#Jurian/Vassa/OC

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Day 3 Masterlist: Will there be enough room?

Fanfic

"Tea for Early Birds" by @whisperingmidnights (ElainX Lucien X Gwyn X Azriel)

"What The Heart Can Hold" by @sonics-atelier (Nuan X Cressida X Emerie)

"Vanserra Valley, Vol III: In the Presence of My Enemies, Chapter 1" by @brunetterebel010 (OC [Tyson Vanserra] X Jurian X Vassa)

"Not Going Anywhere: Spring Time Affairs" by @nocasdatsgay (OC [Flora] X Tamlin X Elain X Lucien)

"Don't Be Mad Sweetheart" by @manicmanuscription (Reader X Azriel X Eris X Fenrys)

"One Hotel Room... Really?" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Hunt X Baxian)

"Heaven" by @potatoplace (Reader X Morigan X Nesta)

"Size Matters" by @slytherin-pen (Reader X Ruhn X Flynn X Ithan)

"Heartbeat" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Rhysand X Azriel X Cassian)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Hello lovely!! Would you ever do a part 2 to Bad Idea right? Maybe the IC finds out about reader and Eris? 👀👀

I had planned for Part 1 to be a drabble only but I loved your ask so much that it’s going to be a short series now! I present to you, part 2. Thank you for this fun request!

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 2

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

Sleeping with a male your dad hates is fun… until you get caught.

A follow up to the drabble “Bad Idea, Right?”

Part 3

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language

Holy mother and all the bullshit gods my ancestors prayed to, I’m so royally fucked.

A necklace. A damned necklace, and my family’s overall inability to mind their own business, sent everything spiraling.

Nobody paid any mind to the jewelry I chose for Starfall until Amren set her eyes on the unique amber and gold hued necklace dangling from my neck - coveting the thing. Its unique jewels apparently something she’d never seen in her over 15,000 years of living.

Lucien, who had come with Vassa, Jurian, and Helion in tow, of course, overheard the conversation. With his wealth of knowledge and abundant need to be the biggest know-it-all in the room, Lucien chimed in that the gems came from the Autumn Court, typically only worn by the leading family and their closest affiliates. His brows furrowed with contemplation as he waived a hand toward my décolletage asking, “Which makes me wonder, where did you come across this piece?”

Damn it, Lucien.

And damn it, Eris. Leave it the prick to give me a gift that’s as much of a pain in my ass as he is.

Reading the look on my face, Lucien and Vassa’s son, my childhood best friend, Adish cut in- “Oh, I uh, I gave it to her for her birthday a couple of years ago. I’m surprised you two forgot.”

Lucien and Vassa looked to eachother in contemplation, not totally buying it, but not pressing further.

I mouthed a “thank you” to Adish before Amren pulled me back in to inspect the piece further.

Naturally, Uncle Rhys had step in at that moment - reusing the same joke that I have heard a hundred times since I was a child - Amren is a firedrake who will snatch the necklace right off me blah, blah, blah.

“It really is a lovely piece.” Aunt Feyre joined in, my mother, Aunt Nesta, and father with her. The three sisters inspecting it closely.

Holy shit, have these people never seen a necklace before?

I could have sworn that one of my shadows rolled it’s not existent eyes in agreement.

“Where did you get that?” Dad asked. “Apparently I need to keep it in mind for your mother and aunts for Solstice.”

“Oh, um, it’s from the Autumn Court, Adish gave it to me two years ago for my birthday.” I replied, innocently tracing a finger along the gems as I gave a forced smile.

It was then that my all-to-observant, spymaster jr., little sneak of a sister made her presence known. “No he didn’t! Adish got you a scarf from the continent that year.”

How the hell did this little shit remember these things!?

“Whatever, Azalea, it must have been a different year then.”

“No sissy! He never bought you a necklace - he bought you a bracelet, and two pairs of earrings, but never a necklace.”

Good gods. This child.

Rolling my eyes at my snoop of a sister, I coolly replied “Whatever, Azzy, I suppose my memory isn’t quite as good as yours.” Silently praying to whoever would listen that nobody pressed further. Dad’s shadows agitated but settled when my own shadows wound over to mingle with them.

Amren gave me a suspicious look that could only mean trouble - but fortunately kept her mouth shut. As the remainder of the group dispersed to interact with the crowd, Amren grabbed my arm.

“Be careful, girl. I know better than to tell you what to do, just… keep your wits about you.”

Her intense eyes locked with mine to which I shrugged the comment off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I am not a fool, girl. I do not know you to be one either. Be careful.” the tiny fae chided as she sauntered off to find Varian.

Keeping a collected facade but needing some fresh air, I casually made my way toward a secluded balcony on the backside of the House of Wind.

Finally free of the crowd, I released all of the tension I’d been holding in, taking deep breaths in an effort of calming my nerves. I am an adult capable of making my own choices but… given the inner circles complicated history with Eris, and my fathers overall hatred of the male, I’d rather nobody know that we fuck each others brains out on occasion.

Frowning down at the necklace, I muttered curses to it that would make my mother, dear sweet Elain, keel over.

Too wrapped up in berating the jewelry, I didn’t notice the male behind me. I startled at the smooth voice cutting through the silence, his low tone dripping in lust. “Ah, little Shadowsinger, If you’d prefer a ring instead, I’m sure we could arrange that. Though I do say the necklace compliments your lovely assets quite well.” His eyes roved hungrily up and down my body, a primal gaze darkening those amber eyes and filled my core with heat. I nearly rolled my eyes back into my head as the intoxicating scent of mahogany and crackling fire filled my nostrils.

Regaining my wits and refusing to let him see how he effected me, I met those bedroom eyes with nothing but contempt. “Fuck off, Eris. Why are you here?”

He stepped closer. I stood my ground, no way was I going balk away from the challenge.

“Come now, little one, is that any way to speak to a High Lord? I was invited to the celebration tonight, as all of Prythian’s leaders were.”

Fair enough, but I wouldn’t let him win that easily. Waving him off, I commanded “Go find somewhere else to be a pain in the ass.”

Eris closed the distance, grabbing the wrist I had waived him away with. His head dipped down as his plush lips grazed the shell of my ear. His deep, sensual voice sent chills through me as he replied, “I can only promise pleasure when it comes to that beautiful ass, Y/N.”

Releasing my hand, Eris reached both hands around me, palms pressing into my ass as his fingers hitched my dress up to expose my thighs and barely clothed sex to the brisk evening air. In one swift motion he scooped me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around him. As his lips crashed into mine I bit the lower one just hard enough to draw blood before licking it away and kissing the hurt. His tongue then swooped into my mouth, battling for dominance against my own, a low growl escape his throat, reverberating through me.

Placing me on the balcony ledge, Eris situated himself between my spread legs, desperately palming at my breasts as I threw my head back, exposing the column of my throat to him. He lightly nipped down the length of my neck and my protruding collar bones before falling to his knees before me. His lust-filled eyes met mine as he cooed, “You could bring any male to their knees before your beauty, but this…” he pushed aside the lace thong, exposing me to him, “this gorgeous, dripping cunt belongs to your High Lord, and your High Lord only.”

His skilled tongue deftly swiped up my center, eliciting a moan from me. I looked down into his eyes - mesmerized by the amber hues peering at me from under his lashes. My fingers found purchase in his fiery red locks as I firmly stated, “I belong to no one and you are not my High Lord, Eris.”

His responding nip to my swollen clit drew a sharp gasp from me. Eris let out a satisfied hum in return as he resumed feasting like a starved male. Perhaps that’s what kept drawing me back into the bastards bed - his insatiable hunger fueled by that eagerness to please that only amplified with the calloused remarks I threw at him. Most females fell at his feet - throwing themselves at the chance to serve a High Lord. Whereas most males ran as far away as they could upon realizing that my father was the infamous Shadowsinger.

One of my shadows caressed the base of his neck, circling back around as to tilt his chin up. His needy eyes met mine again. “Fuck me, Eris.”

In an instant he was up, standing before me. Biting my lip, I clenched my thighs together at the sight of the incredibly evident arousal pressing against his trousers. He fumbled with the buckles on them, when suddenly a grating sound filled the air - the balcony doors flying open. “Sissy! Aunt Mor wants to see your neckl- oh wow, who is that!?”

Fuck me. This cannot be happening.

I jumped up, pulling my dress down before my little sister could see the exposed flesh.

I scrambled for words, voice cracking as I scolded, “She can wait, Azzy, just go back inside.”

It was too late though, as my father’s shadow that had been trailing her all evening had already reported back and before Eris or I could flee, my father, mother, Uncle Rhys, and Lucien winnowed onto the balcony.

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Stay tuned for part three!

[oristian]

—   ⁺ FEYRE and RHYSAND   , character planning • m o d e r n a u

FEYRE

Sophomore at Velaris University

Art History Major, Painting Minor

Lives on campus with Mor and Amren

Works part-time at the campus McDonald’s

RHYSAND

Senior at Velaris University

Pre-Law Major, Economics Minor

Lives in an off-campus apartment with Azriel and Cassian

Works part-time at his father’s Law Firm

NESTA

Senior at Velaris University

Pre-Law Major, Creative Writing Minor

Lives in an off-campus apartment with Gwyn and Emerie

Works part-time at the campus radio station

Tutors part-time in the Writing Center

ELAIN

Junior at Velaris University

Landscape Architecture Major

Lives off-campus with her boyfriend, Lucien

Works part-time as a cake decorator at a grocery store

Is a Teaching Assistant for the College of Design

LUCIEN

Junior at Velaris University

International Relations and Affairs Major, Political Science Minor

Lives off-campus with his girlfriend, Elain

Student Body President

CASSIAN

Senior at Velaris University

Kinesiology Major

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Rhys and Azriel

Drummer in a band with Azriel and Eris

Works part-time as a personal trainer at the VU fitness center

AZRIEL

Junior at Velaris University

Criminal Justice Major

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Rhys and Cassian

Lead singer in a band with Cassian and Eris

Works part-time at the campus radio station

ERIS

Senior at Velaris University

Pre-Law Major, Business Administration Minor

Secretly wanted to study veterinary medicine

Lives off-campus, alone

Bassist in a band with Cassian and Azriel

Works part-time at his father’s Law Firm

Works part-time at a pet adoption center

THEO

ORIGINAL CHARACTER, Eris’ boyfriend

Junior at Velaris University

Double Major in Biology and Veterinary Medicine

Lives on-campus with roommates

Works part-time at a pet adoption center

Works part-time as a Research Assistant

GWYN

Junior at Velaris University

Anthropology Major, History Minor

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Nesta and Emerie

Works part-time as a Research Assistant

Works part-time at the campus library

EMERIE

Junior at Velaris University

Culinary Arts Major, Entrepreneurship Minor

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Gwyn and Nesta

Works part-time at a local restaurant, Court of Dreams

MOR

Sophomore at Velaris University

Sports Management Major

Lives on-campus with Feyre and Amren

Works part-time as a football team student manager

AMREN

Sophomore at Velaris University

Undecided, General Studies Major

Lives on-campus with Feyre and Mor

TAMLIN

Senior at Velaris University

Agriculture Major

Lives off-campus with Andras

Works part-time at the campus McDonald’s

JURIAN

Senior at Velaris University

Nursing Major

Lives off-campus with his girlfriend, Vassa

VASSA

Junior at Velaris University

Political Science Major, Public Relations Minor

Lives off-campus with her boyfriend, Jurian

Student Body Vice-President

[nocasdatsgay]

From the Ashes the Wildflowers Grow

Chapter 3: Secrets

Summary: Eris is a master secret keeper but when his own secrets are threatened and discovered, he is left scrambling to get Celeste out of the court.

Word count: 4256

Warnings: Beron, implied threat and violence towards a female character, implied homophobia, implied but not detailed torture, mild descriptions of wounds, acosf spoilers

Authors note: This takes place after acosf. My timeline will start to get iffy but the timeline in the books leave much to be desired. Also due to word count and the fact I can’t access tumblr at work, this is an ao3 only chapter. It’s plot heavy.

Read chapter 3: Secrets here on ao3

Masterpost and full summary info here

Excerpt below

How many days had it been? Eris lost track again. She was going to kill him. He winnowed directly to his cabin. If he was lucky, she was still there. When he landed just outside the wards, he heard barking. He cursed to himself; he left Willow unattended. He really hoped Celeste was there. He unlocked the door and a faint floral smell greeted him. He sighed, relieved she was indeed in the home. He called out to her and immediately heard footsteps rushing.

“Eris?” She ran into the foyer, stopping short in front of him. She looked him over, and worry etched itself into her features. “You’re hurt.”

[superpowereddonut]

What Burns Beneath (2)

Pairing: Azriel x Vanserra!OC

Series masterlist // ao3 // previous chapter

Chapter 2: Azriel

Azriel was comfortably settled in an armchair by the fire in Rhysand’s study by the time Cassian stormed in, followed by Rhys himself. 

“How did it go?” he asked, to which Cass only glared, as he poured himself a generous serving of whiskey and sank into the armchair opposite. Cassian had spent the evening visiting Vassa, Jurian and Lucien at their current base in the human lands to gather information. It should’ve been straightforward, but while he was training up at the House of Wind, Azriel had gotten a message from Rhysand, asking him to meet them both at the River House. Apparently, Eris had coincidentally also been at the meeting, and according to his brief mental exchange with Rhys, it hadn’t gone well.

“It’s a pity he’s our ally,” Cassian spat, now staring at the fire as though it had personally wronged him, “otherwise I’d kick his fucking face in.” 

Azriel exchanged a glance with Rhys. What had Eris said to rile their brother up this much?

They didn’t have to wait long for an explanation — Cassian was always bursting to speak his mind. He didn’t like to stew on things silently or independently like Azriel did.

“Beron has pledged his forces to the mortal queen Briallyn. He met with her a month ago, and took several dozen of Eris’ men with him,” Cassian spoke in a rush, “all of whom have now disappeared without a trace. It would seem Briallyn is behind it.”

Briallyn. The mortal queen who had leaped into the Cauldron of her own free will, desperate to be turned young and immortal. She'd emerged a withered crone, doomed to be old and bent forever.

Rhysand drank deeply from his own whiskey tumbler from where he now stood, leaning against the mantle in front of him. Azriel noted the tense set of his High Lord’s shoulders. “How did the mortal queen manage to capture dozens of skilled fae soldiers?” Rhys asked without turning around.

“That’s what Eris wants you to find out,” Cassian replied, now looking at Azriel. “Vassa thinks that the death god Koschei is helping Briallyn and giving her power, with the end goal of freeing himself from the lake to which he is confined.”

Well, fuck. “What of the other mortal queens?”

“Eris said that the other three queens have scattered to the winds. Apparently Briallyn has been alone in their palace since before his soldiers disappeared.”

Azriel sat up straighter. He hadn’t gotten close enough to the palace to glean that kind of intel, hadn't yet secured a reliable informant, yet somehow Eris had. “How did he get this information?”

“Adara, I’m guessing.” The name echoed through him, and his shadows stirred.

“Did he tell you that it was her?” he pressed.

“No. I don’t think Lucien knows about Adara,” Cassian answered thoughtfully. “And I got the feeling that Eris was trying hard to keep it that way.”

Rhysand smirked. “And you thought this courtier stuff didn’t suit you.”

Cassian scrubbed a hand down his face in an uncharacteristic show of exhaustion. “It doesn’t suit me. Eris knew how to push every single one of my buttons and I couldn’t get a single one of his.”

“I’d guess Adara is one of his vulnerabilities,” Azriel said quietly, anxious to return the conversation to the female that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since their encounter in the Hewn City two nights ago. 

Rhysand hummed, catching his eye. “What did you think about her?”

In truth, Azriel didn’t know what to make of the Autumn court female. He prided himself on his skills in observation — he was the Night Court’s Spymaster for the Cauldron’s sake — and yet he had been completely fooled by her performance. Right up until she had stood in that dungeon cell, filling it with crackling energy, he had believed her to be weak and scared. Even his shadows had reported only her trembling and racing heartbeat - signs of a fearful girl, not the fiery woman who had met his High Lord’s intense stare with her own. He couldn’t remember a time when his shadows had been fooled like that. Even now, they monitored the door, the hallway beyond, even his brothers’ subtle changes in breathing. Everything about her, from her skills at deception to her obvious loyalty to Eris, had left him feeling deeply unsettled. 

“I don’t know,” he admitted softly, “Do you believe she is truly Eris’ sister?”

“They did look similar when they were standing next to each other,” Cassian offered. 

It was true, although generally citizens of every court shared physical attributes. Red and brown hair was typical for those from Autumn, and her long braid had been a rich auburn. She also shared Eris’ high cheekbones, narrow nose and angular jaw. But her eyes were golden where Eris’ were brown, and her skin was several shades darker and lacked his freckles. Like Lucien’s, he recalled. 

He looked again to Rhys, who had finally turned to face them. “Beron and his wife did have a daughter,” his High Lord mused, “and the rumours about her death were never clear — something about a rare disease.”

Azriel frowned. “Regardless, she clearly works for Eris as a spy. We can’t trust either of them.”

Rhysand’s face was unreadable. He couldn’t understand why his High Lord entertained the Autumn heir as an ally at all. He was an irredeemable bastard — he’d proved as much when he left Mor to bleed out in the woods, alone and afraid. He fought the wave of rage that rolled through him as he remembered her broken, naked body lying on the border of the Autumn court. When Mor had slept with Cassian, knowing of the feelings Azriel had harboured for her since he was a boy, he had sworn he would never forgive her. But then she had been tortured and discarded like trash, and he realised he would spend the rest of his immortal life making up for his own selfish jealousy. And he would never forgive Eris Vanserra.

It was an effort to calm his shadows where they had begun twisting angrily around his limbs, reacting to his turbulent emotions.

“I want you to work with her, Az,” Rhys suddenly said. 

His neck cracked with the speed at which he lifted his head. “What?”

“We need to find out what Briallyn is planning, what powers she may have and how Koschei fits into all of it. Adara is obviously skilled at getting information on the continent—”

Azriel opened his mouth to object, his shadows once again becoming agitated, but Rhys ploughed ahead. 

“—and I agree that we cannot trust her, so I would prefer if you keep a close eye on her, work with her, so we don’t have to rely on whatever information she or Eris decide to feed us.”

He mulled over Rhys’ words. It was smart, he conceded, even if he loathed working with others. Especially those he couldn’t trust. 

He gave Rhys a sharp nod.

With business out of the way, Azriel and his brothers were able to relax, and soon settled into their usual banter. He was particularly amused by Cassian’s lack of progress with Nesta, who had just moved to the House of Wind, and had now refused to train with him twice. Rhysand gleefully joined in teasing him about how centuries on the battlefield were no match for the eldest Archeron’s stubborn willfulness. Before long, however, Rhys decided to call it a night. And though he claimed tiredness, the wicked glint in his eye told them both that Feyre was likely waiting upstairs, and sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. Azriel couldn’t help the pang of envy he felt at the pure contentment written on his brothers’ face as he strode for the door, each step taking him closer to his waiting mate. But he pushed it deep down, as he had for centuries.

“Be careful with Adara, Az,” Rhys called over his shoulder, “I have a feeling we shouldn’t underestimate her.”

*****

Two days after the conversation in Rhysands’ study, Azriel was running out of excuses to avoid meeting with the mysterious Adara Vanserra. Besides, hanging around the House of Wind was becoming increasingly unpleasant, as Cassian and Nesta spent every second either bickering or flirting, while he tried not to choke on the arousal coating their scents. 

He couldn’t help wishing they’d just get it over with and fuck already. Although admittedly, that was also because he’d bet Rhys a significant amount of money that they’d do so within the next month.

So, after enduring yet another tense breakfast, during which Cassian had made several crude allusions to blow jobs, Azriel finally decided he couldn’t put off visiting the Autumn court any longer. He took off from the balcony, relishing the stretch of his wings and the wind through his hair. He would never stop appreciating the feeling of flying, and would never stop being grateful to his brothers for teaching him how to, all those centuries ago. When a sudden change in pressure told him he had passed through the wards, he took one last look at the city glinting in the sunlight below, before pulling his shadows around himself and disappearing into them.

A moment later, the darkness pulled back and he found himself in a new stretch of sky. Instead of Velaris and snow-capped mountains, he now flew above a canopy of varying shades of golds and reds. The forests of the Autumn Court. It was warmer here, perpetually mild, and crisp like the fallen leaves blanketing the ground below. He banked right, heading towards the outskirts of a small farming village where his local informant lived. Azriel had contacts in almost every court — usually lesser fae who traded goods across their land and therefore heard a variety of potentially useful information. Most of them were happy to give him such intelligence in return for gold, even if it meant spying on their fellow citizens or even their High Lord. But finding willing spies within Autumn had always been a challenge, because despite the widespread hatred for Beron and eagerness to undermine him, his subjects also lived in terror of his cruelty. It has taken him years to find someone who would take the risk. And it had cost him more gold than any of his other informants. 

Eventually, he reached his destination, circling low to the ground and landing in the shade of a large tree at the back of the cottage, blending seamlessly into his shadows. It wasn’t grand, but with the extra income Azriel provided, the young male who resided here had afforded a much larger home than his distant neighbours. Releasing a long, controlled breath, Azriel settled in to wait. 

After an hour, his shadows finally whispered that the male was approaching from the field, alone. He drew himself up to his full height, extending his wings out behind him to further enlarge his silhouette. His shadows took their cue to stretch across his entire form, shrouding him completely in their cool depths, and leaving only his eyes exposed. By the time the short, brown-haired male appeared, whistling a tune under his breath, Azriel had transformed into a towering mass of whirling darkness. Night incarnate. 

He knew his brothers would likely tease him mercilessly for the dramatic display, but he had to be careful to hide his wings and any other parts of his appearance that would hint at his Illyrian heritage or Night Court loyalty. Striking fear into the hearts of those he questioned just helped speed things along. In fact, it only took him four minutes to extract the information he was looking for. After answering a few irrelevant questions that Azriel used to hide his true interest, the informant quickly divulged that Eris could likely be found hunting alone in the Gylden Wood at this time of day. Unfortunately he had never heard of Eris’ so-called ‘personal servant’, and didn’t recognise Azriel’s description of Adara. If he could just manage to reign in his temper long enough to talk to Eris, perhaps the Autumn Court heir could pass on a message to her. He tossed a heavy coin pouch in the males’ direction to buy his silence, and was gone before he even caught it. 

Azriel re-appeared silently a few hundred miles away, on the edge of the Gylden Wood, his shadows immediately skittering outward to conduct their own reconnaissance. Once satisfied that the only creatures nearby were a few rabbits and birds, he set off, his shadows concealing the crunch of his footsteps on the forest floor. He couldn’t risk flying, not with Eris likely hunting nearby. Walking was still dangerous if Eris was using his famed hounds on the hunt, but being chased by dogs would be better than being blasted out of the sky with a ball of flame, he decided. 

Still, his patience began waning after more than an hour of carefully picking his way through the forest, his every muscle alert. He was just about to take to the skies, already reeling in his shadows, when—

Whoosh

He stumbled backwards against the tree behind him, barely shielding himself in time to stop the lick of fire that shot from between the trees. He kept his shimmering blue shield up in front of him, his Siphons blazing as he summoned his power, staring intently at the space between two ancient oaks where he was sure the assault had come from. But there was nothing there.

He could hear only the whistle of the wind through the canopy and his own deep breathing; The forest had fallen silent. 

His shadows warned him a mere heartbeat before there was a glint of silver from his left. 

A dagger flew for his shoulder, catching his leathers and imbedding itself into the wood behind him with a dull thump. As he started to reach for its hilt, another quickly followed, pinning his other shoulder to the tree. He suppressed a groan of pain as he tried to wrench free, but the second blade had sliced cleanly through his muscle and lodged deeply into the wood behind him. He couldn’t move without risking severe damage to some of the crucial tendons in his upper arms.

Then, she appeared, slipping between the trees like a wraith. Adara Vanserra. 

It reminded him of a wolf, the way she prowled towards him, her golden eyes glowing in the dim light that filtered through the canopy above. She was wearing dark riding pants and a green hunting jacket that made her vivid red hair stand out where it was tied back. 

“And here I was, thinking the hunt today would be boring,” she purred, as she leaned against a tree on the opposite side of the small clearing. “What are you doing here, Shadowsinger?”

He ignored the question. “I haven’t done anything to warrant an attack such as this!” he spat. 

“You snuck up on me in the Hewn City,” she shrugged irreverently, “I just thought it would be fun to return the favour.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t remember stabbing you.”

“Oh please, I barely nicked you,” she tutted, her gaze sweeping across his form. ��I even took care to avoid cutting your precious Illyrian wings.”

It was true. Both blades had missed the sensitive membrane of his wings by a hair. But Azriel didn’t care. He had had enough. Following a silent command, his shadows pulled both the daggers from his shoulders and sent them hurtling back towards their owner. 

But Adara had clearly been expecting it. She simply plucked them both from the air with reflexes that spoke of decades of training, returning one to the sheath at her side in a smooth movement. Mischief sparked in her bright eyes as she again lounged against the tree, now idly picking at her nails with the second dagger.

“Are all Illyrians so bad-tempered, or is it a trait unique to you?” she asked, her tone chipper, as though they were simply old friends teasing each other. 

Azriel blinked. He hadn’t thought it possible, but this female might be even more infuriating than her silver-tongued eldest brother. Silently cursing Rhysand, he wrestled his temper back under control and forced himself to say what he came here for. 

“I’m here on behalf of my High Lord,” he gritted out, “He wishes for us to work together to look into the disappearance of Eris’ soldiers, and to investigate Briallyn and Koschei on the continent.”

She lifted a disbelieving brow. “You were sneaking around, following Eris on his morning hunt, just to extend a friendly offer?” 

He didn’t answer.

“You really want to work together?” 

When he again remained silent, she straightened, her eyes darting between each of his as though searching for some indication that he was joking. He didn’t give one.

“I can investigate Briallyn and Koschei on my own. I don’t need your help.”

His icy response was immediate. “Then why did Eris tell Cassian that he wanted me to look into it?” 

Azriel noted with satisfaction the way her shoulders tensed briefly.

“Fine,” she finally said, “I was planning to go to the continent in three days time to observe Briallyn’s stronghold and try to find where the other mortal queens have fled to. You may come with me.”

He couldn’t suppress his sneer. Or his sarcastic reply. “How generous of you.”

Adara just smiled with that predatory gleam. “I know.”

They quickly decided on the details — in three days she would meet him in the Hewn City and they would leave for the continent. He tried to suggest meeting in Autumn, but she shut him down swiftly. “Your High Lord knows of our alliance. Mine does not. Being seen together here is not a risk I will take.” Azriel supposed it was a fair point, though the thought of her in his court, even a dark corner of it like the Hewn City, made his skin crawl. 

They agreed that it would be a quick mission, the aim to observe only. And they would try not to kill each other. 

As Azriel finally stepped back into his shadows, willing them to transport him straight to the liquor cabinet in the River House, he wondered if the last part of the plan would even be possible.

next chapter

[lomahdu]

A court of blood and fire

Chapter 1

☀︎—pairings:eris!vanserra x oc character

☀︎—warnings:mention of death and cannibalism

☀︎—status:ongoing

☀︎—Lena’s Note: So, I want to say that I read ACOTAR a long time ago, and I don’t quite remember everything. Most of this fanfic is going to be my creation, and I’m not going to follow SJM’s plot. Many things are going to be different from the actual books. I also wanted to say that this is a DARK fanfic. The OC is a literal serial killer, so if you don’t like that, you can skip. I’ve read a lot of dark romance, so this fanfic is going to be pretty twisted.Did i forget to mention that our OC is cannibal?Enjoy if you can babes

Third person POV:

Three Witches

Three witches went into the manor in the mortal lands, where they found not only the darkness of the night court but also the madness. Two of the witches lost their minds entirely, while the third suffered a literal meltdown of her brain—quite literally. All of them had attempted to break the curse on Vassa, yet every effort ended in failure. Still, Vassa knew that there was no other option but to try again. She made another attempt, only to be met with disappointment, a result that was far from encouraging.

At that very moment, the fourth blonde witch sat on the floor, surrounded by an circle of herbs, flickering candles, and a massive leather grimoire filled with ancient spells— given to her by Rhysand. Nearby, Azriel lingered in the shadows, his sharp gaze fixed on the witch. He had never had a good experience with witches; in fact, it had always been the opposite.

After the witches’ failure, Jurian could no longer hold back his frustration. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto the black leather couch in the night court.They sent away the witch

“These are witches. Why can’t they break this damn curse?” he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Vassa snapped back, “Why are you so tense? I’m the one who has to transform into a firebird at dawn, not you!”

Jurian’s tone grew more sarcastic as he replied, “I’m not sure you see the bigger picture, Your Majesty. We’re all just here, watching a bunch of witches fail to lift your curse, and—”

Before he could finish, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension. Rhysand, “Enough.” The tone in Rhysand voice made it clear he was utterly fed up with these childish fights.

About ten minutes later, when the heated atmosphere had somewhat calmed, Jurian stepped closer to the Inner Circle and said in a lowered tone, “Can we talk?” He cast a meaningful glance at his ginger friends. “Alone.”

Vassa began to protest, “If you have something to say, say it in front of everyone—” but the one-eyed, red-haired faye cut in, guiding her out of the room .

Once the chamber was quiet again, only Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Mor, Nesta, Feyre, and Jurian remained. The mood was tense, each person lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Jurian directed his attention toward Azriel, his eyes questioning as he asked, “And your sister?”

At the mere mention of that word, Azriel’s jaw tightened and the shadows around him seemed to writhe in silent protest. The two Archeron sisters present—Feyre and Nesta—exchanged wide-eyed, shocked glances.

“Excuse me?” Azriel replied in a low, measured tone that barely concealed a surge of anger. His silence said more than words ever could.

Mor, unable to hold back, muttered under her breath, “More like a bloodthirsty, vicious bitch…”

Nesta, tapping her fingernail impatiently on the table, asked, “I didn't know you had a sister.Who is this sister of yours that everyone seems to despise so much?”

Cassian shrugged dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. No one’s going to wake her up.” His tone carried both resignation and bitterness.

Feyre, visibly confused and desperate for clarity, pleaded, “I’m really lost here. Please, someone explain.” Her eyes darted among Azriel, Cassian, and Mor, seeking an answer.

Rhysand leaned forward,. “His sister has been locked away in a tomb for 504 years. That’s where she’s meant to remain.” His words brooked no argument, and Azriel, still shrouded in darkness, said nothing.It was clear that he didn't hate his sister like the other .

Before Feyre could ask another question, Jurian’s voice cut in sharply, “You all gave your word to help Vassa, and I expect you to honor it. I don’t remember Celeste being as bloodthirsty or ruthless as all of you and those stories are making her out to be.”

Cassian sneered bitterly, “Maybe because you weren’t there when she lost her mind and gutted out fifty Illyrian soldiers.” His words, laced with anger , hinted at a painful past.

Nesta’s voice turned mocking as she added, “You mean Celeste—the one from those old fairy tales, the one mothers used to scare their children into eating their vegetables? The mermaid Celeste?” Her sarcasm cut through the room like a sharp blade. In response, Rhysand shot her a venomous, almost threatening glare that silenced any further mockery.

In a bitter tone, Mor finally said, “She wasn’t a mermaid. She was a siren.” Her eyes drifted away as if lost in memories of times long gone.

"It's the same thing" Nesta stated

"Mermaid are not as they are in the story books they are dark cruel creatures who only wait to lure and eat someone" Morrigan replied to the beautiful face of death.

"Even if we wake her, she'd still need—" Azriel's voice trailed off as he reluctantly spoke of his sister. But before he could finish, Rhysand's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"We are not waking her up. Not now, not ever," Rhysand declared with finality, his tone leaving no room for debate. "End of the argument."

"At least think about it, Rhysand. You gave your word, and that tattoo on your wrist is living proof of it," Jurian said, pointing his chin toward the tattoo that marked the bargain between the high lord and Vassa. "We all know what happens when a promise sealed with a tattoo is broken." With that, Jurian turned and walked out the door.

Rhysand swallowed hard and exchanged a grave look with the inner circle. If he failed to honor the promise, both he and Feyre were fucked. He shouldn’t have made that promise to Vasa, but now it was too late.

“Azriel, tonight you will go to the tomb and speak with her,” Risand ordered. Azriel was the only one who could enter the tomb and speak with his sister without being torn apart.She didn't really get along with the inner circle-like at all.

Feyre turned to her mate. "Wait, Rhys, from what you all just said and from all the stories we've heard... I don't think this is a good idea," she said, concern knitting her brow.

They all knew the tale of the witch. It was said that 500 years ago, a 16-year-old girl brutally killed her two brothers and her father in their home. She had gone mad-and drowned herself so deeply in magic that she created a new kind of dark magic-black magic. The legends spoke of her biological mother being a siren, and how sirens reach their full potential at 18—gaining the ability to control both mind and body. But being a siren wasn't a blessing-it was a curse.

Sirens had to feed on flesh— preferably while their prey was still alive, struggling to escape. They lured their victims in with their unreal beauty, but if they went too long without feeding, they transformed into hideous monsters from the depths of the ocean-twisted, repulsive creatures beyond nightmares.

“It isn’t a good idea—no, not at all—but it’s either that or you and I die, dear Feyre, so I have no other choice,” Rhysand replied grimly.

Cassian's eyes darkened. "You're signing the death sentence of at least 100 people, brother," he said. "After 500 years of starving, how many do you think she'll eat before she looks more like something other than a pile of rotting skin and bones?" His voice was grim, unyielding. "Probably more than 100," he finished, his tone sharp.

Rhysand's answer came quickly, no hesitation in his words. "Better to sign their death sentence than ours."

It was clear now. The decision had been made. They would free her.

tags:@seassttar

☀︎—Lena’s Note, Again:Okay, guys, I don’t know what I just wrote—it looked better in my head, but whatever. I hope it’s not cringe, and don’t judge me too harshly (actually, please do—I need to know what I have to work on).This is kinda short, but I wanted to introduce you to the sirena-witch thing and a little bit of her powers. What’s your opinion on the stories about Celeste? She kinda sounds like a crazy bitch, but don’t worry—she’s really fun, and I honestly love her.Pls drop your opinions in the comments.Bye!

[sapphiresandgold]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Thank you @crazy-ache and @zenkindoflove for tagging me! Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

(If you’re in my answers consider yourself tagged if you’d like to play!!)

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

68,611

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

3 completed, 1 chaptered and 2 one shots.

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

If we are talking about already published fics, there are 2 ongoing fics from this year. There is Used to be Young (Demons), a Peaky Blinders canon divergent fic featuring some of my own OCs that I am really fond of. It’s a Tommy x OC fic. And, of course, there’s Flight Risk, my Elucien Christmas rom-com AU that turned out way longer than it was supposed to be. I also started writing a sequel one shot to one of my existing one shots though.

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

I’m not even sure about this because everything I write is dear to me, but I guess it is Love ain’t some magical thing. It was my first time writing Elucien and really diving into ACOTAR fics.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

This would be I Found the Missing Part of Me, the one shot I wrote for Lucien Week this year. I dived back into the old writing form of song fics with that one.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

Well, I get surprised by my characters on a regular basis, but I got most surprised by how much I enjoyed writing Vassa and Jurian in Flight Risk.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

I really liked how my Lucien Week one shot I Found the Missing Part of Me turned out. And I tried my hand on a collage as a cover for the first time!

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

There are lots of great artists but the ones inspiring me the most are @works-of-heart @fierling @jadedbug @bonecarversbestie @olenvasynyt !

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

I’ve been inspired to dive into writing Elucien fics thanks to @crazy-ache. I wouldn’t have been able to write that first Elucien one shot without her.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

All the wonderful Elucien authors out there! @crazy-ache @zenkindoflove @clarafae @bonecarversbestie to name a few, but there were so much more!

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

I wrote (and finished) the fic Sixth Time’s The Charm with my bestie truly_madly_deeply in the span of a few weeks this year. We have written several stories together during our friendship. This project for Midsomer Murders started actually four years ago but when we went on holiday this summer we finally came back to this idea and finished it!

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

I don’t know if it’s an accomplishment, but what I am proudest of this year is the smut I wrote in Love ain’t some magical thing. I personally think it’s the best smut I’ve ever written.

13. What did you learn about writing and creating this year?

I have learned to go with the flow so to speak. I am not taking writing as seriously as I used to do. The world will not end if I don’t meet a deadline I have set for myself with a specific posting rhythm because I cannot force myself into writing if it doesn’t work on a specific time or day.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

See the answer above: do not take you or your writing too seriously. It might kill the fun you have while writing. And do not fear to reach out to people if you need help or just need to talk about your writing.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

I’m gonna finish Flight Risk and Used to be Young and write more Elucien one shots (or even longer fics). And I’m gonna work more on the world building for my original fantasy novel.

No pressure tags: @bonecarversbestie @olenvasynyt @jadedbug and whoever wants to join the fun.

[polysjmweek]

Day 5 Masterlist: Favorite Tropes

Fanfic:

"did something bad (why's it feel so good?)" by @thesistersarcheron (Eluzriel)

"The Fawn of Prythian, Ch 4-6" by @witch-and-her-witcher (Eluzriel)

"Star-kissed Night Beneath My Wings" by @starfall-spirit (Feyre X Bat Boys)

"A Dance Named Starlight" by @chunkypossum (Nerissian)

"The Siren's Song" by @nocasdatsgay (Nessriel)

"Wingspans" by @tsunami-of-tears (OC X Cazriel)

"Romance" by @littlestw01f (OC X Rhysand X Eris)

"Mister Grumpy Pantses" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Azris)

"Omega Ours: Part 1" by @mrs-illyrian-baby (Reader X Nessian)

"Just This Once...Right?" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Rhyssian)

Fanart & Miscellaneous

"Cold Feet, Autumn Fae, Only One Bed" headcanon with moodboard by @acourtofladydeath (BOE, Lucien X Vassa X Jurian)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

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Links

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Finished

Azris Week 2023 Day 3: Put it all on me

Azris Week 2023 Day 6: A Soft Place to Land (18+)

Rhys Week 2023 Day 4: Court of Dreams

SJM Romance Week 2024 Day 4: The Little Things (Tamsand)

Of Gods and Men (Azriel x Tamlin, 18+)

WIP

Agegap Azris

Chapter 1

Secret Santa 2023: To Dust or to Gold (Neris)

Art

Characters

Beron

Azriel Lord of Autumn

Azriel (Femme)

Sexy Beron

Cassian

Elain

Eris

Eris at Starfall

Feyre

Gianna of Montesere for @secret-third-thing

Gwyn Berdara

Jesminda

Jesminda (@olenvasynyt 's version)

Jurian

Female Jurian

Mor

Nesta

Lucien I

Lucien II

Female Lucien

Lucien III (but in lingerie this time)

Sad Lucien

Rhysand

Rhys in a skirt

Rhysand's Unnamed Sister

Rhysand's Unnamed Sister II

The Lady of Autumn

The Lady of Autumn II

Thesan

Tsering of Lausan, Captain of the Royal Guard (Thesan's husband)

Vassa

Multi + Ships

Army Dreamers (balthazar, emerie, zhila)

Cresseida x Emerie

Elucien + Daughter for @fieldofdaisiies

Family Portrait: Feyre - Rhys - Nyx

Nesta and Eris (ACOTAR Secret Santa 2024)

Sapphic Feysand

Viviane and Kallias

Female High Lords Series

Beron

Helion

Kallias

Rhys

Tamlin

Tarquin

Thesan

Event Weeks

Cassian Week 2024 Day 5: Scars

Elucien Week 2024 Day 1: Fated - In the Hands of Fate

Eris Week 2024 OC Art Project

Poly Acotar Week 202: The Bane of the Loyalists

SJM Romance Week 2024 Day 7: Elucien

Rhys Week 2024: Armand!Rhys

Tamlin Week 2023: Tamsand Sketch

Tamlin Week 2024 Day 2: Poet/Warrior Tamlin

Villain Week 2024: Ascension (A Beron Story)

Sketches

Alis Sketch

Azris Sketch

Summer Court Trio Sketch

The Vanserras

Commissions

Tarquin by mossytrashcan

Cresseida by mossytrashcan

Varian by mossytrashcan

Azriel in Summer by krem-does-stuff

Other

A Tamsand Playlist

Briar x Catrin Berdara Moodboard

[faebaneofmyexistence]

My ACOTAR Ships (& crackships):

Rhysta = Nesta x Rhysand (Favorite Crackship 😂)

Corsta = Cormac x Nesta (True Mates 🔥✨)

Castrid = Cassian x Astrid (my OC Hewn City blonde half-Illyrian who joins the Valkyries) 🥰 (True Mates/Second Chance Mates 🔥)

This 👇 is the post I recently made about Corsta and Castrid.

Here 👇 is a thread of my Castrid fanfic chapters with links!

Caswyn = Cassian x Tanwyn (First Love)

Elucien = Elain x Lucien (Canon Mates 🥰)

Elriel (fling) = Elain x Azriel (I do like them as a fling to figure out things and grow, but not endgame)

Gwynriel = Gwyn x Azriel (True Mates; long lost 😭✨)

Moris = Mor x Eris (Rejected Mates)

Vassian = Vassa x Jurian (as close to Mates as demi-humans can get) Jurian can choke.

Brilin = Briar x Tamlin (Second Chance Mates)

Tamlorin = Tamlin x Lorin (True Mates; I think Lorin is Rhys’s sister and she’s alive in the CC world)

Helion x Lady Autumn (we still don’t know her name)

Eruan = Eris x Nuan (Second Chance Mates)

[goldenmagnolias]

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: the plan/outline regarding this chapter was completely different but I ended up liking this too much to scrape it. so ophi and ria haven’t met properly just yet. but we do get a small glimpse into something very important and ria does meet someone.

masterlist // ao3

CHAPTER IV: WARMTH

The first thing that came back to Reverie’s awareness was more of a sensation. Something singing inside of her chest, weaving itself around her heart.

Then the scent of Opium poppies mixed with strawberries and sandalwood, invaded her senses.

Much like the scent that she would dream while walking on those now so familiar clearings. That would get stronger when she approached the canopy of orange trees.

She slowly felt more awareness coming to her, she was laying down in something soft. There were muffled noises, voices speaking close to her but it was like she had her head underwater. Everything was murky.

She felt a familiar hand clutching her own, she knew that was Nesta’s — whose fingers were tracing her knuckles, in a nervous manner.

A hand moving a strand of hair from her face, Elain.

And she could feel Feyre’s presence both physical and close to her mind.

“She’s awaking.” Feyre’s voice was the first one she heard properly but it was the raw worry in it that made Reverie open her eyes. Eyes that met her sister blue ones but also the ceiling of the winter palace.

Not the time to pass out Reverie, she chides in her mind.

‘I’m afraid, that was a fitting situation,’ Rhysand’s coice comes in her mind, but he’s not on her line of view.

“What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“No not that. Rhys said fitting situation.” Reverie says sitting up with Elain and Feyre’s help. “What did he mean?”

Feyre’s eyes moved towards Elain and Elain looked at Nesta.

“Guys, you three are freaking me out a bit.” Reverie says quietly, eyes darting between her sisters.

“Um… there’s a situation.” Nesta begins.

“A situation really?” Elain asks their eldest sister.

“How you you put it then Elain?”

“That it was her magic reacting.”

“Reacting to what?”

“A mating bond.” Feyre says quietly.

And the silence that follows is deafening. Reverie isn’t sure if she heard it right.

“What?”

“you’re apparently mated to the High Lord of Dusk.” Gwyn says when she realizes no one did elaborate.

Reverie blinks once, twice, thrice, “The what from where?”

“Apparently, besides the whole Kochei thing. Kallias was contacted by the High Lord of Dusk, who’s court had been trapped by magic for over a 700 years.” Feyre says, “you started going pale the second we could feel his magic.”

“oh.”

“Oh?” Nesta says, “that’s your reaction “oh”?”

“I didn’t think I would have a mate,” Reverie says quietly, “I mean yeah, there were the weird dreams in places I never saw but I thought it was my head trying to comfort me after everything, not a mating bond. And now?”

“Well the High Lords are meeting.” Elain says, and Rhys, Azriel and Cassian’s absences make sense. The other two were probably there to keep the united front and to watch over Rhys.

“Shouldn’t you be there Fey?”

“I am. In a way.” She says, tapping her temple. “They’re discussing the basics of what we know. Vassa is explaining what she knows and Jurian is being Jurian and glaring at everyone.”

“That tracks.” Lucien comments.

“Lainey?” Reverie calls turning to Elain.

“Yes?”

“Did you see anything regarding this or him?”

“No.” Elain shakes her head, “but his cousin had to drag him to the meeting when they decided it was for the best to give you some air.”

A knock on the door stops any comments anyone else might make, and Vivianne enters the room, letting out a relieved sigh when she sees Reverie awake.

“Oh good, thank the mother, you’re okay.” she then moves handing her a large mug. “Hot chocolate.” She says when Reverie frowns before accepting the mug, “obviously with added cinnamon.”

“Thank you, Viv.”

“No problem. A little pick me up after fainting is good. I wasn’t sure if you drank alcohol so sweet it is.”

“Good choice.” Elain says with a smile, brushing Reverie’s hair down.

“Now… Feyre, would you tell Rhysand to tell him about her being awake.” Vivianne says, “he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.”

“already done.”

“Territorial Males.” Vivianne says with a dramatic sigh, “they turn into such mother hens.”

Elain snorts while giving Lucien a pointed look.

“Anything you wanna say, Blossom?”

“No dearest, nothing.” Elain says with a playful smile.

Nesta rolled her eyes at the two but Reverie could see the happiness in her eyes at their sister happiness, as Nesta unconsciously kept tracing Reverie’s knuckles.

“Will any of you grace me with the knowledge of his name at least? Or will I be in the dark?”

“Ophiuchus.” Feyre says.

“Like the constellation?”

“Family tradition, I’m afraid.” A voice joins the conversation and a girl with curly jet black hair and silver eyes, makes herself know, with a quick dip of her head in green. “I’m Ayla Hesperus. Ophiuchus’ cousin, and his second.”

“I’m-“

“Reverie Archeron.” Ayla finished with a smile, “quite the myth all of you. Even with so little time with our court being able to contact the outside world again, the stories have already reached us.”

“Ophi almost fainted when we crossed the threshold into the palace. You can ask Lady Vivianne, he all but froze.”

“Just Vivianne, Ayla.”

The jet-haired woman nods but continues to look at Reverie, who looks at her, her curiosity getting the best of her so she has to ask.

“Does your court holds a clearing, a large one by a cluster of mountains. That has a canopy of orange trees by a lake?”

Ayla’s eyes widen. “You saw Euryphaessa.” She says slowly, “it’s our capital.”

“Well, if my dreams are anything to go by it’s beautiful.” Reverie says shyly.

“It is.” Ayla says with a smile. “Well, I just came to check on by. Taran deal with Ophi. I come here and see you’re okay by myself and he stays and pays attention on the meeting. Males I tell you, sometimes… by the mother. I will see you soon.”

And with a dip of her head she leaves.

“Did she just confirm I dreamt about a place that I’ve never been in or even knew that existed?” Reverie asks after a beat of silence.

“She did.” Lucien nods.

“Did any of you have that?”

“Dreamt of the night sky but not something specific.” Feyre says, with a pensive look.

“That’s nowhere near as specific, though.” Elain comments.

“Yeah, fair point.” Feyre says, “everything will be fine, Ria.”

“We are in the middle of a war, Fey.”

“Don’t do that to yourself.” Gwyn says, with a serious tone.

“Do what?”

“Try to push the idea that you can be happy away from your mind.”

Reverie sighs but nods under the gaze of the red headed Valkyrie and of her older sisters.

“It will be alright, Reverie.” Vivianne says comfortingly, “if it gives you any piece of mind, he’s very much a respectable male. And very very handsome.”

Reverie just nods stressing her lower lip with her teeth, but her cheeks flush slightly, the first action results in her gaining a squeeze on her hand from Nesta.

“Are we to stay here or go to the meeting?”

“Staying here is better.” Feyre says, “at least for now.”

……..

Vivianne promptly brings a lot of finger foods and drinks for the other’s when it’s decided that they’re staying in the room.

Elain ends up settling on redoing Reverie’s hair as Nesta and Gwyn tell Vivianne about the Valkyrie training.

“Your mind is away.” Elain says quietly.

“I’m a tad bit overwhelmed.” Reverie says back in the same tone. “And a bit embarrassed.”

“Whatever for?”

“I fainted Lainey.”

“The amount of magic that swirled around the room? It would be weird if you hadn’t.” Elain says.

“Maybe… is it stupid that I’m also nervous?”

“No no it’s not,” Elain says with a shake of her head. “It’s normal I’d say. Me and Lucien met under different circumstances but I do believe that nervousness is about normal when it comes to a mating bond. People just react to the nervousness in different ways.”

“You mean you hiding from him, Feyre throwing a shoe at Rhys and Nesta aggravating Cassian.” Reverie teases.

“And you fainting.” Elain teases back.

Reverie gives her a tentative smile.

“What’s really on that head of yours?”

“You’re a Seer, Nesta is Lady Death and a Valkyrie, Feyre is the Cursebreaker. I’m just me. What if that’s not enough?”

“It will be. You’re enough Reverie, more than enough” Elain says, adamant tone in her voice, as she finishes her hair, “and you never know. Things change with time. We did so didn’t we?”

“Okay.” Reverie says, letting out a breath. “That’s a good point. More than a good point actually.”

“Oh I know I’m brilliant,” Elain jokes practically preening in delight making Reverie laugh.

…..

taglist: @imma-too-many-fandoms

[foxybananaaaz]

• The Failed Resistance •

• If you have not yet read, click 《 HERE 》 for the entire work •

Elain spent the next few days up in her room, reading. She only really left her room to use the washroom, as well as to eat. She hadn’t thought about much else, but one passing thought was that she was hoping no one was concerned enough to reach out to anyone, as she had been spending quite a bit of time up in her bedroom.

She didn’t fully understand the text at first, but what she did not understand, she reread until she could get a concept of what she believed the text meant. What else could she do? If Feyre or Rhysand were reaching out to keep tabs regularly on her, she didn’t have long to learn as much as she could. Who knew, there may be some way to block her mind from them entering it, if she had found out she had more abilities as a seer the day before.

When she thought she had a basic understanding of everything in the texts, she had come out of her room, and made to walk down the stairs, yet froze in the middle of the stairs when she felt a strong power radiating through the bottom floor. She knew that power. The question raked itself through her mind. Was her sister here as well?

Clearing her mind of all the things she had recently learned, she knew she would keep her distance, even from her sister if she was here given she was still angry with the both of them. They wouldn’t be able to touch her, so she wouldn’t be able to fall into a room of windows without control. One thing from her reading the past few days she understood clear as crystal, was that being a seer meant far more than being able to see only what was yet to come.

Silently taking a deep breath, Elain walked into the main room, where she came to stand face to face with her sisters mate. The High Lord of the Night Court.

* * *

Elain made sure to take her usual posture, usual stance around him, though with a hint of anger remaining, refusing to let him believe she had forgotten their previous encounter. She wasn’t Nesta, who seemed fearless against him. But she would not let him walk over him. She also knew he did not want her to say a single word about her only being a pawn to him. Nothing but a political pawn. Elains anger rose.

Rhysand looked at her as though the previous encounter never happened, though the presence he had in her mind, she could feel the tension, the lingering anger. Elain took that anger, used it to cover her mind, because it was one track minded anger. The fact that she could cause him to lose Lucien as an ally with a single sentence. A single word really. Without him here, and he had no control over that. Because as his pawn, he needed her here. Rhysand needed Elain to strengthen the political ties he had with Lucien.

Elain though, could figure out, that moment if she truly wanted to keep ties with Rhysand. Go to say something in front of him, where he moves to stop her, resulting in Elain falling into that room of windows. Rhysands windows. She would have to pick the windows to see through carefully though, because the High Lords power was all through his mind. Who knew how long she would be there.

Elain couldn’t though. Not yet. She would not let Rhysand learn of this new ability she has, being a seer. She would not let him learn, and have him use her for his gain. If she was to expose this new ability to him, it would be at her convenience, at her timing, and on her own terms.

“You can cut the tension in here with a knife.” Elain heard Vassa comment, and was only then pulled from her thoughts. It had felt like minutes since she had walked in the room, yet in reality it had only been seconds.

Looking around, Elain noticed that within the seconds, the tension had indeed risen. The power of Rhysands she felt within her mind, had been thrown around the entire room, though Rhysand remained sitting, not changing position, or facial expression. Lucien had moved from his seat to standing on her side, though covering her only so slightly, not knowing if there was danger or not. The humans, though remaining visually impassive, had moved off to the side of the room.

Elain then noticed her sister was also there, just before Feyre had moved forward as if to hug her. Elain had stepped out of Feyres way. Both angry with her, and to avoid seeing her sisters windows.

Another rush of concealed anger waved through her mind, as Elain noticed her sisters hurt expression, yet Elain stood her ground. Moving to go sit opposite her sister and Rhysand, Elain stood tall. “Forgive me, but I’m not overly social as of late. I am still working on settling in.” Elain commented, looking at the High Lord and Lady. She looked at them, with pure formality. There was no familial expression in her eyes. Elain did take enjoyment in the shock in Rhysands face, upon her own expression. Elain knew how to be polite and formal with people she did not like.

“Elain?” Feyre had asked, sounding hurt, yet confused at Elains look, and tone. “Elain, are you okay?” Feyre tried to reach out to her, reaching out emotionally.

“Of course.” Elain replied, with a polite smile, looking at her younger sister. “It’s just a big adjustment. I used to long to come back to the Human Lands. Actually being back here? I have not yet been outside. I would love to visit with old friends, yet I fear they may not accept me.” Elain commented as though she was speaking to an old friend, politely, and formally. “I am fine. It is just taking longer to adjust than I had thought I would.”

Elain watched as confused pain crossed her sisters face. Elain found herself incredibly grateful that her 8sister had not brought little Nyx. She would not be able to keep this up with him here. She would have to act as though everything were perfectly fine. A longing for the nephew she would see everyday swept through her as she missed him. How she wished she could give him a hug.

A wave of dark anger lingered its way through the room. With this anger, Elain couldn’t help but believe that it was Rhysand that had been the one who had determined that his son would not come. would probably insist his son would remain home in Velaris each time they came and checked in.

Checked in. That was what this was. He wanted to check in on her, see her progress. This anger still lingering in her mind must have come from the fact that Lucien went to stand next to her, against him, at the tension when she first walked in, and Rhysands power filled the room.

“My apologies for not yet having to check on this human treaty yet, but thats simply the reason why. I fear my old friends reaction. Especially if Greyson has opened his mouth to everyone since the war.” Elain mentioned, refusing to mention she had indeed run into him. She sent a formal, far too innocent smile to Rhysand. “Everything else is not of my concern.” Elain added.

Without waiting for a response, Elain stood, making to leave the room, without a word. It wasn't long before she heard Rhysand say behind her, "We aren't finished with our conversation yet.” That was barely concealed frustration in his voice. She could hear it, she wondered if the others could hear it as well.

Elain turned back to Rhysand, a soft, polite smile on her face, as she spoke, still that formal manner lacing her tone. She had pulled back, leaving nothing personal in this conversation, this unexpected meeting today. “I have nothing further to add. Besides, I usually never participate in these important meetings, as their topics are not meant for me to hear.” Elain, never dropping her polite, entertaining company, smile finished.

She then moved to leave once more, before she felt, more than heard as Rhysand, no. As the High Lord of the Night Court once again stated, “You are staying for this one. Now, we are not yet finished with this conversation. Come sit down.”

Elain felt the power in his voice. But she did not feel it as he had intended her to feel it. Did not feel the amount of power he put into his voice. What was it that the Cauldron did exactly, that she was not aware of, that made the Most Powerful High Lord in History’s power do nothing but tickle the back of her neck? Elain couldn’t help but wonder how Nesta felt, especially when Rhysand threw his full power at her like this.

Unable to stop the soft laugh at the tickle though, Elain then turned around to look at this High Lord. Her sister looked painfully angry, though not at her. Vassa and Jurian, being human, were surprisingly able to hold their composure. Though as Elain thought of it, they weren’t ordinary humans.

Lucien– Lucien looked to be fighting every instinct he had telling him to jump between her and Rhysand. Fighting every instinct he had to fight, to protect. The uncontrollable part of Elains reactions when it came to him, responded in both pride that he would want to react like that, yet also immense guilt that she had kept him at such an emotional distance that he would feel like he has to fight with his most basic instincts, that he to, cannot control.

Backing down from what she was going to say, which would only hit Lucien in that area of the bond even more, Elain then settled her gaze on the livid Rhysand. Elain kept her posture straight, stayed strong, and spoke clearly.

“I have nothing else to include in this conversation. Therefore I have no reason to stay here in the room. So I am go–” Elain was speaking before the entire room around her disappeared.

{ Lucien }

Lucien sat there, as Elain had once again, tried telling Rhys that she was done with the conversation. Rhys, a High Lord. Her High Lord. Lucien had been able to feel Rhys’ anger growing as Elains time in the room passed. Lucien could feel as Rhys lost his temper, and let his power loose, yet it wasn’t even at its full limit, and Lucien felt the immense weight of it. The amount of power being the only thing keeping Lucien from at least standing up against him.

Rhysand was not his High Lord. He was an emissary for the Night Court, but he was not a member of the Court. His home was here, within these walls. Glamoured to make the house look small and near falling apart so the humans would not complain, yet the house was in fact, far more grand.

He was watching as Elain, Elain his mate, his beautiful mate, stood against Rhys as though he were asking the weather, and not throwing power around the room, at her. She was not affected at all. He wondered how that was, and was going to think more on it, to make sure to keep himself in check when Elain zoned out fully.

Lucien focused on Elain immediately. He couldn’t help it. she was speaking against her High Lord, then went silent, as she zoned out. Had Rhysand wiped her mind, erased all that made her Elain? Panic swept through Lucien, a fear that froze its way through his veins.

He wouldn’t do that. She’s my sister. He wouldn’t do that to me. If he were going to, He’d have done so to Nesta mere weeks after they were made. A voice filled his mind. Feyres voice filled his mind. While Lucien was angry at the fact that Rhys would not do that solely for Feyres sake, he did find the icy panic, the feral fear had calmed at his once close friends' reassurance.

He was about to respond to Feyre when Elain had started speaking. She had started speaking, though he knew these weren’t her own words. It was as though she were reading from a script, reciting a monologue for an audience. Her visions had never consisted of her speaking this much before. There was the vision the first night, but that hadn’t seemed… That wasn’t like it was a prophecy.

“She burns too bright.

After the antler is stripped,

and when a wing ripped.

She burns too bright for their eyes,

running hot as she destroys

Burns bright until the moon stands tall,

burns bright, others will watch as she’ll fall.”

After Elain had finished speaking, eyes slowly moved towards Vassa, who’s eyes went wide, colour draining from her face.

“Burns bright, others will watch as she’ll fall. Burns bright, others will watch–” Elain had kept muttering to herself the final line as she was still lost in her vision, looking as though she were to walk off, the last thing she was going to do before her vision. Lucien made to move to help her go sit down, so she wouldn’t walk into something, causing injury.

“We don’t know for sure it’s about you.” Lucien heard Jurian quietly, reassuringly told Vassa.

“But it also mentions–” Vassa had started, before Lucien cut in, not letting her mention Bitki, especially as Rhys was far angrier, and his power on full display today.

“Jurians right, we don’t know it is about you.” Lucien insisted, tuning Rhys and Feyre out, as he looked to Jurian, a concerned look crossing his face. The antler was definitely Bitki. The wing could be anyone they knew. But the flames of burning? There was no way to know for sure, but… he couldn’t help but to worry for his friend, as it sounded detrimental.

{ Elain }

Elain eventually came to, blinking the fog away, looking to see that the room that had just been full, both with people, and also angry, dark power, was now empty. She was the only one in the room. No, that had been incorrect, because there was that scent. The scent of the forest, trees and leaves. But it was different than the forest scent that caused such confusing reactions within her. There was no warmth as though it were the middle of the day encompassing that scent. None of the smell of rain, as the sun still shines bright.

No, this forest smell was mixed with scents of the earth coming alive, as though waking from a long slumber. The smell of birds flying around, with squirrels looking for their leftover buried nuts.. This smell was that of a forest in the early spring.

As the fog of Elains vision had finally fully cleared, Elain noticed that the scent had been Bitki who stood in front of her. Sitting straight up, out of concern for her, given her sister and Rhysand had come by. “My sister, her–”

“They are gone Elain. I would not be here if they were still here as well. They left, and I was asked to come over here.” Bitki stated, looking calmly, yet seriously towards Elain as she took a seat across from her. “Your vision. It seemed to scare people, well, scare is the wrong word. But it did cause concern.” Bitki explained.

“I don’t remember what I saw,” Elain explained, looking across the room to her new friend. “What was it I was saying that would concern anyone?” She felt the need to know, though a very small part of her was afraid to ask, as she noticed how no one else was here. She knew it was serious because of that. But it couldn’t be too serious if they were having Bitki have this conversation.

Elain then sat and her fear grew as Bitki recited the words from a piece of paper in front of her. She then handed the paper to Elain, as she held her hand out to read over the words herself, not believing she had said them, had the vision about such a thing.

“What does it mean, ‘After the antler is stripped?’ Does that mean losing an anter?” Bitki asked her, looking at her, worry visible in her gaze, brown eyes refusing to look at Elain as she looked at the paper instead.

“I don’t know, I can’t remember the vision itself. I don’t know what it means.” Elain responded, looking back down at the paper herself, looking at the line that Bitki was asking about. “I wish I could answer your question Bitki, I do. But I simply can not remember them. I’ll need to practise, and study, to get there where I can remember them. But right now, I cannot.” Elain explained, unable to help but feel guilty.

Elain sat there, unable to do anything, not knowing what to say as Bitki nodded, and stood up, before walking out of the room, leaving Elain sitting there, alone. Even though today only half done, it had been going horrifically.

* * *

Up in her room, later that night, having spent the rest of her day reading even more from the books Eris had left her, she needed to get out. she needed to have fresh air, breathe in clean cold air, and clear her head from the nasty day.

Elain realized it was quite late, but regardless, Elain grabbed a jacket, and made to leave the house. She couldn’t stay within the walls much longer after the day's events still lingered within them. The night was far more peaceful, more quiet. Less humans, less anyone. She knew there was no treaty amongst the humans, because they wouldn’t dare enter the fae lands.

Perhaps the Children of the Blessed might, but they would find that the Fae were, they were nothing to be worshipped like they do. The fae really can be cruel horrid creatures, depending on who you encounter. Being that the Spring Court bordered the Human Lands, well, there was a horrid creature there. So any Child of the Blessed would surely get a rude awakening should they run into him.

No, the real reason she was here was to make sure to not lose Lucien, and by extension Vassa and Jurian, as allies to the Night Court. But she was beginning to ask herself if she had truly belonged in the Night Court. Though if not, where did she belong?

Having been outside now, she noticed how cold it was, and was glad to have a jacket. Tightening the Jacket around her, Elain kept going, wanting to make her way further into the town. If Greyson had been here, then surely it must be the town she had lived in before, if not it would be fairly close to it.

While walking, Elains thoughts went to the books she had spent the past few days reading, knowing she would need to practise using her gifts soon. Rhysand and Feyre had already shown up, and they would always block her from learning about them. Reading about seers even. Because they thought she had her visions under control.

She clearly had not, if she had gotten a new gift as being a seer, and having learned that she can control when she has a vision, as well as remember what she had seen when she comes back to. No. She truly needed to learn about her gifts, and practise them. away from anyone up North. They were her gifts, and her choice to do so.

Elain had been walking for a good twenty minutes before she froze, hearing from behind footsteps following her in the snow, having no idea who it was, not yet turning around to see.

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AUTHORS NOTE ::

Yes this is way past due. I had a major writers block, also, I needed to step back from Tumblr entirely because anxiety, and the toxicity of the Fandom.

But I am back, with a new chapter, that may seem.... I resembled chapter one, in a sense that it paints Rhys in a less than kind light. But, it fits the story.

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A Court of Shadow and Flame Masterlist

Azriel had never been chosen.

He loved the Morrigan for over 500 years yet his attempts at wooing her had never been fruitful. Elain Archeron was perfect yet unattainable. The females he sought after never seemed interested in him.

Ariadne Vanserra never had a choice.

Her entire life had been carefully crafted by her father and his ambition since she was a baby. No actions she took were ever her own and the war had left her even more broken than before.

What happens when when the worlds of flame and shadow collide and the two find themselves juxtaposed against one another in a battle of wit and words after the youngest Vanserra decides to help her estranged brother win over his mate?

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Status: In Progress

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Day 4 Masterlist: Adventure

Fanfic

"Rhys's death scene but if Rhys lost his powers, Part 4" by @lorcandidlucienwill (Feytamsand)

"Embers In The Wind, Ch 4: Sky Above, Fire Below" by @chunkypossum (Nerissian)

"Our Greatest Adventure" by @acourtofladydeath (Nessriel)

"this is me trying, Ch 4-6" by @witch-and-her-witcher (Nessriel)

"Adventure" by @littlestw01f (OC X Rhysand X Eris)

"Sharing Is Caring: A Neopolitan Bond's Fic" by @nocasdatsgay (Reader X Azris, Reader x Feyre)

"Mission Accomplished" by @tsunami-of-tears (Reader X Cazriel)

"Home to Me" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Elucien)

"Relax and Unwind" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Nessian)

Fanart & Miscellaneous

"The Band of Exiles" by @copypastus (Lucien X Vassa X Jurian)

"Kings & Queens & Vagabonds" playlist by @fieldofdaisiies (BOE, Lucien X Vassa X Jurian)

"taking a vacation with feysand and/or nessian" drabbles/headcanons by @throneofsapphics (Reader X Feysand, Reader X Nessian)

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Day 7 Masterlist: Free Day

Fanfic

"Return to the Hewn City, Ch 1: Know Your Place" by @acourtofladydeath (Azris X Nessian)

"you come back with gravity, Ch 1" by @iftheshoef1tz (BOE Lucien X Jurian X Vassa, Elucien, Morlain)

"Rhys's death scene but if Rhys lost his powers, Part 5" by @lorcandidlucienwill (Feytamsand)

"Wicked Games" by @fieldofdaisiies (Nessriel)

"I Know What You Need" by @born-to-riot (Vamren X Nesta)

"Schedule Conflicts" by @readychilledwine (OC X Azriel X Feysand, OC X Azriel X Nessian)

"Lighthouse In The Woods" fic and playlist by @chunkypossum (OC X Eris X Azriel)

"The Ruining of Seraphina" by @readychilledwine (OC X Inner Circle)

"Pregnancy Roulette" by @littlestw01f (OC X Rhysand X Eris)

"Baby of Mine, A Spring Time Affairs Fic" by @nocasdatsgay (OC X Tamlin X Elucien)

"For the High Lady" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Bat Boys

"Ours to Keep" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Neris)

"Omega, Ours Part 2" by @mrs-illyrian-baby (Reader X Nessian)

Fanart

"Acoship Throuples" by @copypastus (Multiple Ships)

"Sellyn Drake good time" by @dustjacketdraws (Nessriel)

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Types of CNM: Open Relationship

Open relationships look different for every couple/group! As a term, it covers people who require a romantic commitment before sexual activity, or individuals who don't even exchange names before engaging in activities. Relationships can be romantic and/or sexual.

"Fours Company" Azriel/Vanserra OC (Lyria), Nesta/Cassian/Lyria/Azriel by @readychilledwine

"you come back with gravity" Elucien, Elain/Morrigan, Jurian/Lucien Vanserra/Vassa by @iftheshoef1tz

We hope you're enjoying these fics so far!

We'd love to expand this list! If you know of any fics within the Maasverse that feature open relationships let us know and we will add them to our collection.

Disclaimer: It’s important to understand when discussing any type or relationships “classification” that many relationships cannot be classified. Labels are not necessary, and sometimes can restrict the growth of an individual or situation. Some labels and classifications are also fluid and open to interpretation, so you may find different definitions depending on what reference you use. What’s most important is that all members are consenting and happy with the arrangement! These posts are intended as a guideline for individuals who may not be aware of the different types of CNM and are meant to be a jumping off point, not a strict definition.