#acotar gym AU

[animezinglife]

ACOTAR Headcanons - Gym AU Edition

Some just-for-fun and weirdly specific headcanons based on my own very regular observations.

Feyre: Feyre is actually pretty typical in terms of gymgoing, who tends to fall into her own zone once she has her playlist up and running. She usually starts on the treadmill and people watches before fully getting into her own zone and opting for intuitive workouts that feel right for her at the time rather than going for strict programs or plans. She doesn't sweat. She glistens. She keeps her attire pretty practical with classic, neutral leggings and a tank top. Often shows up with Rhys even though they separate to do their own thing. Honestly, everyone kind of just likes Feyre even if they don't really know her.

Elain: The Soft Gym Girl™ aesthetic incarnate and the social butterfly who makes friends with everyone in her group fitness classes. Is adored by all the older ladies who work out there and knows them all on a first-name basis, and they bond over gardening. Always has her yoga mat and shows up in paler colors and can fearlessly rock a white 'fit, often with a light wrap sweater or cardigan over her workout clothes. She somehow still always looks put-together and perfect after a workout, a low ponytail with curls/waves still intact and hint of color on her cheeks that makes it look more like she's blushing and less like she's just worked out for an hour. Don't underestimate her, though: she can hold her own in any group fitness class and loves the way they leave her feeling.

Nesta: Don't Talk to Me™. Grandmaster of the RBF, who pulls her hair back tightly in a neat, low bun or severe braid so that no strands stray from their place. She will glare at anyone who tries to speak to her/distract her and will usually completely ignore anyone who makes that attempt without even taking off her headphones. Also looks crazy hot despite it all and opts for sleek, plainer, dark outfits (usually matching sets) in cuts that show off her lean, strong form. Only shows up when she feels like it but somehow doesn't lose strength or stamina.

Amren: The Small But Mighty™, who like Nesta falls a little more into the RBF category but also gains a lot of attention by the absolutely stupid amount of weight she moves for her small stature. She's also the one you never quite know what you'll see doing: she might be deadlifting the weight of two Cassians, or she might be pulling some calisthenics in the corner. Nobody knows much about her. Nobody asks. Has been witnessed talking to Nesta; so far the only time the regulars have seen the former smile.

Mor: Bold Gear Girl. She has no fear when it comes to her wardrobe and will wear anything from unforgiving red leggings, to a bodysuit, to a one-strap sports bra. She knows she looks good and isn't afraid to flaunt what she's got, but she also gets in her zone and can keep up with the best of them in just about any type of exercise. She likes taking classes with others and absolutely kills it in Zumba, but she'll just as easily kill it in kickboxing. Also much stronger than her feminine, curvy frame gives away. When that belt goes on (and it's definitely pink), it's game time.

Rhys: Despite being called "out of shape" by Cassian and Azriel, Rhys is anything but. Like Feyre, he tends to not stand out too much aside from his looks and presence, but definitely still gets noticed for his beauty and sensuality by all the women (and a few men). Definitely dressed head-to-toe in name brand gear that fits his body beautifully to the point of being sinful. The Pretty One™ that's caused at least one gym girlie to walk into a wall or trip over something while trying to watch him. Often shows up with Feyre even though they separate to do their own thing. Has big Married Man and Loyal energy. Wears his wedding ring through every single workout. Silently judges really bad gym 'fits with Feyre. The old ladies who work out there are convinced he's the guy from their sexy billionaire romance novels and they absolutely talk fantasies about him over lunch afterwards.

Cassian: The Fit Pro™. The Trainer, unofficial or otherwise who has the training and education to know exactly how to train his body and others' to maximize both efficiency and benefits. This man is Strong™. He's also built a social media following and has accidentally become something like an influencer because of his funny, easygoing personality and wicked smile. May or may not be hypped up on pre-workout. He will program the perfect workout to meet his friends' goals but is also excellent at improvising. Always willing to train his friends. Unironically and completely intentionally wearing The Sweatpants™. The only man brave enough to ask Nesta how many reps she has left or crazy enough to do so while grinning. Will not do yoga or Zumba. Is convinced both would cause him irreparable injury. Surprisingly agile and quick with rock climbing despite his size. Cannot be left unsupervised for too long. Is universally loved by all of the old ladies and hugs them. The old men really like him too and like to share "back in my day" stories when they used to lift a lot more weight, too. Got kicked out of Planet Fitness.

Azriel: The Strong and Silent Walking Sin™, who always has his headphones on, is always wearing all black, and considers muscle-up ring dips a normal part of his warm-up. This man shows up in layers of black gym gear and is peak V-shape aesthetic, with the kind of shoulder-waist ratio that makes other guys simultaneously jealous and question their sexuality. Nobody knows much of anything about him, but he never misses a workout and he's too many people's gym crush. When that hoodie/pump cover comes off, it's all over. Hits the mat with MMA guys or Cassian on occasion and forces a submission with the former fast. He always knows more about you than you know about him and has probably somehow overheard every conversation you never wanted him to.

Lucien: Simultaneously the Endurance Guy™ and the Social Butterfly™ with a well-rounded, smart training plan. Sure, he's not as big as Cassian or as intense as Azriel, but he's also no slouch when it comes to strength training and is regularly underestimated in it despite his strong, fit body. King of bodyweight exercises with crazy stamina. He's the guy who will overlap you ten times over on the track without breaking a sweat while you're dying. He isn't as quickly noticed when he walks in, but the ones who notice him do so thoroughly. Aesthetics are his middle name. Will kick your ass in a Spartan--only Azriel and Cassian can really compete with him there. Lucien's top of the line in terms of speed and overall agility. Knows everybody's business, but keeps it to himself. Will tease you a little, but will also help you out if you have a question. Likes to wrap things up by lounging by the pool during the warm seasons. Seems like he's spent a lot of time outdoors. Can also handle the rock wall and bouldering like a pro. The old ladies absolutely adore him and keep trying to set him up with their granddaughters.

Tamlin: Pretty, But Distant. Tamlin keeps to himself and focuses mostly on strength training through weightlifting. He's strong as hell but isn't necessarily pushing himself too hard for a new PR. Never asks for a spotter and takes a few seconds too many switching through songs on his playlist. He does genuinely look good, but currently isn't putting off the vibe of someone you could get close to. Not quite getting those revenge reps from his messy breakup in yet, but he's getting there. Raises an eyebrow and stares at grunters with a look of mild annoyance, then ends up moving far more weight with ease and in silence. Unclear if this is out of pettiness or not (but it's low-key funny af).

Ianthe: The Influencer™ with a full face of makeup, a one-strapped sports bra, and the up-the-ass bike shorts trying to get the perfect selfie. Is sitting on the equipment far too long and is starting to annoy people. Spends more time finding the perfect lighting, walking around the gym trying to pick up men, and somehow always being at the front of the weight room doing hip thrusts or bent-over rows with 2 lb. dumbbells. Makes eye contact on the hip abductor.

Jurian: Slightly loud and a little competitive, but also can usually back up his talk and what he's able to accomplish. This guy occasionally disappears at random, but is overall consistent and somehow knows everybody's business (and will bring it up). Probably the one grunting at the same amount of weight Amren's deadlifting.

Tarquin: The Fish™. This man is in the pool at 5:00 a.m. every day and swims a number of laps so smoothly and quickly that Ryan Lochte is nearly able to construct a coherent sentence. When he's not in the pool, he's quietly drifting around the weight room and resistance machines. King of the lat pull-downs. He's pretty sensible overall and doesn't stand out too much outside of the pool even though he looks amazing. Also a popular choice among the old lady crowd. Had to kick Cassian out of Planet Fitness.

Varian: Amren's shadow and designated spotter even though she doesn't need one. Nobody's entirely sure what he does. He kind of just hangs out.

Helion: Gym Daddy™. Helion brings as much knowledge to the floor as he brings swagger. It's hard not to notice him and he's strong af, but somehow makes everything he does look easy and like he's not even trying. Has definitely messed with Cassian at one point or another by "easily" moving a close-to-max weight while carrying on a conversation. Somehow makes everything look slightly sexual even if unintentionally. Keeps thorough records of his training sessions and almost always has a small notebook or notepad with him to do so.

Thesan: The Machines Guy. Thesan likes a workout where he can focus and get into his own zone, and he likes to do so a bit more quietly and on his own time. He's not competitive. He's just here for his health, but is polite if approached. He's fit but isn't the heavy lifter or endurance guy that some of the others are. Pretty generally well-liked; isn't sure how to answer the sweet old ladies' comments about them "having a granddaughter!" for him but is polite about it anyway.

Sorry, I don't know Eris, Emerie, Vassa, etc. enough yet to include them, so feel free to add on!

[imaginesmai]

Your name on my body - modern!Azriel

Beautiful and amazing @thehighladywrites posted this INCREDIBLE idea and I had to try it. I've never written a modern!acotar AU, a college!acotar AU or nerdy-tattooed!Azriel. I haven't written bimbo!reader, and since English is not my first language, I don't know if I have done it right. I enjoyed this sooooo much, let me know if you want more or have some requests!

Extra points for whoever gets the crescent city saga reference!

Plot: nerd-tattooed!Azriel gets a tattoo with your name and it leads to smutty time.

Warnings: porn and porn and Azriel being freaky and porn with just an inch of plot. This is dirty.

The door of the apartment closed behind your back and you were met with an empty living room. You usually didn’t come in unannounced, because Azriel’s shared apartment always had some type of surprise. But your boyfriend had asked you to do so, and to use the spare key he had given you a while ago.

Azriel had been studying for his finals for weeks, and had finally finished them. Instead of going out to celebrate like you had, he had stayed in with his friends. You hadn’t seen each other too much, apart from the long hours in the library where he tried to help you with your exams – and you didn’t count those hours, since you did nothing more than stare at him.

The apartment, as expected, was trashed. There were beer bottles in the ground, suspicious stains in the carpet and a very naked Cassian sleeping in the couch. You had just barely gotten out of your hangover, and Azriel’s roommate was about to start his.

Through all the chaos, you were certain none of it belonged to Azriel. He liked to party, sure, but not hard and long as you. He preferred to stay quiet and observe, with a drink that lasted him the whole night. You were trying to remember if the heel that poked through the back of the couch was from your friend when you heard him coming.

“This way, princess”

His deep, morning voice made you turn around and stumble to his presence. Like a serpent caught in a sweet melody, you were always pulled towards him. Azriel was wearing a grey t-shirt and black shorts, that fit him like a globe. Dark glasses and disheveled hair. And lots of tattoos that you had traced previously with your fingers and tongue.

“Hey, handsome” you greeted him, not hiding your bright smile. “Got your text this morning. What were you doing up so early?”

“Hit the gym before breakfast. Not all of us are hangover”

“Tell that to the other half of the campus or your roommates. Rhysand spent the night with Feyre in the rooftop”

Your roommate hadn’t appeared last night, and you had found a very cryptic text that morning that led you to the rooftop – where both her and Rhysand were fast asleep with the bottle still uncorked.

As soon as you were within reach, Azriel pulled you closer by your waist and smashed his lips against yours. He tasted like coffee and mint, and erased any trace of drunkenness from last night. You tangled your manicured fingers between his locks, shamefully scratching the nape of his neck with your long nails.

They differed from Azriel’s bitten ones. Your short dress from his baggy clothes, and your dyed hair from his untamed ones. While you liked to shine in the public, to dress up and party, Azriel preferred to be quiet, thrift clothes and study. To the campus, you were the bimbo, and he was the nerd.

But you were his bimbo and he was your nerd.

“How was the party?” Azriel asked between kisses, his lips not staying for too long on yours.

“Good. Missed you” you almost whined when he pulled back too soon, and he chuckled.

“Missed you too. Did you have fun?”

You hummed as his hands lowered until they cupped the edge of your ass. The dress was short enough he could pull it up until anyone could see your panties, but neither of you cared. He had to lean down to do so, and you took advantage to deepen the kiss.

On the outside, Azriel might have looked like the shy, nerdy student, but he was freaky. You had been surprised when a hook-up with your assigned tutor turned out in the best night of your life, and there was nothing that could unhook you from him.

His hands were big enough to squeeze most of your ass, kneading it just like you loved it. Roughly, you were pushed into his body. Azriel was always semi-hard when you came to view, and you always took care of choosing the shortest and most provocative dress in his presence.

Few things were better than a good night out and a good morning fucking.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. Can I take you to my room?”

“You don’t have to ask”

But he did, breaking away your heated kiss. Azriel pushed the bridge of his glasses up and gave you a crooked smile, offering you his hand. You gladly took it and let him guide you to his room. The farthest, the darkest, but also the neatest. Azriel spent a good part of his time in there, and you loved it. He had incorporated you slowly in it, from the spare clothes in his closet for you to the stupid crafts you did together when you were bored.

“And what did you do last night? Started studying for the next semester?” you teased him, and he gave you a sideway look.

“I could, but I was busy with Mor”

“What were you doing with Mor?”

Your frown was instant, as the jealousy that rose to your chest. Morrighan was his friend, and you respected that, but you knew he had liked her in the past. That the woman was gorgeous, brilliant and smart in ways you didn’t complement Azriel. You liked her enough to be kind and maybe envious, but the notice of her with Azriel left you with a sour taste in the mouth.

Azriel chuckled at the edge of your tone and didn’t answer. If anyone had reasons to be jealous, was him, yet he never was. You had quite the reputation in college, and dressed to impress. More than once, you had been walking with Azriel and received not so subtle glances. You had even gotten the barista’s number when you asked for his order. And through all of that, Azriel had just shrugged and told you he trusted you.

So, for his sake, you tried to do the same.

During the longest seconds in your life, you were quiet. You sat on his bed and crossed your arms across your chest. Azriel closed the door behind him, just as you heard the first groan from his roommate, and turned around so he could face you.

The height difference, the size difference, warmed you in every place of your body. Azriel loved the gym just as he loved his books, and there was not a part of his body that he didn’t work. You liked the difference, liked his big form and how it towered over you even standing. As you sat in silence, you bit the inside of your cheek to control yourself.

“We went to the tattoo parlor, since she knows the owner. I wanted something done” he watched your frown with diversion, and continued when you said nothing. “So, you can be jealous of her, who has a girlfriend now, but I’m supposed to be fine with guys drooling over you last night?”

“I didn’t look at them”

“I didn’t look at her” he answered back, and took off his tee.

The sleeveless piece of cloth didn’t hide much, but you still lost your breath when it hit the ground. His muscled, tattooed chest came to view, and that was enough to make you get up. It wasn’t Mor’s lips that had left marks two nights ago on his left shoulder, or who had bitten his pierced nipple until he had come into his pants in the library’s bathroom.

It was you who had caused the tent in his pant, that caused his eyes to darken when you stepped closer. You placed your hand over his right thigh, the muscles tightening underneath. His boner hit your stomach and you pushed yourself against it, opening your mouth to apologize, or maybe to suck the life out of him.

“Don’t you want to know what I got?” he asked, sounding on edge.

“I don’t understand half of your tattoos. Whatever you got is hot and perfect, just like you”

“Look down, princess” Azriel groaned when your nail touched his dick.

“On my knees?”

You were ready to do so, or let him bend you over the table. He could do with your body as he pleased, but you were caught off guard when you noticed the reddish, new ink wrapped in invisible paper. It looked delicate against the rest of his tattoos, new and beautiful. Right between his hips, where the dark trail of dark hair had just been removed, was a new tattoo.

In his v-line, that you licked and adored and stared at so much. With the nickname he had gifted you since he met you and the stupid, childless heart you drew on every notebook of his.

Princess ♡

Your breath came out shaky as you traced the letters with your finger. If it wasn’t for the make-up, you had so carefully put on that morning with a killing headache, you would have burst into tears. His own hand covered yours and helped you trace the missing letters, and the heart.

It should have been distracting to look at it while his dick demanded your attention inches lower, but you couldn’t look away. Not when you felt a hard clench on your heart that left you lightheaded.

“Do you like it?” it was a whisper in the dark room, a spark of doubt that made you look up.

How could you not like it, not like anything about such a perfect man? You nodded enthusiastically, your other hand searching blindly for his.

“Why did you get that?”

“Because I love you, and I want to carry you with me always” Azriel’s eyes were kind, and soft, and loving – and they were making you dizzy with desire.

“Did it hurt too much?” you asked, looking down again at the tattoo. You, who had smooth and unmarked skin, couldn’t phantom the pain of a nursing needle to draw blood. “It must have”

“Worth every second. Lay in bed, princess. I need to be between your legs”

He didn’t let you take the initiative and threw you on his bed with a quick move. Azriel towered over you for a second before kneeling between your already open, wide legs, and leaving his glasses on the. He smirked with no doubts as he pulled the hem of your dress over your panties. His fingers were rough, pressing hard enough to leave red marks on its way.

You only bit your lower lip when he rose your dress to your waist and sneaked his hand beneath, the edge of his fingers pressing over your breasts.

With the idea of that outcome, you hadn’t bothered with a bra, and his eyes darkened even more at the discovery. You watched his throat work around the new information as he rose his body higher, now covering your breasts with his hands. He squeezed them, keeping them trapped in his palms as he lowered where you needed him.

“I’m gonna erase all those looks from last night” he promised, hands retreating following your curved. “Whose got you this wet, hm?”

“Azzie, don’t be mean”

Azriel was in your hands the moment his nickname fell from your lips, and at your mercy when you used that whiney, flirty tone. He didn’t even bother taking off your panties – he tore them off. Like a sheet of paper, like a piece of cake. You moaned his name, and it came out like a yelp when he dug in without reservations.

His tongue was feral as he licked a long stripe between your entrance to your clit. He pressed it against your clit and actually trapped it between his teeth for a moment. The barrier between pain and pleasure was hard to tell when he snuck his hands under your ass and lifted you a few inches for him to devour.

“Love this so much” you spoke with a content smile, as he massaged your ass in silent appreciation. “Love you”

One of your hands reached to his hair, pushing his face closer to your center. He agreed and pushed one finger inside you. Your mind emptied when he began pumping it in and out, curling it just in the right spot before pulling out and replacing it with his tongue.

Cassian pounded on the wall and yelled at you to be quiet, and Azriel pounded back harder as a fuck you response. You didn’t have it in you to care about him as Azriel pulled you closer by the ass, your legs laying boneless against his wide back.

His nose brushed your clit, up and down, and you weren’t sure he could breathe from how passionate and hard he was eating you out. You called his name wordlessly, your mouth emitting only broken noises.

“So good for me, princess. My beautiful princess” his voice was guttural, so primal it made you lock his head between your legs. “Give me one, come on. Give me the first one so I can wreck you from behind”

“That sounds clinically dangerous!”

Azriel growled against your clit and parted your folds with his chin. He ran his lips through all of them, and by the time he pushed his finger back in, you were cumming on his face and screaming so loud his name you could have woken up the rest of the campus. He caressed your lower regions as you came down from your high, accompanying your orgasm with lazy, long stripes through your folds.

When Azriel came back up, his chin and mouth bright from your juices and his hair sticking in every direction, you were already ready for round two. He didn’t need to be told, and he rose leaving a trail of bites up your body.

He briefly stopped to leave two twin marks between your breasts, so round and perfect and purple you were squirming under him again.

“Azzie” it had been the only word you were capable of saying, and your mind cleared down for a second

“Was that good? Worthy princess treatment after a night out?” Azriel asked, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“Perfect”

You hugged his back as he pulled himself above you, and your nails left angry, red marks across his lower waist. You pulled the band of his sport shorts and underwear down, and squeezed his hard ass just like he had been doing to yours. His dick sprung free with little effort, and he rubbed himself against your side as you caught your breath.

It wasn’t a one-time thing with Azriel, and you heard Cassian muttering about calling 911 before turning on the music. It took Azriel at least three of your orgasm to be content, and he could cum another three before he let you go. He always stopped, for your sake, when your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore and you had tears ruining your perfect make-up.

Few things turned him more on than being the cause of that ruined make-up.

Before he could empty your mind again, you quickly brought up the only coherent thought that kept pounding your head.

“I want your name too. On me”

“A tattoo?” he raised a brow.

Azriel didn’t stop rubbing himself slowly but tightly against your thigh. His hand was over your sore cunt, in a possessive manor he only showed inside the bedroom. At your petition, he pressed his finger tighter.

“Here. Between my breasts, with your name” you quickly explained. “I want Azzie between my breasts, so each time someone looks at me, he knows these are yours”

“You are mine”

None of your relationships had lasted as long or had been as deep. You were the type of girl who would have his ex-name tattooed, but truth was you were wary of tattoos, and Azriel knew that. He had tried to get you into a simple one, something he could draw for you and hold your hand through it.

His body was a map of ink and drawings, some of them goofy and some of them deep. He liked your innocent, smooth skin, but he found himself breathing harder at the thought of his name on your chest. Thinking of how many kisses, how many marks he would leave there every given moment.

Azriel recalled not a month ago pulling down your cleavage between classes to kiss your nipples sore, the hand he always sneaked to unclasp your bra and touch you beneath the lace. His name, the nickname that brought him to his knees, decorating that skin.

“Are you sure?” he didn’t want to get his hopes up, not when he was ready to tattoo you himself right then and there. With Cassian playing loud classical music in the next room.

“And a crown drawn by you on the top” you rose a teasing eyebrow at his lack of movement, given the discussion for finished. “Are you going to wreck me from behind or do I have to ask Cassian for help?”

Azriel broke into a loud laugh before smacking your cunt loudly, then manhandling you around. With his left arm holding you by your waist, he pressed himself against your back. His dick brushed all the right spots between your bodies, but your hands were trapped under you and you couldn’t touch him.

Complaining would only make him take out those beautiful handcuffs you knew he owned so you only bit your lip and whined like the good girl you were for him.

“I’m gonna tattoo my name between your breasts, if that’s what you want” he whispered against your ear, his other hand appearing around your throat. “I love you so much, princess. So fucking much”

Azriel squeezed your throat at the same time he entered you with a rough, only thrust. It avoided the moan that died in your chest, that had you rolling back your eyes in pleasure. It didn’t stop Azriel from moaning your name out loud, loud enough for Cassian to turn up the stupid music.

The headboard banged against the wall and his glasses fell to the ground, as he left you no room to breathe, to recover. Maybe he had managed to shut you down, but he was doing nothing about his own sounds. You were vaguely aware of Cassian slamming the door of the apartment after screaming some profanities, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

Not when Azriel seemed to be trying to tattoo his name deep into your body and soul.

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[azsazz]

Hiii 👋 just wanted to say I adore your writing ☺️ I always get so happy when I see you’ve written something new 😁

I was curious to ask, what are some of your favourite modern AU jobs/roles for the bat boys (whether you’ve written about them or not)? Or just any ACOTAR characters?

CEO Rhys has been done a lot, but for good reason, it’s so perfect. He almost has to be effortlessly rich and/or in some position of power, like a prince, or a mafia boss.💰 I also kinda like to imagine him as a nepo baby set to take over his father’s company, but he breaks away or gets cut off, so with his very little actual job experience (as he was all set to inherit), he gets a barista job at a lil coffee shop. ☕️

Cass would definitely suit something physical, like an ice hockey player, or a firefighter, or a personal trainer. I could so see him being a gym teacher as well, imagine him coaching a kids ice hockey team. 💪🏽 He would SO volunteer to be a nude model in life drawing classes in his free time 😆 Though I hadn’t considered it before I read your stuff, I think he really fits a small town rancher too. I can so picture him in jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt, driving around in an old rusty faded red truck 👨‍🌾

Az could easily be in the FBI or something, but choosing something further away from his canon role, I seriously think he’d be an awkward computer programmer / software engineer nerd, or a twitch gamer, 👨🏻‍💻 with a secret anonymous OnlyFans or erotic audio patreon on the side. 😏 And I reckon he’d ride a motorcycle and tinker with it in his spare time, so might also enjoy working at a garage. 🏍️ I really love him in Midnight Muse, and think he suits a shy amateur artist / tattoo artist as well.

I also love the bat boy band idea I’ve seen a lot recently, where Rhys is the charismatic lead singer and guitarist, Az is the quiet songwriting bassist, and Cass is the energetic drummer. 🎶

Sorry it’s so long, I just love thinking about this stuff 😄

Hiiii!! Thank you so so much! I saw this message this morning but wanted to wait until I could give it my full attention and have my computer around, so thank you for your patience! 💙

Okay, some of my favorite AUs for the batboys? This is a wonderful question!

Rhys: Normally, I just think of Rhys as always having some sort of money/job inherited. So CEO, mafia, anything that puts him in a position of power, really, but i think it's mostly because those just reflect the books.

I do, however, love love love art school rhys. painter rhys. working at the local art supply degenerate rhys who still has wealthy parents but is trying to stick it to the man rhys. steals erasers and petty things from the art supply rhys. love him so much.

There's also something to be said about young adult rhys who's messing around with his little sister's best friend rhys. he gets me going too.

also captain of the hockey team rhys is a solid choice for him as well.

Cass: LOVE ME SOME RANCHER/COWBOY/SMALL TOWN CASSIAN. but, these are all very different. small town cass doesn't trust women, heart broken at a young age with the girl he thought was his forever. doesn't want to leave town, likes the ranch because its safe and its what he knows. cowboy cass or bull rider cassian, famous for breaking horses and backs. grumpy, gruff rancher cassian always gets me going tbh he's fucking hot as shit

i also always see him in a blue collar role like a mechanic or welder are the two i mostly attribute to him.

def something physical as well, we love hockey cass, rugby cass, wrestler (wwe lol) cass, dang i had another on my mind for sports cass but i forgot. sad. OH surfer cassian. jock type tho i can see him as. love the firefighter vibe for him too, he'd fill out the tight fire department t-shirt WELL LADIES and also volunteers for wet t-shirt contests. omg gym teach cass would be adorable as hell! oof another thought, contractor cassian ffs that would be so yummy

Az: Az i agree fits the FBI (stalker) vibes. i also like to think of him in finance or computer science too. omfg the erotic audio that's iconic and i'd def subscribe to that. hmmm what else could i see azzy doing...maybe something with music or writing...i could see him being a ghost writer of some sort and then one day his song plays on the radio and he's like hey i wrote that and literally no one believes him. something behind the scenes or where he can go unnoticed is mostly where i place him, tbh. honestly maybe even something military because he takes comfort in having a set schedule and people telling him what to do at every minute of the day. he'd fare well i think. perfect. operative because if the mission goes south and he gets captured he's not telling a soul anything.

Eris: idk why this thought came to my head but i was thinking about architecture but i think eris would be a fantastic interior designer lol. like i could see it. maybe i was just thinking about him furnishing az's new place and having a lil sparky. i could also see him as a lawyer too or something like that, something where he can be the know-it-all, smirking at them and looking down his nose at them...

Lucien: Architecture for sure. or professor. I could see him doing either of these. maybe even lawyer tbh, he would be good at that too, though i know he's immaculate at twisting stories and words so you gotta be careful of that.

Tamlin: poet? lol. professional gaslighter? jk i love tammy. maybe he installs security systems? haha just kidding just kidding. he's a tough one tho. idk why i added him but i guess also a musician but low-key soothing music, instrumental for sure...prob has a podcast where he just bullshits all day

hopefully i didn't rant for too long about this 🤭💙 this was so much fun though thank you for asking!

[acotarmemes]

ACOTAR tweets + headcanon // OBGYM

This is less of a meme and more of a headcanon for the Twitter AU. It's been on my mind for a while; I really wanted to do something with the Valkyries (and to explain their absence on Twitter). They've been working hard to get this off the ground.

I haven't actually thought of the Illyrian culture for this AU, so I'm just going with whatever SJM did for them. I do wish it had more depth/nuance, but I'll save that for fics 🙂

I believe that Nesta would have busted her ass and used her position of privilege to get the support/financial backing for this idea.

OBGYM -- the branding is meant to deter ignorant males who think 'ew, female private parts'. The branding/pun actually came from Cassian who's really good at making gym puns (as you'll see in the tweets below).

The gym is a front for a women's shelter. Politically, I imagine that Rhysand can't openly do something like this without risking losing his army, but I've always imagined him as cunning so he would absolutely help Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn to get this going. If any of the Illyrian lords question him, he says his hands are tied as this is a private institution + I'm sure he would have worked out a good deal in terms of money going back into Windhaven so it makes it hard for the War Lords to complain because idk capitalism? Idk how it works dude, I don't think Windhaven has formal permits and all that.

The seven donors are the High Lords, naturally. Eris, yet again, swooping in on behalf of Beron who wouldn't care about this shit so the donation was from his personal funds on behalf of Autumn which is why Autumn is not listed as open for visiting. Winter is not included even though Vivienne pushed hard for this, I always imagined Kallias has struggling to be open again after UTM (or in this AU, some type of trauma). They will soon, though! Vivienne is currently working on opening a sister OBGYM in Winter Court.

Part of the donations includes clothes from other courts.

I also want Mor to open an OBGYM in Hewn City, too. After she becomes Mayor, ofc. Another reason why she's got no time to tweet 😂

The "protein/snack" bar is actually a full kitchen.

How else do you move an army into a politically tricky situation? THEY'RE JUST WORKING OUT, BRO 💯

Vela-LIFT (a pun on Velaris hehe) is opening their gym exactly at the same time as OBGYM, if not earlier.

Cassian's army has a lot of Illyrians who moved from serving their War Lords to working with Cassian directly; sharing the same mindframe as their general, I feel like Cassian's Illyrian soldiers would go above and beyond to help protect OBGYM from those who disagree.

The outdoor gym is specifically so Cassian's longtime members can keep an eye on OBGYM, hopefully making Illyrian women who come and go feel safe that there are trusted, vetted males (by the Valkyries) nearby. Anyone tries to mess with OBGYM? Well, they're about to find out how easily a 45lbs plate can be thrown like a frisbee at a head 😂

This may be one of my super far off canon headcanons, but as a gymrat, in my experience, the largest, scariest dudes at the gym are always the nicest. Maybe not the brightest--I had to steer a guy into the correct changing room this morning, he was so lost it was sweet--but super kind. This is the perspective I'm approaching this with, SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR CASSIAN'S GYM MOTIVATIONS 🔥

If you have any questions, or headcanons you'd like to know about (or my Twitter AU version of them), feel free to jump into my ask box.

If this wasn't for you, that's okay, the Twitter AU exists in multiple shapes and forms, as you've seen from the different ships happening at once 😂

cassian's icon is by @copypastus

[highlordofkrypton]

ACOTAR headcanons // (au) cassian

I feel like I need to put a disclaimer before my favs on here block me for being a cassian!girlie, BUT I'M NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS I SWEAR 😂😂😂 PLS LOVE ME ANYWAY I HAVE THE BRAINWORMS RN BEAR WITH ME

That said, I don't think I have much Cassian content to post aside from this (until Cassian week).

Anyway, this is in regards to my au!cassian, also known as Wildflowers!Cassian (my canon-divergent prequel fic), also ALSO known as Mathian (mathi!cassian -- shout out to @wingsdippedingold for the name I love it, I'm adopting it his full name is Cassian Mathian the first of his name, general of the night court, etc etc.).

The Tamlin x Cassian besties brainworms have taken a hold of me so, I've stopped fighting it.

ABOUT MATHI'S CASSIAN

uses 'bro' way too much.

imagines the mating bond to be something akin (but not as good) as having the perfect gym bro who spots you and supports you when you're trying to hit a PR

mental health adage: pain without gains is a no-no. it means that you should not be suffering pointlessly, and will encourage you to address ur problems so you can have MENTAL GAINS too.

values truth and justice, would fight his own people for doing the wrong thing; case in point, he was horrified at Rhys' misuse of his daemati abilities.

would never sleep with Mor because he knew Azriel liked her -- that's wrong bro. he would try to find a different way out, maybe 1v1 eris in a fallmart parking lot if it came down to it. i also feel like he's the type of character to make sure that someone's first time is really, really special. he would pull out all the stops to make his partner feel comfortable.

his favourite greeting @ tamlin is a headbutt or tackle. there is no reality where they don't end up wrestling, it's very embarassing to rhys and lucien as the local 'himbo' handlers.

i believe the proper characterization for cassian to be the himbo trifecta: kind, handsome and a lil bit dumb.

10/10 would save kittens from trees, also 10/10 would mistake a tasmanian devil for a cat that needs to be saved and gets scratched the hell out of him

vegetarian ally, he actually tried to start going vegan to support tamlin -- at least, when they're together -- but the unanimous consensus was that for the sake of prythian and its inhabitants, no one should suffer those bean/tofu farts (you might think this is a joke, but i will NOT expand on my tofu experience thanks) and he also thinks being vegetarian is beans only so like guys he's TRYING

it's very important to me that cassian is gray romantic or demi-romantic; i like to imagine that he feels very deeply, which is why he hides it with is silliness, and with his upbringing, it's not very easy to open up his world to anyone. idk, cassian sleeping around doesn't particularly speak to me. take this with a grain of salt, i haven't explored this side of him enough to be definitive.

rhys and azriel are his brothers, tamlin is his best friend in the whole world. rhys and tamlin killing each other's parents and the subsequent rift would have broken his heart, he would have sad puppied the rest of the series if I had any say in it.

i think if not for his bargain w/ rhys, he would have absolutely reached out for tamlin for help when Rhys disappeared (spoilers for my sequel mb???)

he is a super senshi at heart -- sailor mars, specifically, is his fav. he sees himself in her OK.

cassian is short, esp for a fae he's like 5'7"-5'10" at best and its great bc we love a short king

plays pranks on Tamlin the most bc Rhys is a smartass, Azriel is a knowitall, Mor and Lucien just don't believe him, he's scared of Amren and Tamlin always listens

i'm anti-bond in general, so i wouldn't mate him with anyone, but if the vibes are there, the vibes are there.

cassian is the first person outside Tamlin's family to help him do his hair

i think people underestimate the comedic value of cassian toting people around under his arms as a legit travel method. oh, someone isn't showing up? send cassian, he will fetch them for u

cassian did impersonate tamlin for a day in his court bc tamlin/cassian had a bet with everyone else that they AREN'T the same person and they are very, very, very different -- nobody noticed the switch, they just thought tamlin was having a very silly day. cassian even chatted up the local wildlife which... is very tamlin. the only things that did notice were the Green (flora magic) that were very 🙄🙄🙄 at cassian

is anti-tithe bc he doesn't know what it means; he suggested everyone donate a part of their earnings so that they can have a very big savings account to pay for things that affect the collectivity of the court, he is also taking NO NOTES on his brilliant idea nONE

tamlin will never say it, but cassian's birthday gifts are his fav (they r usually really ugly matching shirts with something really dumb on them)

I'll probably expand on this list if I have ideas, but I feel like this gives a decent framework to the type of character when ✨I✨ am referring to him. As a person, I do not live in the canon universe, and I have decided to make a personalized blorbo out of Cassian.

This is also the energy I bring my twitter memes 😂

[aldbooks]

ACOTAR Masterlist

AO3 ALDBooks

ACOTAR 🥀

Like After Images - Valkyrie Week prompt 'Blood Rite' *TW*

Several weeks after the Blood Rite, once the excitement of Nesta's mating ceremony and the birth of Nyx subside, the Valkyrie wade through the aftermath of what they faced in the Blood Rite

The Temporary Roommate - T - 3/3 - 13,951words

ACOTAR Secret Santa 2022 gift Mor's meddling family sends her and Emerie away to her estate for two weeks. It's either the best, or the worst thing that ever happened. She hadn't yet decided.

A Strange Melody - M - 12/12 - 19,752

ACOTAR Secret Santa 2023 gift for @sunshinebingo - a Gwynriel Little Mermaid AU

ACOTAR Writing Circle 3

A Friendly Wager - M - 1/1 - 2,205 words

Gwynriel oneshot fluffy fun - Alternate storyline A Fresh Spark

“Because of you I didn’t sleep at all last night” prompt Gwynriel

“I’m guessing you stole them?” Prompt Gwynriel

Azriel and his mother headcanons

Gwynriel/Kanthony headcanon

The necklace - Angsty Gwynriel

Snap me baby one more time - Nessian 2,175 words

Inspired by all the gym bro thirst traps that keep crossing my FYP that remind me of Cassian. Here's a silly little Nessian one shot with a side Gwynriel and Emorie plot (naturally)

Bodyshop - E - 4/4 - 19,441 words

Inspired by the song Unholy by Sam Smith & Kim Petra Mor and Cassian drag Azriel to Rita's the strip club the partially own with their friend Rhysand to see a new troop of dancers. A trio of women who go by the name Valkyrie.

Don’t you wanna be more than friends? - M - 3,839 words

Azriel and Gwyn have been growing steadily closer thanks to their midnight meetings in the training ring but, tonight, something is different... TW: mentions of SA

“Who says I want to reject it?” - Elucien

Drunk confessions - Elucien

Elucien angsty Drabble & Part 2

More angsty Elucien 

The haircut - Lucien cuts his hair and Elain has feelings about it

Gwynriel/Elucien drabble

Should've Stayed Dead - M - 4,437 words

Nessian (sort of) Lucien receives a message requesting a meeting with the Night Court. Specifically, the Archeron sisters. Cassian's POV

Angsty prompts requests:

Elucien [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11]

Gwynriel [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Lucien/Feyre [1]

Her tears like diamonds on the floor - 1,610words

Angsty Gwynriel Starfall drabble

Embrace - E - 14/? :

Collection of Smut prompt requests including the following ships:

Amren x Varian

Gwynriel

Helion x LoA

Feysand

Elucien

Viviane x Kallias

Jassa

Nessian

Gwynriel week prompts:

Solstice Night

“You’re the new ribbon Az”

To Win a Prince - Cinderella AU

Future Elucien story inspired by Persuasion - The Remembrance of Regret

Rosaline inspired Gwynriel scene

Gwynriel sparring

My Jolly Sailor Bold - Gwynriel mermay

I thought my demons were almost defeated but you took their side and you pulled them to freedom - Gwynriel based on @acourtdelaluna head canon

Moth to Flame - Gwynriel Summer Solstice

Frost and Flame - Pure angst from Lucien's POV, no happy ending

A Court of Light and Shadows series - Elucien/Gwynriel

This series consists of an Elucien prequel then a Gwynriel and Elucien story that run tandem to each other - the directions for the tandem read are in the notes of each respective chapter for those interested

A Breaking - M - 1/1 - 2,899 words

After witnessing the almost kiss on Winter Solstice, Lucien makes a decision.

A Court of Shadows - E - 37/37 - 94,718 words

Azriel has begun to notice that his thoughts regarding a certain priestess have begun to shift. Before he can fully set aside his more inappropriate musings, Gwyn makes a proposal he can't resist

A Court of Light - M - 31/31 - 88,258 words

A year after the events of A Breaking, Elain feels a tug on the bond and realizes her estranged mate is in danger. Lucien, now returned to the Night Court, wonders if he might have been too hasty in his decision to leave, and if there might still be a chance for him with his mate

[romanticatheartt]

Ok hear me out... Has anyone read twisted series by Ana Huang? because I was thinking an ACoTaR x Twisted crossover... but not like a full fanfiction just a description (?) of what it can be cuz I can't write for the life of me (I can't write in my mother language let alone in another one!)

Twisted Love x Elucien Twisted Game x Gwynriel Twisted Hate x Nessian Twisted Lies x Feysand

What do we think?

I mean Twisted Love is my least favorite of all the books (like very least) so I have to change many things of it to fit Elain and Lucien. Lucien is going to be so sassy and cocky (not like Alex who has a personality of a rock) and Elain is still a florist but ALSO a photographer. I'm pretty sure a modern AU Elain would be a great photographer as well!!

Twisted Games is my favorite out of all of them if I'm being honest. So Gwyn is a princess who likes to sing sometimes. She has a sister who's is about to be the future queen but is she? (yeah we're not killing Catrin in fact we give her a wife!!) and Azriel is her bodyguard.

Twisted Hate is my second Favorite and also the first book I read from this series (don't ask why I did that lmao). I always see Nesta in a modern au as lawyer!! She's studying and getting ready to become a lawyer. And Cassian is a sports massage therapist and a gym owner and happens to be her colleague and her trainer... he's a menace of course!!

Twisted Lies... well let me tell you the only reason I didn't liked this book as much as I wanted to, is Christian being so much like Alex but I liked the story in general and you can't tell me Stella and Christian doesn't give of Feysand vibes... Feyre has a art therapy degree and her dream is to open an studio but she's also a blogger on social media and tries to save money from their earnings but she has difficulty to reach a decent engagement. She also has a crazy stalker of an ex boyfriend that she still hasn't manged to get rid of (which is Tam/in). Rhysand is her landlord of the most secure apartment (she used to share it with Ressina, but now she's alone), and he's accepting the payment of her rent, which is way lower than the original price because she happens to be Nesta's sister who is his SIL and also Cassian's and Mor's BFF and you have to believe him that these are his only reasons... He has a security company and does other things as well... (and it's not illegal at all)

I mean as I go I'll defiantly add to the plot of each couple. But I'll start with Gwynriel because Twisted game was almost without any connection to the other books (and I love that book the most... and Gwynriel week is near) and from what I have in mind each one is going to be long lol

Lucien is a billionaire... cuz why not? Bat boys are adoptive brothers (Rhys' mother adopted Cass and Az) Azriel works for Rhysand but Cassian took a different road as you can see. Archeron sisters have a shaky relationship specially after their mother's death. Valkyries are bffs and went to collage together. Feyre, my baby, will go through it here as well. I'm not sure if I should keep Rhys' sister and mother alive and kill his father or kill them all... we'll see hehe

[vvarriorheart]

muse: Cassian (ACOTAR) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: modern-day London AU open to: multifandom, ocs, whatever! triggers: swearing

For the most part, Cassian had settled in as well as he possibly could in this mostly human world. He liked his job at the gym, even if it wasn’t quite training armies of Illyrians or Valkyries. There was always satisfaction in watching his students improve. It hadn’t escaped his notice that he'd been here for a year without any word or sign from Prythian. He knew the rest of the Night Court would be doing everything they could to find him, and that was… troubling, given their considerable powers. He worried less about that than about leaving his family down some of its defenders with another possible war brewing. But no matter what magic he threw at the barrier or how often he searched it for weaknesses, he was stuck in this strange, human city.

It was by no means a busy time of day at the gym, and that meant he had time to fight with the Alexa. And the famed Illyrian General of the Night Court was losing. Some of the human technology here was cool, and some of it had a learning curve. “Is it too much to ask to get something besides sad bastard music in here? Alexa, play something that isn’t gloomy as fuck.” Her cool, vapid voice answered *sorry, I don’t know that one*, and he snarled, black, membranous wings flexing on his back in irritation.

They curled above his head, tipped with sharp talons at the apex. To say that he stood out from the human population of London was a bit of an understatement, but there was no way of hiding them, even if he’d wanted to. The odd thing was the way ordinary people there didn't seem to see them at all. They reacted the same way to the masked weirdos running around at night with shields and bows--which was to say, no reaction. It was a kind of magic he'd never seen before, if indeed it was magic at all.

[writingsbychlo]

what kind of professions do you think the bat boys would have in a modern!au of ACOTAR?

az is a bounty hunter private investigator

cass runs and owns a boxing gym

rhys is the CEO of his own company

these are all pulled directly from L&OW :)

[animezinglife]

The Challenger

A short-and-sweet/silly one shot for @gwynweekofficial (Day 6: Alternate Universe). Gwyn-centric. Girl power. Azriel looks fine.

Genre: Short One Shot/Modern AU/Gym AU. Note: This won't be everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to have a little fun with it. I do plan to explore more Gwynriel ideas in the future that fall more into the canon compliant realm. Trigger warning: Past SA is not outwardly mentioned, but it is briefly alluded to. Terms used: PR (personal record), Carynthian (used in this AU as a name of an obstacle race/think Spartan races)

Gwyn had grown to love her training routine. It quieted her mind in ways even her work as a librarian could not, and physically, she felt the best she had in a long time. She’d even grown more comfortable in how she moved; how she looked. She was often careful not to think about the way she looked in terms of beauty; more intentional still to not dwell on or give power to any aspects of herself that cast doubt.

But Gwyn had decided strength looked good on her.

She tugged the extra clean, baggy t-shirt she kept in her locker back over her sports bra and grabbed her bag and keys, rounding the corner and pausing to give herself one last look in the mirror. She glistened with sweat. The copper hair she’d swept into a low ponytail before her workout gleamed and stuck to her head beneath her cap. And the pants Nesta had talked her into? 

Well. Those looked better in action than they had in the store. 

Even if he did spend a bit more time than necessary making eyes at Nesta in their group training session, Cassian knew what he was doing when it came to getting them into shape. Their workouts had enhanced her frame with lean muscle, and she felt comfortable--more confident, even--in all they allowed her to do.

Turning as the corners of her lips twitched upwards, her mind wandering as the song switched through her earbuds to an upbeat, girl-powered pop song. She hummed along with it as she exited the locker room, passing the water fountain and making her way onto the floor. Her eyes drifted to the figures in the weight room–almost all of them men, though she’d gradually grown more comfortable frequenting the place even without Cassian’s presence. And while there had been the occasional curious look that drifted her way, no one ever bothered her there. She hoped it would remain that way. 

Though it helped, too, to know someone else was nearby.

Her eyes settled on the form that filled her mind, clad in all black and rubbing his callused hands together. White chalk dusted the jet black of his shirt, and Gwyn followed it to where it landed on his chest, his pecs flexing and eyes focused on the bar in front of him. She slowed her pace, her gaze tracing the lines of his shoulders, back, and narrow waist his t-shirt and joggers did little to conceal. 

She cursed herself internally, wondering if she were being obvious and nonchalantly producing her phone from her bag to scroll through. She turned her music down, her eyes returning to him again as he jumped up to the bar and ascended for one, two, three…

It’d always annoyed Gwyn how much easier pull-ups tended to be for men, but the way Azriel did them–slow on the descent, controlled, and the ease with which he brought his chin over the bar–was mesmerizing. 

Graceful even. Beautiful.

She was no fool. Even when her friends had asked, she hadn’t bothered to lie and admitted she found him attractive. Anyone with eyes could see he was, and trying to dismiss that observation would only spur her friends’ teasing further.

And whether she liked it or not, they were tied together through a memory she preferred not to relive. 

A memory she wished she remembered nothing of at all.

But Azriel had saved her, and as time had passed and she'd worked through her pain, grief, and anger, she'd realized that those gentler gestures he'd managed--beyond beating her assailants beyond recognition--had tethered whatever tiny fragment of hope had remained in her.

That hope had aided her as she'd put in the work to overcome that evil, and had stayed with her when she'd made the decision to not let what had happened define her.

He helped Cassian with their training on occasion and she'd gathered he had experience in doing so–Cassian hadn’t gone into the logistics much beyond them being in the same unit together. She’d never asked Azriel about the specifics of what he still did for a living at his day job, but got the sense that even if she did, he likely wouldn’t say much.

Azriel was by far the quieter of his friends; the more solemn between Cassian and Rhys. 

But she’d seen his smile before–or at least, the small ghost of one and a flicker of something resembling pride in his eyes when she’d set a new PR and both her friends and Cassian had high-fived her and cheered. 

She hadn’t even noticed he’d been watching until then, but the image had lingered long after.

She hoped he wouldn’t mind the way she watched him now: the way his chest moved with the breaths that stayed in perfect sync to his rhythm. The sweat that glistened at the back of his neck, and the ink that disappeared under the sleeves that hugged his arms…

She wondered not for the first time–in the moments she allowed it–how they’d feel around her.

“Gwyn?” 

Gwyn jumped at the sound of Mor’s voice as she snapped her attention to her, the latter raising a curious brow. As she did in everything, Mor looked stunning even dressed for a workout, and it was clear that her attire had meant to leave an impression more than it’d been chosen for practicality. The bright red sports bra and matching biker shorts left little to the imagination, and she wore both well and proudly. Her blonde hair was still curled into waves and pulled back into a strategically messy braid.

“Lost in thought?” Mor continued, her eyes following to where Azriel continued his pull-ups. “Or something else,” she teased, and Gwyn felt a blush threaten to creep to her cheeks and quickly pushed it down. She didn’t know all the details–neither Nesta nor Cassian had ever shared as much, but she’d sensed tension between Mor and Azriel from the moment she’d first seen them together and hadn’t been sure what to make of it. Intuition told her there was history there, but some other part of her–some hidden, indescribable part–nagged at her to learn its nature.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to. Not yet.

Nor had she missed the way Mor had stiffened slightly when she’d seen who Gwyn had been watching. Tension–uncertainty, maybe–those had definitely been the proper words for it. At least she didn't get the feeling of animosity.

She tried not to think too much on why that relieved her.

“He and Cassian are competing against each other at Windhaven next month,” Gwyn told her. “I promised Cassian I’d give him some intel. A leg up on the competition.” It was a terrible lie, and she knew it as soon as it left her mouth.

Mor studied her for a moment, and Gwyn thought she saw the corner of her lips twitch slightly into a smirk. “He asked you to give him intel on someone he’s trained with since childhood? That’s unlike him. I wonder if he’d have another reason.” She studied her for a moment as if waiting for a cue that her point had sunken in, then waved her hand as if it didn’t matter either way.

“Well, if he asks again, remind him it won’t matter. Az is as competitive as it gets, and whatever his times or records are here won’t matter once the gun goes off. He and Cassian have been running obstacle races together since the beginning, and the Windhaven race is nothing compared to the Carynthian. But between us…” Mor leaned in, lowering her voice as though even across the room and with headphones on Azriel could still hear them. “Between us, I’d love to see a new challenger humble him a bit.” 

The smile that crossed Gwyn’s face was real at that. She, Nesta, and Emerie had already decided it, and they planned to test their luck in the Carynthian at the end of the year. The Carynthian was the toughest race in the nation, and the very same where Az, Cassian, and Rhys had made names for themselves. It was a test of endurance and resourcefulness through the Illyrian mountains, with only the most elite athletes crossing the finish line at the top of Mt. Ramiel.

Gwyn was going to complete it. Somehow, some way, she would cross that finish line, and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her.

She and her friends were going to do it together.

“I think they could all use it,” she quipped, feeling a spark of energy and excitement at the challenge before her. “It’ll be payback for all those curtsy squats and burpees they made us do.”

Yet as much as that thought amused her, it was another image that flickered into her mind–one of hazel eyes gleaming with challenge and pride, the ghost of a smile turning to a real one.

She didn’t know why she pictured it. She'd finish this race for herself; to prove to herself that she could. But for whatever reason, the image was clear.

“Good,” Mor replied then, interrupting her thoughts and watching her with a look a bit too close to knowing.

Though what exactly it was Mor knew, Gwyn wasn’t sure. 

"Show those competitors what you're made of. And if for some reason you don't make it up Ramiel..." Mor’s eyes twinkled with mischief, “Well. Tell Cassian and Azriel there will be two spots waiting for them in my Pilates class for the remainder of the year. Front and center.”

“When I do make it." Gwyn grinned. "That's even better motivation."

"It's a deal." Mor smirked and they exchanged their goodbyes. Once the blonde had brushed past her, Gwyn made her way back towards the exit, a new fire lit within her.

Not missing the feeling of two amused, hazel eyes following her.

[melonsfantasyworld]

Fic Masterlist

The fics are all ACOTAR and sorted by pairing, then by date published. Everything I have is available on aO3 under the name mel_0n:

*🌶️= smut (which is almost all of them)

*🔫= incomplete (it's pointed at my head to finish the work)

Gwynriel:

"She's Everything To Me" - Short modern au oneshot 🌶️

"Azriel and Gwyn's Domestic Adventures" - Modern au in which Azriel and Gwyn move in together, play animal crossing, and have domestic bliss 🌶️

"Azriel and Gwyn's Domestic Adventures Pt. 2" - Continuation of the modern au, the couple sees whose going to cave first after banning sex for a week 🌶️

"Keep It Down" - 200 years after the end of ACOSF, Azriel and Gwyn have been indulging in their breeding kink; part 1 in the "Keep It Down" series 🌶️

"The Private Agony" - Azriel returns from the Hewn City with a sore back and wings, Gwyn helps him recover; part 3 in the "Girls and Their Wings" series 🌶️

"Shout It To The Clouds" - Azriel jumps in front of one of his sons, preventing a spell from hitting him, but causing interesting side effects; part 2 in the "Keep It Down" series 🌶️

"Chained To You" - Vampire AU, in which Gwyn is the Vampire and Azriel is the sacrificial virgin 🌶️

"What We Need To Hear" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, exploring the love languages between Gwyn and Az at the beginning of their relationship

"Someone Is Going to Die...Of Fun!" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, Cassian walks in on grumpy Az and sunshine Gwyn making bracelets

"Whispers In My Ear" - Azriel and Gwyn's schedules keep them apart for far too long where Gwyn is concerned; part 3 in the "Keep It Down" series 🌶️

Nessian:

"The Private Pain" - Cassian returns from Illyria with sore wings, and Nesta is there to help take care of him; part 2 of "Girls and Their Wings" series 🌶️

Elucien:

"Heir of Sunlight and Fire" - Multi-Chapter in which Lucien is ordered to leave the Night Court with Elain and go to Day 🔫🌶️ (eventually)

"To Choose Our Own Way" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, Elain realizes she has feelings for Lucien when he announces he's never returning

"Honey That Dick Was 11"" - Short Valentine's Day gift, Elain is at Ladies Night, and the topic shifts towards the males in their lives 🌶️

Azris:

"Care Less More" - Multi-Chapter in which Azriel and Eris have known they were mates for 500 years, spending the entire time antagonizing each other until they don't 🔫🌶️

"Escapism. Vol. 1" - Multi-Chapter modern au in which Azriel and Eris have a fight, leading to an entire family apology tour; part 1 of the "Escapism." series 🌶️

"To Stay In Bed Or To Not Stay In Bed" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, Azriel and Eris are on their honeymoon. Azriel wants to explore while Eris just wants to stay in bed 🌶️

"Escapism. Vol. 2" - Multi-Chapter modern au in which Azriel and Eris have a fight, Azriel gets drunk, calls Eris, and they make up; part 2 of the "Escapism." series 🌶️

"Escapism. Vol. 3" - Multi-Chapter modern au in which Eris finds out something unsavory about Azriel's past, and he doesn't react well; part 3 of the "Escapism." series 🌶️

"And I Know I Should Stop...But I Can't" - One Shot modern au where they aren't anything...but Azriel can't stop running back to Eris 🌶️

"My Immortal" - Azriel and Eris are immortals who come face to face with each other after a century apart 🌶️

Cazriel:

"His Hands On Me" - During their youths, Cassian helps Azriel overcome his ultra sensitivity to touch; part 1 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️

"People We Meet at the Gym" - A meet-cute AU part of SJM Romance Week 2023 where Cassian owns a gym that Azriel frequents

"Did I Mistake You For A Sign From God" - A heavy-metal band au where Cassian is going to die if Azriel doesn't stop touching him on stage 🌶️

Emorie:

"I Want Everything With You" - Part of SJM Romance Week 2023, a series of firsts between Emerie and Mor 🌶️

Multis:

"Everybody Knows" - Azriel/literally everyone. The Inner Circle (minus Mor and Amren) discover that Azriel has been a third to all the mates and decide to do something about it; part 1 of the "Everybody Knows" series 🌶️

"He Likes To Watch Me" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand, Rhysand watches and eventually joins in with Cassian helping Azriel overcome his sensitivity to touch; part 2 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️

"The Private Lesson" - Nessian and Gwynriel, Cassian uses Azriel to demonstrate how to touch Illyrian wings to Gwyn and Nesta; part 1 of "Girls and Their Wings" series 🌶️

"He Likes To Push Me" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand, Rhysand forces Cassian to stop treating Azriel like glass; part 3 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️

"Nobody Knows" - Cassian/Nesta/Azriel, in which the mates invite Azriel to their bed to help him relax; part 2 of the "Everybody Knows" series 🌶️

"Servants of the Night Court" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand/Feyre, in which Cassian and Azriel are faithful servants to their High Lord and Lady, even if they would like some space every now and then 🌶️

"He Fights for Me" - Cassian/Azriel/Rhysand, in which Cassian gets jealous of Azriel flirting with another man at a tavern, and reminds him who he's going home with; part 4 of the "Touching Azriel" series 🌶️

"Somebody Knows" - Azriel/Elain/Lucien, in which Lucien invites Azriel to join him and Elain to cheer him up; part 3 of the "Everybody Knows" series 🌶️

"More Hands Mean Less Work" - Multi-Chapter Nessian and Gwynriel, with chapters dedicated to just Gwynriel; Cassian and Nesta help Azriel and Gwyn overcome their personal hesitancies about sex 🌶️

"The Gray Sweatpants Series" - Each chapter is a different pairing, where one wears gray sweatpants and the other goes feral 🌶️

[moononastring]

ACOTAR AU - Bromance Book Club Edition

As the avid readers of the group, Cassian and Lucien discovered how using romance novels written by women can help them be better significant others when the time comes for them to find their person. Slowly, they start helping their other friends get their heads out of their rear-ends using the best manual there is.

*Inspired by The Bromance Book Club series by Lyssa Kay Adams!

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Book I: Rhys and Feyre are experiencing marital problems they hadn't anticipated and shockingly to all (especially to the two of them), the word divorce is now on the table. They're both distraught when miscommunications and some long-kept secrets are revealed, causing Feyre to need a break from her husband. Rhys is crushed and soon drowning himself in drinks because he messed up and somehow love won't conquer all without putting in the work he didn't realize he needed to do. Rhys is inducted to book club.

Book II: Cassian knows at first glance that Nesta Archeron is the one for him since he met her at Rhys and Feyre's engagement party three years ago. However, neither of them has decided to be anything remotely nice to each other and take verbal sparring to a whole new level. When Cassian catches Nesta in a vulnerable moment and she surprisingly doesn't rip his throat out, Cassian sees his chance and decides to use all that he's learned to show Nesta just how well they would fit together. Teasing him mercilessly, the Bromance book club helps the two of them find their way to each other.

Book III: Bestest of best friends, Azriel and Gwyn's friendship started out as gym buddies that morphed into the ultimate they're in love but they're both idiots trope. His friends have watched Azriel fall head over heels for Gwyn even though Azriel insists they're just best friends. Does he love her? Absolutely. Will he do anything about it? Absolutely not. She is his person. The timing has always been off and what if his feelings mess up their friendship and what if he's a terrible boyfriend and what if this and what if that. In a vulnerable moment, Azriel ends up pushing Gwyn away thinking himself not good enough for anything more than what he’s already lucky to have with her. Wallowing in despair at his moment of stupidity that may or may not have cost him his friendship with Gwyn, the Bromance book club come to the rescue.

Book IV: Lucien and Elain have tiptoed around each other for years. Everyone thinks they'd be a perfect fit together but the pressure of trying to get to know each other with everyone's eyes on them all the time puts a sour taste on any attempts they make for dating. When Elain accidentally drags Lucien into a fake-dating scenario that requires the two of them to pretend they're madly in love, Elain implores Lucien to play along for a month leading up to an event her ex-boyfriend will be attending so she can give Graysen her best 'suck it' face. Lucien decides to pull all the stops and show Elain exactly how excellent boyfriend material he is. The Bromance book club is more than ready to help Elain see just how real Lucien's feelings are for her.

Book V: Jurian and Vassa are constantly at each other's throats even though they want to be deep in kisses. Jurian is rough around the edges, doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, and generally puts his foot in his mouth so often that when Vassa decides that she's tired of waiting for him to do something about it, she asks him out. Jurian is so surprised, his only response is to laugh which promptly shuts down any positive feelings Vassa has towards him, embarrassing her, and ruining something Jurian was dying to have. The Bromance book club helps him come up with a multiple-step plan that involves very emotionally mature activities (paintball being first on the list so she can shoot him as much as she wants) that prove exactly how in love he is with her but he's just an idiot.

Book VI: Eris Vanserra doesn't fall in love. That is just a waste of his time and frankly, he's way too attractive to be tied down to one person. He likes to have one-night stands to have a good time and be on his merry way — working hard, making money, and potentially making his employees cry. This all comes to a full stop when his eyes fall on a beautiful girl he hadn't seen before sitting in his favorite bar. When he approaches her utilizing his usual methods, all she does is give him a dirty look and pour her drink over his head. His heart does a weird spasm after she insults him and walks away, and Eris threats the bartender to give whatever information he has on the girl. Never admitting the Bromance book club was an actual thing before, Eris now has the audacity to demand his brother and his dumb friends help him get the girl. The Bromance book club take extra joy in picking the mushiest things possible for him to do. (Yes, this is about Iris and only Iris. Eiris for life y'all.)

Bonus Novellas:

Kallias x Viviane: High school sweethearts that got married straight out of college, these two are everyone's OTP. When Kallias starts noticing that Viviane is less like herself lately, he starts to wonder what's going on but figures she'll let him know if something isn't right since she always does. He soon figures out that she feels unappreciated and that their relationship is in a rut of routine where nothing exciting happens and that Kallias barely notices her anymore. Crushed by the realization that he's making his wife feel anything less than loved unconditionally, he asks his friends to bring the Bromance magic into his life and rekindle the sparks in his relationship with his favorite person.

Varian x Amren: "No one approaches Amren. She approaches you." is what they all said to Varian but he is a sucker for mean girls who secretly aren't so mean at all. He enlists the Bromance book club to help him win over his ice queen. He likes her as she is, he just wants her to like him too.

Mor x Emerie: Mor, who has never had an issue with falling in love and falling hard, decides to be extra careful when it comes to the stunning and wonderful Emerie. The Bromance delight in giving Mor advice she doesn't need because, as she says, "I am a woman, this is the one time I especially don't need men telling me what to do." Instead, she enlists the help of the Bromance book club sisterhood to give Emerie the grand romance gesture of her dreams.

[theladyofdeath]

For the kids prompt : Elriel and an unexpected pregnancy? Btw I love your blog and works!

Thank you!

I hope you enjoy the fluff.

Ship: Elain x Azriel // ACOTAR

Setting: modern au, Velaris

Warnings: language

Azriel made it home from work before Elain, which didn't happen often. The shop had been quiet that day, though, and he had no appointments, so he closed up early.

Elain, who taught at a local preschool in the city, finished her day at three and, after picking up the messes her children made that day and preparing for the next, Elain typically made it home around four-thirty.

Azriel checked the time as he stepped inside the front door. It was a little after four.

After kicking off his shoes and tossing his keys on the little table in the entryway, he hurried upstairs to take a quick shower before his wife got home. He'd gone to the gym early that morning and didn't have time to use the gym's showers or he'd be late for work. He'd spent his entire day smelling like his body spray, which hadn't seemed to repel anyone who'd come into his shop, but he knew it didn't smell great.

The water was on before he began removing his clothes, allowing it a few minutes to heat up before he stepped onto the cool tile. His socks were first, then his long-sleeved t-shirt, then his jeans, which he meant to toss into the corner where the hamper was, but he missed. After bending down to retrieve it and toss it in it's rightful place, Azriel came up and nailed his forehead on the edge of the cabinet that hung off the wall.

A long string of profanity escaped Azriel's mouth.

Blood began to trickle down his face.

"Shit," he hissed, and reached for a wad of toilet paper. Pressing it firmly to his head, Azriel leaned back against the counter and closed his eyes with a sigh.

After the blood flow began to slow, Azriel turned around and inspected his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, alright, but he didn't think he needed stitches.

He dabbed at the cut a few more times before opening the cabinet beneath the sink and tossing the bloodied paper inside the wastebasket.

As he went to close it, something caught his eye.

He squatted down and reached for the white stick that was peeking out of the trash.

He stood.

He held it up.

In the middle of that white stick were two pink lines.

Azriel froze, and every thought he had ever thought before left his mind. He knew what that meant, but even if he hadn't, a little guide printed on the side of the stick let him know exactly what those two pink lines meant.

Pregnant.

Downstairs, the front door opened and closed.

"Az? I'm home!"

It took Azriel a few delayed seconds for him to remember that he, too, had a voice. "Upstairs!" The word came out as a croak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Upstairs!"

A moment later, Elain appeared. His back was to her as she walked into the room, then the bathroom.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd be-."

Her words faded away. Azriel was certain it was quite the sight she walked in on. Azriel was in his underwear and the shower was going. When he turned around, Elain's eyes widened. Azriel wasn't sure if it was because he was holding a positive pregnancy test or that there was blood, once again, running down his forehead.

He tried to think of something to say, but nothing would come out. Instead, he held up the test and made some sort of comical grunting noise.

Elain laughed quietly as she slowly approached him, took the test from his hand and set it aside. "I just found out this morning. I spent all day trying to think of a cute, creative way to tell you."

Her soft smile faltered as she met the drop of blood trailing down his skin. Azriel felt nothing, though, absolutely no pain, even when Elain pressed another wad of toilet paper to his wound.

"What happened to-."

"You're pregnant?" he breathed, cutting off her question.

Elain's eyes lined with tears as she nodded. He had never seen so much joy in her eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant," Azriel said, a little bit louder. Then, he shouted it for his neighbors to hear. "You're pregnant!"

Elain's laughter filled the house as Azriel picked her up and spun her around. Once he set her back down, he fell back against the counter. "I'm so happy, El. A baby." He shook his head in awe, and he hadn't realized he was crying until Elain reached up and wiped away his tears.

"A baby," she smiled, and continued to wipe off the blood from his cut. "We should celebrate."

"Absolutely we should."

"But, first, I think I need to take you to-."

"I don't need stitches," Azriel said, already cutting her off.

"It looks like you need stitches," Elain said, crossing her arms.

Already sounding like a mom, he thought, and nodded, reluctantly. He showered in under five minutes and after throwing on a set of clothes, he was riding in the passenger seat of Elain's car on the way to the hospital, holding a towel against his forehead.

He didn't care that he was about to get sewn up. That smile never left his face.

A baby.

The love of his life was pregnant.

He was going to be a father.

And nothing could bring him down.

[talkfantasytome]

Bless us with more Gwynriel! Loved the story you posted <3

Thank you! 💕💕 Idk if the ask wanted a continuation from the last Gwynriel piece I did. If so...that didn't happen. 👀 I wanted to do autumn fluff instead, so I did. This is in the same AU as my Touch of Spice piece. I think most of what I do this month, fluff or kinktober, will be within this AU if it's for ACOTAR.

Cassian invites Az to join him and Nesta for lunch, purposefully hiding who else will be joining them.

Warnings: Innuendo, super mild hints at Gwyn being the dom she is

Word Count: 2,111 | Read on AO3

a/n: This piece is basically fluff, and I don't entirely know what it is, to be honest. Like, part of me feels good about it, part of me feels like it's crap. Part of me thinks I've got some great lines, another part of me is like, "oh, shit, what if everyone hates it or thinks I crossed lines???"...which, you know, will be a super fun anxiety to have as I move into the kinktober asks over the next few days. 👀 (Yes, nonnies that sent those, they'll be answered. 💕)

Also, this wasn't really edited.

Azriel was going to kill him.

It was time. He was finally going to do it.

He was going to wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face and slam his stupid, hairy head into the wall. Or maybe just knee him in the balls. Hard enough he loses function. That would be worse than dying for Cassian.

And he'd deserve it for this horrendous trick.

Even if it likely did come from a 'good place', as Nesta would say. Always defending her man.

Az hated that even more. Because he wanted it desperately.

Worse, he knew exactly who with, and she was standing right next to him, her red hair shining in the autumn sun, the two of them practically on a double date with Cassian and Nesta. Except it wasn't, because Az had no idea she'd be there, and he was fairly certain she didn't know he'd be there either.

No, Cassian had simply dragged Az to the Pumpkin Patch festival the city of Velaris put on every year, saying he was meeting Nesta there for lunch and Az should join. Something about trying out some new curry chips booth Emerie had been raving about all week.

Az liked curry, so he agreed, assuming it was just some casual, last minute lunch.

The look on Cassian's face when Az realized Nesta wasn't alone told him it most definitely wasn't last minute or any type of coincidence. Cassian knew exactly what he was doing bringing Az with him, and Az was pretty sure Nesta was just as knowledgeable. Especially after she claimed she wasn't yet hungry enough to eat, so they should all go on a hayride to let her hunger grow.

It was noon, and Nesta spent almost two hours every Saturday morning at the gym. Typically from about nine to eleven. And he'd seen her come back to their place afterward and instantly devour half a carton of eggs and two chocolate croissants.

Not hungry his ass.

But what was Az to do? He couldn't exactly say no. Not without looking like a stubborn jerk in front of Gwyn. Besides, it's not that he didn't want to go on a hayride with her. He very much did. Preferably at dusk, or even night with a full moon overhead, maybe bringing a picnic for afterwards.

A proper date.

However, that would involve him getting the nerve to actually ask her out. And seeing as she obviously didn't like him back, Azriel doubted he'd ever actually have the courage to do so.

Cassian was really just wasting his time with this attempt. Gwyn was gorgeous, funny, outgoing, and incredibly smart - she'd never have any interest in him. Besides, she was always teasing him, and Az couldn't see that as a good sign.

"Just the four of you?" the hayride driver asked as the last group unloaded from the bed of the truck.

"Yep!" Cassian exclaimed, offering his hand to help Nesta into the cab. She ignored it and used his shoulder instead, knowing that denying him would drive him about as crazy as her touch on his shoulder would.

Az also hated how he knew that. He really did need to get out more on his own, without them, for his own sanity.

"Are you going to offer to help me?" Gwyn asked in a taunting tone as they walked up to the truck, an eyebrow raised at him, though he barely noticed. He was too busy getting sucked into those teal eyes, deep and entrancing and completely unique to her.

He felt his cheeks warm as he nodded, holding out a hand for her and stiffening his arm as she used it for balance, savoring the shock-like sensation that sizzled through him from where her skin met his.

Hopping onto the hay beside Gwyn, he rolled his eyes as Cassian shot him a wink before turning his attention fully on Nesta.

"So, how long do you think they'll last before…never mind," Gwyn sighed, looking away from their friends as Nesta started peppering kisses to Cassian's neck as she whispered something to him, Cassian wearing that same dopey smile he always got around her and laughing softly.

"Yeah, I kinda wish they wouldn't do that so often," he groaned, his own eyes moving to look at the surrounding area as well, not wanting to watch their friends in their…affections.

It was a beautiful backdrop.

The festival was on the border of the city, and the hayride took a path where the wooded area at the edge of the mountains started. Most of the leaves had already shifted colors, the trees in hues of mustard, rusted orange, and deep crimson. Even the sun seemed to have a slightly warmer yet dimmer light, as if it, too, were celebrating autumn with them.

The hay wasn't exactly comfortable to sit on, even with the blankets covering most of the bed, but somehow it felt right in the gentle breeze. It was true sweater weather, something neither Nesta nor Gwyn seemed to be taking for granted, the latter looking absolutely adorable bundled up in a knit, russet pullover.

"At least we have each other to talk to," Gwyn offered, throwing him a kind smile. Az met her stare, hoping she read the agreement in his face. "Assuming you know how to hold a conversation for longer than a minute," she added with a chuckle and a mischievous glint in those seas of green-blue.

"What would you like me to talk about, Berdara?" he requested, his tone low, somehow portraying a confidence he certainly wasn't feeling.

Gwyn thought for a moment tilting her head slightly and looking up, her irises sliding to the right side of her eyes. "Pumpkin carving," she finally decided.

"Pumpkin carving?" he repeated.

"Sure! We are at the Pumpkin Patch."

Az chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair quickly. "Okay. I'm not much of a fan, I guess. When done well it can look cool, but I'm not particularly good at it, and it just seems like a waste of pumpkin. I mean, sure, you can roast pumpkin seeds, but that's nothing to what you can do with the shell of the pumpkin, but instead we're just going to carve it up, put a candle in it, and leave it outside for the squirrels to munch on, often destroying the design before Halloween actually comes? I mean, surely, with the technology we have today, we could create fake pumpkins that are a lot like real ones, but without the gross insides, and wouldn't be as appealing to the squirrels. Best of both worlds - people can do the activity and make their own, since that seems to be important to some, and you don't end up with a ruined design. Plus, farmers can then grow actual, good-tasting pumpkins, and we don't have to deal with making sure we're buying the right ones for the various foods we wish to make with pumpkin. What?"

He focused back on her as she giggled, watching him in his rant.

"I didn't realize you felt so strongly about pumpkins, Az," she teased, a light smile on her face that had his heart fluttering.

He blushed again under her gaze, his own eyes hopping from freckle to freckle on her face. "I like…pie…" he explained, only afterwards realizing he sounded like an idiot with that statement.

"Pie?"

"Yes." His eyes darted away from her as she laughed heartily, tipping her head back slightly.

"Pie is good," she agreed, Az meeting her stare once again, the hint of a smile on his lips. "But I never would've expected such a rant from you."

Az raised his eyebrows at that comment. "And why's that?"

She shrugged. "You're just so…stoic and mysterious. I always feel like you'd rather hang out in the shadows, on the outskirts of whatever's happening."

"The shadows are my friends," he joked, feeling the smirk in his eyes.

"Oh, do they talk to you? Or, better yet, sing? Do you sing to them?" Gwyn's face grew wide with excitement at the concept. "Are you a shadowsinger?"

"What is a shadowsinger?" he asked, laughing loudly. He'd never heard of such nonsense.

"I don't know, but it sounds cool," she answered simply, beaming up at him.

His laughter died down as their gazes remained locked. In his peripheral, he noticed a leaf lightly float into her hair, the burnt orange against her shimmering copper hair was gorgeous, but Az doubted she'd want the leaf to stay there. So he lifted a hand, leaning in slightly to pick it out.

Just as his fingers grabbed hold of its stem, Gwyn pushed herself forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, Az freezing at the touch, his mouth opening slightly in shock when she pulled back away. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, something like horror flashing through them when she caught sight of the leaf in his hand he'd clearly been reaching for.

But he didn't say anything, not as his heart galloped away, not as his mind raced, attempting to process what had just happened. He just stared.

"Oh my gosh," she gasped, her face falling into her hands. "I'm so sorry. I thought…"

She shook her head, still hiding herself from him when his mind finally caught up to everything. Gwyn had just kissed him. She kissed him. And he was just sitting there, stiff as a statue.

Az tossed the leaf to the side as his other hand lightly wrapped around her wrists, pulling them down. He used his now-free hand to tangle his fingers in her hair and lift her face, bringing her eyes to his.

Gwyn stared back at him, uncertainty and fear staining her glorious eyes, and Az knew he'd never find the right words to make her feel better. So, instead, he acted.

Flashing her a small half-smile, he leaned in and brought his lips down to hers, gentle and tentative, just in case she'd suddenly decided she didn't want it.

As it turned out, Az was far luckier than he ever could have imagined. Gwyn was quickly kissing him back, fisting her hands in his shirt to pull him closer. Their lips parted in sync with each other's, both attempting to deepen the kiss, but the growing smiles made it difficult.

Gwyn gave up first, resting her forehead against his as they breathed each other in. "I've been waiting for you to do that for months."

"What?!" Az asked before he could think better of it. "I…I didn't think you liked me."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed loudly, huffing out a small laugh. "I thought you were supposed to be smart."

She looked into his hazel eyes, her pupils dilated to the point that the teal was only a small ring and Az wanted to shout at her eyes to bring it back. But instead he just chuckled, placing a small kiss to her nose, which had her scrunching her face adorably. "I'm pretty sure my mind empties whenever I'm around you."

"Ew, gross," she groaned, pushing him away lightheartedly as they both laughed before scooting closer and resting her heat on his shoulder. She nuzzled in when Az wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and then placed a hand on his leg, brushing it softly. Her hand going higher with each stroke.

"Um, Gwyn," he gulped, his focus now entirely on that hand, and the feeling as she got closer and closer. "Not that that doesn't feel amazing but, erm…I'd rather not have something…extra on display when we go for lunch."

She tilted her head to look up at him, a playful smirk on her lips, her hand never stopping. "I guess you'll just have to control yourself, then."

Azriel felt his eyes widen as he saw a small question flash in Gwyn's. If he truly wanted her to stop, she would, but he definitely didn't now. Not after that comment. Not as Az hardened instantly at the power she seized.

"I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Berdara," he grunted in a guttural tone as he attempted to breath deeply and steel himself.

"Oh, I know we are," she shot back. "But you might not want to think too hard about that right now." With a wink, Gwyn was back to leaning fully against him, her eyes drifting to watch the trees go by, her hand continuing its soft brushes. And Az attempted to think about everything other than the wicked woman he now knew he was desperately in love with.

a/n: So, yes, I'm American, and most everything will use American terminology. However, curry chips is really a more British thing (and something I've only had when I lived in London - it was amazing), and I just can't call it "curry fries"...it sounds weird. So, yeah...in case that confused some of you...there's that explanation. XD

And really hope this flowed well! There may be a part I put in to help me with something later on, and idk if it really works but I'm keeping it. 😂

If you would like me to make a Gwynriel tag list and put you on it, let me know! 🙂

[ashintheairlikesnow]

#1 for the fanfic asks, please

1. How do you approach worldbuilding (if it’s an AU) or research (if it’s an established canon)? 

As far as established canon - I tend to start writing fanfic RIGHT after reading something, so it’s still very fresh in my mind and I can maintain canon fairly well as far as world-building details. But also if I don’t like it I am not above simply ignoring it entirely. Like, I use Danish for Maktahn and nobody has stopped me, yet! But that’s NOT how their language sounds in the books. We just don’t learn a lot of it, and I didn’t want to struggle so much with getting it all just right when I started writing the story. You can find a great glossary of Maktahn now to use for reference here on Tumblr but when I started Endurance I didn’t know about/have that and decided to just stick with Danish. 

 @orchidscript‘s World War I AU, on the other hand, has woven the canon Maktahn phrases really spectacularly well into her narrative. 

For my ACOTAR fanfic, I kept the canon details I like and shifted/changed what I didn’t, and no one minded that at all. Luckily, Maas leaves... a LOT... of world-building fairly vague or blank, so there’s a lot of sandbox to work with.

I will definitely return to the source material to double-check on what things looked like/when a person interacted with an object/when a specific line of dialogue I want to reference happened. Especially with my fic Little Brother (Shades of Magic), it references a LOT of Holland’s backstory from A Conjuring of Light, so when I write the early chapters I can consistently sitting there with ACOL open to double-check details or phrasing I need to echo.

Now, for original fiction: I started writing stories and kind of decided to see what happened as I went. Actually, most of the world-building in my Box Boy stories has been directly affected by the asks I get about it! I answer a lot of things on the spot if I don’t have an answer already decided, and then I stick with that and it becomes “canon” for my story.

But also I’m not above making a change here or there as I go. That’s part of the fun of writing on Tumblr, to be honest, people don’t mind so much if I shift a thing here or there. 

For Danny, the world is our world, only supernatural creatures do exist, but they’re not a huge difference in any way, they just... are.

In Kauri’s world, part of the world-building I decided on what that the people who are wealthy/in power are largely indifferent or supportive of the human pet trade, whereas people on the ground - bus drivers, Kauri’s hookups, that girl he’s friends with who works at a gym who lets him shower there sometimes - are largely NOT particularly supportive, and are instead kind of quietly supporting Kauri and other pets in their bid for freedom, even if they don’t do anything directly. 

I prefer to build a world very much like ours, with key differences, because a stable setting basis makes it easier for readers to connect, because they don’t feel like they’re drowning in setting details they have to memorize, they can just exist in the story and the world builds itself as we go.

[acotarauweek]

Day 4: Modern AU

Publishing Date: 12/12/19

What counts as a modern au? 

Anything set in the modern world! It could be this one or one of your own design, it’s up to you.

Tags to use: #acotar au week day 4 #day 4 modern au #acotar au week

Prompts under cut:

I just woke up from a 6 month coma and I don’t remember anything about the past 5 years but that’s kind of okay because as a trade-off this gorgeous stranger sitting at my bedside is saying he’s my husband

The benefit of being the only adult in this college course is commiserating about the woes of single-daddom over a beer with the hot professor

Wait, I’m just the cameraman, I can’t fill in for the missing star on this set, wait a second no you don’t understa-

We’re actors on a popular tv series and our two characters weren’t written to be a couple, but the fans are salivating over our onscreen “chemistry”, and now the director decided to change the script to add more sexual tension - how the hell am I supposed to keep myoffscreen crush hidden now?

Will you marry me? Also, surprise, I’m actually foreign royalty

My incredibly attractive new boss is an asshole and I’m 97% positive he’s been consistently staring at my ass whenever I leave the room

I’m sorry my kid punched your kid in the face, can I make it up to you over dinner?

“hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you are my childs teacher” au

“we both play this stupid game online and you keep beating me every single goddamn time so i called you out and you are pretty cute but can you not” au

“im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask” au

“we are neighbours and every night at 3:14 am you start yodeling for no fucking reason??? why???? is that you yodeling??? its been 2 months???” au

“im a pizza delivery person and i just delivered a pizza to someone in the middle of a satanic ritual and they gave me their number???” au

“i woke up this morning to find you sitting in my living room with a goat in a poncho??? who are you??? why is the goat wearing a poncho??? how did you get the goat in here i live on the 12th floor???” au

“we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know” au

“im a cashier and i saw you stuffing you pants full of potatoes and i would stop you but you already have 27 and i want to see how many you can fit"au

“its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching my trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes” au

“i was playing beer pong with a coin and i accidentally threw it right into your eye at a party” au

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