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the court (3)

hi guys! part 3 is finally here and i apologize for the delay and also that it is so short :(. i've had some problems these days, but today i could finally finish this part and finally bring it to you guys! i hope you like it and see you next time! <3

summary: you and Azriel had to start making peace with the reality you were to live from now on... pairing: azriel x f!reader words: +2k warnings: bad words and mentions of captivity

part 1: the cliff

part 2: the house

part 4: the routine

You felt strange. The last few days had passed too quickly since you had been dragged out of the tiny cell where you lived, if you could call it living. You hadn't thought you would be unlucky enough to see the high lord of the Night Court again, but that last day on the mountain, his face was almost the last one you saw.

The memory made you shudder, an uneasiness coursing through your body that tried to counteract the calm coming from the other side of the bond. Azriel was silent, which you had noticed was quite common for him. Mor was at his side, sending you a reassuring smile that did little to calm your nerves. You didn't know how Azriel was coping with it all so well when you felt like you were going to explode.

The scene could almost be funny.

Tarquin, your High Lord, was at a safe distance, sharing a lethal gaze with Azriel through the masses of air. Mor was a few steps ahead, holding her hard stare for everyone else.

Only one was missing… the High Lord of the Night Court.

Your parents were not there, because they were over the border with the Day Court, which is why there were also envoys and representatives from Helion. You would only have to run a couple of meters to reach your Court, to return home.

Azriel at your side sighed and you couldn't help but send him a sidelong glance. It was impossible for you to decipher his expression, so you couldn't tell if the separation hurt him as much as it did you. It was never your intention to separate from him as soon as you met, in fact, you spent many nights imagining and dreaming that your mate would appear and take you far away from that mountain. But Azriel was basically the right hand of the reason you had ended up captured, you didn't know how things worked like that and you didn't want to make any more trouble. Going home was what you wanted and maybe what would work for everyone.

Barely a little over a minute would've passed when Tarquin spoke.

“Y/N,” he addressed you and you turned your gaze from your mate to your high lord. “You are home. Please come.”

You looked at his outstretched hand feeling a hand wrap around your throat and the warmth of Azriel's wings cover you from the not at all cold winds of Court Day. You passed saliva carefully, sending a glance to your partner, who kept his jaw tense and his gaze fixed on your High Lord.

You took a step forward and felt those shadows, which you knew were part of Azriel, swirl about your feet as you walked.

The Court Day was not cold, but the moment you separated from Azriel you began to feel chilled.

Clasping your hands in front of you, you walked towards your High Lord, quickening your pace each time you felt further away from the members of the Night Court who now kept their gaze fixed on your neck. As you reached Tarquin's side, you caught sight of Azriel again and for a second he couldn't hide the pitiful expression on his face. He watched you for just the tiniest of seconds, which felt eternal, when he hardened his gaze again to look at Tarquin.

“Where is he?” your High Lord spoke again, when he was sure you were behind him and in the custody of his warriors.

“He's coming,” Mor spoke, shifting her pace on her feet to the side of a stiff Azriel.

“Good,” Tarquin nodded. “I suppose we can wait a while.”

He turned and you had to look away from Azriel as he raised one of his hands in the direction of the border.

“You're free to go home. Your parents are waiting.”

Out of the corner of your eye you barely noticed Azriel move, but you might as well have imagined it because Tarquin was obstructing most of your view. You could barely give your mate a glance, savoring the feeling of the bond once more, trying to send something that wasn't fear or panic or sadness before you left, which you knew was what you had felt these past few days because you had no strength to control the flow of emotions that traveled through that; no strength to put up a wall around you. It was a habit, during your days of captivity you always hoped that someday the High Lord of the Night Court could easily see through you.

You noticed a slight nod of his head and that was enough. You turned on your feet to walk ahead of the soldiers, though your body begged you to turn back and take refuge in your mate, though his shadows still swirled at your feet no matter the distance, leaving him alone. You didn't want him to be alone, but you didn't know how to ask them not to follow you.

But when you were close to the border and spotted the silhouettes of your parents, any thought vanished from your head. Anything other than that you were home, that you were able to return, that you could see your parents again. There was no better feeling than that at that moment.

-

“What?”

Your mother stood in front of you, a cup of her amazing hot chocolate in her hands and her eyes red from spending so many hours crying over your return. They were in the living room, the cozy, homey atmosphere beginning to finally mend the cracks you didn't even know existed in unreachable parts of your soul and head. It was an indescribable peace, but not complete and of course you knew why.

“You can't go back there, Y/N,” your father mimicked your mother's gesture, leaning forward slightly as if they wanted to come closer and wrap their arms around you and never let you leave the house again. You understood their fear, but now you were living a new reality.

“I'm not saying I'm going to leave now or tomorrow. But I will, someday, eventually,” you calmly explained to them. “He's my mate.”

“I don't want that,” your father shook his head and a small amount of pain flooded your chest. During that time you tried hard to keep your emotions from running through the bond for Azriel's sake. Now that surely he and the others must be at the High Lord's house, the last thing you wanted was to worry him.

“Dad, Azriel had nothing to do with what happened.”

He said nothing in response, sinking into the armchair next to your mother who maintained a slightly more neutral expression.

“You speak well of someone who is a mortal enemy of our Court,” her icy voice cut through the silence. The air felt heavier.

You looked at her again, her stone-like expression waiting for you on the other side. “I thought you having worked for the High Lord would understand that you would do anything for his protection.”

Your mother twisted her mouth, crossing her arms over her chest. When she turned her head, your father sent you a reproachful look.

“You know that's a touchy subject for your mother.”

“So is your treating my partner like a criminal,” you frowned at them.

“But he's not innocent,” your mother sentenced, even without turning to look at you.

“Azriel did everything in his power with the knowledge he had- now he's supposed to be omniscient?”

“Whatever conclusion we come to, I don't want you to go back to that court.”

“Dad!”

“The High Lord of the Night Court held you captive for almost fifty years! Are we supposed to be happy that you want to go back?”

“But I found him. My mate… Azriel.”

“Y/N, I hope you understand that this is a very serious situation. And the best decision you can make is not over there,” your mother stood up, seeking to end the conversation at that moment. The euphoria of the welcome had worn off.

“Are you asking me to leave my mate?”

The silence was deafening. Your parents barely glanced sideways at you, still with their expressions twitching.

“What the fuck? What's next, are you going to ask me to reject the bond?” you exclaimed through the pain in your chest. The shadow of helplessness running across your eyes.

“Of course not, sweetheart. Just… do you understand what these years were like for us?”

“Do you understand what they were for me? I was the one who went through it and I'm willing to go back for him,” you looked at your father, exasperated. The last thing you expected from that meeting was for them to end up having a discussion like that. Whatever the High Lord of the Night Court decided to do would never have anything to do with what Azriel could never do. You knew down to your bones that if he had known earlier things would be very different.

“I don't know, Y/N…”

“I'm not going to ask for your permission for this,” you stood up, preparing to go back to your room. Your mother still looked angry and your father frustrated. “I'll stay for a while, but I'm not abandoning Azriel.”

“How long did it take and did he have to find you until you were about to die?”

“That has nothing to do with him and you know it,” you slurred the words, angry. With that feeling throbbing in your chest, you left the living room on your way to your room. At some point you felt a breeze rush through your chest, reminding you of your mate's feeling of bodily warmth.

-

Tarquin's office had never felt so stifling. Azriel had become so used to feeling all your emotions through the bond that now that he felt nothing from the other side he felt too anxious. He knew that whatever Rhysand and Tarquin were talking about was important, too much, and that he should be as vigilant as Mor was, but his head kept coming back to you. He was too worried that he couldn't know how you were doing. He didn't know how he would survive the next few days.

Somehow they had managed to have a diplomatic conversation. Azriel heard a few things at the beginning about the derogatory and venomous remarks of the high lords until they came in to touch on the subject of prisoners and the fight over fifty years ago. Mor was doing her mediating role excellently and knew that they had come to an agreement at some point. That was all he knew.

“However, regardless of what we agree,” Azriel observed Tarquin after feeling his gaze, “whether or not to go back will be up to her.”

“I know,” he averted his gaze, feeling Rhysand turn to watch him. Tarquin stood behind his desk, serious and unyielding as always, but patient… for some reason, understanding.

Azriel felt his chest compress, the all-too-familiar emptiness welcoming his grief, even though it had barely been a couple of days since he had met his mate. It seemed like he had barely begun to live since the day he saw you. So many new emotions and so many inexplicable voids. He couldn't even feel her anymore and that… it could drive him crazy. How would they live from end to end as if nothing? As if it all meant nothing? As if being away from her wouldn't rob him of air?

“You'll see each other again. That's for sure-”

“Don't fucking talk to me,” the Shadowsinger shot up from the chair, Mor barely wincing at the sound.

Tarquin watched curiously between faces and Azriel cursed not being able to hold his tongue every time Rhysand addressed him. He didn't regret it, because he wanted Rhysand to be able to feel a quarter of what you came to feel under his captivity for so many years, though sometimes his head wandered to find excuses for his actions or lack thereof, because this was his friend for centuries, his brother for as long as he could remember, but he also knew he should be mindful of who he was speaking in front of. They weren't supposed to give way to the other high lords of Prythian suspecting in the slightest what the new events had generated in their Inner Circle, that it was something that could shake the foundations of the Court, but Azriel couldn't contain that rage that moved unbridled in his chest and he wasn't about to downplay it when it came to his mate; it was not a trivial matter.

“Az,” Cassian had approached him that morning before leaving, when the Shadowsinger had been standing in front of the entrance to the Town House waiting for the others to arrive to leave for Summer Court; waiting for you, specifically. Azriel had barely glanced sideways at him, easily noticing his slumped shoulders and the low note in his voice. “I know you don't want to talk about it, but you should try to work things out with Rhys. Or at least try to-”

“Should I?” Azriel turned his head, his eyes piercing the barrier of vulnerability in Cassian's gaze. The Shadowsinger was trying, but every time someone mentioned his mate hostility was born within him. He didn't want anyone to go near her or talk about her, or even breathe around her. They didn't deserve it. They couldn't, after everything that had happened. “I wonder what you'd like to hear from me if it was about Nesta.”

Whatever gibberish was going to come out of his friend's mouth died the moment he heard his mate's name. Azriel barely noticed how his body tensed, considering himself satisfied, as some of his shadows stirred around him and then parted from him.

“I will handle this situation as I see fit, Cassian. I don't need your advice or opinions. None of you have the right to come and tell me what I should do,” Azriel spoke between his teeth, trying to maintain his composure, even though anger burned his throat. He was rejoicing in the fact that his shadows had warned him that you were on your way and some of them had stayed with you to accompany you.

“I didn't mean to sound that way, Az, I didn't-”

“This is a situation that concerns only Rhysand, myself and my mate,” Azriel cut him off, turning his body to look at his brother. “If you want to keep things peaceful between us, I beg you to stay out of it.”

Azriel could barely notice the change in Cassian's face, from shock and stupefaction to a kind of nostalgic understanding. Reality weighed heavy on his shoulders, but there was some sort of understanding behind the regret reflected in his expression. Cassian knew that he would've acted the same way Azriel did if Nesta had been in her place and that as much as he wanted to try to keep things stable in his home, the decision was not his to make alone. The situation depended on Rhysand's repentance, Azriel's capacity for acceptance and your willingness to forgive.

“Should I be worried?” Tarquin spoke, snapping Azriel out of the incessant whispering in his head. He turned to look at him, frowning, flicking his gaze between him and Rhysand.

“No,” he replied before Mor could, earning a glare from his friends.

Tarquin didn't look convinced, Azriel couldn't convince anyone by speaking with so much pent-up anger, but the subject wasn't broached again. And, a couple of hours later, they were back at the Town House.

-

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the routine (4)

heeeey guys. this is a short one but i wanted to share something with you, since it's been a while! it's getting harder to write, but i found some peace of mind today so i wanted to give you this. hope u like this! love u all and hopefully see u next time. i promise it's gonna get better, just give me some time :(.

summary: trying to settle into life after what happened has proven to be just as difficult for both you and Azriel… pairing: azriel x fem!reader words: 1.5k warnings: still just angst.

part 1: the cliff

part 2: the house

part 3: the court

There was something bittersweet hanging around your house since that argument with your parents. It had been a week since you had returned and, sadly, things didn't feel as good as they used to. You didn't expect you all to be exactly the same either, you and your parents had been through specific times that wouldn't allow them to ever be the same again, especially when they were so reluctant for you to return to the Night Court. Even you didn't know if you would be completely ready to do so in the near future.

One good thing was that, during those days, you had learned to manage your emotions to keep them from running strongly through the bond you shared with Azriel so as not to overwhelm him. Perhaps it was the only thing that had distracted you during that time from rethinking what had happened, even more than your parents' attempts at conversation.

There was also the matter of the shadows. You knew they were Azriel's, you thought they belonged to him, but some of them were constantly accompanying you, and they got scares out of your father from time to time.

Going back to your parents was supposed to bring you peace, but you felt calmer every time you looked at the tattoo running down your arm and the promise Azriel had made to you with crystallized eyes.

“I hear your thoughts all the way over here, you know?”

You lifted your head, blinking faster. The wind caressed your cheeks and moved your loose hair, for a moment forgetting where you were. Shadows gathered around your feet.

“I'm sorry, did you say something?”

Alya had a posture with her arms up, sending you a curious look. Your childhood friend barely needed to hear the tones in your voice to know when you were lying, but she seemed to want to let it go that time. The people around you didn't seem to know how to deal with the conversations when word got out that you were back, but Alya had a talent for knowing when to touch on topics and when not to.

“Several things,” her body moved toward the fruit baskets, taking the last basket in her arms and starting to walk in the opposite direction. “My brother got married.”

“Really?”

“And he has children.”

“Really?”

“Twins.”

You let out a laugh, remembering Alya's rebellious older brother. Your visits to her house were always accompanied by the constant whining and fighting between Trav and his parents because he didn't want to start a family in the near or distant future. He was so insistent about it, even though it was the only thing his parents wanted. According to Alya's accounts, it was impossible for him not to start imagining that future when he met his mate.

“What about you?”

“Ah, no, please, no. There is nothing interesting to tell about my life. I assure you that Mrs. Taylors had a more exciting life for the past few years than I have,” Alya and you arrived at her mother's fruit stand, where she dropped the last basket of goods you had helped her move all morning. You marched beside her, detailing the look of nonchalance she was trying so hard to maintain.

“It couldn't have just not happened. It was… too many years,” despite the boastfulness with which you wanted to carry the conversation, your voice reached to cut off finishing the sentence. Alya turned to look at you, her worried eyes analyzing your face before grabbing your wrist and walking away from the fruit stand.

“You know you don't have to pretend around me, right?”

Alya closed the door to her house behind her. Her family had gotten a very homey house right in the heart of the city's commerce and they kept their very well kept stall right in front of it. Every corner of the place felt like a home because of the great dedication and love her whole family put into it. Even when her brother was missing, it seemed that the house had not lost any strength or presence.

Maybe that's why you felt a wave of longing and nostalgia hit your body, leaving you more vulnerable than you had been the last few days.

“Living with my parents hasn't been so great,” you began, lowering your gaze with a frown. Alya had moved into the kitchen and you had happily settled down on the counter right in front of the stove. Your hands in front of you on the white ceramic were moving nervously, interlocking and clattering your nails on the hard material. “After so long I thought that… I thought that nothing would change when I came back. I thought we'd be even closer together than before, I even thought we'd sleep together. I spent so many nights… alone and so cold. I couldn't bear the thought of going back and having to go through that kind of torturous loneliness again.”

Alya moved in front of you, setting aside the tea brewing to clasp her hands in yours, still twitching in nervousness and anxiety. Her expression was no longer one of dread as she noticed shadows moving around you.

“Is it because of him?”

You nodded, and acknowledging it once again was no less painful.

“It's illogical, I think,” Alya rested her arms on the ceramic, frowning slightly. The warmth of her hands, even though it wasn't a bit chilly in her house, brought you just enough coziness to try to soothe your heart. It reminded you of that moment at the border of Court Day next to Azriel. “After so long without seeing you, why not take advantage of the indefinite time you'll be with them? They stress too much about something that could happen in two decades, even.”

“I've tried to tell them, but I don't think they'll be happy until I tell them I'm not coming back.”

“What about him?” Alya cocked her head to one side, and at your confused look added, “He wouldn't be willing to come?”

“What? No. I couldn't even suggest it to him,” you shook your head as soon as the words left her mouth.

“Why not?”

“His whole life is in that court, Alya. Asking him to give it all up for me just because I wouldn't be willing to do it for him, wouldn't that be too selfish?”

“You must keep in mind that you've been through special circumstances. If he really feels a quarter of the bond love, then he won't mind giving up everything for you.”

“I don't want to talk about this anymore. The tea is going to dry up.”

Alya shifted letting out a gasp of surprise.

“Fine. But you have to keep in mind that it's not just about you now. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to make decisions for him or stop making them because it's not just your feelings you have to be careful with.”

-

Azriel still didn't understand how Mor had convinced Tarquin and Rhysand to meet for that reunion on the day you finally returned home, but he was immensely grateful that she had been able to negotiate the terms down to the last instance. The same thing he would've done.

“Are you ever going to see him again?”

“Not as long as I live.”

The aforesaid appeared at the training camp when Azriel was taking some time away from the crowd of people living in the Town House. He would never have believed that he would rather strain his body until he passed out just so he wouldn't have to meet Rhysand's or Cassian's face at every corner. The blood in his veins burned as if it had poison in it, one step away from starting to spit in their directions as if they were the only ones to blame for everything that had happened.

As if he needed to find a culprit for your departure.

But there was no one to blame. It had been your decision. And every day since then Azriel's sentence became significantly larger and more tedious to carry. The worst part was not even knowing when that ordeal would end. Living with that bitterness in his heart and that emptiness in his soul, he didn't believe there could ever be peace in his relationship with his brothers. No one in the house overlooked that.

"She's fine," Mor changed the subject abruptly, knowing exactly how to appease the flame of his anger.

Azriel nearly melted with his forehead against the punching bag. His shoulders slumped in momentary relaxation, the only relaxation he'd allowed himself to have since you'd left.

“You saw her?”

“Yes, she was spending time with her friends. She was smiling. Laughing. She looked happy.”

Azriel had to fight the whine that wanted to escape his lips. He shook his head in assent, trying to keep the emotions at bay, sending a silent thank you through the masses of air. He felt his heart squeezed inside his chest. Every day was a constant uncertainty because he couldn't even feel her anymore…

Mor had to travel weekly to Summer because one of the terms of their agreement with Tarquin required it and for the last three weeks all Azriel had been waiting for was news about you, to know that you were well, that you looked well, that you were really happy there, at home… away from him.

“You know that doesn't imply that she wants to forget you, right?”

The mere implication made his head fall back on the sack. Azriel tried to nod, feeling the words and his own emotions choking him. His body would become an inert object at some point, that much he knew, because he couldn't spend too long living like this. He couldn't even imagine it, if he was just beginning the period that could last for years, even centuries for all he knew.

“I know…” his voice came out choked, almost mistaken for a sigh. “I know.”

He repeated again to himself.

Azriel dreaded knowing how things were going to be from now on.

-

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tis the damn season (a)

a season of sadness wanted to come to an end. 'tis the damn season and you thought maybe you could go home and live with your mate the way it was meant to be…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ series

the cliff, 2, 3, 4 (a) (f) ongoing

you never thought that the road to your mate could bring so much suffering…

more to come...

My volume was all the way up on my headphones and I don't have eardrums anymore

Just a little song that makes me think of Gwynriel. ❤️

This is the most wonderful and amazing post I have ever seen,.

gwynriel are mates

that’s the post

Here's the thing:

It doesn't matter who you ship, and I'll be very clear about this: You are not entitled to be a horrible human being with someone who disagrees with your ship. Be it Gwynriel or Elriel or Elucien or the underwear of you nonna, you are not allowed to become a despicable human being simply because someone says "Your ship is not happening."

The toxicity of this fandom is reaching a new limit and it seems that people are forgetting that these books are for entertainment. They are not real. AND even if they were real, you are not excused for your awful behaviour.

It doesn't matter who Azriel ends up with. IT DOES NOT MATTER WHO HE END UP WITH. He is part of a book. A BOOK. YOU ARE BEING AWFUL TO REAL HUMANS, TO REALITY.

If I were SJM I would kill Azriel just to teach people a lesson.

Gwynriels, elriels, eluciens, IT DOES NOT MATTER WHO YOU SHIP

Be respectful and stop shaming yourselves in the internet. Once you post something you can't delete it, and even worse, once you hurt someone, you can't take it back.

I'm over this toxicity.

my ACOTAR fancast- Inner circle

CASSIAN:

I think we can all agree that Can Yaman is the perfect Cassian. He looks like he could tell you "hold to the headboard" and threaten to kill you, and all you will be able to say is "thank you." He is from Turkey.

AZRIEL:

This man is BEAUTIFUL AND EXACTLY AS I PICTURED AZ. He has those airs of "I know how to make you scream" and you don't know if he means from pleasure or pain but I'll be up for both. Imagine him with shadows and wings and BANG! Azriel daddy. His name is Evans Nikolakopoulos and he from Greece.

AMREN:

I mean, yes? Jung Ho Yeon has that mystical face that for sure has that unknown power inside of her. Only problem for me is her height but it's okay! I still love her a lot and imagining her with Varian and rejecting Rhys? Dude. I'm up for her.

MORRIGAN:

I had trouble deciding on Mor because I wanted someone who was not front United States but I decided on Dove Cameron because she is beautiful and has that look of "I will challenge all of you for my freedom". Besides, its Dove Cameron. That's enough explanation.

RHYSAND:

this man doesn't need an explanation. It's Henry Cavill. That's it. Any other choice is wrong.

Now,

I wanted non- American actors because of the accent. I need my ACOTAR family to have accents. NON AMERICAN ACCENTS. Dove is Dove but she is Dove and I love her. This is my fancast.

Stay tuned for the Archeron sisters, the high Lord's, the Valkyries, the band of exiles and more!

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

but imagine they're just so obvious that both of them realize

You know what’s gonna be so great?

Lucien and Elain hooking up and Jurian and Vassa are humans and aren’t gonna be able to smell their scents have been mixed.

Hehehehe

let's make it a hot take: if Rhys can be trash to Nesta, let Nesta be trash to Rhys. Let's equal the dueling ground and make them be the fight partner each other has when things are rough.

Screw a brother sister dynamic just because they're jn laws. Let them hate each other but let Nesta scream at Rhys too.

Let them hate each other, but let Nesta be able to defend herself.

Idk if this is a hot take or not but I actually want Nesta and Rhysand to hate each other. I just wish the dynamic was more equal than just him abusing his sister-in-law.

To be known by you

I'm just gonna giggle like a little girl and drop this here in Tumblr.

This is a little peek into something I've been working for a while now. It's gonna be a series (elucien/gwynriel) but the main characters will be Elain and Gwyn. ELRIELS, BRYRIELS OR WHOEVER OTHER TOXIC SHIP YOU BELONG DO NOT INTERACT.

WARNINGS: Honestly, just two girls being girls (👩‍🦰🗡👱‍♀️🌸).

Enjoy this little peek! And don't forget to show your support, I really want to keep this one going.

Elain was convinced that she, as a matter of fact, did not belonged in the night court.

But then, she didn't belong in any court.

The proof was how she had asked to go to the house of wind to visit Nesta and Cassian, but since Nesta was not there and Cassian had to go somewhere she wasn't allowed to know because she wasn't a member of the inner circle, they had dropped her off at the house and told her that someone would go and take care of her soon.

Now, she was there, a grown woma--female, and she was waiting for her nanny to come and pay heed to her needs.

She didn't know what was more pathetic: the fact that they thought she needed a nanny, or the way she simply accepted it.

Currently, she was looking around the library, remembering those first months where she had been reborn, remembering how empty she felt at the way she had lost everything. She still felt like that sometimes.

"You must be Elain." A voice behind her said, curiosity being laced with the delicate voice of the female.

Elain turned around ready to find an actual nanny, but instead she found a tiny red haired girl with teal eyes and a million freckles, with a toned body being covered by illyrian leathers.

The female blinked at her, and Elain found her voice. "Yes," She mumbled and then shook her head clearing the whispers in there. "I mean: yes, I am Elain."

The red haired girl nodded and closed the library door behind her. "Well, I must confess that I was expecting to take care of a kid." Elain blushed furiously which caused the red haired girl to hurry and explain. "Not that there is something wrong with needing someone to take care of you! Because it is okay, I should know ," the girl shook her head with a sight. "What I mean is that the way Cassian said I had to come and they way he worded it made me believe I would be babysitting."

That unsettled Elain. The inner circle had stopped protecting her a long time ago and had started to keep her locked within herself. They didn't told her anything, they kept quiet always, they didn't include her in plans that could possibly affect her.

And Rhys, by the cauldron, Rhys acted with Nesta so horribly simply because Nesta hadn't kept Feyre from going into the forest to hunt. Sometimes, when Rys was being a total arse, she imagined herself getting up and screaming at him that she was also guilty of it, that Nesta wasn't the only one to blame.

Sometimes the guilt ate her alive. Yes, she had no idea about hunting like Feyre or being aggressive like Nesta but she knew how to grow things. She could have grown vegetables to feed her family instead of spending all that money on flowers. But the inner circle only blamed Nesta, and kept Elain in a cocoon that was starting to deem a bit too tight.

"I do not need a nanny." Elain mumbled quietly, not wanting to offend the female that had clearly gone to babysit her in good graces.

The red haired girl nodded. "Noted. What about company? Azriel is going for bloodshed today in training and even though I am up for a challenge most of the time, I have my cycle and I feel near death."

Elain nodded curiously even though the mention of the shadow singer had moved an old wound inside her. Her mind whispered a name and Elain couldn't help but ask, "what is your name?" The female walked to one of the couches, giving her a soft smile.

"Gwyneth Berdara, but you can call me Gwyn." She recognized the name.

Gwyneth Berdara, one of Nesta's closest friends. She had won the blood rite as a carynthian, was a valkyrie and was an acolyte in the library.

Not only that, but she was also Azriel's mate.

The knowledge made her wince a little. After winter solstice, after the fiasco with Azriel, she have had a vision.

Azriel had gone with Rhys and Elain had been left clutching her necklace for dear life when the vision suddenly struck her. In her vision, Azriel was laughing but she couldn't hear his laugh, his eyes were sparkling as he stared at someone, and then a blur of red was going in circles around him, with a soft laugh echoing through her mind; his shadows were twirling freely and peacefully, and when the blur stopped, she saw red hair and Azriel gave a step forward and whispered "Gwyneth."

Elain had been able to see the threads of the mating bond between them, had seen the love and the longing in Azriel's face and she had known that she didn't stood a chance against it, so she had left the necklace behind and walked to her room, just a few door away from her own mate, and cried herself to sleep. Now, his mate was right in front of her and she was sure he knew who she was.

Her knowing who he was seemed impossible, but that was not her business. She had enough with her own mating problem, or in better words: the lack thereof.

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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Write some dom mommy Nesta for us 😝

Pretty Girl

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Oral, FF

"Please Nes!" You cry out, bucking your hips up for her fingers. Nesta looks down at you with a pout, mocking you. "Oh, pretty girl." She purrs and caresses the side of your hip, which makes you whimper for your touch. "Now what did we say about patience, hmm?" She whispers. You whimper. She spits on her fingers and slowly inserts one in you. You let out a moan as she feels around you. "Is that okay pretty?" She whispers. "Yes! Oh Nes!" You moan. She smirks and slowly inserts another one and your back arches off the bed. "Nesta!" You moan as she continues to pump in you. "Oh, y/n. I don't think you realize how pretty you are. Oh, my pretty girl." She smiles at you, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your moans start getting higher in pitch, signaling to Nesta that you were close to your climax.

Then she pulls her fingers out of you.

You sob. "Please Nes! I-I've been such a good girl!" Nesta smirks as she lowers herself to your pretty pink pussy. "I know pretty. I just want to taste you. Can I do that?" She looks up at you. "Yes." You breathe. She licks your slit, making you arch your back and groan. Then she starts sucking and tasting and teasing your bundle of nerves. "Nes! Oh!" You moan out, grinding against her mouth. You let out a series of moans and whimpers as she continues to feast on your pussy. Then you feel that coil starting to free itself. "Nes! Nes I'm gonna-" "Cum for me mon amour." She whispers huskily. You finally let go with a cry and you release all over her face. She looks up at your dazed state and smirks. "There she is. My pretty girl."

Hello!! I saw you you request were open and I would like to request something if that’s okay💜

Could you do a Rhys x reader where reader’s overworked and Rhys basically gives her a spa day after she comes home one day just tired and on the verge of a breakdown?

Hope you are doing well💜

Of Course! I love my Rhysie Darling!

Overwhelmed

You were so, so tired.

Work was overwhelming. People in general are overwhelming. You work in a bakery, the one place where you are to feel relaxed by the soothing smells of bread, cakes and cookies, which helps you forget about the otherwise impending paperwork you had to help Rhys with, and you were planning to have a relaxing shift with your best friend.

But today, it seemed like everybody and they mama wanted something from your bakery and there was a rush hour. People were all in your face, barking orders at you. One man had called you a bitch for running out of his favorite bread, which was easily corrected by your best friend, who cursed him out. Of course, you tried to stop her, but she didn't listen, which you were secretly grateful for.

But once you had closed up shop, you saw your beloved mate, your fiancé Rhys, standing beside the door. He smiles at you, and a wave of sadness and pent-up feelings washed over you as you dropped your belongings onto the ground and started sobbing, and Rhys rushes over to comfort you. He winnows you both back to your shared room in the House of Wind. "My darling, what saddens you so?" He whispers as he kisses away your tears (or should we say lick? Y'all can pick) and rubs your back soothingly. You sob, burying your face in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear until you calm down to quiet sniffles.

"Now my darling, what happened? What made you cry so much?" He asks and you let out a sigh. "Apparently everyone and their mama wanted to come to the bakery today, because it was a rush the whole day. I didn't get a break, and one man called me a bitch for running out of his favorite bread! And that's not counting the paperwork I haven't edited for you, or the thank you notes I need to send from all of the gifts we got from the engagement-" Rhys quickly shushes you. "My darling slow down. We don't need to worry about all of that right now. Let's just get you some food and some rest and we'll think it over, okay?" He says, brushing some stray hair from your face. You nod and he kisses your forehead and picks you up bridal style, where there was a steaming, jasmine-scented bubble bath waiting for you.

Rhys strips you down and gently places you in the tub and you let out a sigh of relief. Rhys smiles down at you and kneels as he caresses your hand. "Thank you Rhysie." You whisper. "Anything for my mate." He kisses your hand and starts to get up, but you grab his wrist. "Please don't leave." You whimper, the urge to cling to him apparent. "I'm not leaving my y/n. I'm just going to make your food, and I'll come back, and we can cuddle. How does that sound?" He asks. "That sounds wonderful." You say, and he plants a firm kiss on your lips.

"I love you."

I love you more my darling."

A/N: Okay, so this one is half assed, but I hope it's what you want! Keep sending requests and I'll try to update my Mattheo Riddle series!

Hii can you write az saying something he doesn't mean and making reader cry and then comforting her? Or the classic flinching during argument? I just really love hurt/comfort loll

Thank you and I hope you have a good day!! <33

OH I LOVE THESE TROPES! Your wish is my command!

Warnings: Cussing, Yelling, somebody almost getting stabbed.

Reckless

"You can't keep doing that shit y/n!" Azriel yells. "Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do Azriel? Just let them corner my older sisters?" You yell. You were supposed to only stay with Nest and Feyre while they were in the library, but you had risked your life, distracting them so Nesta and Feyre could go get help while you led the Hybern Intel down, down, down into the library, and that's when you had met your new best friend, Bryaxis(which is beside the point). Azriel was horrified to find out that you were down there, by yourself, with no one to protect you. But you were always like that. Doing reckless things with your new immortality.

"You were supposed to find a way out, y/n. You put yourself in these situations and it pisses me off!" He steps close to you wings flaring; eyes filled with icy rage. "You cannot keep being so fucking dumb and reckless!" He shouts.

You flinch at the insult, tears filling your eyes. "You whimper and a sob spills from your lips "I-I'm so sorry Azriel." Azriel's eyes widen. "No, no I'm sorry. I'm so sorry angel, I didn't-" He tries to pull you against his chest, but you shove him away. Azriel's heart breaks as he sees you sob, mentally kicking himself for hurting you.

"I was scared. So, so scared to lose you." He whispers. You look at him. "I didn't mean to say that you're dumb, y/n. You are so smart, the most beautiful fae I have ever seen. And the fact that I insulted you just now kills me. I am so sorry." He says. "It's fine." You whisper. "Now please come and hug me. I don't want to be apart anymore." Azriel nods and starts to walk over, but you rush over, impatient to be in his arms. He kisses the top of your head as he rocks you back and forth, sort of like a slow dance moment. "I love you Azriel." You say and look up at him, adoration filling your eyes. Azriel leans down to give you a sweet kiss. "I love you so much angel, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." He says. "Well, it's a good thing I came along!" You say cheerfully and kiss his cheek.

A/N: Okay! Three in one day! Y'all keep coming with the request, it's helping me be motivated and keep me out of the funk in my head. Keep requesting from the list, but also give me some other characters so I don't get bored and back into my procrastination mood. Love y'all, be safe!

Hi hii I'm the one who sent the az request! AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!! 🩷🩷

would you write reader saying something she doesn't mean and making az cry and then comforting him? (Established relationship btw so like they're already mated) basically the same thing but roles reversed 😭 I'm sorry I just love angst to fluff too much!! Thank you and have nice day/night bb <333

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Azriel crying, slight mean Azriel.

At Least Tell Me

You slam the door as you go into your bedroom, everyone in the House flinching. Cassian walks into Rhysand's office, confusion all over his face. "What's wrong with Y/n?" He asks.

Rhys sighs heavily. "Azriel's on a mission, and he's coming back tonight." Cassian tilts his head. "Shouldn't she be happy?"

"Azriel didn't tell her that she left." Rhys sighs. Cassian's eyes widen. "How did she not-" "Azriel told her that he was going to visit his mother for a day and was going to return this morning. He has been gone three days, and Feyre darling told her yesterday that he was on a mission. Y/n has been slamming doors ever since." Rhys says, exasperated. Cassian shakes his head. "Y/n's temper rivals Nes, we may have to evacuate the house just because." Rhys snorts.

Time Skip-

Azriel lands on the balcony of the house, being greeted by his High Lady. "Y/n is pissed at you." Feyre says. Azriel's shoulders slump. "I know." "It's going to be bad." Feyre says. Azriel nods, and walks into the house, ready to face the wrath of his mate.

You knew Azriel was in the house. You overheard your older sister talking to him. But the rage bubbling inside was hard to keep a lid on it.

The door opens to reveal your mate, his wings drooped slightly. You turn to face your vanity, not bothering to make eye contact in the mirror with him. "I'm home." Azriel says.

"That's a first." You say coldly. Azriel sighs. "Y/n-"

"No don't you Y/n me! What the fuck Azriel?" You shout. Azriel flinches slightly, and the mask of the shadowsinger appears in that second. "I did what I had to do."

You laugh. "You did what you had to do." You laugh some more. "Did we hear that?" You yell, laughter erupting from you. Azriel rolls his eyes at you. "Azriel, you lied to me! Do you not see what's wrong with that? I was worried for you! I thought something happened to you!"

You come closer to him. "You don't need to worry about me." He says. "That was being reckless." You snap. Azriel lets out a cold, mocking laugh. "Now that's a joke. Miss Reckless, calling me reckless!" He scoffs. The shadows move about, flurrying in the range of emotions between the two of you.

You let out a yell of frustration. "See this is why I fucking hate you Azriel! By the gods, somedays I just want to fucking leave and never return!"

You cover your mouth, eyes widening. Azriel goes still, his shadows dropping. The house grows silent. You step back and Azriel rushes toward you. He kneels and clings to your legs. "A-Angel, I'm sorry. I'm so-" Huge sobs cut him off as he sobs into your stomach. "Angel please don't-" he sobs. "Please don't leave me. You can hate me all you want, just don't leave me."

Your heart breaks as you kneel to meet Azriel's height. "Oh no. Baby I'm so sorry. It cannot make up for my words and I'll do anything to make it up to you. Darling I'm so sorry." You wipe his tears away.

Azriel pulls you into his lap and buries his face into your neck. "Just don't leave me. Don't leave me." He sobs. "Oh baby, I'm not leaving you. I don't hate you, not at all. Oh baby." You coo, rocking the both of you left and right.

Finally, his sobs quiet, and he pulls away to look at you. "I'm sorry baby." You whisper. He shakes his head. "I'm sorry for lying to you. I shouldn't have. I should have been up front, and-"

You kiss him, interrupting his rant, and he desperately kisses you back. You break away and rest your forehead against his. "Do you want to take a bath first, then nap? Or do you want to nap, then take a bath?" You whisper. "Nap." He murmurs. He picks you up and carries you to your shared bed. You take off your dress, revealing your bra and panties, and Azriel strips down to his boxers.

You get into the bed first, opening the covers for him. Azriel follows right behind you and buries his face into your stomach, and you run your hands through his black hair, slowly putting him to sleep.

Apology

I deleted my random tip post, because of the comment section. BECAUSE IT IS TRUE, NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE WRONG! I apologize for that tip. AI does steal a lot of people's art and work, and it shows how relient this society is on AI. Now don't get me wrong, I will use AI on my schoolwork ON CERTAIN OCCASIONS if I feel stuck on an assignment, but in general, no. I just used a random tip because my friend Rei suggested it. But for that tip I apologize.

𝑰 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒑, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, “𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆? 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆—𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕?” 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. “𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔.”

A Court Of Wings And Ruins - Chapter 82

Happy Valentine's Day ❤!

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Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

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Hello everyone! I hope you're having a good day or night lol! Oh, also Happy Holidays! Below the keep reading I have a fic that IDK if you will like that I'm not sure if I'll upload here. But I thought why not let you know about it. And I'll do a poll to see if I should upload it here on Tumblr for you guys. It's all up to you guys if I do it or not.

𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 | ❝ The act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full. ❞

She was just a shy normal young woman enjoying her life. That is until she found herself in the claws of Amarantha while visiting her friend Clare Beddor. She then finds herself being kidnapped and endearing pain like no other and witnessing many horrors. She thought it could get no worst… but then she soon found herself in the grasp of King Hybern. She was just about done with life. Until she finds herself being turned into an old extinct creature, and then finding herself in the hands of the Inner Circle. Soon she then finds herself catching the eyes of two of the Inner Circle. Two men who want nothing but to protect her from her past and the upcoming war. Two men who happened to be her mates.

↝★★↜ Taehyung x FEMALE!POC!READER x Jungkook↝★★↜

I have it on my Wattpad account if it doesn't make it on Tumblr which is thefaithfulwriter1 and yeah. It is a ACOTAR ( A Court of Thorns and Roses ) fic with BTS added or sprinkled in lol. I honestly don't know if you will like so just let me know. It is in your hands lol.

Alright BYYYEE!

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Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

ACOTAR Head Cannons: Batboys Getting a Tattoo

We know the batboys have their Illyrian tattoos, here's how I think they would react during and how they treat you when you get your first one!

A/n: This came to my mind while I was getting my 7hr tattoo done today :( These boys living in my mind rent-free. Didn't edit as I wrote this on my notes app during my session :)

Rhysand:

Would definitely be the type to talk to their artist the whole time.

I don't think he would overshare, but would hold a friendly conversation that could come across as flirting

His smile and laugh? Artist is now blushing.

Rhys could probably do an 8hr session easily with no breaks

Probably a high pain tolerance just talkative

Now...If you were getting your first tattoo

Rhysand would probably tap into your mind and make sure it doesn't hurt (with your permission of course)

Would hold your hand

Would say things to make you not focused on the pain (if you were feeling any) "Darling does that hurt? You're doing such a good job though. You're going to look so stunning when this is done, I'm so proud of you. Such a good girl" he'd whisper in your mind, his voice dripping with sultry warmth.

Cassian:

Cassian has fought literal wars and probably has been impaled more times than anyone could count.

HE FEELS NO PAIN <- For a fact, I think he would be talkative like Rhys, but he would be a snacker for sure.

Would bring his little snacks, I'm thinking gummy worms. Especially if he was having a long session.

Wouldn't need breaks.

Talkative-wise, I think he would ramble about little things, maybe share stories of his battles with various creatures.

Now for your first tattoo

Cassian would hold your hand, thankfully, you could grip his hand as hard as possible and this man wouldn't even flinch.

Would definitely playfully tease you anytime you winced.

I don't think he would be flirty in front of the artist out of respect but he would say words of encouragement in a teasing way.

"You're only halfway there mamas! You got this!" or some stupid dad jokes like "You're not just getting inked, you're becoming a masterpiece that I'll be worshipping later ;)" (Idk why but I think Cassian would have a collection of dad jokes)

Would bring you, your favorite drink and snacks of course.

Azriel:

Azriel would not feel any pain, if he did, he wouldn't show it.

I feel like he would for sure be a sleeper or would just stay quiet with his eyes closed.

Could do long sessions as well at the others, probably a bit longer than both Cassian and Rhysand. If there needed to be a 10-12 hour day he could do it.

For your first tattoo

I am a firm believer that Azriel would be an amazing tattoo artist, given his experience. His lines would be so precise.

Therefore I think he would honestly be your artist.

He would be the one to design/do your piece and would be super gentle when doing the ink. Constant check-ins with you to make sure that you're doing okay.

If you were feeling talkative, he would talk. Though I think he would be so gentle that you would fall asleep.

I don't think he would use his shadows (hygiene you know) but maybe for aftercare if your tattoo is wrapped he will use them to cool down any swelling.

Would say things like: "You're such a good girl for me." or "This area is going to be a bit sensitive, but you'll be fine, won't you, pretty?"