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theredcrane · 3 days
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Sketch commission for @amandapearls 💕
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milswrites · 2 days
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Something blue
~ Azriel X Reader
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Summary: You and Azriel get married.
Warnings: Teeny bit of angst but then all fluff :)
Azriel couldn't hear the words his brother was speaking over the incessant pounding of his heartbeat which echoed in the depths of his ears. Not even his probing shadows could break him from his anxious stupor, the dark curling mists attempting to pull their master back to reality through their gentle nudges and soothing presence.
Azriel was sure that if he was aware of his families comforting words and his shadows warming embrace he would have been grateful. Yet all he desired was your reassuring company, your gentle aura having always been enough to ebb the rising doubts from his storming mind.
It was only when Cassian laid a heavy hand on his tense shoulder did Azriel allow himself to come back to reality. Permissing his faraway mind to return to it's earthly shell, rejoining him where he was stood at the end of the aisle.
It wasn't the prospect of marrying you which terrified him. No, Azriel couldn't think of anything sweeter than consolidating the love between the two of you. However, the invasive doubts that Azriel didn't deserve you pecked away at his brain. Worried that his monstrous past and his dark line of work made him unworthy of your love.
It was foolish to think this of course, you looked at Azriel as though he had hung the stars in the night sky, the male brightening the life you had claimed was once so dull. To you, Azriel could do no wrong and you had spent many sleepless nights reminding the male of this as you cradled his trembling form.
Which is why when Cassian asked him if he needed a moment to escape and gather his thoughts, Azriel stubbornly declined the offer. Not wanting to make even the smallest of mistakes out of fear that the one good thing in his life would slip away from him.
No, Azriel would wait. Patiently standing at the end of the aisle until you came to stand by his side. Your presence alone would be enough to melt away his insecurity and unease.
Which is why with this knowledge, he allowed himself to relax. The understanding that you would soon be with him was enough to loosen his taught muscles, enabling a steady breath to be drawn from his lips.
You were his home, his fortress, and Azriel needed only to think of you to instill him with the strength he needed to battle his demons.
He brushed Cassian's worried hand away, providing his concerned brother a smile overflowing with confidence. Teeth slightly bared in excitement.
"I'm fine Cas," Azriel promised, "I couldn't be happier."
He needn't lie when he spoke the words to his brother, each syllable laced with a welcoming truth. How could he not be happy, when you were the deliverer of his joy.
A soft melody began to hum from the harp beside him, an ethereal tune which sang the story of your love. Each harmonious note signifying a beautiful tale of your partnership.
But it wasn't the sweet tune which brought a silver tear to Azriel's eye. Nor was it the fact that he was surrounded by his friends, all sharing a smile of beaming warmth at the glorious occasion.
No, the reason for his joyous weeping was the angel who faced him at the other end of the aisle. His love, a vision dressed in white, who's arm was wrapped around that of his proud mother's.
Azriel cried as his entire universe walked towards him. As the two most important people in his life slowly made their way past his teary-eyed friends and family until they came to stop before him.
His doting mother came to wipe the wetness from his cheeks, face a picture of unbridled jubilation, before Cassian came to lead the exuberant woman to their seats as the last heavenly note from the harp was strung. The soft hum of the music still wavering in the air despite it's completion. And as Azriel's hazel eyes finally came to meet your own, a bond of love and passion was shared through your affectionate gazes.
You've always been beautiful, there was no debating that. But the god-like glow which the mother had blessed you with on the day of your wedding had rendered the shadowsinger speechless. The force of your otherworldly beauty almost being enough to pull the male to his knees before you. Azriel promised himself in that moment that he would spend the rest of his days worshipping you in all your glory until the day he died.
The trivial words of the priestess failed to register in his mind, Azriel's thoughts were consumed entirely by you. It wasn't until you began to make your vows, did Azriel's attention then turn to your enchanting voice. His mind, body and soul all enraptured by your tender words.
"I have loved you since before I even knew you existed. My heart has always belonged to you, and I finally found it when we first met. We were made for each other, you and I, two souls destined for each other. And even if we didn't have the cauldron's influence, I still would have loved you as deeply and passionately as I do now. You're my entire world Azriel and I consider myself lucky for the life I'm going to spend with you and I will continue to love you until we're the last stars in the sky."
Azriel was sure he couldn't have cried more than he had already done so, though it was clear his well hadn't run dry as of yet. Glistening trails of happy tears streamed down his smiling cheeks. His gentle shadows wrapped around his body under his clothes, their presence comforting him, reminding him that his feelings were natural, That he could allow himself to weep at his good fortune.
The male had planned his vows in advance, wanting to be prepared in case his nerves took hold of him and prevented him from saying what he wanted to be said. Yet being in the moment, standing here next to your ethereal form after hearing your impassioned promise, Azriel failed to find words worthy enough to be heard by your ears. And so, surprising even himself Azriel neglected the speech he had spent the past few days reciting and spoke from his heart.
"You are my strength and stability. My saviour and my undoing. You see me for who I am and yet you've never once shied away, you accept me in a way so few people have done so and I couldn't be more blessed than to have you as my partner for the rest of my life. I have never felt more loved, more accepted by anyone and I know that whenever the darkness overcomes me I need only to look to you for my salvation. And so I promise you this now, that I will never fail to be anyone other than the male who you know me to be. I gift myself you you with the oath that I shall love you forever as you deserve."
The exchange of your vows was done so in a moment of frozen existence. Despite the room full of your loved ones, it felt as though the promises were made in secret, a silent joining of your two souls morphing into one. You may as well have been the only people in the entire universe.
When the time came to present each other with the rings you had selected, you slipped the band onto his steady finger. A golden line etched into the silver metal, a constant reminder of the shimmering thread which tied the two of you together for eternity.
When the time came for him to slip the ring he had gifted for you onto your own finger, you marveled at the cobalt blue gem which stared back at you. A glowing piece of Azriel's siphon. A piece of your mate gifted to you.
"Your something blue" he whispered with a smile, voice low enough for only you to hear. Recalling the superstitious poem you had recited to him when you first began making plans for your wedding.
"It's beautiful Az,"you beamed at the male before you, at your husband, looking into his hazel eyes as you spoke, "But I already have my something blue and it'll take a lot more than a fancy ring for me to want to replace him."
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Really loved this scene after the battle 😭
“Be happy, Feyre.”
Chapter 77
Pg. 670 (Kindle edition)
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Commission by rizzo.reads88
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the-darkestminds · 2 days
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Me reading this:
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callsigns-haze · 2 days
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Can't two people reconnect?
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Pairing: Azriel x reader Warning: Please be advised that the following chapter contains descriptions of emotional distress and sensitive themes. Summary: YN grapples with feelings of inadequacy after losing her wings, finding solace and reassurance in Azriel's unwavering love and support.
This can be read alone or with Bad Idea Right???
The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows of Azriel's private room, casting a warm glow over the tangled forms of YN and Azriel as they lay wrapped in each other's arms. YN stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she gradually became aware of the warmth of Azriel's body pressed against hers.
For a moment, she simply lay there, savouring the feeling of being held in his arms, the memories of their passion from the night before still lingering like a sweet dream. But as the haze of sleep began to lift, YN's thoughts turned to the reality of the world outside their private sanctuary.
With a soft sigh, she extricated herself from Azriel's embrace, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. As she sat up, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him still sleeping peacefully beside her, his features softened in the gentle light of morning.
But as she glanced around the room, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her in a rush of memories. The party, the search, Azriel's private room... She blinked, suddenly remembering the others and the jobs they had slept in on.
"Az," she murmured, gently shaking him awake. "We need to get up. The others will be wondering where we are."
Azriel stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. "Hmm? What is it?"
"We overslept," YN explained, a hint of amusement in her voice. "We should probably get back before they send out a search party."
Azriel chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he stretched lazily. "I suppose you're right. Though I wouldn't mind staying here a little while longer."
As they dressed and prepared to face the day ahead, YN couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over her. In Azriel's arms, she had found a love unlike anything she had ever known before, a love that made even the darkest of nights seem a little brighter.
And as they made their way back to the hustle and bustle of the Night Court, hand in hand, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love and devotion to each other.
As YN and Azriel entered the main hall of the Night Court, they instinctively released each other's hands, a subtle shift in their demeanour as they joined their friends and allies. Cassian, Rhysand, and Feyre were engaged in conversation with other members of the court, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and amusement as they spotted YN and Azriel's approach.
Rhysand's eyes sparkled with mischief as he greeted them, a knowing grin playing on his lips. "Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence."
Cassian raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "Enjoy your beauty sleep, did you?"
YN felt her cheeks flush at their playful banter, quickly composing herself as she replied, "Sorry for disappearing last night. We... got caught up in something."
Azriel nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable as he added, "It won't happen again."
Feyre's gaze softened as she observed the couple, a gentle smile touching her lips. "No need to apologize. We're just glad you're both safe."
With that, the group fell into easy conversation, the events of the previous night fading into the background as they focused on the tasks at hand. Despite the lingering memory of their shared intimacy, YN and Azriel maintained a respectful distance from each other, their actions speaking volumes even as their words remained unspoken.
As the morning continued, Rhysand took charge, announcing the day's plans to the group. His voice carried authority, yet there was a warmth to his demeanour that made everyone feel at ease.
"Today, we have important tasks to attend to," Rhys began, his eyes sweeping over his companions. "YN, Cassian, I need you to head to the borders. Keep a close watch and ensure that everything remains secure."
YN and Cassian nodded in acknowledgment, already mentally preparing for the journey ahead. They were seasoned warriors, familiar with the importance of their duties.
Rhys turned to Azriel, his expression thoughtful. "Azriel, I need you to venture into the woods. We've had reports of suspicious activity, and I need you to gather information."
Azriel inclined his head in understanding, his expression giving away nothing as he accepted the task. He was the Night Court's shadow, its silent protector, and he would carry out his mission with the utmost discretion.
As the group dispersed to prepare for their assignments, YN felt a surge of determination coursing through her veins. She and Cassian shared a nod of solidarity before setting off towards the borders, their minds focused on the task at hand.
Meanwhile, Azriel vanished into the depths of the woods, his movements silent and swift as he disappeared into the shadows. He was a ghost in the night, a whisper on the wind, and he would not rest until he had uncovered the truth lurking in the darkness.
With a silent exchange of nods, YN and Cassian readied themselves to winnow to the borders. Their muscles tensed in anticipation as they prepared for whatever awaited them on the other side. In an instant, they vanished from the safety of the Night Court, reappearing amidst the chaos of the borderlands.
The scene before them was one of turmoil and conflict. A full-scale battle raged on, the clash of swords and the cries of warriors filling the air with a deafening cacophony. YN and Cassian exchanged a glance, their expressions grim as they took in the sight before them.
Without hesitation, they leaped into action, drawing their weapons and charging into the fray. Their movements were fluid and precise, honed through years of training and experience. Side by side, they fought as one, a formidable force against the tide of enemies that threatened to overwhelm them.
With each swing of their blades, they carved a path through the enemy ranks, their determination unwavering in the face of adversity. They fought not just for themselves, but for the safety and security of the land they loved, for the people who called it home.
As the battle raged on, YN and Cassian found themselves locked in a deadly dance of steel and blood. They moved with a grace and skill that belied the ferocity of their attacks, each strike a testament to their unwavering resolve.
But despite their best efforts, the enemy seemed endless, their numbers overwhelming even the most valiant of defences. YN and Cassian fought on, their spirits unbroken even as exhaustion threatened to overtake them.
And then, just when it seemed as though all hope was lost, reinforcements arrived, their allies appearing on the battlefield like a beacon of light in the darkness. With renewed vigour, YN and Cassian pressed forward, their determination renewed as they fought side by side with their comrades.
In the end, it was their unity and resolve that carried them to victory. The enemy forces were driven back, their ranks scattered and broken in the face of the Night Court's relentless onslaught. And as the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the distance, YN and Cassian stood victorious, their hearts filled with pride and gratitude for the bond that had carried them through the darkest of times.
As the echoes of battle faded and the dust settled, YN staggered towards Cassian, her strength waning with each step. The adrenaline that had fuelled her through the fight began to ebb away, leaving her feeling drained and exhausted.
Cassian's heart clenched with concern as he watched her approach, her movements unsteady and uncertain. Without hesitation, he rushed forward to meet her, his arms reaching out to catch her before she could collapse.
"YN, are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he supported her weight against him.
YN shook her head weakly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she leaned heavily against Cassian. "I... I'm okay. Just... tired."
Cassian's grip tightened around her, his worry deepening at the sight of her weakened state. "You pushed yourself too hard," he murmured, his voice filled with concern. "Let me help you."
With gentle hands, Cassian guided YN to a nearby rock, easing her down onto its surface with the utmost care. He knelt beside her, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of distress as he checked her over for injuries.
"You're going to be alright," he reassured her, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "Just rest for a moment. I'll take care of you."
YN nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. She felt Cassian's hand brushing back her hair, his touch a comforting presence in the midst of the chaos that surrounded them.
Cassian's hands moved with practiced gentleness as he stripped YN of her shirt, his heart sinking as he saw the extent of her injuries. Along her back, where her wings should have been, there were only ragged remnants, the telltale signs of a brutal attack.
His breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened. YN was an Illyrian warrior, her wings a symbol of her strength and pride. To have them cut off in battle was a devastating blow, both physically and emotionally.
Gently, Cassian examined the wounds, his fingers tracing the edges of the gashes with a careful touch. YN winced in pain, but she made no sound, her jaw clenched with determination as she endured his ministrations.
"I'm sorry," Cassian murmured, his voice heavy with regret as he met her gaze. "I should have been there to protect you."
YN shook her head, her expression fierce despite the pain etched on her features. "It's not your fault," she insisted, her voice a whisper. "We were outnumbered... it was bound to happen."
Cassian's heart ached at her words, the weight of his failure settling heavily on his shoulders. But he knew that now was not the time for self-pity. YN needed him, and he would do whatever it took to help her through this.
With gentle hands, Cassian tended to YN's wounds as best he could, bandaging them as carefully as possible to prevent infection. He could see the pain etched in every line of her face, but she remained stoic, refusing to let it show.
As he worked, Cassian couldn't help but admire YN's strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Despite the horrors she had endured, she remained unbowed, her spirit unbroken.
And as he looked into her eyes, Cassian knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, bound by a bond that was stronger than any wound.
Guilt weighed heavily on Cassian's shoulders as he tended to YN's wounds, his heart heavy with the burden of failure. He had sworn to protect his comrades, to keep them safe from harm, yet he had failed in his duty. YN, Azriel's lover and his right hand warrior, had suffered a grievous injury under his watch.
As he worked, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger at the enemy who had perpetrated such a cowardly act. Regret for not being able to prevent it. And above all, guilt for not being able to protect YN, a warrior he held dear to his heart.
He couldn't shake the feeling that he had let down not only YN but also Azriel, his best friend and brother-in-arms. Azriel trusted him to keep YN safe, and Cassian had failed him.
But amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, Cassian found solace in the quiet strength of YN, who endured her pain with a stoicism that spoke volumes of her resilience. Despite the loss of her wings, she remained unbroken, her spirit undiminished by the cruel hand fate had dealt her.
As he finished bandaging her wounds, Cassian looked into YN's eyes, seeking forgiveness in their depths. But instead of blame, he found understanding and acceptance, a silent reassurance that they would face whatever trials lay ahead together.
With a heavy heart, Cassian helped YN to her feet, supporting her with gentle hands as they prepared to return to the safety of the Night Court. And as they walked side by side, Cassian knew that he would do everything in his power to make amends for his failure, to ensure that YN's sacrifice would not be in vain.
As YN attempted to stand on her own, her weakened state became apparent. With each step, her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give way at any moment. Determination etched on her face, she pressed forward, determined to prove her strength.
But just as Cassian watched her with concern, her strength faltered, and she stumbled, her legs buckling beneath her. With a gasp, she fell back, only to be caught by Cassian's strong arms once again.
Cassian's heart clenched at the sight of YN struggling, her body betraying her fierce spirit. Gently, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her close to his chest as he held her securely.
"It's alright, YN," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil of her thoughts. "You don't have to do this alone. I've got you."
YN leaned into him, grateful for the comfort and strength he offered. She felt a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support, his presence a source of solace in the midst of her pain.
With Cassian's help, they made their way back to the safety of the Night Court, his steady stride carrying them forward with purpose. And as they walked, YN found reassurance in the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Cassian by her side, she would never have to face them alone.
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In the main room of the Night Court, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre sat in a solemn silence, their thoughts heavy with concern. Rhysand watched Azriel closely, sensing the tension that coiled beneath his calm exterior. He knew that Azriel was troubled, but the cause remained a mystery.
"Az," Rhysand began, his voice gentle yet probing. "You seem... on edge. Is everything alright?"
Azriel's jaw clenched, his expression guarded as he struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within him. "I'm... not sure," he admitted reluctantly. "Something doesn't feel right."
Feyre exchanged a worried glance with Rhysand before reaching out to place a comforting hand on Azriel's arm. "Whatever it is, we're here for you," she reassured him.
Azriel nodded, grateful for their support, but his mind was consumed with worry for YN. She and Cassian had been sent to the borders, and they hadn't returned as expected. The uncertainty gnawed at him, a cold dread settling in the pit of his stomach.
"It's YN," Azriel confessed, his voice heavy with concern. "She and Cassian were supposed to return from the borders, but... they haven't."
Rhysand's brows furrowed with concern as he absorbed the news. "Do you think something happened to them?"
Azriel shook his head, his unease growing with each passing moment. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I fear the worst."
As they sat in uneasy silence, the weight of their worry pressing down on them like a leaden sky, Azriel couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that hung over them. He knew that until they had answers about YN and Cassian's whereabouts, he wouldn't be able to find peace.
And so, with a heavy heart, Azriel resolved to do whatever it took to find them, to ensure that his beloved YN was safe and sound. For she was not just his lover, but his heart and soul, and he would move heaven and earth to bring her back to him.
A sudden crash shattered the tense silence in the main room of the Night Court, causing Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre to leap to their feet in alarm. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they rushed to the balcony, where they were met with a sight that sent chills down their spines.
There, standing amidst the wreckage, was Cassian, his arms cradling YN's limp form. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow and uneven, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior they knew her to be.
Without a word, Rhysand and Feyre rushed forward, their hands reaching out to help Cassian with his precious burden. Together, they carried YN inside, laying her gently on the nearest couch as they assessed her condition.
Azriel hovered nearby, his eyes fixed on YN's still form with a mixture of anguish and relief. He had feared the worst when Cassian hadn't returned, but seeing YN alive, even if unconscious, filled him with a sense of hope.
"What happened?" Rhysand demanded, his voice tight with concern as he turned to Cassian.
Cassian's jaw clenched, his eyes dark with worry as he recounted the events that had transpired at the borders. The ambush, the battle, and finally, YN's injuries. He spared no detail, his voice raw with emotion as he relived the harrowing ordeal.
As he spoke, Feyre tended to YN's injuries, her hands moving with practiced skill as she worked to stabilize her condition. Rhysand stood beside her, his gaze never leaving YN's face as he silently willed her to awaken.
And then, just as Cassian finished his tale, YN stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes met Azriel's, and in that moment, all the pain and worry melted away, replaced by the overwhelming relief of knowing that she was safe.
With tears in his eyes, Azriel reached out, his hand finding YN's and squeezing it tightly. "You're safe," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "That's all that matters."
As YN slowly regained consciousness, Azriel held her close, his heart pounding with relief at the sight of her awake and aware. He cradled her gently in his arms, whispering words of reassurance and love as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
But even as he held her, Azriel's worry lingered like a shadow, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of YN's injuries. He knew that she needed more than just his comfort; she needed the skilled hands of Madja, the court healer, to tend to her wounds.
Feyre, ever quick and resourceful, sprang into action without hesitation. With a determined look in her eyes, she rushed from the room, her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she made her way to Madja's chambers.
Azriel watched her go, his heart filled with gratitude for her swift action. He knew that Madja would do everything in her power to heal YN, to ease her pain and set her on the path to recovery.
As they waited for Feyre and Madja to return, Azriel held YN close, his arms a comforting anchor in the midst of uncertainty. He pressed kisses to her temple, her cheek, her lips, pouring all his love and devotion into each tender gesture.
And as he held her, Azriel vowed to do whatever it took to keep her safe, to protect her from harm and ensure that she never had to face such danger again. For she was not just his lover, but his heart and soul, and he would move heaven and earth to keep her by his side, safe and sound, for all eternity.
As Feyre returned with Madja in tow, the healer wasted no time in assessing YN's injuries. With a practiced eye, she examined the wounds where YN's wings had been severed, her expression grave as she took in the extent of the damage.
"This is serious," Madja murmured, her voice tinged with concern. "The risk of infection is high, especially given the manner in which the wings were cut off. We need to move her immediately."
Azriel's heart clenched at the severity of Madja's words, his fear for YN's well-being mounting with each passing moment. He knew that Madja was right; they couldn't afford to waste any time if they were to prevent further complications.
"What do we need to do?" Rhysand asked, his voice steady despite the worry etched on his face.
Madja turned to him, her expression determined. "We need to get YN to the healing chambers as quickly as possible," she explained. "There, I can perform the necessary treatments to cleanse the wounds and administer the proper medicines to stave off infection."
Without hesitation, Rhysand and Cassian sprang into action, moving to carefully lift YN from the couch and prepare her for transport. Azriel hovered close by, his eyes never leaving YN's face as he watched with bated breath.
As they carried YN from the room, Azriel walked alongside them, his hand clasped tightly in hers. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at his insides, but he drew strength from the knowledge that they were doing everything they could to save her.
Together, they made their way to the healing chambers, their hearts heavy with worry but filled with hope that Madja would be able to heal YN's wounds and set her on the path to recovery. And as they arrived at their destination, they knew that they would do whatever it took to ensure that YN emerged from this ordeal stronger than ever before.
As they carefully laid YN down on the healing bed, Rhysand leaned in close, his voice soft with concern. "YN, would you like me to take away the pain, just for a while? It may make it easier for you to bear."
YN's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Rhysand's with a mixture of gratitude and determination. Despite the agony she was undoubtedly experiencing, she shook her head weakly.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I want to feel everything. I need to know what's happening."
Rhysand and the others exchanged surprised glances, their brows furrowing with concern at YN's refusal of relief. But Azriel, ever understanding, placed a comforting hand on YN's shoulder, his eyes full of respect for her wishes.
"It's your decision, YN," he murmured, his voice filled with unwavering support. "We'll be here for you, no matter what."
YN managed a weak smile, her heart swelling with gratitude for Azriel's understanding. She knew that he, of all people, would respect her autonomy and her right to make her own choices, even in the face of adversity.
As Madja began her work, YN braced herself for the pain that would inevitably follow. She squeezed Azriel's hand tightly, drawing strength from his unwavering presence by her side.
Outside the healing chambers, the air was thick with tension as Rhysand, Cassian, and Feyre waited anxiously. They could hear YN's cries of pain echoing from within, each sound a dagger to their hearts as they struggled to imagine the agony she was enduring.
Rhysand paced back and forth, his jaw clenched with worry as he listened to YN's anguished cries. He longed to go to her side, to offer her comfort and support in her time of need, but he knew that Madja needed space to work her healing magic.
Cassian's fists were clenched at his sides, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he struggled to contain his emotions. YN was his closest friend, his confidante, and the thought of her suffering tore at his soul like nothing else.
Feyre stood beside them, her hands wringing nervously as she listened to YN's cries. She longed to offer her own healing abilities to ease YN's pain, but she knew that Madja was more than capable of handling the situation.
Meanwhile, inside the healing chambers, Azriel remained by YN's side, his heart breaking with each cry of pain that escaped her lips. He held her hand tightly, his touch a silent reassurance of his unwavering support and love.
As Madja worked her healing magic, Azriel leaned in close to YN, his lips brushing against her hand in a tender kiss. He whispered words of encouragement and love, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of her agony.
And though YN's screams and whimpers echoed throughout the Night Court, Azriel remained steadfast by her side, his presence a beacon of light in the darkness. For he knew that no matter how long the night may seem, dawn would eventually break, bringing with it the promise of a new day and the hope of healing and renewal.
As Madja finished her work and emerged from the healing chambers, Azriel stepped out to join the rest of the group. His eyes, usually so stoic and composed, were now filled with tears, a testament to the emotional turmoil he had endured while YN was undergoing treatment.
Rhysand, Cassian, and Feyre rushed forward to meet him, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. They could see the toll the ordeal had taken on Azriel, his usually unshakeable demeanor shaken by the fear of losing the woman he loved.
"Is she...?" Rhysand began, his voice trailing off as he searched Azriel's face for any sign of hope or despair.
Azriel nodded, a small but genuine smile touching his lips as he wiped away a stray tear. "She's going to be okay," he confirmed, his voice thick with emotion. "Madja managed to cleanse the wounds and prevent infection. YN will make a full recovery."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the group, the weight of worry lifting from their shoulders like a heavy burden lifted. Cassian clapped Azriel on the shoulder, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.
Feyre reached out, her hand finding Azriel's and squeezing it tightly. "I'm so glad she's going to be alright," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine relief.
Azriel nodded, his gratitude for their support evident in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I would have done without all of you."
As they stood together, united in their love and concern for YN, Azriel felt a sense of overwhelming gratitude wash over him. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they stood together, they would be able to weather any storm that came their way. And with YN on the path to recovery, he allowed himself to hope for a brighter future, filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
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Three weeks had passed since the harrowing incident that changed YN's life forever. In that time, she had undergone a transformation, both physically and emotionally. Though her bond with Azriel had grown stronger, the loss of her wings weighed heavily on her spirit.
Unable to work and grounded from the skies that had once been her sanctuary, YN found herself adrift, her sense of purpose shaken to its core. She spent her days sitting alone on the balcony, watching as the world carried on around her, feeling utterly powerless and useless.
Azriel did his best to support her, his love and devotion unwavering in the face of her pain and frustration. He sat by her side, holding her hand and offering words of comfort and reassurance, but he knew that nothing he said could erase the ache in her heart or the longing in her soul.
As the days stretched into weeks, YN found herself consumed by a sense of grief and longing for the life she had lost. She missed the freedom of the skies, the rush of wind beneath her wings, and the feeling of weightlessness as she soared through the clouds.
But as she gazed out at the horizon, her eyes filled with unshed tears, YN knew that she had to find a way to move forward, to forge a new path for herself in this unfamiliar world. She may never fly again, but she refused to let her wings be the only thing that defined her.
With Azriel's unwavering support and the love of her friends by her side, YN vowed to embrace this new chapter of her life with courage and resilience. She may be grounded for now, but she refused to let her spirit be tethered by the chains of despair.
And as she sat on the balcony, her heart heavy with sorrow yet filled with determination, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them head-on, with her head held high and her spirit unbroken. For she was not defined by her wings, but by the strength and courage that dwelled within her soul.
As Azriel returned from his duties as a spy, he found YN sitting alone on the balcony, lost in her thoughts. Without a word, he approached her, his footsteps silent against the cool stone floor. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close to him in a warm embrace.
YN leaned back into his embrace, feeling the strength and solidity of his presence surrounding her like a protective shield. She sighed softly, finding solace in the warmth of his touch, the familiar scent of his skin comforting and reassuring.
For a long moment, they simply stood there together, the only sound the gentle rustle of the breeze as it danced through the air. Azriel pressed a kiss to the top of YN's head, his lips lingering against her hair as he held her close.
"I'm here, YN," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing murmur against her ear. "You're not alone."
YN turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of gratitude and love. She reached up to cup his face in her hands, her touch gentle yet filled with an intensity that spoke volumes of her feelings for him.
"Thank you, Az," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "For always being here for me, even when I feel like I'm falling apart."
Azriel brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. "You never have to thank me, YN," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
And as they stood together on the balcony, their hearts entwined in a bond that could never be broken, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Azriel by her side, she would always find the strength to face them. For their love was a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding them through even the toughest of times, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
As YN turned to face Azriel, her heart heavy with uncertainty, she couldn't help but voice the fear that had been gnawing at her soul since the loss of her wings.
"Do you... love me less now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or hesitation.
Azriel's brow furrowed with concern as he met her gaze, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. He reached out to cup her face in his hands, his touch gentle yet filled with an intensity that took her breath away.
"Never, YN," he replied, his voice firm with conviction. "Not for a moment. Your wings were never what made me love you. It's your strength, your courage, your compassion... those are the things that make you who you are."
He brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the tears that shimmered in her eyes. "You are more than your wings, YN. You always have been, and you always will be. And nothing will ever change that."
YN's heart swelled with emotion at his words, her fears melting away in the warmth of his love. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as if to anchor herself to the truth of his words.
"Thank you, Az," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I love you."
Azriel pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin in a silent promise of forever. "And I love you, YN," he murmured, his voice filled with a depth of feeling that took her breath away.
And as they stood there together, wrapped in each other's arms, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Azriel's love to guide her, she would always find the strength to soar, even without her wings. For their love was a force of nature, unbreakable and eternal, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Azriel's lips met YN's in a tender kiss, a silent affirmation of his love and devotion. As they melted into each other's embrace, he trailed his fingers along the scars that marred her back, his touch gentle yet filled with reverence.
Each scar told a story of battles fought and sacrifices made, a testament to YN's strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Azriel traced the lines of each mark with care, his heart heavy with the weight of her pain and the depth of his love for her.
"You are so brave, YN," he murmured against her lips, his voice a soft whisper in the quiet of the night. "I admire you more than words can express."
YN's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who stood before her, his love a beacon of light in the darkness.
"I couldn't have made it through this without you, Az," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. "You're my strength, my rock."
Azriel pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her with a fierce protectiveness. "And you're mine," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "Always and forever."
And as they stood there together, their scars a reminder of the battles they had fought and the love that had seen them through, YN knew that no matter what the future held, as long as she had Azriel by her side, she would always find the strength to face it, one day at a time. For their love was a bond that transcended time and space, unbreakable and eternal, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
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✨“I can help her.”✨
Reader, he did. He helped her again and again. He spent time with her out in the garden; he helped her discover she was a seer; he gave her Truth-Teller, a blade he had never given to anyone. He saved her from Hybern’s war camps and would not let go of her until Rhys took her from his arms. He was with her through every step of her healing journey, so no wonder she fell for him.
I love them, your honor 😭❤️
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Wicked Felina (The Girl That I Love)
Azriel x Reader - Angst - Smut - MDNI
The darkness within her became his obsession. She was his. Didn’t she know? When Azriel spies his wicked mate with another male, when he kills that male, what he knows as life shifts eternally. No longer is there life. No longer is there death. There is only Felina. Felina who has many secrets.
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Warnings: threat of self-harm/suicide, assumed character death (you’ll see), implied rape/non-con (some gross, shitty males discussing it in a tavern), dub-con, violence, obsession, dark themes, sexual content
One hour ago
Rhysand
All Rhys knew was that when Azriel returned from what was supposed to be a short inspection of the Illyrian war camps, he was different. His shadows whirred violently; his eyes… there was a darkness in them that he’d not seen even within the depths of harrowing interrogations; and while his scent remained his usual cedar chilled mist an iron tang tinged it.
“Az?” Rhys asked cautiously, trailing his brother up the stairs
“Not now.” Azriel growled, clenched fists shaking, pupils blown wide, sweat beading his brow.
Rhys said nothing more, following the frantic male to his room. Well- until Azriel slammed the door shut in his face.
Message received.
A few minutes later, Azriel re-emerged into the living area, a packed duffel bag in tow.
“Az? Talk to me.” Rhys pleaded. Fighting against the urge to dive into his mind. Azriel’s shields were ironclad but Rhys could break through them if absolutely necessary.
“Just stop. I’m fine.” Azriel growled.
He sure as shit didn’t look fine.
“I need to go handle some personal things. I have never asked for leave for anything. Can you please just allow me a couple of weeks?”
The High Lord’s brows creased, voice raising “Weeks? With no provided reasoning?”
“I said that it was personal.”
“As your employer, I can accept that it’s personal. As your family, Az, come on. What happened?”
“I’m leaving whether you grant me this or not.”
Azriel and Rhysand had many battle-of-wills over the years but this was different. Rhys could feel it in the very marrow of his bones.
And Azriel’s demeanor - Fuck, he’d always been dangerous but he was outright predatory in the moment.
Rhys shook his head. “I should kick your ass for talking to me like this but fine - go. Two weeks, Azriel, and then you’re back here or I tear the world apart looking for you. You aren’t abandoning us without reason. I will not accept it.”
Azriel’s only response was a tick of the jaw before stepping out the front door and launching skyward at breakneck speed.
Rhys spent the next hour nursing a glass of whiskey, fighting an internal battle of leaving his brother be or going to find him. Just when he began to lose that battle and head out searching, Cassian burst through the door. His hair disheveled from the wind and caked with blood, his eyes puffy and red as if he’d been crying the entire flight.
Rhys froze in his tracks at the sight of his brother who took a few steps forward before falling to the floor, knees giving out as he let out a deep, world-shattering scream.
Rhys sent his darkness to caress his mind, gently prodding for what could have left Cassian in such a state only to be met with crushing waves of grief. Rhys pushed his consciousness with great effort to cut through the viscous surge of emotion desperate for any sense of clarity.
He’d almost reached his own daemati limit when he was abruptly greeted by flashes of memory. Snow painted bright-red with blood. Azriel laying limp. Ash arrows littering his body. Lifeless hazel eyes. Long dark hair. Red lips. Eyes darker than night. Sounds of a female voice screaming. Tears falling onto blood coated hands.
Suddenly Rhys was thrust from Cassian’s mind as he fought against the induced slumber. Cassian’s body shuttered as tears broke free once again. His words slurred as he tried to communicate within his half dazed state, “Go. Ste-steppes.” Another broken sob. “Az is d- Oh gods!” He cried out. “Dead. And s-she’s”
“Who?” Rhys’ mind flashed to the female crouched over Azriel, screaming.
“Oh fuck, R-rhys. Go!!!”
Cassian fell back into his dream state before Rhys could press further.
Rhys willed himself to remain as calm as possible. Fighting to keep his mental voice steady before the grief could overtake him as he called for Amren and Feyre.
Elain, who had been in the garden, would stay with Nyx. Amren would keep an eye on Cassian and throw additional wards up, while Feyre retrieved Nesta from the House of Wind. Once Feyre returned she would be able to soothe his mind.
Feyre’s mental voice wavered, heartbreak surging through the bond at the news, but she agreed to keep details private until Rhys understood exactly what had happened.
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Three weeks ago
Azriel
War Camp inspections had a way of bringing out the worst in Azriel. As if his tolerance level for Illyrians was not already at a miniscule level, these inspections always seemed to inflate the egos of the Illyrians. Camp Lords and their cronies marching into meetings with puffed out chests and mouths spewing hatred particularly grated on his typically infallible patience.
Azriel had been staying at the River House for some time now, carefully avoiding Elain as much as possible, and trying his best to avoid giving Rhys anything to pull rank over. And fuck, he was so tired after a day of negotiations. With nothing but tension awaiting him at home and overwhelming fatigue, he found himself at a shitty Inn in the Illyrian Steppes.
He’d seated himself at a small corner table, shrouding himself in shadow as he observed the belligerent patrons of Rosa’s Cantina, a shoddy tavern attached to the Inn.
“Witch.” He heard a group of males call her. Their eyes fixed on a stunning female swaying her hips in time to the music flowing from a rickety piano at the front of the bar.
Remaining silent, the Spymaster listened to the ruddy males lecherous conversation.
“I wouldn’t mind being under her spell.”
“You’ll sooner find your balls nailed to a stake than completion - even with tits like that it’s not worth it.”
Azriel snarled to himself. Even outside of the Illyrian camps, the males in the Steppes were abhorrent. Backwards in every way. The woman continued twirling, her raven-black hair flowing with each movement of her supple body.
“Not if I tie her down first.” A burly male chimed in, his slurred voice gruff.
“I’ll bet you five marks that you won’t survive the encounter with all of your appendages.”
“Look at what the whore is wearing. She wants it whether she knows or not.”
The brute of a male stumbled up to her and Azriel sighed to himself, he really didn’t want to get into it tonight. But….
The male put his greasy hands on her and Azriel instantly jolted upright, preparing to step in. She tried pulling away as the male yanked her into him. The female whirled in his arms, looking up to him like a lover. The male immediately dropped his arms, palms in the air as if placating a wild animal, he began stepping away slowly. When he turned around, Azriel noticed the blood drained from his face as he threw gold marks on the table and immediately left the cantina. The males only laughed and went back to their drinking.
“Wicked Felina” they called her.
“Eh? How much money have you won off the males she scares away now?” One of the patrons chimed in.
“Enough to cover these boys.” The male slapped the new pair of leather boots adorning his feet.
Azriel hadn’t seen what the male saw in her face when she looked to him but his shadows whispered to him.
“Darkness”
“Like calls to like”
“Look”
And maybe it was the stale mead he’d downed but he did. He strode right up to the female and could have sworn he felt time stand still as the patrons of the bar watched.
He didn’t touch her, only spoke in a low tone, “May I have a dance?”
The female whirled towards him and Azriel had to fight to keep his footing steady. Before him stood the most breathtaking female he’d ever seen.
Her eyes met his and his heart sputtered as he stared into the depth of them. Blacker than night, constellations and blood and something “other” swimming inside of them. He could sense her darkness and instead of his typical urge to question, it drew him in like metal to a magnet.
As she took him in, he heard her heart skip a beat for only a moment, before that darkness invaded his senses once again. No, it wasn’t darkness to run away from at all. It was alluring, captivating, dangerous. And he wanted to drink it all in.
“You are a brave male.” She spoke with a slight, unfamiliar accent. So similar to those of Velaris but with something else mixed in.
Azriel’s shadows whirled around the female, winding through her hair and between her fingers. She didn’t balk from them, she only remained intensely focused on him.
Her scent surrounded them and he couldn’t breathe the female in deeply enough.
An hour later he found himself driving into her. Her breasts bouncing so beautifully that he nearly came from the sight alone. He’d spent so long fisting his cock as he fantasized of Elain that he’d forgotten just how glorious the feel of a tight cunt wrapped around him felt. And this female, Felina, her moans were like a sirens call, drawing him so deeply into her that he didn’t know where she ended and he begun.
He would have gone slowly with her, tenderly, worshipped every centimeter of cool, exposed skin, but she had begged him so prettily to fuck her until she forgot what she was. Who was he to deny a female who knew exactly what she wanted. He’d never fucked a female so hard and still she pleaded for more, sensing that he was holding back. When he finally let go of his restraint, he had to dig his nails into her moonlight pale flesh just to keep her from sliding away. She bit her lip and held his gaze through every thrust. Those damning eyes looking at him like she could read every fucking tendril of his own inner-void.
When she came, he came with her. The Inn shaking with the intensity of their combined orgasms. As he came down from the high, the darkness in her eyes banked momentarily a deep, blue flashing in them before once again overtaking them. He gasped sharply as a snap yanked in his chest. Gold tethering him to her.
“Mate” his shadows sang
“Our mate, our mate.”
Azriel’s breathing grew frantic. She climbed out of the bed, her exposed backside red from the slaps he’d pressed to her round ass. “Did you feel that?”
She turned her head over her shoulder, those eyes meeting his again. “Feel what?”
Azriel’s heart sank. “Nothing.”
“Hm.” She shrugged. “Intresting.” And poured a glass of water from a pitcher on an oak dresser with nonchalance. As if they hadn’t just had life-altering sex, like the ground itself hadn’t shook with the force of their coupling.
Her mouthwatering breasts bounced with each step toward him, her lightly toned abdomen baring silver, faded scars.
“Who gave you those?” Azriel asked.
“I’m as willing to talk about them as you are about those.” She nodded toward his hands.
Touché
“Curiosity can be a dangerous thing.” She stated before bringing his head to her chest and running delicate fingers through his hair until he drifted into a deep slumber full of darkness and a golden thread.
When he woke, she was gone.
And he would have thought he’d dreamt it all, had it not been for the nearly-healed crescent moon imprint of her nails littering his body. He hummed in satisfaction at the sight.
He only hoped that next time she’d leave marks deep enough to scar. He should have staked his claim on her too.
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Two weeks ago
Azriel
He searched for her, frantically, day in and day out but she was nowhere to be found. How could he have found his mate and been so foolish to lose her in such a short period of time. He hadn’t even told her his name.
Eventually, he had to take pause, and venture into the camps due to a couple of missing Illyrians. Through his questioning, he’d found that the males were shaking, reporting a fanged creature that swept from the trees and picked off several of their men, one by one. When they returned to reclaim the bodies, all that was left were scattered body parts. Fingers, tongues, and cocks mostly.
He remembered the whispers in the taverns of “Wicked Felina.” Surely it was just paranoia.
Azriel returned to the tavern each night, hiding outside within his shadows. She was never there.
His patience was infallible, no amount of space or time would deter him. He would find his mate, he would embrace that pit of darkness dwelling within her - even if she were the creature the men were speaking of. She hadn’t hurt him, she’d only awoken something within him. His Felina may be dark but she is not the villain. She couldn’t be.
He pushed the sight of the ghostly pale brute running away from her at Rosa’s far into the back of his mind.
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One week ago
Azriel
Something tugged at him that night, urged him to find her again. Felina had become the focal point of his thoughts, consumed with her 24/7.
He was a desperate male, he wanted - no, needed - to know every piece of this dark anomaly. Mind, body, spirit. He’d sought someone whose light cast upon his obsidian soul for so long - finding hope in the radiant enigma that is Mor and the gentle, sweet presence of Elain. But all along the mother knew he needed someone who could step into his shadow and find solace. When Felina stared into his eyes, he knew she saw it, saw home. He saw it in her too.
She was so new to him and yet so familiar.
His brothers would tell him he was infatuated, that this was just another Mor, but they would be so far from the truth. This was a need, as essential to him as water or air. He thrummed with desire for his Wicked Felina.
She was the other half of his soul and he would not lose out on the opportunity to make her his.
Tonight was the night, she’d be there, he felt it deep within.
And she was.
Not inside. No, in a dark corner of the alley adjacent to Rosa’s Cantina. With a silver haired High-Fae male, nearly as tall as Azriel, muscled, well-groomed.
And she - her back was pressed against the wall. Her head flung back from the crook of his neck it where her face had been burrowed, pure ecstasy written all over those seductive features. A moan escaping her plush lips.
And then he saw it. Blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
No.
No.
This couldn’t be.
He HURT her. She didn’t want this. Didn’t she know that he was her soul-bonded mate? She wouldn’t fuck someone in the dark corner of an alley willingly.
Didn’t she know she was better than that? Didn’t she know she was everything?
Visions of the scars on her abdomen and of the male who joked about tying her down to have his way with her came to mind.
No. Not his Felina. Nobody would harm her now that she was his.
Azriel didn’t think further as he barreled for them, unsheathing truth-teller and slitting the males throat before he could even lock eyes with him.
Felina let out a quiet inhale of shock, onyx eyes blown wide.
“No. No. No.” She dropped to the male. Her nostrils flaring at the sight of him, his bloodied neck, checking for a pulse.
There was none.
Felina looked up to him with near-black, pleading eyes. “Azriel.”
And despite the peril of the moment, the fact that he clearly misread the situation, his name rolling off those pretty red lips made it all worth it.
Until the thought occurred to him. He’d never told her his name. “How?”
“Az….” Her voice cracked, the slightest bit of silver lined her eyes before darkness began radiating from her, rage filling those deeper than night eyes. Her voice became cold, deadly. “I told you that curiosity was dangerous.”
Shouts from bystanders rang out, creating panic among the villagers.
“You need to go now. They’ll recognize you.”
He paused, mouth gaping as she looked to him. He knew what she was saying but remained frozen in place.
“Azriel, please!” She cried.
There it was. His name again. Had she been as taken by him as he was by her? Had she sought him out too?
It was then that she unsheathed a dagger and held it to her own throat. “If you don’t leave, I will end it all right now.”
If he’d have looked closely, he would have seen the way her hand shook, the way she couldn’t quite touch the blade to her pale skin.
“I will find you again, Felina.” He vowed - threatened - Don’t even think about escaping me. You’re mine.
“Go.” She mouthed.
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Four hours ago
Azriel
Staying away for days was impossible. When she’s wander at night, he’d watch her from afar, remaining unseen. The small village mourned the dead male, apparently the esteemed ruler of this shit hole place. He caught glimpses of a mourning Felina. He felt something in the bond but he couldn’t quite make it out.
Resentment, perhaps? Jealousy? Longing?
And despite the black apparel she donned through the village, her face remained neutral with only a tinge of sadness.
Villagers whispered as she walked by. She paid them no mind.
He imagined they likely suspected the death was over her. Azriel’s shadows reported he had a wife. Why would his Felina sleep with a married male? If he was willing to cheat on his wife with her, he couldn’t have been a good male. Azriel did right by the females for eliminating him from the picture, right?
It was then that a flash of auburn appeared. The male’s wife with several large males behind her carrying torches. “Whore!” She spat. “Only fucking my husband wasn’t good enough, was it?”
“You had to sleep around with another male, one you surely had under your spell, just as you had with mine. You vile witch! And now my husband is dead because some enchanted soul grew jealous over you. You will burn for this!”
Suddenly she was placed in shackles, his shadows zooming into her vision. She must have noticed them as she whipped her head searching for him. She mouthed “no”, shaking her head in the direction his shadows raced off to. They came back.
“Blue not black. Blue not black.”
“Still beating. Still beating.”
“Mate. Mate. Mate.”
It was then that wings burst out of her back. Like Illyrian wings but white, the light casting a holographic range of gentle hues of blues and purple, and pinks. Talons emerged from her nails, but her lovely face remained impassive.
His shadows stirred aggressively.
“Alike. Alike. Alike.”
Another shadow shot back to him, beginning to report something when Azriel saw the pyre lighting in town as the villagers threw obscenities in her direction.
Felina held her head high, accepting her fate so easily.
The fire grew and Azriel once again acted on instinct. They couldn’t take her from him. And to burn her? Rage roared within him.
Azriel flew in, obliterating the large males jerking her toward the fire.
“The Shadowsinger!” someone cried out. Azriel saw nothing but Felina and the rising flames. Never would his mate be subjected to licks of flame marring her flesh. She was far too precious to burn.
Anyone who tried to lay hands on he or Felina were eviscerated. “The key!” She cried, pointing to a dead male. She ran toward it. Azriel launched in front of her, his speed overtaking hers as he retrieved it. She caught the key but her talons made it impossible to unlock the chains quickly. Azriel grabbed the key, unshackling her, the talons and wings disappearing.
“We have to go!” She shouted. Azriel caught her, launching skyward, right as an arrow shot toward them, and straight into Azriel’s back. He fought through it, he had to get her to safety. Another arrow flew through the air, narrowly missing Felina. The attempt on his mate triggering a knee-jerk reaction in Azriel who turned to send a blast of power at the bastard shooting the arrows.
He was struck in the side as another arrow met him. Azriel shot another blast of power in the direction that it came from.
Azriel could feel power rumbling under Felina’s surface. “We don’t have time! You’re hurt.”
Azriel bit back a cry at the pain radiating through his body, the blood not slowing as it should. He began feeling faint, fevered. He struggled through it, needing to make it as far away as he could but his vision began to blur as his body weakened. Felina was crying out something but he couldn’t hear her. All there was was pain and the cool press of her body against his. Gods, she was so cold.
“We need to land, Azriel! You can’t make it further.” She commended. He felt the sting of her palm on his face. “Wake up! Land!”
The slap along with her frantic voice roused Azriel enough to land them, very roughly. He crashed down on top of her.
“Felina….” He rasped.
“Shh.” She hushed him. “Save your breath. I’m okay.” Reassuring him through staggered breaths. “We need to get you to help.”
Azriel placed a hand on hers. “Too far. There’s nothing.”
“There’s got to be something!” She choked out.
Commotion erupted from the trees as a group of males from the village drew toward them. Their torches lighting the night and their bows drawn and ready.
Azriel used the little remaining might he had to push himself up. Felina throwing herself on top of him, her hands coated in his blood.
“I’m sorry for this, Azriel.” She spoke and ripped the poisoned arrow out of him, stabbing it right into her bicep. “Fuck!” She cursed. Suddenly the talons and wings were back. Her scent shifted into something so fucking familiar that it made Azriel’s heart ache, and screams echoed as she shot bursts of power at them. The range was short and the damage limited but it slowed them.
A commotion distracted the group of males as flares of red shot from the brush. A large winged male approaching from the night.
“Cass.” Felina whispered in awe.
Azriel’s vision went dark again, his conscious only picking up on words as the males screaming became less and less with each blast of power from Cassian and Felina.
A light caress came over Azriel’s mind, stroking it into submission, his pain easing. This was it. He wasn’t going to make it out of here.
And at that moment the caress broke free, Felina releasing a piercing scream. He tried moving, tried to console his mate, but the arrow that had just lodged in his heart was too much.
Azriel fought to see her one last time, her darkened eyes now shining like the night itself.
“Mate.” He whispered.
“I know, Azriel. I know.” She sobbed. Caressing his face with those delicate, chilly hands.
All Azriel remembered was the darkness embracing him once again. The pain easing as he heard Cassian’s voice.
“How?” Cassian’s booming voice cracked.
“Later, Cassian. He needs help.” Her voice was so pitiful. Broken.
Azriel’s breathing grew so shallow, that sweet darkness lulling him, even his shadows were silent. All he saw in his mind was her but she was fading. Her touch no longer registering to his senses.
He tried fighting it but there was no use as Azriel took his final breath.
“He’s dead, Cassian.”
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Two hours ago
Cassian
Cassian had never flown so fast in his life.
Oh gods, his brother was dead. The female, she refused to leave his side until he left to get Rhys.
His mind roared at him that he should have brought her with him. But why? Who was she?
Who was she to Azriel?
All he could remember as the tears flowed freely was that his brother was dead. That he heard the call for help from the village, that the Shadowsinger had gone mad, only to find a group of men on the attack and his brother incapacitated.
He had to get to Rhys quickly and let him know about Azriel, about the female.
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Present
Rhysand
Rhys winnowed to the vicinity of where Cassian had been in the memories when he’d held his mind. He flew until he found the bodies of several men. This was the clearing Cassian had been in and in the center of the clearing was caked blood.
Caked blood and no Azriel. No female.
But the blood, there was so much. He couldn’t have survived.
Right?
——————
Two hours ago
Azriel
The darkness on Azriel’s mind eased only slightly. The crippling pain too much to bear.
He opened his eyes to his version of heaven, to his mate’s face. The arrow removed from her arm.
He was in so much pain only managing to rasp out, “Can’t leave you.”
“You have to make a choice now.” She cupped his hand. “There was no other way.” She spoke to herself more than him. “There’s no way Cassian could have made it back in time.”
She was trying to convince herself. His decision was already made.
She shook her head, bracing herself for his response. “You have only a few moments left.”
The black fog cleared from his mind, every ounce of pain returning, but his eyes opened.
“Look at me, Azriel.”
He blinked and where her canines had been were sharp fangs. “I can save you but I can’t guarantee this existence is worth it. I am still figuring it out for myself.”
To his credit, Azriel didn’t balk. A chance to be with his mate… his Felina. He groaned as he turned his head, exposing his neck to her.
“Azriel, if I do this. You are bound to me. I know I’m your mate but you don’t know me. What if I’m… too much? Can you bare that?”
He tried to speak. She would never be too much. He only kept his neck exposed, a warning rattle escaping his chest.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, as she pressed her fangs into his neck.
Blinding light erupted through him along with the worst pain he’d felt in centuries. Tears fell from those otherworldly eyes of night onto his neck.
He fought through the pain, biting back screams. He would be strong for her.
As she drank, she caressed his hair. A slight whimper and the scent of arousal escaping her. She tensed as she recognized the scent. And he could feel a hint of shame from her end of the bond.
Azriel had only heard legends of vampyr’s. Stories told in the camps to scare children who were prone to wandering off and now here she was feeling shame for her own body’s response to having him at the most intimate level.
As she drank, little gulps escaping her, he felt his strength returning. He raised a hand and grabbed her breast, massaging it as she lapped at his blood. A silent communication that whatever she was feeling did not frighten him, was not unwelcome.
Her body relaxed only slightly but he could sense her relief.
The pain began subsiding and Azriel’s strength had already returned in full, in excess, even.
Her drinking slowed and she fought against the urge to keep drinking, the greedy need for blood raging through her.
Azriel raised his hand from her breast to her face, stroking his thumb across her cheek. She leaned into it, grounding herself.
Suddenly she pulled herself off, gasping. Her chest heaving. Pain filled her eyes as she stared up at him. But he felt… incredible. Euphoric.
And there his mate was, reeking of sweet arousal. Chest heaving. Trickles of blood dripping from her mouth.
“You have to go now, Azriel. Get what you need and come back to me.”
He could hardly think. His need to be inside of her overwhelming every sense.
“Azriel. Listen!” She spoke firmly. “You have a couple of hours at most. Go home, get any healing tonics or sedatives that you may have, clothes, and blankets and come right back here.”
“I don’t-“ he started.
“You will. Can you still winnow?”
Azriel nodded. Had he winnowed in front of her before?
“Go. Now. Before Cassian gets home and bombards you with questions.”
Azriel didn’t want to leave, growing irate at the thought of it.
“I know it’s hard for you to leave. It’s a culmination of our newly tethered bond and likely the mating bond, Azriel.”
He stayed in place.
Finally she approached him. Staring straight past his eyes and into the depths of his soul as the urge to obey her taking overtook him. “Go now.”
Without another word, he left, winnowing directly to the River House, collecting a bag, and leaving Rhys with far too many questions. He prayed to the mother that he wouldn’t track him.
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One week later
Azriel
She’d begged him not to take her but she was declining far too quickly. They’d spent the past seven days in a daze. He had quickly gone from euphoric to delirious once returning from the River House.
And just as he’d made a life altering choice to be eternally bonded to her when she’d turned him, Felina made the choice to accept the mating bond by allowing him to feed off of her.
The combination of blood lust and the mating frenzy sent him into a spiral. They barely talked in the past few days, they’d have eternity to do that. He spent more time inside of her than out but she… she refused to feed off of him, citing that it was too risky with his newly turned state. When he wasn’t rutting into her, he was hunting for game but the blood wasn’t enough for her. He cursed himself for taking so much of her blood in his frenzied state.
She repeatedly asked that he not take her to his family but they would understand. It was the only option at this point. Her scent began shifting into that strange familiar aroma again, the darkness of her eyes swirling with flecks of blue. That “other” aspect to her diminishing slightly.
As she fought her consciousness, she barely managed to whisper “There’s more.” before going unconscious.
He’d waited so long to find his mate.
She’d saved him.
He didn’t want to go against her wishes but her condition was deteriorating rapidly. Her fever raising, her once-cool skin now burning as whimpers escaped her lips.
He did the only thing he could and prayed to the Mother that Felina would forgive him.
He flew her home.
They landed on the River House lawn in the middle of the night. Rhys appeared with a crack of thunder to confront the threat that breached his wards. Feyre, Elain, Cassian, and Nesta rushing out behind him, their eyes wide with shock.
Rhys shuddered, falling to his knees before his brother. “Azriel. Thank the mother you’re home.” He sobbed.
Felina let out a pitiful moan. Sweat beading on her brow. Her cool skin now radiating waves of heat. She slowly, weakly opened her weary eyes, the swirling black now bleeding into a blend of ultraviolet blue.
Rhys approached the female in his arms, Azriel tightening his grip on her. Time stood still as Rhys gently touched her face, carefully turning her head toward him. His face of relief crumpling into something earth shattering, the mountains quaking as he fell to his knees.
Azriel started, “This is Felina, my m-“
Rhys interrupted shaking his head as let out pained, joyous laughter. “No, Az.” He choked out. “Not Felina.”
Fighting to regain composure, Rhys clarified. “That’s Y/N.”
Azriel gasped as those now violet-blue eyes peered up into his, his jaw dropping as he carefully went to his knees with her in his arms.
That scent. Those eyes of night. Azriel’s mate was-
Rhys gave a disbelieving smile his voice again breaking at the sight before him.
“My sister.”
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A/N: Thank you for reading! For now, this is a one-shot. I have left openings in the story with the potential for it to become a series or at least part two with an explanation but have not yet decided.
This fic is loosely inspired by an old-western song called “El Paso” that I listened to growing up with my grandmother. The song is where I chose my pen name of “Felina” from. You may also recognize “Wicked Felina” as the title of the final episode of the show “Breaking Bad”
ACOTAR general tag list: @lilah-asteria
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hlizr50 · 1 day
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I was shown a post this morning (I think it was from Tumblr, but I'm not 100% sure) where someone asked if maybe something was LOST IN TRANSLATION because so many Gwynriel shippers aren't native English speakers.
Now...
I'm going to give this person the benefit of the doubt and believe that they truly don't mean anything negative by the question, even though the implications are... harmful to say the least.
Here's the deal, guys.
There are Gwynriel shippers all around the world because there are ACOTAR readers all around the world. The ship is not localized to a region or a language.
When people read books, the words on the page send a message. Sometimes, if we're super casual readers, the messaging is limited or we don't read a ton into it. For other readers who choose to delve deep into how the author writes to try to understand what might come next, it is obviously a bigger investment.
But at the end of the day, we all read the SAME BOOK (and bonus content) and those words made us all feel different ways. Made us want or predict different things. And that's all well and good. The problem comes up when we try to explain why we feel the way that we do.
I'm an engineer. Even though I enjoy creative writing and art, my brain is practical. I like having evidence. I like being able to identify trends and make an educated prediction based on them. As someone who ships Gwynriel, I have never denied that there are canonical moments where Azriel and Elain have some level of... something. On page. It would be ignorant of me to say that those moments don't exist. However, for the most part FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN, when a Gwynriel shipper tries to use canonical evidence to support their ship -- WHICH EXISTS -- it's a constant barrage of 'that's not what that means' or 'how could you read that romantically?' or 'Gwyn is just a side character'. And then there are the blatant hypocrisies, like how Azriel saving Elain from Hybern is romantic but Azriel saving Gwyn at Sangravah should never be mentioned ever again.
I guess what this long-winded ramble is trying to say is that there's nothing lost in translation. We've read the same story, and we believe Gwynriel makes sense. We lean on canon and trends in the author's style to support the ship, and then we headcanon the hell out of it, because fandom is supposed to be fun like that. Some people read the story and believe that Elriel makes sense, and that's perfectly fine. But don't come at a Gwynriel shipper, attacking their textual evidence with your headcanon that Elain was barely existed in ACOSF bc she was apparently training to be a spy and she and Azriel were falling in love completely off-page with nothing to show for it.
And don't you dare make an implication so blatantly out of bounds like blaming it on some strange translation error that somehow miraculously makes Gwynriel makes sense, but only if it's not in English. Like... give me a break. And... think about what you're saying. For A SINGLE MOMENT.
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animezinglife · 3 days
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Do you think Eris and/or Lucien ever pull the firebreathing trick when they get drunk?
Asking for a friend.
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glossamerfaerie · 21 hours
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I have this headcanon that Nesta’s pegasus** DOES NOT like Cassian. Her pegasus is definitely a black stallion and super aggressive with Fae men, but absolutely adores Nesta and her friends. He’ll allow mane braiding, petting, spoiling with apples and sugar cubes, etc. He’s an absolute sweetheart with the Valkyries, Priestesses, Nyx, and the Archeron sisters.
But Cassian? No, sir. The Pegasus will not let Cassian *breathe* safely. Lots of growling and snorting whenever Cassian is within ten feet. He WILL bite if Cassian attempts to stroke his mane. Even the delicious sugar cubes won’t help Cassian; the Pegasus simply glowers disdainfully and ignores until someone else offers the treat. Cassian is very sad about this.
Nesta does not improve matters by being EXTRA affectionate toward her Pegasus whenever Cassian is around. Or by going on long flights without Cassian whenever Nesta wants alone time. Or by saying things like “you’re my favorite black-haired winged-creature to ride.” This last one is Cassian’s breaking point; he storms out of training while Gwyn, Azriel, and Emerie collapse with laughter. Cassian is especially bitter that the Pegasus has warmed up to Azriel, so he can’t even pretend that the Pegasus has a problem with Illyrians. To rub salt in the wound, Gwyn’s Pegasus *loves* Az (shadow-petting is extremely useful when Gwyn is busy).
Things do change eventually. There’s some battle or conflict (idk just imagine something bloody). And of course Cassian, the overprotective brute, sees a sneak attack from behind and lunges to protect his mate mid-air. The attacker plummets and dies in a very painful manner.
After watching Cassian’s actions, the Pegasus decides that perhaps Cassian deserves Some Rights after all. He still won’t allow prolonged petting or Cassian to sit on him (in his defense, do you want a large Illyrian brute to sit on you? Don’t answer that). But the Pegasus will allow occasional pets and sugary tweets.
Nesta has been publicly amused by this saga for a while but also secretly worried that her two males can’t get along. So the new peace is a big relief to her. She also doesn’t *want* to always fly without company. Alone time is nice, but do you know what’s nicer? Racing with Cassian to see who can reach their destination faster. Nesta loves flying with her two favorite males.
(However, Nesta still maintains that Cassian is her *second* favorite black-haired winged-creature to ride. The man’s ego is dangerous if left unchecked)
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** The Pegasus colors are inspired by this amazing artwork that lives rent-free in my brain. I’m sure that Nesta is black, Gwyn is white, and Emerie is brown/gold. Not sure about the genders of the other Pegasus — I think Gwyn has a mare but I’m unsure about Emerie.
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lullabestie14 · 1 day
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He’s here. Its Lucien, its really not that deep
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rivendalereader · 1 day
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Antis..
“Azriel shadows skitter from Elain! They know something’s up they are scared of her”
Meanwhile his shadows..
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Soo does this mean something is off with Azriel? Do his shadows think he’s bad?are his own shadows scared of him?🙃
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milswrites · 23 hours
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The embers that remain
~ Eris Vanserra X Reader
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Summary: Eris tells you some unwanted news.
Warnings: angst, angst and more angst.
Notes: Gotta keep these break up fics flowing.
It started with the wavering touches. The way Eris’s usually firm hands now hesitantly hovered over your body, afraid to close the space between you.
Then it was the way he couldn’t quite look you in the eyes. His amber eyes always opting to stare elsewhere whenever he was in your presence.
The final straw was the stale turn your conversations had taken. The fact that no matter how hard you tried to pull answers from the male he remained as silent as the grave.
But what bothered you the most was the guilt ridden expression which failed to leave his face. His permanently furrowed brows and drooping frown marring his once handsome features.
For a while you allowed him to get away with it, accepting the new sullen persona of which he had adopted. Though once the dark bags had begun to grow under his tired eyes and his cheekbones had sunken into his pale skin, you decided that enough was enough.
That whatever burden Eris had opted to try and carry on his own needed to be shared. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for the Autumn Prince and if needing to share the weight of his problems would enable him to feel better, then you would hold up entire mountains for the male you loved so dearly.
It took numerous attempts for you to stir him from his turbulent thoughts. Your concerned voice and comforting hand coaxing him from his fortified mind. Gently squeezing his knee until the clouds which fogged his whiskey eyes had dissipated, his smoky orbs still failing to meet your own even as they cleared.
“Please my love,” you hummed softly, kneeling before where he was sat, hands clasped on both his thighs, as you looked up at the dejected male, “Share your worries with me. You needn’t battle them alone Eris, not when you have me.”
Your comforting words drew his pained amber eyes to finally meet your warming ones. His brows knitting together in distress, Eris slowly shook his head at you, the Prince tried to deny your gracious offer of help.
Trying to encourage the male to open up you pressed on, “My love there is nothing you could say or do that would ever change my opinion of you. You’re hurting Eris, let me help you.”
You didn’t miss the flash of anger which briefly crossed his harrowed face, the twitching of his nose and slight lift of his lips into a snarl. But you felt no fear, somehow knowing the fury wasn’t directed at you.
“I’m here to listen Eris,” you urged him to speak, begging eyes wide as they searched across his gaunt face, “I could never judge you.”
“But you will!” he finally seethed, teeth slightly bared as his chest rattled which each breath he took. “You will judge me” he cried, his voice breaking as the words fell from his trembling lips.
“No Eris. . . I’d never. Whatever it is it’ll be ok, we can figure it out together” you reasoned giving his thigh another reassuring squeeze from where you were sat on the floor.
“No we won’t” he denied, head still shaking lowly, that cursed expression of grief never faltering from his troubled face.
It was a tense minute of silence before either of you spoke again, but then the source of Eris’s worries tumbled from his lips, “I am to be wed to a woman from one of the outlying cities before the next harvest.”
His words were a knife to the heart. Whilst there had always been the hovering prospect that Eris would have to do his duty to his court and marry another, the two of you had been so caught up in the blazing inferno of your love to ever allow the doubts of the possible reality to cross your minds.
“How long have you known this?” You ask in shock, trying your best to recall when Eris’s sudden change in attitude had began.
The Autumn Prince blanched at your question, clearly having known the answer for longer than he has let on.
“How long Eris?” You repeated solemnly, slipping your hands from where they were resting on his legs to instead consciously knit them together on your lap.
“Two. . .three months?” He shamefully mumbled, a gasp catching in your throat at the revelation of just how long he had kept this secret, “I wanted to wait to tell you. I hoped I didn’t have to at all, that I’d find a way out of it. That it’d never come to this.”
“So you thought you’d just hide it from me for three months? When were you going to tell me you were to be wed Eris, when you were halfway down the aisle?”
“I wanted to tell you” he defended weakly, drawing in another long, shaky breath, “But telling you makes it real and that reality I just couldn’t bear facing.”
“But here we are” you stated, eyes lining with watery tears.
“Here we are” Eris sighed in confirmation, quivering hand reaching out to clasp onto your own. The burning heat from his palm a painful reminder of the comforting heat he had provided you these long years you had spent together.
“So this is it?” You croaked, voice already hoarse from the flood of emotion that had overcome your senses.
“It doesn’t have to be,” he reasoned stubbornly, “we can work something out, see each other still. I can buy a house for you where we can meet.”
You turned your face from the male in disappointment, “I won’t be your dirty secret Eris. I can’t be. Your wife-” your voice cracked at the title, “your wife deserves you in your entirety. Deserves the chance to love you as deeply as I have been able to.”
Flames raged in Eris’s eyes at your refusal to fight, at the dismissive way you had already written of your relationship as a lost cause.
“I won’t love her, never. She’s not you, she never will be. She may be my wife but she’ll never have my heart, that will be yours forever” Eris cried, the heat he was emitting in his burning rage was enough to boil the crystalline tears which fell down his cheeks.
“I’ve always thought you’d make the most wonderful husband Eris,” you weeped opting not to tell him that you had always assumed you would be his bride, “I know you’ll treat her right. That you’d be a good husband. A good father.”
“But it’s not with you!” He sobbed, cursing the gods for the cruel fate he was handed. Losing his faith in the Mother for her misguided choices.
“I’ll always be grateful for the time we were allowed to share my love” you consoled, bringing your free hand to brush back the red locks which had fallen in front of his eyes, “we’ve had such wonderful adventures and I’ll treasure them forever. But. . .we’ve always known your duties would have to come first in the end. We both just chose to become blind to it.”
“We’ve still got time” he begged, leaning his head into your soothing palm, “there’s two months till harvest yet.”
“No my love” you answered, words cutting deeply into Eris’s heart, “That’s not fair. It’s already hard enough as it is. Take the time to move on from me, to ready yourself for another.”
“I’ll never move on, not completely” he promised, warm lips coming to meet your tender palm.
“You’re so strong my love. You will find happiness again” you assured him, confident eyes meeting his own broken gaze.
Eris wasn’t sure how even in the face of adversity you were able to tell the male exactly what he needed to hear. But he was certain that no other woman would ever hold a candle to the force of nature that was you. And as the flickering flame in his eyes dulled into a pitiful ember, Eris swore that he would never allow himself to forget you. That despite your orders to move on, his heart would belong to you in its entirety until the day his fire extinguished.
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the-darkestminds · 2 days
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Respect to Feyre for letting Elain have her privacy when it comes to her feelings about Lucien bc if it were me and my sister I would be so up in her business demanding to know why she didn’t like him 🤚
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itsswritten · 2 days
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I’ve honestly loved stepping into this fandom so so much, it brought me excitement and inspiration during a time where I’ve felt so lost. I feel as though I’ve actually kind of made connections and friends here with people who have a genuine common interest with me and it’s so magical…But this space is slowly becoming so negative.
I’m know I’m not the only one who comes here to read or write, create art etc as a way to escape and connect with others…but recently this safe space has felt so tainted.
The bullying, the abuse, the obsessive ship wars has bred the most repulsive vile negative energy that I physically can’t even bring myself to finish acosf. I actually feel heartbroken for sjm, imagine building these worlds, creating these characters for us, for people to then shred one another online in the name of it.
I don’t get it. It’s not real. I know we love these characters, and gods I wish this world was real, but it isn’t. What is real are all the people that are getting torn down—why are you doing this to one another? You are hurting the very people who love something just as dearly as you. Do you not see how lovely this could all be? How amazing that we all love this one thing, but instead of bonding over this, it’s become so divisive and argumentative.
I don’t know, it just feels a bit weird in the fandom at the moment. I wish there was a way for me to filter out the noise and just focus on the magical parts.
I’m just rambling anyway :/ I should probably shut up! I’ve written some more of wtscft but I might wait to share the next parts when things feel a little more positive. 🤍
Anyway big kisses to you all, mwah! - Lottie
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