#a court of frost and starlight

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Azriel, Cassian, and Elain are all in the kitchen. Cassian and Az have offered to help.

Az, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Cassian: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Az: Ohhhhhhh-

Elain: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

[the-darkestminds]

One of the reasons why I instantly loved Emerie:

[chichikoi]

hiraeth(II).

part I. synopsis: she watches as cassian falls for another (...or does he?) grappling with her own hidden affections and their newly snapped mating bond in the process. pairing: cassian x fem!reader fandom: a court of thorns and roses genre: angst warnings: alcohol mention. a/n: 1.7k words! so... theres gonna be a part 3. i thought this would be it but... apparently not! yup, part two is... still angst. yes, i have started writing part 3. yes, its going to have a fluffy ending. meddle about, because he's totally chase atlantic coded.

Cassian woke with a start, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as the realization hit him like a brick, as something tugged at him. Panic seized him, his mind reeling with the implications of what had just occurred. He stumbled out of the couch, careful not to disturb her slumber with his thoughts in turmoil, and made his way out of the House of Wind in a frantic daze.

With each step, the weight of centuries, centuries of unspoken feelings crashed down upon him, threatening to suffocate him with its intensity. He had loved her for so long, kept his feelings hidden deep within his heart, never daring to hope that she might feel the same.

–

The sparring ring buzzed with energy as she and Cassian circled each other, their movements fluid and precise. Cassian's muscles rippled as he lunged forward, his siphons blaring in the dim light, as she parried his blow effortlessly, her movements graceful yet calculated.

They danced across the training hall, their blades clashing in a deadly symphony. Cassian's attacks became more relentless, his desperation palpable, and she found herself struggling to keep up. She parried and dodged, her movements growing more frantic as she sought to break through Cassian's offensive onslaught.

Cassian found himself pushing harder, driving himself to the brink as his movements became more aggressive, more forceful, fueled by a primal instinct he couldn't control. She fought back with equal ferocity, but her struggle to keep up with him was evident. Cassian could see the strain etched on her face, the way her muscles trembled under the force of his blows. 

Seizing the opening, Cassian pressed his advantage, his attacks growing more relentless. She found herself on the defensive, her steps quickening as she struggled to keep up with the sudden onslaught. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face, the tension coiling in the space between them.

Finally, with a sudden burst of speed, She feinted to the left, then struck with lightning precision, her sword whistling through the air towards Cassian's exposed flank. “C- Cassian-'' she called out, her voice reverberating through her chest with a note of urgency. But it was Azriel's booming voice that cut through the tension like a blade. "Cassian, enough!" he called out, his tone firm and commanding. 

She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and confusion as she found herself trapped, her sword clattering to the ground. Cassian's gaze bore into her, his breathing ragged, and for a heartbeat, She saw a flicker of something primal and raw in his expression – a fierce, almost animalistic need to – harm her? 

Cassian froze, his siphons stilling in the air, his chest heaving with exertion. He saw the concern etched on Azriel's face, the silent plea in his eyes.

Cassian’s gaze flickered to her, breathing ragged and her body trembling from the strain. He saw the fear flash in her eyes, as realization dawned on him that he had gone too far.

Tension hung heavy in the air, the silence broken only by the sound of their labored breathing. Slowly, Cassian released his grip, his hand falling limply to his side. He averted his gaze, his features etched with shame and guilt, as if he had committed some unforgivable transgression. She stood there, her heart pounding, her mind racing to make sense of what had just transpired. She had known Cassian for years, had fought by his side in countless battles, and yet she had never seen him react this way – with such raw, unbridled emotion.

Tentatively, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. "Cassian?" she murmured, her voice laced with concern. "What's wrong?" Cassian flinched at her touch, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the words. "I… I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something came over me, and I couldn't…" He trailed off, his gaze fixed on the ground, his features a mask of anguish.

Her brows furrowed, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of Cassian's uncharacteristic behavior. She had always admired his unwavering strength and composure, his ability to remain calm and centered even in the midst of the fiercest battles. To see him so unraveled, so vulnerable… Gently, she placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. "Talk to me, Cass." she urged, her voice soft and soothing. Tentative.

Without a word, he turned and left the ring, his footsteps heavy. Azriel followed close behind, his anger palpable as they made their way through the bustling streets of Velaris. The usually lively sounds of the city faded into the background, replaced by the heavy silence that hung between them. Cassian's jaw was set, his gaze fixed ahead as he wrestled with his emotions, visible in the rigid set of his shoulders.

–

The familiar warmth of the tavern buzzed in the air, as Azriel's gaze bore into Cassian.

“She's my mate,” he confessed to Azriel, his voice raw with emotion. “She's my mate.” Each word reverberated through the silence with an intensity that belied its softness. "She's my mate.” 

Azriel sat there, a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes alight with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "It's about time." Azriel said, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing.

But before Cassian could respond, a sudden intrusion disrupted the moment. Rhysand's voice echoed through their mental shields, knocking on the barriers of their minds – quiet, inquiring. 

Perfect timing.

–

As she pushed open the tavern door, Cassian's world tilted on its axis as he felt the air shift. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her sauntering frame, couldn't ignore the pull drawing him towards her, like a moth to a flame. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating every curve and dip of her body. It was like something out of a dream, something he never thought he'd see in real life.

He wanted to tear her clothes off right then and there, to feel her skin against his, to lose himself in her. But he knew he couldn't. Not here, not now. There were too many eyes on them, too many prying ears ready to catch even the faintest whisper of scandal.

He tried to focus on his conversation with Azriel, tried to drown out the overwhelming voice in his head that screamed her name, but it was futile. His eyes wandered back to her, drinking in every detail as if he were seeing her for the first time. He felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him, a primal need to claim her as his own. The music, the laughter, the world itself – ceased to exist until there was nothing but her. She was a vision, a goddess, even amongst immortals, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

–

Mor's movements were like poetry in motion, each step with a confidence that was impossible to

ignore. She flashed a dazzling smile at the bartender, who nodded in acknowledgment before quickly preparing their drink.

Her thoughts wandered to Feyre and she whipped around to see her seated next to Rhysand, who were lost in each other's arms in a secluded corner of the tavern, and as if on cue, her gaze landed on Cassian. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her knees tremble and her heart race. There was something in his gaze – a hunger, a longing – that confused her. Mor's curiosity piqued as she followed Cassian's gaze to where it rested on her. It was a dangerous game he played, allowing himself to be drawn into her orbit, especially when the weight of his feelings threatened to overwhelm him.

Just as he was about to excuse himself, he felt a presence beside him. Turning, he saw her approaching, her eyes soft with concern. "Hey," she said, her voice gentle yet determined. "Can we talk?" 

Cassian's eyes flickered to hers, and she was struck by the raw vulnerability she saw there. For a moment, it seemed as if he were on the verge of revealing whatever it is that’s been gnawing away at him. But then, almost as quickly, the walls slammed back into place, and his expression hardened once more. "I…" he began, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't think that's a good idea." 

"Cassian," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "You know you can trust me, right? Whatever it is." Foolish, fragile heart.  

For a long moment, Cassian remained silent, his eyes fixed on the amber liquid in his glass. She could practically see the gears turning in his mind, the internal battle he was waging. Finally, he let out a shaky breath and turned to face her, his eyes burning with an intensity – fondness that took her breath away. 

That fondness looked like something that might one day call itself affection, and for all his insistence that he didn’t know how to feel the things his tender expression implies, she grapples to clip their wings. Unsuccessful, she chastises herself as she lets hope beat against the walls of her chest.

Cassian felt the walls he had so carefully constructed begin to crumble, his heart pounding in his chest as her eyes searched his, as if she could see straight into the depths of him. His gaze drifted to her lips, and he caught the subtle hitch in her breath, the same desire mirrored in her eyes. 

This is, she knows, intimate for him, and he shied away from intimacy with a degree of discipline that was almost devout.

Slowly, almost involuntarily, he raised his hand, his calloused fingertips tracing the delicate curve of her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed, and Cassian felt a jolt of electricity coursing through him. 

He was all but a lost soul, desperately trying to find his home in a path that was not the slightest bit familiar. And if he was feeling kind, he'd flutter down and bless her with a kiss: dark and violent, screaming bloody murder, and kick his way into her soul. But he was never hers in the first place, was he?

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[thisblogisaboutabook]

The High Lord’s Good Girl

Headcanon - Tamlin x Reader

Tamlin takes care of his very good girl

A/N: It’s Tamlin week and I’m feeling kinky. I did not proofread this, do with it what you will.

Warnings: smut, literally this is porn, major breeding kink (come on, you know that’s a kink of his - it’s practically canon at this point), possessive Tamlin may result in foaming at the mouth, fingering, MDNI.

- Scruff bristled against the shell of your ear, canines nipping slightly at the lobe, Tamlin’s hot breath fanning over you sending chills down your spine, his whispers barely more than a growl. “Who’s cunt is this?”

- You choaked on the pathetic moan his low tone elicited. “Yours, Tam.”

- The squelch of wetness as two fingers curled into you sending your eyes back into your head, hot breath once again enrapturing you in a lust-filled daze. “Good.”

- His unsheathed claws carefully gripped the curvature of your waist, teetering along that edge of pain and bliss he’d perfected in his countless nights of bringing ecstasy to your needy body, the urge to “breed, breed, breed” rang through him at those delectable fucking hips of yours.

- But tonight was about you and bringing you all the pleasure he could. He wanted nothing more than to sate his mate, care for you, provide for you so that you never had to worry about a thing

- “Whose the only male who gets to feel the way your needy cunt drips for your High Lord?”

- You whimpered, loving the nights where his possessive streak couldn’t be reigned in.

- He’d seen the males ogling your supple curves in the new dress he’d had fashioned for you. He was so fucking proud to show you to the world but he coveted you. You were HIS.

- And you fucking loved it.

- The telltale sign of your impending orgasm came to surface, your sex gripping around his thick fingers.

- “The sooner you come on my fingers, the sooner I breed you babygirl. You want my cum don’t you?”

- And gods you wanted nothing more than to come over and over on his cock, living for the way he could shape it to reach every spot that ached for him, custom fit for you and you only. “Mhmmm, yes please.”

- “Such good manners from my needy girl. Let go for me, love. Let me hear you sing for me.”

- And with that you broke, absolutely shattered for him as he bit your neck possessively, marking you as his for the taking.

- “Now on your back, angel. Can you bring those knees up for me?”

- “Perfect. My good girl.”

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

I think my heart knew you were mine long before I ever realized it.

k.b. // a court of frost and starlight - feyra to rhysand (by sarah j. maas)

[profound-imagination]

I feel like some of you forget that Rhysand let an innocent human get murdered. “But he took the pain, she didn’t feel it!” She’s still dead babes.

I feel like some of you forget Rhysand forced Feyre into their bargain and then drugged her night after night. “He did it so she didn’t remember the horrors!” Still drugged her hun.

I feel like some of you forget Feyre didn’t hurt just Tamlin by destroying the Spring Court, she destroyed the lives of innocents.

I feel like some of you forget that Feyre used Elain against Lucien when they left spring.

I feel like some of you forget they ended up going through Autumn somewhere Lucien feared and knew he’d be killed on sight because she lied and stole from the summer court.

I feel like some of you forget that Feyre was playing Tamlin and Lucien off against each other.

I feel like some of you forget Amaranta groomed Tamlin and then cursed Prythian when he rebuffed her advances.

I feel like some of you forget Tamlin spent 50 years trying to make it right, sending his friends out to die, friends who went willingly.

I feel like some of you forget Tamlin took Lucien in when he had nowhere else to go, gave him a home and a semblance of family.

I feel like some of you forget Tamlin had his own trauma. “He didn’t check on Feyre and help her with her trauma!” Show me where she did that for him??

I feel like some of you forget how in Rhysand’s attempt to prove he is a “good guy” he cut Tamlin off from speaking, allowed Azriel to attack Eris (maybe they did both deserve it) but what about when he essentially said “You can work with me or I can go into your minds and make you.”

I feel like some of you forget Lucien had endured abuse and loss his whole life and stood by the one person he had even if the decision was wrong.

I feel like some of you forget Lucien and Tamlin were raised to fear Rhysand and yet they still did everything they could to save her. “But she told Lucien she was fine and she sent a letter!” How was Lucien to know Rhys wasn’t controlling her and how were they to know she could read or write? She couldn’t when she left Spring?

I feel like some of you forget Lucien stood his ground when he found Feyre in the woods despite knowing the male that stood with her could kill him with very little effort.

I feel like some of you forget that Lucien didn’t shout that Elain was his mate, he didn’t claim ownership of her, he said it in shock, as if he couldn’t believe that Jesminda wasn’t his mate.

In short, I feel like some of you were very quick to forgive Rhysand and Feyre but you can’t forgive Tamlin and Lucien?

[praisethelorde]

Getting railed by Lucien Vanserra would cure my depression.

[flaviedub]

Nessian :)

[rainingriversofyou]

The Morrigan

“A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it”

-A Court Of Mist And Fury

Art by scribbubbles

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Feyre: I never understood why people cared so much about their dumb friends until I got a dumb friend myself.

Feyre: *Picks up Cassian*

Feyre: I've only befriended Cassian for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[the-darkestminds]

I see Elriels use Feyre’s reaction here as evidence that Lucien is wrong for Elain but honestly I see this as one of the few normal sibling reactions/behaviors in the books. Because of course she’s gonna cringe at that thought. Any other reaction would be weird. And poor Lucien is just minding his own business, judged for being a good fuck. This whole scene is so funny to me. 💀

[dawneternal]

What did Azriel whisper in Eris's ear???

Where is Elain going so early in the morning???

Why is Rhys being so extra???

What did Eris trade to keep Keir out of Velaris???

What are Eris hounds named???

Eris Eris Eris???

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Rainy Season

Azriel x Reader

An angsty little one shot. Azriel’s mate is tired of being at the bottom of his list of priorities.

Update: Due to popular demand, this is being made into a series!

Part 2

The air’s getting heavy and we both know why

There was a time when an evening like this brought solace to my weary soul.

Azriel’s hand wrapped around my waist, caressing my stomach, pressing soft kisses to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. His hair tickling against my sensitive skin as we hid under blankets absorbing the incessant melody of drip, drop, drip, drop and the echoing pitter patter of rain drops hitting the roof. His warmth seeping right through to the coldest depths of my soul.

I’d turn around, pressing my bare breasts against his muscled chest. Our breath hitching as his sunburst eyes of brown, amber, and gold bore into mine, his soft lips whispering promises of forever.

Say that this storm is just passing through

But Azriel wasn’t here. He hadn’t been for 6 days, 23 hours, and 50 minutes now. It would have been laughable, comparing the past to now, if it weren’t so damned sad. In the beginning there’d been long, doting love notes with risqué quips regarding his intentions upon coming home, little gifts that he couldn’t resist bringing back from his travels, and the stolen hours where he’d sneak in a visit during the intermittent downtime on his missions. As a realist, I knew that it was not sustainable long-term but relished in it as the gift it was. Newly formed, passionate love that exceeded anything I had ever imagined upon finding my cauldron-blessed mate.

As the years went on I understood when the love notes became briefs and the thoughtful gifts became pecks on the cheek as he hurried through the door to exchange his leathers for clean ones, wipe down his weapons, and rest before his next mission. But time went on, as is inevitable, and distant were the memories of stolen moments away from missions, the desperate caress of his hands roaming my body as if he couldn’t quite believe I was fully corporeal before him - needing to touch me to reassure him that this was real. Now the touches were detached, perfunctory, another task on his never-ending to-do list.

Drop after drop we’re destroying this house and eachother.

The boiling point had been simmering for a while, left on the fire with reassurances of “Things are just busy right now”, “It’ll slow down soon”, “I would stay if I could, love. You know I would. I have no choice.”

But we both knew all too well that there was always a choice. There were times when Rhys let it slip that Azriel had volunteered for missions that his other spies were perfectly suited for, times when all I wanted in the world was to be curled up and listening to the rain with my mate.

Missions became tasks with the Valkyries, “chaperoning” Cassian and Nesta, and emotionally supporting the lovely doe-eyed fawn - Elain - who was the delicate cherry blossom of spring opposite of my wild summertime storm.

It wasn’t her fault. The trauma inflicted upon her, the loss of autonomy that came with being thrown into the cauldron and having her mortality stripped away without her say. The powers she never asked for overwhelming her senses. Hell, maybe it wasn’t Azriel’s fault for responding to the traumas of his past and the need to overcompensate for every ounce of blood he’s drawn by saving anything and everything that needed rescuing.

The problem lay with the fact that where Elain is a “seer”, my ability to “sense” when things are amiss was strong and Azriel’s intentions with her were becoming blurred. Feelings of lust had become more frequent down the bond along with flutters of joy and adoration. When it began I thought maybe things would look up in our relationship - he was missing me, fisting his cock to fantasies of taking me over and over when he returned home - but he only became more distant. He’d return more often than not smelling of jasmine and honey. The strength of the scent coating him correlating with the increase in enamored feelings slipping through the bond.

Six days ago when I’d asked him to skip out on training with Cassian and Nesta and whatever it was he and Elain would do - that was when the thunder clapped and the sky opened. “I can’t just stay home and cater to you all the time. I have duties to this court. Why can’t you find a hobby to occupy your time? Nesta reads and trains with the Valkyries, Feyre paints, Elain gardens and she evens bakes! Why can’t you be more like-“

He caught himself too late, immediately reaching out to place a gentle hand on my shoulder and apologize but it was too late for that.

Please, make it stop

It wasn’t that I wasn’t a forgiving or understanding person. i appreciated his dedication to his court and family and those in need but…

“Why can’t I be more like what? You can stop mid-sentence but you already said it all.” I looked down, shaking my head as silver lined my eyes. Gods, I hate that I’m an angry crier. “You want to know why I can’t be more like Elain in your eyes, Azriel? Because I exist in your fucking blind spot! I have been helping Feyre AT the studio, volunteering at a food pantry in Velaris, and teaching self-defense classes to women and children at the park but you wouldn’t know because you never ask me what I’ve been up to while you’re gone.”

He started to speak but I wasn’t finished. “The reason I cannot be more like Elain, or Feyre, or Nesta is because I’m none of them. I am ME. And you know what? I like me. I don’t want to be anybody else.” Trying and failing miserably to hold my head high I pathetically fell to my knees, shuddering as tears of rage flowed freely.

Warmth enveloped me as Azriel knelt down to soothe my quaking form. I let him if only because I didn’t have the composure to tell him otherwise as he began pressing kisses to my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I have been a terrible mate. I love all that you are- I- I’ll stop with Elain. She’s doing much better and Nuala and Cerridwen can keep an eye on her, so can Rhys and Cassian, and her sisters. It will be okay.”

That consolation attempt only drove the blade of bitterness deeper into my heart. Elain had so many in her corner and who did I have anymore? My chronically absent mate? The family I left behind to move to Velaris with Azriel? There was nobody close by.

“I think you should leave.” I sobbed out.

Azriel ignored the shaky command, continuing to hold me. Fuck - is this what it took for him to notice me? Breaking my heart so he could stitch it back up again?

“Azriel.” I stated firmly.

He met my eyes.

“You should leave.”

His look grew puzzled. “I thought you wanted me to stay - to spend time together? Please, Y/N. Let me make this better.”

“I need space. Give me one week.”

“But-“

“One. Week.”

Azriel’s shoulders slumped, head hanging low for several minutes before realizing that my decision was firm.

“I love you.” He said before heading out the door.

——————

Like clockwork as 7 days, 0 hours, and 1 minute were up, the front door to our home opened and Azriel’s footsteps padded in behind me, my gaze remaining fixated on the rain falling outside the window. A lump formed in my throat as I avoided turning to meet his gaze.

So dance one more dance and tell one more lie.

Azriel stepped around me, wordlessly extending a hand, patiently waiting as I avoided his gaze a moment longer before taking it. His shadows began humming faintly, increasing their melody and reaching a crescendo as Azriel began dancing with me through the room.

Say that you love me even if it’s not true

I let myself melt into the warmth of his chest. The thick air remained heavy upon my soul but I could have this. I could let myself enjoy this moment.

We wordlessly danced through the room in the soft glow of the fae lights.

We made our way through the hall into our shared bed that had become so neglected.

“I love you, Y/N.” he murmured as he laid me down, stripped bare underneath him.

“I love you too, Azriel.”

——————

Wish I could just say it and words were enough to keep you from being the one giving up.

The middle of the night left me restless as he lay soundly asleep beside me. My senses tugged me toward his bag that he’d discarded at the entryway. I brought out his dirty clothes from the week only to be greeted with the fresh scent of jasmine and honey.

Like the sky letting go for no reason

I packed my essentials and voyaged out into the pouring rain. Its patter on my skin washing away the salty tears streaming down my face. Following my senses to where the love was true back to my Summer Court home, my family. As free as a summer storm.

It's just the rainy season.

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A/n - I know there are plenty of Azriel x Reader and Elain fics out there. It was rainy and dreary here yesterday and this song was in my head for the first time in like 10 years so…. I wrote this.

[leiaamidala]

"𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆."

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⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by @reirei-art

⤞ commissioned by krystal.k.m & me

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