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starfall-spirit · 14 days

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Star-kissed Night Beneath My Wings

@polyacotarweek Day 5: Favorite Tropes~Duty & Desire, Mutual Pining across the centuries

Polyship: Feyre/Rhysand/Cassian/Azriel

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AN: This AU was Inspired by @disturbingly-silent's Seraphim!Feyre HC. Thanks for letting me run away with this, lovely!

This fic is going to set up the general AU and then I'll be returning with a few more chapters that dive into what happened in the first war and how the poly dynamic worked for Feyre and the bat boys.

Summary: People say the worst part of war was the bloodshed. The friends you'd fight beside and lose along the way. Maybe her mates were still alive and breathing, but Feyre had lost them all the same. She knew she'd made an unforgivable choice. Five centuries later, she still wasn't quite prepared to face the music.

OR; Seraphim!Feyre x Bat Boys

Rhysand told himself nothing about the visit to Cretea would distract him from his end goal. No matter what was said or who he saw when he landed on that island would keep him from securing the Seraphim legions in the war against Hybern. Yet he still found himself accepting the bottle of whiskey Cassian passed him the moment he entered the House of Wind. Still found himself slumping in his low-backed chair between his two brooding brothers and drinking straight from the bottle.

Amren grimaced, but said nothing about the pity party the three of them were hosting. His cousin, however, was too much of a busybody to let it slide. “You can’t be certain you’ll see her tomorrow. Or in the battles ahead of us. Who knows where Drakon will order whatever battalion she ends up lumped into.”

“Lumped into?” Cassian scoffed. “Drakon won’t be lumping her into anything, Mor. You saw her out there. Barely more than a child, then. With five centuries under her belt…”

Feyre Archeron was remarkable in every sense of the word. He couldn’t forget her skill set in combat any more than he could forget the feeling of her body pressed against his in those few precious nights they shared. Her soft hair tangled around his fingers, the sweet sounds she made, caught between him and his brothers. The glaze in her eyes when they’d map every inch of her wings before letting her return the favor. It was the worst sort of torture, those memories. And beside them, that yawning pit in his chest. Because his mate—their mate, however the fuck it was made possible—had walked away.

And they’d let her. They’d stood there in silence, lingered just long enough for Rhys to cloak the island himself. And then they’d winnowed home as if their little bubble of happiness in a world gone to hell hadn’t just shattered.

Now, he supposed, they’d see where that landed them.

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“Rhysand?” Feyre sputtered. “As in, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.”

Miryam dismissed her alarm as if it was nothing more than an insect. “You say that like you didn’t call him a friend those years ago. Whatever rumors may claim, we know the truth.”

“That isn’t—” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Miryam clearly marked the defensive motion, but said nothing. “I’m not making assumptions or villainizing anyone. I’m just wondering why they’re visiting after centuries of silence.”

“Feyre, we all knew Hybern wouldn’t stay down forever. The king has had time to lick his wounds and build a grudge.”

She frowned. “You think Night is here for war aid?”

“Among other things.” She stilled at that voice, smooth as silk and sharp as the legendary blade he kept. Azriel. And on either side of him were the other two males she’d abandoned. “Hello, Feyre. Long time.”

“Yeah.” Guilt was already sinking its nasty claws into her, more invasive than any daemati mind games. “It has been.”

She made herself look at each one of them in turn. Azriel, who like always, kept his face neutral, emotions shut down. If he had any feelings about seeing her here, she couldn’t read it on his face. Cassian had a mask of his own, one that made him seem like an open book to most. But he had become Rhys’ commander for a reason, just as she had become Drakon’s. It was a glint in his eyes and a waver in that charmer’s smile that said the wound she left hadn’t healed entirely. How could it, without a formal rejection? She was even more of a bitch than she felt like that day.

As for Rhys, the look on his eyes made her wonder how much stock could be put in the rumors she’d heard about the Lord of Nightmares. There was nothing of the young prince she’d tangled with in the soft moments between the chaos of battle. Here they were, caught up in another war, another moment of calm. So much was left unspoken, yet nothing went unheard. What cold first words did he intend to deliver?

“A commander. Just as we expected.” She blinked, waiting for something to follow that would cut her to the quick. “You were the best among your peers, after all.”

“Thank you.”

A loud clap broke the tension building. “Hello, old friends,” Drakon exclaimed, gliding up from behind her and greeting the trio warmly. “Let’s all find a seat, shall we? Get down to business. Rhys, where’s your delightful cousin?”

“Home, keeping things moving with the other High Lords. We intend to host a meeting, and gather reinforcements. Secure the other six courts’ armies before our continent is cleaved. Hybern has the Cauldron and is using the weak points in the wall to begin his invasion. Even with their numbers behind us, if we can gain the loyalty of solar and seasonal…”

“You’ll always have my people willing to fly beside yours, Rhys. Just tell us where we’re needed.”

The High Lord nodded. “Thank you, Drakon.”

“Of course. Feyre of course knows how best our current military can be of service.”

Her chest tightened. She knew exactly where this was going. “I’m glad to be of help, however I can.”

Cassian chuckled. She wondered if her friends could hear the hollowness in it as clearly as she could. Their eyes locked again, warrior to warrior, soul to soul. This was not going to be an easy road to travel. "Of course, pressing as all of this is, we shouldn't waste the opportunity to simply catch up," the general said. Not to mention it's been ages since I've had the pleasure of sparring with a seraphim." Sparring. So that's how he was going to play this. "Care to be my first challenger, Feyre?"

Drakon huffed. "Stop flirting with my commander, Cassian."

Another soft laugh, but he complied all the same. Still, simple as the words were, they'd done their job in summoning the past. Feyre only hoped she wouldn't caught in a mess by the time this was all through; that she'd survive whatever storm her mates would bring upon them all.

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#acotar #feysand #feyssian #feyzriel #feyre x rhysand x cassian x azriel #poly+acotarweek2024 #fanfiction #seraphim!feyre #mated to all three bat boys #yes i said all three #we're all here to ignore canon anyways and who's to say you can only have one mate?

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shallyne · 1 year

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"Careful how you whine. Feyre calls us Illyrian babies often enough."

Azriel chuckled. "Her flying has improved enough that I think she's entitled to do so."

Proud big brother Azriel, awwww

Acofas, chapter 16

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sjmcrackshipmonth · 1 year

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SJM Crackship Month July 2023

1. All crackships are welcome. They can be from Crescent City, ACOTAR, or TOG, and we welcome cross series crackships as well, like Bryce x Azriel, Nesta x Manon, etc.

2. Please don't be rude to others. This is supposed to be fun and we will not welcome any hate!

3. How much you participate is optional. Please don't feel like you need to do every single day!

4. Art, Edits, Fics, all are welcome!

5. Please use the hashtags #/sjmcrackshipmonth #/sjmcrackshipmonth23 and tag the blog if you wish to be featured on the page that way we're not missing anyone!

6. No reposting other's work unless you've been given express permission to do so

I can't wait to see what people come up with and I hope everyone has a great time!

#sjmcrackshipmonth #sjmcrackshipmonth23 #Casslain #Neris #Feyzriel #Gwynlain #Jassa #Targwyn #Bryceriel #sjm #sjm crackships #ACOTAR #Crescent City #TOG #A Court of Thorns and Roses #Throne of Glass #sjm crackship #acotar crackship #acotar crackships

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Uploading Schedule

Nov. 22nd - Azriel x Reader | Broken Bond pt. 2 (request)

Nov. 24th - Cassian x Reader | Good Things Take Time (request)

Nov. 27th - Feyzriel | My Heart Is Yours (request)

Nov. 29th - Azriel x Reader x Eris | Bond (request)

Dec. 1st - Azriel x Reader | A Court of Shadows and Dragons (request)

Dec. 4th - Azriel x Reader | The Joys of Parenthood pt. 2 (request)

Dec. 8th - Azriel x Reader | The Joys of Parenthood pt. 3 (request)

Dec. 14th - Azriel x Reader | Period Headcanons (request)

#azriel x reader #azriel #feyzriel #azris #cassian x reader

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feyresdaughter · 1 year

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A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 13:

Y'all know which chapter this is.

A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior.

Can you hear me screaming? I'm definitely screaming.

I loosed a shuddering sob over the burning gag. Cassian’s Siphons flickered in response, as if the sight of me, at Eris’s hand—

CASSIAN'S SHADOW FLICKERED IN RESPONSE? BUDDY IS SAVING HIS SISTER

Azriel. I began crying in earnest, some leash I’d kept on myself snapping free as my friends landed.

Azriel is also there to save his sister. Go hun!

“I suggest you drop my lady.”

Okay, I'm officially deceased. Please bury acofas with me, thanks.

The wrath that twisted Cassian’s face was world-ending. But his hazel eyes slid to mine. A silent command.

No no no, you don't understand how special it is to me that they can talk without words AND WITHOUT FEYRES DAEMATI POWERS

I rolled, scrambling away. Cassian was already there.

Awww, he's already there. I wonder what he will do

And Eris screamed as the Illyrian blade punched through his gut.

Hehehehehe

“Stop,” I said. The word was a soft, cold command. And Azriel and Cassian obeyed. [...] I met the hazel eyes of the shadowsinger. The cool face that hid such pain— and kindness. He had come. Cassian had come. The Illyrians fell into place beside me.

They fell into place beside her. Two big brothers protecting their little sister. Oh, and of course

“I am High Lady of the Night Court,” I said quietly to them all.

THEIR HIGH LADYYYYY WOOOOO

“There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” one of Lucien’s brothers spat. A faint smile played on my mouth. “There is now.”

Ugh, shut up. Nobody asked you. THERE IS NOW, BITCH

I caught Cassian’s gaze , finding pride glimmering there— and relief.

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booksimpsblog · 2 years

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I cannot decide between feyssian (feyre x cassian) and feyzriel (feyre x azriel) brotp😫

#feyssian #feyzriel #feyre x azriel #feyre x cassian #feyre friendships

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thesistersarcheron · 2 years

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Feyre x az fic???? Pls.

Oh no, I couldn't possibly!

Though, I suppose... If you insist...

"Stay where I put you." "Are you giving your High Lady an order?" Feyre's voice was breathier than she would have liked it, shaky with anticipation. Her stomach tightened when Az chuckled behind her, the sound skittering over her bones as he laid a fond kiss on her bare shoulder. "It's for your own safety, my Lady," came the wry response. Calloused hands gripped her gently around the waist, pulling until her back hit Azriel's chest. Until her hips were cradled against his, his arousal apparent against her ass. His wings obscured her peripheral vision, and sensual, tickling shadows climbed their legs. "I wouldn't want anyone to see you so compromised." Feyre's eyes flicked upward, to the looming dark at edge of the clearing Az had chosen for their flight lesson today. That unnatural darkness didn't belong to Azriel; that star-flecked night calling to Feyre's soul was too bright to be his shadows. No, two enraptured violet eyes watched them both from its depths, hungry and wanting.

#feysandriel #?#feyre archeron #rhysand #azriel shadowsinger #feyzriel #feysand #and you know me there will probably be rhyzriel? azrhysand? as well #azriel #my fics #answered #anonymous

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vorpalmuchness · 1 year

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Feyre and Azriel making bets on who would flirt with Rhys at Rita's was such a cute moment

#pg 302 of acomaf #she made him smile!!#feyzriel #emma liveblogs acotar #listening to acomaf audio book but am on frost and starlight

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sjmkinkmeme · 7 months

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hi! was wondering if i could request either a feysand or feyzriel fic based off of cruel summer?

Sure thing! I've added it to the request list.

#feysand #feyzriel #feyre archeron #rhysand #azriel #sjmkinkmeme #current request #a court of thorns and roses

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nightriumphs · 4 months

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i take the nessian/cassian/azriel threesome and raise you a feyre/batboy foursome

#everyone loves feyre #bc i do too #i think feyzriel is so overlooked like not srs but their friendship #eat it up

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starfall-spirit · 18 days

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I don’t have a submission for Comfort, but I’m dying to share my progress on Favorite Tropes

She made herself look at each one of them in turn. Azriel, who like always, kept his face neutral, emotions shut down. If he had any feelings about seeing her here, she couldn’t read it on his face. Cassian had a mask of his own, one that made him seem like an open book to most. But he had become Rhys’ commander for a reason, just as she had become Drakon’s. It was a glint in his eyes and a waver in that charmer’s smile that said the wound she left hadn’t healed entirely. How could it, without a formal rejection? She was even more of a bitch than she felt like that day.

As for Rhys, the look in his eyes made her wonder how much stock could be put in the rumors she’d heard about the Lord of Nightmares. There was nothing of the young prince she’d tangled with in the soft moments between the chaos of battle. Here they were, caught up in another war, another moment of calm. So much was left unspoken, yet nothing went unheard. What cold first words did he intend to deliver?

“A commander. Just as we expected.” She blinked, waiting for something to follow that would cut her to the quick. “You were the best among your peers, after all.”

@disturbingly-silent @shallyne

#seraphim!feyre #polyacotarweek2024 #acotar #feysand #feyssian #feyzriel #fanfiction #feyre archeron #rhysand #azriel acotar #cassian acotar #THE PINING GUYS #IM ONLY 800 WORDS IN AND THIS IS BECOMING MY FAVORITE FIC IVE WRITTEN

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shallyne · 9 months

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Someone should write the scene where Cassian and Azriel rescue Feyre in acowar in Cassian's POV

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #feyre archeron #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #high lady of the night court #high lady feyre #feyre darling #cassian #cassian acotar #feyre x cassian #feyre × cassian #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel acotar #azriel #feyssian #feyzriel

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separatist-apologist · 9 months

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I think you should hate read fourth wing , I genuinely feel that it was over hyped just a little on booktok and people just kinda of tan with it

I'm pretty sure it's Junes bookish box pick and I forgot to skip, so I'll be getting it (in August LOL they're so slow), and I'll read it then. I admit, I have been avoiding it because the last time I saw a book this hyped it was From Blood And Ash and look at how that turned out.

#also the art is just nezriel #or feyzriel depending on the artist #I saw one and I was like oh shit Feyre and Azriel???#but NO it was violet and whatever his name is

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Hi idk if you are taking requests or not but can you make an angst fic where y/n (OR OMG FEYRE) and azriel are going behind rhys's back and rhys and reader are mates. Maybe like rhys goes "So Az this is what you really meant by 'I think the cauldron making a mistake?' The mistake was that my mate shouldve been yours?' And az and reader or feyre just say idgaf we love eachother and just omg rhys spiralling and them saying we should prolly stay apart for his wellbeing but i still love you???

too much?

I am 100% a Feysand shipper, but it is really interesting to write about Feyre and Azriel. Hope you like it. This is btw inspired by a scene from The Crown.

Feyzriel | Morning, Noon and Night

type: angst warnings: curse words, betrayal, cheating word count: 800 words

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The High Lord’s power stretched out like a dark cloud, enveloping Feyre and Azriel, making their stomachs churn and twist.

“I demand an explanation from you!” Rhysand shouted, his voice bouncing of the wall and rumbling through the wall. The power that rang with it could shake the Illyrian mountains.

Not for once had Azriel and Feyre believed that they could keep their relationship a secret–yet they had hoped. That hope had vanished just like every happy feeling they had once felt. Their betrayal became public.

“Why do you this?” Rhysand growled and snapped his head into the direction of Azriel. He grabbed the shadowsinger by his arm, glowering into his eyes.

Azriel shoved the High Lord backwards, his features nothing but pure rage. “Because I care about her. Morning, noon and night I care about her. I love her with my whole heart and she does too.” Azriel’s shadows encircled him, crawling up their owner and forming something like a protective armor.

“You are just too blind to see it. With what you are saying you hurt her. And if you hurt here, if you hurt Feyre, you hurt me.”

Azriel pointed at his chest, right to the spot above his heart.

Rhysand closed his eyes, fighting against the rage burning inside him. The veins in his neck and on his forehead popped, his hands forming fists at his side.

“You are stealing my wife. You are stealing my mate, my High Lady and you dare speak about me hurting you!” the High Lord growled, shouting.

“It wasn’t his choice. Azriel is who I want. He is the one where my loyalties lie. I…The cauldron must have made a mistake.” Feyre stepped forward, leaving some distance between her and the shadowsinger to not enrage Rhysand anymore.

“I am the father of your son—“ “Don’t bring Nyx into this!” Feyre’s voice trembled, her legs feeling wobbly. Azriel wanted to reach over, hold her, but through mind-to-mind talk Feyre stopped him. They couldn’t do this to Rhysand in that moment.

“I am the male the Cauldron has chosen for you. I am the one you accepted the bond with. You fucking betrayed me. My brother and my mate. Was this what you meant when you said that the Cauldron made a mistake—that you deserved what his mine, Azriel?” the High Lord once again addressed Azriel, stepping forward and poking his index finger into the shadowsinger’s chest.

“You cannot blame him. I am the one who chose him as well. I am the one who betrayed her husband, her mate. Don’t put all the blame on him, Rhysand.” The High Lord’s gaze snapped to his High Lady’s, tears brimming his eyes. His mouth opened and he shouted, shouted so loudly that the cutlery in the kitchen rattled.

“Did you ever love me? Or was it all fake? Was it all fake from the first moment on? Every I love you? Every nice little thing you told me? Did you fake it all just so you could be close to him?”

Power once again radiated from the fuming High Lord. Azriel sucked in a sharp breath, his own hands forming fists at his side.

“I loved you, Rhysand. More than anything. I loved you for centuries, but I started falling out of love with you in the last decades. I am so sorry, I wish it had been different. I wish I could have—“ “Spare me with this bullshit,” Rhysand spat and slammed his hands over his face. A sob left him that made both Feyre and Azriel’s chests clench.

“Rhys—“ “Don’t,” Rhysand said and lifted a hand. “Don't talk to me now. Don’t ever talk to me again. You two truly deserve each other. Leave, leave this place. Leave Velaris and leave me alone. I never want to see you again.”

It was the last thing their two of them heard before black mist appeared and the High Lord was gone, vanished into thin air.

It was then that Feyre let her tears run free, sobbing. Azriel wrapped her into his arms, held her till there were no tears left to cry. Her shoulders still shook when they started talking—talking about what they should do from now on.

“I love you so much, but you know what we have to do now,” Azriel whispered, his own shoulders, trembling.

Feyre dipped her chin and wiped a hand over her tear-streaked cheek. “I love you, Azriel.” “And I will come find you. I will find you again, Feyre. I will come for you. Please—“ Azriel’s voice broke, scarred, trembling fingers curling around Feyre’s wrists. He pulled the female to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Please wait for me.”

#feyzriel #feyre #azriel #acotar #acosf

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booksimpsblog · 2 years

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I feel like no one‘s talking about the scene in acowar where Feyre was the only one capable of calming Azriel

<Underrated

#feyre friendships #feyre is the queen #everybody loves feyre #feyre x azriel #feyre and azriel #feyzriel #feyre archeron is a bad bitch #acotar #feyre archeron #feyre supremacy

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thesistersarcheron · 2 years

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ACOTAR smut requests are open if anyone has a burning desire for something. Just be specific—it is Kinktober!

Anonymous asks are welcome, FYI.

#everything is on the table #casslain #feyzriel #nessian #feysand #nessriel or nezriel #rhysta #dunno the ship name for that one #the primary restriction rn is no n0n-c0n pls #bonus points for polyamorous pairings #pretty much any pairing flies #even both of the ela*n ones that i’m scared to tag here

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