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Kinktober Masterlist 🍂
🖤🎃 MDNI - 18+ - NSFW - SMUT AHEAD 🎃🖤
I haven’t posted any yet, these are just what I have planned for next month! Save this page, as I will update it with links when the posts are made! 🖤
day 1: face sitting w/ Azriel
day 2: against a wall w/ Hyun Ryu
day 3: hate/angry sex w/ Eris Vanserra
day 4: praise kink w/ Jumin Han
day 5: begging w/ Cassian
day 6: edging/denial w/ Azriel
day 7: thigh riding w/ Rhysand
day 8: breeding w/ Tamlin
day 9: swallowing w/ William T. Spears
day 10: teasing w/ Jihyun Kim
day 11: vanilla w/ Saeran
day 12: eating you out w/ Ronald Knox
day 13: size difference w/ Wolfram Gelzer
day 14: in the kitchen w/ Saeyoung Choi
day 15: first time w/ Lucien Vanserra
day 16: dirty talk w/ Sebastian Michaelis
day 17: dry humping w/ Yoosung Kim
day 18: sex pollen w/ Bardroy
day 19: face sitting w/ Jumin Han
day 20: against a wall w/ Cassian
day 21: praise kink w/ Tarquin
day 22: eating you out w/ Vanderwood
day 23: first time w/ Azriel
day 24: sex pollen w/ Hyun Ryu
day 25: in the kitchen w/ Bardroy
day 26: hate/angry sex w/ Ronald Knox
day 27: size difference w/ Azriel
day 28: vanilla w/ Tarquin
day 29: netflix and chill w/ Yoosung Kim
day 30: car sex w/ Saeyoung Choi
day 31: vacation sex w/ Saeran Choi
#acotar#mystic messenger#black butler#azriel x reader#eris x reader#lucien vanserra x reader#cassian x reader#rhysand x reader#tamlin x reader#tarquin x reader#sebastian michaelis x reader#ronald knox x reader#bardroy x reader#baldroy x reader#jumin x mc#hyun ryu x mc#saeyoung x mc#saeran x mc#vanderwood x mc#yoosung x mc#william t spears x reader#wolfram gelzer x reader
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Come back Nesta, please
This is perhaps the silliest thing I’ve ever written. Honestly it’s ridiculous. But considering Nike has her own Cassian at home I’m sure she can relate to these antics. Maybe :)
Happy birthday @nikethestatue! It’s been so lovely getting to know you this year and honestly I cannot imagine a day going past without chatting with you. Not only are you strong and intelligent, but you are so generous and truly care about your friends. So, here’s a little drabble of ridiculousness just for you. Don’t ever leave your Cassian 🤭 lots of love to you today, and always 💕
Bat boys + background Nessian. 1.3k words. Fluff/idiocy.
The final bars of a moody Mariah Carey song blasted through the tiny apartment Azriel shared with his brothers. It was tough being a fresh university graduate and they all told themselves the living situation was temporary, but really, it was second nature. Azriel, Cassian and Rhys had all been living together since Rhys’ mother had fostered the other two boys when they were eleven and even shared a dorm during their college years.
It felt like home for Azriel, and he really didn’t mind it. That is, until last night. When Cassian had decided to incessantly play that fucking song on repeat. That whiny, depressing, shrill song. We Belong Together. Over and over and over.
Sure, Mariah could croon with the best of them, but his last nerve was fraying. Her voice was blasting though the speakers and echoing down the hall from Cassian’s room where he’d been holed up for about fourteen hours now and Azriel had developed a tick in his jaw.
Rhys, even more infuriatingly, seemed unperturbed.
Azriel tried to concentrate on the words he was typing on the resume he was updating to send to prospective jobs he intended to apply to. His jaw clenched as he deleted the last line he’d messed up, backspacing aggressively.
As the final notes of the tune faded off, he breathed a sigh of relief… before he heard that insufferable song start up. Again.
Slamming his laptop closed, Azriel only saw red as he muttered darkly, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Rhys’ head snapped up from his phone at the violent declaration, lazily sprawled in a brown leather armchair, one leg hitched up on the armrest. He sat up at attention when he spied the livid look on Azriel’s face.
“Wait. Az. Stop—”
Abruptly standing from the couch, Azriel shoved his laptop aside as he trudged down the hall, his footfalls stomping loudly, ensuring Cassian would be well aware of the onslaught that was heading his way.
Azriel didn’t even turn around as he growled back, “It’s been long enough! And if I have to hear that gods damned song one more fucking time—”
“He’s just upset, leave him be. You know what Cass is like,” Rhys reasoned, trailing after Az as he barrelled down the hall.
Azriel had reached Cassian’s room and, not bothering to knock, he burst through the door with such force Rhys was surprised it hadn’t been ripped clean off the hinges.
…I should have held on tight, I never should have let you go
I didn’t know nothing I was stupid
I was foolish, I was lying to myself…
The song pounded through the small space, like a wave engulfing them as Azriel opened the door. The melody ricocheted off the walls of the tiny bedroom, the curtains drawn tightly closed, Cassian seemingly intent on giving the room a cave like quality in his melancholy.
Peering around Azriel’s shoulder, Rhys spied the most pathetic sight he’d possibly ever seen: lying feebly in his bed like an 18th century maiden who had taken ill and required to either be shipped off to a distant aunts’ home by the sea or await her demise on her deathbed, was Cassian.
If Azriel hadn’t been so irritated, he would have laughed, then perhaps felt a little bad for the guy. But as it were, he was just annoyed.
“Cass!” Azriel shouted over the loud music. “Turn that shit down, or turn that shit off, but either way I do NOT want to hear it again!”
Cassian turned his hazel eyes onto his brothers, now both standing in the doorway; Azriel’s face twisted in a look of disgruntled rage, while Rhys’ mouth seemed to be wobbling, either trying not to burst out laughing or truly feeling sorry for his friend.
From his bed, he curled into a foetal position on top of his duvet, clutching his pillow with the most wretched, forlorn looking expression on his face. After a beat of silence between the brothers, Cassian just dramatically started singing along to the words, intent to ignore Azriel’s requests to turn it off.
“When you left I lost a part of me, it’s still so hard to believe, come back baby please, ‘cause we belong together.”
Azriel just exhaled through flared nostrils. “For fucks sake, Cass—”
“Who else am I gonna lean on when times get tough…”
Rhys, this time interjected. “She didn’t even—”
Cassian only got louder, singing over his brothers’ fruitless reasoning. “WHO’S GOING TO TALK TO ME ON THE PHONE ‘TIL THE SUN COMES UP?”
“Cass. She’s only—”
“WHO’S GON’ TAKE YOUR PLACE THERE AIN’T NOBODY BETTER OH BABY, BABY, WE BELONG TOGETHERRR!”
Azriel and Rhys could only stand there dumbfounded, each with various shades of disbelief and incredulity splashed across their faces.
Rhys leaned towards Azriel, his eyes flaring in alarm and flicking towards Cassian before landing back on Az. “You’d think after draining the life out of that song repeatedly for the last 14 hours he’d know the words,” Rhys muttered from the corner of his mouth, a smirk fighting its way across his lips.
Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply, trying to fight the urge to straddle Cassian where he lay and suffocate him with his own pillow. Instead, he just stomped to Cassian’s desk and turned down the volume, Mariah reduced to background noise as his brain finally cleared of its rage induced fog.
“Cassian, get a fucking grip, man!”
“You don’t understand!” Cassian started heatedly, sitting up on his bed, his hair ruffled and matted behind him.
“It’s really not that bad, Cass,” Rhys placated, leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed against his chest.
Cassian scoffed. “Easy for you to say. Feyre didn’t just up and leave you!”
“Oh my god,” Rhys sighed. “Nesta did not just up and leave you!”
“She did! She’s gone, she’s not here!”
“She is on student exchange for two weeks. TWO GOD DAMN WEEKS! You’re acting like she ran off with her yoga instructor,” Azriel exasperated, arms flailing around him as he tried to make his brother see reason and stop the insanity.
Cassian narrowed his eyes, before hurling his pillow at Azriel’s face.
“At least I express how I feel. Pined after Elain much, lately?”
Azriel caught the pillow and promptly launched it back at him.
“I don’t pine! And she has a boyfriend.”
“She dumped him months ago!”
Rhys interjected, sensing one of their infamous brawls brewing, and he didn’t feel like replacing a lamp or cleaning up pieces of broken desk tonight. “Cass, why don’t you just call Nesta? She wouldn’t be starting classes straight away.”
Cassian averted his gaze, a look of sheepishness fleeting across his rough-hewn face. “I tried. I don’t think she’s landed in Japan yet.”
Azriel snorted and Cassian cast narrowed hazel eyes in his direction, as if daring him to say something. Rhys swallowed his lips, smothering his own desire to make fun of his friend as he grabbed Azriel by the shoulder and led him out.
“Well, come out when you get hungry. We ordered pizza…”
Cassian just grunted in response as Rhys closed the door behind them.
They hadn’t reached halfway back down the hall when the music started blaring through the corridor again, Mariah serenading them all once more, to Azriel’s dismay.
“Nesta better not extend her exchange program. I’ll be throwing a sack over his head and abandoning him in a forest otherwise,” Azriel muttered.
Rhys just chuckled, clapping his brother on the shoulder before responding, “It would be no use anyway, he’d eventually find his way back home. He’s incredibly needy.”
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tagging: @offtorivendell @fawnandshadows @swankii-art-teacher @pagemasters @the-laughing-bubble @sakurakittypeach @tswaney17 @wingedblooms @thefangirlofhp @alwayssara @ultadverb
#t writes#a mariah carey inspired cheesy fic#do I have other MC inspired headcanons for Rhys and az?#why yes yes I do#acotar drabble#modern au#nessian#acotar#acotar fanfiction#cassian#azriel#rhysand#bat boys#my writing#cassian x azriel x rhys
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MC Mixer Week 4: Party Games
disclaimer: I haven't fully introduced Viviana yet to the wonderful world Tumblr, only one drabble from SFP Event. If you are interested in a little teaser of the upcoming series click here to read from Cassian's POV. She is a mix of the MC from Witness (very very little bits) and OC (mostly). This is the first time that I am sharing her FC... Actress Barbara Mori
please feel free to take a guess at her TWO TRUTHS and a LIE
Viviana (Ana) Marín
It’s game time! Get to know me! Nothing to crazy or wild, those come later 😉 I’ve given two truths and a lie, et me know which one you think is a lie and in a week’s time I’ll let you know which one is the lie! 🥰
event tag: @choicesmcmadness
#choices witness: bodyguard romance#viviana x cassian#choices mc madness#mc madness#mc madness party games#choices mc madness two truths and a lie
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SLUMBER PARTY
Pairing: Nesta Archeron x Velaris!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, mdni, femxfem, cun*ilingus, hurt&comfort, jealous Nesta, will admit MC is kind of clueless just for sake of story, first story I've done for Nesta's character, might be slight OOC, got a little carried away xDD, I honestly wouldn't mind Nesta dominating me
Words: 5051
Summary: Nesta can’t help the poison that fumed inside of her as she watched (y/n) interacting with every male in Rita’s that sought after the female’s affections.
Nesta didn't mind going out for a drink or two. Hell, it was her favorite thing to do. Or at least it used to be before she moved into the House of Wind. Right now she would very much appreciate a strong fermented nectar. But she had to keep her wits with her. She couldn't enjoy the numbing of the head that drinking brought on.
No, she had the responsibility of watching over you.
Who else would stop you from making a bad decision? If it wasn't for Nesta, more men would be harrassing her for a dance or any scrap of attention they could get from her.
There were two in particular that Nesta had her guarding eye on. And they just had to be the best friends of the night court's high lord. Even if she wanted to rip their linger hands off, she couldn't. There would be a terrible price to pay for that treason. Not that Nesta didn't debate the cost. She was starting to seriously devise a plan on how to get Cassian and Azriel away from you as you blindly giggle and lean against them for support. Azriel wasn't bothered as you bob against him in a drunken haze. He wraps an arm around her shoulders to assist her in standing upright. A few times he tries to coax the young fae to sit down but you weren't having it. To be the only one sitting would be admitting defeat. You'd boasted how you'd be able to drink them under the table. Bragged of your high tolerance (though to be fair, you were already about three drinks in before they arrived) you challenged them. Now your pride would most definitely be injured.
You were a stubborn thing.
It was something that Nesta loved and hated about you.
Cassian dips his head down to whisper something in your ear that has Nesta already making her way across the bar. That was too close for comfort.
Whatever he said made the pointed tips of your ears glow pink. You'd liked what he said and even flutter your lashes at him with your own reply.
"Uh-oh, here comes mama bear." Azriel chuckles at the approaching figure of Nesta that radiated with hostility. He can't take his arm off from you, otherwise you would completely fall into Cassian and make Nesta angrier.
You blink to refocus your sight and turn to where Azriel had gestured his head. Maybe it was all the drinks you had consumed in a short amount of time, but there was something about an angry Nesta that turned you on a little bit. Her eyes were always the lightest of blues but when enraged they intensified into an almost ethereal glow.They reflect the fury inside of her. The cerulean hue seem to dance with an electric energy. You also saw vulnerability in her. A raw authenticity that spoke to the depths of her soul.
"Nes!" The stupid grin you usually had on your face when drunk grew larger.
The spikes around her soften when you address her. Nesta reigns herself in. "(y/n), I think it's time we go home."
You frown at this. "But Az and Cass just got here!"
Ah. It was going to be one of those nights where she would have to be the bad guy and tear you away from having a good time.
Thankfully even Cassian seems to urge you toward Nesta. "She's right. Best to call it a night."
Azriel nods. "Get some rest and drink lots of water."
Annoyed by their sensibility, you grumble and call them a few choice words that only has them laughing as you follow Nesta out. She held your hand, making sure you didn't get lost or fall. Putting one foot in front of the other proved to be difficult in your state. Suppose it served you right for getting so drunk.
The cold Velaris night air is soothing against your warm face. Nesta has you close to her as she slows down for your sake.
"Don't look at me like that." You grumble when you feel her eyes on you.
"You overdid it. Look at you, you can barely walk." Nesta chides.
Hm, funny considering she had been just like you several months ago. Having drink after drink to numb your mind, anything to keep the agony at bay.
You don't give her a reply. Now you make more of an effort to walk by yourself and try to shrug her hand away with a quiet 'i'm fine'.
Your apartment building was coming up anyway and you wouldn't need her assistance from there.
She treated you like a child. You were young for a fae, but in worth of years you were far older than Nesta.
Putting distance between yourself and Nesta caused your unwanted companion to retract her hand as if she'd been burned. Hurt flickers briefly in her eyes but this is soon frozen over into an expression of calm acceptance.
You fish your small brass key out of your pocket and hold it up to the building entrance. Nesta still lingered close behind you. "Thank you for seeing me home, but I've got it from here."
In reply she skeptically purses her pretty pink lips, unwilling to let you go in alone. "I need to make sure you make it up the stairs."
"Nes-"
Her sharp eyes square off against you. "I won't chance you getting hurt. So deal with it."
Bossy. Were all first borns like this? You yourself were an only child and didn't have to deal with pesky siblings, either older or younger.
You knew she wouldn't relent. With a pout on your own face you give in and move so she can walk through the building's front door and help you up two flights of stairs until you were at your apartment door. Your fingers choose to play dumb as they struggle to get ahold of the suddenly slippery key.
Nesta takes your key ring from you and easily finds the one that matches your door's lock. Gently she pushes you aside so she could open the door.
After a long day it was good to be home.
When Nesta was drowning in her own alcoholism, her apartment had been sparse and unfurnished save for a lonely mattress on the floor. No, your apartment was truly your home. You fitted it with the finest tapestries and rugs along with little trinkets that tell the story of your life. You especially like your balcony garden that looks out to the sea of roofs under the beautiful Velaris sky.
Your bedroom is too far away so you settle for throwing yourself on your couch and immediately grab your comfy blanket that you liked to roll yourself in. Vaguely you hear Nesta in the background, most likely in the kitchen.
She sits next to you and offers a tall glass of water. "Drink this."
"I'm not thirsty." If anything you might have to pee soon.
"I'm not cleaning up your vomit again, (y/n)." she hisses. Tough love was definitely Nesta's display of affection. She only acted to tersely with you because of her worry for your wellbeing. She'd seen how violent your hangovers could be. Each time she was forced to nurse you back to relative health you didn't hear the end of it from her. She chastised you along with making sure to show how much of an inconvenience it was for her. She hated missing her valkyrie training. Her move to the House of Wind had been against her will in the beginning. Now she seemed to actually be enjoying it. Not only did she have training to keep her occupied, but also the massive library that lay underneath. Friends were even a staple in her life now. You'd met Gwyn and Emerie. They tried to get you into training too and while you partially entertained the idea, Nesta didn't want you anywhere near the training grounds. She didn't want you getting hurt. That excuse made Emerie roll her eyes and Gwyn laughed at Nesta's painfully obvious protective nature of you. She didn't seem too inclined to treat them like she treated you.
"I'm not your responsibility." You slur and sit up. "You know that right? Before I met you I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I may not know how to fight like you but I can still protect myself if the need arises."
Conflict storms her face, her lips part to say something but she couldn't will her words to come out. Instead she huffs and puts the glass of water on the coffee table. Without anything to occupy her hands, you notice Nesta anxiously toying with her fingers. "I know that." For Nesta, it was near impossible to admit her feelings. A few times you were able to crack into her to see glimpses of the Nesta she hid from the rest of the world. She guarded herself well. But you could tell when something was bothering her.
When you went out drinking (and with the hopes of finding someone to bring back for a quick fuck) you acknowledged the way Nesta glared at anyone who showed interest in you. And when you went off to flirt, there was a brief flash of hurt before she put up her wall. Not for the first time, you wonder if Nesta had deeper feelings for you. Maybe you were reading too much into things and fooling yourself. It would explain her protectiveness toward you.
For the first time in several hours, her eyes turn vulnerable as she looks at the floor. If you still weren't upset with her, you'd most likely be kicking yourself for making her look so sad. "I can't. . . I can't help it. You let those lesser men touch you with their grubby paws. It upsets me greatly." This was all new territory for Nesta but for you she was trying to be open about her true feelings instead of hiding behind her mask of indifference. These moments were so rare and you tried not to blink. In your drunken haze, you sober up slightly and lean into Nesta. At your nearness, you feel her body stiffen but once she accommodates to your close presence she relaxes. She still doesn't look at you but you don't mind.
Tongue loose from your drinking made you vocally question her. "Why do you think that is?"
She huffs impatiently at herself and by the ticking of her jaw you know she's fighting to get the words out.
Thoroughly making up her mind, Nesta lets out a short sigh and finally turns up her blue-gray eyes. How could anyone be so effortlessly breathtaking? Nesta never put on makeup as it was never needed. You'd heard from Feyre that when Nesta went into the Cauldron, she'd already been quite beautiful as a human. But as a high fae her good looks were almost terrifying. Her personality aided in enhancing her austereness. Many were intimidated by her. Even the general himself would admit he would not want to be Nesta's enemy. Especially now that she's been training and getting stronger.
You were never intimidated by Nesta. Not even when you were first introduced to her. Your first impression of her was one where you felt like you were struck by an invisible arrow. She had such an heir of authority around her, forbidding any from getting close to her.
There's a hunger in her eyes as she looks at you now. Her long, black lashes cast shadows over her eyes before she brings her hand to your face. Fingers trail along the line of your jaw, coming to rest on your chin as you stare dumbly at her. You didn't breathe, not even a little bit as the pad of her thumb runs across your plump bottom lip. The trail she'd made from your jaw to your chin burned as did your bottom lip.
"I can please you far better than they ever could." She says finally.
The heat from your face is making your head swim and for a moment you worry that you were actually going to pass out. "You. . ." Nesta had been with plenty before. You wouldn't be her first. But you'd never heard her talk about any sexual experiences with females. She'd only ever bedded males. Yet she was confident in herself that even without any experience with females she'd be able to give you pleasure.
And you didn't doubt that she could, especially if the way you were feeling from just a little touching indicated to how willing your body was toward her. And it would be a lie if you said you'd never had any weird dreams of you and Nesta making out or getting into some real heavy petting. They'd only ever been dreams though with no possibility of becoming real. You never imagined Nesta to be into females, let alone you.
That one word you were able to get out was enough for Nesta to give into her desire and stamp your mouth with a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, so sweet that you wouldn't mind suffocating in the taste of her lips. You never wanted her to stop kissing you. She was all the oxygen you required. Her touches would be enough to keep you sustained for days. You feel yourself becoming drunk all over again, just off of Nesta. She definitely kissed better than any man you'd tasted before. Her lips were definitely softer although her kiss was on the more passionate side. Her kiss held the power of whatever she had stolen from the Cauldron. When she pulls away you're admittedly left delirious.
You're pleased to see that even Nesta's cheeks are radiantly pink as were her newly pointed fae ears. Even she trembled from the intensity of finally giving into her month's long desire. You desire to know how long she'd thought about doing that to you. Or was it simply a spur of the moment thing?
She touches her fingers to her lips, as if to replay the whole thing and reassure what had happened was real.
In seconds she has your lips captured once more, leaning into you with her lean body. She's like a wild cat now that she has grown more confident. You let her do what she wished with you. Falling into her grabby hands that held onto your hips and falling in love with the way she moaned against your mouth. You drank it up greedily and tentative bravery had you placing your own hands on her hips. She freezes but only for a millisecond before continuing with her experimental groping.
Mother above, Nesta's waist was so slim yet her ass was well worked and possessed plenty of muscle mass from her exertions with the rest of the valkyrie. You give it a good squeeze and nearly climax from the guttural sound that is ripped from the female above you. That was all you wanted to hear, morning, noon and night you wanted to hear more of Nesta's moans that were made because of YOU. Your hands scramble for the under curve of her ass cheeks and do the same but while also pressing her closer to you. Slightly she starts to grind against you making you go crazier for her contact. There was a morbid moment where you wanted her to take a bite of your flesh, to get as close to her as was possible.
It's you this time who breaks away from the kiss to throw your head back and moan. She takes this opportunity to rip the front of your dress, her new strength even startles her when it proved to be an easy task. With the action, she frees your tits and by instinct her mouth latches onto your breast. How was it that she made you feel like you were on fire? Like your very veins were melting and your blood as searing as lava. You wanted to combust and Nesta hadn't really touched the part of you that you wanted her to. Her lips make a trail of sharp kisses and nips from your breasts, down your torso until she reaches the extra tender skin of your pelvis. The hair from her immaculate bun is coming loose causing locks of her hair to come free and bounce around her face.
A bad decision on your part for daring to open your eyes and look at her face. No man had ever looked at you the way Nesta did. If she wanted to break you, you would absolutely let her. At that point you would let her do anything to you as long as she kept kissing you with that scorching gaze of her's.
And still she continued her journey further down.
You were a gaping idiot at that point when her nose nuzzles the base of your pubis.
At this Nesta frowns and you're worried that it's something to do with you when she professes "I've. . . never actually done this." That must have taken all of Nesta's courage to utter.
"M-Me neither. I. . . It's okay." You offer her the upward curve of your lips. You move a few of her hair strands away from her face so you could truly admire her. Her skin was smooth like cream and just as silky when your palm strokes her cheek.
Oh.
Your words were like a hammer to a piece of glass. Her face, you'd never seen her quite that naked in her emotions. You felt it from just that simple caress.
Nesta gathers control of herself once more but her smile is beautiful when she kisses the soft inside of your thigh.
Never had you been more grateful to regularly keeping yourself trimmed down there than in that moment. She dives in with her tongue, the eagerness makes you jolt but soon you melt back into your couch cushions. At first her licks are tentative with the tip of her tongue, but once she got a taste of you, you were a goner.
You squeal and arch your back off of the couch. The vibrations of her groans shake you to the core. Using the flat of her tongue she tongues broad laps with her wet muscle. You bit back any noise that would have come flying out. If it had slipped out it would have been absolutely obscene. The urge to buck your hips is a frantic one but Nesta has a controlling hand pressed down on your pelvis to prevent you from moving. You were stuck in her web and at her mercy. Had she really never been with a female before? From the way she was eating you out you found that hard to believe. Even the males who had gone down on you had never made you a sobbing mess in mere minutes. Yet that's where you were right now. Whimpering and crying out to Nesta especially when her lips find your clit and she begins to suckle at it. She took your small bead, rolling her tongue around it occasional before she started sucking again. Now she'd involved her fingers as they prod at your wet opening. Her finger sinks into you with ease.
Nesta is lost in her own little world. She's determined to fill all of her senses with you. To immerse hers hearing with the sound of your moans and the wet noises she made with her mouth on your cunt. All she wanted to touch was your hot skin under her. All she wanted to see was you keening against her every caress. Your lewd blush that spread from your chest and all the way to your face lets Nesta know that you're about ready to explode from her ministrations. Squirming thighs that suddenly seize and quake around her head has her licking and fingering you more furiously. She read each of your cues perfectly. If she sensed that you wanted her to speed up, she did so or if you wanted more intensity, she stuck another slim finger inside of you and started to pump them in and out. No male she'd taken to bed had ever orgasmed as pretty as you did.
Your undoing was a work of art as the coil inside of you had strung so tightly that it snapped. A cry rips from you as the pleasure Nesta gave you drags you down into the depths of your climax. She shows no sign of slowing down even as you're gripping onto her hair and pressing her face closer to your pussy, as if that was possible. A sick part of you wants her to suffocate as well, to be just as swept up in your ecstasy. You want this moment to be the beginning and end of everything. Selfishly you think you don't ever want her to give this to anyone else. Just for you.
You rock your hips back and forth, riding out the last spasms against Nesta's face. Finally, she slows her licks and slowly retracts herself from you. You let out a disappointed whine, half afraid that she would leave now.
Heavily panting, Nesta uses the back of her arm to wipe at her glistening face. You'd made quite the mess on her and you will yourself to feel any ounce of shame. Instead you feel a funny bit of pride. Especially when her striking eyes still haven't left your face.
Now you're grateful for the glass of water she had brought you earlier. From all of your screams and moans, your throat was parched and nothing sounds better than a cold glass of water.
Nesta seemed to be thinking the same thing because she grabbed it before you could even reach over to your coffee table. She takes a long gulp first before generously handing it over to you. You chuckle. Well, she did do a lot more work than you had. She deserved the first sip.
A comfortable quiet wraps the both of you up better than any blanket could. Questions buzz incessantly through your mind but the only one to be loudly expressed was "Did I taste good?"
Your partner burst out laughing. You didn't think it warranted that loud of a laugh but you smile regardless. Any time you were able to make Nesta laugh, whether intentional or not, was a win in your books. "Could you not tell?"
The heat still hasn't left your face when you nod your head. "I...It sounded like you did."
"You were delicious." Nesta tells you seriously this time that it's you whose laughing now. She stretches her body across you languidly.
However, you flip her so now she's the one on the bottom and you on top. She looks stunned for sure as she blinks up at you with owlish eyes. You grin before kissing her.
"Well now I gotta have a taste of you." Even though you were sobering up well, you had your newfound confidence egging you on. You wanted to be the one to taste and touch.
Nesta is hesitant to let you be the one in control but complies and adjusts under you so that the both of you could still be liplocked as Nesta assists you in removing her skirt. It was a tight pencil cut that really showed off her amazing figure. Her teeth nip lovingly at your lips, the nails on her fingers rake against your bare thighs. Her proud and beautiful face all your's now to admire. This was a new side of her that you were enjoying very much. Full lips possessing small bite marks from your own excited bites.
Diving your face to her exposed neck, you bit the vulnerable skin there and she thrusts her hips in an upward motion. You lick the juncture of her neck and jaw before biting down and suctioning a small circle of skin like she had down with your clit. There will be a mark when you were finished. Possibly several by the end of the night but this would be the first of many. You pull your head up to admire your work. A lovely purple and red circle was blooming onto her peaches and cream skin.
Your fingers toy with the edge of the blouse she wore. With coy (e/c) eyes, you look down at her. "Can I?"
She smirks and nods, keeping her attention centered on your fingers as they pop open the many front buttons. When you got to the swell of her tits, you gulp suddenly finding yourself nervous. Slowly they pop each one open to reveal her mauve lace bra that holds up her well endowed breasts. You squeeze your arm under Nesta so you could unhook the back of her bra with a quick pinch. Immediately, her brassiere loosens in the front to where you could finally remove it from her being. Your hands cup under her breasts to weigh them in her hands. She had the definition of abs on her torso as she flexes due to your touch. Was her mortal body as perfect as this one? Yes, most likely.
From her heated eyes, she delighted in your gaze revering her body like a temple. And as any fervent devotee you bow before her. You worship first her thighs as she had done with you. Already you can smell her want and desire from her core, she parts her legs for easier access. You couldn't inhale her essence enough. Now that you were up close and personal with her beautifully pink pussy, you ignore her annoyed hand trying to pull your face back into her. With the softest touch, you part her lower lips to examine the glistening folds. Petting the outer lips with a feather light stroke. The muscles in her thighs have small tremors running through them. Nearly sighing at the sight, you slide your finger between her creases and grin at how wet she was. You gather her slick with your finger and use it to make small, smooth circles over her clit. All of your movements were of the barest pressure which makes her furiously buck against you for more traction. Could you be blamed for wanting to take your time in memorizing her? You didn't know what tomorrow would be like, if regret would curdle when the both of you woke up. That was if Nesta was even going to sleep over. It could be a simple one night stand where neither of you talk about it ever again. For now you'd take extra care to remember what you could.
You give her lower lips the softest of kisses that has her writhing. Nesta's fingers find your (h/c) hair and twist your locks around them for any kind of support as you were sending her mind spiraling. Nesta's past lovers probably had not been as generous as you. From what she'd shared with you, most of her illicit relations were done when she was black out drunk and didn't remember much the next day. Pleasure wasn't something she was looking for, only something to numb her brain and make her forget. You'd make up for the foolishness of males before you. Make her acknowledge that there should be no one else but you when it came to pleasuring Nesta.
Surprising her when you finally delve your tongue inside of her, Nesta's cry has you getting wet between your legs all over again.
Cauldron help you. Was this how you'd tasted to her?
Nesta was absolutely divine in taste. How was it possible for anything to taste as sweet as Nesta? No cock you had ever sucked could compare to the flavors that assault your tongue as you tongue fuck her in between kitten licks and paying attention to the swelling bead above.
Her thighs bracket either sides of your face and she clamps down on you without mercy. That was alright with you. If you died between her legs, it would be the most honorable death you could think of. Your fingers still had her wet lips pulled apart so you could fully consume her.
Breathing became inconsequential. Your lightheadedness was a ramification that prohibited you from noticing the thighs squishing your head were a seizing mess as Nesta came quite quickly, much faster than you had when she was eating you out. You didn't notice the impercetible jerks of her body as her climax ebbed and subsided.
Only when her legs slacken off to the sides and she's pulling your face up do you see her bright red face, her panting chest that made her tits move up and down. With her hand still buried in your hair, she pulls you up her body and smashes her lips into your's. Your face is still a mess from your meal but it didn't seem of concern to Nesta as she's sticking her tongue inside of your mouth. She must have tasted herself on you. It would be impossible.
Deliriously you kiss her back, still trying to get oxygen back into your brain.
Your living room is filled with your combined panting and Nesta's.
Weakly, you lay your head on her chest and her hand on your hair softens as she begins to pet it back into place. "You came really fast."
Nesta chuckles, making your head bob as she did so. "I've had little patience for males lately. It's been a while."
For neither of you having been with a female before, you'd say it was a success.
With a content sigh, you nuzzle your face between her breasts. "Well I guess that's good for me."
"Good for us." Nesta corrects before pushing herself off and out from under you.
Disappointment has your heart dropping to your stomach. Oh, you suppose since she'd had her's, it was time for her to leave.
Sullenly you sit up, ignoring the state of your undress to watch her.
Instead of putting her clothes back on and heading to the front door, she's making her leisurely way to your bedroom and casts a glance over her shoulder. "It's late. Lets go to bed." Nesta's face is uncharacteristically soft as she beckons you to follow her.
You couldn't move fast enough off the couch.
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{Smoke on the Water} Azriel x OFC {Pt. 1}
Okay guys I know it has been a hot minute since I did something ACOTAR related, but I really like how this turned out! As always, feel free drop your thoughts in the comments and in my asks!! Also the title is from this song and is basically my MC's themsong (it's so badass). Also also this is gonna be a series so stick around and if you'd like to be tagged lmk!!
Word Count: 6,132
Warnings: language, violence, blood, mentions of r**e, set after ACOSF, potential spoilers??? A lot of plot building for this part
Summary: The Inner Circle meets Prythian's fourth strongest and most powerful Illyrian.
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CASSIAN POV
“Cauldron alive,” I heard shouted over my shoulder. As I looked, I noticed one of the males in the ring with another. The first male, with short hair clipped down to his scalp, was bleeding from his nostrils quite steadily. The other male, with exceptionally long hair and much broader wings, thrust his foot into his abdomen.
Cheers and whoops sang throughout the camp, coins and bronze chips piled high on the corners of the mat. They were placing bets on the fighters.
“They’ve been at it for over twenty minutes now,” Nesta said. I had just gotten here after a meeting with Rhysand, I merely came to see how her trainee’s were doing with their new instructor.
Rhysand made it clear to Devlon that the females in Windhaven needed to have more to their unnecessarily brutal lives. In return, Nesta became the unofficial leader of the Valkyries. She took great pride in it; it glowed from within her when he suggested it.
I was here because she mentioned this specific Valkyrie she wanted to introduce me to.
“Have they now?” I quirked my brow, fists placed on my hips as I watched the two of them full on brawl. The male with the longer hair hand tightly wrapped bands around his fists, soaked in blood. From his or his opponents, I wasn’t sure, but it was so dark it was almost black.
“I told you I wanted you to observe her,” Nesta murmured, gesturing to the show before us.
That was her? Her frame was anything but feminine. But when they switched sides of the ring, her face was softer. Not soft, not supple and smooth, but she didn’t have a pronounced features. Dark hair and eyes and this feral expression within them.
With a final blow to the bottom of his chin, the Valkyrie knocked him flat on his back, an uproar rising from the crowd. She stood over top of him, shoulder rolling up and down with breaths. She said something to him, but I couldn’t make it out from here.
Maybe I’ll go find out for myself.
Other camp members threw up more coins and such, leaving them in heaping piles for her to collect. The bloodied and swollen male limped away, a look of pure shame, regret, and revenge on his face.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes as I passed.
“Khyra,” I called to get her attention.
“Lord Cassian,” she bowed her head. I returned it, taking in her exerted body. She wore no shoes and cut off pants. Her shirt was stained with the other male's blood. It couldn’t have been hers, she didn’t have any cuts. “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve seen you’re beginning to leave quite a reputation behind,” I pulled down one of the ropes for her to climb through. “Nesta speaks highly of you.”
“As she should,” was all she said. As she stood in front of me, it was clear that she was certainly not built like the rest of the females. Not like any other female I had seen before, either.
The top of her head rested at my nose. Khyra’s hair was a lighter shade of brown now that I was up close, eyes to match. But her frame is what I couldn’t figure out. Her muscles looked more like those of the males, especially her legs and arms which were exposed to the humid air of the summer. She was riddled with scars and marks, none of which came from today’s spar.
“My mate asked that I come and watch your training. She says it is not anything she has seen before, in her few years of training Valkyries.”
“I am most certainly not like the other Valkyries, Cassian,” she snorted, tossing on a longer shirt, folding in the ripped seams of her cut off pants.
“Clearly,” I retorted. “Is your training complete for the day?”
“Not at all.”
“Do you have another round in you?”
She gave me a wicked look. “I don’t know, Lord of Bloodshed, are you looking for an asskicking?”
“You seem very sure about yourself,” I climbed into the ring. “If Nesta is as sure of you as she says she is, I don’t see the harm of asking for a fair fight to truly test your abilities.”
“Are you sure you want to play this game?” Khyra gestured to the injured Illyrian that was tending to his wounds a few feet away, sending us dirty looks.
“I’d want nothing more.”
I hardly even saw her move. She was just there in front of me in a split second, her hand striking across my face. My head jerked, but snapped back just as fast, balled fist flying towards her. Khyra evaded with minimal effort.
She was agile, limber and could throw her body into the air and deliver a devastating blow. The next few she didn’t land on me, but she rolled off the mat and took my legs out from under me. My hands landed behind me, propelling me forward as I lunged for her.
It was clear that she wasn’t just another Illyrian female. No. She was something no one had seen for a long time. Her punches were stronger, her kicks impossibly fast.
For what felt like hours– and what probably was– we spared. Sweat seeping out of us, mixing together when we’d collide like two ancient forces. Blood sprayed from our mouths, our noses and cut eyebrows.
The sun was near setting, an extensive crowd gathering around the ring, more bets being placed as to who would be the first to conceded.
Khyra whirled behind me and I spun a little too late. She landed a devastating side kick to my diaphragm and I dropped to the mat, clutching my chest. Her knee ground into my cheek and I sprawled on my back, eyes hazy and half closed. She placed her foot on my throat and pinned me to the ground, not enough to close off air but a firm reminder of what she was still capable of doing.
“How would you like to lose your pride? By conceding now or getting knocked unconscious by a Valkyrie?”
I groaned, blood streaking down my face and bare chest. I tapped the side of her ankle with lazy fingers and she released me from my pin. Khrya took the moment to admire her handy work; bringing the most powerful Illyrian to his knees was not an easy task, and I knew I’d never live it down.
Not that that was a problem. Clearly she is far better than any of us have realized. A warm pride simmers through me at the realization that Nesta was the one to awaken this in her. She was one tough fighter, I’ll admit that.
She was quick to gather her belongings, sending a threatening glance at those around us to get out of her way before she did to them what she just did to their commander.
“Thanks for the session, Cassian,” Khyra groaned, bending to pick up a canteen off the floor. “Next time, if you’d like a chat, a chair and a nice cup of broth would be much nicer.”
As she walked off, there was this presence about her. She was... lethal. In a way I hadn't seen in decades.
“Khrya,” a voice shouted, Emerie’s, “You did that to Cassian? Are you out of your mind?”
“He started it,” she shrugged, tossing a shirt over her shoulder. I had ripped it to shreds when she speared me mid air; I was just trying to get a hold on her, but she was far more nimble than I was. Able to slip through my grasp so effortlessly. “He asked to dance so I showed him how to tango.”
“I’m not sure I know what that means but you might want to keep an eye out for him. He is not exactly known for his kindness and second chances.”
“Well,” she sighed, bending over to relace her boots, “If he does decide to go for round two, I’m sure he’ll think twice about coming alone.”
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“Oh, Cass we were just getting ready to… what the hell happened to you?” Rhys grimaced as he looked at my face.
We made it back to the House in the next couple of hours, not without having Nesta tend to my wounds in the camp. My eye was swollen shut, bruises matching across my face, knuckles, and ribs. I hissed as I tried to gain feeling back in my severed lip.
“Nesta insisted that I go check out this Valkyrie, Khyra. Safe to say that she is not like the other trainee’s.”
“How long has she been a Valkyrie?” The High Lord asked, taking in my beaten and swollen face.
“According to Nesta and Emerie, just about five weeks?”
“Five weeks?” his eyes nearly fell out of his skull. “Five weeks and she did that? I don’t think so.”
“It’s true,” Nesta emerged from around my shoulders, a very amused look on her face. “Glad to see that she put a beating on you. You need it. And yes, Khyra has been training for just over five weeks now. At least with me. When the new trainee’s came signed up, she lined up with them. She cut the ribbon on her first day.”
“Should we be keeping an eye on her?” Rhys asked, taking up his spot at the head of the table. “Do you think she will overtake the camp? Gain a following and start a council?”
“No, she doesn’t need to be watched,” I groaned while getting into my seat. “All I know is that she is damn strong, we went at it for a few hours.”
Rhys gave me a look. I knew that look. Like it wasn’t the whole truth. “I'm serious, Rhys. she’s… she’s that good.”
“That may be, but I don’t know if I like the idea of her starting fights for money. We cannot afford to lose more people to this revolution that is already pressing on our weak spots.”
“I think you ought to go and speak with her,” Nesta takes up the seat to my left. “She’s far more powerful than you’re expecting.” I did not appreciate the gesture to my beaten and battered face. “What, it’s true, isn’t it?”
“I thought you were on my side?”
“I am,” she rested a hand on my forearm. “But she’s my protege, am I not allowed to be proud of her for knocking your pride down a few pegs?”
I just rolled my eyes. “What do you think, brother?”
Azriel just tipped the wine glass to his lips. “I think that any female who can make you look like that is a female worth talking to.”
“Okay, when did this become ‘berate Cassian hour’?”
“I don’t know but we should make it an annual tradition,” my mate grinned. I pinched her thigh hard as a warning for what would be to come for that remark.
“Cauldron alive, Cass what the hell happened to you?” Mor was not shy when she leaned over to look at my face better. “I thought you were just going to Windhaven to-”
“I did,” I snarled, letting my shoulders sink down into themselves, wincing at the hurt. “Now can we all shut up and enjoy a meal?”
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KHYRA POV
There was a soft knock at my door and I stopped my chopping to answer it. On the other side were three tall, familiar faces. The High Lord, his Spymaster Azriel, and the Commander of Windhaven armies, Cassian.
All three looked mildly pissed off.
“Khyra, is it?” The High Lord spoke with an unforgiving coolness to his voice, violet eyes boring into mine. “Cassian tells me that you are rather well equipped and well versed in combat, despite only having been training for a little over a month.”
“Come to receive a set of shiners like him, did you?” I crossed my arms, leaning against the frame of my door. “Is there something I can do for you three or can I go back to the stew I’ve been prepping all day?”
Azriel’s eyes followed the trail of the design in my leathers. To the siphons glimmering in the glow of the end of the day sun. Cassian seemed to notice them in the same beat, as well as the High Lord. He straightened his tense shoulders.
“I’d like to personally invite you to Velaris, my home, if you’ll accept my offer.”
“Per what terms?”
“No terms,” Rhysand shook his head. “A mere visit, if you’d like.”
I scanned them all, not truly believing his words. I pushed off my shoulder, leaving the door open behind me as I went back to my station in the kitchen. Their shuffling indicated that they came inside.
“I am honored, High Lord, but I am afraid I must stay here,” I sighed. “I now have everyone out to get me since I have made my intentions very clear in this camp. There are bastards who want to beat me, take my spot, rape me, clip my wings… you name it. I can’t leave my cabin unattended. And, before you offer, I don’t need a guard dog, so save your breath.”
“Your choice, Valkyrie,” The Shadowsinger spoke, his voice deep and raspy. “I suggest you take our High Lord up on his offer.”
I turned to look at them. “If I leave, they will burn my house to the ground and everything inside. Now unless you plan on repurchasing everything in here, recrafting centuries old artifacts and irreplaceable family heirlooms, then sure I’m all ears. But I cannot risk sacrificing everything I’ve worked and hustled for because of a visit.”
“I can make sure that there will be no harm done to your property,” Rhysand assured, a flicker of light in his hand. “Your belongings will remain untouched.”
I watched as he placed a barrier over my small residence, I could feel its power emanating around me, against my bones. It rattled my teeth.
“Can it be another evening, I don’t want my food to go to waste,” I contained my eye roll. I did not feel like traveling. I was sore and spent from training, still nursing some injuries from taking on the General Commander. Even a few weeks later.
“Azriel will winnow you in, see you at the house.” I guess it was not up for debate. Great, a good portion of my winnings from my fight against Cassian gone to waste.
I flicked off the stove, cutting off the coals oxygen supply so the fire would die out quicker. The High Lord and Cassian were gone when I came back into my main hallway, the Shadowsinger relaxed against the wall.
“Have you ever winnowed before?” Azriel asked.
“No,” I said.
“If you vomit all over my leathers I will forward you the bill for the cleaning,” he said very upfront. Jeez, this male had no sense of humor. Well, if I had scars like his, I’m not sure I would either.
I closed the door behind me, placing my hand on Azriel’s shoulder. The world dissipated, tendrils of darkness clouding my vision. Light streamed in, a magnificent house standing before me, a river running beside it.
All the hair stood on the back of my neck as I felt the powerful wards put up around the manor. I made sure to keep my mark on all of them, my four siphons glimmering with life against the darkness of my leathers.
I followed behind the Shadowsinger, my height nearly his. The shadows protruding from him circled around me, trying to draw me closer. I kept trying to shew them away, but they refused to budge.
“Apologies,” Azriel said, casting his eyes away from mine. “They roam, especially when they are curious.”
I just hummed, watching one disconnect and latch onto my fingers, swirling and darting around.
We came to a grand room, the High Lord and Cassian already inside, sitting in various plush cushions and chairs made to accommodate wings.
“Khyra, please sit. I have something I’d like to talk with you about,” The High Lord had a small smile on his lips, the facade now vacant as the stars shone in his eyes. “After Cassian made his trip to Windhaven last month, it has become clear that you are an elite Valkyrie, surpassing Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie in their training. It is a wonder how you became so vibrant with your power in such a short time. You have four siphons, that is well above the male average. And there hasn’t been a female to wield siphons. Ever.”
“Your point?” I shifted in my seat, muscles locked and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
The High Lord shared a look at Cassian, then to Azriel, as if to ask if they were ready to agree upon something they previously conversed about.
“We want you to join us, here in Velaris, and become a part of Court Assets. Officially as Commanding Officer of the Valkyrie Warriors.”
The words hung heavy in the air, floating around my head as I looked from the High Lord to his Illyrian counterparts.
“And what if I refuse?” I asked.
“Khyra, I highly suggest that-”
“I said if, not that I was going to,” I interrupted the Shadowsinger. He surely liked to be a nuisance. “What if I don’t wish to command the Valkyrie?”
“Then that is your own choice, there would be no consequence.”
“And if I were to accept?”
“You would work directly for me, living here, if you wish. Not in this residence, but in our House of Wind, or finding your own space, if you’d like. Or you could remain in Windhaven. Cassian and Azriel would be who’d train you on military tactics and war strategy. They are far better versed in it than I ever was.”
I, again, looked around the room, an unreadable expression on Cassian's face, but even more unreadable on the Shadowsinger. The air was tense, unwavering debate filtered in and out of me with each breath as I weighed my options in my head.
“What would my responsibilities be?”
“Training the new recruits, overseeing the Valkyrie training rudiments and things of that nature. Conducting recruiting events around Prythian, basic war simulations, and keeping the different camps from killing each other.”
“Sounds really rewarding,” I didn’t stop my eyes from rolling this time. “This doesn’t sound like something I’d want to sign up for, I much prefer being a soldier, High Lord.”
“You will still be a soldier,” Cassian pushed off from beside Rhysand. “Even as your own legion of Illyrian warriors, the Valkyrie still fall under my overall jurisdiction. You don’t stop your training, it just shifts its focus.”
“So instead of getting to kick the lesser male's ass, I get to kick yours, fantastic.” I rubbed the space between my brows, “Fine, I’ll accept your offer. But I do not wish to leave Illyria, I don’t see a reason to.”
“If you change your mind, our borders are always open to you, Khyra,” Rhysand gave a final nod. “Would you stay for dinner? To meet the rest of our Inner Circle?”
“Inner Circle?” I scoffed a laugh. I snickered, but the three Illyrians didn’t seem to find it as funny as I did. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t intend on becoming friends with your acquaintances. This is strictly business.”
“We are a family here, Khyra, and we operate as such. We have built a strong bond and it is what has allowed us to prevail time and time again. It comes with the job offer. That is not up for debate.”
“Fine,” I said flatly. “Are we done here? I’d like to get back to my cabin and change before I attend.”
“Yes, you are free to go,” Rhysand pressed his lips tightly against one another. “I will have Azriel winnow you back, dinner is in just a few hours and flying takes far longer than that.”
I didn’t miss the glare Cassian sent his High Lord as I followed the Shadowsinger out of the house. When we materialized in front of my cabin, I didn’t offer for Azriel to come inside. He didn’t follow, or ask to, thankfully.
But that shadow lingered, curled around my wrist like a never ending bracelet. It slithered up my arm and across my neck to the other, intertwining between my fingers and back. It was a cool sensation, leaving behind a night kiss on my skin, an echo of its presence on my body.
I changed into the finest clothes I had, which was a fresh pair of Illyrian leathers. Brand new, purchased just the other day from Emerie’s shop. She had taken to designing the Valkyries their own distinct patterns. My previous ones I stole off the back of some male during my time in the Blood Rite.
These new ones were even bolder than the last ones, its intricate scaled design curving around my body; up and around my chest, around my thighs and backside. I situated the emerald siphons in their casted holsters, attaching my Ribbon to my wrist, bringing my hair in the ancient Valkyrie way. I let the fish skeleton braid fall over my left shoulder, tucking away the shorter bits in the front.
When I emerged, the shadows came back, enticing me to the front of the door, right to where Azriel stood.
The male was a sight for sore eyes; his deep hazel eyes shimmering with flecks of deep brown. His hair stark against the plain gray sky. He was built more similarly to the High Lord, more lean than Cassian was. The shadows swirling around his shoulders, around the tips of his wings, writhing and whispering in his ear.
“We don’t wear our fighting leathers to these sorts of events,” he answered even though no question provoked one. He was a bit of a hypocrite since he was wearing his own. He must’ve seen the unimpressed look because he said, “I haven't had the chance to change.”
“I am proud to wear my leathers,” I stood my ground, meeting his eyes. “If you have a problem with that then I suggest you learn quickly how to keep your shadows to yourself, Illyrian, before I send them crawling back to wherever they came from.”
My threat didn’t go unnoticed, the emeralds thrumming with desire to emphasize my discretion. Azriel gave me a pointed nod, but winnowed back to Velaris, nonetheless. This time we ended up in a dining hall, a long table decorated with wine cloth and flowers stained the air. The setting sun filled the room with the most vibrant colors I’ve ever seen in my life.
A very stark difference to the barely golden hue Windhaven got on the day to day.
“The others are not ready yet, and I thought that Cassian and I should use this time to get to know you better,” Azriel took a seat by the corner, one of the four chairs that were made to accompany wings. I took the one across from him, the General coming in moments later and taking up the one beside him.
“I’m surprised you haven’t done a complete background check,” I snickered, jutting my chin out to the swirling dark behind the Shadowsinger.
“We have,” Azriel gave an equally bored sigh. “They just didn’t find anything relevant.”
“I am a pretty lucrative person, Shadowsinger. I don’t kiss and tell very easily.”
“We are well aware of that. When did you first come to Windhaven?” Cassian asked.
“I was born here,” I propped my chin on my palm. “Unlike you three, this wretched place is the only one I’ve ever been to. Besides Velaris, now I suppose, but I’ve never left.”
“Any particular reason?”
“Revenge,” I said coolly. “My father raped my mother, as I am sure you all are familiar with inside these camps, and I saw it justice enough to bring him to his own fate. That was last year, and ever since I’ve been training on my own. Emerie wouldn’t leave me alone in regards to the Valkyrie training. So I went, cut the ribbon, and kicked Cassian's ass. Now I'm here.”
“We’ve heard about you,” Azriel looked me up and down.
“I’m curious as to what you’ve heard,” I crossed my arms across my chest, tucking my impressive wings tightly behind me.
“We knew that you were quite the Valkyrie from Nesta’s tellings, but to see it in action is a whole other level,” Azriel started. “It is quite impressive to see a female of your height and build, and to see you move the way that you do. Cassian said it reminded him a lot of watching our High Lord train when he was younger. The fluidity of your body, the way your weapon becomes an extension of your arm. It is smoothe, and original. Not a forced practice like some of the others.”
“I feel as if that is precisely what everyone should be doing,” I countered. “Everything has to stop being so by the book and a lot more about energy and flow. About the why and less about the ‘because I said so’.”
“It takes some warriors decades to learn what you have in just a few weeks,” Cassian expressed, leaning forward on his elbows. “Even we weren’t as good as you are now in that short time.”
“Is that your way of saying that I’m better than you?” I asked the General.
“Do you honestly believe that compared to my five centuries of experience that you’d stand a chance in a real battle?”
“Yes,” I gave a short nod. “Granted I might be smaller than you, have three less siphons, but it makes you scared that I am equally as capable as you are, doesn’t it? You too, Shadowsinger. Your little friends haven’t left me alone since we met hours ago, I think they know that I am not to be taken so lightly.”
The room was silent, save for all our breath. Through the quiet I could hear a strap unlatch, the sound of metal scraping across cloth itching my ear. I locked eyes with the Shadowsinger, able to feel the microscopic vibrations of his movements through the shadow that was currently sliding up my ankle.
He clasped a blade in his hand.
My eyes shift to Cassian who seemed to spare Azriel a worried glance. A rush of voices snapped us all out of the intense staredown, the High Lord and Lady entering the room, elbows locked around one another. I stood up, not having been raised without some respect for our Court Masters.
“Khyra, this is Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court,” Rhysand wore a proud smile.
“A pleasure, Lady,” I returned her smile, despite the shiver crawling down my back.
“Feyre, please,” she waved off. “I see you have met Cassian and Azriel already. We’re just waiting on Mor and Amren, my sisters are coming in any second.”
As told, the two older Archeron’s entered the room, giving their pleasantries to the two winged brutes at the table. I’m sure none of them heard the blade sheath back into its place.
Morrigan, who was far more beautiful than I anticipated, entered next, followed by a bob of black hair behind her. Those silver eyes must belong to Amren. They all took seats around us, conversation filling the room.
I answered the questions I was asked, but never made an effort to ask my own. To me, all of this was still business. I kept a close eye on the Shadowsinger and the General. Both of them kept an eye on me.
When dinner was around halfway over, Amren spoke. “Khyra, I would like to hear about your beating on Cassian. The amount of copper and gold pieces I would’ve given up to see that.”
I felt my throat close. “He was looking for a challenger, and I accepted. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“No no,” Nesta wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth. “Khyra and Cassian went at it for hours, there was quite the crowd. She won by a longshot. I’m sure I would’ve been killed if I tried to do what you did, I know better than to get in the sparring ring with that fool.”
“I can’t believe you willingly fought Cassian,” Elain said, a blush to her cheek.
“Like I said, I just accepted the challenge,” I speared a carrot onto my fork, letting its snap echo. The cool brush of Azriel’s shadows crept up my skin, and I shot him a glare. His gaze was firmly on the plate in front of him, or his High Lord as he spoke to Nesta.
I watched him intently, taking in the scars on his hands. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t beautiful.
The inky tendril crept up my chest, up my neck and to my ear.
“Keep these to yourself, Shadowsinger,” I grit through my teeth, its presence igniting my flesh in an unnatural way. His jaw worked, refusing to look up at me. “I mean it.”
Cassian caught the hiss from across the table, casting a glance, pausing his chewing. I heard the strap unlatch yet again, this time hearing his grip suction around its handle. I kicked the leg of the table as hard as I could, its corner collapsing closest to Azriel. He, along with everyone else, jumped back, and I caught a glimpse of the blade in his hand. Its power trembled in the air.
He lunged for me, and I effortlessly evaded, using my strength to shove the table into his body so he’d have to make an effort to get to me. Plates and glasses of unfinished wine were shattered on the floor, crunching under my boots as I hurdled over the broken wood, driving my hand into Azriels throat.
He let out a gasp, swinging his arm at full force to try and scrape me. I steadied myself out of the way, bringing my arms up to protect myself when he came right back. I managed to avoid any attempts he made, but Cassian was quick to aid his brother. I kicked behind me straight into the General’s knee, sending him to the ground.
Azriel was back on me in seconds, his body twisting and turning in every which way, shadows whirling around and around. I landed a kick to his gut, and sent him into the wall.
Cassian tried to tackle me, but I rolled with him, landing on top and delivering a catastrophic blow right to his sternum, then right where his neck met his chest, leaving him gasping for air. I braced for Azriel when his hands clamped around my throat.
I curled my legs up and over myself, latching his head in between my knees, throwing them down. He tumbled, and I squeezed as hard as I could. Pain pierced my body, that blade he had been wielding now several inches deep in my thigh. I didn’t let it falter my grip, using my legs to pin his frantic wings down.
His eyes began to flutter close so I released him, scrambling to my knees, ripping the blade out, and dragging the gasping Illyrian against my chest. I gripped his chin and held the blade against it, taking a look around the disheveled room.
I was met with the intense and furious eyes of the High Lord– as to be expected– but Feyre and the others seemed to have this look of awe in their eyes.
I pressed the blade deeper into his throat, and he hissed. I stood, dragging him with me. I locked my fingers in his hair, kicking him to his knees.
“Okay,” the High Lord spoke all too calmly. “You’ve made your point. I suggest you let go of my Spymaster or you’re going to meet a very lovely place underneath a very tall mountain.”
“You think I’m afraid of the Prison?” My laugh was anything but friendly. “I slaughtered my own father, I face a fate far worse than rotting in a chamber, High Lord. That would seem like a vacation for where I’m going.”
“Let go of Azriel. Now.” He demanded, and I felt razor sharp talons creep down my spine, caress my soul as a gentle reminder of the things he was capable of doing. I did not loosen my grip, nor did I break my eye contact.
“Rhys,” Feyre spoke, “Get out of her head.”
The presence left and I let my breath go. They seemed to exchange a heated conversation behind their eyes, and Rhysand came back looking defeated. I dared a glance at Cassian who slowly pushed to his feet, joining everyone on the other side of the room.
“I suppose she will do,” Rhysand tilted his head, a more impressed look coming over his features.
“Suppose I will do for what?” I snarled, strengthening my grip on the blade.
“I hosted this dinner tonight to see how well you could handle yourself against a threat. I asked Cassian and Azriel to provoke you and take you on, at the same time, merely just to assess your skills and see what you are capable of. Mostly because I didn’t believe him, and partly for my own amusement. Clearly, you are far stronger than any of us realize since you were able to survive an attack by Truth Teller and are still standing. Remarkable.”
My blood boiled, burned and scalded my insides so deep I thought about throwing the blade at the High Lord himself. I gave Azriel one good blow to the back of the head and he went tumbling forward, completely stunned and unable to move. I planted my foot in between his wings, pressing deeper and deeper until he cursed.
“Lie to me one more time and I will bring down a terror on you so vast you will not have time to prepare or to run or to hide. I will start with the Shadowsinger, then your General. Then I will tear every Illyrian to pieces and leave their wings on your front door step as a reminder that I am not one to betray. You think you have an idea of what I am capable of, High Lord? I do not take dishonesty lightly, I suggest you don’t ever let it happen again.”
I took my foot off his back and dropped the blade to his side. Rhysand watched me closely, tracking every single one of my movements.
“I think I might need to find myself at training tomorrow,” Morrigan whispered to Nesta. She gave me a heady glance from head to toe, eyes burning.
“Consider this your formal introduction to our Court, Khyra,” Rhysand gave a blisteringly fake smile. “But I suggest that if you throw threats in my home again you should prepare to never walk out of here again.”
My mind seized yet again, and I fell beside Azriel. My neck strained, and my vision darkened.
“You were invited here as a guest, and for a place of employment. Don’t take it for granted because I can easily find a replacement and send you to the Court of Nightmares.”
Spit collected in my esophagus with the force of his hold on me. “See you say that and yet, there is no one capable of competing against me. We all know that.”
Through my strangled speech, he had this scowl on his face. He dropped me and I rubbed the ache in my shoulders. “Your post will begin, effective immediately. You will report here to me every week and discuss the things that are being discussed and spread through the camps. While you are in Windhaven, you will receive one on one training from Cassian and Azriel to further develop your skills.”
“Great,” I pushed to my feet. “Am I excused or do I need to finish all my vegetables before I can leave to go play?”
I saw Morrigan suck in her lips, Amren with a wry smile on hers. Elain had a deep blush, Nesta a smirk to match Amren’s. Feyre looked equally amused and concerned, but didn’t give me a look of disgust when I brushed past.
“Oh, and Khyra,” Rhysand’s voice made me pause in the hall. “If you ever threaten to kill Azriel or Cassian ever again, I’ll make sure you never see a Velaris sunset ever again.”
I don’t know how, or why, that made me recoil, but it did. I guess if I had one thing to look forward to, it’d be that. Seeing anything other than gray and brown and the general bleh that was Windhaven.
“Noted.” Was all I said.
#I love badass female characters 💞#acotar fanfic#acotar fanfiction#acotar fandom#azriel#acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x ofc#rhys acotar#feyre archeron#mor acotar#amren acotar#elain archeron#nesta archeron#cassian acotar#acosf
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ACOTAR Completely Fell Off After Book Two
- A popular opinion
I've said it before and I'll say it again, book five is unmitigated bullshit. Everyone's personality got fucked except Nes and Cas. Like, come on, Feyre becomes a nobody, Rhys becomes an asshole, Amren attempts to convince Rhys to take over the fucking world, and Mor in implied to be jealous of Nesta. What??? She's jealous that Nes is hooking up with Cassian??? Why? On so many levels that makes no sense, and Maas never goes anywhere with it.
Book one was strong, book one could function as a stand-alone. Book two was also strong, if and only if book three was strong too and delivered on the expectations, loose ends, and unanswered questions book two had left us with. Spoiler alert, it didn't.
The King of Hybern is a shallow, one-dimensional antagonist. I've met Disney villains with more justification, Marvel villains with more backstory. Naruto gave me better antagonists than ACOTAR. Rhys does some questionable shit in this book. Amren dying and then undying with no explanation takes all the meaning and weight out of her sacrifice (and look what she went on to do in book five, get her personality completely overlooked for five minutes of tension. Stay dead, girlie) The list could go on forever.
I think we all know what happened here. Maas had no idea what to do with her story beyond book two. Book one, solid. Book two, solid, but leaves book three with some work to do. Book three, does none of that work, bs. Book four, it's 200 pages and doesn't count, filler. Book five, unmitigated directionless bullshit. Wtf was happening with that human queen??? Nothing that happened in the “main plot” of that book made any sense (whether we're diving in and taking this as their lives that they're living or as Maas's fictional narrative) the only good part was Nesta and the girls.
Anyway, so concludes my rant. I love the Court of Dreams to death, but they deserved a better author and a better story.
OH! And wt actual f is going to happen in this alleged book six???? Like, book five's ending felt like closure. Please god tell me this is not going to be an Elaine x Azriel switching POV like book five🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 The only thing worse would be if it was a timeskip and Nyx is our MC. I would actually burn the book.
OHHH! I also hate that Nesta and Cassian are mates. I really thought Feyre and Rhys would be destined love, soulmates, an example of how beautiful it is when the bond works out, Nes and Cas would be love without the mating bond, and no less valid or beautiful, and Elaine would be finding her mate and choosing not to take him, and also choosing not to take the other suiter. I thought Elaine would end up either with Greysen or with some rando from Velaris (if rando, then off page. The series would end with her single and happy)
Anyway, yeah✌🏼
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acomaf#acowar#acofas#acosf#rhys#Rhysand#Feyre#Elaine#Nesta#Cassain#Azriel#Amren#I said what I said#sarah j mass#Sarah J Maas critical
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Absolute Angst Masterlist:
The Nature of Things
The Games We Play (Part 2) [Fluff, Fight, Makeup]
Horrors of Hewn City
Rough Terrain (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) [Enemies to Lovers, Smut]
Come Back [Daddy!Az]
Just Hold On
Haunt
Walk Away (Part 2) [Breakup, Makeup]
Burning Man [Daddy!Az]
What Lies Ahead (Part 2) (Deleted Scene) (Deleted Scene 2) (Deleted Scene 3) [Enemies to Lovers]
Bitter [Enemies to Lovers]
Aftermath [Angst]
Quisling (Part 2) [Angst]
You Too [Daddy!Az, Daddy!Rhys, Daddy!Cass]
Truth–Teller & Soul–Stealer
Not Me
Run Into Trouble(Part 2) [Longing]
The Truth I Can’t Tell (Yet)[Pining]
Thawing A Frozen Heart [Pining]
Not the Same But Closer Than You Think [Young!Az, Friends]
Concord [Daddy!Az]
Snatched [Daddy!Az]
Goldenrod [Sexual Tension, Exes]
Cupid’s Chokehold (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)[Enemies to Lovers]
Warrior Status [Daddy!Az]
The Safeguard [Daddy!Az]
Nightlight (Part 2) (Part 3 - Coming Soon) [Vanserra!Reader]
Lips of an Angel (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4 – Coming Soon) [Sad Boy Weekend, AU!Wren]
Can We Just Stay Here? [TW: Mental Health]
All the Words We Cannot Say [MC deaths]
Alone (Part 2) (Part 3 - Coming Soon)
Winter Winds [Daddy!Az]
Bloody Knuckles and the Songs of Death (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5 – Coming Soon)
You Keep Me Sharp and Test My Worth in Blood [Vampire!Azriel]
Whispers in the Wind [Tamlin's Sister!Reader, Angst, Fluff]
A Fighting Chance
What You Made Me (Part 2)
Shattered Me
Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died [Smut, Hate-Fucking]
Ace of Hearts [Modern!Cassian]
Tonight I'm So Lonely [Rhysand's Sister!Reader]
Trying to Forget It
Torment
Destination Unknown
Promised to Another [YA!Rhys]
Run Baby Run [Vampire!Rhys]
Safe Haven (Part 2)
Fire & Water (Part 2) (Part 3)
Better Left Unsaid
You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire [Smut, TW: slight masochism, slight sadism]
The Autumn Chill
Live for Tonight
The Other Woman [Longing]
My Happy Ending
Wrong Side of the Right Coin (Part 2) [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Smut]
The Lady of Fire and Night [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Smut, mxm reader watches]
Dismissed [Azriel x Eris x Reader]
Dead by Dawn (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14 – Coming Soon) [Azriel x Cassian x Reader, Modern Zombie AU, Smut, Slow Burn]
Bloody Hearts (Part 2) (Part 3 – Coming Soon) [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Modern Mafia AU, Angst, Smut]
Cinders and Smoke [Azriel x Eris x Reader]
Torrential [Knox x Reader]
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Blurb Requests are OPEN!
Starting now through Monday, June 19, send me some prompts and I’ll write a five to ten sentence blurb based on it! Help me shake the rust off on my writing (and write for a few new characters!)
You can either: Send me any NSFW headcanon you have, and I’ll write a blurb.
Or -- send me a prompt from THIS list, and I’ll write a five-sentence blurb.
Or -- send me a word to build the blurb around. Any word you can think of. The more evocative the better!
Any super-cute scenario you like? Send it! (NSFW is OK, but not required!)
Who I’ll write for:
TASM!Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)
Any of the TGM characters (Rooster, Fanboy, Javy, Phoenix, Hangman, Payback, and Bob)
Fanboy x Cielo specific requests
Kendall Roy, Stewy Hosseini (Succession)
EZ Reyes, Angel Reyes, or Coco Cruz (Mayans MC)
Jamie Tartt, Dani Rojas, or Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)
Any Danny Ramirez character (Fanboy, Joaquin Torres, Ash, Gabe, etc.)
Any Ben Barnes character (The Darkling, Billy Russo, etc.)
Joel Miller and Tommy Miller (TLOU)
Cassian Andor (SW)
John Wick
Don’t see your fav up here? Just ask! If I can write it, I’ll give it a go!
Tagging some lovelies: @withahappyrefrain @joaquinwhorres @mxgyver @mortwig @joannasteez @inklore @gretagerwigsmuse @arctvrvs @spiderispunk @bobfloydsbabe @ryebecca @petcr3 @its-gita-time @drew-garfi @phoenixhalliwell @ohmagawd-life @flightlessangelwings
#requests are open#send some prompts!#tasm!peter parker x reader#rooster bradshaw x reader#mickey garcia x reader#fanboy garcia x reader#mickey fanboy garcia x reader#javy machado x reader#natasha trace x reader#jake seresin x reader#bob floyd x reader#kendall roy x reader#ez reyes x reader#angel reyes x reader#coco cruz x reader#jamie tartt x reader#dani rojas x reader#roy kent x reader#joaquin torres x reader#billy russo x reader#the darkling x reader#joel miller x reader#tommy miller x reader#cassian andor x reader#john wick x reader#danny ramirez#fanboy x cielo
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i know tumblr is dead a lot of the time but i am desperate for some plots ! my brain is rotting all i want to do is write ! below is a bunch of plots and wanted opposites i have ! please keep in mind i only write with people eighteen plus and on discord ! if you are interested dm me or like this post !
wanted opposites : taylor zahkar perez , paul mescal , aubrey plaza , fabien frankel , ruby cruz , yahya abdul mateen ii , brady skjei , sabrina carpenter , havana rose liu , may calamawy , devon aoki , kieron moore , drew starkey , mason gooding , samara weaving , alperen duymaz , riley keogh , gabriel luna , jacob elordi , adrian kempe , rachel zegler , calahan skogman , chay suede , jessie mei li , zazie beetz , david harbour , emma d'arcy , kiowa gordon , roman reigns , olivia cooke , joseph quinn , anna diop , amita suman , freddie carter , danielle galligan , mia goth , henry golding etc
ships : taylor zakhar perez x nicholas galitzine , emma d'arcy x olivia cooke , emma d'arcy x ryan corr , drew starkey x odessa a'zion , courtney eaton x sophie thatcher , mason gooding x jenna ortega , joe keery x natalia dyer , anna diop x brenton thwaites , sean teale x adelaide kane , brett dalton x chloe bennet , hilarie burton x jeffrey dean morgan , deborah ann woll x jon bernthal , / finnick x annie from the hunger games , bella x edward from twilight , rosalie x emmett from twilight , leon x ada from resident evil , dick x starfire from dc , adult richie x eddie from it , van x taissa from yellowjackets , yennefer x geralt from the witcher , lorna x alex from xmen , scott x emma from xmen , steve x bucky from marvel , spike x buffy from btvs , haley x nathan from one tree hill , kate x anthony from bridgerton , eli x claire from degrassi , seam x emma from degrassi , rhys x feyre from acotar , nesta x cassian from acotar
plots : yellowjackets multimuse but oc , slasher/scream inspired mumu , sons of anarchy style bikers , you thought i died but actually i'm a vampire and we haven't seen each other in a hundred years , queen charlotte oc plot , gay witches or gay pirates or cowboys , 13 going on 30 plot , literally the plot of ez and emily from mayans mc where he goes to prison and tries to dump her turns out she's pregnant but they meet eight years later and mess ensue , messy girl and sexy priest , frat boy x friends little sister plot , messy rich gossip girl shit , arranged marriage , angsty historical people
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From the host... This was such a fun event! I can't thank our talented creators enough for making SFP such a success! I thought I was simply hosting an event, but rather, I got to chat and get to know know several of y'all, and in turn, you blessed me! Thank you for sharing your gifts and creativity! Hugs all around! 🖤
Please go check out these fics! Give them a like, reblog and/or a comment! You will really make someone's day brighter!
Also, don't forget to check out the stories from the Home Team!
⚾- Fic created with the help of the Concession Stand
🔞 These stories are intended for mature audiences only. 🔞
The First Kiss ⚾ - @twinkleallnight
Location: Domestic, Fun
The Royal Romance; Drake Walker x Olivia Nevrakis
Paint the Night (Colourblind) - @socalwriterbee
Location: Water
The Nanny Affair; m!Sam Dalton x MC (Marie Castro)
We're Still Friends - @txemrn
Location: Work/School
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)
Wildflower ⚾ - @peonierose
Location: Domestic
Open Heart; f!MC (Keiki Lahela) x m!OC (Koa Haulani)
Sweet Escape - @socalwriterbee
Location: Work/School
Witness: A Bodyguard Romance; m!Cassian Keane x f!MC/OC (Viviana "Ana" Marin)
Fever - @ofmischiefandmedicine
Location: Water
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Laura Levchenko)
The Lighthouse ⚾ - @socalwriterbee
Location: Fun, Water
The Royal Romance; Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis
Pearls - @txemrn
Location: Domestic
The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks-Rys)
Conquest - @the-pale-goddess
Location: Fun
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Tiffany Addams)
The Long Way Home - @cariantha
Location: Water
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Sawyer Brooks)
Sleepless in New York, Chapter 10: Darkfall - @karahalloway
Location: Domestic
The Royal Romance; Drake Walker x f!OC (Harper Gale)
Ti Amo Molto ⚾ - @tessa-liam
Location: Fun, Water
The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks-Rys)
A Wild Ride - @kristinamae093
Location: Fun
The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks)
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CFWC FotW - May 21 - 27, 2023
18+ = Adult/Mature Content 🔥 = Explicit Material/NSFW
🔹 = Submitted to CFWC 📱 = Edits
CRIMES OF PASSION
Vigilance And Other Nice Qualities |Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads
DESIRE & DECORUM
The Cursed Heiress (Series) | Ernest Sinclaire x F!OC - @noesapphic
Chapter 17: A New Dawn 18+ 🔹
IMMORTAL DESIRES
How Do I Love Thee? | Cass Harlow, Gabe Adalhard, MC - @lilymoonstars
IT LIVES WITHIN
Five Times They Had a Nightmare and 1 Time Lia Had a Nightmare - @slightlyobsessedwithstories 18+
Sorting Stuff Out | Amalia de Leon, MC - @slightlyobsessedwithstories
THE NANNY AFFAIR
Paint the Night | Sam Dalton x MC - @socalwriterbee
OPEN HEART
RED CARPET DIARIES
Sparks of Hope | Thomas Hunt x MC - @alj4890
THE ROYAL ROMANCE
WITNESS
Sweet Escape | Cassian Keane x MC - @socalwriterbee 18+
CROSSOVERS
The Nanny Affair / Open Heart
Once (Series) | Sam Dalton, Ethan Ramsey, Robin Flores - @peonierose
Part 4 18+🔹
#choices fanfic#playchoices fanfic#playchoices#choices the stories you play#crimes of passion#desire & decorum#immortal desires#it lives within#the nanny affair#open heart#red carpet diaries#the royal romance#witness#chocies fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week
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MC Mixer: Viviana x Cassian (Week 3)
When will they arrive? a bit late to all events
What are they drinking? Cocktails always for Viviana, Cassian did turn her on to Stouts, which she loves. Being of Irish Heritage Cassian enjoys Irish Whiskey and Stouts
What kind of party-goer are they? Viviana is a wallflower, she rather be at home, reading, studying and getting lost in the classic literature. She is normally tugged along but once she is out she has a good time. Cassian is even more of the laid back type when able to but always on alert.
Event tag: @choicesmcmadness
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Developping characters
TW: If you like ACOTAR and are not an anti-fan,pls don't read nor comment meaningless hate.
There is a lot of war ships with characters that I will admit feel empty and devoid of character.(Looking at you Azriel/Cassian/anyone else ig) And don't start believing I hate these characters,it's more like I'm disappointed in them and their enormous potential which go wasted with excessive s*x scenes (ngl). I wouldn't mind lots of s*x , if the characters actually had more than toxic chemistry but anyway that is like only a portion of the post...
First, let's adress the female characters, who, by the way, got placed solely for the main male characters. I'm gonna start with Feyre,who is technically our MC, she had potential in the first book and when she wasn't whipped for Rhysand...But it got horrible after that.(I'm not gonna include many example but there is this: When her and the others are discussing Velaris and she points out how unfair it is for the other courts...etc.) Feyre would have had a great arc,if she had actually gained the love of "her" court but instead, Rhysand, gave it to her on a silver plate...Which annoys me greatly. Her character got thrown out to uplift a male "love" interest? Bad and so annoying.
I really feel like writing a fic where she realises how horribly she is treated and leaves, only to return and actually help the Night Court in its entirety. BTW, she stays single and only cares for her court and her kid. I'm not going to dwell that much on it.
Nesta, sweet Nesta with SO much potential that was just there but it all got thrown out to fit a angry-immature bastard. There is so many things wrong with their relationship that abusive doesn't even cover half of it. Plus, her development is only partially good because, compared to Feyre, she actually got decent friends.(It's like the only good part of ACOSF in terms of relationship.) Honestly, one of her greatest asset as a character is that she could have been a wonderful courtier , if she absolutely had to work for the IC. But yk what I would really like? Nesta living a comfortable life, reading books and gossiping with her friends. To make this realistic and make her earn money normally, she could work in a library and devour more books all day. I mean she has the looks, the emotional calm and patience to deal with people. An another wasted aspect is her magic. What's wrong with powerful female characters with no love interest, who doesn't sacrifice their power? It's not like she absolutely has to use it anyway.(Not gonna elaborate,since my idea is pretty vague.) That's all I'm gonna say for Nesta. :(
Elain,who was more of a side character for all the series, still has potential but I feel it is gonna be wasted if she goes with like Azriel but it could work with Lucien, since he has a more fleshed out character.(No hate to Elriel but pls, Azriel is a bland character and honestly also had great potential.) Personally, I would have liked it if Elain ended up with an another side character who didn't have much "screen" time like Gwyn or even Mor at this point. But again, that is a preference!
SideNote: I have more to say about the Archeron sisters but I'm lazy and might make a post about each of them indivually.
Now for the bland ass male character! Yay!(this is sarcastic btw)
Rhysand, NO, I don't want to talk about him.
Cassian, a 500 years old, had a some potential that got wasted for a typical trashy toxic and abusive romance. Honestly, I'm curious why SMJ didn't write him like a sort of Eris and Lucien combine? Like he has the talent of a cunning general but the heart of gentleman with more lawfully good morals. (Is my idea clear?) Like he keeps his energic and liking to battle but isn't an abusive ass? He would have had more chemistry with Nesta that way, like being smart and kindly energetic which matches Nesta's smart but coldly affectionate demeanor. (I'm simplifying their character really bad rn) Anyway, that's all for him,while I do have ideas for how their relationship could have evolved, I'm not gonna post them here.
Azriel, I'm gonna go full rant mode, was one of the main side characters with the most wasted potential and bland character. He basically has no personality beside a weird obsession with "righteous" females? Though I am glad he had enough decency with the Archerons (exclude Elain.) but even then, that is a terrifying low bar for a male character. Plus, it's not like SMJ didn't write about his personality, it's more she never "proved" his personality. Like, you want me to believe he's cunning but make him duel a potential ally only for a woman? Nah, no way. An another wasted aspect is his abilities influencing the narrative? Like I get he's not a main-main character but he could still have more influence,since he is like the spymaster. Just like how Cassian could have more influence, since he is the general? But obviously, all that potential thrown out to write about s*x and more s*x.
(Side note: Since the serie is still not finished, there may be a chance Azriel gets slightly better.)
Overall, I think and have a strong opinion that SMJ wasted a good storyline with bland characters with wasted potential, while promoting toxic relationships and romanticising trauma and abuse.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
#anti-acotar#anti-IC#anti-feyshand#anti-nessian#anti-acotar characters but it's more disappointement than anything#gwynlain or vassalain 'cause they get labeled as simple main interest.#azris bc they have potential and I don't like massive age gaps#no hate only harsh criticisim about a huge aspect of writing a book#these characters deserved better#SMJ critical#ig#pro the vanserras and some side characters#this is my opinion#the ships aren't really the point here#single Feyre#single Nesta
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I'm so sorry this will be long but I have to get rid of this to someone who understands me, your last post brought it all back up 🤧 (I apologize for any grammatical errors, english is not my native language)
Acosf got so much missing potential, I don't even know where to start... There are so many things that could have be done better
Nessian:
Where is the chemistry they already had in acowar? Where is the build up they already had? Why start at zero and make it all about s€x at the beginning. This one scene at the beginning where Cassian should bring Nesta to the river house and when Nesta then opens the door he first noticed her skinny appearance but then is stuck with her tatas like excuse me sir but your priorities are wrong right now 🤨. They had their cute, bonding and hot moments but it could be done better, there could be more. I think there is a reason many simping for Nesta × Eris when one dance had more sparkle than nearly half of the book.
Cassian himself:
That something i noticed only at my secound read because Acheron sisters >> bat boys so I focus more on them but yeah what about Cassian?? We learn nothing new about him and now this is a bit fronty but he sometimes gave me Wattpad Bodybuilder/Trainer vibes 😑 like where is our 500 years old Illyrian warrior, the general of the NC?
The plot (what plot?)
Do I have to say much about the pregnancy plot? like *🥲* You have already written a post or rebloggt i don't remember for sure which summarized it well. But you know what bothers me it could have been good. It was maybe a little fast because feyre has first said in acomaf she wanted to take her time but then came acofas where we have seen her wish for children (we are not talking about Rhys breeding kink💀😂). But why the fish was Feyre's pragnancy in Nessian pov?? I really like Feysand bonus chapter. Rhys crying from joy, they thinking about names and so going on. Cute moments between a couple becoming parents. Why make the pregnancy about Nesta? Why not showing us the joy and sorrow from Feysand's pov?
The blood rite was not better, ngl it was nice to read but glad that so many agree that it was unrealistic that they won. Would they have suvived, sure but win? No. The valkyries won against Illyrian who trained since childhood for the blood rite. Like okay how unrealistic you want to be?
The rest of the plot was basically training and fu€king so yeah 🤷♀️. The only aspect i found kinda interesting was the whole plot about the troves.
And when we at the plot,
Illyrian and the illyrian culture:
Two words: MISSED POTENTIAL. (and your post which is the reason i am writing this essay 😂💃) It is not like that we got a love interest who is Illyrian himself. Who suffered under the Illyrian but still wants to reform them, didn't give the hope up on them. Like we didn't get a woman as a friend of the MC who suffered under the Illyrian, who got her wings cut and was degrationed by them. Emerie my love don't get enough resignation. Like we didn't had Nesta training with the priestesses, why limit it only to them why not involve Illyrian women, why only train at HoW? Even why it was just the valkyries they could have made a statement while training in front of the Illyrian woman similar as Nesta did it at the libary to encourage the priestesses (and then they are not the Griel stans saying Az and G will reform the Illyrian like 😭 You know Az who hates the Illyrian and G who isn't quiet ready yet to leave the libary *me taking a breath* )
Nesta's healing jounary:
It was good but again it could have been better. Really i cried at the scene with Nesta and Cass at the lake, where she had her breakdown but there are some points i didn't quiet get. This are just my reading experiences but at the end it was not like she got to control her inner anger but it kind of just vanished like 20 years of rage just puff. Her healing jounary was at some points a bit fast in my eyes but to be fair Feyre had 3 books and Nesta only one.
The relationship between the Acheron sisters:
This is one point that makes me sad but it was disappointing how little bonding time between the sisters we got. Of course Nesta's monologe while saving Feyre was heartbreaking sweet and the end scene where Nesta is running towards her sisters with Nyx sleeping in Elain’s arms is lovely.(Both are one of my favourite scenes) But I wanted more. Where was the dialoge between the sisters? Where was the convertation why Nesta and Elain didn't help Feyre in the first book? Why was Nesta so nasty fowards Feyre?
And lean on that the the friendship between the Valkyries:
I really like their friendship, they all helped each other to heal.
But there's one little thing bothering me and i completly understand if someone disagree on that. This is again my reading experience. The Acheron sisters have a communication problem. I like the friendship between the three but it feels a bit like Emerie and Gwyn are replacement for Feyre and Elain. But to be fair i have kinda the same feeling when it comes to Feyre and the IC. Their found familes are somewhere replacements for their sisters because sisters are not able to talk slove their issues 🙈
(and now also your point that Nessian wouldn't work in canon. They are a modern AU couple and make no sense in canon. 😂🥲 But i still love them 😌)
I am sorry i jnow this was long but i have no one to talk about acotar in my friendgroup, lonely bookwurm here ☕️ plus in the acotar-fandom you need be careful where you criticise Acosf for many is this book the secound bible 💀😂.
If you made it this far, I just wanted to say I love your blog. You were one of the first Acotar blogs I followed back then. Love your posts and fics 💓✨️
Thank you and I pretty much agree with you on every point.
The complete decimation of Cassian as a character, the lack of any meaningful movement and change in the sisters' relationships, everyone communicates terribly, Rhys is an asshole, the IC are failures in just about everything, Amren should've been dead, the 'it's just sex' thing is dumb, NO ONE will ever convince me that Nesta is the kind of person who'd use sex as a coping mechanism.
Honestly, my expectation of a good Elain book, of Elain's character not being foolishly destroyed, is almost at zero. Unfortunately, I expect it to be horrible. Which is sad. Because SJM can write good books.
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I think the hatred stems because the fandom often puts Feyre and Nesta at war with each other. I’m mostly on the Feyre tags sphere so I do often see cases where they switch Nesta as the OG trilogy MC. While it’s honestly fine because we’re free to imagine whatever we like and it’s uncommon thing in fandoms, it got to the point wherein they are openly anti-Feyre despite claiming otherwise and exaggeratedly try to downplay her skills even though canon says otherwise. “Nesta is so smart. Feyre can’t read” “She’d solve the riddle in no time coz Feyre is stupid.” “Nesta’s so good at dancing, I bet Feyre’s a bad painter.” “She’s a better queen than Feyre.” And many other things. It went to the extent of pushing Feyre aside so they can *shudders* pair N and Rhys (even though they make zero sense) and these are all just coming from Nesta stans not Rhys stans and it’s funny ‘coz these are the same stans who hate Rhys. So these occurrences somehow sparked Feyre stans’ to conclude that there is a portion in the fandom that likes to downplay and “steal” Feyre’s journey (and actually hates Feyre even more than Rhys) and make certain scenarios that already described Feyre’s character but likes to pass it down to Nesta. So there are some content that’s like, “so…it’s basically Feyre but just a different name.” I guess it’s the reason why Feyre stans are a bit more alerted when posts similar like that swarm the tags. Like how Nesta is being vilified in the fandom (and I can say, that it’s excessive hate), Feyre’s character is also surrounded with misogynistic and ableist takes coming mostly from Nesta/Valkyrie (and Tamlin) lovers and I think each side already has a tainted impression of one another because of how often they take advantage of the character tags to post passive-aggressive posts towards the character. I’m sure that IC stans aren’t so innocent and I have seen them made a lot of toxic and harmful comments as well. So I guess the acotar fandom’s more like, “You stay on you lane and I’ll stick with mine” I think the fandom’s pretty fragile rn with the very evident divide between IC vs other characters. Paired that with the ship wars between Elriel and Gwynriel. While I’m more pro-IC and a Feyre kinnie, I still have a soft spot for the the three sisters. I agree on one reply that for your peace (and to not start another fandom war), if it’s an anti-Feysand post, it’s best not to use the Feyre and Rhysand tags. I think half of Nesta stans don’t ship Nessian so it’s a bit different for Feysand because majority/almost all Feyre and Rhys stans/whole acotar fandom have long established Feysand as the couple.
Anon, thank you for being so clear about it.
I want to be honest with you that many of those things describe stuff similar to things I've said and posted about.
But I also wanna say that I do feel like the three sisters - more so Nesta and Feyre are at the heart of my view of acotar. I think how similar yet different they are makes so many of those scenarios interesting to explore but I've never thought of just replacing Nesta with Feyre.
Eg if Nesta went to the Spring Court it would have been just as fascinating to see Feyre's journey to the wall to get Nesta back. For me the men in the series are kinda just complimentary, sorry if that sounds mean.
If I imagine N x R it's not because I want Rhys to treat Nesta like Feyre, it's just because I think they'd 8 out 10 times not work out romantically but seeing them work together would be interesting.
If I imagine Feyre as a Valkyrie it's because I miss certain aspects of Feyre's character that's unique to her, that I feel Nesta doesn't have. I personally don't see Nesta really ever working with Lucien as sjm planned or Cassian as is canon but I think it would be so easy for those characters to fall in love with Feyre because of who she is.
I dislike Rhysand, I won't lie to you. Like Cassian, I think how they treat their mates and how sjm uses the narrative for them makes real romance (in the way I see it) very difficult to imagine. In certain ways that I think he takes advantage of Feyre, I don't think he would be able to with Nesta - not cause she's better, just cause they're different.
I also am not really one of those stans who buys into Queen Nesta being literal like Queen of Hybern or Prythian or whatever. I just think that given her canon background she fits the political sphere better than Feyre does, the same way Feyre fits the action heroine and girl with a big friend group vibe better than Nesta does
I just want to be free to explore both sides of those narrative switches but it feels like the Feyre stans root her identity in her being with Rhysand. She was the saviour of Prythian, she killed the Middengard Wyrm, she trapped and befriended a Suriel - things I don't believe Nesta could do - so putting all the weight of her identity into "High Lady" the only one of her titles she owes directly to Rhysand is kinda sad and condescending to me.
Anyways that's for this open and honest dialogue
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