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lalachat · 6 months

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"And there you were..."

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Summary: You and Lucien decided to leave Rita's after discovering your mates kissing each other. With no reason to stay, Lucien offers you the comfort of his home and a glass of your favorite wine to help decompress the stress of both your mates. How could you say no?

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: usage of profanity, sexual tension growing between Lucien and y/n, some fluff bc why not, sharing a bed, potential grammar and spelling issues

Word Count: around 3,350

Chapter 2: "Scream my name..."

As you and Lucien walked out of Rita’s, neither of you had noticed two pairs of eyes lingering watching you both leave after they heard Rhys’ commotion questioning Mor into oblivion about what the hell was going on. Mor had almost smirked at the fact that all it took was for you and Lucien to leave together to make Az and Elain both glance at y’alls receding figures. If it weren't for Rhysand in her face, she well would have. Even as Rhys is trying to get her to talk, she could not wait to tell you the plan had worked! Even if it was just a glance, it was still something! Small progress is still progress, right? Oh, she wishes she could have Feyre paint their reactions to you two leaving because it was priceless. Maybe Mor would and give it to you for solstice? But for now, she has a very upset cousin to deal with.

You and Lucien stopped at a local market to grab snacks and your favorite wine for your impromptu evening at his apartment. As you walk out of the market towards his place, Lucien can’t help but to ask about Azriel.

“So... The shadowsinger is your mate huh?” Lucien asks while tucking his hands in his front pockets glancing to your face as he asked you his question.

“Yeah... When I first met Az, it was when Rhys had offered me a room to stay in for a night. Rhys and I had quite literally run into each other a moment prior. I was traveling through the night court and was so distracted by the beauty that I ended up running right into Rhysand. I had knocked his freshly bought paint that he was planning to give Feyre all over us. I felt so bad that I kept offering to pay him for the cost of the paint along with his clothes, but he kindly refused. I had no mental shields back then, so he easily saw I was a nomadic traveler that had no place to stay or wash up. He offered me a room in his home for a night and a training over mental shields as payment, and I kindly accepted. I hadn't had a nice place to stay in such a long time. But, little did I know it would not be my peace and that my mate lived in the home I was about to stay at.” you said as you walked in tandem with Lucien down the streets towards his apartment.

“Always so generous that high lord. And, I assume you know who my mate is then?”

“That he is. And yes, I do. If you don’t mind me asking, why doesn’t she want the bond?”

“The same reason your mate doesn’t see yours... She’s too busy being enamored by him to try and pursue or explore things with me.” He finds a rock on the pavement to kick along as you two walk. Lucien kicks it towards you.

“At least she knows you’re her mate.” you shrug, kick the rock back, and Lucien chuckles.

“You have a point, and Azriel would know if you would just tell him.”

“Yeah, but would it change anything between us? Probably not. It would most likely end up like you and Elain if I told him...” Lucien stops and goes silent for a moment. “No offense of course!”

“None taken. How did we even end up in this mess? You and I both having mates who do not reciprocate any kind of feelings toward us because they like each other is almost ironic.” He laughs at this situation you are both in.

“You know now that you're saying it out loud, it is quite ridiculous.” You giggle. For a moment you had completely forgotten about Azriel and Elain. Lucien once again, being so alluring that you forgotten what you had just seen at Rita’s.

Lucien glances at you and finally takes in your appearance. Your cheeks start to turn rosy at the sight of his eyes trailing over your body. Your dress still leaving little imagination for Lucien. Your body grows hot from the sudden attention.

“He’s absolutely dumb as rocks for not looking at you tonight, because you look ravishing.” and gives you a playful wink.

“Lucien you're just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Y/n I kid you not, I truly mean it. You are one of the most beautiful females I have ever seen!”

“Thank you Lucien, that means so much more to me than you will ever know,” as you look into his eyes and smile at him. He stares at you, smiles and dips his head to say you're welcome before continuing.

“Almost there, it is right around this corner.”

“Perfect, because I am freezing and in dire of more alcohol. I am too sober for all this emotional shit,” you say as Lucien laughs at your comment and you both turn the corner.

“And we're here! Home sweet home!”

You walk into his apartment and your senses are engulfed by the smell of cinnamon sticks, crisp apples, cedarwood, and roasted chestnuts. It felt like home. Everything in his apartment felt so warm and welcoming. You sat down the groceries you had gotten on the center table near the living room couch, and slowly took in his décor. You were surprised everything looked so coordinated. His apartment was filled with warm colors like reds, oranges, and yellows. It reminded you of your brief stay in the autumn court. You wondered if that’s why Lucien decorated it this way. Maybe he had found a sense of belonging in those colors. While you were taking in his apartment, you hadn’t noticed him grabbing you a change of clothes to wear along with a warm woolly blanket.

“Here, these are for you to change into, and this is for you when you get cold later because I know you,” Lucien handed you the clothes and sat the blanket down on the couch. “The bathroom is through the hall on your left! Let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay, thank you!”

You started walking to the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath your feet as you opened the door. You stepped inside and quietly shut the door. You could hear Lucien in the kitchen popping the bottle of wine and pouring you both glasses, but what you forgot to realize is how you were going to take this dress off. After Mor’s last minute dress change, you had to call Nuala and Cerridwen to help you into it. You had not thought about how you were going to get it off. You slightly began to panic. “It’s okay... you can do this. It’s just a dress, can't be that hard right?” You tried to maneuver your arms into reaching the back of your dress but to no avail, Mor had to pick the most complicated thing you have ever seen. She was right though, this dress did look hot as fuck on you. You struggled a few times more before huffing and giving up. So, you had to do what you had to do...

“LUCIEN, I NEED HELP!” You could practically hear him sprinting down the hall to get to you in the bathroom. Without thinking he pushes the door wide open.

“WHAT IS IT? Are you alright?” His face scans you for any kind of injuries but finds none. The only thing he finds is you still in that damn dress that drove him crazy. “Why are you not in the clothes I gave you?”

“First of all, I could have been indecent. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock! Secondly, you see, as a male you would not understand this predicament, but I cannot get my dress off by myself. I need help unfortunately... I swear this is all Mor’s fault!”

Cauldron boil him... “So, you mean to tell me, you screamed my name to help you with your dress because you cannot do it yourself?”

“Yes...” you can hear Lucien sigh.

“There are much better ways to scream my name y/n and you know that but for the sake that you are quite literally stuck in that dress, I’ll help you. Turn around.” Your face turns hot at his comment, and you swat at his arm.

“LUCIEN! This is not funny!” he can't help but chuckle at your flustered state.

“Okay, okay, you being stuck in a dress is not funny. Got it! Now stop being stubborn and turn around so I can help.”

“No, wait! You have to close your eyes!”

“Y/n, how am I supposed to help you with your dress if I cannot see? Besides you act like I haven't seen you naked.” Again, your face betrays you as your cheeks turn bright red at the thought. You huff.

“Fine, okay you can keep your eyes open but no funny business Mr. Vanserra. I am watching you!” Lucien chuckles at how flustered he had made you and he is living for it.

You slowly turn your back to him and lock eyes with him through the bathroom mirror. Lucien takes the back of his knuckles and traces them delicately down the skin of your spine, almost like if you were made of glass and that you'd break at the slightest touch. His hand radiates so much warmth you must stop yourself from letting out a couple of sighs. The entire time he does this his eyes do not leave from yours through the mirror. His hand finally reaches the back of your dress, and he looks away to start undoing the claps. Thank the mother because his stare was driving you crazy. Each clasp he undoes, he makes sure to take his sweet time on. He doesn't miss the way your skin crawls with goosebumps at the slightest touch of his hands against your back. Gods, you had missed his fiery touch. It had felt like forever since he last touched you.

You slowly felt the dress getting heavier with each clasp undone. You could tell Lucien was near the end when your dress had almost slipped off your chest threatening to expose your naked breasts to him. Luckily, Lucien was too preoccupied to have noticed you trying to regather it back up for coverage. You couldn’t help but to selfishly think about turning around to look at him as your dress falls to the floor. Heat slowly began to warm your lower abdomen. You had to clench your thighs together in hope of Lucien not catching your growing scent of arousal. What would Lucien do to you if you did that? Would he pin you against the sink and truly make you scream his name? Gods you wished. Just then you caught a whiff of your scent. Damn your mind and body for betraying you! You were so worried about Lucien this whole time, when you should've been worrying about yourself. However, you decide that this is probably not the time to be thinking about such lewd things after what happened with Az.

As he was on the last clasp, Lucien couldn’t help catching your lingering scent in the air. You were going to be the death of him. He kisses the newly exposed skin of your back as his scent starts to slightly change and mix in with yours. Your head fell back as your eyes closed in anticipation. His eyes had wandered back to the mirror to see your eyes shut reeling in his touch as he peppered kisses up and down your spine. He marveled at this moment for a brief second before unclasping the last clasp of your dress. Your eyes met his as the last clasp was undone, and you let your dress pool to the floor as a test of restraint. For you or him, you didn’t know which. He held you gaze for a moment, never looking away from your eyes, before ghosting his lips on the nape of your neck.

“All done...” he whispered as he slowly turned around, shut the door, and walked away back to the kitchen. Cruel wicked male.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and tried to recompose yourself. Gods would drinking more wine be safe anymore after what just happened? You sighed and you picked your dress up off the floor and folded it as nicely as you could. You grabbed the clothes Lucien had given you to change into and started putting them on. Immediately you are swallowed by the musk of Lucien's clothes. It is almost overwhelming if it weren’t for the fact that you loved the smell of the autumn court male.

You laughed at yourself in the mirror as you looked and saw his t hanging so loose on you, it was practically a dress. But let's be honest, you loved it. You slowly opened the bathroom door and made your way out with your former dress folded nicely in your hands. You sat your dress down on the table and turned towards Lucien with a smile.

“So... how do I look?” and give him a twirl. Lucien looks at you and smiles. Gods, you looked even better in his clothes than in that dress but he wasn’t about to give in that easily.

“Like a little boy.” Lucien said with a playful gleam in his eyes.

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!” as you shake a finger at his face. He laughs.

“Fine... You look like a very cute little boy!” he says grinning from ear to ear loving the effects his teasing was having on you tonight. You instead stick out your tongue and give him that all too well known finger gesture. He is practically hurled over in laughter, but you just huff and plop yourself on his couch.

“Be useful and get this “cute little boy” more wine! I'm definitely too sober now.” He laughs again and it warms your chest. You cant help but to grin back.

“Are you sure you can drink wine? You look a little young to be drinking such adult drinks” as he grabs the wine glasses along with the bottle for refills later.

“LUCIEN, I WILL STRANGLE YOU IF I HEAR ONE MORE LITTLE BOY JOKE!”

“Okay, okay. Here’s your wine doll.” He hands you your glass with a smile, “You actually look even more beautiful now that you’re in my clothes.” As he sends you a wink before sipping some of his wine.

“Thank you...” you smile as you take a sip from your own glass.

“So, other than your mate being an enigma to you, what else has happened since I saw you last?” you both get comfy on the couch and sip on your wine.

You had failed to realize how long you and Lucien were apart. You told him about your travels through all the different courts, and he told you about his part in the war along with how he became a part of the night court. You both sat there and exchanged every story you could possibly think of, trying to catch up on every moment you missed together. Soon the stories turn into giggling. Neither of you could hold it together as one of you would say something slurred and the other could cry out in laughter. It was the wine-speaking now, but neither of you had minded. You both had forgotten what it was like to be in each other's presence. It was nice to rekindle old flames with your friend, but you had to be careful. Recatching old feelings would not be good for you with this whole Azriel situation. You looked out the corner of your eye to see Lucien trying to fight off a yawn.

“Oh, don't tell me my lil fox boy has grown tired of me?” as you slightly pinch his cheeks. He grins as he sees you also fighting off your own tiredness.

“Mmmm seems like my yawns are contagious then, because I could’ve sworn I saw you do one just now.” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, maybe I did. All this catching up and wine drinking has made me sleepy.” You decide to grab the blanket Lucien sat on the couch for you earlier this evening.

“I don’t blame you... Now if you excuse me, I am going to go change into something more comfortable, these clothes are killing me, and then we will call it a night.” he says as he sticks a finger in his collared shirt to loosen the neck and walks off still in the clothes he wore at Rita’s. You chuckle at his figure walking down the hallway to what you would assume to be his room. You don’t know how long he was in there, but you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes were too heavy, and you were too drunk to stop your movements down the hallway towards where Lucien disappeared. You find the door he dipped into and see it is cracked a smidge. You decide to knock, unlike Lucien earlier.

“Hey Lu? Can I come in?” No answer. “Lucien I’m really tired and I don’t know where you want me to sleep...” you slowly push the door open but put too much weight on it and tumble forward into his room. Unlike your knocking, Lucien heard you tumble and was at your side to catch you in a heartbeat. You let out a laugh. “Oh, I'm too drunk for this shit... I'm sorry, I only came here too-” you look up to see him in gray sweat pants, hair loose, and no shirt. Mother blessed this man too much! Oh fuck. Get me out of here.

“Y/n, you were saying something?” He looks down at you with mischief in his eyes knowing you couldn’t keep yours off his bare chest and gray sweatpants. Your eyes blink rapidly, and you shake your head trying to get that image out your mind but its seared its way in.

“Oh yes. I was just- um, why did I- OH! Where do you want me to sleep? I’m like minutes away from passing out on the damn floor!” Lucien laughs.

“You can sleep in here, and I can stay on the couch for tonight. Is that alright?”

“This is your bed and home Lucien. I can't let you sleep on the couch as I take your bed... it just feels wrong. I'll take the couch and you can keep your bed for tonight.” you say as you turn around to head back into the living room before you feel Lucien's hand around your waist stopping you.

“Y/n I swear to the mother, do not be stubborn and take the damn bed please. It’s too late for this, I promise you it’s okay! I insist.”

“I guess old habits never die. Always trying to get me in your bed Lu.” you smirk as you crawl in and wrap up in his silk auburn sheets. You thought his house and clothes smelled nice, but his sheets, his sheets were heavenly. You almost fell asleep then and there because it was so calming. Lucien walks over to you and kisses you on the forehead.

“Goodnight doll, I am truly sorry for your mates behavior tonight. Sleep well...” He turns around, turns out the lights, and is about to walk out the door but hesitates as he hears you say--

“Lucien wait-”

“Yes?”

“We’re both adults here, right?”

“Well one of us looks like a little boy, but yes. Why?” Lucien replied. You rolled your eyes at his playful remark from earlier.

“Adults can share a bed, and nothing has to happen.”

“Y/n are you saying you want me to sleep next to you?”

“Yes, I am. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” you sigh.

“Always so persuasive... scoot over.” You open the sheets and scoot over in the bed to make room for Lucien. You feel the bed dip down as he crawls in. You both lay there for a moment reeling in that you two are sharing a bed again. The only difference is now the lingering heartbreak you both feel from your mates. You turn around to face Lucien and ask-

“Can I lay on your chest?” He doesn’t verbally respond but wraps his hands around your waist and softly pulls you closer to him. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, and look up at his face. You tuck a couple of stray hairs that had fallen in his face and tuck them behind his ears and say, “Thank you for tonight, Lucien. Elain is so lucky to have you, she just doesn’t know it yet.”

“Thank you doll, neither does Azriel. Now let's get some much needed rest. Goodnight,” said Lucien.

“Goodnight Lu,” as you rest your hand on his bare chest next to your head and you feel Lucien's arms tighten around you. You can't help but to feel so at peace in his presence, and neither can he, as you both fell asleep holding each other all night.

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miraakulous-cloud-district · 1 year

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For the ask game! 🥰

ways your muse says i love you

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

something your muse could never forgive.

For both Ravonna and Max!!! 💖

Thank you so much, dear!

The answers are from this ask game!

Ways your muse says I love you

Ravvy: She has lots of love to give! Surrounded by nothing but love in the fellowship, she’ll tease the hell out of them. Banter is a great way for her to show her love. Quality time is big for her as well. She’ll just stand beside Inigo while he draws, looking as he gives the portraits life, sing and dance and bicker with Rumarin, or just accompany Lucien or Marcurio when they’re being the scholarly imperials that they are and read. She even reads to the fellowship tales from her journal at night, or make some stories up from scratch to keep them entertained; and she adores when the fellowship get creative and add stuff to the made-up story! She’ll ALWAYS jump in and protect her loved ones, as well. Dear Ravvy keeps counting them in dungeons to make sure no one is left behind too! And if someone’s lucky enough, she might even write songs about them! As for the romantic love... idk if I should say it here or let it show in my fic hahaha! Essentially it’s the same as her platonic love, but she’s more aggressive and passionate with it. She is extremely confused, and will swear a lot. Stuff like “Fuck you! I AM SO ANGRY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” and “Stop looking at me, I’m gonna kiss you!” I haven’t got the chance to write her being in love yet, but I think this is the direction I’m going with. Of course, she’ll have her moments of gentleness, but she will forever deny it. OH AND SERENADES!! SO. MANY. SERENADES!

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE HUGE BLOCK OF TEXT INCOMING, IT'S ‘MISSING DRAGON AGE AND MAX’ HOURS

Max: he was mostly used to do acts of service to the people he loves. That is, until one night, after defeating a dragon and barely surviving, he was having drinks with The Iron Bull and his chargers. Naturally, as Max has very low alcohol tolerance, two tankards were enough for him to be all dizzy. They talked and they laughed until Max remembered that he is *still* the leader of the Inquisition and that tomorrow morning he will have a multitude of things to take care of: more planning and missions at the war table, dealing with the red lyrium problem, Skyhold reparations among others. So he decided to go to his chambers and call it a night, but Bull had to make sure his boss doesn't trip on the stairs, so he just carried him there, like he weighted nothing to him, because it’s The Iron Bull and Max really weighs nothing to him :)). He placed Max on his bed and told him good night, but in reply, Max just said 'Thanks. Love ya!' -> this random thing said in a drunken haze was the changing point for him. He realized how easy it is. And just how true it is that he loves all of them. And each companion's reaction was priceless, too! He started telling Leliana "I love you, and tell them I love them, too!" whenever she had updates from her spies leaving her speechless but with a smile that she didn't think she could have anymore. He'd pass by Cullen's office and while Cullen is always working and formal: "What is it, Inquisitor?" "Oh, nothing. Just passing by to say that I love you and I appreciate everything you do for the Inquisition." While patting his shoulder and running off, leaving him with hope and a warm, tingly feeling in his heart. He'd blurt it out to Solas after he'd tell Max all about his adventures in the fade, leaving him confused, but amazed by humanity in general, with all it’s chaos. He'd tell it to Cassandra and make her cry and give him a tight hug, to Cole, making him feel so many things that it overwhelms him, marking the fact that he will never forget this, to Varric, earning a "you're just saying this so you'd be in my book? Haha! Just kidding, I love you too.", to Vivienne, earning a heartfelt conversation about how he is "her most cherished, dearest, unexpected friend!", to Josephine, who is still showering him in gifts and flower baskets ever since, to Blackwall, who let himself cry and be vulnerable for the first time in forever when he heard those words, to Sera, who was in denial at first, but then she told everyone that Max is her best friend and started stealing everything he may like from Skyhold to give it to him and baking him heart-shaped, smiley-faced cookies. Of course, it took a bit more time to work up the courage to tell Dorian, because that's a different kind of love, but after a mild fight that started because Dorian felt betrayed after everyone was talking about how "Max just told me he loves me", but it's all good. Max told him exactly why he did that "It's because I ... love you more! I feel like 'love' is not enough, you know?" Of course, Dorian couldn’t stay mad for long after that.

2. The thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep -> this actually depends on the stuff that they are going through in their stories, but essentially, they're both trying their damn hardest not to overthink.

Ravvonna: she tries not to think at all, because she would very much like to fall asleep immediately, thank you. But if sleep doesn't claim her soon, she preoccupies her mind with the current song that she is working on. Buuuut sometimes random thoughts like "do mudcrabs have a monetary system in sea shells" and "skeevers could literally run a whole mafia under riften" enter her mind and she gets too into it and now she can't sleep. Her nostalgic part is trying to replay the fondest memories from childhood, but that hurts now, and she wants to live in the present and would rather think about the mudcrabs and skeevers. Of course, there is always that voice in the back of her head, ever since she found out that she is Dovahkiin, the voice that tells her that she is going to die, and that she doesn't know how much time she has until the fight with Alduin, so maybe she should cherish the little time she has left and not sleep. It's a paradox: she wants to cherish whatever is left of her life to the max and always spend time with her loved ones, but she needs sleep and when she is tired, she wants sleep, too. This is essentially the headcanon that she thinks she is going to die in the fight with Alduin, going all kamikaze in order to save the world

Max: overthinking everything, from the way he handled a war table mission to the way he said 'hi' to the kitchen lady earlier. He is constantly doubting himself whether he did the right decisions or not. Leadership is very hard for him and his biggest fear is failing the people who believe in him. He is a very restless sleeper and I genuinely believe this man has not had a good night's sleep in a long, looooong time. After getting with Dorian, doubt enters the combination of wonderful intrusive thoughts as well! All of the 'I'm not good enough for him' and 'he is going to leave me' and 'maybe he is just faking it' making him stir in bed until he can no longer stand still, getting out of bed and pacing around the room or standing in the balcony. Dorian is always there to comfort and console him, and he will always be by Max’s side, despite what he thinks.

3. Something your muse could never forgive

Ravonna: saving the world is a big thing for Ravvy. Jeopardizing that prophecy to protect her is something that she won’t take lightly. For her, it is terrifying, but it is also an honor to be the one carrying the prophecy of saving the world. That and working with assassins. She will never understand it and will always condemn it.

Max: betraying his trust. It happened so many times, but the last time it happened it was one of his best friends and it made him feel completely hopeless, defenseless and dreadful. Never again, even though he wants with all his heart to forgive him. And maybe he will. We’ll see when Dragon Age 4 comes out :)))

#ask game #oc: ravonna #oc: max trevelyan

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peach-the-owl · 3 years

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Hi! Hope you are having a great month! If possible can I make a request with a Godling (Godlings from The Witcher) Reader who travel with the Mighty Nein. How would having such a 'powerful' being (child-like) effect their relationship. Also, just as a guilty pleasure how would Lucien react to them-knowing their 'other' self raised/cared for them?

Since there isn’t much seen about godlings a few things will probably be a little more on the headcanon-y side of what I think they’re capable of. Hope you all enjoy regardless 😁

Godlings

Mighty Nein & Godling!Reader

Jester

Her childlike nature was what originally drew your attention to her, enjoying the little pranks she’d pull on unsuspecting folks you watched from a distance at first but drew in curiouser by the day. You were first discovered by the archfey that lingered near her who also liked to stay hidden, making a few rude comments when he practically shoved you into the open for her to see. When you got to know her better, you and Jester spent a lot of time singing songs together or causing absolute chaos, although you certainly were no follower to the "Traveler" and didn’t plan on it anytime soon. You were her new secret friend, always hiding yourself when another member of her party would come along. When you grew comfortable enough you finally decided you would join your friend on her adventures, much to Jester's delight. Everyone else was surprised by your sudden presence in the group, little was known to them about godlings aside from normally living in burrows, you argued that you were just a bird of a different feather.

Nott/Veth

The goblin reeked of an old crone's curse, you making that statement very clear when you hobble out of your burrow, scaring a few people in the group which you appropriately laughed at. At first they thought you could help break the curse on Nott, and while you did have means of breaking curses, this one in particular was cleverly crafted making it near impossible to break aside from the crone who placed it. You agreed to help them locate the witch seeing as you had nothing better to do and they promised food. Nott found you to be quite adorable with those big eyes and tended to be very motherly around you, now you could argue that you were much older then her but you weren’t going to pass up on this kind of free affection. When the curse was lifted you still decided to stick around wanting to see what all this trouble had been about. Newly freed from her curse, Veth still acted as a motherly figure towards you as she had before, and honestly you rather liked it sticking with her and blessing that good life be given to her family.

Caleb

Godlings were secretive and shy by nature yet kind and helpful so long as you gain their trust or you’ve peaked their interest, and Caleb was a very interesting man to you being almost as secretive as you were. When you made your presence known he was shocked to see such a rare being of once presumable myth approach him, but he also didn’t want to lose an opportunity to learn about your kind in more detail. You made a deal, you'd come along with him and he'd get to know everything he wanted about your kind so long as you got to learn more about him and play with the friendly little kitty he had with him. You were a lot more mature then Caleb expected hearing how godlings normally enjoy mischief and merriment, you told him you did like doing all those things but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be serious too. He learned more about you just by watching you interact with everything around you over you simply telling him different facts about yourself, and grew to really appreciate you more because of it. You grew appreciation and learned a lot about him through his interactions too, the stories he told did help some for context on certain things but you much preferred this visual over verbal learning.

Caduceus

You'd been a guardian for the Clay family and their home for generations, providing protection and care where you could, being given food and tools for your burrow as thanks by them. They were respectable folk, caring for the nature of the woods as much as you did. When the strange blight started plaguing your wooded home you did everything in your power to help push it back, but there was something unnatural about it that even you couldn’t hold it off forever. It got so bad that it overtook your burrow, forcing you out, thankfully the Clays were happy to house you, so while most of them left in search of a cure you stayed back with Caduceus still doing what you could to try taming or at least keeping back the plague. When adventurers came along you acted on the defence at first, being calmed by Caduceus to get a better grip of the situation. They were all surprised to see such a rare and normally secretive being like yourself be so comfortable and open once you'd dropped the defensive act, even more so when you asked if you could join them on their travels. Your home needed help, but it certainly wasn’t going to get any if you just sat there and did nothing, you managed to slow the growth of the strange blight hoping it’ll grant enough time for you to locate the cure you needed.

Fjord

Godlings were known to live in more wooded or boggy areas so finding one living by the sea was a rarer sight then your kind themselves were. You liked the sounds of the waves they were calming and you had many pretty seashells to do with as you wished. When you first met Fjord it was because he mistook your sandy burrow as an animals den, boy was he wrong and the reaction he had when you popped out scaring the daylights out of him was priceless. You smelled great opportunity for mischief from this, popping out of nowhere to scare the poor half-orc when he least expected it until one time when you had you realized the ship you snuck onto to scare him was now sailing across the sea, meaning you were now stuck here. Sure you knew how to swim but you had limits to yourself and would never be able to find your way back to shore. With less places to hide you were almost forced to interact with the crew, which Fjord learned made you rather uncomfortable but since you didn’t mind his presence he decided to pull you off to the side and have a privet conversation. Through this conversation you learned a little more about Fjord and started to grow respect for the guy, promising to stop scaring him so much, but not completely give up on it much to his dismay.

Beau

The Cobalt Soul had research on all sorts of creatures and different species that lived throughout all of Exandria, one of the few things they had little to no information on however were the rare and elusive creatures called godlings. They were beings said to have great power but were usual docile unless provoked, they were so rare some thought them to be only creatures of myth. Beau herself used to think nothing much of them until they were assigned to investigate a home that was "haunted" where she met you. Seeing your big bright eyes and pale blue skin was enough for her to see that you were in fact no myth but the real deal. Itching to get more information and payment for ridding the house of its "ghost" problem Beau was determined to befriend you, problem was she could be a bit aggressive and you were a bit more shy then she’d like. However with enough time and patients she was eventually able to lure you out and convince you to leave the home, promising if you came with her she’d be all the protection you’d need. You still didn’t fully trust her but you liked her confident attitude and her more childish side when she was willing to show it.

Yasha

Big, tough and silent, to you the woman was very intimidating, but she was picking the flowers all wrong so you’d have to suck it up and confront her about it. You march your way over to her and freeze when she turns to look at you, she looked confused by your appearance perhaps she didn’t know what you were but what did that matter right now. You start to scold her over her flower picking and to your surprise she apologizes, offering you one as a sorry, you puff out your cheeks and decline telling her that it was sloppily picked, and if she really wanted to say sorry she’d need to learn how to pluck flowers properly next time. To make sure she wouldn’t ruin the poor flowers again you show her the proper procedure to plucking them, when you were done she offered you a daisy, this one having been picked properly you accept and watch as she leaves. You lived life as normal only to one day see the same woman had returned she looked saddened as she plucked up some flowers, you carefully make your way over seeing she was using the technique you taught her. You sit in front of her and just watch until she finally notices you, you first saw recognition for in her eyes, guess she remembered you, but past that you could see pain, like she’d just lost someone important to her. Now that you thought about it she had a similar look to herself when you first met but this was different, it was recent. You pluck up and offer her a forget-me-not which she slowly takes from you and stores away into a little book, the two of you sit there in a silence of understanding before she eventually leaves again, you never even knew her name.

Molly

He discovered you on accident when the circus set up their show tent right over your burrow and you relentlessly caused problems for them. He felt bad for ruining your home so he asked if you’d like to come run away with the circus instead. You were hesitant at first, but his childish nature was oddly alluring and you’d fit right in with all the other crazy colourful characters so you figured why not. He didn’t quite know what you were and he didn’t really care, the two of you enjoying yourselves and causing mischief wherever you went. When the circus disbanded you were saddened because this was now the second home you lost although this group of adventurers were quite the delight in and of themselves. Still all good things come to an end, and losing Molly was the last straw, not only did these Iron Shepherds take away your friend but they kidnapped innocents and one of them actually ate children. All this infuriated you, and once those who had been enslaved were free people saw just how terrifyingly powerful an angered godling could be when the Sour Nest was reduced to nothing but rubble in the blink of an eye.

Bonus:

Lucien

He was almost jealous that the imposter inhabiting his body at the time had befriended such a powerful and mysterious creature. Knowledge on your kind was almost nonexistent, even the Somnovem had little information, this furthered Lucien’s curiosity and uncertainty. He knew his limits but not yours and from what he’d heard this group you were with talk about you could turn from docile to very dangerous if pushed the wrong way. This could spell bad news for his plans if what they said was true, but could also be a useful asset if on his side. Now all he had to do was figure out how to regain your favour…

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cameoamalthea · 3 years

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I really wish Liam had just dropped his pants, opened the door to the mansion and said “we’re trying to have some privacy so we can fuck without you watching. I would have fucked you, but I don’t know you anymore. So can you please give us some privacy?”

Because the leave us alone we’re Polyarmorous bit was great in C1 and Luciens reaction would have been so priceless.

#liam obrien #caleb widowgast #critical role

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romanparrishlynch · 5 years

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For the first time

Chapter 5

His siren was insistent.

Azriel reluctantly left his bed and walked to the door.

Duck his siren said as soon as he opened his door.

' duck? What do you mean duck? '

Duck

A stream of fire headed straight for him and he barely had enough time to dodge it. The next one headed for him almost immediately and before he could duck, it caught him in the gut. Pain laced through his body. His siren manically laughed in his head. Azriel swore and slammed the door close. He tried to sense what attacked him. There was no scent nor a presence. Whatever attacked him was cloaked.

You're pathetic his siren voiced.

'And you're really helpful'

He closed his eyes and tried to sense the intruder again. There was a crash and the door shuddered from the impact. A second later it was ripped clear off the hinges.

Azriel could see the outline of something larger than six foot and wings billowing behind. Definitely not a witch.

"Which circle of hell did you crawl out of? " Azriel muttered.

It was a demon Azriel was sure now . It walked into his house as if there were no wards. Azriel stared into the firey red eyes of the demon. It was a seven foot tall nightmare. Vaguely humanoid. Expect for the wings. Azriel didn't know if the wings were functional or merely a show. He hoped it was the latter. It's hide seemed thick. Any physical attack wouldn't do him much good. He sunk his power into the demon's mind. The demon staggered a few steps and grimaced.It shook it's head as if flinging off his power.

He tried to stare down the demon.

Two seconds passed and the demon took a running start.

Shit shit Shit.

Azriel ran to the kitchen and threw a knife at the demon. The knife hit the demon square in the chest and fell to the floor with a clang. He threw another knife and the demon caught it. Oh well . Azriel smirked at the challenge. He ran straight towards the demon and it threw a punch straight at him. Even from the distance, that fist looked like it could smash him. He dodged and went straight for its head. Perfect. He locked his hands around it's head and slammed his full power into it. The demons grip tightened and went lax. He jumped to his feet and thought about what to do.

You ruined all the fun. It's not often you get to fight a demon. Not fair. The demon could have lasted for another hour his siren whined.

Azriel sighed and took a pan form the kitchen and hit the demon until the pan dented, while his siren cackled.

" This one's for the door " Azriel said as he hit the demon for one last time.

Azriel dematerielized along with the demon to amren's house. He landed just in front of the coffee table and saw his friends sitting around it. He heard the satisfying sound of glass shattering and concluded that the demon had arrived. Unconscious though. The shock on his friends faces made it worth it. After all he had a reputation to uphold.

" I had a visitor " Azriel said.

Amren recovered first and sneered at azriel " You broke the damn table. Was that really necessary? "

" Maybe " Azriel replied.

" What the hell is that? " Rhys asked " it's a demon obviously " amren answered.

" It looks ugly " Cassian said with a scrunched nose " it smells even worse" cassian made a gagging noise.

" You can smell it? " azriel enquired. " oh my god azriel , what do you mean can you smell it? It smells rotten. You can smell it from a mile away" Cassian asked incredulously. He could also see the others scrunching up their noses. " It was probably cloaked " Azriel said as he tried to figure out why he couldn't smell it.

" Demons can't cloak their powers or their presence. It didn't try to kill you?" amren asked " Well it did throw balls of fire at me. But other than that it didn't seem all that excited about killing me. It just stood there, like it was stalling. " Azriel shrugged. He hadn't encountered many demons to know about their behaviours. Demons this caliber was rare.

" we need somewhere to store this thing " Azriel mused.

"Dibs " cassian called out.

" What the hell are you gonna do with that? " mor seemed outrageous .

" You seem way too excited about a demon" rhys commented.

" is it dead?" cassian asked .

" No" Azriel answered.

" Sweet " cassian said with a manic grin which earned him disgusted looks from amren and rhys . Mor looked at cassian like he had grown horns.

" Amren do you know anything about it? " rhys asked pushing the demon with his foot.

Amren who already was prodding the demon answered " It's a gaki demon. Second hierarchy. Very Powerful. Whoever summoned it must've been more powerful than the demon so as to control it. These things are hard to summon and tricky to deal with. "

" Just what are we dealing with? A witch? " Rhys asks staring accusingly at amren.

" What are you implying rhysand ? I'm not the only witch in velaris that can do this. If you think only witches can summon demon , then you are wrong. "

" Do you know anyone powerful enough to Summon this demon? " Azriel asked.

"I know a total of three powerful people who can summon this demon within this town and none of them are stupid enough to do this " amren said .

Not three but four . Why do they always leave us out of it. His siren crooned.

" Let's have a conclave meet" Rhys said.

" Why? " Azriel asked

" Because a gaku demon just attacked you. In your own damn house. The place where we usually have a conclave meet. So yeah we do need to have a conclave meet. Can we do the meet at my place this time? " cassian asked excited at the prospect of hosting a conclave meeting. Azriel would never understand why cass wanted to put that many hostile creatures in his house. Probably the werewolf thought it was fun.

" First of all it's a gaki demon. Not gaku. Second, we have the meet at my house because I'm a neutral party. You are not exactly neutral " Azriel said.

" How am I not neutral? " cass said, feining hurt.

" Do you really wanna let beron in your territory? " Azriel grasped at the only thing that came to his mind. Even he wasn't all that excited to have beron at his place.

" Well you got me there " cassian nodded thoughtfully.

" We can have it at the Gemini, they have a soundproof room at the back which is big enough. " azriel suggested. The Gemini was a bar, owned by nuala and cerridwen, it was usually quiet during the day .

" How do you know they have a back room which happens to be soundproofed?" Cassian asked.

" Any other questions?" Azriel continued over cassian as if he hadn't spoken.

" Isn't it too open?" Rhys wondered aloud .

" Maybe then you'll try to be civil" Azriel shrugged. -------------------------------------

Azriel and cassian dragged the demon to amren's dungeon.

"I can't believe she didn't tell us about the dungeon " Cassian remarked .

The cage, that cassian liked to call a dungeon was located in amren's basement. Azriel noticed the bars were made of iron. They put the demon in and locked it.

" You are staying at my place tonight " cassian said to him .

"I don't need a babysitter . I'm more than capable of protecting myself"

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Azriel pushed open the door and quickly shut it behind him. He walked in and saw everyone was present expect beron. Apparently beron had more pressing matters to attend to. In his stead, Eris had come and was glaring at Lucien with a scowl . Lucien did his best to pretend like his brother did not exist. He took the seat next to Rhys.

"Finally. Now that everyone's here, let's cut the chase, yesterday there was a demon attack in the siren's territory " Amren said flatly.

Azriel had to admit that their reaction was priceless. Tarquin had look of disbelief. Eris had a face that said ' That concerns me how '. Thesan seemed doubtful. While Helion was looking at azriel with concern.

" Hence the new venue. It was a gaki demon. We know neither it's intention nor it's origin. " Rhys started "I think whoever's behind this might be targeting the alphas. Azriel barely survived the attack---"

A startled noise left azriel's mouth as he stared at rhys in disbelief. A laugh broke out from cassian.

" Where is the proof ?" Eris asks .

"We have no proof. We have no proof that the demon exist. Hypothetically, if the demon did exist, we can't be sure that it was targeting the alphas. For all we know, he had done something to piss off that demon before. " Thesan said . Cassian threw a stack of photos on the table.

" Is this the same demon that killed tamlin? "

" This proves nothing. " Eris said, not even bothering to look at the pictures. Azriel wanted to pummel him. He refrained himself. His siren gave him mental picture of how satisfying that would be .

" Why are you even here? " Cass asked Eris. To which Eris shrugged. They argued some more which Azriel tuned out. He decided it was not worth his while. His siren seemed to agree. Cassian was in a heated argument with Eris and Lucien. Azriel thought he should intervene. They were getting too loud. Azriel opened his mouth to say something. But decided to leave them to their own devices. Azriel wondered what Elain would be doing right now.

You could call and ask her his siren said.

He decided to text her. He pulled his phone out and sent a text to Elain's number which got from cassian.

'Hello' Azriel couldn't remember the last time he texted anyone.

Sure Cassian had texted him a lot of times but Azriel never replied. Probably because his powers didn't work through text. Now Azriel wondered if she knew his number.

He sent ' it's azriel ' just in case. He checked if his phone was on silent. It was. So he put it back in his pockets.He noticed the curious glances rhys kept sending him. But neither he not rhys voiced anything. Cassian and Eris were still going at it. He noticed tarquin was conversing with Thesan.

"Can we leave now? " Azriel asked rhys, his voice was low but when you were in a room full of vampire and shape shifters it's hard not to be heard.

"You were attacked in your own territory but you don't seem so concerned about it? It makes one wonder why." kallias asked with a questioning stare, speaking up for the first time.

" Is that question or an accusation? " Azriel wanted to be clear before he started throwing punches.

" What if it was? " Eris challenged him with his gaze. Azriel was more than ready to meet it. The demon didn't prove much of a fight. His siren was practically begging for some chaos. Eight pair of eyes turned to look at him. He could see the outrage on Cass's and Rhys's eyes. Azriel knew they would defend him if it comes to that but they would let him fight his own battles. Besides the question was directed at him.

Azriel laughed. Because he really found it hilarious. His siren wanted out and for once he didn't object. " Do not forget that I'm older and more powerful than you. Besides I had you in my territory for more than two centuries now and if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it ages ago." Azriel knew this wouldn't ease their minds but he didn't care. He had to give it to Eris because he held his stare even though even though he knew he was no match for Azriel. But Azriel could see the fear in his eyes.

" Az" Rhys said it casually but it had hint of urgency to it. Azriel realized he was practically glowing white. Of course his siren had gone the extra mile. He knew without a doubt his eyes had gone white. His hands grew scales and claws. He hadn't fully shifted . He had only done this twice and it was long time ago. Azriel looked at Eris and saw that there wasn't going to be a fight. Azriel smothered his siren's request. At this rate, his siren would probably kill someone just to prove it's power . He had grown tired of their alpha bullshit nonsense a long while ago. He noticed everyone was on the edge waiting for his next move.

" I'm out " Azriel said and made to leave .

" Maybe you might wanna wait till you stop , you know....." Rhys trailed off, giving him a knowing glance.

" I agree . I do not want to walk into an orgy on the way out . As amusing as that would be. Humans are still loitering around. " helion suggested with a wink. At this cassian howled with laughter as rhys said " I thought you'd be interested in that " Azriel looked around and then at himself . The glow has reduced and the scales retracted. The tension in the room turned down a notch. The alphas began to leave the room.

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Azriel stared at the demon face. Amren's basement was poorly lit. He had to squint. It did look like a dungeon.

" Here we go " amren said as she lifted the sleeping curse. The demon groaned. Azriel looked at it and it stared back.

The eyes. Azriel knew that there was something wrong with the eyes. He expected rage. Gaki demons were violent . The eyes were blank . The silence beside him indicated that amren thought the same thing. The eyes might be the demon's but the one looking through those was something else. The demon smirked as it's skin started glowing and cracks formed emitting fire. Before azriel could figure out what was happening it burst from the inside out.

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Sorry for the late updates

If you are still reading this , thank you so much. ♥️♥️♥️

#for the first time #chapter 5 #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #azriel #elain x azriel #azriel fanfic #elain and azriel #rhysand #cassian #supernatural

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starrynightofcontradictions · 6 years

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A Court of Frost and Starlight:A Review

I’ve never been particularly active on here apart from reblogging stuff, but I recently decided to change that.

Furthermore, I am no longer in the pits of finals hell, so I thought I’d post my acofas review.

That being said, most everything I have to say about acofas has probably been said, but I don’t care. The short version: I LOVED IT!!!

The Long Version:

I know a lot of people like to nit-pick and analyze (I am occasionally one of them), but I can honestly say there wasn’t much about acofas that I didn’t like. Here are some highlights that have and have not been mentioned.

P.S. Please ignore my sub standard grammar. English is my first language, but I’m lazy at the moment.

The Hug between Cassian and Rhys – Pg. 21

I am totally here for friendship and showing affection between men (males, in this case). One of the things I loved seeing in acofas was more friendship between Cassian/Azriel/Rhys. Everything from the hug to the snowball fight was straight up adorable!

Feyre as High Lady

I love that we see Feyre sharing responsibilities with Rhys, but I also like that she’s earning her position with the people. In a lot of cases (the Illyrians, the Court of Nightmares) Rhys holds his position out of brute force. This probably has to do with the culture of violence. While I love Rhys, I’m glad Feyre doesn’t employ similar methods. She has high responsibilities, but she’s not above getting down and dirty and proving to the people she’s there to help, rather than lord over them. On a side note- I think if Tamlin wants to come back from the place he is in, he’s going to have to do the same. Start from the bottom.

Rhys calling Tamlin out

Okay, so there has been of A LOT debate over Rhys and how he treated Tamlin. First of all, I think he could have been more civil with Tamlin. He could have kept it mainly politics, or he could have not mentioned their shared history at all. I do think he was a bit out of line. That being said, I am glad he acted as he did and here’s why: I think healthy character flaws are a good thing. I’m not talking about being expected to applaud a character who is clearly a jackass. I’m talking about Rhys letting his heart drive his head when it comes to the people he loves. In some cases, this can be a good thing. He’s willing to sacrifice everything for his court, which is the mark of a good leader (most of the time). However, Rhys can be a bit of a douche when it comes to people who have hurt Feyre. He’s biased-it’s understandable, but it can cause issues. The thing is, I don’t want to Rhys, or any character, to be perfect and neither should anyone else. I can’t stand it when a complex character falls in love and turns into an angel of fluff and adoration with the character complexity of a powdered donut. I think Rhys occasionally rides that fence and I was glad to see him show character flaws. The same goes with Feyre. As much as I love her, I was glad when Lucien called her out.

Elain’s gift to Azriel

Whether their relationship is romance or purely friendship, I loved this scene! Not just because of Azriel’s reaction (which was priceless), but because it added depth to Elain as a character. As far as Elain goes her character was pretty one-dimensional up to acowar. I think we can now add “sense of humor” to the list. She was either joking around (more likely) or being innocent and either way it’s adorable.

Mor’s POV

I’ll say it right here: after Mor’s POV I wanted to cry. That poor girl has been through it. She needs her own book. She also needs to ride into the Court of Nightmares on the back of one of her horses and bust some stuff the hell up. I figured that dark thing in the woods around the ending was probably Bryaxis, and now I want a scene where she and Feyre managed to rangle it back into the library like the badasses they are.

Eris is still a raging assnoodle

I surprisingly liked Jurian’s emerging character complexity in ACOWAR, but Eris can bibbidi bobbidi the frick out of here. I don’t care if he’s morally grey or complex or whatever. I am not here to listen to an abusive, slut-shaming, twit get a redemption arc. I might be on board with Tamlin being redeemed if he’s willing to earn it. However, when it comes to redemption arcs, the redemption has to match the seriousness of the original “crime”. There’s nothing Eris could do to win me over, and I’m happy to continue on my path of feminine spite, thank you very much.

The Illyrian Conflict

I’ve never been a fan of how Illyrians are treated in the series. I’m hoping this next book will be a chance to address that and build on their complexity. So far, they have mostly been described as brutes. I want to see more positive-Illyrian representation. I also hope Nesta and Cassian make some serious progress with the misogynistic culture they’ve been dealing with.

Rhys and Feyre’s baby plan

So I know this one has gotten a bit of backlash as well. I feel like if Feyre and Rhys were normal people they would be the adorable domestic parents with the house every kid wants to hang out at. They would be at every parent-teacher conference and every bake sale being straight-up adorable and making the other parents jealous. (They’ll probably also embarrass the hell out of their kid with the PDA). However, Rhys and Feyre aren’t normal people. They are running a court. If they are waiting for things to calm down, they will probably be waiting a long time. There may always be another conflict to deal with. It’s never going to be “convenient” in the conventional sense. I think Feyre figures this out. It’s okay for people to change their minds. Personally, I think Feysand will be great parents.

Things I Didn’t Like:

Kier and Eris are still alive

They couldn’t have died in battle or something? Come on...

Poor Nesta

I know I haven’t mentioned Nesta. Mostly because she’s been an acquired taste as a character for me. I’ve never been anywhere near the same situation Nesta has, but I understand self-destructive behavior. It was painful watching her deal with all the crap and feeling like she doesn’t belong with the IC. I wish Feyre would have thought to get her SOMETHING for solstice. I mean, come on...She’s your sister-get her a pair of mittens or something. I hope in the next book Nesta busts up in the Illyrian war camp and takes no shit. I almost feel sorry for what Devlon and the others have coming. Almost.

So yeah, that’s about it. I really liked it, and I thought it was a good bridge between stories.

#a court of frost and starlight #acofas spoilers #acofas #Feysand #acofas review

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