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xenafay · 1 year
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Rowan and Aelin for @/atouchofmagicdesigns on IG❤️‍🔥
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moonbeam-b0o · 9 months
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Cassian be like: There’s three of them and this one is for me
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roxyvegs · 9 months
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headers manorian like
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azrielsbxtch · 6 months
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The fandom getting ready to misconstrue, misunderstand and twist everything SJM says tomorrow
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throughstarlitfields · 6 months
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I’ve seen SOOO many posts about Cassian saying Elain doesn’t look good in black.
Why are people listening to the bat boy that, in two separate and VERY CLEAR instances, could not recognize Azriel’s feelings for Elain. But Nesta did in a singular moment. The same goes for Feyre, Amren, and Mor. All in a singular moment… you would think his brother would notice his feelings towards someone new after having been in love with someone for 500+ years 🥴
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cpeersmann · 1 year
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Rowan & Aelin… I have never FELT a piece of art so much in my life!
Pain, sorrow, anger, love, devotion, relief, fury, rage, fear, true horror and so much trauma… I feel it all in my soul.
The events in Kingdom of Ash will haunt me for the rest of my life. Thanks a lot @sarahjmaas I’ll be sending you my therapy bill. Just kidding… you’re the best!
Art by: jrtart_ on instagram
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harperbrynne · 1 year
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SJM Romance Week: Feelings Realization
Azriel and Gwyn make each other laugh and tease each other so effortlessly. Their feelings are going to be realized admits all their playful banter after it turns into flirting. I would love if this realization occurred for them at the same time, and Azriel’s shadows were like finally we’ve been trying to tell you both for the longest time. They’re definitely going to have so much fun flirting with one another.
The young priestess smiled—and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows. (ACOSF, Az POV)
“Happy Solstice,” she said, as much a dismissal as it was a holiday blessing. He snorted. “Are you kicking me out?” (ACOSF, Az POV)
“I forgot something,” he reminded her. “At two in the morning?” Pure amusement glittered in her stare. (ACOSF, Az POV)
“I can’t sleep without my favorite dagger.” “A comfort to every growing child.” Azriel’s lips twitched. (ACOSF, Az POV)
“Do you, though?” she pressed. “Sing?” Azriel couldn’t help his soft chuckle. “Yes.” (ACOSF, Az POV)
@sjmromanceweek
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thequeenofnightmares · 10 months
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The biggest evidence of Gwyn being Azriel’s mate is, IMO, a single line:
“A thing of secret, lovely beauty.”
This is the last line in the Azriel bonus chapter in ACOSF. He is describing Gwyn’s joy upon seeing the necklace. Set aside the fact that it was regifted, that he just “wanted” Elain not 5 minutes earlier, and think:
Azriel pined for Mor for five hundred years. In the books, Mor is described just as Rhys is: outwardly, unbelievably beautiful.
Azriel yearned for Elain, to taste her, have her, much in the same way. And like Mor, Elain is described as outwardly beautiful. Even Feyre says she’s always been known as the most beautiful sister.
Azriel feels that he is not beautiful. He is full of scars and shadows. He is attracted to the thing he wants most, the thing he feels he’ll never have: beauty. And both Mor and Elain are essentially beauty personified.
But here’s the thing… Azriel needs to accept himself first. Even Mor said, at one point, that the problem wouldn’t be her if they were to get together. It would be him, because he doesn’t feel deserving of anyone. And perhaps when he finally does, he will see what’s right in front of his eyes; that beauty can mean many things. That there’s something to be said about beauty hidden deep within. That perhaps another person—someone who isn’t considered punch-you-in-the-face exquisite, but is beautiful all the same—might help him see that.
Two people of secret, lovely beauty. 💜
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davinaclaire16 · 1 year
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Wings of Dusk pt 8
Azriel x Reader
I just wanted to thank you guys for being so patient with me. My dad is now healthy and out of the hospital and you can expect at least one part every week. Hope you guys had an amazing holiday! 💕
Warnings: some light smut, some self deprecation, talk of past sexual abuse
You laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It had been 3 long days since you had kissed Azriel. It had been electrifying, you had never felt so alive.You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about kissing him and doing much more with him before. You’ve had many dreams about crossing that line with Azriel. He was your best friend and you could see yourself living a life with him. Or……could. Now you can’t even imagine being in the same room as him. You groaned to yourself and tried to figure out how you could of possibly gotten yourself into this situation.
“Uuuuuggggg”
Today was the day of the high lord meeting. Which wouldn’t be an issue but that would mean you will be sitting in a room with Azriel for who knows how long. Over the past 3 days you haven’t seen or heard from him. You’ve been obsessing over what happened between the two of you since. But what made it worse is you obsessed over what happened after that more. You remembered back to the “incident”
Things had gotten more heated after that kiss. More rough….needy. What had been a soft and deep kiss became rapid, hot, and demanding. Within moments he had picked you up and pressed you against a wall. Your legs wrapped around him, a hand buried in his hair while the other desperately roamed his leathers. His tongue fighting for dominance with yours. You were lost in him. Lost In the way his body pressed against yours, the way your mouths fit together like a perfect puzzle piece. The smell of his arousal was enough to send you into a frenzy. All of it was a daze until you felt something hard against you. Felt his bulge press into you. Could almost feel the strain of his leathers. You couldn’t help your next movement as you bucked your hips into him. And the groan that left his lips turned you into jelly. It Would surely haunt your thoughts and fantasies. The two of you were getting high off the taste of each other and soon his hands had found there way under your shirt.
His lips had started to travel down your neck and nipped at your throat. The gasp that escaped you had only made him more desperate and you could feel his smirk as he continued and grinded into you. You were grateful for the attention and shocked by the sudden pleasure that ran through you that your hand had looked for something to grasp and ended up digging into his wing. Which prompted him to shiver and let a deep moan escape.
Azriel needed more of you, needed to be in you and when his hand went down your body to undo your pants. He caught a glimpse of your leathers how well they formed your body and saw his hands touching you. About to give him everything he wants and he just put you down. It Took everything in him to pull away. When he saw you, your swollen lips and a mark forming on your neck that he put there. He met yours eyes and couldn’t do anything but say sorry and spit out that this was a mistake before he ran out the door and flew away.
All you knew was all of sudden the pleasure ceased. He had put you down looked at you in disgust, told you this was a mistake and left you there. Mor had come to get you hours later and since then Azriel avoided you at every turn wouldn’t so much as talk to you about what had happened. If he had listened you would of lied to him told him you regretted what happened, that you were emotional and were thankful he had stopped it from going any further. That you also thought it was a mistake. But he had quickly ran away on a job when he realized he couldn’t stay away from you without raising questions from the others.
So here you were now staring at your ceiling feeling stupid and dreading this meeting where you would sit across from Azriel and try desperately not to think about his body pressed against yours. All well trying to not to obsess over the fact that you thought you had successfully buried you feelings deep within yourself for the shadowsinger. Oh And realize that the act of being with you in any form brought out the look of disgust and regret onto Azriels handsome features.
Just get through today and then you go back to Day and never have to see him again the thought brought sadness but also relief. You were starting to get ready when there was a knock at your door. “Come in” with that your heard the door creep open and no other than your cousin Mor step in.
“Y/N you haven’t been out of this room all day what’s going on? Dreading the fact that you’ll be leaving us soon..” she poked
“No Mor I’m fine just busy getting ready for tonight.” You voice was cold and void of emotion. Hoping she’d take the hint and either leave or stop prodding for answers
“Ok I can help you pick what you’re going to wear? And maybe even you could tell me what’s actually on in your mind.”
“Nothing is on my mind Mor…. Actually. You could distract me from what’s actually wrong.”
“And how would you have me do that” she giggled
“I don’t know maybe by answering some of my long unanswered questions…… I have been gone awhile.” You knew you shouldn’t do what you were getting at. Knew it may raise questions but you couldn’t help it.
“Hmm ok like what?”
“I don’t know like how come Azriel and You haven’t figured it out yet. I thought for sure you two would have gotten together officially by now. And yet I’m back from the dead and nothing.” You tried to sound innocent like you had no reason to pry and damn you could of fooled yourself.
“Y/N Az and I are never going to work out.” Mor stated without doubt or a hint of desire.
Now that answer, that answer had surprised you they would of made a beautiful couple and complimented each other well
“What are you talking about? You two could have a lovely life with one another. Orrrr is it because your waiting for a prettier female to take interest in you? You knew of Mors sexuality. Knew she found pleasure in both it was something you had accidentally stumbled upon in the library one night at hewn city.
Mor laughed “No I am not waiting. But I wouldn’t mind it either.”
“Ok so why then?”
“Azriel didn’t want me Y/N.” You laughed like that was the most hilarious thing you’d ever heard. But when you scanned Mors face there was no hint of joking.
“You’re kidding right. I have watched that dumbass pine over you for centuries.”
“I’m not joking Y/N. I was a distraction. Something he threw himself at because I was a possibility and what he really wanted wasn’t.” Mor sighed like this was the most obvious piece of information. Like everyone knew it and you were the only one who was to dumb to see it.
“Ok now I think you’re insane he followed you around like a lovesick puppy dog Mor.”
“Look believe me or don’t believe me but I know when a male is in love and Az was certainly not in love with me. Honestly it hurt to know that even if I had taken him up on what he thought he wanted I would of just been a runner up. The second choice.”
“Morrigan-“
“But that doesn’t matter now. He’s done with his pursuit for me and set his sights somewhere else.” This peaked your interest who could he be pursuing if not Mor.
“Who is that bat pursuing now?” You laughed
“Elain.” She stated and looked at you almost like she was testing to see what your reaction would be. Something you couldn’t help but notice.
“Who?.” Was all you could muster without revealing the disappointment that washed over you when you hadn’t heard you’re own name.
“One of the Archeron sisters. The quiet one.”
“You mean the one who’s a shell? The one that looks like innocence incarnate.? I- I mean I guess that makes sense she’s beautiful and quiet. Sweet and well tempered. I just- she hates being fae. And that sister Mother.”
“Why the sudden interested?” Mor had pulled you from your thoughts.
“Huh oh I don’t know. Like I said I just needed a distraction. I was just surprised by the um, I don’t know I guess she such a large difference from….you.” Mor and Elain were different but not extremely. Mor was every bit as feminine and Mor had a sweet and gentle persona. One that backed just the right amount of danger and mystery. While Elain was much more reserved but both were elegant and had a certain amount of charisma. Your point was more that Elain was nothing like you. You wouldn’t describe yourself as gentle, feminine, or patient. And Mother you wouldn’t describe yourself as charming and certainly not quiet. You were the loud and confident older sister who picked fights and made being independent apart of your identity. You were not something someone thought to protect. In fact most of the time you were the thing people needed protecting from.
“You’re sure that’s the only reason Y/N” she asked like uncertainty and knowing laced her question.
“Yes and if you don’t mind I have to get ready”
Later you were almost done getting ready for this meeting, you had bathed and done your hair with touches of some makeup that highlighted your fae feature’s beautifully. You wore a gold gown that fit snuggly and reflected Amazonian Armor. You were trying to decide what jewelry to wear when there was a knock at your door. Without taking a peak you just shouted for them to come in while you put on a set of earrings in the mirror.
“Wow….. I almost feel bad for giving you what I’m about to give you if it means you have to change out of that.” Helion breathed. You whipped your head around to the sound of your friends voice.
“Hel!” You ran and gave him a hug you had truly missed him. Not as much as you thought you would but you found yourself thinking about him more often then you’d like to admit.
“What do you mean gift?” Helion didn’t give any details or make some joke he just smiled and handed you a large box that was wrapped with golden silk. You took it and gave him a quizzical look. You set the box on the bed, opened the box and what you saw took your breath away.
“Hel….I…. I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful.
“I had it made for you to wear tonight you are not just apart of the day court and I wanted you to have something that represented where you’ve come from and where your going.”
“Hel this is incredibly thoughtful.. thank you.” You pulled out a beautiful nude toned gown with golden stars embroidered onto it. It encapsulated the golden rays of the sun from day and the star from your home beautifully. And for the first time in a while you didn’t feel guilty for leaving home or not coming back. Instead you felt understood and that it was ok that you loved both night and day.
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“Hel you have no idea what this means to me…..I’m going to change and I’ll meet you down there ok” you quickly kissed his cheek and ran into your bathroom to change.
You stared at yourself in the mirror in disbelief. Helion had impeccable taste. Maybe taste that showed more skin than you were accustomed to but impeccable none the less. It wasn’t that you were a prude or anything your mother had just always been a modest women who raised you to be a proper lady. Something that your father also required to be perfection. You remembered the first time you and Mor went shopping for what to wear to starfall at hewn city and when you father saw what you were wearing and that it came down a bit to low for his liking……well he stormed across the entry way and dragged you back to your room by your hair.
“You’re my daughter my Princess. Not some common whore. You are gorgeous and elegant the face of perfection for my court. I will not catch you in anything that implies otherwise”
He was funny that way. Ruthless, but then he’d make you feel like you were everything and in the next second…nothing. After that happened before he left your room he almost looked sorry and spoke words to you that almost resembled a loving father.
“You are better than Every male in that ballroom tonight. One day you’ll be betrothed to someone worthy of you and you won’t be my little girl anymore. Someone with a title…a high lord who will know your every bit his equal if not better. Until then its my responsibility to make you better than any of us”
You had no idea why your father would treat you with such respect, break rules for you, and tell you that you were every bit as powerful as a male and then turn around and treat your mother and sister the way he did. Never understood why you were the exception to so many of his rules and beliefs. Why he demanded so much more from you, especially when we all knew it would be Rhys who ruled his court. Yet your father spent more time teaching you the ins and outs of ruling than he ever did your brother. No one knew why you were different to him and it would forever be a question that kept you up at night. Was it love? The fact that you were the oldest, selfishly motivated, or just dumb luck?
You never let yourself give those questions the time of day so instead you distracted yourself by the gown that Helion had hand made for you. Stunning was all that came to mind and it fit you in all the right places. You were relieved to find that the dress had a back that covered your scars. You could of glamoured your back all night, like how you’ll glamour your neck, but you try not to do that at all costs. You had To much anxiety about if you slipped up and somebody saw. You made sure that nobody had ever seen the scars and remaining stubs of your wings. One of the few parts of yourself you truly hated.
On your way down the stairs you could hear everyone below. Hear them gush over outfits and fret over the upcoming meeting. They sounded so happy and hopeful for the future yet terrified at the same time. But there was one voice that made you stop in your tracks. Made you hold your breath like if you didn’t make a sound his shadows couldn’t tell him of your arrival. Foolish thinking, but that’s what you needed to believe to get you down these steps. Step by step you got there. You didn’t pay much attention but if you had you’d notice that when you hit the last step the room went silent. All eyes were on you but there were two pairs that were at a loss for words. Two pairs of eyes that’s were full of shock, desire, and a tad bit of sadness. Those eyes belonged to no other than your High Lord Helion and a certain shadowsinger. However it was Helion who broke the silence and took you by the arm and joked.
“With you looking so beautiful I must ask Are you sure I have to go to this meeting with you as your high lord and not your lover”. He quipped with a smile that made you remember just how fitting the lord of day title was. His smile could light up the darkest of rooms.
“Hmm ya know if you had asked me 5 minutes ago I might of said no” you teased, however this time you saw something wash over Helions features that you had never seen before. Peculiar but you were more focused on not making eye contact with Azriel who still had not peeled his eyes from you. You could feel him burning holes into your back from his stare.
“Helion is right you look gorgeous” Feyre stated
“Thank you. But I could say the same to you.” You liked your brothers mate. She was good for him and he deserved someone like her. Brave and strong. You were happy for him….and he made her High Lady. The first one you ever knew of. His equal in every way. You’d be lying if hearing that he created the title for her didn’t sting at first. I mean It was something you’d dreamed of being since you were small. A dream over 500 years old. A dream that kept you going when you wanted nothing more than to fade away out of existence. High Lady of the Night Court.
And she was brilliant, she wore the title well. Managed to get your mothers ring from the weaver. You remembered when your mother had the insane idea. Made jokes about the kind of women who would be capable off retrieving it. She had Broken Amaranthas Curse, and wore the dresses your mother had made perfectly. Wore those family jewels and crown like it was her birthright. Rhysand had grown up to be a fine High lord and an even better Male. He was everything you had ever wanted him to be. You were just sorry that your relationship with him wasn’t like it used to be. Had never been right after your mother and sister. Often you felt like Rhysand would of traded your life for theirs in heartbeat. It was almost as if he looked at you with hatred and regret that you were the sister that survived.
Helion and I arrived at the dawn court after the others and entered the meeting room. It was almost serene with chairs laid out around the circular reflection pool. Helion gracefully strolled into the meeting with you on his arm and a crown of golden spikes upon his head. Helion had always been handsome to you but tonight there was something about the way he was the sun personified that made butterflies form in your stomach.
“Y/N…..oh it’s good to see you alive! Now how were you dumb enough to end up on Helions arm and not mine.” Tarquin smiled and rushed over you to. You had always been fond of Tarquin. Summer was One of the places you would escape to when your father didn’t have you on a tight leash. Where you and Tarquin created a friendship built on equality and honesty. Things no one had ever given you freely until Tarquin. He was kind hearted and spoke his mind. He wasn’t beat into tradition and court scheming like every other high lord which always made him a breath of fresh air.
Before you knew it you were if entrapped in his arms and off the ground.
“Tarquin it is good to see you too.” You laughed
You had some type of relationship with almost all of the high lords so seeing them all was something. Thesan had always took a special liking to you. Guiding you and even teaching you a few ways to control your powers. While your father had also made it a priority for you to learn about the dawn court and understand there customs and rules. He Had sent you to the dawn court a couple times to learn or become a lady. You had always assumed he was prepping you to marry the high lord but when you asked about it you’re father only laughed and evaded your question. Beron was a “gentleman” to you when your father was alive in hopes you’d marry his son. After that he treated you like he treated every other woman. An object to be gawked at…..
Kallias was someone you respected, he truly cared about his people and you came to hold that respect for one another when you saved his now wife from being caught by Amarantha. And Tamlin well you hated his guts had vowed to kill him and watch the breath leave his lungs with nothing but pleasure after your mother and sister. You almost did, you had him within your grasp that day your father died but your dear brother begged you not to.
“Please Y/N don’t do this. Don’t let his life be on your conscience he not worth it. If you kill him your no better than him and his father…or ours” the words had stung but you knew in that moment that Rhys was a far better fae than you. That you in fact were no better than your father. That you would of set the world on fire and watched it burned to avenge someone you loved.
So there you were gathered around with some of the most powerful individuals in all of pyrinthian. And what were you doing? Watching men cry like baby’s that there’s such thing as a high lady now. But when tamlin strolled in it was like to whole room stiffened and you would only watch as Tamlin came in. You would not give him the satisfaction of know that you even noticed his presence. It was a challenge with the constant waves of anger hitting you like a ton of bricks but you would not waver. Wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. In you attempt to look bored and anywhere but Tamlin you caught a glimpse of Azriel studying you. You would of even guessed he been studying you since the second Tamlin walked in.
Once Tamlin arrived It didn’t take long for everyone to start throwing questions and insults around. You tried not to pay much attention to them but one did catch your attention
“No your just in the business of fucking them” Tamlin said with ease. The mother was truly going to test you tonight. Everything in you was fuming with rage. If you could rip out Tamlins vocal chords without consequence you’d do it this second.
“When you fuck her, have you ever noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes” …..breath you told yourself to breath… You may not have known her long but she was now your family. Your sister and how dare that arrogant self-righteous pri-
“Be careful how you speak about my High Lady” your head snapped to Azriel. His voice only dared Tamlin to keep going. It would be foolish for anyone to test your friend after the tone that came from him. The tone was even enough to send a shiver down your spine. Everyone knew what he was capable of and would push farther so the meeting progressed and proved to be more of a challenge than you anticipated. More and more people brought Rhysands honor into question. And the older sister in you wanted to make them regret the words they spoke. They Talked of those poor children from winter. Your brother would never. Breath…..you told yourself to breath.Had to tell yourself to Ignore the itch under you skin to release that power and shove all of their fowl words back down their very throats.
“Don’t let them see you falter. If they think for one second that you aren’t the image and definition of collected you’ve already lost.”
“Where did she confine you” Viviane asked Rhysand
“Her bedroom” it was not just you and your family that recoiled at the answer. But you knew better than any of them what it was like to be kept in anothers bedroom and you wanted to go back and do everything you could to protect your brother. You’d do anything for him even if he thought you were nothing more than a spoiled brat who didn’t deserve the air she breathed. You were still his older sister even if he didn’t want to admit that.
“Stories and words” Tamlin said lounging in his chair. “Is there any proof”
Proof?!? You were livid to hell with collected. However when you went to stand to fight back a warm hand was placed on yours. A reminder to who you were supposed to be tonight. Not Rhysands sister. Not apart of the night court but Helions second in my command. You looked at Helions hand who gave you a slight squeeze of comfort and slightly nodded your head in thanks.
Everything else that had happened was a blur Helion had spoke up and tried to put an end to the nonsense that took place in front of us now. You did give it to your brother for keeping his cool as long as he did. You could of cheered when Rhysand shut Tamlin up. Didn’t even try to hide the smile that appeared on your face. You sat quietly when Azriel had lunged at Eris. You couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it but you knew for sure that Azriel had to love Mor. One fowl word pointed her direction and there he was threatening everything they’ve been working for to protect her. You had no idea what she was talking about earlier.
Eventually you all started talking about actual important information. Like a cure to faebane. And yet that didn’t last long until once again more childish behavior started being thrown around again.
“Did you know that while your mate was warming Amarantha's bed, most of our people were locked beneath that mountain? Did you know that while he had his head between her legs, most of us were fighting to keep our families from becoming the nightly entertainment? Why should we trust him or anyone from the night court for the matter. Might I remind everyone that being a whore must run in the family? Because both of the Nightcourt royalties were whoring it out under that mountain.” Beron gestured to me.
“Enough Beron”. Helion stated like a challenge or a threat you didn’t know. Clearly Beron didn’t take the hint because he continued
“However I must say Y/N while we were stuck under that mountain I would of loved to see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Tell me could I still purchase your services…..and now Rhysand wants to play hero, Amaranthas whore becomes Hyberns destroyer. But if it goes badly….. will he get on his knees for Hybern or will Y/N just spread her legs.”
You went cold and empty Helion had let go of your hand and chaos had ensued. Feyre had released an impressing amount of power and all the High Lords have now understood what she took-what they gave to her. Helion had practically thrown Beron across the room. And no matter who pleaded with Feyre she didn’t let down. She had every right to be upset Berons words were disgusting but Feyre was making things much harder than they had to be. High Lords were screaming about there power. Rhysand pleaded with his mate, Azriel kept Eris within arms reach. It was a circus and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Enough!” You were loud and confident as your power seeped from you one flick of your wrist and that shimmering liquid went shooting toward the water that now held beron and the flames that had singed Eris. The second your power came in contact with Feyres the water seemed to be consumed by the starlight that was your power. The same was done to the remaining flames. All eyes were on you and you watched as everyone of them remembered. Remember that you weren’t just a pretty face, or slut, or another meak and powerless female they’d been so accustomed to. They remembered that your power was different from theirs in one very distinct way. That yours was the only one that could dissipate theirs on a whim. Could engulf and suffocate an entire room. That one touch could drain life. You didn’t know why you had the power you did. Many had whispered that you were your fathers secret weapon, the lady of death herself. Your powers were nothing known to be from the night court. Like a gift from the mother herself…..or a curse.
“I have had enough of all of your bickering. The matter at hand is that war is upon us AGAIN. Most of us fought in the last and still remember those that were lost. Must we go through it again because you fools can’t put away your insufferable arguments.” You were angry. No not angry, angry didn’t give this kind of calm tame rage justice.
“Y/N is right we are the difference between winning and losing this war and we are acting like children.” Tarquin came to your aid.
“This is outrageous last I checked I don’t take orders from whores who think theyre anything more than a pretty face” Beron spit.
His words were vile and you could see something ripple through Helion. You Had almost felt the moment the words hit Helions ears because in an instant it was warm. The closer you got to Helion the warmer it got. It wasn’t the kind of heat that someone basks in but it was the heat you shield from. The kind of heat that’s comes from the sun and burns and set things ablaze. You saw through Helion for maybe the first time. It wasn’t friendship or appreciation that burned in his eyes. It was something else. Perhaps something else burned in them a feeling you weren’t aware you could give anybody.
You tried to brush of what you saw play out in front of you because you had to be wrong. It wasn’t possible and you certainly weren’t worth a disagreement with another High Lord. So you did the only thing you knew you could do, you would do what he had done for you. So you reached out and grabbed his hand. And let a single star swirl around him. And like a whisper, a message had been sent
After the meeting Beron had decided he didn’t know who he was siding with but everyone else seemed promising we were headed in the right direction. Now everyone was staying was staying at Thesans palace and you were out on the balcony alone trying to have some peace. The peace didn’t last long as you felt Thesan approach behind you.
“You know your court has always been one of my favorites. Something about dawn has always drawled me in.” You told thessan the truth you had, had enough of lies and games tonight.
“I know when you were just a child you always seemed to have an understanding of the rising and setting of the sun. I’m glad your alive. If your father had been alive and heard of your death I think he would of marched and killed Amarantha himself.” You could of sworn Tarquin was messing with you but his face showed no sign of deception.
“Hmm sure” was all you could say
“Look I’ve known you since you were young so I know you aren’t happy. There’s something going on. What’s wrong, because for someone who’s always so filled with life and hope you are well….rather bland.”
“I don’t know. Do you ever just wish you’d made different choices in life…..because my life has just been wrong choice after wrong choice it feels like.” Honesty was all you knew tonight and sometimes you thought about what your life would be like if you just didn’t push as a girl to be more. Would you be dead like your sister or like Berons wife married off and silenced? If you had flown away when you planned to as a teen would you have found your own peace? Would you have found the place you felt you belonged. If you had come home would Azriel and you ever happened? Because now you looked into Thesans palace and you saw your family. Saw them laugh and fit. Saw them finding peace in the chaos. Saw Cassain flirt with nesta. Rhys and Feyre in love. Mor and Helion contemplate sneaking of…and Azriel brooding over it but still be present enough to insult Cassain. For some reason all of it had never been enough for you. Like there was something key missing-
“Thesan would you give us a second”
“Of course I’ll see you sometime soon Y/N” with that Thesan left you with the one and only shadowsinger.
“So you’re not avoiding me anymore huh” you tried to play confident but if someone had looked closely at your eyes they told a story of hurt.
“Yeah look Sunshine I, we should talk about the other day.” At least he used your nickname you thought. That had to mean we weren’t as bad as you thought.
“You think?.”
“Yes look I apologize you were in a vulnerable position and I took advantage so for that I am sorry.” He would barely look you in eyes, like if he did he would run away and never talk to you again.
“Azriel you did not take advantage I am an adult. I may of been a little emotional but not to the point that I didn’t know what I was doing.” You hesitated but what if this was one of those what if moments. What if to change everything you just had to speak. So you continued nervously and unsure but you continued. “Azriel that wasn’t just something I did without thought. I wanted to…..I have wanted to. I mean maybe I want-“
“This is not something I want.” Azriel cut you off quickly and was so void of emotion like he didn’t care at all how they hit you. “It’s just you’re…..”
“Im what Azriel?”
“It’s nothing it’s just….”
“What!?” Maybe you shouldn’t of pushed but, what was it about you that had turned him off so immediately. You needed to know….right?
“You know what Y/N don’t even act like what happened was because you wanted it to happen. I’m sure you were just using me as a stand in for Helion.”
…….Now that, that was something unexpected. He was upset you could tell. His shadows swirled around without control. Almost like they were trying to grab you, take you away somewhere were you couldn’t disturb him anymore. Whispering to him your every move.
“What are you talking about?!?” You were confused and angry why does he even give a shit about Helion especially if he didn’t want you. It didn’t matter.
“Oh please like I couldn’t tell that the two of you were practically begging each other for more. Theres so much sexual tension between the two of I’m surprised he didn’t take you right in the foyer!” He was fuming and if you didn’t know any better you’d even say, jealous. His eyes were lit with fury. Rage pulsed through his veins and you watched as the collected shadow singer unfurled. Watched his jaw clench and the rise and fall of his chest.
He made you so angry sometimes it was like he was the only person in all of Pyrithian that could make you act like a crazy fool. You felt like rage itself flowed through you like lava.
“Bullshit Helion is a friend! Maybe your just projecting? Like I haven’t been watching you pine over Mor for Centuries!.” His eyes widened like you’d actually slipped him up but for some reason all you could focus on was how close he was to you. Noticed just how close the two of you had gotten in your argument. Your faces mere Centimeters away from each other other. Practically breathing one another’s air. And then you felt it. Felt his shadows wrapped securely around you waist. Your breath hitched and you didn’t dare take your eyes away from his. But his eyes dipped down and snapped back up almost immediately like he realized his mistake. He was bringing his lips down and You closed your eyes already giving yourself to what was about to happen. And then nothing. You slowly opened your eyes in shock. You weren’t sure why…….he had told you that this is not something he wanted but His shadows had held you so close and now they were gone and he was halfway across the balcony
“Look you were telling me about what had happened to you and I felt bad for you that’s all that happened.”
“You felt bad for me?” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You were sure your voice was shaky sure you shook with anger and hurt. “Tell me that’s not true. I know that can’t be true…..tell me that my best friend for over 5 centuries now hasn’t been to hell and back with me because he pitied me.” You didn’t know why you just stared at him, didnt know why you needed him to tell you he didn’t mean it and take the words back.
“Certainly sounds like pity. Pity is given to the weak, which is the last thing I’ll allow you to be. Before anyone ever see’s a weakness in you, make sure you’re dead.”
Your father words were the only thing that rang in your ears until they weren’t and you didn’t know which was worse.
“You can never be what I want.” He was like a wall a true master of the shadows who wouldn’t let a single emotion slip past him.
You had no words didn’t know what to do just stood there staring at him and trying not to make more of fool out of yourself then you already had.
“You’re exactly what your father raised you to be. It’s Mor…it has always been Mor.”
“And here I thought I was nothing like him. I guess that was just something a friend told me once.” You were numb Az had never spoken to you this way before. Never even began to be irritated with you outside of silly arguments.
“Well they were wrong.” All he did was stare at you. He didn’t offer and single emotion beside annoyance. Beside the fact that this was something he’d known forever.
“Fuck you Azriel.” You didn’t wait to see a reaction or stop for a response. You were already off the balcony and running to your room. You didn’t care that your family watched you with confusion. Wondering what the hell could of happened that had tears rolling down your cheeks. You needed to be away.
“Y/N! Hey what’s happened.” You didn’t stop as you heard Helion running after you.
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vikingmagic33 · 5 months
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When Fenrys accidentally books the group a sex cabin, Lysandra and Aedion work through their fight, change into costumes, and find a new fang kink.
Read on NSFW Lysaedion Kinktober Fic on Ao3
A Kink in Our Plans Collection- Throne of Glass Kinktober 2023
10/25 - Introduction
10/26 - Chaol/Yrene by @headcanonheadcase
10/27 - Dorian/Manon by @hlizr50
10/28 - Rowan/Aelin by @thelovelymadone
10/29 - Nesryn/Sartaq by @sunshinebingo
10/30 - Lysandra/Aedion by @vikingmagic33
10/31 - Elide/Lorcan by @shadowsxgwynriel
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zinniax · 2 years
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Mates
Nessian: Lady Death & Lord of Bloodshed
Gwynriel: Competitive Carynthians
Elucien: Lord of Foxes and The Seer
Feysand: Powerful High King & High Queen
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apollosbisexualass · 2 years
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Azriel third wheeling his way through acosf
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bookish-whore · 2 years
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Guys, I’ve never written fan fiction but I feel like I could do it
Should I do it?
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poisonivy206 · 2 years
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The Azris story you will never ever forget (or stop wanting to re-read)
No, I’m not exaggerating.
our bodies, possessed by light by @iftheshoef1tz doesn’t only have a great title, it’s also the kind of fanfic you sit in bed at night thinking about days after you’ve read it. 
Whether you’re an Azris lover or shipping any other Azriel-centric pairing, you will absolutely fall for the dynamic Fitz has created, and yes, I say this with absolute certainty, because it just is the kind of writing that pulls you in without you even realizing it. 
Beyond the soul-wrenching dark romance, there’s also everything you’ve wished to see addressed about the Hewn City, Night Court dynamics, and our beloved Inner Circle coming to terms with their questionable (to say the least) decision-making. 
I could probably talk about it forever, but I want you to not trust me - instead, go read it right now and then come tell me about your mind being blown.
our bodies, possessed by light
After Koschei’s war, Prythian rebuilds. While the Inner Circle grapples with the burden of responsibility, they are forced to face the consequences of their choices, both past and present. Azriel finds himself at the center of trouble brewing in the Hewn City, with a certain Vanserra brother sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
There is always a price for freedom.
(Title from Scheherazade by Richard Siken.)
main pairing: Azriel/Eris
chapters published: 27
current word count: 130K+
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azrielsbxtch · 6 months
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Time difference omg when does the interview start???
Going to bed soon
Ready to wake up to chaos…
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Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas (reread)
415 pages, published August 2, 2012 - 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Even upon rereading this book I was always excited and intrigued at what would happen next - and that's normally not me on a reread. Overall it went over the expectations I had going in for a second time - now on to Crown Of Midnight...this one I know is gonna hurt. Wyrd help me, please.
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