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They're Mates - with Y/N Pt 2
Summary - Feyre learns about Azriel and Y/N's story as she and Rhysand make their way to the prison
Warnings/Other Notes - Blood, injury, and physical abuse mentioned in this part. None of it graphic but please proceed with caution; 1.3k words; Again, these lines/plot points are inspired by, or directly quoted from, ACOMAF.
Part One || Part Two || Part Three
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Even days after the dinner, Feyre still had questions about Rhysand and his Inner Circle. Specifically questions about the spymaster, about the emissary. What was Azriel’s story? What was Y/N’s story? What were those burns from? If Y/N was Illyrian, why did she still have her wings? And the shadows…? Feyre shuddered at the thought. She fell asleep repeating those questions in the back of her mind.
The following morning, Feyre jolted awake to find Amren standing at the foot of her bed. She rubbed her temples as Amren made some comment about vomiting her guts up before throwing something onto the bed. “That got me out of prison. You wear it in––they can’t keep you.”
Feyre didn’t so much as move.
Amren leaned forward slightly. “Let me be very clear. This is not some toy. I do not give it lightly, but I’ll allow you to have it while you go to the prison and do what must be done. When you are finished,” Amren took a breath, “return it or suffer the very unpleasant consequences.” Amren was gone the moment Feyre had her fingers against the cool metal.
Feyre quickly dressed for her visit with Rhys to the prison. The questions still mingled in the back of Feyre’s mind, but the prospect of the prisoner dulled the curiosity.
“What?” Feyre asked when she noticed the High Lord looking at the amulet around her neck for the tenth time.
“She gave you that amulet,” Rhys stated.
“It’s serious, I suppose,” Feyre responded. “I, well, the risk––”
“You don’t want to say something you don’t want the others hearing,” Rhysand warned. “Those inmates have nothing to do but listen through the earth for information to trade for food or sex or even some air.”
Feyre didn’t respond as he offered his hand to her to help with a particular steep bit of rock. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” Feyre said as she took Rhysand’s hand. She referred to the inability to get out of bed after seeing the prison for the first time.
The High Lord shook his head. “There is nothing to be sorry about, Feyre. You are here now. And don’t worry.” He winked. “Your pay won’t be docked.”
They continued their climb until the upper face of the mountain was a wall before the pair. Below, Feyre and Rhysand could see the flow of the grass. Feyre’s gaze quickly shifted to Rhys when he pulled out a sword. He noted the look on Feyre’s face.
“Oh, don’t look so surprised,” he said.
“I’ve just never seen you with a weapon before,” Feyre responded.
“Cassian would laugh until he couldn’t talk if he heard that. Then make me spar with him.”
“Could you beat him?” Feyre asked. “Cassian I mean.”
“Hand-to-hand combat? Certainly not.” Feyre noticed the lack of pride and arrogance in Rhys’s tone. “He wouldn’t win easily, but he would win. He is the best warrior I’ve ever met, ever. The reason I’ve entrusted him to lead my armies.”
There were a few short moments of silence as Feyre thought. The other two. Azriel and Y/N. “Azriel, his hands,” Feyre questioned. “The scars, I mean. How did he get them?”
Rhys’s face darkened, a flicker of pain in his eyes as silence stretched for a moment. “His father, a lord, had two legitimate sons who were both older than Azriel. Spoiled. Cruel. Learned traits from their mother, the lord’s wife. For the first eleven years of his life, he lived under his father’s keep. The lord’s wife saw to it that Azriel was kept in a cell with no window or light. They let him out for an hour every day…only let him see his mother for an hour once a week. He was not allowed to train, fly, or doing anything else his Illyrian instincts screamed at him to do.”
Another pause and Rhys’s voice softened. “When Azriel was eight, his brothers thought it would be fun if they mixed an Illyrian’s quick healing oil and…and fire. His father’s warriors heard his screams, but they found him too late. He was left with the scars from the burns.”
The image of Y/N gently kissing Azriel’s hand when she had met everyone flashed through Feyre’s mind, the action having a whole new meaning to her. But Y/N. She said she was Illyrian, but she also said Illyrians have a habit of ridding females of their wings. “And Y/N, her wings.” Feyre searched for the right words for a moment. “She is Illyrian, but still has her wings?”
The most subtle sigh escaped Rhys. “She is, she does. Her story is intimately tied with Azriel’s. She was born to an Illyrian family, who trained her from a young age to attract the attention of males to be able to produce another generation of warriors. When they were both eight, a few months before Azriel’s hands were burned, she was out and about when he was having his allotted time with his mother. His shadows took it upon themselves to go and say hello to the young girl. In hindsight, they likely realized the connection between Azriel and Y/N before either of them even considered it. Y/N interacted with his shadows before they returned to their master, whispering what she had shared with them.”
The image of the his shadows weaving through the edges of Y/N’s hair came into her mind’s eye.
“At some point his shadows starting sharing secrets about Azriel to Y/N. The shadows became a lifeline for the both of them, using his shadows to share messages with each other. She was the one to keep him company during those last three years of confinement. Despite there being no windows or light, the shadows found a way. When he was brought to the training camp where Cassian and I were, I suspect their messages to each other continued. Soon after my mother took Cassian and Azriel under her care too, Azriel’s shadows informed him that Y/N was in distress, in danger during the night. He didn’t have to think twice, he was flying out of our home in an instant.” Rhys shuddered at the next thought, the image of Y/N, bloodied and injured in Azriel’s arms that was long since buried came rising to the surface. “Azriel walked in to see her father in the beginning moments of cutting her wings up, to permanently destroy them. It wasn’t enough for her father to just clip them.”
The thought setting a nauseating feeling into the pit of Feyre’s stomach.
“I suspect that if Y/N was not so badly injured, Azriel might have had a go at her father, maybe even tried to kill him. My mother took her in too and by miracle saved Y/N’s wings. Azriel helped her learn to fly again after she healed. One of his shadows was always with her if he couldn’t be with Y/N himself. He taught her to how to defend herself. He adopted the name Y/N after she declared she did not want the name her father had given her. Y/N after the name of a bakery in Velaris she adored. Their mating bond snapped about a year later. Neither of them hesitated to accept it. During the war they rarely saw each other, using the bond to communicate, to ensure the other was alive. She managed a few short, brief meetings. Azriel is my spymaster because he can infiltrate courts undetected, gather information, keep tabs on our allies and enemies. Y/N is my emissary because her ability to take the information Azriel has gathered and use that charm she has to gather allies is, invaluable.”
The truth that Rhys would not share, at least not yet, was Azriel and Y/N’s story was the one that gave him an inkling of hope with Feyre. Both Azriel and Y/N were scarred, beaten down by the world, torn apart, but they always found their way to back to each other. All Rhysand could do was hope that the same would eventually be true for himself and Feyre.
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#acotar fanfiction#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#acomaf#rhysand#feyre#feyre x rhysand#cassian#3rd person pov
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and stand up in my holy terrain
#ava silva#warrior nun#sister beatrice#warrior nun fanart#avatrice#alba baptista#kristina tonteri young#illustration#getting embarrassed the longer I look at this like wahhhh is it too self indulgent. that one oomf who still doesn’t play about WN and makes#very gratuitous gay art about it and makes everyone look at it#personally if I made the show and Ava was my OC I too would also put her in like a crown of thorns so like no notes… it’s hot like#blood /
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what makes Cinder such a compelling 2012 not-like-other-girls protagonist is that she is surrounded by Other Girls, and she loves them. Iko and Peony are the most stereotypical teenage girls obsessed with pretty clothes and boys and pop culture and she would die for either of them in a heartbeat. Iko rolls in with makeup smeared all over her plastic face and Cinder is like "ayy girl slay!". she knows that she is JUST like other girls in all the ways that matter.
#love it how deeply envious she is of any sort of femininity presented by girls!!!#love it how she is like ''i laugh at silly girls but that's because i am a sad sad person who is afraid of indulging in my own silliness''#i am about to meet iko again and i can't WAIT cinder and thorne are iconic but we need some more girl power#well actually thorne is also a girl's girl but in a man way. he is one of the girls. the other boys aren't but he is#maaaaaaan i love good YA. i adore good YA. kids read good YA#tlc liveblog
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Based off literally nothing I like to think tamlin has always assumed or been aware that lucien has some day court in him so when lucien tells him about helion and his day court powers he’s just totally unfazed—and when lucien gets upset at his lack of reaction he’s just like“You used to walk around the spring court glowing half of the time be so fr right now.”
#lucien’s just sitting there like realizing he’s the last person to find out about his own heritage#tamcien invade my every thought somebody free me from them#i have made up so many scenarios about them in my head#when there’s no content for your fav ship you gotta start making shit up#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#tamlin acotar#pro tamlin#tamcien#pro tamcien#acotar#a court of thorns and roses
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Wow, Feyre, your hair looks just like Starlight!
— Feysand as Sophie and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle ✨
Part 1/3 of my dear friend’s @azrielshadowssing birthday gift! I love and cherish you so much - I hope you like this little Feysand treat! 💕
You can find Part 2 here!
#I wanted to commemorate us watching howl together and screaming FEYSAND CODED#EVERYONE GO WISH J A HAPPY BIRTHDAY#and tell her how wonderful and talented she is#parts 2 and 3 are coming later because personally I think you should be celebrated all week#feysand#feysand au#feysand art#feyre x rhysand#feyre archeron#feyre acotar#rhysand#rhysand acotar#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#myart#velidedraws
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One of the reasons why I instantly loved Emerie:
#she’s a real one#🗣️#just an overall good person#love her#Emerie#emerie acotar#sarah j maas#sjm#nesta#pro nesta#acowar#acomaf#acotar#a court of wings and ruin#a court of mist and fury#a court of frost and starlight#a court of thorns and roses#a court of silver flames#nesta acosf#nesta archeron#valkyries
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if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today ✨
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still workshopping some of these a bit, but here's the current mando'a name chart for the CCs (plus rex!)
green words are ones I took directly from the mando'a dictionary, yellow words are technically non-canon but are basically real words, orange are words I made up that could probably be real words, and red ones are the ones I just mashed words together and they don't always make the most sense
I'm taking constructive criticism on some of these names! If you have a better mando'a name for a character (esp. one w a red name) I'd be happy to hear it!
edit: other name lists can be found here: 501st 212th !!
#personal hcs for mando'a names is that theyre super personal (only known to batchmates + super close others)#and its v rude to call a vod by their mando'a name (even if you know it) if they haven't given you permission#also some vode get mando'a names they modify into basic names or names in basic they translate into mando'a#and occasionally the two names are completely unrelated#idk ive been thinking abt this a lot (esp for something ill probably never use because idk how to incorporate it into a fic lol)#star wars#the clone wars#swtcw#mando'a#commander appo#commander bacara#commander blackout#commander bly#commander cody#kote#commander doom#commander fox#commander gree#captain gregor#commander grey#commander mayday#commander monnk#commander neyo#commander odd ball#commander ponds#captain rex#commander stone#commander thire#commander thorn#commander wolffe
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Sharing images of tweets that cover exactly how I am feeling about people clutching their pearls over the Met Gala. As someone with Palestinian heritage, I find it really performative and even repugnant to be throwing around photos of dead Palestinians, even going as far as to compare them to dresses.
I also want to point out that fashion is a part of history and preserving fashion for history is expensive and a lot of work. This why things like the Met Gala exists. I read the other day that the works of one of the first Black runway fashion designers no longer exists because it wasn't preserved. It all disintegrated. Archival work is one of the most important but overlooked jobs! Appreciate what museums are trying to do here!
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They're Mates - with Y/N Pt 1
Summary - Feyre meets Rhys's Inner Circle and witnesses the strength of the mating bond.
Warnings - abusive family mentioned.
Other Notes - 1k words; Please note that most of these lines/plot points are inspired or directly quoted from ACOMAF; I originally posted this where Reader was given the name 'Vee' but am putting this one out for anyone who might prefer y/n.
Part One || Part Two || Part Three
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Feyre looked up to see the same two males from earlier standing in the doorway, grinning, and a new presence. A beautiful female with wings like the others. She wore a deep blue gown that reached the floor––her hair resting over both her shoulders. The two males wore black leather with a sword strapped against their backs. Feyre noted the power each of them seemed to hold.
The male who was a bit large than the other, spoke up with a light chuckle. “We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to Feyre.”
The female shot him a pointed look. “Last time I checked, nobody wanted to take you up on that offer, Cassian.” The male who stood between the female and Cassian let out a light, short, laugh before whispering something into the female’s ear making her eyes twinkle subtly. Feyre watched as Cassian gave his own pointed look.
“No secrets in front of our guest, Az,” Cassian said with a grin.
The light danced across their faces allowing Feyre to observe their physical features for a moment. Similar to Rhysand, all three were dark-haired. Both males had tanned skin and hazel eyes. Feyre couldn’t quite tell the eye color of the female standing next to Az, but she gave off an air of beauty and power.
Cassian grinned again, looking Rhys and Feyre up and down. “You made poor Feyre dress up, brother,” he said before winking in her direction. His features were rough like someone had molded him, from the earth.
The second male was more classically beautiful, though hard to read. He was certainly the one who would be a surprise in the dark, the hidden knife. Feyre noticed the light sparkle in his eyes anytime he looked at the female to his left. It piqued a curiosity in Feyre.
Rhys said, “Azriel––my spymaster,” indicating the one in the middle. He then indicated the female. “Y/N. An emissary for the Night Court.” A name, Feyre later learned, Az had adopted for the emissary after she declared she did not want the name her abusive family had given her.
She immediately offered her hand with a warm smile. “Welcome, Feyre.” She gently squeezed Feyre’s before she quickly let go and Feyre does her best to not seem eager as she stepped back to stand next to the High Lord of the night Court, again.
“You’re brothers?” Feyre asked. The two males before her looked similar. The kind of similar where people who come from the same place do, not familial similar.
“All bastards are brothers in some sense,” Rhys responded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
Before Feyre could ask Cassian said, “And I command Rhys’s armies.”
Feyre nodded, shifting on her feet slightly before her eyes glanced to see Azriel taking another glance in the emissary’s direction. She looked right back with a smile that showed a clear fondness for the spymaster. The moment went as quickly as it came when Az turned his gaze to Feyre. “Cassian also excels at pissing everyone off. Especially amongst our friends. So, as a friend of Rhysand, good luck.”
Feyre was giving more attention to not being recognized as the girl Under the Mountain. She wondered, for just a moment if they knew––maybe they didn’t. That was quickly answered when Cassian nudged past the Night Court’s spymaster requiring Az to flare his wings to keep himself balanced. Feyre watched Y/N’s hand fall to Azriel’s lower back to assist. Feyre noticed the fleeting moment of eye contact between the spymaster and the emissary, but it quickly became a second thought as Cassian asked his question about how Feyre had made the bone ladder in the Middengard Wyrm’s lair, when as he put it, “you looked like your own bones could snap at any moment.”
Y/N shot Cassian another pointed gaze, but it turned into a grin after Feyre made a sarcastic comment of her own. The general laughed and Azriel’s eyebrow lifted with approval as the shadows swirled around him, tighter. Feyre’s need to understand the gift only furthered when the shadows swirled up and around Y/N’s wrist playfully, before weaving around the ends of her hair.
Her curiosity once again was pushed to the side when Feyre heard, thankfully, a familiar voice…Mor. “I hope Cassian’s howling means Feyre told him to shut his fat mouth.”
Y/N quickly whispered something into Az’s ear, his shadows lightened slightly from around him. Feyre’s curiosity about the nature of their relationship increasing.
“I don’t know why I forget you two are related,” Cassian told Mor, while glancing over at Rhys for just a moment. “You two and your clothing.” The High Lord rolled his eyes, but Feyre had her own focus on the emissary and the spymaster who were both standing in silence, stealing glances at each other.
“I wanted to impress Feyre. You could have tried to make an effort to comb your hair,” Mor responded.
Cassian braced his feet a little farther apart on the floor in a fighting stance Feyre recognized, perhaps too well. “Unlike some people, I have better things to do with my time than sit in front of the mirror for hours,” the general bit back.
“Yes,” Mor the said, tossing her hair over her shoulder, “since swaggering around––”
“We have company,” Azriel said in a soft warning, spreading his wings as he tried to herd everyone.
“Relax, Az,” Mor said as she dodged the spymaster’s outstretched wing. “We won’t fight. We promised Rhys.”
Feyre barely noticed Az stop in his tracks, letting out the smallest of huff and his shadows seem to become thicker. She then watched as Y/N took one of Az’s hands in her own, gently pressing her lips to the back of it. His shadows lightened around him. Apparently the question about their relationship reached Feyre’s face because Rhys leaned down slightly to say, “They’re mates. Azriel and Y/N. They’ve known each other a little over 500 years and been mates just under 500.”
Feyre considered that fact, thinking there was something delicately beautiful about nearly 500 years of commitment between the two. Now she just had a few thousand more questions about the court’s spymaster and emissary. Question she decided were for another time as Mor indicated the empty seat beside her. Feyre knew the image of Az whispering into his mate’s ear and the twinkle in her eye would be etched into the back of her mind forever.
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#acotar fanfiction#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#acomaf#rhysand#feyre archeron#rhysand x feyre#cassian#morrigan#mor#3rd person pov
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I think about sjm trying to say this was about rhysand in acomaf. like did she read her own writing?? god it pisses me off so much😭 Feyre hadnt even met rhysand at this point im pretty sure plus the suriel directly implicates that it means tamlin “high lords manor” like goddamn feysanders rlly hunting for scraps to justify their shitty little retcon ship.
#acotar#tamlin#a court of thorns and roses#pro tamlin#sarah j maas#rhysand#anti rhysand#feyre#sjm#sjm critical#feysand#anti feysand#it takes a lot to annoy me with writing in books and sjm does it so effortlessly#I like the first acotar book but acomaf can die in a whole#everytime ppl say the suriel meant rhysand a fairy dies#i HATE rhysand so much#he’s genuinely a horrible person but some of yall collapse the second a hot male character is a ‘feminist’#rhysand is a performative feminist#at least tamlin actually cares about humans and y’know slavery#mr i cant enforce the ban rhysand can go DIE#he shoulve stayed dead in acowar
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i watched sonic prime
#sonic prime spoilers#sonamy#sonic prime#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#thorn rose#princess mononoke#i KNOW at least one other person has already drawn this concept#i knew i had to draw it from the moment thorn rose showed up
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can i just appreciate how good sonic prime did amy?
rusty rose is an evil version of amy. from what little we know about her she was mechanically enhanced to survive. while i was a bit disappointed with how she joined team sonic, it only being temporary, and us not learning much more about her, she was still so good. she's cold, stoic, and heartless in contrast to prime amy. i really hope we learn more about her in the next few episodes.
thorn rose is SUCH an interesting take on how amy's love of nature could be taken to the extreme. she's not evil unlike rusty but she will choose nature over her friends. she thinks she's doing everything to protect nature so when sonic shows her what she's done she breaks down. thanks to him she's able to realize that she wasn't protecting the jungle and was able to talk things out with her friends.
black rose isn't fleshed out as much as the other amys but she's still cool.
also can we talk about black rose and rusty rose seeing each other?? and how rusty kinda malfunctioned shortly when she saw black rose? none of the other character's alternate counterparts saw their other selves. what are the prime writers cooking with amy in particular?? or is it me reading too deep into things again??
whatever it is i'm happy to see all different versions of my girl done justice
#i remember someone who works on sonic prime said amy is very important to the show on twitter#and another person said his favourite character in the show aside from sonic is amy#maybe they were referring to the episode about thorn rose#or some future episodes??#either way i'm excited to see what prime holds for my girl#sonic the hedgehog#sonic prime#sonic prime spoilers#amy rose#rusty rose#thorn rose#black rose#rebecca talks
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i fully understand having a skewed sense of perception when you’re as traumatised as feyre is i just wish she became more aware of it as she “healed” but no
rhysand could say the sky is green and feyre would be like “i could see it now — with my new fae senses — as it stretched out behind my beautiful mate —the truth tamlin had locked me away to keep me from realising — but rhys had promised me — promised me the world and the truth — and i could feel my bowels becoming solid with the knowledge —“
😭😭😭
You don’t understand how hard this made me laugh because this is really how sjm be writing.Just spreading lies about tamlin as she compares his every breath to rhys and the goddamn ellipses after every thought.Reveal yourself anon you’re hilarious.
#i was laughing for 7 mins stg#this is actually sjm in my inbox#also i agree with your point#feyre lacks empathy and often doesn’t or refuses to realize that she’s not the only person struggling#idk if this is bc she’s so young or if she’s genuinely just dumb#im so glad these books aren’t from feyre’s pov anymore 💀💀#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#anti rhysand#anti feysand#feyre critical
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I've buried the reaper and stolen his crown
I'm slaying the prophet and bringing god down
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