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[theebookist]

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#Repost @thebookoholics with @get_repost ・・・ It feels like coming home. My shoulders relax and a huge grin spreads across my face. My eyes sparkle with excitement and my heart overwhelms. My palms sweat in anticipation of being among my treasured desire. What can I say? It's only the second best feeling in the world. First being the feeling of actually reading the books. . Which is your current read? . #bookreader #booksaremylife #booksarelove #booklover #reader #readersofinstagram #bookish #bookworms #booknerds #bibliophiles #crazybookworms #thebookoholics https://www.instagram.com/p/BtuKEAAnsu1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=195ngtuqh1al3

[thekingdomofelfhame]

Jurdan Fanfic: A Mortal Heart (Part 1)

Summary: Being the High Queen of Elfhame isn't easy, not when you are a mortal ruling over the Folk.

Warnings: None

Masterlist

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, its flowery edges chalked with a beautiful dull gold. She looked the same as she had a few minutes ago; her hair were still a dark chestnut brown, her smooth, sun-kissed face still the same creamy tanned shade, though it had been a more pale colour a week ago. She gazed into her own eyes, disgusted by their warm, deep brown iris.

She was still young, still reckless and yet in a few years...

Fury raged through her as she slammed her fist into the mirror, shattering it into possibly a million pieces.

The caramel coloured, tiled floor was laiden with the silver shards, some of them partially covered in a thick, crimson red liquid.

The sound of the glass shattering must have alerted the folk outside for in a matter of seconds, guards were banging on the door, calling out for Her Majesty whilst trying to burst the door open.

But it was not their banging or loud yet muffled voices that had her hands trembling.

It was the vines snaking around the door, their thorns growing each second, crushing the door open just before Cardan sprinted inside, a dozen guards following him into the room.

"Nothing's happened. You may leave", Jude ordered and it only took a wave of her hand before the guards were marching out, leaving only Cardan behind.

He stood as still as a figurine, not moving a muscle. Maybe he hadn't noticed Jude's bleeding hand hidden behind her back as she prayed he didn't smell her dripping blood.

But Cardan simply walked towards her, one step at a time, and cupped her face, his fingers sliding under her round ears.

Her mortal ears.

"Jude", was the only thing he said before he carefully brought her arm forward, revealing her hand, still bleeding from the glass piercing her skin and flesh.

He remained quiet, gazing into her eyes while his coal black ones were filled with fear and sorrow; a silent question.

Why?

Jude felt her throat swell up as her eyes started swimming in tears and she fought the urge to hug him tight.

She could never be like him.

" Do you love me, Cardan?", she asked, her voice barely a whisper, " Even if I am a mortal?". She yearned for an answer and didn't have to wait long before he replied, " Of course, I do. I love to the depths of the oceans, to the stars above. My heart is yours and it shall forever remain yours. Forever, Jude."

Jude simply nodded, scoffing as she snatched her injured hand from his gentle touch, no matter how much it hurt.

"Well, you may love me now but... but you won't in a few years. Not when my hair turns white and I become a burden on you", every word of her was coated with poison- disgust- and Cardan could've sworn he saw pain lingering in those gorgeous eyes of hers.

Before he could say anything, Jude walked out, not stopping to look back at him even once as if she didn't want him to witness her tears, not even when the only sound Cardan could hear were her receding footsteps.

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[leiawritesstories]

The Glyndon Gardens

An “As I Am” Outtake

Takes place during Chapter 9 and features two characters whom we did not see during the ball at Glyndon Manor. However, this scene had to be written, and it will eventually become evident why. All I can say without spoiling is that THESE TWO ARE NOT ENDGAME!!!!

Enjoy!

Word count: 517

Warnings: bad flirting, Tamlin

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Nesta and Elain were swept away almost as soon as they entered the ballroom, leaving Feyre alone to stroll into the crowd of young people searching for dance partners. Within moments, Lord Tamlin Fréijoer had appeared in front of her, sweeping an overly complicated bow before asking her to dance. Somewhat reluctantly, she agreed. It was good manners, after all. 

After two dances, Feyre was beginning to grow irritated with Lord Tamlin’s company. “I should like to get some air,” she informed him, and made to walk outside. 

To her annoyance, he stayed by her side, following her outside. “Lady Glyndon’s grounds are particularly exquisite, Miss Archeron. Might I show you around?”

Deciding to be polite, Feyre accepted. “Of course, milord. Have you been at the manor many times, then?”

“Only when there are events here. The lord and lady are most gracious and their hospitality impeccable. Here, allow me to walk you through the labyrinth.”

“There is a labyrinth?” Now Feyre was excited. “I adore those!”

“Indeed, Miss Archeron, there is a lovely evergreen labyrinth.” He took her arm once more and led her down a neatly kept gravel pathway. “This way.”

A few moments later, they came to the entrance of the maze. Grinning, Feyre took her arm from Lord Tamlin’s and headed in, following the gently curving pathway. She heard his footsteps behind her as he caught up. 

“Goodness, Miss Archeron, you do walk rather fast.”

“I adore exploring mazes,” she explained, smiling. “It is just so fun. I do hope there is a bench in the middle, though, for I should like to sit down a few minutes.”

There was indeed a stone bench in the center of the maze, in a pretty little clearing with a fountain. Feyre seated herself on the bench and looked around. “You were correct, milord, these grounds are delightful.”

“As are you, milady,” he returned, looking at her with some unnamed emotion flickering in his greenish eyes. He offered his hand, and Feyre stood up, taking it.

“We should be going back,” she said.

And then he was kissing her. Feyre pulled back, shocked. “Milord, I--”

“You are exquisite,” he breathed, barely a breath away. “Let me kiss you, Miss Archeron. Nobody shall see.” He pulled her close, pressed his lips against hers again.

Feyre kept her lips closed, refusing to allow Lord Tamlin to deepen the kiss. She was about to haul off and punch him for being so brazen when, to her complete horror, her father came running into the clearing, stopped short at the sight of Tamlin kissing his daughter, yelled an obscenity, and yanked the two of them apart.

“Fréijoer, control yourself!” 

Tamlin pulled himself free from the baron’s grip and stalked away. Feyre watched him go, unsure how to feel. 

“Are you alright, Feyre?” Father asked.

“Yes, Father. I am fine. Shall we return?” Feyre brushed herself off, took her father’s arm, and headed back towards the ball, intent on pretending this encounter had never happened.

For if nobody save her father had seen them, what danger was it to her life?

~

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[ao3feed-timdrake]

The Daughter's Burden

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by Crazybookworm

You are Bruce Wayne's biological daughter. Your mother just died and you have to move in with your father. Your "brothers" are less than welcoming. How will your live change when you move in with the playboy?

Words: 2817, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws, Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Under the Red Hood

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Jason Todd, Red Hodd, Batman, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Robin, Red Robin - Character, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Nightwing, Batfam - Character, Batsis - Character

Relationships: Batfam/reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Batman/Reader, Red Hood/Reader, Jason Todd/Reader, Tim Drake/Reader, Red Robin/Reader, Robin/Reader, Damian Wayne/Reader, Nightwing/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader

Additional Tags: x Reader, batsis! Reader, the boys are jerks, So is Bruce, im bad at tags, There's swearing, Angst, lots and lots of angst

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by CrazyBookworm

Ochako Uraraka found out that her father was the villain who killed her mother and left the house. She met students from UA and they helped her defeat her father. But Ochako’s father, the Evil Warlock has a potion that will make people join forces with him. Will UA be in time to save Ochako? Read to find out!

Words: 3080, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Shouji Mezou, Tokoyami Fumikage, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Original Male Character(s), Asui Tsuyu, Mineta Minoru, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Kissing, Rude Bakugou Katsuki, Pervert Mineta Minoru, Izuku Midoriya likes Ochako Uraraka, Ochako Uraraka likes Izuku Midoriya

[leiawritesstories]

Listen, Son

Towards the end of Chapter 7, Mamma Selvari goes to have a little chat with her overbearing son. This is that conversation. I took most of the inspiration from the scene in Bridgerton, season 1, where Mamma Bridgerton and Anthony have a little chat about Daphne and Simon. That’s all I can say without spoiling...if you haven’t watched Bridgerton, you might want to. It’s a pretty great show.

Word count: 579

Warnings: some language, a whopping serving of mom sarcasm

A/N: Happy Monday! Didn’t want to wait to post the first outtake, so here you go. Enjoy!

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Late that evening, a knock sounded on Rhys’s study door. “Come in.”

Mother entered, holding a lit candelabra. “Rhysand Matthieson Selvari, put away that ledger and listen to me.” Her tone brooked no disobedience.

Rhys carefully closed the ledger, placed his pen in its inkwell, and folded his hands atop his desk. “Yes?”

“Please tell me exactly what right you think you have to judge Elisa’s suitors by some arbitrary characteristic.” 

“She is my sister, and therefore my responsibility.” Rhys propped his booted feet up on the desk. 

Mother cocked her head slightly to the side. “Responsibility?”

Trying not to flush, he took his feet off the desk and sat upright. “I am the man of the house now, Mother, and it is therefore my duty to see that my sister makes the best match.”

“Elisa is more than capable of judging her suitors’ intentions for herself, and I was not aware that you had become the man of the house.”

“I am the son and heir, Mother; am I not the man of the house?”

“Not yet.” Mother leveled an even gaze at him. “At every turn before Elisa came of age, you have denied the responsibilities of being Earl. Am I to understand that you are now interested in the title because it gives you some twisted sense of power?”

“Hell’s bells, no! But I am familiar with Lord Fenrys, and he has bedded more women than live in our household, and I do not believe that is conducive to a proper marriage.”

“Oh my, the gentleman has taken ten whole women to bed,” Mother deadpanned. 

“That is not what I--”

“What a black mark upon his record,” she finished, dryly.

“Goddammit, Mother, I do not have to like Lord Fenrys, nor do I have to approve of him courting my only sister!”

“No, my son, but you do have to be civil. Besides, I am familiar with you and your brothers, and between the three of you, you have bedded half of London, and that is to say nothing of your time overseas in the military.” She directed a Mother Look at him. “Are you in any position to judge Lord Fenrys, then?”

“I know what it is like to rake my way across the lands, and therefore I know that a rake will make a perfect ass of a husband.” He stubbornly refused to yield.

“I am sure Miss Archeron shall be most glad to know that.” Mother picked up her candelabra and swept out of the study. “Goodnight, Rhysand.” She closed the door with a soft click.

Rhys dropped his head into his hands. Mother was right, of course, and he was fully aware of it. He flipped open his father’s fine pocket watch, which laid on the desk, and listened to the tick of the hands. Father had left him the watch when he passed, a sign of the Selvari title and of his trust in his son. Snapping the case closed, he returned the watch to its place. What would Father do? Though he knew the answer, he did not want to accept it. Father would tell him exactly the same thing Mother had said, save more bluntly. Stop being an overprotective bastard, he would have said. Elisa is more than capable of taking care of herself and of any idiot who tries to seduce her. He sighed heavily, stood, and went out of the study. 

He would apologize to Elisa tomorrow.

~

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[leiawritesstories]

As I Am Character List

Given that this story does, in fact, include characters from multiple series, it’s probably a good idea to include a sort of cast list, if you will (this is the only term I know, thanks to being a stage manager) to hopefully maybe keep some idea of which character holds which title etc. etc. I made up a bunch of last names for characters who didn’t have one in canon and because I am 2000% nerd, yes, each last name has a meaning related to that character, i.e. the name I gave Azriel roughly translates to “shadow” (it’s Luxembourgish, again, I repeat that I am a massive nerd).

Characters have been broken into categories for hopefully easier understanding of who’s who. 

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AS I AM CHARACTER LIST

CENTRAL/FOCAL CHARACTERS

- Family Galathynius: Viscount Rhoe Galathynius & Viscountess Evalin Ashryver. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, debutante. Aedion Ashryver, Evalin’s deceased sister’s son, lives with them. Third cousin Lady Elide Lochan staying with them for the season.

- Family Archeron: Baron Cal Archeron, wife deceased. Three daughters: Nesta, Elain, & Feyre Archeron, all debuting this season.

- Family Selvari: Dowager Countess Esther Selvari, husband deceased. Rhysand Selvari, heir. Elisa Selvari, debutante. Two adopted sons: Cassian Ilnair and Azriel Schied, both served in the war alongside Rhysand.

- House Doranelle: His Grace Rowan Whitethorn, Duke of Doranelle. Second cousins Lords Fenrys and Connall Strahl currently reside at Doranelle. All three served in the war.

OTHER IMPORTANT CHARACTERS

-  Earl Tamlin Fréijoer and sister Ianthe. Cousin Lord Lucien Vanserra.

- Her Majesty Queen Charlotte

- His Royal Highness Prince Dorian Havilliard

- Captain Gavriel Aldot and Captain Lorcan Salvaterre, staying at Doranelle with their army compatriots

- Chaol Westfall, Captain of the Royal Guard, and his wife Yrene, midwife and apothecary

- Miss Lysandra Ennar, modiste

- Duchess Ansel of Briarcliff (aka this AU’s version of Lady Danbury 😏)

VARIOUS SIDE CHARACTERS

- Mrs. Alis Treave, Archerons’ housekeeper

- Mrs. Maeve Ond, Selvaris’ housekeeper

- Misses Vassa and Essar, operatic sopranos

- Duke Cal and Duchess Marion Lochan of Perranth, Elide’s parents

Other characters from SJM will appear, as well as characters from other books. I will credit the authors when I use their people and if you’re unfamiliar with who these random people are, go read their books. :)

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[leiawritesstories]

As I Am snippets

Minor spoilers for previous chapters included.......

Enjoy!

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Aelin yawned. “Good morning, Mamma. What news?”

“Well, it has barely been a week, so of course the town is still abuzz with the news of Feyre and Rhysand’s engagement.”

“I know that, Mamma.” Aelin winked slyly. “We have been fair buzzing about ourselves, discussing wedding details.”

“Of course you have.” Evalin smothered her smirk. “As for the news you wish to hear, Perrington and his aunt are coming to tea this afternoon. I received an affirmation just last evening.”

“Wonderful,” Aelin grinned. “I do hope it proves to be a fruitful meeting.” She and her mother exchanged conspiratorial looks over their teacups.

~~

“Please, sit down. Tell us everything, Janey.” Evalin gestured to one of the chairs.

Jane took a seat, folded her hands atop the table. “You may want to be sitting down yourselves, milady, Miss Aelin.”

They sat and waited, expectantly. Janey cleared her throat. “Well then. Where to start? There is…much to say, my ladies.”

“Is it enough to get rid of Perrington?” Aelin blurted, anxious.

~~

Perrington entered the viscount’s office not twenty minutes later. Rhoe was seated at his desk, his posture straight and unflinching, his gaze like flint.

“Sit.”

Perrington refused, standing a few paces away from the desk. “I do not take orders from you, Galathynius.”

~~

“So good,” Feyre mumbled, her eyes hazy with sex. “I can’t make myself come like that, not ever.”

“You naughty girl,” Rhys purred, his voice like darkest night, “touching yourself late at night in your pretty little bedroom.”

“I think of you,” she smirked, reaching her hand down between her legs, her breath hitching as her fingers ghosted over her core. “Every time. I think of you.”

“Fuck,” he swore, “you’re going to kill me, darling.”

“Oh, I certainly hope not,” she grinned. “For whoever would make love to me then? I remember you promising something about that.”

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[leiawritesstories]

As I Am 9 sneak peek

Coming tomorrow......the introduction of a new and much beloved character....

Enjoy!!!

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Her Majesty and the prince approached. Aelin dipped into a formal curtsy as Rowan bowed. [PRINCE’S NAME REDACTED] the Queen announced, “this is Miss Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the young lady I told you about.”

Prince [BLEEP] bowed formally to Aelin, who gave him her best curtsy. “Miss Galathynius, how lovely to meet you.” He spoke with a lilting accent. He pressed a polite kiss to the back of Aelin’s gloved hand. “If I may, your gown, it is exquisite.”

Unable to control her mirth, Aelin let out a burst of giggles that ended with a delicate snort. In shock, she clapped her free hand over her mouth. “My sincerest apologies, Your Highness, I did not mean--”

“It is no matter,” the prince said, winking ever so subtly at her. “No apologies are necessary.”

The Queen looked affronted. “Perhaps a small one,” she sniffed, herding her nephew off to meet the next marriageable young lady.

Her jaw hanging slightly open, Aelin turned and swatted Rowan’s arm with her fan. “How could you?” She let out another burst of laughter, snorted again, and covered her mouth.

“Me?” Rowan pressed his lips together, smothering the laugh that threatened to escape. “How could you make such an unbecoming sound while laughing?”

“You were the one who made me laugh!”

“By predicting the prince’s commentary?” He grinned. “Ah, Miss Galathynius, you have much to learn about the greetings used by titled men.”

“And I don’t suppose you have a manual for my education?” she snarked.

“Unfortunately, I do not. The book has yet to be written.” Rowan offered his arm once more. “I believe your father is beginning to wonder where you were and why he was not present for your introduction to the most eligible man in town.”

Sighing, Aelin took his arm. “Indeed.”

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As I Am 2 Snippets

I have decided that I’m going to post chapters on Thursdays if everything goes well and my 20-credit semester from hell doesn’t kill me *crosses fingers*

Here’s a few little bits from the upcoming chapter! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

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“Mother!” sighed Rhys. “You are absolutely insufferable. Cannot a respectable gentleman merely escort his sister to her interminable stream of parties without his mother meddling in his love life?”

Mother patted Rhys’s cheek. “’Tis not meddling when there is nothing to meddle in, my son.”

She swept out of the room before Rhys could splutter his indignant answer. Sighing in defeat, he headed back to his office until duty forced him to prepare for the evening’s ball, the first (and thus worst) of the season.

~

Rhys nudged her. “Let us take a turn about the room. Scout the prospects, as it were.” He winked.

Elisa grinned. “I pity the man who looks at me without your approval.”

~

“Why thank you.” Elisa looked out over the scene. “I declare, is this entire location not perfectly picturesque?”

The young lady turned to meet Elisa’s eye, smiling politely. “Indeed it is. Were I alone, I should very much like to paint it.”

“Do you paint, miss?”

“Yes, and I very much enjoy it. I am Feyre Archeron, and painting is my one vice.” Her smile warmed.

Elisa dropped a slight curtsy. “Delighted. My name is Elisa Selvari.”

Feyre’s cheeks flushed nearly the same pink as her dress. “You would not happen to be a relation of—”

“Rhysand Selvari?” Elisa grinned. “That would be my elder brother. A perfect sweetheart, to be sure, when he is not acting the part of Count Selvari.”

~

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