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flaviedub · 6 months
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Elucien but I actually thought about drawing them again since I didn’t remember his back/hidden/unknown backstory (just got through that part in acowar) SOOO some changes are in order
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tarzelladraws · 7 months
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Nessian modern prep school AU (I swore I’d never draw for this fandom but we make exceptions for mother)
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thomasisaslut · 6 months
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Azriel Shadowsinger x F!Reader
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Bondage — Ktober
Word Count: 1.1k
Includes: Bondage, Creampies, Bed Sex, Overstimulation, Hickeys, Vaginal Sex.
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On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50688283
On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1388599061-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞-𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥-𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐱
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Your mate has always been quiet, however, when he became your boyfriend he has been trying to become more open with you. Especially about your sex life.
Currently, the two of you are together in your bed—he showed you his room a while ago, you were originally from another Court but upon visiting the Night you ran into him and the mating bond clicked—you sit up, your hand gently caressing his chest before you have the brilliant idea to move your hands to his wings.
“Don’t.” He sends a small glare you way, one of his amber eyes staring at you.
“But, Az.” You tease and bring your hand closer when he grabs your wrist, he flips your position as he grabs your other wrist—now pinning both above you with one hand.
You see his shadows dancing around his spread out wings, ready to pounce.
“I am trying to sleep.” Azriel grunts.
“But I want to have fun.” You pout.
He sighs. “Fine.” Within a second you feel the grip on your wrists loosen, you look up to see his shadows holding your hands still. You attempt to move them but it is to no avail.
“Az?”
“Hm?” He asks while lifting up your sheer nightgown before tearing it in two, he grabs your panties and shucks them down.
You shiver from the sudden bareness, your arousal only growing. “W-Why are you shadows holding me?”
“Because…” He removes his own night clothes. “I said we’re going to have fun my way.”
Your cheeks flush. “You’re into bondage?”
“I am now.” Azriel states before he pinches your nipples.
A sudden gasp is released from your throat from the sensation. “Oh… Az.”
He smirks before trailing his right hand down your chest and to your cunt, he carelessly rubs a few circles over your clit before sliding one of his fingers into your aching cunt.
“Azriel…” You moan, he inserts a second finger and you feel his shadows form around you ankles, pinning those to the bed as well.
He hums before leaning forward, you can feel his cock by your dripping cunt but he makes no movement. Azriel brings his lips to your neck and kisses it before biting down. You attempt to grab his hair, his shoulders, anything, but of course his shadows only tighten around your wrists.
Azriel chuckles at your reactions before he begins to suck on your neck, going down to your collarbone as he leaves deep, purple, love bites.
“My mate…” He groans and rocks his hips against you, his cock rubbing against your clit.
“Azriel! Please, I need you!” You whine, rocking your hips against him when more shadows form, holding your hips down so you can’t move whatsoever.
He nods then aligns the tip of his cock with your aching core, he slowly slides in the tip and looks at your the entire time. His yellow eyes meeting yours as he slides in further.
“You’re a brat.” Azriel scoffs before thrusting into you fully—resulting in you shouting as you moan.
“Only… only with you.” You pant, attempting tease him.
Unfortunately, that only made him pound harder.
“Az! Az! Please… let me touch you!” You whine.
Running his hands from your hips to your breasts he rolls his eyes, he releases the shadows holding your hands. Instantly, you launch your hands at his wings, in a second his load gets shot into you.
“A-Azriel!” You shout, both filled with pleasure and confusion.
“You touched my wings…” He growls.
“I.. I wanted to touch you-“
You’re positions are flipped again, you now riding him as his cum leaks out of you and onto his toned chest.
“You’re punishment.” He bucks forward. “Is to ride me.” Azriel’s shadows tug your hips down, the tip of his cock touching that soft spot inside you, making you closer to your release. “Until you cum.”
You whine and begin to rock and bounce yourself on his cock, at some point you spell out his name with your hips—you can tell by his facial expressions he is enjoying it.
Azriel was often not vocal in bed, the usual sounds you got were only small groans and pants. Tonight, you plan to change that.
You pick up your efforts, your hands move from his pecks to the base of his wings—gently stroking the most sensitive part of it.
“Fuck!” He moans.
That was something new. Your eyes widen in shock at the word, Azriel never curses… you smirk.
“Do you lik-” You go to tease him when he flips your positions once again, the shadows that were once around you disappear for a second before you’re pinned to the bed again. Your hands are tied up by his shadows and he begins to pound into you like he has never before.
“Quiet, brat.” Azriel demands, his hands are by your head as he continues to thrust.
You can feel your legs begin to give out from the ferocity of his thrusts, one of his hands move down to your clit, now stroking it.
“I hate that you always get your way.” He groans as he shoots his second load into you. “I will not stop unless you beg, love.” Azriel smirks.
You know he’s not lying, his stamina was incredible.
“Make me cum! Please, Az!” You beg.
He nods, his thumb over your clit continues—it starts to become faster, harder, he places his index finger on the other side before pinching it. You moan loudly.
You can feel his cum leaking out of you as he continues to thrust, you go to move your hands when you’re stopped by his shadows again.
“Az.. Az!” You whine. “Kiss me.. please!”
A soft smile crosses his features, he leans down and kisses your lips passionately. Biting your bottom lip before slipping in his tongue.
“Are you close?” He asks as he pulls away, a trail of saliva falls onto your tits.
“Yes.. yes.” You confirm, rocking your hips to match his thrusts.
“Good girl.”
He pounds in once more before you squirt all over his cock—you’re orgasm so powerful it took a minute to stop.
Slowly, Azriel pulls out—his shadows release your wrists as well. He lies on his back and pulls you close, his black wings wrapping around you in a protective manner.
“You were so good for me, my love.” He pecks you temple. “Even if you were a brat to get it.” Azriel teases.
You smile up at your mate and nuzzle into his neck.
“Thank you, Az… I love you.”
“And I love you too.”
You soon fall asleep in the comfort of your boyfriends arms, he holds you close all night and you have never felt safer.
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First ACOTAR fic! Lmk how it was! ♥️
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jmoonjones · 11 months
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The Archeron sisters getting all glam!
Btw some of the hashtags used on reblogs has me cackling and I love you for it 💕
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captainswan-yousaveme · 6 months
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Can gwynriel people explain to me why Az didn’t care in the slightest about gwyn being taken for the blood rite??? You know that it takes place AFTER their apparent solstice “moment” right?? You know, where hes supposed to have started having these feelings for her…. He seems rather uninterested to me….
Also why do people want gwyn to be a second choice anyways? if Az had his choice he’d have been cuddling in bed with Elain whether you like it or not. I mean hes a little caught up in his feelings for elain atm don’t think he looking for another female immediately after…if he was that would drop my opinion of him to the damn bottom of the list right next to tamlin 😂 😬
Right now i am loving the lightsinger gwyn theory. Nesta and az seemed to be affected by something in relation to her. Interested in where her story goes but i feel like we won’t see that for another book or 2 potentially. Maybe the novella?
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Man I haven’t posted here in a while but this really irritates me LOL
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acomaflove · 11 months
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*the inner circle all seated at a dining table*
Everyone: *dressed business casual*
Cassian: *in pajamas*
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Rhysand: *sighs* Next time I invite you all to dinner, I am adding a dress code.
Cassian: IN MY DEFENSE, I WAS TOLD IT WAS A SLUMBER PARTY.
Nesta: I didn’t think you’d believe me.
Cassian: *muttering to himself* ……I wanted to believe it.
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mystical-blaise · 1 year
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"But... But aren't ACOTAR mates supposed to be rare? OMG, why is everyone getting a mate?!"
Here's the thing. SJM wrote that the mating bond is supposed to be rare and unique, and initially, was chosen based on who would bear the strongest offspring. (Obviously, since we now know same-sex mates can exist, this could have changed)
Now, let's look at that story and the current main mated couples:
Already mated, you have:
✔️The most powerful High Lord to exist paired with a Made female fae who possesses the powers of all seven courts.
✔️The secret son of the Day High Lord and a Made female Seer.
✔️The General of the Illyrian army whose paternal line is a mystery, who can wield seven Siphons with a Made female fae who had stolen powers from the Cauldron itself.
Do you see a trend here? Every single person in the IC is quite powerful in some special way. ACOTAR focuses the story on a small group of people within a larger fantasy world. When the bond was considered rare, it just meant they aren't handed out to everyone within the broader world. There's no way that the rest of them won't find mates, at least in terms of Azriel, who is a rare shadowsinger and can also wield seven Siphons, and Mor, even though we still have no idea what the hell she can do.
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azzieshd · 1 year
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Azriel: Set fire to the rain
You were rescued by the Shadowsinger, and maybe had fallen in love for him. But there is one problem: scars above your body made you completely insecure, making you sure that the spymaster would never love you as you love him. Maybe you are wrong, maybe he will prove it to you.
Warnings: kind angst, insecurity problems
Words counting: +/- 1400
Sequel: Part II
*English it not my mother language, there could be grammatical errors and typos. Please warn me if you find them, I'll do my best trying to get better.
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You've started training with the valkyries after one of the priestess invited you. You worked at the library, organizing books and separating lots of paperworks that were needed for searches and other stuff. It's been a while since you got there, rescued by the Shadowsinger after you tried to help those priestesses of one of the temples too near your house.
You remember that day clearly: those screams, the fire and a lot of blood. Rhysand sent his spymaster to save everyone he could by that time, but when he got there, you already had rescued most of them. Asking to the females who had saved them and where the savior was, they told him you came back to the fire because a child was missing, but you were taking too long there.
Going forward the falling building, Azriel found you on the floor, blood in your temple and a huge beam over your body. Catching you in his arms after removing the big shard of timber, he noticed some bruises caused by the contact of your skin with the flaming place. He knew how hard it would be for you to recover. He didn't find the child either.
When you woke up, new scars covered your body. The first person you saw as your savior, he stayed by your side and helped with everything – after asking you some questions.
The trauma was huge and the High Lord offered a place to you, even though your house remained okay, you weren't. You just couldn't hold the lack of the temple and the priestesses, yes, you helped a lot of them, but not all. And there was the kid either, didn't find him and couldn't be able to save him destroyed you. That's why you accepted to work in the library, it was quiet and safe, perfect to your point of view. But staying there for so long, refusing to see the sunlight and catching fresh air, concerned your colleagues, that's why they assumed the training sessions would do you good.
It took you some time to accept it, and when you did it, all your friends were so advanced that you almost gave up. Azriel was the only reason why you kept on.
The illyrian male was so patient and so comprehensible that he made sure to make you as comfortable as it was possible. And with his help, you felt much better than months ago, perhaps you were now very close to the others and much more talkative as you were.
But today was different.
It was summer and the sun was not giving a lull. All of the females were training just with a top, and those who were more shy, were wearing a soft fabric cloth, but still making sure to keep arms free to the natural light. You were another case.
Using your heavy clothes as usual, you're sweating a lot more than the others, and the heat added to a poor breakfast almost made you faint. Now sitting on the floor with a glass of water in your hands, you were trying to breathe properly to go back to the arena. All of your friends worried about you and questioning themselves why you kept your hoodie on such a hot day. Of course they didn't understand, they would never do.
After that day you were never able to look at yourself the same way. All of those females had stunning skins, needless to be shy of showing their arms or their legs, they didn't have horrible marks such as yours.
Seeing you by far, the Shadowsinger were trying to discover what passed through your mind. He got so fucked worried for you when you got pale and almost fell to your knees. Looking upon all the priestesses enjoying the sunlight, his mind clicked.
He observed as you removed nonexistent dust from your hoodie’s sleeve and then his gaze went to his hands covered with gloves. He knew exactly how you were feeling.
Approaching your seated form, he kneeled on the floor and immediately got your attention. You weren't blind, he was beautiful, but you also weren't stupid and knew he would prefer a woman without all the problems you had. You tried so hard to convince yourself that you were just in love by the idea of him saving you and not by his incredible personality, amazing features, indescribable kindness or unbelievable abilities. Maybe tricking yourself would make your heart a little less broken when he assumes he is in love with Gwyneth.
“It's kind of hot in here” he said while trying to catch your eyes, which you were trying so hard to keep away from him.
“It is, indeed” your voice was so weak when you were by his side that you hated yourself for that. Fortunately in this case you would blame the sick feeling.
“You sure you’ll keep this sweatshirt?” He asked, a little apprehensive. The face you must have done just to think about being with your arms to everyone see your scars made Azriel’s eyes sad.
The male inhaled harder than needed, and then started to take off his gloves. Scars, so similar to yours, were now free to everyone’s eyes. He threw the gloves away, unaware of where it had fallen. Your gaze immediately went to his scarred hands, to how he kept his hands open, asking you to touch it.
“I know how you're feeling. It was difficult to me as well, but I promise that you’ll feel much better when you realize that nobody here will talk about that or stare at you.” His voice wasn't loud, but you're sure that everyone in the training ring could hear him. They were all silent, and you’ve seen, by the side of the eye, a little group shift their eyes from you after he said the last part.
You wanted to give him a little smile for what he was doing for you.
“It's difficult…” you whispered, with your eyes now on his. His hazel gaze softened to your weak voice, to your insecurity.
“Let me help you then” with his hands still on your way to take it. And so you did.
You standed and got so close to his body that you could feel his night and cedar smell. Oh, how you loved it.
After looking around to be sure that nobody was looking at you, your hands got the bottom of your hoodie. You were so insecure about that and got so long to start taking it over, that soon you felt two hands upon yours.
Azriel was looking at you, his hands holding yours so delicately. He gave you an encouraging smile, and when you nodded, both of you started to take that piece of cloth. As soon as you felt the sunlight in your skin after months, you closed your eyes and smiled. But when you opened it again and looked at your scars, your smile was gone.
“Hey, do not look at them just like it is horrible. Those scars are there because you’ve saved more than 15 priestesses alone. They don't make you less pretty. To be honest, you're much more beautiful with them.”
Your eyes widened at his words.
“Really?” You were so sure that Azriel would never think of you as a pretty woman. Maybe you were wrong.
“Really.” He smiled at you and then, without even noticing, he started to lead you to the middle of the training area.
He made your train so simple after that, that you haven't even noticed the time or how your body claimed to rest. Azriel spent all the time with you, only with you. The other priestesses glanced time by time just to see how happy the two of you were. After that afternoon, everything changed. You and Azriel became closer, you weren't afraid of showing your scars anymore, it was an important part of you.
Now, when you rush yourself out of the library to go to the training, a different wave of happiness always reaches you as you feel the wind and the sun without that barrier your hoodie used to be. You’ve changed so much since then, going out, making friends and laughing again. Everything was amazing, and a plus: it was at that same training center that the mate’s bond snapped, and of course you couldn't be more happy than you were.
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I really liked CC3, but you know what I miss? Getting my heart broken because the Thirteen dying or Sam, or Gabriel. I miss being shooked by every plan Aelin had and fearing for every fucking life of my fav characters.
For a long time I hated Sjm for giving me this emotional rollercoaster. But now I fucking miss not knowing what to do after finishing another book of tog or all this feelings i had.
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evebookreviews · 9 months
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Literally fuming at the way Rhys said ' you always have a choice here' but the only choices are either her sister throws herself into dangerous work or her.
Even at the start of acosf, the choice was go to the mortal land and die, or get locked in a tower and train with cassian.
I cannot belive his nerve.
Tam locked Feyre up because he was scared for her, especially after what happened with amarantha. The IC was absolutely fuming when they heard bout this, even years later , but they do the same thing to Nesta " because they care of her" ?
Like I get it, Nesta was literally ruining her life and I get why they did that. But they did the exact same thing that Tam did to Feyre.
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asnowfern · 1 year
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An Eye for an Eye
Summary: Cassian never did get the chance to teach Nesta how to word her bargains more cleverly. Especially to devastating consequences when the bargain is with an entity as powerful as the Cauldron. ACOSF alternate ending.
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Cassian should have felt overjoyed seeing the healthy babe nursing in Feyre's arms but a part of his heart felt like it was breaking.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It screamed at him.
He instinctively shifted his gaze to Nesta, still clad in her bloody stolen Illyrian armour, standing by the end of the bed. The Trove laid forgotten by her feet.
I give it back. I give it all back. His mind repeated his mate's earlier whispers.
Realisation struck.
No.
Cassian's heart hammered thunderously. He crossed the room in three wide strides, catching Nesta just as she fell to the floor, tendrils of black ink still wisping around her abdomen. The room stilled around them.
"Tell me I'm wrong" He demanded, "Tell me you are not paying with your life."
"I'm sorry, Cassian. I wanted…" She trailed off and reached out to cup his cheek. "I wanted so much more with you."
And damn him if the apology hurts so much more than a denial. Something in him cracked.
"No…" Cassian's vision blurred, body starting to shake. "Don't go." He begged.
Nesta shook her head, eyes full of anguish and love. "I love you."
He felt the lightest brush against his lips before the weight in his arms vanished in a golden light.
Cassian wailed and collapsed onto the ground, sobs wrecking his body. His family's comforting presence surrounded him but his soul felt forever cleaved.
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Nesta opened her eyes to find herself seated on a casual dining table opposite a regal dark haired lady preparing tea. She lifted a hand to wipe her tears only to find her face while wet a moment ago, now completely dried. She then eyed her surroundings. The cabin was tastefully decorated - classy but cozy. Her host did not seem Fae nor human. Rounded ears but timeless. Otherworldly.
She set a cup of tea in front of Nesta. "Drink up."
Nesta did not move to take the cup. Her blue-grey eyes staring into a familiar set of silver fire eyes. The soft, wise voice. Sage and warm.
So live, Nesta Archeron.
There were so many questions to ask. Nesta lightly cleared her throat. "Where are we?"
"My home."
"Which is?"
"Safe." Piercing silver fire eyes stared at her again. "He can't hear us here."
He. The Cauldron.
Nesta said nothing still.
"I brought you here just before you were completely Unmade."
Unmade. Like how she had Unmade the wretched human queen Briallyn. "Why?"
"Because you wanted to live." No more, no less. Nesta remained silent.
"Do you want to return?"
Nesta's chest tightened. Hope blossoming in her chest - Hope she desperately did not want dashed. She willed her face blank but a knowing gaze told her She had seen through the attempt.
She lifted her chin. "Can I?"
The Woman. No, the Mother, smiled. "With a bargain."
Nesta's eyes narrowed. The image of Cassian's devastated face was still seared into her mind. She had to take any chance she gets to find her way back. Consequences be damned. "What are the terms?"
"Starting today, you are to remain here for two years, one for every day which you have been a Fae. Everyday, you will tend to my grounds and care for my creatures. If you still choose to leave after the two years, you will be free to do so."
Two years. A drop in ocean which is a Fae's lifespan. Could it truly be that easy? Nesta quickly went through the terms of the bargain, she had to make sure the terms are ironclad.
She carefully replied, "After the two years, I get to return as I am and exactly two years would have passed for Cassian?"
The corner of Her mouth quirked upwards. "Yes."
"Can I tell Cassian?" Her words stumbled. "Tell him that I am coming back."
"Are you sure?" She leveled a gaze, cautioning her. "This world is different from yours. You may not want to leave after your two years are over."
"It doesn't matter. I will-" she corrected herself, "No, I must return."
The Mother considered for a moment. "Fine, you may inform him."
"Then it is a bargain."
Nesta's back tingled.
"Now, drink up."
Nesta did. The tea was unsurprisingly prepared just the way she liked it.
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Cassian froze at the sight of what his High Lady was painting at her easel. Nesta at the Pass of Enalius. Feyre's eyes lit up at Cassian's arrival.
"Cassian." She greeted warmly.
Cassian tore his gaze away from the canvas. He cleared his throat. He plastered a smile and kisses her cheek. "Feyre, wanted to drop by to see how you and Nyx were doing."
"Nyx just fell asleep and I thought to take the opportunity to do some painting."
Cassian found himself unwittingly staring at the canvas again.
"When I heard what she did at the Pass, I knew I had to try and capture it. But it's tough. Without an image." Because she's not here to show us. He thought and his throat tightened.
"If I may? I wasn't there. Not really but " Cassian had been under the control of queen Briallyn with the use of the crown. Forced to watch helplessly as his hands were used to nearly kill his own mate.
Before he could get lost in his thoughts, he felt the mind-speaker's gentle caress against his mental shields. He opened the door and presented the image he saw just before his arrival. Lightning cracking and snow swirling around Ramiel. Nesta was knocked to the ground by Bellius and was barely able to crawl away. Yet, she snarled at him in defiance, eyes blazing.
He then pulled up another memory. Nesta going through the Blood Rite qualifier obstacles, sword in one hand, shield in the other. Eyes flashing with determination, body poised like the warrior she had become.
Thank you. I think I have some ideas now.
He felt the presence retreat from his mind and cleared his throat once again.
"Well, if the babe is sleeping, I shall not disturb and risk waking him." He gave his High Lady a nod. "It is good to see you well, Feyre."
He hurriedly turned around to leave the room when he heard the voice in his head. We are here for you, Cassian. All of us.
I know.
Without turning back, he gave another tight nod and left.
Cassian was soaring over the House of Wind when he swore he saw a bright light shining from the House. A beacon. He stopped mid-air and looked down. The light flashed again. Urgently. Just as it once did when Nesta was trapped in her nightmare.
He landed outside the door and paused. He had not been back at the House since the night of their fight, not ready to face the memories it held. The house continued to urge him to enter, rattling the door handles. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in. Memories flooded him.
Meals with Nesta.
Stolen conversations on the sofa.
Taking her on every surface of this House.
Tears stung his eyes but he did not linger. He followed the House's beckons and found himself right in front of the door leading into Nesta's room. He stopped.
"I'm not ready." He whispered.
The air surrounding him warmed, an encouraging hand on his shoulder. Taking another deep breath, Cassian turned the doorknob and entered.
Nesta's presence filled the room. He closed his eyes and sighed. The room felt like a healing balm on the gaping wound which has been festering since he lost her. He could almost believe she was in the room with him.
"Nesta?" He whispered, eyes still shut.
"I'm here." A distant murmur.
Cassian sucked in a breath - another breath of the sweet scent he missed so dearly. He must be losing his mind. But if this was his prize, he would willingly trade it.
"Is this real?"
"Yes, yes." He felt the lightest pressure against his cheeks and her gaze on him. His eyelid twitched, wishing to be opened. The pressure moved to his eyes, keeping it shut.
"You will ruin it." The voice was light, teasing. He relaxed, eyes remained closed.
The pressure went back to his cheeks, almost a light stroke. He leaned into it.
"I do not have much time and this is my one chance." In spite of her words, Nesta paused. The pressure stroked his face once again. "Wait for me. I promise you I'm coming back."
"How can you possibly promise that?" He asked, devastated.
"Just wait. Two years." She insisted.
"I will wait another five centuries for you if I have to." He promised.
"Seven hundred and twenty five days to be exact" She mused. He felt the presence shift. "I need to go."
"Don't, please" Don't leave me again.
"I love you."
"I love you too." He felt another pressure lightly caressing his lips. "Wait for me"
And the presence disappeared, ripping the wound wide open once more. But this time the pain felt easier to overcome. Even if the chance was minuscule, Cassian would take whatever he gets.
"I will wait however long it takes." He swore to the room. The House blinked its light in approval.
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Standing tall in the valley between rolling hills, Nesta swung her makeshift wooden practice sword and executed a perfect eight pointed star combination. She went through the motions for another half hour before stopping for a water break.
It had been nearly eighteen months since she arrived in this other world. Eighteen months of tending to Life in the Mother's lands. The Mother never showed up again after the first day. After the tea, she left some cryptic clues on how she could contact Cassian and disappeared. Nesta was left by herself in the cottage, in this world. She had not found a single person in the time she had been here. Yet, Nesta never felt alone. Amidst the rolling hills, the lakes and the fields, she was completely at peace.
Nesta had discovered early on what it meant to carry out her duties. By drawing the energy humming through the lands, she cared for the plants by summoning water and light, and tended to the injured animals with healing. The energy which flowed into her veins was warm and teeming with Life. But it took a toll in the form of memories. Moments of her past. The more she drew, the more she gave. The more potent the power, the more precious the memory.
In time, she learnt to trade carefully. She learnt to save the treasured memories and bury them deep while relooking past memories and look for the positives, willing it precious. She exchanged snippets of her childhood for sprinkles of rain, extracted the spots of joy derived from the music played in the dirty taverns to summon light.
Healing demanded the highest toll. But even that, Nesta learnt, could be bargained with. Masking pain demanded the least while instant healing demanded the most. As a single hesitation in the face of the potent power could take away precious moments with Cassian, Gwyn and Emerie, she had to be quick to offer, to ration the memories.
Her daily physical training and mind stilling sessions grounded her, reminding her that her life, her future, does not lie in this world.
Lightning cracked in the distance, announcing the impending summer storm. Nesta wrapped up her training with cooldown stretches and made her way back to the cottage.
Another lightning whipped past her into the forest. A loud roar of pain sounded. Back tingling, Nesta headed towards the forest, parting the branches and entered a clearing.
A Pegasus lied on its side on the floor, panting. Its abdomen was swollen with child and it was bleeding heavily. It whined pitifully. She carefully approached the creature and laid a gentle hand on it. Offering up a memory of her daily training session with Cassian, she took the labour pain away. The Pegasus relaxed, eyes wide and staring.
Following the instinct that guided her since she arrived, she knew a more potent memory was required for what's next. She reluctantly offered up the memory of Gwn, Emerie and herself slicing up the ribbon. With the memory, she was able to temporarily stop the hemorrhaging and was granted the knowledge of the issue. The foal had grown too large for the mother's birth canal. She had to modify its structure for the Pegasus to survive.
Nesta sucked in a breath. She never had to make such fundamental physiological changes since that time with Feyre. The price for the magic would be high. She flitted through a dozen memories in her mind, one more precious than the other, waiting for it to be accepted. Finally, one was. The night of Winter Solstice when she promised Cassian forever.
She despaired. She desperately offered other memories but none were accepted. Nesta's eyes met the Pegasus's intelligent gaze and she slumped in resignation.
She kneeled down and placed her hands on the Pegasus's abdomen. Her hands glowed an iridescent gold. With her eyes closed, she narrowly widened the hip of the stallion and expanded the birth canal. She channeled more power from the lands and nudged the uterus to contract once more, pushing the foal out. She repeated the action, dilating the exit further with each iteration, until the foal slipped out.
Nesta exhaled in relief while a part of her cried.
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Cassian watched in amusement as Feyre chased Nyx up and down the living room. The young princeling squealed and dashed faster. His little legs tripped over the Illyrian bow he managed to get his hands on, and he fell face first. He paused and scrunched up his face as his mind registered the fall. He then dropped the bow and burst into tears. Rhys promptly scooped the boy into his arms and cooed soothingly at him.
The sight warmed him. Rhys and Feyre are loving parents, Nyx will grow up surrounded with love, never in want of anything. All of them in the Court will willingly give their lives to ensure it.
A few paces away from him, the fire cracked and Cassian once again found his thoughts wandering to Nesta. It was the second Winter Solstice since he lost her. The pain was particularly searing on a day like this, an excruciating reminder of a lost forever.
He had not gone back into Nesta's room since that day. He knew in his gut whatever he had experienced would not happen again. If it was even real at all. Cassian had asked Rhys to look into mind after the incident, desperate to know if it was just a hallucination concocted by his grief-addled mind. Rhys's examination turned out to be inconclusive. He could not see it, nothing more than a missing pocket of time. Equal possibility for the memory to have been protected by a more powerful force or simply nothing more than a hallucination.
He never spoke again of the incident. Could not bear the worried looks from his brother. He knows Rhys and Freyre felt bad about the entire situation - that their family was the reason his mate was gone. Even though Cassian never faulted them. Nesta chose to save them and blaming them would only dishonour her sacrifice.
Yet, Cassian wanted to believe. Even if it meant setting himself up for more devastation when Nesta did not return after the two years. Even if it meant that the two wrapped gifts sitting in his drawers will never be opened.
Eighty seven more days. He could wait that long.
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Finally, the last night of her two years had passed. The last six months had been more challenging than than all of the first eighteen months combined. The loss of the memory she traded to save the Pegasus chipped away at the bonds tethering her to her world. These days she struggled. The lack of focus cost her the unnecessary loss of precious memories. None as potent as the one she lost with the Pegasus but still left her grasping at straws.
No matter. She was finished with her part of the bargain. Time to go home.
She stepped out of her room and found the Mother once again sitting at the table. Waiting. She strolled confidently towards her.
"Take me home."
The Mother smiled and something in Nesta clicked. She fell to her knees before Her, head bowed.
"It's you." She whispered. "This entire world is you. This-this body, it is just a physical manifestation."
The Mother's smile widened. "Correct."
"Why?"
"Because you wanted to live but everything has a cost. Rules to abide by, even us" Her voice lowered and gave her a pointed gaze. "You cannot take without giving."
Nest sucked in a breath, "This is about what I took from the Cauldron."
The Mother nodded. "The Cauldron took your humanity and turned you into a Made Fae. You were not supposed to take more than what was given. There was a debt to be paid."
"Two years." Nesta murmured. "For every day I held on to it."
The Mother nodded again. "This" she gestured around, "was the only way to settle the debt."
"Thank you."
The Mother's gaze was warm as she kissed her forehead. Nesta felt her skin warmed upon contact and looked up in wonder.
"The power you gained here, rightfully earned, will follow you back to your world. They will provide you with the necessary tools to face what is ahead of you."
With that, Nesta felt herself get winnowed away.
"Good bye, Nesta Archeron. Live well."
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Nesta found herself by the lake she and Cassian once hiked to. This place, she realised now, was once a part of the Mother. Even in her depths of despair, the Mother had saved her, healed her.
Nesta pondered. This place was a three day walk away from Velaris. A walk she has no idea how to navigate. She saw no other way.
Nesta flung the gates of her mind wide open and shouted. FEYRE! RHYSAND! CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Nesta?! Feyre replied, shocked.
Feyre. She breathed.
How? How are you alive?
I made a bargain.
You made a- Of course you did.
I will explain it all when I get back. Can someone come get me?
Where are you?
I am at a lake within the mountains. Cassian once brought me here and would know.
We will send someone. Hang tight. With that, Feyre went silent.
Nesta took the time to wander by the lake. Curious, she raised her hand and willed water to sprinkle over the grass. To her amazement, the power came to her willingly, no toll necessary.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two forms winnowed in. Mor.
And Cassian.
Within what seemed like a blink of an eye, Cassian stood before her, eyes wide. "Nesta?"
Tears filled her vision. She launched herself into his arms. His arms circled around her and tightened.
"Nesta." He sighed.
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Seeing Nesta again, feeling her in his arms. It was a bliss he never thought he would get to experience again. She pulled her face out of his chest and stared at him, eyes tracing his every feature. He did the same with her. She was so beautiful. His dreams never did her justice.
"You really came back to me." He whispered in reverence.
"I promised you I would."
He tucked her face back into his chest and hugged her tightly. "I am never letting you go again."
"Never?" He felt her smile into his chest.
"Never." He promised.
A light shuffling brought him back to Earth, reminding him that they had company. He winced. With his arms still lightly wrapped around Nesta, he turned back to Mor who now stood twenty paces away.
"It's really her." He declared. Because it was undeniably her. Cassian knew, in his heart, in his soul, that it was her.
A tension in Mor lightened and she gave Nesta a wide teary smile. "Welcome back, Nesta. Ready to go home?"
Mor winnowed them just outside the wards of the river house. Feyre and Elain immediately burst out of the doors and ran towards them. They looked to him, silently asking for confirmation. He nodded. They sobbed in relief and leapt on her.
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Nesta walked into the river house, arms linked with Feyre and Elain. She stopped in her tracks. There, hanging in the grand entry between a portrait of Feyre and a portrait of Elain, was a portrait of Nesta, holding the line at the Pass of Enalius. She stared at the painting.
"I had to take greater artistic license than usual on this but-." Feyre seemed almost hesitant.
"It's perfect." She turned to look at Feyre and hugged her tightly. "It's perfect."
Once everyone had gathered, including Gwyn and Emerie, Nesta told her story. Where she had been the past two years, her bargain with the Mother, the power she obtained and the memories she lost. The room remained quiet even after she had finished.
"The Mother blessed you." Amren said quietly, breaking the silence.
Nesta considered and smiled. "She did so much more than that. She watched over me and saved me. So many times and in so many ways."
"Mama?" A small voice interrupted.
Nesta snapped her gaze to the little winged boy standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. Feyre rushed over and picked him up. She gently bounced him and walked towards her.
"Nesta, meet your nephew, Nyx." She then gestured to Nyx. "Nyx, meet your aunt Nesta."
Nyx stared at her, wide-eyed. "Nesnes" He echoed.
Nesta smiled widely at him. "It is very very nice to meet you Nyx."
"Nesnes!" He exclaimed happily.
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Nesta stood by the riverbank with Feyre and Nyx, chatting softly. She was raising her hand to summon water while Feyre lifted hers in return to still it in midair. With a small wave, the droplets of water formed a little dog, running in circles as it chased its own tail. Nyx giggled.
As if sensing his gaze, Nesta looked up and met his eyes. Feyre hastily excused herself and Nyx to head back into the house. His High Lady flashed Cassian a quick smile and patted his shoulder as she passed. Cassian walked towards Nesta and stood next to her.
"I lost an important memory of us." She confessed after a moment, eyes turned sideways to look out into the glittering river. "I had to… had to save this Pegasus and I lost it."
"Can you tell which?" He asked.
She shook her head and frowned. "But I can still feel its importance. I remember the desperation I felt to exchange just about any other memory. Anything but the one I lost." Her hand moved up to her chest and gripped tightly on the fabric. "Afterwards, memories just felt so distant and fleeting."
Cassian's heart ached at the pained expression. As painful waiting for her was, he never really considered all the types of obstacles she had to overcome to return. "Was it difficult?"
She looked surprised at the question, "Was what difficult?"
"Choosing to come back."
Nesta laughed. "No, of course not. There was never a doubt. " She shuffled and continued, "But maintaining my sense of self was the challenging part. Especially towards the end when I had lost so many precious memories. There were days when I could hardly remember who I was. I knew I was named Nesta Archeron - a High Fae Made by the Cauldron. My sisters, by blood, are Feyre and Elain. My sisters-in-arms, by choice, are Gwyn and Emerie. My mate " her eyes softened, "is Cassian. And I will fight to no end to return to them, to return to you. But beyond that, I had no idea who I was."
She focused a pointed gaze on him, "Even now, I do not know for certain. There are too many holes in my past."
Cassian cupped her face in his hands and said fiercely, "Nesta, having you back is the biggest miracle I could ever ask for. So what if you lost some memories? Or if you've changed? We can make new memories, we can rediscover this new Nesta. All it matters is that we are in this together."
Nesta stared him, eyes wide. Then she broke into a smile. A joy lit her face so bright it took his breath away. "Together."
Cassian made a split second decision. He wrapped his body around her securely and grinned, "Hold tight."
Without a second warning Cassian launched the both of them into the sky, laughing when Nesta yelped.
He landed them at the House of Wind. Faelights flashed excitedly as the House greeted Nesta, who patted the wall affectionately.
As he led them into his room, he felt the sudden onset of nerves building and his heart beat wildly. He took out the two wrapped gifts from his drawer and inhaled deeply to calm the damned butterflies. Easier one first, he thought rationally and passed the slightly larger package.
"Your gifts for Solstice." He explained at her questioning look.
History of the Valkyries
Hands slightly shaking, she opened the book to where it was marked.
Rebirth
For Nesta,
You showed us that our stories were worth telling
Tears welled up in her eyes as she gingerly flipped through the pages, reading random snippets of the chapter. She then closed the book and closed her eyes, hugging the book tightly to her chest.
His heartbeat turned thunderous while Nesta still had her eyes closed. Doubts filled his head. Maybe this was a mistake. She just came back, he still had time-
A slight breeze whipped his face, snapping him out of it. Cassian could almost feel the House's exasperation.
When Nesta opened her eyes, Cassian was down on one knee. He held the box in his hand and opened it, revealing a matte silver ring which had no stone. Instead it was lined with braids and flame-like swirls.
"Yes."
"I haven't said anything."
"You didn't have to."
As Cassian looked into Nesta's joyous face, he realised that words didn't matter. Just her and him. He pulled her down to the ground with him to kiss her deeply. He groaned into her mouth as she grinded into his hips. Soon, the clothes were strewn around the floor and moans filled the air. Golden threads woven between the two of them glowed brightly.
You're mine.
And I'm yours.
Forever.
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foreverinelysian · 1 year
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I just have to share this Gwyn Berdara art by @/rounnac with you all! Link to post here
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mommyofkittens · 10 months
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A Court of Fallen Heroes ( Azriel FanFiction )
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Summary
It was a well known fact: the veil between the worlds grew thinner and thinner, so the possibility of a crashing was already a certainty. The rumours started a long time ago, but no one did anything to stop it. Luckily, time has passed, we went through wars and race eradications, but Faerie Realms and Mortal Lands stayed almost the same, some richer and some poorer.
Nobody was talking about the fallen, untill now, when the fates started working their old, wicked magic and gave us an early Summer Soltice gift: an unprepared girl who was sent tumbling from the sky.
Tumultuous and dangerous,
Bitter and heartbreaking.
This is the story of the Evening star.
About the young woman who holds the Sun as her weapon,
And the Moon as an ornament.
About the Cursed Crown, who chooses its own master
And about the man in the shadows, irreversibly bound to her, by the tongue of death.
And, after all, about us, the nothingness who catches a goal.
I am the Bloody Blade, former leader of the first legion, last of my kind, banished and tormented by dark memories and here is the beginning of our story.
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Prologue
Chapter 1: 3:33
Chapter 2: " God Forbid... "
Chapter 3: The Waking World
Chapter 4: The Countess
Chapter 5: Haunted
Chapter 6: Decisions. Part I.
Chapter 6: Decisions. Part II.
Chapter 7: A Tale of Time
Chapter 8: Jane Doe
Hello, everyone! I am new to the writing experince and also English is not my first language. Hopefully, this won't interfere with my work too much. I am sorry if there are mistakes, I'll try to correct them. I didn't give up on this work, but writing one chapter is taking quite some time considering the fact that I always have to check my grammar and if the phrases make sense or if they're too long. Sometimes, when inspiration doesn't come, I write them in my own language and then translate and it takes a while too.
Also, I have exams untill mid July. Med school it's time consuming as hell. 🥲
You can also find me on Ao3 and Wattpad, I always keep my chapters updated and corrected there because it's easier to read them.
Hope you like my work! Have a great day, babes!
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incorrectacotarwords · 10 months
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Lucien: How can someone say Elain is evil?? She’s the most precious soft little soul
Elain: *wiping blood off their face* YEAH, I’M ADORABLE!
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sovanaart · 2 years
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to the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered ✨
super cute #feysand to your feed!
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we create even as evil destroys our country and bombs and missiles are dropped on our cities #standwithukraine
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moonlightazriel · 1 year
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Dancing with flames /// Eris X F!Reader
Summary: You were the one being left out, no one in your family cared about you, until you caught the eyes of a very mysterious fox.
Warnings: Reader's family being a bunch of assholes
Word Count: 1,5K
Notes: It's like that Cinderella movie with Hilary Duff only worse. I decided to put the inspiration for the dress and mask to help the visual. This was supposed to be a Halloween treat for you. Hope you enjoy.
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Being from one of the whealtiest families from the autumn court was hard, people had high expectations of you, you always have to behave and be quiet, playing those little games, everyone hungry for power and waiting for the slightest mistake to treat you like trash. Thats why my parents never liked me much, i never was polite enough, i never bowed on the right angle, i ate too much for a lady, my appearance wasn't flawless enough, there are always something to complain about me, i wasn't perfect like my sisters. They always got better clothes, better training and the love from our parents, this led me up to build a mask, that i wore whenever i was around them, i made my mission never show them how much they affected me.
The high lord announced the anual masquerade for the members of the court, in honor of the most successful harvest of the year and to find his heir a wife, the autumn prince was old enough and his father decided it was time for him to find someone strong and form alliances, i remembered my parents saying. They were really excited for this, preparing my sisters to fight for Eris, with one another if they needed, obviously, they didn't even bother saying the same to me, they were clearly counting with the family beauties to marry him, not me. Never me.
My parents really put a lot of effort and money for our gowns, my mother wanted to impress, and it required all of us for this, so i decided that if they wanted us to wear something fancy and expensive, i was going to. The dress the tailor made was red, the big skirt soft like cotton, was beautiful, the corset had shoulder to shoulder straps, and red flowers adorning it, flowing to the skirt as well, on a beautiful design, since it was a custom dress, it fit perfectly, unlike the other oversized dresses i was forced to wear before. For the mask i ended up choosing a bunny one, one of the ears was broken and one of the eyes was ripped, it looked dirty and had golden details, and surprisingly, no one complained about it.
On the day of the ball, i ended up getting ready on my own while my sisters were being taken care by professionals, at this point i didn't even care anymore and just learned how to do these kind of things on my own. Slipping my heels on, i got out of my room, getting downstairs, my father was there, he looked at me and nodded.
“You finally looks decent, you can’t ruin it tonight. It’s one of yours sisters big chance, behave or you won’t like what will happen to you.” I nodded, feeling a shiver, remembering all the times he didn’t think i was well behaved and punished me.
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The music was softly playing in the background, the sound of people chatting and glass here and there, my sisters were starting to get impatient as they couldn't spot Eris anywhere, Macy was on her third dance with some lord, Emil was dancing as well, but i could see the annoyed faces both had on, suppressing a laugh, i was startled by a hand lowering until it was in front of my eyes, looking up a male was on the end of the arm, he was wearing a red tunic, golden leaves sewed on the fabric, he was wearing a fox mask, with fur and some feathers, he was absolutely handsome, even if i only could see part of his face.
“Can i have a dance?” His voice was deep and powerful, i felt my body melting as it reach my ears. My mother elbowed me and i got up, putting my hand on his and allowing him to lead me to the dance floor. He pulled me closer, his hard chest pressed against mine, making me sighn like a fool, his hand on my waist, held me tightly and we started dancing, spinning around. “I saw you as soon as i arrived, you caught my attention little bunny, you know a fox can't resist a lonely bunny. What’s your name?” I looked at him deep in the eyes.
“Well, this makes you the first male that paid attention to me.” I giggle trying to joke but i could see the look on his face behind the mask. “I don't wanna be myself tonight, so you can call me Bunny.” He smirked at me “And what about you my lord?”
“Since we're pretending to be other people, call me Foxy.” He said, pulling me even closer, inhaling his scent, i felt my heart flutter, he smelled like fire, the same fire burning in my veins.
We danced, again and again, i felt this strong pull towards him, it was impossible to pull away from him, i had some males courting me before, but notting was compared to this, the feeling of finally being seen, of being important. At some point he led us outside, the cold air making my bones chill, we ended up under a tree, my back pressed against the wood while one of his arms cornered me, i felt my cheeks blushing as he leaned closer, his lis capturing mine, my hands were resting on his face, his tongue pressed my lips, and i opened them, he entered my mouth, exploring every bit of it with his tongue, my whole body reacting naturally to him, it felt so right, even if someone caught us right now, i wouldn't care, opening my eyes, i saw my mother looking for me, i pointed at her, he turned growling.
“You have to go?” He seemed sad.
“If i don’t want to get punished, i have.” He nodded, and we walked back inside, when my mother’s eyes landed on me, she marched furiously to where i was standing.
“I was looking for you.” She grabbed my arm harshly. “That damned prince didn't even dare to show up, we're leaving before one of yours sisters start to cry.” I couldn't believe that i had to go home just because my sisters weren't able to control their emotions. Looking over at Foxy, he had a smirk on his lips.
“I will see you again.” i whispered to him while my mother pulled me away.
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It was 1 week later and my sisters couldn't get over the fact that the prince didn't showed up, it was kinda rude but it didn't matter. Me on the other hand, couldn't get over Foxy, i dreamed of him every night, felt his lips on mine, i tried searching for him but it was useless, Macy and Emil were making fun of me, saying i had invented him, i was starting to believe them if it wasn't for the current situation.
My father got home saying that the high lord requested that our family attended an event that night. Entering in the high lord’s mansion, my sisters were completely excited, maybe the prince showed at the ball after all. When we entered the throne room, the royal family were all present, Beron was on his throne, his wife standing on his left side, while his children were on his right side, the oldest to the youngest.
“We called your family here because my heir, Eris Vanserra, said he choose his future wife.” The high lord voice was loud like a thunder, turning my head into Eris’s direction, i felt something weird on my chest, like a spark, burning as bright as fire, he shifted on his feet, looking directly at me. I wasn’t paying attention to what was being said, all i could focus was on the burning string on my chest, tugging at it, more than once, Eris caught my eyes again, and i watched how he’d react as i pulled the thread, he was trying to supress a smile. It couldn't be, as the realization hit me, he stepped forward.
“I decided that i will take one of your daughters as my bride.” I could see my sisters shaking nervously, Macy, the eldest, had a convinced smile on her face while Emil stuffed her chest, making her breasts seem bigger, i rolled my eyes trying not to laugh at their efforts. “Y/N, would you like to marry me?” He asked, and i could feel my sisters burning rage as they looked at us.
“I would love to.” I said, my whole body was shaking, and i felt like i was going to fall at any moment. He grabbed my hand, kissing it, and pulling me closer.
“I waited for you, my mate, my bunny.” He whispered in my ear and i blushed. My family looked at him like he was crazy and i was afraid that they might start try to convince him to take one of my sisters instead. Lady Vanserra stepped forward, a gracious smile on her face while she clapped happily.
“Looks like we have a wedding to plan. Welcome to the Vanserra family darling.”
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