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[imxnotxhere]

Acotar Men Fic Recs

** Updated 09/02/2024 **

I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry

Azriel (drabbles)

@gothicbabydollz

az spitting in your mouth - smut

@princess-tulip-writes

az pleasuring his mate with truthteller - smut, big fan of truthteller

@fieldofdaisiies

azriel... - fluff, smut

azriel's hands - fluff, smut

Rhysand

@azsazz

dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au

the lord's work - smut

if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader

just hold on - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass

what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader

@tadpolesonalgae

mine - smut, check warnings!

knocked up - smut

vampire!rhysand drabble - smut

professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut

soothing - fluff, aftercare

@leafsandstarlight

easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut

@azrielbrainrot

my body keeps saying it's yours - smut

@writingsbychlo

home to us - fluff

rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?

@azrielscrown

mirror mirror - smut

daylight - fluff

@acourtofwhatthefuck

shrinking violet - smut

@shadowdaddies

if i catch you i fuck you - smut

Cassian

@azsazz

mirror mirror - smut

take it - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@tadpolesonalgae

on the strategy board - smut

pools of sunlight - fluff

@leafsandstarlight

halley's comet - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut - az x cass x reader

Eris

@acourtofmenandthirst

runaway - angst, smut

fox hunting - smut

closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au

smut blurb

smut blurb II

@leafsandstarlight

destiny's battleground - angst, smut

my lovely throne - smut

despite our differences - angst, smut, series

the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris

@tadpolesonalgae

servitude - smut

thumb prints - smut

@serpentandlily

sly fox, dumb bunny - series

@azsazz

the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut

soul on fire - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@azrielbrainrot

fire on fire - angst?

@gothicbabydollz

riding eris' face - smut, drabble

riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble

@honeybeefae

cauldron fated - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble

praise kink eris - smut, drabble

Lucien

@tadpolesonalgae

solecist night - smut

@acourtofwhatthefuck

yell at me again - smut

personal problem - smut

the moon on a string - fluff

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut

drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)

@gothicbabydollz

dom lucien - smut, human!reader

Helion

@leafsandstarlight

a high lord's scholar - fluff

@tadpolesonalgae

new mechanisms - smut

sweet like peaches - smut

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I'm gonna try to finish this fic before the end of June cuz I'm gonna be soooo busy with my summer job & packing for my cruise. BUT we'll see! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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SEVENTEEN.

As you walk down the hallway to UA one Monday morning, you have a pep in your step and a sway in your hips that are only accomplished by good sex. 

It is the Monday right after the weekend and you are 100% ready to see Aizawa today. You didn’t get a chance to see him on Sunday due to your schedules for the day not matching up, but he did text you and specifically stated that this weekend was the best he’s ever had with you. His words had you blushing and biting your lip like a schoolgirl with a crush. 

And you did have a crush on Aizawa. Bad. You couldn’t get what transpired between you last weekend out of your head, let alone how it made you feel. The sex flashbacks that randomly pop up throughout your day have you squeezing your thighs together and fanning yourself when no one is watching. You desperately wanted to call Aizawa over Sunday for a bit of privacy before getting back into the swing of work, but you knew better than to do that. He needed his time to relax with his daughter, after all. 

Which is why you visited him last night in your cat form, which has become a usual occurrence now. He was happy to see you as usual and let you snuggle with Eri on the couch while he whipped up dinner in the form of spicy ramen. “I want you to eat all of it because you begged me to make it,” he told Eri as she excitedly took her bowl to the couch, making you giggle on the inside. 

The Sunday night went on peacefully, ending with Eri taking a bath as you watched her from the floor, bursting over how cute she looked singing Disney songs as she scrubbed behind her ears and tossed you balls from the water to play with. You had cuddled with her for a while as she slept hours later in her bed before moving to the living room and sleeping at Aizawa’s feet as he slumbered on the couch. You were beginning to feel like you belonged with the duo. 

Like one happy little family. 

When you walk through the first floor of UA towards the elevators, it is impossible for others to not see the confidence radiating off of you. Though you’ve always felt good in your clothes, everything on you seems to feel much better today. The pretty, rose-colored dress you chose for today’s outfit feels amazing on your skin and body. The flats on your feet seem sexy to you. The soft makeup and hairstyle you styled at six in the morning today make you feel just like a model. 

To you, you are the sexiest woman to walk the earth, and you have only one person to thank for making you feel like this. When you press the button for the elevator to take you up to the sixth floor, you don’t expect to come face to face with the same man that has been invading your dreams this weekend so early in the morning. The man looks damn good. Even in his tracksuit and scarves which are his regular attire, he looks good. He stands tall with his shoulders back and a confident aura radiating off of him despite how tired he looks. 

“Oh, Mr. Aizawa!” you cheerfully greet him, your heart leaping at the sight of him. “Good morning!” When his charcoal eyes land on you, they widen an inch and they only boost your confidence even more. ‘That’s it. Look at me.’

His pink tongue jets out to quick wet his pillowy-soft lips, sending your mind careening to things unholy. “Good morning, Ms. L/N,” he replies, your last name sounding like sex on his lips. Only you hear the low growl in them and it makes you hot. 

Unfortunately, you can’t flirt with him as much as you want to or pounce on him as soon as the elevator doors close because one of the janitors is in there too. “Good morning, Mr. Tokoma,” you sweetly say despite your pussy weeping in disappointment. 

“Good morning!” the older man replies, tipping his janitor’s hat at you. “Don’t mind the vacuum. She won’t bite ya.” He shimmies to the left of the elevator cart with his vacuum, making room for you. You thank him and enter the elevator. After finding the sixth-floor button to already be lit, you shimmy behind the janitor to take Aizawa’s side. 

When the elevator doors close, the air is tense and thick with a desire that only you and Aizawa can feel. Feeling him next to you and constantly breathing in his cologne is driving you insane. Though Mr. Tokoma has no idea about your building horniness, you wished to God that he never decided to take the elevator this morning. It takes everything in you to not reach for Aizawa just to feel him, but you keep your hands firmly at your sides. 

Aizawa, in contrast, doesn’t. When you suddenly feel his hand brushing against your tail, you nearly gasp. Though his touch is soft and slow, it sends every nerve in your tail into a frenzy. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning as he slides his hand from the base to the tip, gliding his fingers across the soft fur. 

He is then behind you, as quiet as a church mouse. He barely makes a sound as his fingers leave your tail and begin to lightly trail up your thigh. 

Mr. Tokoma sighs, wiping the back of his neck. “Thank goodness for the AC,” he sighs, popping the collar to his janitor uniform. “Warm outside today.” Aizawa’s fingers sneak up your dress to your inner thighs, prying them open. It is just enough to brush against the outside of your panties. “Y-Yes,” you stutter out. “Very…very…hot.” 

Aizawa softly chortles at you losing your shit as he begins to gently stroke you through your panties right in the elevator. If Mr. Tokoma were to turn even slightly to the right, he would be able to see this unfold for himself. Aizawa continues to nudge at your clit with his fingers, making your toes curl in your shoes as sparks of pleasure shoot through your core. 

“Might wanna relax yourself, kitty,” he whispers into your ear, low enough so only you can hear. “You might catch some eyes.” And then his fingers are sneaking under your panties to press against your naked pussy lips. You gasp but mask it with a yawn as his fingers dip in and out of your pussy, slow and teasing. You could kill him for this shit but dammit, it feels good! 

When the elevator dings for the third floor, you jump and instinctively clamp your thighs together, causing Aizawa’s fingers to become trapped between your inner thighs. “This is me,” the janitor says, giving you both a friendly smile, not even noticing Aizawa’s fingers playing under your dress. “Have a good day, you two!” 

“You too, Mr. Tokoma,” Aizawa says, and you plaster on a smile as the elevator doors begin to close. Finally, it’s only you two left, much to Aizawa’s liking. As soon as you’re left alone, he’s ripping his hand from under your dress and pouncing onto you like a jaguar finally let out of his cage. He swiftly pushes you against the wall and traps you between himself and the wall before pressing a toe-curling kiss onto your waiting lips. 

You moan appreciatively into the kiss, dropping your bag to the floor and throwing your arms around him. He presses his hips snuggly against your groin and begins to grind into you, giving you a taste of his hardening dick. With every roll of his hips, he grinds against your clit, making your body shiver and shudder in pleasure. He pulls away from you and slams a hand against the wall above you, still grinding down into your clit like he’s trying hard to make you both cum. 

“S-Shouta, baby,” you gasp, your hands grasping his shoulders. “Wait…someone could come in and–oh, fuck!” He suddenly rolls his hips to the right, brushing against a spot of your clit that makes you see stars. “Just keep your voice down,” he whispers against your lips. “No one takes the elevators this early in the morning. I’ll make sure of it.” 

Before you can respond, he’s leaning over to jam on the button to pause the elevator ride. The elevator suddenly stops moving, leaving the two of you to do as you please. Aizawa’s attention is all on you now. He hikes your leg up on his hip and continues to grind his dick against you, becoming harder by the second.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he growls into your neck. “You’re all I fuckin’ think about now. Can’t even focus on work because of you.” You whine in desperation as you feel the pleasure building. You can’t believe this is happening in an elevator at work. It’s so wrong, yet it feels so, so right. 

Suddenly, Aizawa pulls away and stares dead into your eyes as his fingers fumble for the zipper of his tracksuit. He yanks it down, revealing the wifebeater underneath that is tight on his upper torso and briefs that are even tighter on his hard, throbbing cock. “Look at me,” he says, his voice strained with need. “This is what you do to me.” 

Your eyes flicker down to his cock and you find yourself salivating for it. You’re fiending for him and his cum. You don’t care how you get it. You just want it now. Quickly, you drop to your knees in front of him and go for his briefs. “What are you doing?” he asks, mortified, quickly pushing your hands away. “No, no, Y/N, don’t.” 

“Shhh,” you shush him, staring up at him with a sexy smirk. “Just keep your voice down. Nobody is takin’ the elevator this early, right?” He doesn’t stop you as you pull down the band to his briefs, freeing his hard dick for your enjoyment, but he doesn’t look particularly glad about this. “I don’t–fuck!” 

His sentence is cut off with a long moan as you wrap your hand around his cock and begin slowly stroking him. You spit a generous amount of saliva onto his shaft, loving the way it shines as you stroke it over his dick. Once he is generously lubed up, you wrap your lips around him and begin to softly suck him off. “I’ve been missin’ this dick in my face,” you moan, continuing to swirl your tongue around his swollen cockhead. 

You treat him like your personal lollipop, loving the taste of him. You don’t tease him for too long, worried you’re running out of time. So you begin to take him into your throat, making sure to open your throat and breath through your nostrils as you give him neck. He is loving it. Labored breaths and soft moans leave his lips as you give him throat, gagging all over his cock. “Oh, my God, Y/N,” he groans, his gorgeous eyes rolling to the ceiling. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this.” 

The praise eggs you on and you go faster, desperate to get him to that point of no return. No matter how much your knees ache and your throat burns, you continue to deepthroat him, stroking him in time with your sucking and head bobbing. Saliva drips down your chin and his heavy balls, creating small pools on the elevator floor by your knees. 

You can tell Aizawa is getting close when he begins to grip your hair and thrust his hips into your mouth. You welcome it, stretching your mouth out wider. “Just like that,” he huffs out, gripping your hair tighter. “Just like that, kitty, and I’mma cum. Keep goin’...so close…” 

You hum in encouragement, bobbing faster and faster, the wet sounds of his thick cock stroking your throat getting louder. You want him to cum deep down your throat. You want to taste all of him. His hips begin to slam against your mouth as he chases his orgasm, his grunts and moans growing more urgent. 

“Cumming!” he grunts out. “I’m cumming! Take all of it, kitty!” 

And you do. Once he lets out a low moan of your name and bursts in your mouth, you take every single ounce down his throat. You don’t have a choice. His head firmly holds you there on his dick, forcing you to take every single pump of his creamy nut down your throat. But you gladly swallow what you can down despite his dick still in your mouth. 

When he finally finishes, he releases you with a soft groan and composes himself while you begin to clean yourself up. You swallow the rest of his cum before licking your bottom lip where some of his nut dripped. “That was amazing,” he sighs, smiling down at you as he puts his dick, wet with your spit, back in his briefs. You giggle at him, happy with the praise and feeling just as satisfied as him despite your soaked panties. 

You don’t have much time for kissing and aftercare, especially when the elevator begins to move again. You gasp, quickly rising from your kneeling position while Aizawa goes to press the button again. But it’s too late. The elevator dings, signaling the arrival of a new floor. “Oh, shit!” Aizawa gasps as the elevator doors abruptly open. You immediately jump away from him and attempt to wipe your mouth of any essence of Aizawa’s cum. 

The doors open to reveal a very cheerful Mic holding a cup of coffee. “Hey, guys!” he greets as he walks into the elevator, oblivious to what just transpired between you. He shimmies between the two of you, not at all noticing Aizawa zip his tracksuit and you give your hair. “You guys try the new oat-milk latte they opened at the coffee bar?” he asks. “It’s amazing!” 

You clear your throat and sneakily pull down your dress to avoid flashing your friend. “No,” you breathlessly answer. “I’ll have to try it though. I do like a good dose of milk in the morning.” 

Aizawa side-eyes you, and you have to cover your mouth to keep from giggling. 

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You’ve never seen a child be so excited over plushies the way Eri is. 

You’ve been watching the girl run around the arcade for the past twenty minutes now, going from one crane game to the next. She tends to gravitate toward those that hold anime plushies and stuffed animals, beginning Aizawa to cough up more money for tickets. “Pleeease, Daddy?” she whines to him now, giving him big, puppy dog eyes. “Just one more crane game and I’ll go play something else!” 

Aizawa isn’t phased. He stares down at her with a tired expression on his face. “You said that twenty minutes ago and so far we’ve played six crane games.” 

“But we haven’t won anything!” the little girl whines, fiddling with her yellow sundress that match the hairbands in her pigtails. She looks so darn cute! You couldn’t help but gush over her when Aizawa picked her up for your lunch date today during break. “I promise I’ll go play Luigi’s Haunted House or one of the PacMan games next time!” she continues to bargain. “I just want the Hello Kitty! Look, she’s in a All Might outfit!” She turns to point at the Hello Kitty cosplay plushie behind the glass box of the crane game she’s got her eyes set on. 

“You used up all your tickets, Eri,” Aizawa sighs, hands on his hips. “How are you gonna play if you don’t have any tickets? And we still need to eat.” Eri just continued to whine and bargain with her dad, making you feel just as exhausted as Aizawa feels even though you’re just sitting at a nearby table with your club soda. 

Aizawa had told you he had a feeling that Eri would lose her mind in an arcade, even opting to just take you for ice cream or to Koa’s Purr Palace for lunch. However, Eri had insisted on the arcade and you agreed, wanting to spend some time with the both of them out of your cat form for a change. So far, it’s been fun watching Eri be the cutest little kid ever and Aizawa try to tame her chaotic self, but now you feel bad for the single dad. He’s obviously tired from watching over the UA crew all day during classes. 

Deciding to give him a break, you stand from your seat and walk over to the adorable duo. “Hey, Eri,” you say, bending down at eye level to the little girl. “Why don’t we give your dad a break and I try this time?” You begin to pull out your wallet from your tote bag. 

Eri’s eyes light up like Christmas trees as you do. “Really?!” she squeals excitedly, stomping her light-up sneakers around. You nod and slip her $10 for ten tickets. “Go on over to the front desk and get ten tickets for us,” you whisper to her with a wink. “I promise I’ll getcha that Hello Kitty plushie. Then we can play some PacMan.” 

You’ve never seen a kid look so happy before. Eri’s smile is contagious as she throws herself at you, wrapping her little arms around you tight. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Ms. L/N!” she cheers before racing over to the front desk, her pigtails flopping about.

When you stand up, feeling good about yourself, Aizawa sneaks an arm around your waist. “You know you didn’t have to do that,” he sighs, sounding guilty. “That was your money. I wanted to treat you today.” 

You twist around to face him and throw your arms around his neck. “You can treat me to pizza and sodas once I win this plushie for her,” you giggle. “Plus, I wanted to get her out of your hair. You looked like you wanted to stuff her in one of those crane machines.” 

Aizawa smirks humorously at your dark humor. “She’s just excited. I don’t think I’ve ever brought her to an arcade before.” He looks incredibly guilty about this which breaks your heart. You hope he knows that he is a good dad. Everyone who knows about Eri can see it, including you. He is attentive, loving, and nurturing while also stern–all of what a great father should be. It’s enough to make you almost want to have a baby with him too…almost. Or maybe that’s just your breeding kink speaking to you. 

“Thanks a lot for accommodating,” he says, pecking your chin. “I know that this isn’t the ideal lunch we had in mind for today.” He had wanted to take you out to a cafe for lunch today, one where he could count on you having privacy. However, Mirio having track practice and Shinso needing to study for a test meant Eri needed to be watched after. 

“It is for me,” you coo. “I love spendin’ time with you two. I wouldn’t want to spend my break any other way.” And you mean that from the very bottom of your heart. 

Aizawa’s gaze darkens, filling with something less than kind as he grips you to him. “Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll knock a screw loose in that bathroom over there,” he growls into your ear. His eyes flick across the arcade to the women’s bathroom. “You know I’d do it too.” 

You nearly choke on a gasp as you feel his hand sneak to your ass. “And leave your daughter alone out here?” you gasp with laughter to hide your arousal. “What kind of father are you?” Aizawa opens his luscious mouth, no doubt to say something dirty, but Eri’s sudden appearance makes him stop and tear his hand away from your butt. 

“I’ve got the tickets, Ms. L/N!” she excitedly announces. She waves the string of gold tickets around and you applaud her. “Alright then, let’s go!” You take her hand and walk over to the crane machine where the Hello Kitty plush among other cute plushies lies in wait. “I’m gonna need all of your power to help me with this, okay?” you tell Eri as you push the ticket into the slot. She vigorously nods and squeezes your hand while Aizawa chortles behind you, adoring this scene. 

The crane machine comes to life, lighting up and playing music. You bend down towards the controller and grip it, your eyes set dead on the metal claw hanging above the plushies. You move the claw to the far back and slightly to the left, hovering right over the Hello Kitty plushie’s head. Your eyes flick toward its arm, noticing that it’s sticking out. Slowly and methodically, you lower the claw towards the hand and press the button to lower it down. 

When the claw snags the plushie’s arm, you feel your heart leap. “You’ve almost got it, Ms. L/N!” Eri encouragingly shouts. “C’mon, you can do it! I believe in you!” She squeezes your hand for dear life, nearly crushing your fingers. 

With your other hand on the controller, you carefully move the claw holding the plushie toward the opening that leads to a hole in the machine. The plushie doesn’t slip an inch during its travel. Once you’re above the opening, you press the button to open the claw and release the plushie down into the hole. “I’ve got it!” you shout, just as excited as Eri. The squeal she lets out could break windows. You retrieve the soft Hello Kitty plushie for her and she hugs it close, squeezing it to her tiny body. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she shouts, wrapping her arms around your waist. You bend down to hug her back, adoration flooding inside of you. “Alright, alright,” Aizawa chuckles, settling her down. “Now let’s get some victory lunch.” 

Several minutes later, you and Aizawa sit at your table with two big slices of pizza and iced Cokes for lunch that he paid for (he refused to take your money). Eri already gobbled her hotdog down and is currently playing one of those driving games. Aizawa had to pick her up and place her in one of the cars because she was too short to get in one. She sits in a pink car now with her plushie, giggling as she steers the wheel this way and that. 

“Thanks a lot for gettin’ her that plushie,” Aizawa says appreciatively. You wave him off as you chomp down on your pizza. “It’s the least I could do after earlier,” you reply. You flush at the memory; mostly because you still feel the ache in your knees from kneeling at Aizawa’s feet as you sucked him off in the elevator. “Did Mic suspect anything?” you timidly ask. “Y’know…about us?” 

Aizawa flicks his eyes towards you as he sips his Cofe. “Oh, he knows already,” he replies as if you just asked if the sky is blue. “There’s no way he couldn’t know, but he won’t flap his gums if that’s what you’re worried about.” He sighs, looking like he’s dreading something. “He’ll tease me about to hell and back though,” he mutters to himself. You giggle, picturing Mic making kissy faces at Aizawa. “That was absolutely amazing, by the way,” he says, lowering his voice so only you can hear the need within his words. “I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about your pretty mouth today.” 

You flush in your clothes and force yourself to clamp your thighs together. You do not need to be getting horny surrounded by children. You couldn’t stop thinking about earlier either. You’ve never done something like that in an elevator before, and the idea of getting caught turned you on more than you realized. Maybe it’s the man sitting across from you bringing the freak out of you. 

You smile at Aizawa, using your foot to nudge at his leg. The urge to touch him, feel him, is burning within you. But as you do, you notice the dark circles under his eyes and the way he yawns into his fist. You’re just now noticing how drained he looks. “You look so tired,” you worriedly point out. “Is everything okay with work?” 

He passively shrugs at your worry. “As okay as gradin’ papers and teachin’ classes back to back can go.” He takes your hand in his across the table, birthing butterflies in your stomach. “Did you maybe wanna come over tonight if you have time?” you ask, brushing your fingers over his knuckles. “You don’t have to stay, but maybe I could give you a nice massage to ease your stress.” 

“Fuck, you’re too sweet,” he groans. “I’d love to, but I’m afraid the police chief needs me for a mission tonight.” At this, you sit up a little straighter, your ears straight up at attention. He heaves a sigh, pushing his half-eaten pizza away. “I wasn’t planning on tellin’ you this because I didn’t want you to worry, but a new villain hit the streets. He’s more underground so it’s been kept under wraps, but his quirk is worrying the police department.” 

“What’s his quirk?” you wonder aloud, picking your own meal up from your paper plate. 

“They’ve dubbed it ‘transparency’,” Aizawa explains as you chomp on your pizza. “He can walk through walls and any kind of solid matter, including floors and the ground. He’s been poppin’ up over the past couple of months committing petty crime, but lately, he’s been committing serious felonies as paid hits, like assaulting and killing white-collar folks in the wealthier side of Musutafu. They keep a lot of that shit hush-hush though.” He pauses, sipping his Coke. 

“So why do they want you to catch him?” you curiously ask. 

“Because they trust me and know I’ve had experience with underground villains.” He shrugs. “It’s a blessing and a curse. Tonight, they suspect that he’ll show up downtown at an opera show because most of the city’s white-collar folks and elite congregate down there.” 

You pause, picturing him sitting among the rich folk in their seats, his eyes skimming over the audience shrouded in darkness for his target. “So they want you to go to the opera tonight?” 

Aizawa nods, not looking too happy about it. “With a suit and everything to blend in. They’re also giving me an earpiece to contact the police department, but I’m used to that.” You stare at him, picturing him in a nice suit and kicking ass all alone. The thought makes you feel almost sad rather than aroused. He notices and raises a brow at you. “What?” he asks, staring blankly at you. 

You begin to play with his fingers, adverting your eyes from his. “So you’re going alone?” you ask worriedly. “No one is going with you?” 

“No, but I’m fine, kitty,” he assures you. “You don’t have to worry about someone like me.” You still stare down at his hands, noticing the brush of healed cuts and bruises on his knuckles. “What’s with the face?” he asks, a laugh in his tone. You pull away from his hands to take a drink and begin to silently fumble with your straw, trying to think of a good way to ask him to let you come with him tonight as backup. 

He seems to already know what you’re thinking though. “Uh-uh,” he firmly says. “No. You better not be thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’, Y/N.” You look up at him, the brat in you taking the driver’s seat. “And what is that, Shouta?” you innocently ask. 

His expression is fixed and hard, not up for the BS from you. “You’re not comin’ with me to the opera. Not a chance in hell. This is a me job.” You roll your eyes at his pride. “C’mon, don’t go Bruce Wayne on me again,” you whine in protest. “I’ve shown you how good of a fighter I am time and time again, Shouta. I’m great backup!” 

He still looks resistant, his eyebrows knitted together in a permanent scowl. “That, you are, but this is some serious shit, Y/N. Underground villains are way more sneakier which makes them extremely dangerous and high-risk.” You cut your eyes at him, feeling irked by his attempt to sway your decision. “You think I can’t handle it?” you scoff, irked by the way he’s making you feel. “You think I’ll distract you?” 

The stare Aizawa fixes you with curbs your attitude somewhat, but you can’t help but feel like a little kid he’s lecturing. You don’t need that shit. You’re a grown-ass woman! “You know I don’t think that,” he firmly says, “but you’re not actually a seasoned or official hero either.” 

As right as he is about that (which you hate), you’re also the most stubborn bitch in the world. You won’t go down with a fight. So you push your food away and fold your hands under your chin, prepared for an argument. “Shouta, I literally helped you take down two villains with guns tryin’ to stick up an art exhibit with no problem. I think I can handle this.” You give him a reassuring smile that doesn’t thaw the ice encased in his eyes. 

“I’m not gonna get in your way or distract you from your mission, but you’ll need another set of eyes and hands–and, honey, I’ve got two of the best ones.” You flex your hand where your claws extend from your nails. You don’t even mention your heightened senses, which you’re sure he knows about and has taken into consideration. “Plus, this would be the perfect time for me to learn how to be more of an effective hero. You could teach me all about how to conduct myself on a mission!” 

Your words register across Aizawa’s handsome face, but he still looks hesitant. You know it’s for your protection more than anything. You take his hands in yours once more and press a kiss to them. “You always want to protect other people,” you softly say, “but, Sho, who’s gonna protect you?” He doesn’t respond. He simply stares at your hands in his, thinking to himself. 

“Just for tonight, Sho,” you promise. “That’s all I ask.” Finally, his eyes meet yours and you can see his defeat. He sighs, running a hand down his face. “God, damn you for bein’ so cute,” he groans exhaustedly. “Alright, fine, but you’d better know what you’re in for.” 

You grin excitedly to yourself, feeling accomplished. You couldn’t have asked for a better end to your lunch date. 

*************

That night, after a pep talk in the mirror and some mental preparation for tonight, you leave your dorm to go see Aizawa. 

You decide not to sneak out your window in your cat form, instead simply walking out of the faculty dorms with a duffle bag full of tonight’s attire. If anyone asks, you’re just going to Planet Fitness because they have more equipment. Just a little while lie to accommodate why you’re sneaking out so late at night in nothing but Nike gear and sneakers. 

You don’t walk out the doors immediately. You take some time to assess your environment and tap into your senses. You don’t hear or sense anyone coming, even after ten minutes of waiting. With labored breath, you quickly make your way out of the lobby and outside to walk across campus, your heart pounding against your chest. 

You’re just about to cross the threshold to the street when you’re spotted. “Stop right there!” a voice shouts from behind you. You jump, causing your tail to poof up and your ears to shoot back as you’re startled. When you turn around, prepared to scratch the stranger in the first if necessary, you find that it isn’t a stranger at all. It’s Nemuri in her silk nightgown and slippers with Mic right behind her. “Nemuri?” you question, squinting at her in confusion. “What are you doing out here so late at night? 

Nemuri puts her hands on her slim hips, glaring at you like an angry mom. “You know, that line is really meant for you, but I already know what you’re doing. Don’t you think you’re going too far with this, Y/N?”

You grip the strap to your gym back to you, biting your lip. ‘Just ask natural,’ you think. ‘Don’t tell them shit.’ 

“What do you mean?” you dumbly ask. Nemuri rolls her eyes, obviously not here for your innocent act, but Mic puts a hand on her arm to stop her from telling you off. He steps forward, taking his glasses off to give you a closer look at his concern. “We’ve been meaning to talk to you, Y/N,” he carefully says. “Nemuri and I both agree that this nightly activity has run its course.” 

Understanding his words, you are filled with sudden, hot anger. “You’ve been talking about me behind my back?” you hiss, irate. Mic blushes at your rage, caught like a deer in headlights. 

“Y/N, we’re just worried!” Nemuri exclaims, exasperated. “Look at you! You’re covered in bruises, we barely see you anymore, you’re taking off from work more and more, and not to mention you’re seeing Aizawa now.” You flush with embarrassment and shame under the moonlight, feeling like its silvery rays serve as a spotlight for you. “You still haven’t told him yet, have you?” Nemuri questions. “About this cat thing?” 

The sudden urge to cry bursts behind your sinuses. You don’t need this right now. You don’t need to be here getting lectured and criticized like a child. “Look, I’m trying, okay?” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose to avoid crying. “But it’s kind of hard to tell the man you’ve been pinning after, who also likes you back, that you’ve been sneaking into his dorm pretending to be the cat he adopted for his adorable daughter so she’d be less lonely.” 

Nemuri and Mic silently share a look of confusion. “Wait…what?” Nemuri asks, utterly confused. “We’re talking about you being Night Claw. What are you talking about?” 

Your eyes widen as the realization that you epicly fucked up hits you like an Amtrack train. “Shit,” you hiss, facepalming yourself. 

Nemuri stares at you like she barely knows you anymore. “Have you been using your cat form to visit Aizawa ever since the night he adopted you?” she asks, shocked. “Does Aizawa know you’re Night Claw already?” Mic looks between you both, clueless. “Wait, what happened?” he asks, lost. He stares at you, dumbfounded. “You can turn into a cat?!” he shockingly exclaims, gaping at you. 

You keep quiet, shaking slightly like a leaf in the winter because you’ve been caught in your lie. Nemuri fixes you with a hard, laser-like stare that peels back the mental armor you’ve been shielding yourself with for months. “Y/N, you’d better start talking now.” 

You growl to yourself, your shame winning over your pride. “Okay, okay!” you defeatedly shout. “Yes, he knows that I’m Night Claw and he was fine with it. And yes, I’m able to transform into a cat and I’ve been using it to my advantage when I’m out in the streets. One night, I got hurt and was picked up by this old lady who took me to her cat cafe.” 

“The Purr Palace?” Mic asks, squinting quizzically at you. “That’s Eri’s favorite place.” You slowly nod, staring down at your Nike kicks. “One day, Aizawa came in with Eri and he adopted me. I swear, it was only supposed to be one time and I was gonna tell Aizawa the truth, but…” You trail off as teas begin to well in your eyes. God, you’re so fucking stupid. 

“But what?” Nemuri pushes. 

You huff, roughly wiping at your eyes. “Things got complicated,” you confess. “I saw how happy I was making them and felt obligated to continue to role-play as their pet. Then Aizawa finally started talking to me and I knew if I told him the truth about the cat thing, he’d never talk to me again.” 

Nemuri curtly laughs at your confession which isn’t at all the reaction you thought she would have. “So this is all about you, right?” she scoffs, looking almost disgusted by you. “You’re keeping this from Aizawa because he wanna keep him.” 

“No!” you shout, then weakly backtrack. “I-I mean, yes, but this is about his happiness more than anything. I just want to keep him and Eri happy!” 

“By lying to them?” Nemuri demands. “I’ll admit, initially keeping the Night Claw thing a secret was sexy and mysterious until I saw how it was affecting you. But now I see that this wasn’t the case at all.” She crosses her arms over her ample bosom, fixing you with a disappointed stare that makes you grow even hotter with shame. “It’s bad enough you’re lying to Aizawa about the cat thing, but lying to Eri too? She’s just a child, Y/N! A very lonely and vulnerable one at that!” 

Anger starts to mix within the shame you feel, making one very bad cocktail. You glare daggers at Nemuri, pissed that she’s lecturing you over something you already know is pretty fucked up. “Okay, ladies,” Mic weakly says, moving to step between you. “Why don’t we just–” 

“Don’t you think I know that?” you bellow angrily at your friend. “That’s why I’m doing this. Aizawa adopted me so I could keep Eri company. It’s my job now, Nemuri!” 

“No, it’s not!” she angrily argues. “Your job is to tell Aizawa the truth. And if it’s not you, then it will be me.”

You gape at her, trying to decide if she’s deadass serious or not. “You wouldn’t,” you growl. But her intense stare says everything you need to know. She means this shit with her whole chest. “Try me,” she sternly replies. 

The white-hot anger takes over your body, causing you to not see Nemuri as a friend but as an enemy. And when it comes to enemies, cats only do one thing to keep them at bay: they hiss. And so when the urge to hiss comes, you let it come and burst out of you, shocking Nemuri and Mic as soon as the harsh sound comes out of your mouth. Nemuri gapes at you, astounded. “You…did you just…you just hissed at me!” she gasps, shocked at your behavior. 

You close your mouth and advert your eyes from hers, refusing to see the disappointment in them. “You know what?” she scoffs. “Fine. Go ahead and lie to yourself all you want, but when Aizawa finally discovers the truth and dumps you on your ass, don’t come crying to me about it later.” And with those harsh words hanging in the air, she turns around and swiftly walks back towards the dorms, her glossy curls bouncing behind her. 

“Nemuri!” Mic calls after her to no avail. She doesn’t turn around. She’s completely done with you and it makes you feel incredibly guilty. 

Mic turns around to face you and sighs. “I hope you make the right choice, Y/N,” he softly says, a soft sadness in his eyes that makes you feel even more guilty. Then, he too leaves you alone standing in the grass to softly cry. 

[cyber-phobia]

Hey, Cyber - since ya get so many dang fic searches/requests, I've made a list of some of my favorite (non-nsfw) MHA fics to throw to the rabbid hyenas that are your followers :)

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*Dad for one, Inko and small child Izuku are brought to live at UA for their own safety until AFO is no longer a threat.

Solar Flare by TheQueen

*A young Bakugo starts hearing voices that tell him what he should do, what part he should be playing in the world. He decides to do the opposite.

Stray Bullet by AnonymousTwit

*Theres a sniper attack at UA. Bakugo takes the bullet for Izuku.

Broken Trust by SkylerSkyHigh, Tereox_X

*Midoriya is suspected to be the UA Traitor. He isn't, but no one believes him until they're proven wrong. He isn't going to forgive so easily.

Voices by SquirrelWriter

*Hitoshi knows a lot about voices, and how to tell things about a person by what their voice is like.

Penpals by GhostIsReading

*Izuku and Hitoshi become pen-pals as part of a school project. They become pretty fast friends, despite neither one knowing what the other looks like.

Speak it free by Aloneintherain

*Izuku confesses that he and Bakugo aren't actually "rivals", when Hitoshi confronts him about their relationship. (Not bkdk)

where is my super suit by orphan_account

*Class 1a chatfic. It's hilarious.

Shadows In Their Veins by Inconsistent_Ametrine

*Izuku has a quirk. What does it do? It makes him a really shitty empath, basically. This turns out to be a good thing.

Febuwhump Day 3 - Living Nightmare by konan_konan

*Izuku is in a time loop. It sucks.

Animalistic Sympathy by WizardsGirl

*A Nomu finds Izuku in distress and adopts him. Yes it's weird, but also adorable.

Family Night by Hayato (TheLennyBunny)

*Short fic about Shoto being a... less than competent babysitter.

Cursed Children by Smurfee

*Hitoshi and Eri are both held captive by the same villains for their Quirks. When they're rescued, it takes a lot of time to heal.

The Thin Gray line by A_ToastToTheOutcasts

*Izuku is the most wanted Vigilante in all of Japan. And the best part? No one would ever suspect someone so infamous to be Quirkless.

Give me My Tomorrow with your Yesterday by sensibleshroom

*Izuku has a quirk that lets him see other realities. Unfortunately, this means the loss of his ability to view his own timeline, making him effectively blind. Thankfully, he's got a rather generous uncle who's willing to help him navigate the world in his own way.

gone was any trace of you (i think i am finally clean) by rosalyra

*A quirkless student has passed the entrance exam and has made it into UA. Izuku isn't sure how to feel about the comments his fellow second-years are making about it.

Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v

*Izuku is blind and (not really) quirkless. He still wants to be a hero, obviously. He just has to figure out how to make that happen

I have plenty more if anyone wants to Dm me or something. And if there's any Bleach fans who like grimmichi or uraichi I have a wealth of knowledge and would love to share.

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Solar Flare by TheQueen

Stray Bullet by AnonymousTwit

Broken Trust by SkylerSkyHigh, Tereox_X

Voices by SquirrelWriter

Penpals by GhostIsReading

Speak it free by Aloneintherain

where is my super suit by orphan_account

Shadows In Their Veins by Inconsistent_Ametrine

Febuwhump Day 3 - Living Nightmare by konan_konan

Animalistic Sympathy by WizardsGirl

Family Night by Hayato (TheLennyBunny)

Cursed Children by Smurfee

The Thin Gray line by A_ToastToTheOutcasts

Give me My Tomorrow with your Yesterday by sensibleshroom

gone was any trace of you (i think i am finally clean) by rosalyra

Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v

[separatist-apologist]

What are some of your favorite fanfics? You can only include up to 2 LB fics

I was going to wait to answer this in the morning because it's so daunting an ask. But I have to be in office tomorrow and I know I won't have the time, and then I'll forget about this. It's been a long time since anyone asked me my personal favorites.

I put some of them in yesterday's list of elucien recs, so definitely start here. I have to cross post a little, though. None of these are in order, this is actually not a ranking but the opposite of a ranking in which every one is incredible, and written by very wonderful people worth following.

playgirl, by @damedechance. I love this fic. Lucien has an only fans, Elain moderates his chat. She was the first gwynriel writer I ever read. You know I'm weird about Azriel- I don't really enjoy him, but in bookclub, her fic was being recommended CONSTANTLY and I gave it a shot thinking I'd hate it, and she made me insane. The gwynriel fic is Things You Can't Have, and I suggest reading it, too.

Latch, My Fate is Yours; Latch, My Very Soul is Yours by @labellefleur-sauvage. Elucien mummy au and so beautifully done. The author is also an VERY funny person and I recommend anything she writes (such as her 1920's Neris fic And All That Jazz) on vibes alone.

Our Bodies, Possessed By Light @iftheshoef1tz. Azris at its FINEST. If you like Azriel and Eris as a pairing, and you want something that is both achingly beautiful and well-plotted, this is it. This is the fic. Honestly, even if you don't want that, you should read it anyway. It's sexy, it's funny, it's emotional and it's poetic. I think about this fic (the cabin specifically because I'm slutty) all the time.

Crimson Clover, by @thesistersarcheron. Baby's first elriel fic, I heard the sentence "Elain covered in blood" and dropped everything I was doing to learn more. Elain is, in fact, covered in blood and Azriel is pretty insane about it. This author also has a fic bookclub is obsessed with, Viciousness & Intelligence which is Nesta x Cassian x Azriel in a poly bond and another of my personal favorites, Bejeweled in which Feyre is Night Court fae made entirely of jewels and Rhys is...well...down bad as he always is.

Embers, by @ultadverb is my favorite Morlain fic in the fandom. It's so richly written and such a good exploration of Elain and her feelings. She really does Elain such justice. I have it on VERY good authority she's also working on a little monster elucien, and right after I typed that I saw she's actually posted the first chapter, Seven Tears for the Sea, which is selkie Lucien, coastal Elain, I believe. I will be reading that for sure, just as soon as I finish this list, but everyone else should too!

I Believe the Word You're Looking for is "Friends" by @kingofsummer93. Truly Elucien 101 required reading. It's actually on the made-up syllabus I just created in my mind. If you're wanting to settle into a long fic, canon-compliant, adventure fic, THIS is it. Also, people are always asking for BOE smut, well she has so GRACIOUSLY provided it with The Intimacy of Being Understood

Remember, We're Madly In Love by @velidewrites. Have you ever seen one of those really gorgeous mood boards floating around and asked yourself, is that person also an incredibly sexy writer, too? Well I'm here to answer that question with a resounding YES. This is hunger games Feysand and if you've been thinking about reading it, stop thinking and start doing. I don't know when I became a sales person during this sharing of faves, but here we are I guess.

Vanserra Wildlife Rescue by @headcanonheadcase. In the haze that was elucien week, where everyone was creating and I was trying so hard to see all of it (and failing miserably), this fic was a gem. It's meet cute Elucien- he's a wildlife vet, she finds an injured fox. They're both on their way to a blind date (I wonder who they're meeting), and instead cancel to take care of the fox.

Can't Help It by @moodymelanist. This fic was literally why I decided to answer this anon. Nesta and Cassian are in a very toxic relationship but can't keep away from each other. I LOVE this fic, I love their dynamic and without spoiling it, there is a threesome I am still so deeply unwell about, even to this day.

Wonderland by @c-e-d-dreamer. The premise is SO GOOD. Nesta rejects the mating bond and Cassian rejects society. They reconnect later on, and the angst is SO DELICIOUS.

This list is getting really long- I could do this all day, actually. As for my top two @the-lonelybarricade favorites, which is cruel just fyi.

I'm gonna go with

You Look Like Bad News- Elain's neighbor has an annoying habit of fucking REALLY loudly next door.

And of course,

They Are The Hunters, We Are The Foxes, which is the best thing ever produced in the history of ever. Wonderland WHO? This is the shifter elucien romance we deserved, actually.

[tadpolesonalgae]

wait for CBMTHY why do i kinda want eris and reader to have a lucien & feyre type relationship.... like an enemies to friends dynamic, they always bicker with each other and are mean to each other but maybe when eris sees azriel going off on reader again (bc he's unreasonably jealous) he gets pissed at az even tho he was also being a bitch to reader like 2 seconds ago 😭😭

it really fits eris to have that annoyingly indignant older sibling attitude of like, 'excuse me, i'm the only one who can bully her' lol. idk the way eris was completely unfazed after letting reader fall into the pond and making fun of her when she's crying from being scared shitless of swans is so 💀 peak older sibling behaviour

i just think it would be so hypocritical and hilarious and weirdly wholesome if he grows protective of reader when she's crying about azriel or something... like bro u made her cry about swans the first day u met her but ur also ready to murder azriel for being mean to her.

sorry this was such an unhinged commentary about what could potentially happen with the eris & reader dynamic 😭 i just couldn't help but notice that eris in CBMTHY part 4 reminded me so much of the older brother/cousins in my life.

jokes aside tho, i'm really curious how eris will react to seeing az being an asshole to reader and reader not really knowing how to defend herself against him (something alike to the convo the two had when az was flying reader... the girl really is fully vulnerable when it comes to him. she hands her heart to him on a silver platter and az proves time and time that he is not bothering to be careful with it). will eris get oddly protective of reader? will he just mock her for being such a doormat?? both outcomes seem equally possible in his depiction in the fic so far 🤷‍♀️

I’m a big fan of that dynamic, I have to admit 😭 the whole being mean to one another, and at first it was completely genuine and sincere but at some point the line blurs and it gets progressively more and more difficult to keep up the insults🫣🥰 >>>>

I’d quite like to explore that older-brother-Eris side at some point (maybe not in this, I don’t want to bite off more than I can chew). I feel like we get to see a small sliver of it in acosf in that scene where Cass goes down to the human lands and Eris lets slip that he’s feeling out Vassa and Jurian but doesn’t mention Lucien, as if he already trusts him. Then obviously we also have the whole conflict of what happened between Lu and Jesminda (pretty sure when Tam is telling Feyre of Lu’s backstory he says Lu’s oldest brother held him down or something to that degree—while Eris claims he wasn’t there and it’s the only time he’s disobeyed his father)

ANYWAY, I’d love to explore that in more depth because he’s such an interesting character :)

Don’t apologise for your unhinged commentary—I love reading your thoughts 🧡💛

I still haven’t decided if Eris and Az are actually going to clash in such an outright way? Part of me would like it so it’s the Reader who manages to stand up for herself instead of having to watch someone else do it for her?

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore it when someone who’s normally so nonchalant gets pissed over the maltreatment of someone they care about. I just think for this one it needs to be reader to make that first step forward, even if she stumbles a few times :)

[azsazz]

Soooo I know the F1 au is about Az, and I'm not complaining in the least (even though I'm not even a fan of f1...) anyway, will Eris make an appearance since you sorted him and Fenrys into Aston Martin and I'd never pass up an opportunity to see sexy flameboy in action. If you can catch my drift...

This is totally not requesting, just asking out of curiosity, I know for a fact that I'm gonna binge Off Grid anyway like I do with literally all your work. You're doing us all a service, love you for that <3

Oooh good question!! Your ask actually made me think that it would be super cool to write a lil fic for each team…or maybe even each driver, then we could get the perspectives of all of them navigating the racing season…that would be so so cool actually lol. I should totally do that tbh 😅

Like I need to convince myself to write another thing 😅 so many ideas not enough time. Let me see if I can come up with lil plot lines for each team (if I can come up with enough for each driver I’d love to, if anyone has any f1 ideas lmk tho) (oh god I hope this doesn’t end up like kinktober ☠️)

[moodymelanist]

Set My Soul Alight Part Ten

Guys... I can't believe the final chapter of this fic is here. It's been such a fun ride with you all, and I'm still kind of in shock at the sheer amount of love and support I received over this fic. SMSA started as something like a passion project for me that I initially thought would be a 15k one shot, and the fact that it turned into a 60k+ fic astounds me. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who left kudos, commented, subscribed, reblogged, and cheered me on from the sidelines -- y'all are amazing and I hope this final chapter was worth the wait. Until next time ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

♕♕♕♕♕ The next week passed in what felt like a blur. Things were so busy at Court that Nesta felt like she hardly saw Eris; most of the days he’d already risen for the day before she’d woken up and was fast asleep by the time she managed to come to bed. Having so many fae suddenly defer to her was strange, but she bore it all with a smile as she attempted to put out whatever fires Eris couldn’t manage, including making the proper arrangements for Beron’s funeral. She’d been in constant communication with the priestesses to make sure it was done properly, at least for appearance’s sake, and if that was something she could take care of to ease her husband’s burden, she would do it for as long as she had to. 

If it had been up to her, though, she would’ve incinerated him and let Eris’ hounds play with his bones. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t wholly up to her, so she was forced to pretend she cared about Beron’s soul being properly laid to rest. The priestesses seemed to have most of the rites taken care of, and because they were having trouble getting in contact with the former Lady of the Autumn Court, Nesta was the one who made some of choices historically left to the family. She opted for the providing him with the most minimal comforts she could get away with, and if anyone had a problem with it, they didn’t dare voice such concerns with her. She got the feeling no one had such concerns, anyway; Beron’s death had been a cause for celebration in large swaths of the Court, and her only regret was that she couldn’t be out there celebrating with them.

The morning of Beron’s funeral dawned bright and clear, a picture-perfect autumn day that seemed far too lovely for the male whose life they were supposed to be mourning. The Forest House was buzzing with preparations, from the priestesses making final arrangements for the funeral to the servants making sure the halls were spotless. 

Nesta hadn’t wanted to have anyone disturbing her and Eris if they didn’t have to, so she bathed and dressed on her own before sitting down at her vanity to do her hair. She was keeping things simple today, going back to her familiar braided coronet since she didn’t have the help in managing a more complicated style, and used the fire pins her husband had gifted her all those months ago to make sure her hair stayed in place. 

Eris had bathed and dressed before her, his hair bright against the dark fabric of his mourning clothes. He’d been quiet since they’d woken this morning, but Nesta didn’t begrudge him that. Grief did strange things, but she would support him through it no matter what. If that support included letting him watch her braid her hair and decide where to place her pins, that was fine with her.

“Nesta,” Eris said once she’d finished braiding her hair. He was sitting on the edge of their bed, and she watched him walk over to stand behind her in the mirror.

Nesta made eye contact with him in her mirror, not liking the sad twist of his lips. “What is it?”

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[readychilledwine]

I read a little fic / one shot, and I need to talk to you all about how much it had lingered with me.

I've dug through my likes and cannot find it, so if you know which one I am talking about please please please tag the author so I can link it.

**There's some cross Fandom spoilers**

There's 7 sons in both series with a corrupt father who holds a place of high power.

I can't stop thinking about the similarities between the Vanserra Brothers in ACOTAR and the Sons of Feanor in The Silmarillion.

I had not thought about it until I read this piece with Eris and a character in a library late at night where she is reading The Silmarillion, and her and Eris end up in a discussion about how sons are more than just the acts of their father's.

And now we're here.

In the Silmarillion, 2 sons are killed in an act related to their father's rage. He commanded his sons to burn Swan Boats they had stolen. He had not bothered with ensuring his twins were woken up and removed from them, though.

In ACOTAR, 2 sons are killed in an act related to their father's rage. They chased down their youngest brother after an "act of betrayal" only to be slaughtered in the Spring Court.

Maedhros, the oldest brother, is plagued by loyalty to his father, even if he does not necessarily agree with his actions. He is eventually tortured for years. Maedhros, after years of mental turmoil, the lingering weight of his father, and being emotionally plagued on by the oath all 7 brothers took, ends his own life by throwing himself into a volcano.

Eris, the oldest brother, seemingly wears this mask of indifference. Following his father's choices despite how much he disagrees with them. Eris has been tortured for years. He is trapped by his father.

Maglor, the second brother, was seen as a more gentle soul. A minstrel who loved his mother, his brothers, but parts ways with them. While his remaining brothers continued to act on the oath they made with their father. Maglor had adopted two children and a new lifestyle, a more peaceful one. It is unknown what exactly happened to Maglor. It is believed he roams the shoreline, singing songs of his despair.

Lucien, the youngest brother, is a more gentle soul. Preferring the comforts of a book to his father's violence, seeing shame in how Beron runs Autumn. He is driven away from his brothers and adapts a new lifestyle as an emissary in a court where rank isn't enforced. Lucien's story currently involves him having no true home. He is just wandering.

All of the Sons of Feanor die, without the exception of Maglor, whose story is unknown. If there's proof SJM is a Tolkien fan, I'm worried for Eris, I'm worried for Lady Autumn, who shares similarities with the wife of Feanor, and I am terrified for Lucien.

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

ok episode 14?

BUT WHY? HOW? PLEASE AT LEAST GIVE US A FUCKING PREQUEL MANGA ABOUT NOTRETTE

prospera watch status: she sit

i really wanna see someone write a fic where nika's secretiveness is a thing

nika really was so naive, huh? like she really thought she could go to the capitalism school to help earth. i mean yeah, she's just a kid, so there's no use in being like i told you so about it. but really it's like enrolling in the united states military and thinking you're going to be doing something good instead of just furthering imperialism lol

sophie thwarting every single one of el5n's shitty come ons is the best gag ever tbh

need a crack fic where random people try to talk to suletta and her first response is just "i'm sorry, i have a wife"

we should have known nothing good was going to happen this episode... she fucking left the couch

sir, please don't skip your meds

henao is kinda scary isnt she?

this is such a good reaction lmao

also wow i remember watching this whole episode and like yeah we knew SOMETHING was gonna happen... and then everything fuckin happens so fast. i don't know if the fast pace on this ep is a result of everything that was weird about the 2nd cour or if it was a conscious decision, but the breakneck pace in which everything happens in this show really helps to put one in the characters' shoes

thank you gjm for letting chuchu say fuck

rip jubeju

the witches from earth is suchhhh a good song lol it compliments this whole fight so well

some shirou emiya level dialogue right here

mannnn, sophie really didn't deserve that ending

norea,,,

grassley girls deserved better than to lose to guel and kenanji lol

actually, sophie, that is up for interpretation

suletta, you dumb naive little baby

lmao ok hearing sophie's dying screams is like actually uncomfortable this time around

ok so i didn't think they would spell this out for viewers so blatantly but that also made me crack the fuck up when this scene happened in the middle of the sophie v suletta fight because a good friend of mine who is an old time gundam fan refused to believe the aerial = eri theory

coolest reveal tbh

this final scene is why i really wish they'd done more to include cradle planet in the show because if you've never read it, this just makes suletta seem so absurdly naive and makes prospera seem way more evil. when the reality is that for the entirety of her life up to this point, suletta has only known aerial to be a machine used to help people via her search and rescue missions on mercury

pausing to take screenshots and stuff made this episode not seem so crazy but lmao like i said before, this episode is definitely kind of overstimulating with how much gets thrown at you all at once. everything just happens so fast

not looking forward to episode 15. i think that's the only ep i haven't given a rewatch to, so it'll be my actual 2nd time ever watching it. gonna hope there's some goodies i missed or forgot about

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Au Acosf - Epilogue

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I would like to say a huge thank you to anybody who has interacted with this fic. It has all meant so much to me. I’m so grateful to you for following this story and I hope that I’ve given Nesta and Cassian the story they deserved. More than that, thank you for trusting in my writing. It has given me so much confidence and courage to pursue my dream of being a writer.

Never did I think when I started this fic out of spite would it get to an enormous 360k words, yet it did. I had no plans for Eris, and certainly none for Tamlin, but I’m happy with the story and hope you are too. Thank you for believing in me.

‘You don’t seem nervous.’

‘Should I be?’

Eris leant against the wall, catching Nesta’s eyes through her reflection in the mirror. The very notion of Eris Vanserra being in her bedroom in Illyria should have had Cassian barrelling through the wall like a juggernaut, but since Koschei and Briallyn’s demises, life had been smoother. Nesta no longer felt like she was holding her breath, waiting for her inevitable demise. Cassian was calmer too, no longer paranoid with fear that something would happen to her or they’d be parted.  

‘Females generally are on the day of their wedding.’

Nesta inspected her face in the mirror. She’d slept well curled up with Emerie and Zasha. There hadn’t been any panicked dreams or last-minute nerves. The knock on the door from her sisters had woken them. ‘I’ve never been more certain about anything.’

After almost three weeks locked in the cabin together during the mating frenzy, Nesta and Cassian had finally surfaced for air. Their family had dropped food to their door throughout. Feyre and Elain always left a note attached, Azriel knocked and departed without waiting, and Balthazar would hammer on the door and holler through the wood until Emerie dragged him away.

Then they hadn’t had a moment alone. Nearly everybody wanted to be part of their planning or quizzed them relentlessly on the most menial topics. Cassian had nearly wept when Mor asked him to choose between two shades of lavender that were almost identical for the napkins. They had contemplated just running off together and having a private ceremony, but it would break all of the hearts of their family. They had a reason to come together and plan for something that wasn’t a battle which all of them seemed to enjoy thoroughly. Nesta suspected they enjoyed irritating her and Cassian most of all with their exhaustive plans.

The worst had been Rhysand. As often as they could, Nesta and Cassian avoided him. He insisted he was paying for all of it which Nesta would have been glad for, but he gave them a choice on absolutely everything from the colour of the ink on the invitations right down to the style of chair the guests would be sat on. He had complicated ranking systems for everything and wanted detailed opinions on it all – all of which he insisted on recording in a ledger too. Rhys fretted about minute details that Nesta had not even considered to be of importance prior. She had nearly snapped at him once, asking if he was the one marrying Cassian when the high lord had pulled a face at her choice of cutlery. When he had made both of them try every single caterer in Velaris, and their stomachs were uncomfortably full for days, Feyre finally managed to reign him in. He blamed his exuberance on their lack of mating ceremony.

Sanctuary could only be found with Azriel. The male, though still slightly withdrawn and carrying guilt, at least saw Nesta and Cassian as more than two dolls to play marriage with. Talk of a mating ceremony never came, and instead they lapsed into a steady routine of playing board games or visiting Rovena again. Sometimes the two males would spar together while Nesta watched from the kitchen window in breathless awe.

Since Nesta could now cook for her mate, she also happily took on those duties too. Cassian taught her how to cook many more Illyrian dishes, ones that recipes failed to master. When it came to spices, he had replied mysteriously that one simply knew how much to add. For Nesta, she was finding that the spicier the food the better. The unexpected domestic bliss blossoming between them ought to have been dull, but they were a team. He would chop vegetables efficiently and she’d stir the pan, deciding what herbs to throw in or would knead bread on the side beside him whilst Zasha waited for anything to drop. Sometimes they’d even ignore the door when Rhys knocked, knowing he’d be there with more elaborate plans for ribbons and banners. 

It was nice really, Nesta supposed. Everybody was happy for them. She understood now the significance of mating bonds in Prythian; many females would stop her in Windhaven to congratulate her with big, beaming smiles then offer her food too. She stopped wanting to take walks with Zasha through the busiest parts of Windhaven from fear of not fitting in the dress that Rovena had diligently sewn for her. They barely had to cook because people kept bringing them food and offering prayers and blessings.  

Cassian and Nesta had pooled together fae traditions and mortal ones, trying to weave in as many as they could. The night before their dual ceremony, he had spent at the House of Wind whilst she had remained at their home in Illyria with Emerie. It had been similar to their first day together, both hooting with laughter at filthy sections of their books. Balthazar had made an appearance with food but they’d shooed him out at nightfall. The meshing together of traditions was also the reason why Eris was stood in her bedroom.

She had debated having anybody walk her down the aisle then the thought of walking it alone terrified Nesta enough that she accepted Eris’ offer. The male wore black to fit with the Night Court and kept making comments that it was burning his skin as he tugged at the collar.

At the light knock on the door, both turned then Feyre popped her head round. ‘Time to go.’

The five females had spent the morning feasting on pastries and fruit in between getting ready before Eris’ arrival. The rift with her sisters was healing. Nesta and Feyre were learning how to actually be sisters, trying to find some common ground. Sometimes Feyre would come to Illyria where they’d walk Zasha together, the dog providing light relief and a topic of conversation when it ran dry. A couple of times, Nesta had forced herself to take a painting class to spend time with her sister. She was utterly dreadful at it – and the one painting she did bring home had made Cassian stoop over with full-bellied laughter. Nesta had wanted to burn it, but it was now up on their wall in the kitchen and he snorted still every time he looked upon it.

It was easier to mend the relationship with Elain. They had known each other best, known each other’s secrets. They had made their apologies and smoothed the valley growing between them. Elain had been nearly as bad as Rhys when it came to the wedding though, gazing with moon-wide eyes or sighing with dreaminess when she made Nesta recount her proposal or mating acceptance. When Nesta had suggested she plan her own mating ceremony to Lucien, her sister had turned scarlet and changed the topic, thank the Mother.

Helion had allowed the use of his pegasi pair for the wedding though they didn’t fly today. Gwyn, Emerie and Elain were already seated in the white carriage in gorgeous lilac gowns that Mor had helped to design. The carriage itself was adorned with an excess of ribbons and flowers that made Nesta roll her eyes, but it was better than walking all the way from Windhaven.

‘You look so calm,’ Emerie remarked.

Nesta took the hand extended by Eris and stepped into the carriage with Feyre following behind, politely brushing past Eris rather than accepting help.

‘Am I supposed to be dishevelled?’

‘Perhaps a little anxious before a wedding,’ Elain clarified. ‘I would be with so many watching.’

The pegasi began their gentle trot at the driver’s command so the wheels rattled over the uneven path running from the cabin.

‘The guest list is so large because somebody’s mate could not stop themselves from inviting half of Prythian.’

‘He’s excited for his freedom. Cassian is officially your problem from now on.’

Nesta risked a glance to Eris in case a callous retort bubbled on his lips, but the male kept silent, smirking slightly as he gazed at the rough Illyrian scenery.

Pinpointing a location had been a logistical nightmare. Nesta had been unwilling to negotiate on a number of factors: one of those had been a wedding in Illyria and the other had been the attendance of Eris. Wisely, Cassian kept quiet, but Rhys had made his displeasure known especially when it came to Eris riding in a carriage with Feyre. Somebody had convinced him though – Feyre, Cassian, Lucien or all three, Nesta wasn’t sure.

She had also begged and begged Rovena to attend so the wedding was being held near the lake only a few minutes walk from her home. Azriel could then accompany her there and back whenever she wanted to leave.

Persuading Gwyn to go had been another mammoth task, but Emerie and her had pleaded with the priestess until she reluctantly agreed. So far, Gwyn had been passed from Lucien to Eris to Emerie who was fiercely protective of her. Remarkably, Gwyn was comfortable around both the Vanserra brothers, perhaps because they had only spoken to her with the same sort of gentleness as they spoke with their mother. Or perhaps it was their magnificent orange hair tying the three together.

When Windhaven became an obscure mound in the distance behind them, Nesta’s heart did begin to beat a little quicker. She wouldn’t give the others that knowledge though. She had nothing to worry about; she was marrying Cassian and that was what she wanted. Her mate, however, was worried about unwanted guests in Illyria. Nesta had seen the frown bracketing his mouth when he dipped his head close to Rhys and Azriel discussing security. At dinner, Lucien had quipped that they were worried that if anybody turned up unannounced that Nesta might summon the Mask again to deal with it and smite any in her path. The table went silent in horror. Cassian’s wings had snapped together, body rigid. But Nesta had laughed and laughed, glad that the male could joke about such a thing and not be afraid of her. The Vanserras might have had reputations as being crafty snakes and foxes, but Lucien and Eris had proved that their spines were made of steel and their hearts of fire.

‘How many high lords are at this thing?’ Emerie craned her neck as if that might bring the gathered crowd into focus.

‘This thing,’ Nesta snorted. ‘Pardon me for interrupting your busy schedule. Only three.’

‘Only three,’ Emerie mocked. ‘Were you aiming for the set?’

The teasing was welcomed; it ate away at the unexpected beginnings of nerves. Emerie gave a pointed glance to the bouquet of flowers in Nesta’s hand that she was gripping with white knuckles. It was a sign that Emerie knew she was growing nervous and was trying to calm her.

‘Three? Is Tamlin not coming?’

Feyre stiffened at Eris’ words. She kept her pale eyes on the landscape rolling by, but Nesta could tell her sister was listening in.

‘He’s unable to attend. Fionn and his family are coming though.’ Nesta had sent the invitation with a letter that explained that if he was uncomfortable in attending, she would hold no ill will towards him. Coming to her aid had been enough – allowing her to live in his home and echoing her lie to Beron had been enough even then. Forcing the male to sit in the court Feyre and Rhys ruled while she married a male who had once been his enemy was too much of a stretch with the amount of history between them all. A brief but polite response had arrived swiftly declining but thanking her.

A light Autumn wind grazed across their skin as Feyre and Elain exited the carriage first followed by Gwyn and Emerie.

‘Ready?’

Nesta breathed out through pursed lips. ‘Yes.’

***

Cassian had thought he’d loved Nesta before their bond had been accepted. Hell, he’d loved her before he’d even felt it snap into place. But after she had presented him with food, love had swelled inside of him. Nesta became the centre of his universe. There was no other for him ever. Cassian had one purpose in life and it was ensuring her happiness. If she was cold, he’d find extra blankets, weaving them by hand if it had to. If she said she wanted fruit only found in the Day Court, he’d fly all the way there to pick her a piece. The thought that, one day, Nesta would carry his child, made him almost start tearing up. Cauldron help him if that day ever came. The thought of a smaller, winged version of Nesta one day made his heart burst.

The night before their mating ceremony had been spent in Velaris with his brothers along with Mor and Amren sharing memories of life before the Archerons had cast spells on them. The three males had finished the night in Illyria, in Rhys’ own cabin, drinking and trading stories until the dawn had begun breaking into the sky. Mor joined them in the morning to ensure they didn’t look too rough, she said, whilst Amren remained in Velaris to keep a watch over the city.

Like a mother hen, Rhys had swept around ensuring the flowers were arranged to perfection and that all the chairs had identical spacing between them. If he could instruct the sky how to appear, Cassian had little doubt that Rhys would have done that too. He and Azriel just watched, mystified by the nit-picking, swooning, romance-adoring high lord inspecting the pebbles by the lake as if they would be of any importance.

‘You get once chance at a mating ceremony and Feyre denied him,’ Azriel tutted.

‘And I’m the one paying as consequence.’ At Azriel’s chuckle, he shot, ‘I’ll make sure he’s worse for yours.’

Once guests began to arrive, Cassian’s nerves started. He was plagued by the terror of Nesta not arriving, or a note being sent ahead to say she had changed her mind or there were too many people in attendance and she didn’t want that many there. Worse still were thoughts of trouble that could come from other Illyrians. None had moved against her since she wore the Mask – neither Illyrians or mortal queens – but Cassian would always fear for his mate’s safety. She was the most powerful female in Prythian, maybe even the world. There would always be a target on her back, to hurt her, to use her, to covet her. Even if Nesta didn't have a drop of power, it wouldn’t change a thing for Cassian though. He loved her quick mind and clever wit, her golden-heart and sense of morality. At the core of her, Nesta was good.  

‘Carriage is coming,’ Azriel murmured.

Rhys’ face softened as he caught sight of his mate stepping from it, her golden-brown hair half-up and woven with white flowers, the other half tumbled down her back. Elain was dressed to match in a sweeping, lilac gown, with only her slightly darker hair marking a difference between them.

For many hours, Nesta had worked with Rovena discussing dresses. He knew that Mor had helped too when Nesta had torn up her sketches that resembled blobs with limbs. Azriel’s mother had made every gown and suit with some assistance from Marsela. None of the males had been allowed to see them or even know what colour they were until they day. They were utterly beautiful.

Gwyn and Emerie followed the youngest Archerons down the aisle, sticking close to each others’ sides with bouquets of white flowers in their hands. A shadow whooshed past Cassian to sweep around Gwyn before returning to its master. Her mouth quirked into a smile from the greeting.

Cassian brushed his clammy hands down his trousers legs, his pulse echoing in his ears, as he waited for the final two to leave the carriage.

Nesta was obscured by a veil, but even that took Cassian’s breath away. Delicate stars were stitched to the gossamer fibres as well as mother of pearl and diamond. It was pure Night Court and his heart soared at the sight of it. She slipped her arm through the one Eris extended for her to take. The male had begrudgingly worn the same style the three of them wore at the top end of the aisle; charcoal coloured and tailored to their bodies. Cassian was itching to be out of it; it didn’t suit him like leathers did but Nesta might have murdered him if he turned up to their wedding as if he was attending a battle.

The time it took them to reach the altar felt like nothing and everything. The train of her dress wasn’t too long, but it draped behind her, the veil was also long enough to blend with it. It was a simple dress where the bodice clung to her frame and tiny flowers had been stitched by hand to the lace by Rovena. The straps dripped off her shoulders to her upper arms, exposing the pale skin of her chest. The flowing skirt swirled about her legs as Nesta walked with Eris towards them. The dress was Nesta. Simple, elegant, beautiful.

He caught the slight quake in her delicate fingers as Eris presented her to him, placing her hand into Cassian’s. He was slightly glad to feel that her hand was as damp with sweat as his own.

 Cassian raised the veil from her face as if uncovering a precious treasure. Her cheeks had taken on a rosy hue from the attention and she appeared all the more bewitching for it. Nesta’s hair was unbound for all the world to see; a wave of gold cascading down her back.

‘Beautiful. So beautiful.’

Nesta smiled, silver already rimming her eyes. ‘I missed you last night.’

‘Me too.’ He kissed her forehead.

They had woven together their own vows, taking ones from Prythian and Illyria then casting them with mortal ones to create something unique. Something that was theirs. They both spoke in unison while the priestess wound the length of ruby ribbon around their joined hands. The tradition was black, but they had bucked tradition as often as they could. Nesta had wanted red for his siphons – and Cassian did whatever she asked. They had already formally accepted the mating bond so the ribbon was more for decoration.

‘I have fled the bad, I have found the better. There shall be one love for us both; one bond after our vows. We proclaim ourselves one in flesh and in spirit. I give you that which is mine to give – my heart, my soul, my forever. We pledge with sincerity to be each other’s in sickness and in health, in this world or the immortal land of milk and honey. I am yours.’

I am yours. The words echoed around them, filling Cassian with pure euphoria. Nesta was his. He was hers. He placed a golden band on her finger and she did the same to him.

‘May the Mother bless you, guide you, and carry you together,’ the priestess said, sealing their vows to each other.

He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Nesta’s lips. Through the rapturous applause, Nesta murmured, ‘Is that all I get?’

She tilted her head upwards for more, a proud albeit mischievous smile flickering to her pouting lips. Cassian swept her up to his chest with one arm, pinning her to his broad body, as their lips met again with more fervour. Somebody in the crowd whistled, maybe Helion, but Cassian didn’t care. He was married and mated to Nesta Archeron. No male could want more.  

***

The ribbon binding Nesta and Cassian’s hand provided one benefit: he had to greet their guests alongside her. Many of them were his own acquaintances; camp lords who would find great offence if they were not invited even if the event was mind-numbingly boring for them. None dared to call her a witch that day, not after news of her being possessed by the Mother had swept across Illyria and much of Prythian. Nesta had achieved legendary-like status where she was viewed with both awe and fear. It kept the camp lords quiet at least, one even trembled at the sight of her.  

Once everybody had a glass of something in their hands, Rhys had insisted upon speeches. His was the longest, only coming to an end when Feyre’s eyes had glazed and likely told him to end it. Feyre had spoken next then finally Azriel, who gave the shortest and most amusing one.

‘To my brother, I wish you every happiness. And to Nesta,’ he gave a pointed look to Cassian and gulped, ‘good luck.’

He’s sank into shadow at the attention, but Cassian still stuck his middle finger up towards his direction.

A spread of food covered long tables near the water’s edge. They had rejected a sit-down meal for something more casual where people could mingle and talk while an Illyrian band played. The same band from Spring, who had played at her leaving party, would come at nightfall to play more ballads which Nesta was looking forward to immensely. Another table was piled with presents. A young male from Iron Crest was keeping a watch on them. Cassian informed her that he was the one who had fought alongside him during Briallyn’s coup of the camp.

‘Congratulations emissary,’ said a friendly male voice. ‘General.’

‘I’ve retired,’ Nesta said, holding up her hands.

Fionn kissed her hand then shook Cassian’s own, before calling over his wife and children. The initial shyness presented by Nuala faded when Nesta exclaimed how quietly the little girl had sat through the ceremony. Baby Eimear had grown a thick crop of curly blonde hair and one lone tooth at the bottom of her gum.

‘This is from the Spring Court,’ said Aoife handing Nesta a gift.

‘From all of you?’ Cassian teased.

‘Well, Tamlin. But it’s taken us a while to track it down. Open it. You’ll see.’

She and Cassian exchanged a curious look. The rectangular gift was wrapped in brown paper. Definitely a book.

At the sight of the cover, her heart dropped into her stomach. It was a good drop, she decided. A good, overwhelming lurch. She touched a shaking finger to the cover.

‘It is the right one, isn’t it?’

The general of the Spring Court searched Nesta’s face then his eldest daughter’s. It was a book of children’s stories – ones likely influenced by fae history due to the magic within. Nesta had told Nuala the same stories on nights that she’d put her to bed, trying to recall them from her own memories. The little girl had never heard such stories, so Nesta had explained that she once had a kindly nursemaid who used to read her bedtime tales when she was a mortal. Never her mother or father. Nesta couldn’t recall a time when either parent had ever put her to bed. It was always the servants who tucked them in or stayed at their beds if they were sick. It was the exact copy of the book that used to be read to her – perhaps not the one she had owned, but one a mortal had once had. The pages were worn in places, nibbled yellow at the edges.

‘The interrogation tactics we had to employ on this one to get every last detail about the book,’ he grinned, squeezing Nuala’s shoulders.

‘They’re mortal stories for children,’ Nesta explained to Cassian, throat thick with emotion.

He gripped her hand, squeezing it gently to keep her from unravelling at the thoughtful nature of the gift. ‘It’s a wonderful gift. Thank you all.’

Aoife smiled. ‘There wasn’t a book in the manor that you hadn’t read and when Nuala talked about the stories you told her, we knew they had to be mortal ones. We thought – one day when you have children – you could read them to your own.’

Nesta had managed to hold back her tears during the ceremony, had managed during the speeches, but this was the pebble that caused the avalanche. She didn’t know what made her so emotional. Perhaps because the gift was incredibly thoughtful and special. Perhaps because it was a link to her past when she had nothing left from her life below the wall. Perhaps it was the thought of becoming a mother and raising a child alongside Cassian and giving them all of the love that they had both been denied.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, Nesta embraced Aoife then Fionn. Cassian unravelled the ribbon from their hands so he could place a gentle one on the small of her back, holding her steady.

It was the only gift Cassian let her open at the ceremony as he was worried that she might blub her way through the rest of the night if they were all so considerate. They took a moment to themselves whilst Nesta composed herself near the edge of the lake. He kept his arms around her so she breathed in his scent of cedar and the wind.

‘Would you like to be a mother?’

‘Not yet. But yes. I want that more than anything.’

‘You will be brilliant.’

Nesta looked into his hazel eyes. There were still hurdles ahead concerning raising a child in Illyria, still battles to be fought. Their plans for an orphanage were developing nicely with a plot of land bought on the outskirts of Windhaven beside a meadow of wildflowers. It wasn’t the time to create life yet, but they both had so much love to give to ones who had no parents. Emerie was excited at the prospect of being part of it too and she had begun to speak to Nesta in simple Illyrian sentences to help her learn the language better. It filled Nesta with hope.  

‘I cannot wait for this future with you,’ she said, reaching up to stroke a hand across his face.

‘Whatever comes our way, it’s you and I through everything.’

The Lady of the Autumn Court had been under heavy guard during the celebrations. Whilst Eris had been occupied, Baran had kept a watch on Adeline along with Lucien, and the moment Eris was relieved of duties, he was back at his mother’s side. Nesta had a feeling it was to keep a certain handsome high lord away from her. In the past, Nesta would have expected Helion to jump at the chance of spilling his charm on the guests, but his eyes had never strayed for long from Adeline during the celebrations. The longing on his expression was painful, though Adeline tried not to look at him. She would change directions or turn her face away as though she could feel the weight of his gaze.

Nesta dragged Cassian towards Eris and Adeline.

‘Hello Adeline, this is my husband, Cassian. I wanted to thank you for raising a son kind enough to walk me down the aisle.’

‘Thank you so much for letting me be a part of your happiness.’

Lucien wasn’t solely Helion’s. Those kind eyes were hers. Even traits of Eris could be found in his mother’s face. Rather than the Autumn hues of red and amber, she’d opted for a forest green gown with golden stitching. She was still too thin, her russet eyes still heavy with sadness, but she had left the Forest House and that was a victory to be celebrated.

‘We are honoured to have you here,’ Cassian replied smoothly, playing courtier.

Eris searched over his shoulder to place Helion’s location, ready to spirit his mother away if he encroached on them. Helion remained chatting with Rhysand and Cresseida though his eyes frequently flitted to them.

A small hand tugged at Nesta’s dress then Lorin extended his arms upwards to be lifted up to her hip. Adeline smiled fondly to the boy as Nesta swept his black hair from his eyes.

‘He is a darling.’

‘And he’s put a sticky hand on your dress,’ Eris remarked.

Sure enough, there was a small mark on her gown, but it did not bother Nesta. The dress, though lovingly made, was only a dress. Having the people who mattered to her around was the greater gift.

‘I remember when you were that small,’ said Adeline to her eldest. ‘I was so young and so nervous, but the Mother blessed me with the easiest baby imaginable. All Eris did was sleep. Never gave me any cause for concern. He went to anybody, never fussed, never sick. A very good baby. Not like my youngest.’

‘Was Lucien a difficult child?’ Cassian asked, trying hard to bridge a conversation.

Before Adeline could speak, Eris explained, ‘a spoilt baby. One who would not settle unless he was in somebody’s arms.’

She touched her son’s cheek lovingly. ‘And I remember my eldest being sat beside his youngest brother’s cot in the mornings where he’d gone into his room at night because he didn’t like to be apart from him.’

Colour bloomed high on Eris’ cheekbones. He might have been a high lord, but his mother still could successfully embarrass him. Cassian’s brows had gone high in disbelief.

‘I never said I didn’t spoil him. It was a collective effort.’ He squeezed his mother’s shoulder.

It was strange to imagine a life if Beron had not been so cruel. Whether Lucien might have stayed at the Autumn Court – whether Elain would still be his mate. The two females had met. Nesta had craned her neck over Emerie’s shoulder when she had seen Lucien taking Elain towards his mother to introduce them. She’d wished she had Azriel’s shadows to eavesdrop. That pair had been making steps towards friendship. While Lucien’s leg had been healing, he would take a short walk around Velaris with Elain. A couple of times, they had taken tea at Elain’s invitation. Slowly, but surely, something was blooming between them.

Lorin tipped forwards on Nesta’s hips, stretching out his hands towards Adeline. He babbled in Illyrian and Cassian squinted, trying to translate for them. ‘I think he wants your necklace.’

‘May I?’

Lorin went to Adeline happily, more comfortable with females than males. Sure enough, his hand clasped around the thin, silver chain around her neck that she had raised for him to take. Nesta prayed that he’d not give it a sharp tug and snap it – though Adeline did not appear like she would mind. Her face had gone all soft and wistful.

Marsela had attended the ceremony, but had tired quickly. Balthazar had escorted her home, with Rovena offering to keep the children with her when Lule began to cry that she didn’t want to go home. Nesta had a feeling that the children were a distraction for Rovena, soothing her nerves.

On cue, Lule appeared, flapping around all of their heads. Her hair had been tamed into a long fishtail braid, but strands of it had been pulled loose.

‘That’s my brother,’ she explained, surging past Eris’ ear. ‘He doesn’t talk yet.’

‘You make up for it,’ chided Cassian, trying to catch her from the air, but the girl was too fast. She darted downwards, wings snapping together like a fin. It was a trick Balthazar had taught her.

Rovena stood to the side, trying hopelessly to draw Lule back to her. A shadow trailed her, likely on his son’s order, but he was busy dancing with Gwyn near the band. Her teal eyes had lit up at the sight of the musicians gathered and Azriel had been besotted enough to ask her to dance.

Nesta gestured for the female to join them, desperate to seize the opportunity presented, but Rovena remained rooted to the spot, holding out a hand for Lule. The girl sighed her name, drawing out each vowel with dramatic exaggeration.

If Rovena wouldn’t move to them, they would go to her. Nesta took a step closer and introduced her. ‘This is Rovena, Azriel’s mother. She is the delightful female responsible for creating this incredible dress – all of the dresses actually.’

Lule swooped into Rovena’s arms, the elder of the pair clinging tightly to the younger. ‘And she made mine!’

‘You have a wonderful talent,’ Adeline said, following suit and taking a graceful step closer, still balancing Lorin against her hip.

‘Thank you,’ she murmured, dipping her head slightly.

Nesta wove an arm around Rovena’s back, beneath the lower curve of her wings, to ease her discomfort.

‘Do you only have one child?’

Rovena gave a terse nod while Lule squirmed to escape her grip and flutter around them again.

‘I had seven. All boys.’

‘You say it as if it’s a bad thing, mother,’ Eris said, eyes cataloguing the way Rovena shielded herself with Lule, the way she defaulted to pointing her face to the ground. Eris was clever. He was likely taking this piece of Azriel’s history and comparing it to the burns on his hands. Nesta did not believe he would use it as leverage against the male however, not with how protective he was of his own mother. There were some lines that were not meant to be crossed.

‘A daughter would have been nice,’ she replied.

‘Girls are better than boys,’ Lule declared.

‘We won’t keep you any longer,’ Nesta said, winding her arm through Cassian’s again. She gave a pointed look to Eris, to ease up on his protection and let his mother have freedom. There was a sense that the females might be able to talk more without everybody watching, to use the children as a common ground. Nesta wondered if Adeline had ever been able to have friends – just as Rovena had been lonely through self-isolation.

Sure enough, once they had given them space, Adeline started a conversation again – likely about Lorin by the way she lifted him higher and the way Rovena reached forwards to smooth his hair down. Eris fought against his instinct to rush back to his mother’s side and be her shield, but some behaviours, no matter how good they were, could stifle.

‘When are you letting Helion close to her?’ Cassian asked, unable to stop himself from striking the tinder.

Eris rolled his eyes. ‘It is on her orders I keep them apart.’

‘A dutiful son.’

‘Now, now boys. Play nice,’ Nesta warned. 

She took Cassian for another walk around, ensuring they had spoken at least once to every guest present as was expected. Her feet were beginning to throb, and she’d not been able to eat a bite because every forkful had been interrupted, but her mate promised her a warm bath and whatever she wanted to eat when they returned to their home that night.

Nuala had led Aoife by the hand towards Lule. The two small girls had been tearing around the party for most of the evening, hand in hand. At the sight of baby Eimear, Rovena and Adeline had turned into sap. Both females cooed at the small, golden-haired babe. Nerves faded between them and Nesta gave a contented sigh, watching from the opposite end of the celebration. She slipped her hand into Cassian’s, squeezing once then nodding towards the females.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, drawing her in close for a kiss. ‘That’s a good thing.’

She agreed. It was unlikely their paths would cross again, but the seeds had been sewn. The two females who had suffered irreparably at the hands of males had met and seen themselves in each other. All Nesta had wanted was to show them that they were not alone.

‘Why doesn’t he say anything?’

Nesta searched for Helion, but he was stood with an arm slung around Lucien, likely embarrassing him from the blush on his cheeks. Cassian’s warm hand gripped her chin and turned it so she looked upon Eris.

The male stood stiffly with a drink in his hand, one eye on his mother, the other sparing a glance to Mor occasionally. She was dancing with Feyre, blonde hair bouncing as she twirled. Mor had kept up her act of outright ignoring the male and he had not tried to speak to her at all.

It had been an awkward conversation when Nesta had explained that Eris would be accompanying her down the aisle so Mor spending time with the other females in Illyria would mean also spending time with Eris. Thankfully, Cassian had been the one to broach the topic, compromising that she was welcome with him and his brothers. It made sense that way, the two females were not still not particularly friendly with each other.

‘Eris wants her to tell the truth, I think. Ironic considering her power.’

Cassian thought on it for a moment. ‘Maybe its his instincts too. If he exposes what they are, it would hurt her.’

‘The pull is getting stronger for both of them since he’s become high lord. A conversation will need to happen soon. I think he’s waiting for her to sever it.’

‘You think he’ll let her?’

‘Let her?’ Nesta snorted softly, weaving her fingers through Cassian’s. ‘He’s not exposed their bond in half a millennium. He’s far better than you give him credit for.’

It was a night spent dancing under the magnificent Illyrian stars. Nesta had kicked off her shoes once they had made her feet bleed but continued dancing with her friends. Her mate had managed one dance, where they’d crashed knees and thrown their heads back with joyous laughter, but she hadn’t forced him into any more.

Guests said their goodbyes once the night began to wane though some were still full of vigour. Gwyn was one of the first to leave with Azriel winnowing her back to the library, but she promised to see Nesta again soon. Rovena went soon after, insisting that Balthazar was capable of walking her home. That was a big step – Azriel seemed to realise it too. The young male had Lule cradled to his chest, finally slumbering, but Lorin, in Rovena’s arms, was fighting sleep. Nesta knew that Azriel was scared to leave his mother with Balthazar even if it was mere minutes to her warded home, but he had to resist smothering her when she was trying to be brave. When Balthazar had returned, Azriel had thanked him privately, but the tension still lined his face.

It was a perfect day. A perfect night. Nesta could not recall a time where she had been so gloriously happy or hopeful of what was to come in her life. With Cassian at her side, she felt brave enough to do anything, to try anything.

‘What do you say we go home,’ Cassian said before kissing her, ‘I run you a bubble bath,’ another kiss, ‘give you a massage,’ another kiss, ‘then we don’t leave the bedroom until tomorrow night?’

‘And all of these guests?’

‘Rhys invited them. He can play hostess.’

‘Let’s go home and see Zasha.’

Cassian lifted Nesta by the waist until her legs wrapped around his hips. Her arms came around his neck so she could tuck her face into it. It wasn’t their usual way to fly, but there was an intimacy in it that only lovers could have. Lovers, mates, spouses. Friends. It had been a long journey for them. They had needed to become friends long before they had been anything else to each other. They had needed time to grow with each other, to learn from each other. A mating bond was not love. Love was what had developed over months of laughter and teasing, of teaching and learning together.

The light within her chest brightened to a radiant sun as his wings lifted them into the air. There was no other for Nesta. Cassian was her forever. The future was welcomed now, a bright warmth that she was happy to walk towards with him at her side.

[lovely-vanserra-sunshine]

hello :) hope you’re well!!! i was just thinking about the epilogue of fanning flames (which i just loved btw), and feel free to ignore this lol, but i just had to ask if eris goes to visit ember in his territory?? i always hoped that eris would have a decent relationship with at least one of his brothers

Hi!! Oh my goodness I am SO glad you asked about that!! In short, yes!! Eris definitely goes to visit him in his territory and, over time, they grow closer and friendlier towards each other. I think he and Eris eventually form a relationship that they both greatly value, though it’s kept quiet. They very much respect and appreciate each other.

I can’t even begin to express how much your message made me :) Ember is one of my favorite side characters even though he’s in the fic so very little lol. I don’t think I’ll ever get around to writing it, but I always had this idea that he has a daughter around Lucien’s age that he keeps hidden from the Vanserras lol

I apologize for this lengthy message lol I just got very excited to talk about everything. I hope it answers your question!

[shi-daisy]

Yooo! Since you have said the second fic will be Neris/ Vanserra bros and want to make more content for them I have something of a request.

If you've read the Neris Halloween fic here on Tumblr. Do you have any ideas as to who your version of the Vanserras would be? I really need to know what those rascals would be doing in costume.

Anon yesss!!! I'm having a blast with Tamlin and Lucien but I can't wait to start writing my Autmn babies and my Lady Death, so send me anything you have with them ♥

I have indeed read @theladyofbloodshed Halloween foc many times and I still love it!. Ma'am if I may say I love your writing, especially Nesta's and your fics are a delight.

Okay so if it was my version of the Vanserra siblings that were in the maze and in costume this is what they'd be like:

Nemesis

In a modern AU we have meds and I'm sure that at least one of the other kiddos would keep an eye on their unstable second eldest brother. So if either Eris or Cedric made sure Nemesis took his meds and he had a toy knife instead of a real one he would be going as either Chucky from Child's Play or as Pennywise from IT. He already has fire orange hair and is a fan of fucked up horror (Saw, Hostel, Texas Chainsaw, etc) so our man would be thrilled for a chance to scare people and play with (fake) blood. Since night terrors and sleep paralysis are not fun he would try to make it until Dawn for the medal, and to fall asleep easily at home. He would be a pain in the ass if he finds out about Eris and Nesta. Dude just wants his bro to settle down, and to bug him too.

Gideon

Alas poor himbo, he's dead on my fics so we only see him in flashback but in a modern AU he might be the jock kid that wants to vibe and has no thoughts head empty. He'd dress up as Frankenstein's monster as a pair costume with Cedric. Dude is tall enough to rock it and would be thrilled to try and get a medal. (Immediately falls asleep as soon as he's home) Also shipping Eris with his Morticia.

Tanya/Tybalt

If this takes place pre-tramsition she'd dress up as Ghostface and use a voice modulator to sound feminine. That way she wouldn't be misgendered and not even Beron could give her grief. If this takes place post transition she'd dress up as Bloom from Winx Club. All she'd need is a wig and her glittery costume that she'd rock. Would also make the costumes for all her siblings cuz tailor in every univers baby! Wouldn't give Eris grief but would be excited to have a sister in law if things go well. Wouldn't stay until Dawn and heads home as soon as she gets on the rides and eats.

Arryn

Man just wants to be a pirate in every universe. He might be dead in the fics but here he would be Captain Hook, just to brother the others with his annoying accessory. Would also be chill about the Neris development mostly because this year the group didn't lose him but rather Eris and he got a breather from having to navigate the maze alone. Would also leave early after eating. Not a fan of the spooktacular.

Cedric

He'd be Dr. Frankenstein. Man's already a mad scientist in the fic let's make it official here too. Given he's in a pair costume with Gideon he'd have to make sure the man does not lose the group and would keep Nemesis from scaring the toddlers with fake blood. He might be the second youngest but if Eris isn't there then he's on dad duty and would have to stay until Dawn for Nemesis and Gideon. If he went to college for every science major then he'd be used to it by now and would happily stay up all night and maybe alm day if you let him. Would ship Neris but be quiet about it and let his older brothers be the ones to bother Eris.

[thelazyhermits]

heyo! ฅ^•-•^ฅ

i've been rereading a lot of TABF fics for comfort and the thought of idol singer Fortune and her legion of fans pushed me out of my art block, so thank you and storysmith for the inspo! o(*^▽^*)/

i thought the outfit would probably cover most of her skin because she's still careful about scars showing, and Dadzawa vetoing the ones that just show a lot of skin lol. Eri's dream from Now It's My Turn to Make You Smile described their outfits as being in UA colors but uhh, does anyone actually know what those colors are? XD i ended up picking colors from the gym uniforms, the cheerleading outfits, and the gold buttons on the normal uniform jackets. (she's lowkey giving pumpkin vibes but it's cute lol)

Annnnnd then i did a variation just paint bucketing over the finished piece with more pastel kinda colors thinking what if it was an idol au? maybe her fan given nickname involves 'cryptid'? it could be from her always being the unexpected surprise guest at events or variety shows with weird ways of suddenly appearing on stage lol. also ofc had to give her the hatsume patented hover tech boots™ for that fancy sky choreography. (just don't look too closely, the number of times I redrew those shoes,,,, ough,,,,,)

hope this made you smile, and thanks again for sharing your writing with us! it's genuinely such a delight and comfort to read, i am off to reread JWTN again for what must be the fifth time lol 💕

(ps. i actually read your twisted wonderland series recently, going into it knowing nothing about tw except 'disney?? but make them cute anime boys', and that i loved your writing. pulled up the tw character pages in another tab for visuals and had so much fun reading about Yuu trying to keep her sons out of trouble XD. Jack is best boi, no contest.)

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! I absolutely love this!!! Thank you so much!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

Idol Fortune is so fun to think about, and I love how you drew her. Her outfit looks super cute in both colors, although I'll admit I'm partial toward pastels XD I think the hover boots look awesome!

Her having a nickname involving the word cryptid is so funny and something I can totally get behind. Maybe it involves how she first debuted cause there was so little info about her and she just came outta nowhere lol

In regards to the tags you made which I left on this post so everyone else could see them, I honestly have no idea how I'd involve Aizawa in such an AU cause it's hard for me to imagine a guy like him as an idol manager and/or a fan 😂 Maybe he just ends up as her guardian after she's rescued from Mumei, and someone like Mic or Midnight takes the manager position. Aizawa, of course, ends up being one of Fortune's biggest supporters despite knowing next to nothing about idols lol

Idol All Might and Manager Nighteye is such a hilarious mental image. I love it 😂

Thank you for sharing this with me! It absolutely made me smile! I love your art and am super happy that my writing is a source of comfort for you 🥰

I'm also delighted that you gave my Twst fics a shot despite being unfamiliar with the series. I'm glad you like reading about Yuu keeping her sons out of trouble and that you agree Jack is best boi 😊💕💕

[virginityrocks07]

elriel fic

1.2k words

warnings: smut, NSFW

disclaimer: i am not an elriel fan. i ship gwynriel 100%

"You found him?"

Rhys shot up from his desk when Cassian landed on the balcony, Azriel comatose in his arms and dripping with blood. He summoned Madja with a quick mental word, and motioned for Cassian to set Azriel on one of the many tables in his study.

Cassian's wild eyes met Rhys' and his wind matted hair swung as Cassian shook his head. "I'm not sure what happened. It looks like a stab wound, but I can't be positive. He was at the border-" He was cut off by a growl. "Fucking Eris," Rhys spat.

-

Madja had sentenced Azriel to a week of bed rest. Initially, she had insisted that he stay off of his feet for three weeks, but his and Rhys' grumbling forced her to compromise. She had thrown her hands up in defeat, warning the high lord not to come crying to her if his precious spymaster ripped his stitches and bled out.

Elain had not been involved in this process, however Cerridwen's description of Azriel's injuries had been extremely vivid. Elain was glad that Feyre had asked her to attend to Nyx while Madja had sewn Azriel up, though his muffled grunts of pain were still audible from across the river house.

Though Elain knew she shouldn't, she spent the morning baking, preparing the dough for the pink, cream filled pastries she knew Azriel liked, along with a few others. She knew she should leave him be; he had made his intentions abundantly clear at Solstice. There could be nothing between them. He wanted nothing between them. But friends visited each other when they were incapacitated. It was the friendly thing to do, she thought, bringing him food, keeping him company. After all, she would have done the same for any of the others.

He was asleep when she nudged open his door with a tray of pastries balanced on her hip, his face softer, less solemn than it was in consciousness. Shadows wreathed his muscled form, wrapping around his bare, muscled torso and skittering behind his back as she approached. One reached toward his ear, and his eyes snapped open.

Those brilliant hazel eyes followed her aproned form as she set the tray of food on the table beside his massive bed. He sat up then, making to stand, and she rushed over and shoved him back down as gently as she could. "Madja said bed rest, Azriel. That means staying in the bed." She leaned over him, heart thumping in her chest, and made to pull his scattered blankets across his sculpted abdomen. Her breasts brushed his tattoed skin and she felt him take in a sharp breath-

A hand, scarred and lightning fast, shot out, gripping her wrist. Her eyes met his, bright hazel shaded with something dark and heady. His shadows were barely visible, peeking out from behind his broad shoulders, and chittering excitedly behind him.

Elain could scent his arousal with her unnatural fae senses, cedar and smoke, and she felt her face warm in response. The scent of him was intoxicating; she could breathe it in forever and never tire of it. For once, she was grateful for her fae nose. She wondered what she smelled like, if it had the same effect on Azriel that his scent had on her.

Azriel's hand lifted hers to his gorgeous mouth, and kissed it with those perfect lips. The kiss was feather soft, as was his grip, though it tightened as he spoke. "Tell me to stop, Elain," he whispered, his deep voice gravelly with lust and lack of use. She made a small sound, not quite a whimper or a squeak.

Azriel tugged her toward him by her wrist and closed the distance between them, pausing to slide his hand into her hair before their lips met. He groaned when she opened for his tongue, his free hand reaching down to her hip. Though all logic was telling her no, don't, leave right now, Elain decided that she didn't care about anything except the press of Azriel's lips on hers, the sweep of his tongue across the roof of her mouth, his hot breath on her neck as she climbed into his bed and straddled him. One of her elegant fingers stroked his sharp jaw, another trailed down his neck to his chest, his muscled hip, the buckle on his trousers. "Tell me to stop, Azriel," she whispered with a small smile as she undressed him completely, not waiting for an answer.

She should have felt bad, taking advantage of his fragile state. Instead she was glad of his injury; she knew that, under any other circumstances, she would have been the one pinned to the mattress at his mercy. This sense of control, something she had never had with Graysen, was intoxicating.

Elain brushed a trail of soft kisses down Azriel's flushed torso, skipping over the bandage covering his still healing stitches. She had overheard Nesta and her replacement sisters, the Valkyries, talking once about something that they called the "Wingspan Correlation Theory." According to this so-called theory, Illyrian males with large wingspans tended to be impressively endowed. She was glad to note that this theory was, in fact, correct, as she glanced up at Azriel's impressive wings, which were splayed out on the bed behind him, and then back down at his weapon of a cock. Massive, perfectly shaped, with a small drop of pearlescent liquid already dripping from the tip. The second Elain's tongue touched it, Azriel's hips bucked violently, his scarred hand fisting in her thick hair.

Elain had done this several times before; Graysen had enjoyed it very much, though he always refused to reciprocate, much to her chagrin. With her hands braced on Azriel's muscled thighs, Elain knew exactly where to place her lips, her tongue, how to take him in her mouth and open her throat, humming slightly. He groaned, a long, pained sound, as her teeth scraped his shaft, and one of his hands gripped her hair tight enough to hurt, while the other clenched the soft, black linens that adorned his bed.

Elain glanced up at him through her dark lashes, and saw Azriel, head tipped back in ecstasy, back arched off of his massive bed. She had done that. Quiet, simpering Elain. The forgotten Archeron sister, the one who was capable of nothing more than beauty and insanity. She knew how others saw her, knew that they thought her a simple fool, her sisters purring pet, content to rest at her masters' feet like a lazy cat so long as she was fed. Elain and Azriel were alike in that regard, she mused, as he spilled himself into her throat. Pets of the High Lord and Lady. Rhys' lapdog and Feyre’s pretty cat, she thought as she swallowed, ignoring the bitter taste of him on her tongue as she used it to clean him off.

She crawled toward his face, kissing him long and hard before sliding off of the bed and passing him a small pink pastry from the tray that lay forgotten on the table. She left without a word, leaving the shadowsinger alone in his bed, gasping for air and covered in sweat, one hand outstretched towards her.

[tadpolesonalgae]

ok first, before i forget, i don't remember sending that eris ask in but i know it was the night i got drunk and couldn't stop thinking about him lol eris has me by the throat and thank u if you actually write one of my ramblings 🙏

about the tier list, you not liking reading major character death or unhappy ending but like writing it is so funny but also terrifying please have mercy. some of them were surprising but others i expected like i knew dark fic was going to be s tier because you write the best ones. i guess it changes a bit from what you usually write to what you like to read about

turns out i can't send images on asks on anon so 💔 but i can just do a rundown of mine:

- s tier is: slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fake relationship, fluff and angst

- a tier: sharing a bed, enemies to lovers, unrequited love, established relationship, huddle for warmth, pwp, soulmate

- b tier: dark fic, in vino veritas, fix it fic, hurt comfort, first kiss

- c tier: amensia, abo, sex pollen, missing scenes, bang or die, humor

- then there's a special row for canon divergence

- and the ones i don't really like are: prangancy fic, baby fic, major character death, love triangle, unhappy ending, crossover, crack fic, body swap, high school au

i want to clarify that unrequited love is pretty high but i usually like it when it turns out not to be unrequited because i like the momentary angst but i like an happy ending

also the aus are hard to rank because what i usually like and read about is already fantasy or magic so they're not really relevant. and they left out the best ones like demon au or vampire au

and the canon divergence has its own row because when there's a oc there's going to be changes but i don't like when those changes are to the point of me barely recognizing the acotar world yk and i don't like when certain things are changed but i don't mind with others (like some fics don't have nyx), i guess that's king of personal for each person. also in other fandoms i tend to like all the characters that end up dead somehow so i like when they're alive or when the fic kind of ignores some of the main plot of the show because it completely changed the dynamics of it at some point or killed basically everyone off, being a fan of anime is torture

also i just read the dark!rhys fic and i love it so much, i need more of him in my life. do you have any more dark rhys fics planned? i like that sjm made him nicer in the books and all but the high lord of the night court being a little darker and leaning more into the morally grey just hits different - 🧶

My gosh I feel so dumb, this was directly above the last one 😭 I’m so sorry

‘thank u if you actually write one of my ramblings 🙏’

I’ve got the first one done!! It will hopefully be going up tonight! I decided to write the friends to lovers one where Eris has just become High Lord + slightly drunken confession just to ease into his character! Hopefully next will be energies to lovers + arranged marriage with a little more CBMTHY-type dialogue 🧡💛

‘about the tier list, you not liking reading major character death or unhappy ending but like writing it is so funny but also terrifying please have mercy.’

I can promise there’ll be no major character death in CBMTHY and it won’t have an unhappy ending—don’t worry :)

It’s only fun when the story is under my control which I think is understandable? I can experience angst within a controlled environment so I don’t have to worry about actually getting upset, which makes it easier 😭

‘turns out i can't send images on asks on anon so 💔’

Oh! 😭😞

‘also the aus are hard to rank because what i usually like and read about is already fantasy or magic so they're not really relevant. and they left out the best ones like demon au or vampire au’

That’s a really good point, I completely forgot about demon/vampire/werewolf aus or the pirate ones? Those ones I would 100% read—especially vampire/demon ones because oh my gosh 😳😳🫣

I think maybe for a fandom that didn’t already have magic and royalty, then the magic and royalty au’s might be fun as a once-every-so-often sort of thing? But I don’t think they’d be a frequent read.

‘also in other fandoms i tend to like all the characters that end up dead somehow’

You made me laugh so hard with that 😭I’m so sorry 🫂🧡💛

!acowar spoiler below!

Like probably a lot of other people, I really loved the suriel, so it’s death made me so sad 😞 There was another ToG character who I absolutely adored (not the TaB one) and Miss Maas had them die and I was so upset 😔

You seem to have the Comfort Character Curse, my condolences 😔🫂

‘being a fan of anime is torture’

You totally just reminded me of a post I saw I think back in 2020/21 saying that Isayama had a dartboard of his characters and he would sit back and just casually kill them off one after another 🥔🧡💛

‘do you have any more dark rhys fics planned?’

I actually have a request for ‘DARK dark (dark, dark), dark’ Rhys or Az smut so I think I’ll write another for the High Lord since I already have one planned for Azriel!! 🧡💛

[writer-and-artist27]

Greetings and Salutations! As pertains to the ask game: 001, My Hero Academia?

Hey Chief. :) And... huh. MHA? I haven't been in that fandom for what feels like a long time, but I'll do my best.

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

My Hero Academia

Favorite character: Uraraka. Uravity always was cute to me. A runner up is Eri, because she is daughter and deserves the world.

Least Favorite character: Mineta. Hated his guts and is one of the reasons I stopped watching the anime after the start of Season 3.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): TodoDeku (I've seen way too many fanfics of them that are just plain good), IzuOcha, KiriMina, EraserMic, and KamiJirou.

Character I find most attractive: None? The closest I ever got to thinking someone as "attractive" was Shinso, and even then, it felt like a phase and not an actual attraction.

Character I would marry: None. Y'all in the cast need therapy.

Character I would be best friends with: Deku, Momo, Iida, Jirou, Uraraka, Kirishima, and Todoroki. I feel I could vibe with all of them.

a random thought: None.

An unpopular opinion: Mineta needs to stop existing. Shinso deserves a spot in Class 1-A over him, because his constant sexual harassment and the like made me very uncomfortable.

My Canon OTP: N/A. I hated the Naruto ship wars, wasn't going to participate in this.

My Non-canon OTP: EraserMic maybe? Since I've seen plenty of fics for them too. Also TodoDeku.

Most Badass Character: All Might and Eraserhead. Their fights in Season 1 in the USJ still stick out to me even when I dropped the anime.

Most Epic Villain: N/A. None of them impressed me. Overhaul, Stain, and Shigaraki made me want to kick them off a cliff.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Deku with that knife girl? Toga? Nope. Not with the way they are in canon. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): At this point, since I dropped the series after Season 3? I have no clue. From what I've seen since, Horikoshi has been doing fine.

Favourite Friendship: Deku with Iida and Todoroki. That was the main thing that got me through the Stain fight even when I was disappointed by all the monologues that happened. The fandom kept overhyping it to where I went in looking for all action, but got flashbacks and shonen stuff instead.

Character I most identify with: Todoroki. Trying to piece a family together with a ice-cold-melting heart really resonates more with me after all the heart-to-hearts I've had with my parents, even with their much better intentions over Endeavor.

Character I wish I could be: N/A. They all need therapy in my opinion.