If Gwyn Does End Up Being A Light Singer, Then Once Azriel And Gwyn Have Children I'm Going To Call Them

if Gwyn does end up being a light singer, then once Azriel and Gwyn have children I'm going to call them dawn singers.

I introduce to you my new favorite crackship that makes zero sense but it makes sense

Dozriel. That's right, Dozriel.

Dorian and Azriel because why not? If we can ship whoever we want then I'll ship both kings and enjoy the mental image. And I don't mean it in a romantic way but a bromance way.

Imagine Azriel's shadows playing with Dorian's invisible hands. The lost of kinky stuff they would do.

So, yeah. Dozriel. My new break from the Elriel/Gwynriel war.

Imagine Nesta and Emerie walking Gwyn down the altar so she can meet her husband/mate/Azriel

That's it, thank you.

BONUS: Rhys crying in the front seat because him and Gwyn (in my mind) have a beautiful bond

It's clown day! 🤡

Let's celebrate! 🥳

Why can't this happen in real life

To The Readers Who Look Up At The Stars... and Wish.

Azriel X Reader

Content Warning: unedited.

Summary: Azriel can't tear himself from the stars.

A/N: I will add the taglist when I get to a computer! Enjoy!

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

Nesta searched for her friend. She knew that he and Cassian had returned from a tough mission as her mate had returned bruised and exhaustion dominated over his features. He desired to bathe and go straight to bed, barely able to bend and place a tender, loving kiss to her lips. And it took a lot to exhaust the General in such a way, and she knew she needed to check in with the shadowsinger.

The Valkyrie approached Azriel's door and knocked. Her frown deepened as her knocks went ignored. She tested the door, know, the cold biting into her skin as she twisted and shocked to find the door bent to her will and opened.

As the eldest Archeron walked into his room, she took a moment to take in his room. He kept it clean and organized with minimal decor, and yet the room felt cozy, and Nesta could even see the painting of him and his brothers at the top of Ramiel and smiled her hand grazing lightly over the crimson hue of her mates Siphons. A cool sensation threaded through Nesta's fingers tugging her, and she smiled, looking down to find a shadow swirling around her hand. "Hello, where is he?" The shadow tugged once more, and she followed as it led her to his balcony.

Azriel was leaning against the balcony rail, his wings tucked tightly, and his shadows pooled at his feet relaxed. Though his back was to her, Nesta could tell that he was looking up at the night sky, the stars and the moon illuminating the balcony. Nesta walked up and leaned next to him.

They stood in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Azriel, to the Valkyrie's surprise, spoke, a smile tugging at his lips, "My beloved will return to me, tonight."

Nesta's head snapped toward the shadowsinger, "Beloved?"

Azriel nodded, "Yes. Each star is a reader of our story, Nes." He pointed to a large bright star, Nesta's gaze follows, "That one emerges often, and it's as if my body just pulls me to it when it appears. I know this reader is special, a beautiful creature that deserves to be cherished."

Nesta faced her friend once more, "How can you be sure?"

Azriel smiled, "I just do. Nes." As he rubbed his chest, his siphons glowing atop his scarred hand.

Nesta bit her lip for a brief moment, "I wonder if I'm the villain in this story."

"Quite the opposite." Cassian's voice called out from the balcony door. Nesta swirled around to find the General with the tired grin. "You are quite beloved. You've helped many heal, My Love." He held out his hand, and Nesta grabbed his, "My beautiful, loving Mate." Cassian kissed her temple. "Let's go to bed."

Nesta nodded but not before turning back to Azriel. To find her smiling at her. "I'm alright, I promise. We'll go have breakfast at the bakery you like tomorrow." Nesta nodded her head as Cassian led her out of the shadowsinger's room.

Azriel's head looked back up at the Stars, "Oh beloved, how I yearn to touch you." He lifted his hand as though he could caress the star. His thumb tried desperately to caress it as though it were your cheek. "My beautiful Reader. Sweet Dreams. I'll see you soon." Lowering his hand, he walked toward his bed, but not before looking up at his star once more. Wishing that one day his path would find its way to you.

Softly, you shut the book and lean your head against nothing. Wishing scarred calloused hands were cupping your face so tenderly. That wings spanning so wide they would touch both walls of your room would hover over you in a wave of protectiveness. Sadness hollowed you out, as that would never come to be. Azriel, the spymaster of the Night Court, was fictional, and as you got ready for bed, your mind wandered to what night time routine would look like the Illyrian. Even though he was fictional, you could still daydream about what life with him would look like!

As you crawled into your bed, you shut off your light and let the light from the moon illuminate your room. Looking at a particular bright star, your eyes began to grow heavy. You barely registered the shadows swirling over your copy of the popular book that the shadow singer makes his first appearance in as unconsciousness consumed you.

You awoke in a bed that was fairly familiar to you, and when you tried to move a muscled arm that was around, your waist stiffened, keeping you in place. Your head turned, and your pulse quickened as soft hazel eyes met yours. A smile tugged at his lips, and your eyes drifted to his bare chest tattoos kissing his skin. You jolted slightly as his shadows snaked up your leg. Azriel chuckled, and you met his gaze oncemore. "Hi." You whispered.

Azriel's scarred hand cupped your cheek, his smile never faltering. "Welcome home, my sweet Reader." He pressed his lips to yours, and you couldn't help but smile. Home. He felt like home.

If this was a dream you prayed, no one would dare wake you up.

~Fin

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The Mother and the Cauldron - creating Elucien

@elucienweekofficial2024 here is my contribution for elucien week 2024! Hope you enjoy!

The Mother: Cauldron, come forth.

The Cauldron: What do you need, Mother?

The Mother: I have a question.

The Cauldron: Nothing new.

The Mother: May I ask the question?

The Cauldron: You are strangely polite today but sure, you may.

The Mother: we know hybern has the Archeron sisters

The Cauldron: Yes, we do.

The Mother: And we know that in about five seconds, Elain will come out of the Cauldron as a Fae.

The Cauldron: Still wondering why I am an actual Cauldron, but yes, she will.

The Mother: And you found her beautiful

The Cauldron: I did, she's nice and scared

The Mother: so you gave her a nice gift

The Cauldron: I did. She's a seer.

The Mother: wonderful. So I was thinking: My calculations about mates are always right, so I did some work and she will find her mate as soon as she comes out

The Cauldron: She will? That's nice, they usually have to put a lot of work for it. Who's it gonna be? Cassian? Tamlin? Azriel?

The Mother: Not Cassian, he already has a mate.

The Cauldron: Right, I forgot. Tamlin?

The Mother: No, I have something else in store for him.

The Cauldron: Then...Azriel? He's been waiting for 500 years.

The Mother: no, no. Not him. That would be more toxic than Hybern.

The Cauldron: so whom? And if you say the King of Hybern I will open up and swallow this universe-

The Mother: Calm down, not him. I was thinking about a handsome red head with a russet eye and fire in his blood...

The Cauldron: ....

The Mother: what do you think?

The Cauldron: didn't he have a mate?

The Mother: I honestly don't know who gave him that impression, but no. He is mateless.

The Cauldron: well, that ought to mess him up. Angst, fluff...I mean, it could work?

The Mother: Right? She can braid flowers into his hair...

The Cauldron: And he can bring her to the continent...

The Mother: and she can go to spring...

The Cauldron: And she is a flower so she needs sunshine...

The Mother: yeah, and he is the heir of day...

The Cauldron: I see it working.

The Mother: Right? The fox and the faun

The Cauldron: The spell breaker and the seer...I like it. I see the plot

The Mother: yeah, impossible to miss the clear signs

The Cauldron: Yeah, they're made for each other. Here comes Elain!

The Mother: okay, to your position. We have a story to start!