, his words … He pinned Tamlin with a hard stare as he asked again, “Why are you here, Tamlin?” A muscle flickered in Tamlin’s jaw. “I am here to help you fight against Hybern.” “Bullshit,” Cassian muttered. Tamlin glowered at him. Cassian, folding his wings in neatly as he leaned back in his chair once more, just offered a crooked grin in return.

“You will forgive us,” Thesan interrupted gracefully, “if we are doubtful. And hesitant to share any plans.” “Even when I have information on Hybern’s movements?”

Silence. Tarquin, across the pool, watched and listened—either because he was the youngest of them, or perhaps he knew some advantage lay in letting us battle it out ourselves.

Tamlin smiled at Feyre. “Why do you think I invited them to the house? Into my lands?” He let out a low snarl, and a shiver went up my spine while Mathew tensed next to me. Tamlin said to Feyre, “I once told you I would fight against tyranny, against that sort of evil. Did you think you were enough to turn me from that?” His teeth shone white as bone. “It was so easy for you to call me a monster, despite all I did for you, for your family.” A sneer toward Nesta, who was frowning with distaste. “Yet you witnessed all that he did Under the Mountain, and still spread your legs for him. Fitting, I suppose. He whored for Amarantha for decades. Why shouldn’t you be his whore in return?” I nearly vomited at the thought of any of them having intercourse with another.

“Watch your mouth,” Morrigan snapped. Tamlin ignored her wholly and waved a hand toward Rhysand’s wings. “I sometimes forget— what you are. Have the masks come off now, or is this another ploy?” “You’re beginning to become tedious, Tamlin,” Helion said, propping his head on a hand. “Take your lovers’ spat elsewhere and let the rest of us discuss this war.

“You’d be all too happy for war, considering how well you made out in the last one.” “No one says war can’t be lucrative,” Helion countered. Tamlin’s lip curled in a silent snarl, I wondered what he was so angry at Hélion about.

“Enough,” Kallias said. “We have our opinions on how the conflict with Hybern should be dealt with.” Those glacial eyes hardened as he again took in Tamlin. “Are you here as an ally of Hybern or Prythian?” The mocking, hateful gleam faded into granite resolve. “I stand against Hybern.”

“Prove it,” Helion goaded. I watched Tamlin silently, monitoring every breathe.

Tamlin lifted his hand, and a stack of papers appeared on the little table beside his chair. “Charts of armies, ammunition, caches of faebane … Everything carefully gleaned these months.” This was impressive. Nothing that I didn’t think already know thanks to my spies but the amount of effort without the magic my court possessed…

All of this directed at Feyre, but she refused to so much as lower her chin.

“Noble as it sounds,” Helion went on, “who is to say that information is correct—or that you aren’t Hybern’s agent, trying to mislead us?” “Who is to say that Rhysand and his cronies are not agents of Hybern, all of this a ruse to get you to yield without realizing it?”

“Because the information matches mine,” I spoke up as I waved my hand, a stack of paper similar to Tamlin’s appearing on the table. Every one examined the two copies. “You are still a child you sources might be false,” Helion put on a cocky grin as his voice was laced with condescension.

Nesta murmured, “You can’t be serious.” Morrigan gave her a look as if to say that he certainly was.

“If we need to ally against Hybern,” Thesan said, “you are doing a good job of convincing us not to band together, Tamlin.”

“I am simply warning you that they might present the guise of honesty and friendship, but the fact remains that he warmed Amarantha’s bed for fifty years, and only worked against her when it seemed the tide was turning. I’m warning you that while he claims his own city was attacked by Hybern, they made off remarkably well—as if they’d been anticipating it. Don’t think he wouldn’t sacrifice a few buildings and lesser faeries to lure you into an alliance, into thinking you had a common enemy. Why is it that only the Night Court got word about the attack on Adriata, and were the only ones to arrive in time to play savior? And if the Shadow court is so well versed in information why didn’t they help?” Tamlin reasoned. He was referring to the attack that had occurred just a day before they had visited my court.

“They received word,” Varian cut in coolly, “because I warned them of it.” Tarquin whipped his head to his cousin, brows high with surprise. “Perhaps you’re working with them, too,” Tamlin said to the Prince of Adriata. “You’re next in line, after all.”

“We swear to keep a certain level of secrecy, unless absolutely necessary we don’t interfere with battle,” I explained.

“You’re insane,” Feyre breathed to Tamlin as Varian bared his teeth. “Do you hear what you’re saying?” She pointed toward Nesta. “Hybern turned my sisters into Fae, after your bitch of a priestess sold them out!”

“Perhaps Ianthe’s mind was already in Rhysand’s thrall. And what a tragedy to remain young and beautiful. You’re a good actress—I’m sure the trait runs in the family.” I shot a look at him. I knew Ianthe, she was a bitch indeed and I hated her, for many, many reasons.

Nesta let out a low laugh. “If you want someone to blame for all of this,” she said to Tamlin, “perhaps you should first look in the mirror. Tamlin snarled at her.

Cassian snarled right back, “Watch it.” Tamlin looked between Nesta and Cassian, his gaze lingering on Cassian’s wings, tucked in behind him. Snorted. “Seems like other preferences run in the Archeron family, too.” “What do you want?” Feyre hissed. “An apology? For me to crawl back into your bed and play nice, little wife?”

“Why should I want spoiled goods returned to me?” Her cheeks heated. “Shut the hell up! You honestly only know how to insult others to your benefit!”

Tamlin growled, “You are a spineless child who—,”

One heartbeat, the poisoned words were spewing from his mouth—where fangs lengthened. Then they stopped.

Tamlin’s mouth simply stopped emitting sounds. He shut his mouth, opened it—tried again. No sound, not even a snarl, came out. There was no smile on Rhysand’s face, not a glint of that irreverent amusement as he rested his head against the back of his chair.

“The gasping-fish look is a good one for you, Tamlin.” But it was not his power wrapping around the room, nor was it mine. No, it was Mathew’s.

A/N: HAHAHA. I was debating who should make Tamlin shut the hell up and decided let children fend for one another. It’s cute. More Chaos ensues because people expect a High Lady to be powerful. But what about her bestie (crush). Hehehehe let me know what you think <3

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[lucien-calore]

ok so today is eris’ day for KUWTV so here are a few hcs

(if anyone wants to write/draw something inspired by this or any of my posts, feel free to do it!! all i want is a link to the fanart/fic and proper credit as @/lucien-calore on tumblr)

also this will have hints of lucien x azriel, so if u don’t ship it, keep scrolling (and by hints i mean mentioning them every few items, sorry not sorry lol)

• people might think he hates lucien but (secretly, he has a reputation to keep) he loves to send gifts to his brother every birthday and solstice/equinox anonymously (azriel HATES this bc he thinks lucien has a secret admirer but lucien, who knows exactly who is sending him those gifts, just laughs and says his feeling towards the “secret admirer” are nothing but platonic)

• in a modern setting, i hc him to be a trans man and aro/ace

• also he’s had both male and female lovers

• he absolutely loves his mom and is a huge mommy’s boy, so much that he throws his mom a dagger so she can unalive beron (shhhh i’m manifesting)

• one of his brothers makes homophobic comments when he finds out about lucien and azriel and eris stabs his hand

• he’s had threesomes with kallias and viviane and thesan and his lover and has hooked up with tarquin a couple times (tarquin x eris is inspired by @stars-and-scripts and thesan x thesan’s lover x eris is from @iddragyouwithme if i’m not mistaken. i probably am tho)

ok that’s it, hope y’all have a wonderful week and see y’all tomorrow for the next day of @keepingupwiththevanserras

#keeping up with the vanserras #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #lady of the autumn court #pro lady of the autumn court #pro lucien vanserra #lucien spell cleaver #lucien vanserra #pro luzriel #pro luriel #luzriel #luriel #lucien vanserra x azriel #lucien x azriel

[nestable]

Acotar court/characters as Game of thrones houses pt. 2

Beron/Autumn court x House Greyjoy

1. Filled with traitorous people who are willing to kill each other just to get ahead. It's obvious that berons brood has abused each other to get closer to becoming his heir.

2. Everyone wants Beron dead just like they did Balon on GOT. Until he ultimately got betrayed by his brother, but here it's possible that Eris will take the killing blow.

3. Cruel people governed over by an even crueler High lord.

4. Greyjoys lack of honour showed when they rebelled against Robert and Berons lack of honour comes in the form of not wanting to participate in the war against Hybern until he was forced.

Thesan/Dawn Court x House Martell

1. Like house Martell which was never defeated by the Targaryens, the dawn court didnt fully succumb to amarantha as it is seen that Thesan was able to preserve the city where they had the High lords meeting just like rhysand did Velaris.

2. Normally stay out of mainland politics unless it is completely necessary.

3. People in Dorne are sexually liberated which might be the case in the Dawn court since Thesan has a male lover.

4. Step up in the war effort when a tyrant threatens to take over just like the Martells did when Cersei took the throne.

5. Has scholars and alchemists who came up with an antidote against faebane like the Martells came up with the scorpion that managed to shoot down a dragon.

Illyrians x Dothraki

1. Have a very stringent culture which glorifies the oppression and subjugation of women.

2. Have their own line of pantheons that they revere as we've seen Cassian be compared to one god of war named enalius.

3. Live off the notion that only the toughest survive and this is seen through the Blood rite and overall traditions within the race.

4. Revere their wings the same way the Dothraki revere their horses.

5. Need a good, strong leader to keep them in line or they will stray.

6. Vaes Dothraki, the Dothraki holy city is within mountains the way the Illyrian camps are.

#acotar #acowar #beron vanserra #thesan #illyrian #illyrian mountains #game of thrones

[ughthatimagineblog]

blush

cassian x (fem) reader

warnings; language, a very suggestive moment oml, acowar spoilers?, azriel and the reader were a thing for 2 seconds bc its canon azriel has had past lovers

prompt; reader is a princess at dawn but cass didn’t know lmao

requested; this prompt was an idea given to me by the lovely @sippy--sippy

word count; 5656

a/n; legit i spent two hours on this until 2 am and i got just a little carried away. 10 pages worth. love yall. sorry its so long also i have only read like the first two chapters of acofas that they offer at the end of acowar so bear with me

      Living without a wall was hard. Humans were still terrified of Fae. And to be fair, they had a good reason. Just not four months ago, Prythian had defeated Hybern. Feyre and Rhysand had defeated Hybern. Everyone had taken hits, Rhys the worst of all.        Rebuilding was hard as well. Even on the Fae side of things. Feyre was running non-stop meetings with other High Lords. Even some lesser fae to try and help volunteer for physical assistance. Hybern had destroyed a lot of land that needed physical rebuilding and she felt it was her task to help with that as well. Only occasionally Rhys would attend with her to help as well but he had his own High Lord things to do.        Cassian occupied himself with helping Feyre rebuild and sometimes accompanying her with more ‘official’ meetings. The ones that didn’t talk of reconstruction of people’s villages or homes, rather the reconstruction and editing of a certain treaty. She frequently went to meet at the Dawn Court as Feyre found Thesan the more neutral High Lord. Until today, she had gone alone, sometimes taking Mor. But today would be different.

      Today was a special meeting, Feyre would bring everyone with her, feeling their presence was needed. That included Rhys, Amren, Azriel, Mor and Cassian.           “Now, I think Thesan and I can come to an agreement we will share with other High Lords when we get the chance, but it may take a while to organize the logistics of my idea so we will be staying in Dawn Court for a few days. We arrive today, get rest and the meeting starts tomorrow.” Feyre instructed everyone who was gathered in the town house kitchen.          “What could be so important that you needed all of us there?” Amren spoke up, crunching on an apple. She winced a little. It appeared that regular food was still a very new concept to her.        “Amren, you’re coming because you are much wiser than I am. And older. I have a feeling your opinion one what’s best, what technicalities to look at will be highly valued. Rhys is coming as another consultant. He’s also High Lord and has been a High Lord of Prythian for longer than I have been. Azriel, I need you to scout the Dawn Court before we arrive.” He nodded and vanished leaving little more than a cloud of smoke to dissipate behind him.           “Cassian, you’re coming for protection. And Mor, you can work with Amren to help fact-check.” Feyre finished as everyone processed their new tasks.         “Why would you need protection?” Cassian piped up. “I thought you trusted Thesan?” He asked. It wasn’t like him to question orders. He wasn’t really, just curious. Although, he did have some plans. A night on the town. He hadn’t gotten a break and the next few days he had nothing planned. Up until now.       “Well, Thesan has told me Beron might arrive as well.” Everyone’s facial expressions changed. Everyone understood now. Feyre trusted Thesan. She was still wary of Beron. Mor was thankful she was given the task of ‘fact-checking’ with Amren. It would allow her to busy herself away from Beron or even Eris if he decided to show.        They left the moment Azriel had returned with news that the palace was safe. Bags packed, each winnowed into the palace, the beautiful court looking as stunning as it did when they had their meeting just months ago. Before Hybern.         Thesan greeted them. “Feyre. Good to see you again.” He smiled and welcomed her with a hug. He had grown warmer since the meeting. Feyre had seen a lot of Dawn Court in these past months, finding a new friend in Thesan, his Peregryn lover, his army and almost everyone residing at the palace.

      Once inside, Cassian overheard Feyre inquiring about a princess and Cassian found it odd he had never heard of a princess in Dawn before. What was more shocking is that Rhys, Azriel and Mor were also concerned about where this ‘princess’ was. How was he the only one to not know?       “Oh, she’s retired for the night. She’s spent all today preparing the palace for your visit and the day before, running around with our aerial legion helping out with citizens. She told me to inform you that she is terribly sorry she couldn’t greet you.” He informed them and Cassian noted Mor’s shoulders sagged a bit.       “Well, that’s alright. She sounds like she needs the rest. She will be attending the meeting tomorrow, yes?” Rhys asked and Thesan smiled. “Yes of course, though, my money is that if Beron does show, she starts a fight with him within the first five minutes.” Mor giggled at this.        “She does dislike the man greatly.” Feyre commented and Thesan laughed. “Yes, she is a handful. Amazing at being a princess for politics but when it comes to personal things, she tends to forget etiquette.” Thesan laughed and everyone else joined in.        Their talk of the princess didn’t last much longer and therefore it lost Cassian’s immediate interest. He trudged his way back to his room and stared at the ceiling for a good while before drifting to sleep. Princess of Dawn Court. The words ran around his head, confusing him to no end. Even Mor knew. How could she not tell him?

      He dreamt of her that night. He didn’t see her, though. She was always just out of his sight. Causing him to turn around just as she would run by and escape his peripheral. He was in the throne room of the palace. She hid behind one of the thrones. The one, Cass was sure, that belonged to her, only the faintest of a blush pink gown peeking out from behind the legs.        He smirked, thinking he had caught her and would finally meet this mystery, but just as he reached her, there was nothing but a cloud of light pink, orange and lavender in her wake. A sunrise.      He jolted when he heard laughing from the doorway. Azriel. Almost mocking him. This made Cassian even more annoyed.       His brother. Keeping a secret from him? Now Cassian was jealous of Azriel. Like an odd twist of fate. Cassian began walking towards the shadowsinger just as he noticed the similar gown poking out from behind the warrior. Cassian touched Azriel to move him but just as he did so Azriel turned to shadows and the princess turned to that cloud. They floated away and intertwined and circled Cassian.

      It made him spin as pink and black swirled around him. He remembered Bryaxis and his black and red cloud of nightmares. And of course, as the subconscious is the minds worse enemy, the cloud turned into just that, it’s darkness, Bryaxis’ evil, making an awful shushing noise.       Cassian began to crouch as the shadows engulfed him, his heartbeat reaching an alarming rate. It was then he realized it was not making a noise, but words. “You will find her. Today.” It said, over and over. “Foolish warrior.” The words slipped and swirled around him overlapping to make the horrid noise he first perceived it to be.      It was enough to make the war prince collapse to the floor, hands over his ears.

      He woke up in a sweat, his sheets tangled around his naked form. He had kicked the comforter off of the bed, seemingly a while ago as he felt that they were cold. Stark contrast to his soaking, nearly steaming thin sheets.       He shook his head, nearly ashamed to still have nightmares about Bryaxis. He was gone, no, he was on the loose, and clearly nowhere near this palace. But something inside him, something deep in his bones made him remember the thankful cries of the people in Velaris after the war had ended.       They had called him fearless. And that small, deep part of him, wished he truly was.

       Shaking his head, he strapped on his Illyrian leathers going for a little early morning training. It was nearly dawn. He decided now a better time than ever to get all worked up and sweaty. Well, more so than he already was. He just needed to blow off the nerves he had.        He found the gardens soon enough, not bothering to wake anyone up to ask where the training room was. He began to swing at nothing, practicing upper cuts, balance, stance, etc. A few kicks here and there, using his wings to balance them out.       Bryaxis, no, dream Bryaxis said he would meet her today. Which was nothing special. Of course he would, she was going to be at the meeting and so was he. He knew that already. He rationed this to himself in his mind, scoffing at how stupid he was to have been frightened by a dream.        It was just a dream after all. He soon came to the explanation that Cassian already knew he would see the princess later today and therefore his subconscious was telling him not to worry. “Crazy fucked way of telling me not to worry.” He muttered to himself as he prepared for another kick.      “I haven’t said a word, let alone tell you not to worry.” A voice came from behind him, surprising him enough to where his kick was botched, caused him to lose balance and fall flat on his back. He winced, trying to regain the air that just got knocked out of his lungs.      Light, airy chuckling that made Cassian’s stomach flip sounded out behind him and he groaned as a young girl came into line of view. If he had to estimate in human years, she looked a few years younger than him. She was wearing training clothes. Tight pants of a russet color with mesh stripes of merigold, boots that reached the top of her shins of a similar color. They had slits up the sides, most likely for stylistic purposes and under them he saw gold. Her top was form fitting with a neckline similar to a halter but did cut low enough to show her bare collar.          Well, it wasn’t exactly bare. There was a gold body chain that wrapped around her neck like a choker and ran down her midsection and separated in several sections. The top itself was that same gold, marigold color but this time it shone in the small light of the retreating moon and the sun that hadn’t even kissed the horizon yet. Similar plates lined her humerus in layers for protection.            A cape of sheer light gold and orange draped off of one shoulder, nearly touching Cassian’s chest as she leaned over to offer a golden wrapped hand for assistance. Her arms were snaked in more gold, similar to his tattoos but he could tell these were temporary. They were sharp enough to be weapons yet didn’t cut her skin.        “Y/N. You must be Cassian.” She laughed a small bit. He grinned, trying not to look so confused. His body’s reaction to her smile, that is what was confusing to him. It made his heart lunge and render his brain useless. She was stunning. Fae were supposed to be beautiful but she really was ethereal. He even noticed she was slightly sweaty. She was training.        “I am. Nice to meet you. You’re up this early to train?” He asked and she smiled. “Yes, it is Dawn Court. Everyone here is kind of a morning person.” She joked and he found himself letting out a breath in a way of chuckling.       She looked around, towards the East mainly. “We still have a few minutes before sunrise. Want to have a look around?” She offered and he nodded, feeling like a gentle giant next to her small form.

      She showed him the palace’s vast gardens, weaving through the bushes and flowers and weeping willows on a small pathway. She told him of how she was the commander of their army. Their grounded army. One of the Peregryn’s commanded the aerial legion. She spoke of how she was constantly around sadness and fighting and pain so the gardens were her favorite part of living at the palace. So she lived there? Maybe she knows the princess.        “Do you know the princess?” Cassian asked as sound of water in the distance reached his ears. She stopped smelling a flower to look at him, barely noticing the sun. A sliver of it was looking out beyond the horizon. “The princess?” She asked and he nodded. She smiled to herself.      “I know the princess.” His eyes lit up at Y/N’s words and he asked more of the Princess. “Well, she’s very beautiful. But she doesn’t think so sometimes.           Honestly, shes very smart but Thesan doesn’t see it. She can also be a little ditsy sometimes, kind of hating the role she has to play. I’m very close with her.” The young commander spoke.       Y/N thought that if she hadn’t been the princess, she would have been sad to see Cassian’s obvious interest. But nonetheless, she was the princess and he would see in just a few hours.      “Why are you so concerned?” Y/N decided to ask. She wanted to know if Cassian was more interested in title rather than personality.

     “Well I never knew there was a princess! I just found out yesterday and I have been racking my mind non stop to try and think if I ever saw or heard of a princess before. So far I’ve come up empty. No one has told me.” He told Y/N and she believed him. He seemed genuinely baffled.        “Well, you’re in luck,” She dove into the conversation again. “She has a type. She likes tall men with long hair and hazel eyes. You’re right up her alley.” She told Cassian and watched as his cheeks turned into the color the clouds were going to be in a few minutes.       “I’ll put in a word for you.” She said, turning to face Cassian, only this made her look at the sun beyond him. It was a quarter of the way up. Her eyes flared and she gasped, grabbing his hand and turning to run.

     “We have to go!” She shouted as Cassian found himself recovering from the whiplash of the moment. “You’ll miss it!” She shouted behind her to the big lug she was dragging by the hand. Cassian shouted back, chuckling. “Miss what?”         He asked, getting distracted by her hand around his. It was small compared to his hand. He felt something warm start to form in his heart when he found the source of the water.       It was like a giant pit in the ground except instead of dirt it was layers and layers of stones. Both rare and common. Water poured from the crevices in between each layer allowing the growth of the flora that nearly covered all of the rocks. Dozens of flowers that showed colors similar to a sunset were closed, waiting to bloom in the morning sun.        A stone path led all the way to the bottom where there was a circular walkway of clean granite surrounded by the water that spilled into the bottom.

The water ran off in three different directions, Y/N explaining an underground watering system that helped water the rest of the garden from underneath. She led him to the center which was small. The pathway was wide enough for two Dawn Court people side by side. Cassian was not of the Dawn Court. He was large and burly.  So he walked the circular path in awe at the waterfalls and flowers around him. He had not seen so many different kinds in his life. In the center of a circle there was a marble center that could only hold two at once. Y/N attempted to say something from the other side but Cassian couldn’t hear her. They silently worked out to meet in the middle. In theory it would work. In practice, they almost fell. Cassian caught Y/N just before she fell and chuckled as she held onto him seemingly for dear life. He smiled down at her, loving the way she seemed to smell of all of the flowers around him. As if their scent had all clung to her as she descended the path down and embedded itself into her skin, altering her natural scent to be that of those around her forever.

     “I was going to say,” She said as she noticed their proximity. He was so close she felt his breath on her face. She knew, as a princess, it was inappropriate to be this close to him. But he didn’t know, and for once she was allowed to be herself without any preconceived notions. “That I helped plant most of these myself, helped them grow.” She left out the part where she used her royalty given magic to literally make them grow, but she did explain some of the flowers there.        “Most of the green you see is Sedum. They are immune to heat and drought, but obviously they don’t have to worry about that here. They actually grow bigger each year on their own and require little care.         “While we tried to even out the amount of flowers, the most popular planted are Delphiniums, Daylily’s and Asiatic Lily’s.” She told him and he smiled to himself. She loved flowers. “Now, I know I sound like a major green thumb, but really I wasn’t always like this. My mother actually loved to plant flowers and she used to want me to help her. Growing up, I wasn’t a huge fan of the outdoors and therefore never wanted to help her. But now that shes,” Y/N took a moment and Cassian saw the look in her eyes change. She looked up shyly at him before continuing.       “Anyways, I keep this garden well cared for, for her and I’ve loved growing ever since. Some other flowers are Dianthus’, Bearded Iris’ and Peonies. They all bloom in the sunlight.” She told him with a large smile, gesturing around her. Cassian made a joke about her getting along with Elain. She explained she had not met Elain, even though she had, and how she had only heard of Feyre and Rhys. The sun was just fully above the horizon now, the bottom barely kissing the Earth, sending the sky into hues of blush, lavender and gold.         The water reflected off of the sky. Cassian realized the bottom of the pool was made of mirror and some broken bits of mirror were also embedded into the rock around them for this reason. It turned the water the color of the sky.        He understood why she loved it so much. They stood there and spoke for nearly another hour. She is beautiful. There is no one else more stunning than her. He thought to himself as they stood there. He thought that she should have been princess just on her personality and laugh and beauty alone. She spoke of palace guards and some of the other royals she knew, sometimes talking badly about them but this made her real to Cassian.        She wasn’t a friend to everyone and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. He was just about to ask her if she was seeing anyone when they heard shouting in the distance. People calling her name.        “Shit!” She cursed and checked the sky. Cassian’s eyebrows raised but nonetheless he chuckled. It seemed she was late for something. “I’m sorry. I have to go. I would stay here forever if I could. Maybe I’ll see you later?” She offered, speaking frantically. “Will you be at the meeting later?” He asked and she smirked a little, seemingly less frantic for a moment. “Maybe.” Was the only answer she offered him before standing on her toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek and running off, ascending the way they came.         She got about half way up when she stopped, confusing Cassian, and she ran back down. “Oh, and don’t come after me. Wait until you think I’m far enough away from the gardens.” She instructed him, gave him another kiss, and ran all the way back, disappearing behind the ledge at the top. She heard her yell out, “Coming! I’m coming!” Before her voice faded completely.        Cassian’s hand touched his face where her lips had been, somehow mesmerised that he had spent an entire morning with this stranger. Not so much of a stranger anymore. After waiting for about five minutes in a trance, he ascended the walkway all the way back to his room, hoping he would see more of Y/N.

        Cassian got ready for the meeting alone. He spent the entire shower contemplating what he believed in. Was love at first sight real? He already knew he liked her. Wanted to court her. Would she feel the same? When would he tell her? Cassian brushed these thoughts out of his mind by running his hands through his hair and shut off his shower with a forceful push.           Cass arrived early, meeting up with Azriel, Feyre and Rhys right outside the meeting room. “Where were you this morning?” She asked. “I was out exploring the gardens with someone.” He smirked and Rhys looked nearly astonished. Azriel looked at him with a quizzical expression but said nothing.              “Really? Who is this mystery girl?” Rhys inquired. “She’s the commander here. Not of the aerial legion. The ground army. If she’s here I’ll introduce you.” Cassian gave an innocent smile.          Rhys gave Feyre a look and Azriel found it hard not to smirk himself. Cassian began to look puzzled which cued Feyre to shake the look off of her face. “I’m thrilled to meet her. She sounds like an interesting girl.” She took Cassians hand and patted it with her own. Rhys agreed and clapped Cassian on the back and Azriel just nodded. The trio prayed Y/N would play along as well, as she was approaching them now.           Cassian turned just to see her in time to notice she had changed out of her fighting armor, had showered and had light makeup on. A thick, gold choker that pointed to her sternum and reached her shoulders hung around her neck. Sleeves did not attach to her dress but instead occupied most of her arm, stopping just below her armpits as the skin tight sangria colored fabric faded into gold that swirled and faded up her arm.        That same dark purple-red color turned darker as it descended her forearm and stopped at her wrists. The dress itself was gorgeous. Strapless, that sangria color shone in the daylight and was tight and only reached her hips similar to a corset. The only odd part about it was right around her midsection there was a shield shaped opening that revealed the rest of the dress’ fabric. It was more of a neutral blush, slightly beige colored fabric that flowed and split down the sides.

      The slit was as high as her hip and was more suggestive than Cassian would have suspected. Her feet were adorned in heels that snaked up her calves like golden snakes. Her hair was done to fit the type of cut and on one ear was a gold feather, accented to the small gold stud in her other one. She smiled at everyone, winking at Cassian, who literally tripped on his way to greet her.       Azriel’s eyebrows shot up at his stumble as he brought Y/N over. “Hello, Cassian.” Y/N said, smiling up at him, her eyelids low. Cassian choked at the sound of his name on her sultry lips. She looked like a predator who’s prey was tripping in it’s own trap. Her eyes never left him even as his eyes could barely look at her without his cheeks turning red. Feyre and Rhys both had never seen Cassian so flustered.          “Everyone,” Cassian began after regaining himself, clearing his throat and fidgeting with his siphon. “This is Y/N.” Cassian introduced the young woman and finally her eyes tore from his face. God, she knew she wanted him.         When Y/N was sure Cassian wasn’t looking at her, she winked before ‘introducing’ herself to everyone. Feyre was willing to play along. “I am Feyre. High Lady of Night Court. This is my mate, Rhysand, High Lord of Night Court. This is Azriel,” Feyre introduced the shadowsinger Y/N had already met a thousand times and he smirked as he leaned forward and kissed her hand.              He smirked under the dorsal side of her hand, knowing he was going to get a couple bruises from her for that later. Y/N and Azriel were actually quite good friends and a long time ago, hundreds of years, had been lovers for a singular night. She had seen Az loved Mor, also one of Y/N’s closest friends, and settled for being Az’s best friend instead. In her eyes, she enjoyed his company more that way.

       Mor had walked into the hallway at this point and her eyes shone at the sight of Y/N the moment their gazes connected. Feyre must have sent her a message through her mind because Mor’s eyebrows went back down and she walked over, asking who this is.        “Y/N. Commander of the ground legion here at Dawn.” She introduced herself. Mor shook her hand skeptically and looked to Cassian. Quickly putting two and two together, Mor’s eyes seemed to say ‘Oh!’ before smirking and introducing herself. It was a wonder Cassian hadn’t caught on by now, but he didn’t have time to dwell.        Two guards emerged from the room chosen and informed everyone that the meeting would begin soon. Cassian had begun to filter into the room with everyone else but stopped when he noticed Y/N wasn’t following. “Y/N?” He asked, walking towards her, noticing more officials walk down the hallway. They were aways away and Y/N looked as though she was waiting for someone.       “Go inside, I’m alright. I’m supposed to, uh, be here when the princess arrives. She’s always the last to show.” She explained and kissed Cassian on the cheek before he nodded, worried, but relented and went into the room. Cassian could have sworn he heard her arguing with someone just before the doors closed and Cassian took his seat.        Cassian noted Beron and his sentries. No Eris. He was relieved. Mor didn’t need him to be here. The meeting began with Thesan. “As you all know, we are here to discuss a new idea for the treaty. Now there are many, many details to be worked out. We have brought Beron here because he is the closest to where the wall was before right next to Tamlin, who has declined to come.” Cassian saw Feyre fidget, just for a moment, in her seat.          “If we come to a conclusion, we will share it with the other High Lords. But of course, not everyone is here yet. Please rise and welcome my cousin, Princess of Dawn Court,” Cassian rose with everyone as the doors opened behind him. Thesan’s arm extended to point behind Cassian and Azriel. Harps begun to play as the royal entered the room. Cassian turned around just as Thesan finished speaking. “Y/N.”               Y/N entered the room, her fingers intertwined with each other as she walked through the room, her dress trailing behind her, as she took the empty seat next to Thesan. This time, her head was adorned with a small crown she had not been wearing moments before. Gold racing in between each other like vines, coming down to a point. No gems. Elegant but simple. Cassian swore he heard his jaw hit the floor. Seated not but three feet in front of him was the commander he met that morning, her hair sweaty in the dim light.    ‘I have to be with the princess when she gets here’ my ass. She is the princess!

         The meeting continued, charts splayed across the table sometimes finding new homes on the floor. Beron barely spoke and when he did, he wasn’t speaking from his ass but giving good advice. Cassian was too distracted to notice anyways. She had flirted with him. Opened up in front of him. Cursed in front of him. Kissed him and at one point, literally burped in front of him. Kissed him, albeit on the cheek, but kissed him nonetheless. Acted the opposite of a princess. Yet, here she was acting as poised as ever, as if she was a cut and press copy of a fairy tale.         He watched her seemingly delicate hands cross over the maps, the papers, rough drafts as though they were glass. Be he knew how hard they could grip. How sloppy they could move. He knew how her soft lips felt when they were chapped on his cheek. Azriel leaned over and explained everything when he felt the meeting was beginning to wrap up. No conclusion but ideas were flowing. A proposal was made that Cassian didn’t hear.        Azriel explained of him and the princess’ past and how it was over before it began. Cassian was angry at him for this but cooled a bit when Az explained she had never looked at him the way she did at Cassian. Azriel instructed him to go to her when it was over. She wasn’t untouchable and was single and could court people from other Courts. Cassian mulled this over that night, knowing now she would definitely be at dinner later.           He really liked this beautiful girl. She was an angel. She was funny. She was kind. She wasn’t afraid to be judgemental and real and truthful. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. How could she find a partner in Cassian? Runt-of-the-litter, grown-up-in-a-dirt-camp Cassian? She had grown up in the palace, learning how to keep her elbows off the table during her three meals every day while he learned how to hold a spoon to efficiently get enough soup into his mouth while he was still caked in mud and rain?

        At dinner, she had saved a spot especially for him next to her and Thesan had whispered his approval, making her blush. They talked again all night. She had felt no one else was at that dining table but them. At some point she had gotten food on her cheek and Cassian had reacted by instructing her to stop moving. This caused her to stop giggling, as well as the chatter of most of everyone else at the table.         Thesan, Thesan’s lover, Feyre, Rhys, Azriel, Mor and Amren all watched as Cassian leaned in extremely close to the princess, took his thumb and wiped a bit of sauce that had somehow ended up on the side of her cheek. She looked up at him, her heart rate increasing at the intimate touch he had just given her.       His thumb was still very close to her mouth. The whole world stopped around them as she carefully placed his thumb on the edge of her lips, closing her mouth around the finger tip and licking lightly.      Cassian felt a shiver go down his spin as her tongue lightly brushed the pad of his finger, forgetting they, in fact, were not alone. Her eyes were dark looking up into his hazel ones, but the moment her lips released his thumb, she gave him a bright innocent smile and said, “All better.” She then returned to her food, frantically trying to use her powers to keep the burning sensation from reaching her cheeks.       She had never been that bold. With anyone.     Rhys had coughed and muttered something about the two of them needing a room as Thesan continued to pick at his plate uncomfortably. She had known Y/N since she was merely a child and to see her do that, something very adult like, he had been whipped with the realization she was not that child anymore. It was a very difficult thing to grasp, yet, he was doing his best to do so.

    Cassian did not spend the night in his room. But in Y/N’s. They did not sleep together in a sexual sense, however they did spend most of the night talking about their lives. They shared their first real kiss that night and while they didn’t go all the way, Cassian woke up without a shirt the next morning. He remembered the last night as the princess, still in asleep in his arms, stirred.      He had revealed small parts of him even Feyre did not know yet, and wouldn’t unless she decided to raid his mind. She fell for him that night and Cassian brought up the idea of courting her. She had decided that would be an amazing idea and the next day, Y/N told Thesan she would be visiting the Night Court when Cassian and the others would leave. Not forever, she had clarified. Just for a visit.

     And visit she did. When in Velaris, Cassian flew her over the city at night. Showed her the House of Wind and the Rainbow of Velaris. He showed her what the sky looked like in the darkest part of the city and she had stared in awe at how beautiful it was. Cassian made a comment it wasn’t as stunning as her which caused her to cackle and eventually snort which in turn made Cassian burst out laughing.        Normally it was embarrassing for her, but with Cassian, it felt normal. She felt at home. Suddenly Y/N recalled how Feyre felt at home in Velaris as well and she wondered if that was just an effect the city had on her. One look at Cassian told her it wasn’t Velaris that made her feel like she was home, but Cassian. Cassian was her home.

#Cassian x reader #cassian acotar x reader #cassian acotar #azriel #rhysand #rhys #feyre #mor #amren #acowar #acomaf #acotar #acotar imagines #thesan

[evangelineartemiasamos]

Reading Acowar again

Chapter 35 - 48

How did Feyre become such a skilled fighter that she can kill like dozens of soldiers without getting injured at all? What are all these dashes and ellipses doing there? Why can’t Feyre avoid fragments for more than three sentences? Why does she, whenever someone talks about the pain of war, only think of Rhysand’s pain? Why does Feyre always have to ask for Rhysand’s approval? Why does Maas tell me that Rhysand groans louder during sex than the injured soldiers around him scream from pain?

HIs growls of pleasure filled the tent, drowning out the distant cries of the injured and dying. Life and death - hovering so close, whispering in our ears.

Chapter 39, page 380. This is so, so UGH.

Why doesn’t Lucien’s mother have a name? Why doesn’t Thesan’s lover have a name? Why does everyone love Azriel when he’s such a passive-agressive, obsessive ass about Mor? Why doesn’t Mor say something during the High Lords meeting? She’s a skilled politician and war veteran, she should have opinions, so it must be because of Azriel’s former behaviour during the meeting which was not okay. Why does Maas allude to sexual assault and violence against women all the time? Why does the real action (Summer Court attack, the fall of the wall) happen in like three sentences off-page? Why does Feyre think a Cassian-Mor-Helion-threesome would be a great thing until she is confronted with doing it herself? Feyre, you unempathetic hypocrite.

Okay, but what I like: Mor (of course). Mor filled with happiness about seeing Viviane again. Viviane herself. The Mor x Viviane chemistry. Cassian. And while Mor’s tone when talking to Nesta sounds territorial, you can definitely read it as Mor being protectlve of Cassian because she is aware of Nesta’s tedency to bullying which has to be called out (because Feyre doesn’t do that). Mor muttering a plea for mercy from mates. Same girl, same ;-)

Tamlin getting a moment to bitch at Rhysand (until he exaggerates he becomes a tool again). Nuan and Maas’s light try to support immigration and make Amren canon Chinese. Nesta speaking up for humans, Eris being still described as an ass.

#anti acowar #regina reads acowar #anti azriel #anti rhysand #mor deserves better #rant #nesta has no social skills she would make a terrible emissary #i was never into moriel but acowar is trying to kill it for good #anti sjm

[one-day-i-will-write]

Truths

Helion x Lady of Autumn, who doesn’t have a name and I couldn’t remember what she looks like...

As for her personality in this, I think while at the autumn court she kind of retreated into herself. Once beron is dead, I expect she would return to her former personality though she’d have some demons. Basically, her personality here is how I imagine she was pre-beronthedickbag.

Let me know what you think.

The news of Eris overthrowing his father spread through the land like wildfire. It wasn’t long before the news reached Helion, whispered in his ear by a courtier. It took every ounce of his self-control to remain passive, to not react.

It didn’t last long.

Thunder cracked as he winnowed to the Autumn Court. The other High Lords were gathered, waiting to see who would become High Lord. When Helion glanced at the Night Court retinue, he couldn’t decide who was less happy to be there: Lucien or Morrigan. By some stroke of fate, Lucien turned to face him at that moment.

He had avoided looking Lucien in the face for centuries. Did not want to see what was there. The features of his love, a reminder of what they had lost.

Everyone was gathered in a large hall, seats appeared as High Lords got tired of waiting. Thesan and his lover talked in the corner, Kallias and Viviane spoke with those in the Night Court, no doubt so the High Lady of Winter could support her friend.

Helion studied Lucien. He had never noticed, there was something familiar about him. Not from the Autumn Court, but he was having trouble pinpointing it. He was so lost in thought that he barely registered it when Lucien jolted to attention. Then he felt her walk into the room.

Helion turned to see the Lady of Autumn walk into the room. His entire world focused on her. The long red hair, the fair skin dashed with light freckles, and for the first time in longer than he cared to remember, a brilliant smile decorated her face. Lucien returned the smile, moving to hug his mother.

She laughed, and it was sweet and happy and Helion could feel his heart break because he hasn’t heard that in so long. She was talking animatedly with Lucien, both smiling as they caught up on each others lives. Helion wasn’t quite prepared when her gaze turned to him.

She looked shocked. Then, she was biting her lip and dragging Lucien over to him. Nervous. Why would she be nervous to talk to him? And why would she bring Lucien over, they have barely ever spoken.

Then it clicked. The darker skin tone, the nose, those were his. Lucien looked like him. Helion briefly remembered that Lucien had broken Hybern’s spell. That magic wasn’t Autumn. It was Day. It was him.

His son.

His son watched as his first love was murdered. His son was chased from his home after watching his mother be abused for years. His son was nearly killed by his own brothers. His son had his eye ripped out by that Hybernian bitch. His son suffered Under the Mountain.

And he never knew.

Helion couldn’t breathe. All the things he missed. He never protected him. His son had been left alone in the world, used and abused, and h was strong enough to thrive.

“Helion.” His love’s voice, sweet and timid, broke through his thoughts. He realized he’d been staring at Lucien, who now looked distinctly uncomfortable.

“Hestia.” He breathed her name, the sound of it flooding him with contentment.

They stayed silent for a moment. Lucien opened his mouth to speak, but by the furrowing of his brows he had no idea what to say so he simply shut it again. Helion was still watching him.

“Hestia.” Helion breathed, and he realized he was nervous. But he was also hopeful. “Is he-.”

Helion shook his head, he didn’t need to ask. The small smile Hestia gave him confirmed as much.

“Am I what?” Lucien asked, quickly and a little annoyed. “You two are acting strange. Which, I expect from Helion but you mother-”

“My son.” Helion smiled, and he glowed, damn him. A cough off to the side drew his attention, Feyre and Rhys were watching with rapt attention and obnoxious smiles. Of course the bastard knew.

“Pardon?” Lucien asked, blank faced and maybe a little confused.

“Luc,” Hestia started, getting her son-their son-to look at her. “Helion and I…we…Cauldron boil me this is more difficult than I thought.”

“Fairly certain the boy knows how babies are made, Hes.” Helion joke, only to have Hestia stick her tongue out at him. Cauldron, she was back and free and he loved her with everything he is.

“Beron isn’t-wasn’t-my father, but Helion is?” Lucien talked slowly, still processing. Join the club, son. Helion decided he liked that. Son. But did Lucien?

“I know this is probably not ideal, Lucien, but-”

“Not ideal?” Lucien interrupted. “Are you joking? You just told me the man who abused me and my mother, killed the first person I ever truly loved, and repeatedly insulted my closest friend-“

“Aw, love you too Luc.” Feyre shouted back, obviously eavesdropping.

“I was talking about Cassian, but you’re okay too.” Lucien rolled his eyes, though a laugh escaped him as Feyre shot him a rude gesture while Cassian blew him a kiss. “Anyway, that monster was not my father. And you think telling me this is bad news? I feel so much lighter now.”

“And you don’t mind me being your father?” Helion asked, hopeful and nervous still. He didn’t like these feelings.

“Cauldron, no, you may be a bit of a prick-“

“Don’t you talk to your father like that!” Mor shouted, earning a slap on the arm from Viviane

“-but you’re a good male.” Lucien’s face turned dark. “If you ever hurt my mother, however, I will burn to dust father or no.”

“Don’t worry about that, I would never hurt my mate.” Helion said, before that really hit him. Lucien’s face turned unreadable, Hestia was shocked but slowly transitioning into unrelenting happiness.

“Did no one bring snacks? This is getting good.” Cassian shouted out this time, earning a slap on the arm from Mor and Az each.

“You’re mask is a bit cracked today, my Lord.” Hestia was beaming now and Helion could feel the joy through the bond, finally shining through years of heartbreak and repressed feelings.

“Don’t call me my Lord.” Helion spoke low, moving forward to hold Hestia and rest his forehead against hers. “Because, if you’ll have me, you will be the High Lady of Day and will never bow to anyone ever again. Least of all to me.”

“You are mine and I am yours.” Hestia smiled, leaning up to kiss him. He could practically hear Mor and Viv’s gossiping already.

“Good.” Helion smiled, happier than he has been in a very long time. “We best start training my heir, I can’t wait to dress him in Day Court attire.”

“You know, I do believe I have things to do. Important emissary business.” Lucien coughed, looking to Feyre and Rhys for help. Mistake.

“Actually, you’re schedule is completely free.” Rhys smiled

“You bastard.” Lucien growled, half-heartedly.

“I do believe you’re the bastard, Lucien, darling.” Rhys responded with a smirk.

Helion held Hestia while they waited to see which of her other sons would take the throne. Lucien and Rhys continued their banter for a while, eventually his son returned to ask questions about the Day Court’s inner workings.

Helion caught Rhys’ eyes while Hestia talked with Lucien about what they’ll do now that they can spend time together. His oldest friend smiled, honest and true, and connected their minds.

Sure you’ll be okay settling down?

If you can do it, batsy, so can I.

You always did love copying me.

Helion rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his family. A deep, instinctual part of him knew that he would do anything for them. Helion took a moment to thank the cauldron for everything he’d been given. Then, he started planning a ceremony for his mate and his son

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Mirrored Shred pt. 1

AZRIEL x OC FANFICTION

ACOWAR SPOILERS, BEWARNED

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO SJM.

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“It was not easy to recover after loving the same female for half a century.”

There was a female, with feathered wings the color of tawny browns, blacks, and dirty white. her dark skin radiated from her time at Day Court. She was a messenger of sorts, all on behalf of her father. She was a bastard child of Thesan, High Lord of Dawn Court, who had tangled with Seraphim, before his lover, the Captain of the Peregryn soldiers.

Her name was Valeryth. And she healed the Shadowsinger to Night Court, for centuries. And that Shadowsinger in return had listened to her rage.

It was the first meeting the High Lords of Prythian has for a near half millennium. She stood beside her father’s lover, Augustus, as she watched Helion step into the beauty of their meeting room. He greeted Thesan and Augustus, but she had even received a wink and knowing look from said High Lord, and found herself redden—only a little, though. He was her first…to take her to bed with a third party. And, in Val’s perspective, it had been nice to experiment with the Helion, as he helped her grow more aware of the beauties both genders had. That, and the two were bordering on best friends with benefits.

When Helion had taken his seat, Val and Thesan had taken their seats as well. Val next to Helion, and Thesan at the center of the table. Val had to position her massive wings on the back-less chair, and slightly thumped them to Hellion’s shoulder, who shifted a little.

“How are you, Lord Hellion?” Valeryth said, her voice dipped lower, and more tentative. She knew the mask he had to play with the rest of the Courts. 

Hellion smiled, though it was constrained. “No need with formalities, Val,” he said causually and wrapped a lazy arm on the back of chair. Another swift look at her body, her wings, her covered neck. “I think you and I have known each other well enough to not use them.”

Thesan had straightened on his chair, a gleaming look in his eyes. Of course, her father and Augustus knew of the relationship she had with Helion, though they never liked it to be publicly announced.

Especially when Kallias, High Lord of Winter court and his mate, Viviane, had walked in the minute Helion spoke. The lord and lady had smiled tentatively at the three on the table, having heard what was said.

“Formalities, Helion?” snickered Kallias, his white skin kissed with a dimple as he smiled. “When have you never liked someone groveling beneath your feet?”

Groveling…Valeryth hated that word. She had done plenty of that for the past fifty years…

Something in her face must’ve shown, because it was Helion that had humorously said , “We should be careful of what we say, Kallias. There are some here that have gone through much just by groveling.”

Valeryth stared at the two High Lords, her back stiff. She thanked Helion with a nod. Of course he would know how she felt…even if he knew barely about it…

“I appreciate that, Helion,” Valeryth quickly said, her eyes trailing over towards Helion’s attire. He wore a white fabric, something like a tunic or dress that draped over one muscular shoulder. He was also wearing that damned gold spiked crown. “There was no need, though.”

Helion casted a look towards Kallias’s entourage. They were aware of the buddying relationship between the High Lord of Day and the bastard of the Dawn Court. It was a not secret until fifty years ago.

Thesan cleared his throat, and all eyes trailed to him. There was a simmer in his eyes, probably from Valeryth’s reaction to the joke, but it disappeared as he stood up and headed towards the entrance. 

There stood a servant, and the Night Court. All, in their glamorous clothing like the night. The table stood up

All but one.

Valeryth stared at Rhysand first, a sudden wave of nausea rippled through her as she remembered her time at Under the Mountain. Remembered her suffrage…and her savior

He wore black on black. A black jacket and tunic, with the matching shade all throughout his toned body. Though, it was the lady beside her–Feyre Cursebreaker that made Val tensed up even more. She remembered hearing Feyre sacrifice herself…A great debt Val owed her. Feyre wore a dress of light, as though the sea of dark colors around her were the sky and she the star. Beside Feyre was another female, her gown long and her face similar to the former. Morrigan—Val had never fully met the female, as Val was born after the War to even meet her—stood beside Rhysand and wore a dress of deep blue. She adorned her tan skin with jewelry and styled her hair down with waves of blonde. And behind the blonde fae, were two near brother-like Illyrians

One had long hair and a face wicked and cunning just like someone she knew… He wore the same Illyrian armor as his partner. Said partner…

Beautiful was an understatement for him. He was dark, and quiet. Shadows kissed his every step as he walked along with his court to meet with Thesan. And his hands…they were so similar to the scars on her neck, her back, her body…

Valeryth knew she was staring too long at the those hands. Knew he had caught her. She didn’t bother to look at him to confirm as she stood up from her seat and made her way past Helion to the court. Her body was trembling, though, and it was hard to find the right footing to seem less weak in front of them. In front of Rhys.

Hellion was already in front of her, blocking her shaking body. He stared at her, his face blank, but his eyes…

Sit down, they said. You don’t have to.

Shame bloomed across her cheeks. She looked weak, shaking in front of the night Court. Cauldron damn her, she promised she wouldn’t do this.

I have to. I must stay here and listen. Valeryth stared back at Helion, hoping that her determination would show though.

And it did. Helion heaved a quiet sigh and stepped aside, making it seem like he had got in her way for those brief seconds. Thesan was still with Rhysand and his court, still chatting—

“Valeryth,” said Rhysand, his voice as smooth as it was in Under the Mountain. Though, he was kinder, and not at all as pale as he was then. “You look…well.” It was concern, too, in his voice and eyes. He looked at her, for the longest time, it seemed. 

And all Valeryth could see was him, calming her down as she was whipped mindlessly by front of Amarantha. Him apologizing as she was bounded by the wings by Amarantha. He was there to numb her pride and screams in those times when she was humiliated in front of the Courts. To make her blind and deaf as Amrantha made Rysand cut of Valeryth’s twin’s wings off.

A guttural sob nearly left her mouth. She covered it with a cough, and stared down at the floor–at his feet as she bowed her head to him.

“Lord Rhysand,” she breathed out, this time looking up once more. No, she did not see the whore at Under the Mountain. Not a single drop of that hostility. But she kept his eye, hoped he saw that churning rage in her eyes—not of what he has done at Under the Mountain, but what he was hiding from them.

She knew Rhysand was not as other rumored him to be. He was cruel—but he had saved Valeryth plenty of times to prove he was not.

“I look forward to what you have to present us,” she finished as sincere as she could. She felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She would push through this meeting. So long as she heard the truth. Her eyes went to Feyre. “My greetings, Lady. Such an honor to stand with you after you saved us all.”

Feyre had nodded her head, though her eyes were trained on Rhysand as she said, “I did not see you Under the Mountain.”

A blunt question, tinted with hurt and a pinch of anger towards her mate.

Valeryth’s wings tighten together as she leveled herself. Her shoulders squared, and her back stiffened. She stared awhile at Rhysand—perhaps he did not tell his mate everything from under the mountain.

“I was hidden after Amarantha ordered to kill my brother,” she said numbly. She felt the presence of Thesan’s hand on her elbow. “Rhysand was able to convince a lot of people that I had killed myself.”

Rhysand opened his mouth—but, like a smart male, he kept it shut. She could almost hear the words that were about to come out of his mouth. Because you did try to kill yourself.

And who wouldn’t after they had found their brother’s mutilated body? Found their wings strung up on her cell walls as though it were decoration? Valeryth wouldn’t live without her brother–her beautiful, kind Daemon…

Introductions were made. The one that looked similar to Feyre was in fact her sister, Nesta. And the long-haired Illyrian’s name was Cassian. She shook their hands—

And, as though the dark were calling her just as it had that day she tried to kill herself, Valeryth looked past the blur of the others in her sight, she caught those hazel eyes of darkness and shadow and pain and rage.

It was as though she were looking into a mirror of her shredded self. And when she flickered her eyes to those scarred hands to shake, she had nearly jumped out of his grip in fear of revealing hers too.

He wore his scars like they were nothing. He did not hide them, not like how she did under the high-neck, long sleeved shirt she wore. He did not wear the sheer glove she wore to hide the metal sheen of her hand. 

And his name was Azriel. 

He looked at Valeryth as though she were a mystery as well as they shook hands, and sat across from each other at the table. They sat in silence, watching the other courts file in, the greetings in order: It was Dawn, Day, Winter, Night, Summer, Autumn, and then most shockingly, Spring. 

Valeryth couldn’t get his name out of her mind. 

Azriel, Azriel, Azriel, Azriel.

Beautiful silence he was.

The meeting had begun, and there were many snarky remarks. It was not long until a fight broke out–between Azriel and Eris. Valeryth caught on that the shadowsinger had devoted feelings for Morrigan after the exchange of words.

Valeryth decided that she would forget her attraction to the shadowsinger. She never wanted to be a mere lover to anyone–and she wouldn’t start one with him.

It was finally down to Rhysand, after a heated and very brutal verbal attack from Tamlin to Feyre.

“A lover’s quarrel should stay out of this,” Valeryth said loudly after Rhysand had shut Tamlin’s mouth. “I, for one, would not want to hear such intimate words while we speak about war.”

A grunt of agreement from Helion from beside her.

Valeryth stared at him, her eyebrows raised. He reached her gaze and looked expectantly at her. What? he seemed to say.

Says the sex-crazed High Lord, is what she wanted to say back.

Says the equally sex-crazed bastard who loves to fuck me, he teased back with his eyes.

Valeryth turned her face back to the High Lords and shook her head, a slight smile on her face. It was then, that she met her eyes with Rhysand once more.

He was in the middle of talking about his place with Amarantha. To protect his people. There were protests, and it wasn’t long until he paused at a certain part, and looked at Valeryth. Permission, was what he was asking for. 

With a steady breath, she felt a warmth crawl up her left hand--her metal hand. Thesan placed a hand on hers, his eyes wrecked with concern. No…no he does not know the full story of how she got out…

“I believe him,” Valeryth began with a steady voice. “Rhysand’s intentions are good, High Lords. He has saved me more than once Under the Mountain.”

A shocked look crosses Feyre, Morrigan, Cassian, and Azriel’s face. Nesta stared blankly, though. They were not told this…He had kept this secret…for her to tell…

“Val, are you sure?” said Thesan, his hand squeezing hers. He doesn’t want her to be vulnerable, not in front of Beron…or any of these courts

“There is no need to hide it, father,” said Valeryth. “They have all seen me hung up naked before their eyes.”

Rhysand’s eyes were sorrowful as he looked at her. She could see he was remembering what he did to protect her and her brother…

But...but she wasn’t ready to adress what happened to her. Not yet, not in front of the men that had seen her so vulnerable.

“The only thing they need to know is that Rhysand had saved me for years from myself. And being with his High Lady should prove his good intentions.”

Rhysand saw the hesitation...and he nodded at her in understanding. Valeryth shut her eyes, feeling the back of her throat burn. She failed herself...she could not bring her own humility up...

“War is upon us,” Rhysand declared. “I have no interest in wasting energy arguing amongst each other.”

And, as one exchange led to another by Beron and Eris—about the attire of Morrigan’s clothing—it was a full on brawl that happened in front of Valeryth’s eyes.

The quiet shadowsinger, Azriel, had stood up and shoot a sparking energy of blue towards Eris’s shield and tackled him to the floor. Valeryth was already on her feet, wings flared in warning as she stared at her father—his face taken aback by the abrupt attack.

Valeryth’s neck warned, a shield of gold—but her father had placed a warning hand on her arm. She backed down when the exchange between Feyre and Azriel was made—and the scene calmed.

Her wings fluttered in tense, stretching them once—revealing the long, white scar just on the bone. She had caught the gaze of the shadowsinger, his eyes softened at the scar.

Valeryth had tucked her wings tightly behind her, staring at him with a sort of mock appraisement. She was impressed by his power. Val sat down next to Helion once more, quickly turning her head away.

Helion smirked at her as he crossed his finely toned thigh, and said, “Looks like you owe me ten marks, Val.”

Val’s face loosened from its tenseness. “Wish I’d bet more marks that it would be Night Court.”

Though, the meeting went on, and Val was glad for it to finally be done. She was mildly disappointed with herself for not speaking about Rhysand’s well nature. Though, Val did have the honor of being present as Feyre revealed her abilities to everyone and swear to fight beside her.

She had managed to smile a little too, at Rhysand. He was sure lucky to have a mate like her. He had returned the smile, as if knowing that he was indeed lucky.

Though, she also realized that she was the only attendant left for both Kallias’s and Rhysand’s parties.

“That went well,” Rhysand said, “It would seem none of us won our bet other than Val.”

Azriel stared at the floor. “Sorry” was all he said.

Valeryth gave him a ruthless smile, crossing her hands over her chest. “Killer blast, though, loner. Kind of wish I was an Illyrian.” She did not get a reaction.

Rhysand had fitted his gaze to her—that same sorrow in his eyes.

“I never got the chance to give my condolences to your loss, Valeryth,” he said, voice grave. “I was too caught up—”

Valeryth shook her head, and glanced around the room. Too many prying eyes and ears.

“You’re a good person, Rhysand,” Val said, her voice strained. She gulped down her sadness. “Daemon would have been honored to fight this war. Perhaps…”

her voice trailed as she stared at Feyre. Oh...oh how she missed Daemon and his human mate…

Valeryth only shook her head, and told the parties to follow her to their rooms.

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