#---> Feyre and The IC sending away Nesta to HoW

[itsswritten]

wings

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader, IC (platonic) x reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+, smut, P in V, lots of fluff

Summary: Who would've thought that your found family would be so captivated by your hidden wings? As they reminisce about their first glimpses of your ethereal secret, you realise just how cherished and adored you truly are.

Wings Universe - More from this world.

"I distinctly remember," Mor began, her voice filled with excitement, drawing not only your attention from the comforting cocoon of Azriel's arms, but also the rooms. She sat opposite you, a slight mischief twinkling in her eyes as she leaned forward.

You were all nestled in one of the many living rooms at the House of Wind. 

Under the flickering faelight, you sat beside Azriel– your mate. His large presence ever the comfort, as he enveloped you in his arms. His fingers, tracing intricate patterns through your hair, each touch sending ripples of relaxation through your body. 

If it weren't for the loudness of your friends and family, their remarks not failing to echo through the room, Azriel’s touch alone could have lulled you into a blissful slumber. 

"It was a surprise for sure," Feyre chimed in, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she glanced over at your slightly confused expression. Sensing your distraction, Azriel reluctantly released his hold on you, joining the conversation with a gentle touch of his hand settling on the small of your back.

"My experience was quite a shock," Cassian added with a grin.

“Mine, I have to say is one I’d like to forget” Rhys grimaced as Feyre gave him an annoyed knowing look.

Amren, rolled her eyes at her family's theatrics. "You all make such a big deal out of everything," she remarked, her tone dry.

Your brows furrowed as you pieced together the fragments of the conversation, realisation dawning as Mor's words began to paint a vivid picture.

The topic of discussion? The first time they laid eyes on your beautiful wings.

 𓇢𓆸

Mor, Feyre and Nesta.

It was one of Feyre’s first nights out since welcoming Nyx into the world; she’d been dying for a night off. Craving the simple joys of the company of her girlfriends. Sensing her desperation for a night to let loose, you, Mor, and Nesta had taken it upon yourselves to orchestrate the perfect girls night out for your High Lady.

The night quickly unfolded into a flurry of laughter and dancing. Drinks were spilled, songs were sung. Rita’s being your chosen sanctuary for the night. You all let yourselves get lost in the music and infectious energy of the bar. Drinks were flowing freely, and the hours quickly slipped away like grains of sand in an hourglass.

It wasn’t until the sun had started to rise again that you all quickly realised you needed to get home. You’re not sure how in their drunken states, but Mor and Feyre had successfully managed to winnow you all back to River House, all collapsing in a giggling heap in the foyer.

A fit of laughter overtook the group as you stumbled and pushed, trying to untangle yourselves from one another. You managed to push yourself onto unsteady feet, only to trip over Nesta’s dress and stumble back onto Mor. With your balance faltering, a shimmer of magic danced through the air as your wings burst forth, a kaleidoscope of iridescent pink hues unfurling into the air. Your wings, delicate and light, burst with specs of fairy dust that glowed around you.

The room fell silent, the trio frozen in awe at the sight before them. Then, like a spell breaking, laughter bubbled forth, filling the space with joyous echoes. Mor's eyes sparkled with delight as she pulled you into an embrace, Feyre's lips curled into a grin, and even Nesta couldn't help but crack a smile.

"You sneaky thing," Mor teased, reaching out to brush her fingers against the delicate wings "Keeping such beauty hidden away."

“I bet Azriel loves keeping this side of you to himself,” Nesta purred, her voice laced with mischief as something provocative glinted in her eyes.

You responded with a playful stick-out of your tongue at Nesta, before turning your attention to Mor and Feyre, who were now a pair of mesmerised females, giggling like children as they reached out to touch this new part of their friend they had never seen before.

They had always known you had wings, from the type of fae you were, but you had always kept them hidden and they never dared to ask for you to reveal them.

"Hands off!" you exclaimed, your voice a blend of amusement and mock outrage as you swatted and smacked at their approaching fingers, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls.

Of course, they respectfully obeyed your wishes, but there was a warmth that filled their chests as you all stumbled arms wrapped around one another through the house, enjoying a new part of their friend that had been revealed.

 𓇢𓆸

Cassian.

Cassian's mischievous streak knew no bounds, especially when it came to playing pranks on you. He found something undeniably endearing about your reactions, and there was a certain satisfaction when he knew these teasing antics could also annoy Azriel too. 

On this particular day, you were busy in the kitchen, practising a cake recipe that Elain had shared with you. Determined to make the perfect cake for Azriel's upcoming birthday, you meticulously measured ingredients, oblivious to the looming presence of your giant friend.

Cassian's eyes twinkled with mischief as he saw his chance to play. With careful grace, he approached, holding his breath before unleashing his voice.

"BOO!" His voice boomed across the room, his figure looming over you with a triumphant grin.

Startled, you spun around in a flurry of flour, heart racing in your chest at the sudden noise. And then, in a moment of surprise, your magic wavered, and your wings unfurled in a burst of ethereal light.

The room fell silent as Cassian's eyes widened in disbelief, laughter fading into awe at the sight before him. "What in the Cauldron," he breathed, barely a whisper, his finger pointing at the delicate appendage. "What are those?"

You fluttered your wings away, annoyance evident in your voice as you retaliated with a playful toss of flour in his direction. "Cassian!" you exclaimed.

"YOU HAVE WINGS!" Cassian's excitement was palpable, his grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Of course I have wings, I'm a fairy," you retorted, arms outstretched in exasperation.

“AZRIEL…YOUR MATE HAS WINGS” he screamed knowing his vibrating voice would find his brother.

Azriel materialised from the shadows, concern evident in his eyes as he approached, brushing away the flour that had settled on your face. His expression shifted to admiration as he took in the sight of your wings shimmering behind you.

"Stop tormenting my mate, Cass," Azriel scolded gently, his protective instincts kicking in as he pulled you into a soft embrace, his lips pressing to the top of your head.

"She has wings!" Cassian exclaimed once more, disbelief colouring his tone. There was a touch of annoyance, as he realised he may have been the only one to not know this about you.

Cassian, like a moth attracted to a light, reached his giant hand out again wanting to get close to the wings that were so unlike his own.

"No touching" Azriel growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. Cassian withdrew his hand, a hint of disappointment flickering across his features as he chewed his lip in an attempt to avoid pouting.

"So does this mean... we can go flying together?" Cassian asked as the revelation came to his mind, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Your brow quirked slightly, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as a small smirk tugged at your lips. Cassian watched you carefully, anticipation written across his features, while Azriel pulled away knowingly.

You nodded slowly, a challenge evident in your gaze. "I’ll race ya," you declared, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

With that, you pushed past Cassian and darted out of the room, your wings fluttering gracefully as you made your way to the nearest balcony. Without hesitation, you leaped off the edge and into the open air, the wind rushing past you as you soared into the night sky.

Cassian was quick to follow, a grin spreading across his face as he embraced the exhilarating freedom of flight. And not far behind him, Azriel joined the fray, his own wings beating with a steady rhythm as he soared through the air.

Together, you three took to the skies, weaving and darting through the night sky.

 𓇢𓆸

Rhys and Nyx.

“And stretch them out…That’s it my boy” Rhys spoke proudly as he watched his son in front of him stretch and extend his wings.

You had found yourself in the company of one of Rhys’ flying lessons, nestled on one of the chaise lounges on the balcony, a book in hand as you half-read, half-watched your High Lord teaching his son how to use his wings.

Nyx, though perhaps still a little too young to fly, was eager to learn. So desperate to be like his father and uncles. With Rhys' guidance, he tentatively stretched out his wings, mimicking his father's movements under the watchful gaze of the night sky.

Rhys, a picture of fatherly pride, stood by Nyx's side, his attention unwavering—until a sudden commotion from inside drew his focus for just a fleeting moment. In that brief lapse of attention, the sudden gust of wind caught Nyx and his perfectly poised wings off guard, sending him teetering towards the edge, a gasp escaping his lips.

Instinct surged through you like a bolt of lightning as your wings burst forth in a flurry of motion, carrying you across the expanse with a grace honed over centuries. With swift precision, you swooped in, catching Nyx in your embrace just as he hovered on the brink of danger.

Wide-eyed and breathless, Nyx looked up at you in awe, his innocent admiration pulling at the strings of your heart. "Pwetty," he murmured, his wonder mirrored in the glow of your own wings, illuminated by the moonlight.

You wasted no time in safely landing back onto the balcony, Rhys rushing to your side with bewilderment and shock etched on his features as a torrent of thank-yous spilled from his lips.

As Nyx pawed at your wings, you carefully fluttered them away from his reach, mindful of their delicate nature. Rhys, after the scare of what had just happened, or almost happened. Took a moment to truly appreciate the sight of your wings— beautiful and light, shimmering a pink glow that was a stark contrast to his own.

His relief was short-lived, however, as it became apparent that Feyre had witnessed the entire ordeal. With a swift scolding, she whisked Nyx from your arms, sending you a silent 'thank you' before retreating inside, cradling her son protectively.

"No flying lessons with Daddy from now on," Feyre scolded directly at her mate before she cooed at her son again. "What would we have done if Auntie Y/N hadn't been here?" she mused aloud, her words lingering in the night air.

Rhys glanced over at you, questions swirling in his head at how you had so quickly been there to rescue their son from danger. 

"They may be more delicate than your wings, but I am quicker, swifter, and more agile than you big Illyrian babies will ever be," you teased lightly, your words carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Thank the Cauldron you are," Rhys breathed with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the depths of his gratitude. You gently patted his shoulder before ushering him inside.

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Azriel.

“Gods you are beautiful” Azriel groaned, sweat beading down his temple as he looked at you. Your own eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you continued to ride your mate.

You had both finally and officially accepted the mating bond, preparing Azriel’s favourite meal as a gesture of your acceptance. He had eagerly devoured the food, the golden thread connecting you both deeper and stronger than you ever thought possible.

You had felt his emotion rippling towards you that night. There was a sense of overwhelming gratitude, a deep-seated appreciation for finally having someone who understood him in ways no one else ever could. There was a feeling of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, knowing that he had found someone who truly accepted him for who he was.

But above all, there was a profound sense of belonging—a feeling of being chosen, not just as a lover, but as a partner, a confidant, a soulmate.

As the night progressed, things escalated quickly. Your bodies entwined in a passionate frenzy. Finally, after months of yearning and longing, you found yourselves in each other's arms.

You straddled him, your breasts flushed against his hard chest, in an unbreakable embrace as his hands tightly gripped your lower back, moving with you as you rode out a dance of pleasure. His large wings stretched behind him, twitching slightly as a sign of his impending release.

"You feel so perfect, angel," he purred against your neck, peppering it with soft kisses before pulling away to watch your face.

Your features were contorted in a mix of pleasure and desire, moans escaping from your lips as you steadily climbed towards climax. His rhythm became deeper and more intense, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Azriel..." you moaned out his name, throwing your head back and arching your body as ecstasy coursed through you. 

“That’s it my love, that’s it…”

Azriel’s words got stuck in this throat as he watched you reach the peak of bliss, the air around you suddenly seemed to shimmer and a soft ethereal light enveloped your beings. Azriel's eyes widened in awe at the magnificent sight before him. Glowing iridescent wings sprouted from your back, their delicate pink hues dancing in the dim light of your chamber. They fluttered gently, casting a mesmerising glow that bathed both of you in a radiant aura of magic.

Filled with wonder and awe, he was sent over the edge, his own release filling you as he held the most ethereal being in his arms. 

"So beautiful..." Azriel breathed out, almost in disbelief as he couldn't fathom how you could be any more breathtaking than you already were. 

Your wings twitched and fluttered as you rode out the waves of pleasure, the intensity of the moment slowly subsiding as you rested your forehead against Azriel's, your breaths mingling in the intimate space between you. A blush crept across your cheeks as you realised what you had just revealed to him in your most vulnerable and intimate moment. The soft glow of your wings gradually settled, the dust they had created floating gently around the room like stardust.

"Azriel... I..." you began, your voice barely a whisper, emotions swirling within you like a tempest.

But before you could find the words to express the depth of your feelings, Azriel's firm yet gentle voice cut through the air, his eyes flickering with warmth and adoration as he spoke.

"Let me say it first," he insisted, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace. "You are my guiding light in the darkness, my entire soul's devotion...I..- I love you."

Your wings, now settled and slightly slumped with the weight of the moment, trembled at his words, the warmth in your chest swelling with each syllable he uttered. Tears welled in your eyes, reflecting the tear that had already spilled from Azriel's.

"I love you, Azriel," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I am yours forever, in this life and the next."

Your lips found one another again, bodies and souls intertwining under the soft glow of your wings.

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As your friends reminisced about the first time they saw your wings, Azriel, ever the gentleman, only vaguely danced around his recollection. He shared that it had been when you accepted the mating bond for him. The vague blush that covered your cheeks was enough to dissuade further inquiry from your friends.

"Am I the only one who didn't realise you had wings?" Cassian asked incredulously, only to be met with a pillow thrown by Mor.

"You really need to brush up on your Fae race history and anatomy if you didn’t know she had wings" she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I can’t believe it all had to be so dramatic though," Amren remarked. "I simply asked her to show me the first week we met, and she obliged."

You smiled nervously at Amren's confession, feeling the weight of your friends' stares.

"So you're saying we could have just asked all this time?" Feyre exclaimed.

You chuckled sheepishly. "I only hide them because they’re delicate... and you guys can be, well…"

"We can be what?" Mor's gaze teased as she leaned in closer.

Instinctively, you moved closer to Azriel for protection, but he seemed to find humour in the situation.

"Clumsy... not always spatially aware," you admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Is that so?" Cassian drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Mor.

"Show us your wings then," Nesta declared bluntly, slightly frustrated that Amren had gotten one up on her by simply asking you.

"No," you replied firmly, not wanting to suddenly bend to their will.

Cassian and Mor exchanged a knowing look, a mischievous plan forming between them. Without warning, they both lunged at you, their playful attack catching you off guard.

You cried out for Azriel's help, but to your dismay, he seemed to be thoroughly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before him. Cassian's firm grip on your wrists pulled you closer to him, while Mor's embrace from behind left you feeling both trapped and ticklish.

"Not spatially aware, huh?" Mor teased, her fingers jabbing playfully at your waist, eliciting a cascade of laughter from you.

Your please for assistance only seemed to amuse Azriel further, his smirk betraying the mischief dancing in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” he chuckled, his voice laced with mirth. “But the outcome of this is one you know I love seeing.”

Your friends playful assault only continued, your giggles filling the room. And in the midst of it all, your wings unfurled, revealing the delicate, pink membranes that had been the topic of conversation for the past hour.

They fluttered from your back, casting a glowing aura across the room and around you. They resembled delicate petals kissed by the soft hues of dawn, shimmering an iridescent pink that mesmerised anyone who laid eyes on them. 

“There she is…” Azriel murmered under his breath. A fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could feel the pride filling his chest as he watched you, gazing at your beautiful wings in all their ethereal glory.

But it wasn’t just your mate gazing at your with love.

No, your family found themselves grinning ear to ear, looking at you with admiration as they watched you glow.

A glow they were forever grateful for.

a/n: not really my best work, but just some loveliness for you all to read! It was an idea I came up with that I instantly dumped on @illyrianbitch (as I always do) and she thought it was a sweet enough idea to write, so here it isssss!! Enjoy my loves <3

Hopefully will resume series writing soon - Lottie x

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Inner Ace

This summary is a bit long winded, so I apologize for the pre-read to the actual story, it just gives a lot of contexts to where I am going to start the story off.

Summary: When the Archerons where all but banished to the forests, struck with bad luck and poverty from their once luxurious lifestyle, there was one person who cared how the family survived. Y/n. Having always lived on the edge of society and just above starving from her forever grieving mother and recently vacated father, she learned to keep her life afloat. Running into a young Feyre in the woods, almost mistaking her for the wind, elder (although only by a couple years) Y/n took her under her wing and became the mentor and sister that she never knew despite the two of them that shared her name. When Feyre was taken by the Fae, Y/n was distraught, waiting and searching the border every day during her hunts. That is, until one day there is a knock on her door, behind it stood the very woman she ever considered family, but she isn't alone, and why are her ears pointy? Who are these men with wings? Why can she not look away from one of them?

Warnings: slight swearing, Nesta AND Elaine SLANDER (sorry you cannot have one without the other), slight anxiety, alcohol mention, family reuniting fluffy feelings, (almost) instant attraction (Idk if this is a warning but some people don't like it moving quick), slow burn (to an actual established romance)

I do want to make this a series, as I adore the thought of Feyre having a best friend before the IC who taught her the ropes. Plus, there could be a fun little spin and some angst with a potential mate that is SO low hanging fruit to me.

Enjoy!!

The wind howled outside the thin walls of Y/n's home. The slight chill in the air despite being housed within them made her shiver and shift herself towards the kindling fire in the quaint fireplace in her living room.

It was bitter out when Y/n heard a knock come from her front door. Not expecting company, she had figured it was Elaine with some other excuse to get her to sway Nesta into doing some task. Responding with a small “Coming” she hustled to the door. 

Who she opened it to was not who was expected, but only someone she had prayed every day to see again.

“Feyre?” Her voice shook and she swore she saw a small shadow dart out of the corner of her eye. Blaming it on the still boiling water for the food she had yet to make in the kitchen, she dismissed it.

“Hey Y/n.” The smile that overtook Y/n's face as with a motion of open arms, her best friend all but launched herself into her embrace. The strength in which Feyre landed made Y/n take a step to steady themselves, but she didn't think twice to return the embrace.

“Oh thank the gods." her voice was a whisper as Y/n's habit of stroking the younger girls' hair picked up. Although, it seemed to have missed a couple inches as instead of meeting the crown of her head, her hand landed at the back of her skull. "I thought I would never see you again.” The last breath of air in her lungs followed this exclamation, followed by inhaling as much of the girl as she could. 

“Didn’t have faith I would make it back huh?” Feyre raised a brow before hearing a small chuckle. When that corrupt Fae had taken Feyre, he had allowed her a simple visit once (to y/n's knowledge, she never trusted Feyre's sisters to tell her the truth about her visits). Through this, Y/n was unable to see her best friend even the off chance she would come back over the border. From the mouth of the middle sister, Elaine, Feyre had asked them to send message that she was okay and not to worry as she would see Y/n soon. This was before the Archerons gained the financial backing of the very Fae that stole Feyre. It was a jarring image of a once fragile Elaine (although still beautiful) now adorned in clean and well sewn dress. The whole situation was still sour in Y/n's mouth.

“Not even. I knew you would get out, don’t discredit my teaching skills like that.” Pulling back from Y/n, Feyre couldn’t help the smile that took over her features, as if analyzing the girl's condition, before embracing the Y/n once again.

When returning to the oddly taller Feyre's embrace, a slight brush of skin coming from the girl upon Y/n's cheek startled her slightly. Only then did Y/n take note of the small physical change her friend had adorned. 

“Woah there," She pulled away turning Feyre's head to the side while scaling her appendage with confusion, " you are going to poke my eye out with this.”

Lightly flicking the now sharpened ear Feyre took in a breath, turning her head back and taking her wrist, gently pulling it down to rest still intertwined by her side. Sensing the slight nervousness from Feyre, Y/n pulled her inside fully positioning herself to begin closing the door, scanning the area to make sure nobody had seen her best friend enter.

“They kind of suit you Fey, but I do expect a full explanation." The breath Feyre held released and an easy smile lifted her face once again. She knew Y/n would still be on her side. The countless days they spent together, the things they learned together, the secrets they share. Feyre's body visibly relaxed realizing that despite all that her best friend had heard and experienced with Fae, she truly just cared that Feyre was okay. "Although, if you plan on going outside, I demand you take the hood I made for our hunts. The bigger one. I don't need any nosey neighbor seeing you and coming for your head with a spike.

“Of course.”  The door shut behind them before the Feyre realized as she lost her train of thought and why she was truly here. Quickly, as if the little lock clicking switched her brain back to focus, she rushed out a quick, “I have a favor to ask.” 

“Anything, you know that.” Y/n slightly scorned as she turned away to go heat up some drinks for the two of them in the kitchen. Seriously, she didn’t care about the trouble; she was just happy her friend was back and healthy (although the new appendages did have her at a bit of a loss). Feyre smiled before making way over to the small living room, sitting down on one of the now plush seats that sat around the fire. It was updated from when she last remembered this room. Back then it was colder, less like home, but the little decorative flares of Y/n brought the small and impoverished place to life.

“Me and some friends have to try and talk to my sisters into helping us win a war,” She stated. Rip the band aid off and all.

“Don’t see how they are going to be much help.” Y/n couldn’t help but mutter but given the slightly scorning glare from Feyre she raised her hands in submission. “Just saying’.” 

“As I was saying, a few of my friends need to rest for the night before going over there. Is it okay if we take a couple days and stay here whilst we try and figure out how this is all going to work?” Y/n smiled before setting a cup of warmed tea beside her friend.

"Are they..." Y/n didn't know how to go about asking without making it sound like her best friend was a monster now, but Feyre understood once she trailed off.

"Yes." Looking off to the side Y/n watched as her best friend's face bloomed into a smile she thought only reserved for when they were together. As if Y/n's heart couldn't get any warmer. "I do have to add though, they have some extra... Attributes."

Y/n quirked her brow in question, but if their heritage was any louder than Feyre's in front of her, if word got out that she willingly let them in, it wouldn't end well.

To put it bluntly, Fey was asking something of her that could get her maimed, tortured and killed.

“Of course.” She replied without much else behind her reasoning aside from the love she had for who asked her. Feyre’s friends were hers (despite the rather ominous implication of attributes) and she lived with loyalty for the girl. Plus, she had an inkling one of the reasons Feyre looked so happy and healthy was from these ‘friends’ so she didn’t mind as much.

Without missing a beat, the fae girl looked to Y/n with warmth and took a drink of her warmed beverage.

“I missed you.” Feyre spoke as another knock sounded at the door. 

“Have they been outside this whole time?!" The possibility of the 'friends' being seen while waiting outside the house sent Y/n into a flurry of motion to open the door again. With her Feyre chuckling behind her. Without so much a glance to who she was inviting in, Y/n had ushered them in quickly. “In, in! It’s cold and I don't need the town coming for my head sooner rather than later.” 

The girl didn’t even give herself time to process that two of them had wings and the third no doubted was simply hiding them as his stature imitated the other two.

Shutting the door, a beat of silence passed over the house as she truly looked at each man.

There where Fae in her house... Three rather large male Fae.

The attributes comment made sense now.

Y/n took a shaky breath with a wavering 'okay~' to follow before darting off to the small kitchen to prep herself and provide some hospitality to the newfound friends of Feyre.

Only for a second however, for she returned with three more mugs of the warm drink that Feyre was already halfway done with. 

“These are for you.” Y/n emphasized keeping her voice steady as she handed them the steaming beverage. One of them had glanced at Feyre in a slight question as she raised her mug towards him.

"It's better than I remembered actually." Feyre's statement had Y/n glancing over to her but assumed that the conversation between them had taken place a time ago. He had taken a sip with the assurance and nodded in appreciation at the beverage.

"Thank you." His voice was smooth, that with his partnered purple eyes, Y/n had shrunk slightly under his gaze. Although it was nice of him to show an appreciation. The other two next had also nodded along, Y/n didn't see them take a swig but assumed they had tried it as well.

“Please, sit and make yourself comfortable.” The human girl mentioned to the couches and took the opportunity to analyze more closely the people in her house. The one who talked was the shortest, but not by much. His stature was also the leanest, but she doubted it meant any lack of strength with the way his posture stood. Following him was one of the winged ones. Taller, in fact looking over him again Y/n believed him to be the tallest of the bunch. He was the strongest looking out of the three, with longer hair and red stones adorning his attire. The final man to take a seat seemed to be the most reluctant to do so. Adorned with blue stones that seemed to pulse with his slight nerves that Y/n spotted above his brow bone, she imagined he was just as hesitant as she was. His gaze was unwavering as he briefly met Y/n's, the color hazel had her lost in them. However, that wasn't the only thing that caught her attention, but the silk tendrils of what looked like smoke that wove through the air around him. Even in the sheer moments it took for them to situate themselves, Y/n found herself engrossed in watching the way they danced through the air.

It was then she realized she wasn't scared of them, at least not that one

As they placed themselves, Y/n met eyes with her best friend once more, catching the furrowed expression on Feyre's face as she attempted to read her. Upon catching Y/n's eyes trailing the last male, that notorious shit eating grin spread over her face but hid it with the ceramic mug still in her hands.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at the girl.

As they sat, purple eyes were next to Feyre, red stone guy in the middle and blue man closest to her on the homemade seating. Luckily, she had made another seat not too long ago when she was sick and couldn't hunt for the week, this was where she situated herself. Although, it didn't help that the most distracting man was sat not a couple feet away from her. Not that she minded, just the slight breeze of the darkness countered the heat of the being which already had her attention drawn over to him in curiosity. As the men with wings shifted the tug of nerves in her chest seemed to relax when he specifically folded his wings slightly behind himself to make room on the couch. If he caught her staring at him, he didn't make any motion in showing her.

“Normally we wouldn’t just crash into a place like this unexpectedly, but we thought the best idea was to configure what was going to happen these next few days.” The wingless one started, breaking the ice quickly and efficiently. Y/n nodded along and offered a small smile but glad that she didn't have to start the conversation with such strong presences in the room.

“That's understandable.” Y/n offered a small nod as she caught Feyre's gaze. One thing the Archeron girl knew for sure was that Y/n didn't want to step on any toes or speak out of turn. This was a new area for her despite how these males where family now to Feyre. So, as Feyre watched Y/n look towards her with a slight ask for an introduction all she could do was nod and allow her to initiate it herself.

Trial by fire and all that. Feyre knew she would be fine but a part of her couldn't help but glean with amusement as she had never seen her best friend so hesitant. Just as she knew she would, the human girl spoke up.

"I'm sorry, but what are your names?" Y/n had tried with all her being to keep her head about her and steady her vocal cords. For this however she suffered the price of being quiet. "I don't want to be rude and refer to you by your colors."

"Colors?" The red stoned one inquired. It wasn't taunting or teasing, but simply curious and slightly amused in tone. Without so much as opening up her mouth to speak, Y/n pointed a hesitantly to the man closest to hers' stone on his hand.

An almost silent chuckle from the said man next to her caused a small heat to run its course to her face before she sipped her drink quickly to cover the color that followed. It wasn’t unnoticed by Feyre who all but whipped her head to her and looked between the two of them. Her eyes widened and shot a look back at the wingless man, again that same smirk adorned her face. He seemed to nod her way before starting. It sent Y/n into a small spiral.

“I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court." The breath was caught in Y/n's throat. "Here you have Cassian, my lead general for my armies,” mentioning towards the red rock male accompanied by a small wave by the man. He seemed to try and break the ice slightly by offering a large grin towards the girl, “and Azriel, my Spymaster.” 

The weight of who exactly sat in her little house sat heavily on Y/n's shoulders. These weren't just Fae; these people were important and extremely powerful.

The nerves that were settling tidal waved her body again. However, with or without her knowledge, a slight breeze against her ankle had her thoughts disrupted and nerves paused as her attention was taken back to the more broodish male next to her. His eyes seemed to have been gaging her reaction prior to her catching him as he held the gaze for a moment. Y/n was thankful for the reprieve as she still let herself linger on his outline.

The Spymaster slightly bowed his head in her direction and she did it back out of pure instinct to brush off the ogling she had obviously been doing. Without noticing a small hand brushed Rhys across the room to assess the building curiosity and tension of the two.

Without Y/n's knowledge, during Feyre's time in the night court, she had recalled memories of Y/n and her while telling her new family about the few happy memories she had back in the human lands. The males in the room had all known about the human best friend prior, even holding her in a very high regard through the love and care that she had for their now high lady. As Feyre had gone more in depth with these memories, conversations over wine and late-night chats with the inner court had taken place, most of these concluding that Y/n would not only be an asset amongst them but someone's (specifically a silent-type spymaster) favorite person to talk to.

Feyre had insisted behind closed doors to her mate that the two would be a match made by the gods. Seeing them in person, Rhys couldn't help but agree.

Their personalities eerily matched, the strength. Hells, even their outward looks matched each other.

Taking a breath, the human girl let the conversation continue.

"It is a pleasure to meet all of you." Going on out on a limb Y/n had cleared her throat, "Any friend of Feyre is a friend of mine so please make yourselves at home and I will add more servings to dinner tonight.” Quickly, Y/n excused herself before she could make a fool out of herself once again with her eyes towards a certain man. She opened the pantry to grab some of the preserved meat to begin a marinade and placed it on the counter.

More hushed whispers made its way into the room from no doubt her friend poking for information, but Y/n paid no mind and allowed herself to become engrossed in the work ahead of her upon realizing that she would need to go out before the sun set any further to get some more supplies for the week as her stock was not enough as is.

In the other room, the high lady was all but giddy.

“What was that?” Feyre asked towards the shadowsinger. The lot turned to look at Azriel, all expecting some sort of answer.

"I don't know what you mean." Bluntly put, he didn't. To go more in depth with the strangeness of the past couple minutes, he had tacked it up to the budding affections for the woman based on the loving stories he had heard from Feyre, nothing more. Although the others where not convinced in the slightest.

"She seems sweet, hesitant, but sweet." He attempted to take the attention away from himself before Rhys knocked back the rest of the tea in his mug. 

“Keep telling yourself that.” He smirked and turned towards his mate. Cassian, ever so clueless, gave a shrug and turned towards Feyre as well.

“I agree though, she is nice.” He began, “I thought humans hated us.” 

“They do, you will see that when you meet my sisters and evidentially the queens.” Feyre began, also playing with the homemade ceramic cup as she had finished moments ago. “Y/n is different. She doesn’t judge and is loyal to no end. If you three showed up without me asking for help she probably would've shot you," Cassian winced but nodded at the image, "however she has made it clear growing up together that anyone that gained my trust has gained hers.” 

"Well, hopefully we can all gain another ally here in the human lands. Give someone Azriel can bunk with when he's over here." The smug tone in Rhys's voice was obvious. The Spymaster stiffened in his spot at the inclination and tease but relaxed upon hearing the girl return from the kitchen, realizing she had most likely not heard the comment. Although, he didn't understand why he was so on edge around the female.

“Now I don’t have that many bedrooms, and by that many I mean I have two. You four should be able to fit fine as long as a pair of you share, there are only three beds.” The human girl began sitting down ever so slightly closer, to who she now knows as Azriel, and then continued. “I’ll be down here on the couch so you all can have your privacy.” 

The aspect of the girl before him sleeping on an uncomfortable plush chair didn’t jive the best with Azriel as he watched Cassian turn towards her and give one of his show stopping smiles with a small ‘Thanks’ to follow. She returned it and then looked towards Rhys offering herself slightly. She seemed more confident now, settled with the information that had been piled onto her prior.

“If you guys want some privacy, I can go make myself busy for a couple hours. I need to see if there is any migration in the hunt this year so I can start curing it. The sun is setting soon so I need to go sooner rather than later” Feyre turned towards her with a confused startle, one that Y/n took as her calling her out on trying to leave. "I just need to be gone for a bit, it'll give you all time and me time to make sure you also weren't found." She attempted to assure, but that wasn't what had Feyre so obviously now upset.

“You still hunt?” The girl knew the dangers of the woods just outside the door purely because Y/n had taught her such, but why would she still need to exert herself and put herself in danger, Feyre didn't know. She was still young, older than Feyre had been prior to meeting Rhys yes, but why she would willingly still put herself at risk was a loss to the group. All of them had the understanding that a specific high lord was supposed to provide for the loved ones of Feyre. Call it protective instinct, but they had grown slightly attached to the girl, even more so now that they had officially met. "Y/n, why would you still go out and hunt. I mean I know you like your time and I this house holds memories, so I see why you stayed despite it all..." Y/n had tilted her head in question, taking a moment as Feyre continued to speak. "But you taught me yourself, it isn't safe out there and to put yourself in danger unnecessarily seems reckless."

It clicked with Y/n upon hearing her best friend finish her thoughts. The hunch that she had about the Fae and Feyre's sister's status came back into her mind as all her theories about her being left for the wolves (figuratively and literally) were confirmed. Sighing, Y/n placed her bow around her back, looking to Feyre with warmth. She had to try and break this gently as not to further ruin the strained relationship amongst her sisters.

“The Fae you bargained with said he would provide for your family, loved ones...” All tension left her as understanding emanated through her pores, it was almost palpable. He didn't know why, but as she met Feyre’s eyes made Azriel’s heart throb, “I’m not blood related Feyre.” 

"That shouldn't have mattered. I said family and loved ones. The aid that came to Elain and Nesta should've been extended to you as well." A small wince ricocheted off Y/n's features, but she schooled it back quickly as to not enrage the fae woman more.

"They needed it more."

The realization upon the girl's face crushed Y/n slightly and she backtracked quickly. 

“Don’t worry though! It’s not like I had any family to care for since everyone left so my sources weren't drained as much,” She winced as almost all eyes turned to her as she was not helping her case, “Hunting isn’t too bad lately and I have some leftover stock when I need it.” 

“He didn’t help you. They didn't help you...” Y/n chuckled before pure disbelief rooted from Feyre’s. “Ace, I am so sorry. I thought you would be involved in the aid or that they would make sure you got some, I didn’t mean for you to be left-” 

The nickname pulled strings within Y/n's heart, all the while everyone in the room had felt theirs crack and fill with flames towards the high lord of spring and the blood relatives of Feyre.

“Angel, it’s okay. To be honest it didn’t register with me either until the riches came for your family and I was left.” The boys glanced towards the human girl, one looked prolonged and had an urge to send her a comforting word despite his confused mentality. Rhys sensed the distress his mate still felt as she watched Y/n try to break the awkwardness as she slipped the bow off her shoulders and picked up her quiver. All the while Azriel couldn’t control the small lick of shadows that wrapped around her ankle and gently rippled towards her in a comforting manner, pulling her gently back to the sitting room and hearth.

“What is this?” She questioned before reaching out and having another small tendril wrap around her wrist and lay in her palm almost as if looking at her. The swirl of the black and what seemed to be a small abyss entrapped her attention as an Illyrian held his breath in a slight surprise. “Well, hello.” 

The shadow rippled towards her and ran up her arm slowly as she murmured at how pretty it looked. Y/n didn't truly know to what extent the fae's hearing could go as if she did, she most likely would have kept her mouth shut about the beauty of the wisp. Heat had flushed Azriel's ears, subtle enough to hide, but not enough for him to ignore the stir in his chest. Normally, Az would pull the darkness back, not allow them to roam as freely as not to scare someone by accident. However, with the girl's soft expression from her moment with Feyre, and the gentleness that she held her hands out to cup the shadow. He couldn’t help but allow the shadow to explore and settle before the girl’s ear. He allowed the shadows at his back whisper everything they found about her as they did their assessment.

Genuine. Gentle. Keep. We like. We like. Soft. We like.

For a human, Y/n was beautiful, effortlessly so. Azriel didn't need his shadows to tell him that much.

Y/n didn't know if this was offensive to partake in or just a normal weeknight occurrence with the dark tendrils. She had glanced at Feyre from across the room but couldn't catch her eye as she seemed lost in thought.

A breath in her ear startled Y/n so much she jumped. Someone had whispered in her ear, but taking count of everyone as they were, nobody stood next to her. Y/n naturally queried her head and listened further as to hear it again if it decided to repeat its' actions.

“Is it talking to you?” Cassian prompted, almost awestruck. The human gave a quick shake of her head, still remaining quiet.

"No, no. I don't think so anyway." Turning her head back to them again she shrugged, "It just felt like someone breathed against my ear."

"They are cool aren't they?" Feyre goaded from across the room. "When I first met them I couldn't help but want to know more."

"Feyre darling, when you first met them, Cass had to assure you they didn't bite..." A small thwack sounded in the room as Cassian laughed at the memory and now narrowed eyes of the High Lord to his lady.

“They are soft.” She muttered back, not truly focused on the now appeased atmosphere. “They feel soft.” A sigh escaped Azriel in a twisted sense of relief. However, without realizing it, that one breath costed him a split second of control on the wisps as a larger bunch followed the single to where it stood wrapped around the nape of Y/n's neck. As a physical reaction, he had attempted to grab it back, but to no avail.

Y/n had frozen, looking at the Spymaster in a slightly panicked fashion.

"This isn't going to like..." Y/n winced again but deadpanned her features to bring a little humor into the situation, "...kill me, right? I don't think they make headstones explaining 'death by mist' here."

Cassian and Feyre had let out a laugh at the image while Rhys let a smile reach his eyes. As for Azriel, all the poor male could do was shake his head, not trusting his voice. As he watched her, he could've sworn there was a twinkle within her eye at the darkness that normally shrouded him.

It did bring a sense of peace to himself and satisfy an urge he didn’t know he had.

“These things talk to you?" The question rung out of Y/n with confidence. Whatever nerves she had prior with the bunch seeming to truly run from her body. Rhys looked towards the shadow singer in confirmation, while again, Azriel simply nodded his head. This girl truly had him lost for words.

“Well do you all have a name?” The question was not asked towards the bunch in front of Y/n. No, Y/n believed to ask the wisps that were at Az's beck and call if they had a name. Azriel cocked his head. Did she just ask if the shadows had a name? The smile that spread over Azriel's face was almost contagious. A small giggle fascinated him from his thoughts and Y/n noted the ripple of dark that now snuck fully away from the winged man she was undeniably but in denial about being attracted to. 

“Is that a weird question?"

"No, not at all." Az tried to play it off, his image was on the line here.

"His shadows are basically an extension of himself Y/n." Cassian slung an arm around the back of the seat to turn more towards her. "It's his 'emotions and unconscious thoughts' type stuff that controls them if he doesn't think about it."

"Oh." Her face flushed. "Oops."

"Don't worry about it." It was rushed, but the assurance hit Y/n as she offered a smile.

“Az, I think your shadows have a new favorite.” Azriel shot Cassian a glare before slightly softening towards the girl. For some reason, he didn’t mind the slight intrusion. The aspect of her being close to something that could protect her and be with her no matter what eased an instinctual itch that he could only remember feeling towards his High lady upon her ascension. This ran deeper, but the itch was there, nonetheless.

“I’m glad you like them." Another small lick of the tendril eased its way behind her ear as the rest slinked back towards the spymaster and he immediately found himself focusing on questioning what they talked about and why they reacted to her in such a way.

Warm. Sneaking glances. Hope.

Busy bodies.

“Oh, they definitely have a new favorite.” Rhys couldn’t help but give a smirk towards Y/n before standing and asking where the rooms were for the night, he wished to wash up from their journey. Jumping, Y/n had corrected herself before reaching for the door, adjusting to the leftover sunlight of the forest.

“Of course! Where are my manners? It's up those stairs and to the left for you two.” She turned to Feyre, “You get my room. You know how to work the bath.” 

Grateful, Feyre bowed slightly and sent a wink before following the man up the stairs. 

“You two are getting the guest room, there are two beds which should fit,” She shot a look towards the massive wings behind them, “most of you.” 

Cassian laughed. 

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed! I am going to hopefully continue this with little inserts throughout the story to keep it interesting. I had a whole years' worth of one-shots that I am trying to re-vamp to this plot line, but if anyone has any requests do let me know! I don't have anything on my page about requests, but my inbox is open if anyone wants to shoot one my way.

[roxan1930]

Kinda tempted to writ a what-if fic where in Silver Flames, when Nesta is given the "choice" to either get locked up in the HoW or being send to the human lands with the expectation to die there, she actually chooses the human lands, saying death would be better than surrounded by obnoxious hypocritical narcisists.

Feyre and Cassian would right away try to backtrack and just want to forced her to the HoW, only for Rhysand to be, "done" and just winnow her to the border and leave.

Back at the NC Feyre and Cassian would be pissed but Rhys just tells them he'll have eyes (not Azriel(he doesn't and hopes she'll just die and plans to pretend the pragnancy made him forget, even while also lying to Feyre about that)) on Nesta, along with some more manipulation and gaslighting till they just give in.

Nesta meanwhile tries to avoid being seen, but soon get's discovered and has to run from a mob, only to get saved by Lucien and Jurian.

They take her back to their manor where she's just in time to see Vassa transform from bird to woman.

She explains what happened and the BoE is disgusted with Feysand and their groupies and offer Nesta to stay with them and she accepts.

Slowly she gets better as she's treated by respect by the BoE and becomes friends with every member in some way (meeting sassy Lucien, mocking spoiled human lordling sons and daughters they grew up surrounded by with Vassa and talking about SMUT books, training with Jurian on her OWN CHOICE after watching him a few times and being offered to join, and all of them just being sarcastic and teasing each other.

They'd also discuss and ask her opinion on political matters( since, like many say, she was right away more suited and courtier than warrior)

When The IC finds out, first Cassian tries to get her back, only to be denied by Nesta and when he doesn't listen to her, get's send away by BoE.

He keeps coming around but keeps getting send away and Azriel starts spying and constantly reports moments where Nesta's happy and Cassian feels jealous of Lucien and Jurian, Feyre of Vassa for being sister-like with Nesta, and Elain of Vassa and also Nesta for being close to her mate.

Maybe have Eris coming over more often too and flirt with Nesta who flirts back, making Cassian worse.

At some point, Cassian get's told by Lucien he's a worthless matee who doesn't care about Nesta and will always easily put the IC over her, and Nesta confirms that while she likes (or liked?) him, he's not what she needs until he actually changes

She also, since she doesn't need to rely on the NC for protection, tears into Feyre for her I-always-did-everything-while-my-sisters-did-nothing attitude, mentioning all kinds of things she did that Feyre ignored and how she's become a selfish obnoxious hypocrite that flaunts money and laughs at those less fortunate.

Also at Elain for always sitting on her ass and being useless and trying to act like the victim after always having Nesta take care of her and protect her, yet turning her back on her as soon as she needed Elain to take care of her for once. Maybe also tear into her for being a bitch to Lucien and saying he deserves better than her.

In the end ereryone does get better but I don't know how yet.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Snow Bunny | Azriel x Reader

Summary: After the bat boys enjoy their annual snowball fight, in which Azriel wins, he gets the best prize of all, a night alone with his mate.

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: Smut, fingering, p in v penetration, nudity, violent snowball rock assault (rip cassian), and tooth rotting fluff.

Minors, do not interact!

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing smut, so go easy on me lol, was just in another feening-over-azriel mood and needed to write, hope you enjoy <3

Requests are open!

It was a cold winter, though all of the winters in Night Court were cold. Compared to Illyrian winters, Azriel supposed that they weren’t too bad. Illyrian winters had everyone shivering and shaking and doing anything for the littlest bit of warmth. Night Court winters usually yielded a bit of snow, maybe a foot or two if the Mother was feeling generous, for the children, or in this case, grown Illyrian males, to play in.

The annual snowball fight began as usual, they built their snow forts, packed them densely, or at least Azriel always did, and went to work making snowballs.

He would admit that using his shadows to make snowballs for him did seem like cheating, but who is he to not use his resources?

Rhys and Cassian went head to head first, predictably, and after hurling snowballs densely packed at each other as hard as they could, their tanned skin was left tinted red and a few bruises. The killer blow was when Cassian hurled a final one at Rhys, and this snowball was packed full of ice in the center.

It knocked the High Lord straight out.

Cassian let out a whoop of victory, but a bit too early, as Azriel then launched a massive snowball with a rock in the center at him, payback, and a guarantee of victory apparently as Cassian then collapsed backward on the snow with a soft groan.

Both Nesta and Feyre came out, not too worried as they were very used to their mates’ shenanigans. Feyre helped drag Rhys into the house, while Nesta fought with Cassian, who was mumbling about how he was “perfectly fine”.

“Really…’m okay, jus’ a few more minutes..”

He mumbled, clearly out of it. Nesta grabbed his legs and began dragging him away.

“You are going inside. I am not letting you die because of a snowball fight of all things.”

Her stern tone rang out, dragging him into the house after Feyre managed to get Rhys inside. Azriel followed soon after.

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You went to the door to drag Azriel back inside but were instead met with the sight of him entering, and you ran smack into his chest. You shuddered slightly at how cold and wet he was. His lips were chapped, crusty, and dry. You pulled your tube of lip gloss out and applied a generous amount on his lips, before leaving a kiss on his forehead.

“I’m assuming you won?”

You asked in an amused tone, glancing over at Cassian and Rhys being dragged away by their mates. Azriel chuckled, the deep sound sending a thrill through your body, before replying with a little smirk.

“Yes, per usual.”

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Quit being a cocky bastard, and let’s go get you in a hot bath. You’re freezing.���

He gave a little huff of laughter at your quip, before following as his mate dragged him off to their shared bedroom. Your intentions were far from pure, and you wanted much more than a bath, but only if he was willing to provide that. He might be tired.

“Are you sure you want me to take a bath?”

He asked, a knowing glint in his eye as he pushed the door to your shared bedroom closed, locking it painfully slowly, ensuring that the noise would echo through her brain and rattle it.

He began slowly stalking towards you with a predatory, feline grace, his wings flaring behind him in what you could recognize as a symbol of both dominance and desire. Even his shadows seemed eager, slithering up your body as far as he allowed them, their cool touch both soothing your skin and causing goosebumps to rise.

“Maybe a bath isn’t so necessary.”

You said, your voice more feeble than you’d like it to be, swallowing as you sat on the edge of your large bed, with him moving to stand right in front of you and look down at you with nothing short of a lover’s gaze.

“Good. I love our annual snowball fights, but do you know what I love more..?”

He asked in his rich baritone voice, smiling slightly as he pushed you gently back onto the bed, settling over you as he let his hands roam your soft, warm body. His hands went from your thighs, back up to your hair and face, then back to your inner thigh as his leg nudged your knees to open.

As any sensible person would do, you spread your legs for him easily. You'd gotten to a point within the mating bond that submitting to him was as easy as breathing.

“..No, what?”

You asked, your voice wavering slightly as your cheeks flushed, watching him with wide eyes. The arousal in both of your scents could easily be detected. His hand stopped around the waistband of your pants, tugging them off, and the rest of your clothing was soon to go.

Eventually, his large hands began palming your breasts, rubbing your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. He leaned down near your ear, prolonging his answer as long as possible to build your curiosity and the tension before he spoke.

“My mate.”

He answered simply, his hot breath fanning against your ear, before his mouth moved down to latch onto one of your pert nipples, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and sucking. The sheer dominance and possession in his statement made your desire pool as your heavy breathing turned to light mewls and moans, whining to him.

His mouth then switched from your right nipple to your left, continuing his sinful sucking, before separating with a little ‘pop’ as he smirked up at you.

His hand had trailed down to his leathers, unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off, if only to give you a little taste of the eye candy he truly was beneath his clothes. One hand reached down to your panties, and ran a finger over them, nearly purring in delight.

“Already so wet? I must've put on quite a show tonight.”

He murmured against your chest as one of his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and tugged them down, before throwing them onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. His fingers slid through your wet folds, before beginning to playfully taunt your clit, rubbing just enough for some pleasure, but never enough for any real friction.

One of his fingers slid over to your slit, gathering all the slick that waited there for him, and he coated his fingers in it before slipping it in, easily going knuckle-deep.

“I’m gonna stretch you out, okay? Gonna get you ready for my cock.”

He said with a small smirk in a soft, almost whispered voice, that had deep currents of lust and desire running not far under it. Soon, one finger turned into two pumping in and out, curling into that delicious spot while you whined because of the stretch. The whines soon turned to moans and begging him for more.

“Az, need more..”

You begged, your hips already starting to buck on instinct and try to grind against his fingers.

“I’ll give you more in due time, darling.”

He replied simply. And then a third finger was slipped in, his thumb still running sinful circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit. In no time you were already slipping so, so close to the edge, and he let you get there, rubbing faster and harder until you fell apart around his fingers with a cry.

His fingers continued working you, prolonging your pleasure as much as possible before slipping out when the high had ended. However, you could hear the sound of his leathers slipping off, and when you opened your hazy eyes, you saw a glimpse of his cock, throbbing, the tip pink and leaking, begging for attention. He stroked himself a few times, hissing at the feeling, before running it through your folds thrice to get it soaked and ready.

“Ready? Take a deep breath for me and relax, darling.”

He whispered softly into your ear, and you could feel his tip prodding at your entrance before slowly inching in. No matter how many times you took him, the sheer size of his dick always managed to surprise you.

The stretch immediately took over your senses, making you whine against him. It was a mixture of pleasure and irritable pain that you didn’t want to admit how much you enjoyed.

After what felt like hours of soft, whispered reassurances and praise of how good you were doing for him, and how warm and tight you were, he had finally bottomed out. You immediately jerked your hips against him, breath leaving you at how delicious it felt.

“Please move, Az. Need you to.”

You said, your breathing already shaky. You weren’t going to last long, and from the way he was already groaning and throbbing in you, he wasn't going to either.

He pressed himself against you, beginning a slow and steady rhythm as he moved against you, groaning lewdly into your ear. His place turned to sloppy, loving thrusts as he just began going with instinct.

“You gonna cum with me, sweet girl? Yeah?”

He asked in a breathless tone, panting for air. The moment you hit your climax, your walls clenching and throbbing around his cock, letting you feel every particular inch and vein as it moved inside of you, he also came, thick ropes of his seed shooting deep into you, both of your moans and groaning making a chorus with the sounds of wet squelching and skin slapping skin as he painted your insides white.

You both just laid there for a moment, content to enjoy the afterglow, and as soon as it came down, Azriel was there for his usual godly aftercare.

“Bath?”

He asked, voice raspy and somewhat gruff from all his noises. You gave a wordless nod, and he picked you up, carrying you over to the bathtub and starting a warm bath, easing both of you into it.

He knew your entire haircare routine to the smallest details, and his shadows, still a bit pouty that he hadn’t let them participate in your session, seemed eager to help as you felt their cool touch against your scalp, then moving on to wash your body with your favorite scent of body wash.

You washed his hair, scrubbing shampoo in, then washed out and followed by conditioner, before the shadows helped you clean him off. A few of them helped ‘clean’ his very sensitive cock, causing Azriel to hiss at the feeling and tell them to stop, which only made you and the shadows giggle.

When you finally got out of the bath, you didn’t bother to put on any clothes, and neither did he. You enjoyed the moments of bare skin-to-skin contact with him.

Curled up in the bed, laying beside him with your arms around him, one of his arms around her waist, and his wings curled protectively around you, you whispered something to him.

“I love you.”

You whispered, voice soft and a bit raspy from earlier. He opened one eye, peeking at your serene face, before whispering back with a smile on his lips.

“I love you, too.”

[exiledandwanderingfox]

If anything, I think Feyre wants to be a leader to control people to be how she wants, than actually leading. I can think of this regarding multiple people

Her sisters:

-Book One, she wants to control what they do in the house but also never wants to be in the house and will go off and have an affair with an almost married man just to avoid being around her family

-Book Two: Does not want to see them until she needs to use them for war (going so far as to allude if Nesta doesn’t agree she’ll break into her mind and make her). And then of course because of Feyre, they end up in the cauldron and she only sends them off with Rhys out of obligation.

-Book Three: She forces her sisters to participate in war.

-Book Four and Five: Feyre spends so much time wanting to control her sisters and deciding with Rhys that they either comply and fit into the exact role they want the sisters to fit in (Elain, eventually Nesta) or get exiled and killed (Feysand wanting to send Nesta to die in the human lands)

Then we look at Lucien which I am of the firm belief that Feyre views Lucien as a servant in every bol, because she’s always viewing how he can help her and never the other way around:

-Book One: He risks his life UTM multiple times to save her and help her. She only gets frustrated in her cell that Lucien isn’t there to heal her (because he’s being beaten for helping her) and feels entitled to his healing power. She also never says thank you, because why would you say thank you to your servant?

-Book Two: Lucien spends the time in Spring Court trying to help Feyre, and then spends most of the book searching for her believing her to be in trouble, only for him to finally find Feyre and she sends him away, threatens him, and thinks the worst of him.

-Book three: Lucien is sus of Feyre (WITH GOOD REASON), and Feyre wants to hurt him. He tells her about his SA in confidence and then Feyre emotionally manipulates and abuses him. She then even considers saving him from Ianthe and the only reason she does is because she thinks of Rhys. Because why would you think about saving your servant now that they’re not useful to you anymore. 🙄 Speaking of usefulness, Rhys and Feyre control Lucien through Elain and he goes off on the mission that kind of ends up winning the war for them so like.

-Book Four: Feyre forced him to try to be a part of the IC despite everyone treating him like shit. He never gets a present and always gives one to Elain and Feyre. She also indirectly gets Lucien kicked out of Spring Court. And of course we can’t forget her making fun of the fact that he finally makes friends that aren’t her, and actually likes humans, unlike Feyre.

Don’t even get me started on Tamlin, spring court, Tarquin and night court. I could go on forever about this.

But this is part one 🥰

[silverflameataraxia]

Nesta told Feyre the truth about her pregnancy and then apologized for it.

Cassian said that, for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why Nesta's sisters loved her and then she apologized to him.

Amren called Nesta a pathetic waste of life, and then Nesta apologized to her.

Cassian said that he didn't have a choice in being shackled to Nesta, and then she wanted to apologize to him.

I feel like SJM has this version in her head of Nesta being this horrific monster, but it never translates to the page, so these apologies don't make sense.

If she wanted Nesta to apologize to Feyre then, in a fit of rage, Nesta could have lost control of her power and accidentally hurt Feyre. That would have been worthy of an apology. Instead, the IC don't apologize for withholding the truth from Feyre, but Nesta does apologize for telling the truth.

Nesta apologized to Cassian for how "awful" she was at the Winter Solstice in ACOFAS, but how was she awful? She sat quietly and politely all evening. She kissed Elain's head and quietly left at the end. She asked Cassian to leave her alone multiple times because she wasn't interested in him, and she rejected his present. It was Cassian who stormed out after her. It was Cassian who harassed her when she asked to be left alone. It was Cassian who lashed out and said hurtful things. It was Cassian who had a temper tantrum and threw her present in the Sidra. It was Cassian who stalked her home. But yet, it was Nesta who apologized for being "awful" even though she did nothing wrong, and she most certainly didn't do anything worth apologizing for. Cassian was the aggressor, Cassian was the one who should be apologizing, but he couldn't find a single word or action from that night to apologize for?

Nesta's fight with Amren is brought up multiple times, but we still have no idea what, exactly, happened. All we know is that Amren called Nesta a pathetic waste of life, but we have no idea what Nesta did to warrant such abuse. If Nesta apologized for what she did, then we should know what she did. Instead, we got Amren verbally abusing Nesta and Nesta getting down on her knees to apologize to her abuser.

Cassian said he didn't have a choice in being shackled to Nesta, yet she wanted to apologize to him for "what she did to him" in using the bargain to send him away. But she sent him away in order to not hurt his feelings, which shows far more character development from her than it does him. At least this time we actually got Cassian admitting he was in the wrong and wanting to apologize for it, but we should have gotten that on-page, along with an apology for yelling at her in the middle of the street, to the point that his temper scared the citizens of Velaris and they turned back the way they had come.

Nesta keeps apologizing when she's not even the one in the wrong.

[kataraavatara]

Random Nesta one shot idea based on a recent post you made.

One year after the intervention, a riot broke out on the rainbow. Nesta, seeing the results from the balcony, comments (to Cassian/the IC?) that she didn't know it was a year yet; she had spent a ton of money at the bar to quell a possible riot on the anniversary of a beloved member of the lower rent section of Velaris. She also offhandedly mentions that two other beloved members were probably unhomed by Rhysand when he condemned her apartment building.

When asked why she never brought this up, she just tells everyone she figured they knew and just used it as an excuse to lock her up. Also, again, she didn't realize it had been a whole year.

this is like months late sorry anon

Nesta sat awkwardly on the couch, fidgeting with her hands while Cassian and Rhysand laughed over old war stories and refilled their wineglasses. She didn’t partake, of course—no reason to invite the inevitable looks if she started drinking in front of them.

Feyre smiled indulgently at her mate, rubbing his back as he gestured grandly. Nesta tried to mimic the expression, but it probably looked more like a grimace. With Nyx off with Nuala and Cerridwen, Feyre had invited her for tea. Nesta had thought—maybe—she might get her sister alone for once.

But where Feyre went, Rhys followed. So Nesta had pasted on a smile and tugged the mating bond like a chain, summoning Cassian for backup. Mor was at Rita’s, Azriel somewhere on the Continent, Amren tangled with Varian. Which left Nesta to soak in Rhysand’s ego alone for two solid hours.

She stared into her teacup. The liquid trembled slightly.

The ripples began to grow stronger. When she looked up, Amren and Varian had burst into the room.

Varian’s face was grim enough to make Rhysand rise to his feet in one swift motion, wineglass forgotten. “What’s happening?” he barked.

“They’ve gone mad,” Amren hissed. “We saw it from the balcony. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed. They’re lighting buildings on fire.”

“The Illyrians?” Cassian asked, startled. “How the hell did they get into the city?”

“It’s not the Illyrians,” Varian said. “It’s Velaris. Your people are rioting.”

A beat of stunned silence.

“Our people would never—” Rhysand began, his voice stiff. “We’ve given everything to this city. Safety. Prosperity. That makes no sense.”

Amren rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t have to make sense. There’s a riot. Go stop it.”

Nesta glanced out the window. She could just make out the flicker of flames.

Rhysand recovered quickly. “Cassian—fly Nesta. Feyre, you stay here. You’re still recovering from the birth.”

Cassian passed her his sword without asking, though he kept his Siphons. Feyre crossed her arms.

“I’m the High Lady, not a porcelain doll. I won’t hide while my mate plays hero. You’ll need my water magic to stop the fires.”

Rhysand softened slightly. “It’s your choice, Feyre—but I can feel the strain still lingering in your body.”

Feyre summoned Illyrian wings and shoved past him onto the patio, launching into the sky without another word.

Rhysand muttered orders for Amren and Varian to stay behind and protect Nyx, and moments later, Nesta was airborne, Cassian’s arms tight around her. Feyre and Rhysand flew just ahead.

“Feyre handles the fires. You and I cover the crowd,” Cassian said.

Nesta’s stomach dropped. They were headed straight toward her old neighborhood.

She looked away from the approaching skyline. She’d spent a fortune at the Wolf’s Den that week—buying rounds, covering tabs, trying to keep things calm. She hadn’t realized it was… this week.

Had it really been a year?

Cassian mistook her silence. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. After Briallyn and the Trove, this’ll be nothing.”

She gave him a shaky smile. He didn’t need to know she was terrified of seeing someone she used to know.

They landed just as the fire reached its peak. Feyre was already pulling water from the Sidra, sending great arcs crashing over the flames. Nesta stared in horror. The building wasn’t just hers—it was new construction, rising over the ruins of her old apartment. The scaffolding groaned, shuddered—and collapsed in a cloud of dust and smoke.

She flinched, but an air shield held steady around her. Feyre’s doing.

Gravel and brick began crashing against the barrier. The crowd wasn’t grateful. They shouted, cursed, hurled everything they could.

“Tyrant!”

“First time you’ve shown your face here, huh?”

“Babe killer!”

Nesta drew her sword and backed toward Feyre, standing shoulder-to-shoulder. The blade gleamed in the fading light.

Keelie.

Her name rolled through the crowd, chanted louder and louder.

Feyre slithered into Nesta’s mind. Who?

Nesta let the memory bloom. My neighbor. You knocked down the building with no warning. She had a baby. Purple skin, bug wings. She’d left the father—he was dangerous. You forced her back into that house.

A long pause.

He killed them both. The baby was crying too loud, I think.

That’s not my fault, Feyre whispered. I didn’t do anything.

Exactly, Nesta said. You didn’t do anything for her.

Feyre recoiled. Nesta shut her out.

Someone in the crowd recognized her. “Fuck you! You’re one of them now. Sold us out for a warm bed and a bigger window!”

“I don’t control where I live,” Nesta said, scanning for the voice.

A brick sailed over her head, shattering a shop window. She turned and saw Florence. Blue-skinned, wings drooping with smoke and ash.

“Going to stab me with that sword?” Florence sneered, picking up another brick. “You’ll have to, if you want to stop me.”

Nesta looked at her for a long moment.

Then she dropped her sword.

And walked into the smoke.

The Inner Circle could fix their own damn mess.

[thefatesofspring]

The acotar fandom will forever be funny to me because by Tamlin’s very own actions, he is the very definition of that one quote/viral TikTok sound that goes something like “the hero will sacrifice the one he loves for the world but the villain would burn the world down for the one he loves” or however it goes.

Tamlin literally sacrificed Prythian twice for Feyre!! 1st was by sending her home when she was still human the 2nd time was by playing spy with Hybern but also using that opportunity to free Feyre from her bargain to Rhysand & get her back so she’s safe.

Rhysand on the other hand…

• sexually assaulted & exploited Feyre

• violated & embarrassed her mental/private thoughts & then exposed them to Tamlin in front of Lucien

• knowingly let an unknowing Feyre be used as live bait for the attor just to see if it was going to continue to follow them & attack

• Had her steal the book of breathing from Summer Court & nearly died in the process

• let her walk into the weavers cottage without telling her that their was a high possibility she would die in the process to retrieve a ring…a ring that’s meant to prove how much she loves & deserves Rhysand even though she had already done the above by this point & didn’t need to do anything more to prove her love for Rhysand

• kept the dangers of her pregnancy away from her

• knew that Ianthe wasn’t who Tamlin or Feyre believed her to be & didn’t warn either of them about her proposal to him for an heir & power, which ultimately lead to them being blindsided by Ianthe’s betrayal.

• twisted the piece of bone in her infected arm to the point where she nearly blacked out from the pain

• complained about 500 gold marks Nesta spent & read the bill which in turn embarrassed Feyre in front of everyone at breakfast, even though 500 gold marks is nothing to him, he has openly admitted that the IC drink & gamble all the time & worse etc

I could go on & on but it’s just funny because the fandom particularly go crazy over that audio & the whole time it doesn’t even apply to Rhysand but to Tamlin but because Tamlin is blonde and doesn’t handle his temper/emotions in the best way, people will jumps through saturns rings to “explain” why that’s Rhysand & not Tamlin even though canon text states otherwise😩😂

Anyway…thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can you please do an azriel or fenrys x reader of him taking care of her after a drunkenness?

Silly

Azriel didn’t enjoy alcohol. He never understood the appeal and quite frankly the smell alone for years hunted him. Reminding him of his drunken father. The pain. The torture. The male he never wanted to turn to. So he kept himself away from it. Not that he was afraid of getting addicted more from the pain it inflicted. Scarcely enjoying a glass of bourbon with his brothers. Or downing a shot or two when drunken Mor stumbled to him at Rita’s.

“I wonder when we should intervene”, Rhys chuckled eyes fixed on his mate practically crawling towards the stage at Rita’s. “I tried, look where it got me”, Cass grunted, lifting his iced glass away from his cracked eyebrow. He had been pinning after Nesta for so long. It was painful to watch if Azriel was honest. But his brother was determined. “They haven’t let loose in a while. Let them be”, the spymaster muttered, his shadows swirling at your feet as you tried to climb the steps.

You two weren’t exactly together yet Azriel couldn’t help the feeling that ran through him when his mind drifted to you. The thought made him frown slightly. Maybe he was a hypocrite for judging Cassian’s situation when his wasn’t that much different. It was worse. Both Cassian and Rhys saw you as their sister. The same feeling Azriel should have shared but it had always been different. There was always more.

“Show me your ass, witch”, Cassian shouted, making Nesta glare, before she reached for her shoe. Flinging it across the room screaming, “Eat shit!”. All the girls giggled around her and even Cassian laughed. “That’s my wife’s move”, Rhys grunted, “Need to be more inventive”. But his voice didn’t reach her as Feyre ushered the musician off the stage, before motioning for Mor to play something. The drunken voices that joined suit made all three of the males laugh but Cassian was the only one who joined in.

All Azriel could focus on, however, was your flushed cheeks as you giggled bracing yourself onto the piano. Your hair was messy, braids half loose but that’s what you got from dancing with Cassian. A pang shot through Azriel, it should have been him. He should have been the one spinning you around. So lost in his thoughts he didn’t feel the tug of his shadows until he heard a thud and gasps. Slipped his shadows clawed at his legs as Azriel pushed up from the booth. Ready to assess the damage.

“Move aside”, he ushered the drunken girls, ready to see anyone but you there. His heart leaped as he knelt. “Yn”, he called gently. You sat so still with your hair over your face that he couldn’t understand the damage. Until a laugh bubbled through your lips as you threw your head back. His palm rested on your back as you tilted backward, nearly sending yourself toppling over.

“Okay”, Azriel sighed, “Come on, before you reck this place”, “Did you see?”, you wheezed, clasping your hand over his, “My heel…”, your voice died down as another wave of laughter erupted from your mouth. Azriel just shook his head, “You could have cracked your skull, silly”, steadying you onto your feet, even if he doubted that you could even stand, he turned towards his brother. A look was enough to let them know that he was leaving and taking you with him.

“You’re blowing it”, you muttered. Air caught in Azriel’s chest, “Sorry, what?”, surely this was not the time for him to start thinking of things that you probably didn’t even mean. “Blowing the fun”, you blinked at him. “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, love”, he mused, wrapping an arm around your middle as he walked you out of the Rita’s.

“Azriel”, you whined, stopping in your tracks. He simply hummed. “My feet”, you pointed to your heels. “Did you hurt your ankle?”, a panic washed over him as he knelt once more, making you giggle as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “Dang did you go down fast, it was a blur”, you laughed. “Pull yourself together, woman, did you hurt yourself?”, he demanded, running his fingers over your ankles looking for visible bruises.

“Nope”, you popped the p, “Killer heels give you killer foot pain”, you shrugged, watching his shoulders sag before he stood back up. “Carry me back home?”, you asked him trying to appear innocent. “You will be the death of me”, he grunted but wrapped his arks around you anyway. “No”, you shook your head, “But Nesta might be”. Azriel chuckled, “I think Cassian is in more danger in that department”. You hummed, cuddling deeper into him when the night air brushed against your skin. “Can I ask you something?”, you muttered, looking up at him from his shoulder. “Sure”, Azriel mused, stepping through the narrow streets. “If I wasn’t drunk would you kiss me?”, your words made Azriel nearly lose his footing. “Where is this coming from?”, he looked down at you, eyelids drooping slowly. “Cause, I wanted to kiss you all night long”, you muttered against him making Azriel’s heart flutter. “Can you ask me that tomorrow?”, he muttered, feeling you nod against his shoulder. “But can you remind me of it?”, you added quickly. “How would I do that?”, Azriel slowly ran his hand down your back. “By kissing me yourself, silly”, you giggled, “I give you permission to do that”.

[hrizantemy]

Can we talk about the clothes in acotar for a sec? When Elain looked mildly uncomfortable at the sight of Illyrian leathers, she was given winter court ones, which seem to have some kind of an overcoat that covers her body more. Since she's a former human that values modesty. When the priestesses come to train, they're free to wear their robes, as long as they can move in it. The robes don't seem too different then the simple dresses that Nesta prefers and wears on the regular, and if anything, along with the hood, seem less practical than the aforementioned dresses. The CON fashion also seems to prefer covering up, with Mor and Feyre dressing in revealing cloths either for spite, to send a message, or because they feel like it. And yet Nesta is continuously forced into revealing clothing that makes her uncomfortable? It's never an issue for anyone else to dress how they want, because choice, or whatever they delude themselves into thinking they offer. But instead, Nesta is dressed up to match their aesthetic, without anyone asking what she wants to wear? Women being forced to dress a certain way to fit the machinations of men, in a system run by men, or to appear as a man finds to be most appealing, sounds very... What was it again? Starts with 's'.... Oh, right. Sexist. patriarchal also works. And people still like to argue that Recces cup is a 'feminist king' or whatever.

And let’s go even deeper because this isn’t just about clothing—it’s about control.

Nesta is the only one who doesn’t get to choose how she presents herself. Elain gets the soft, flowy dresses she prefers. The priestesses get to train in their comfort. Mor and Feyre can dress however they want, whether that means covered or revealing. Every other woman is granted bodily autonomy—except Nesta.

And why? Because they don’t see Nesta as an individual with her own choices. They see her as something that needs to be reshaped, rebranded, made more palatable to them. Instead of letting her heal on her own terms, they shove her into outfits they find aesthetically pleasing, not because it benefits her, but because it benefits them.

And let’s talk about the sexist implications of this. A woman being forced into revealing clothing against her will is not empowerment—it’s objectification. It’s literally the oldest trick in the patriarchal book.

• Women being told to dress in ways that cater to the male gaze under the guise of “confidence”? Check.

• A man (Cassian) sexualizing Nesta before she even wears revealing clothes, then her being pushed into them? Check.

• The men in charge (Rhys, Cassian, the IC as a whole) deciding what’s best for her body, her presentation, without even asking her? BIG CHECK.

And what makes it worse? The IC frames this as “helping” her.

• Helping her feel “comfortable” in her own body (even though she clearly isn’t).

• Helping her “embrace herself” (even though she was already comfortable in her own style).

• Helping her fit into their world, their standards, their aesthetic.

Let’s be honest—this was never about Nesta’s well-being. If it was, they would have asked her what she wanted. They would have given her options, let her choose, let her find comfort on her own terms. Instead, they dressed her up like a doll, put her on display, and expected her to be grateful for it.

And people really still think Rhys is some feminist king. The man who rules a court where his inner circle controls how a woman presents herself, disregards her preferences, and expects her to comply without question. The same man who allowed the same patterns of control and oppression in Illyria to go completely unchecked for centuries.

But sure. Feminist king.

Let’s call it what it is—this is just another form of control. This is about shaping Nesta into something more digestible, more palatable to the IC’s standards. And the worst part? They don’t even recognize it for what it is. They genuinely believe they’re “helping” her.

Because when you strip away the fancy words, all this boils down to is a powerful man and his circle forcing a woman into something she doesn’t want and calling it empowerment. And if that isn’t the most sexist, patriarchal nonsense, I don’t know what is.

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

ive realized that nesta antis seem to fundamentally misunderstand how and why the intervention is abusive. no one is arguing that the ic is initially obligated to help - or at least, thats not what the argument is.

the ic is not responsible for nesta - feyre is not obligated to help nesta; that portion i absolutely agree with. the problem was - and always has been - that the ic personally put themselves in charge of nesta. they don't suggest - they demand. they couldve have literally just cut nesta off - and that would have been their right.

nesta is forced to go to the house of wind. she cannot leave by herself unless she has a chaperone. she cannot decide what she eats, what she wears, and who can visit her. she is forced to work in the library, she is forced to train in a foreign land. her clothes were already packed delivered to the house of wind before she attended the meeting -- before she even formally gave a response. her house WAS TORN DOWN BY THE TIME THE MEETING HAD EVEN STARTED. they had already made the decision before she could make it for herself. they personally put themselves in charge of her well being. feyre told nesta that if she had to be TIED UP AND FORCIBLY TAKEN to the house of wind - she would. that is not a choice. they then repeadedly ask HER TO DO COURT DUTIES AND INTENTIONALLY USE elain to force nesta into action. AND THEY DONT PAY HER FOR THIS. SHE STILL HAS TO GO RIGHT BACK TO THE HOW.

they literally deemed her too mentally ill function in society, to live by herself -- but sure lets send on her these missions (and she is then sexually assaulted TWICEEE).

yall - thats not legal by even our standards. in many ways its written much worse than tamlin's scene in maf bc the story justifies itself.

you cant argue that the ic is not responsible for nesta when THEY DECIDED to intervene. at that point, nesta IS their responsibility. she literally has to depend on them to eat, sleep, live, and work. they take measures to make her completely dependent on them. she has to sleep in the house of wind with cassian, even though she explained that she wanted nothing to do with him.

like if you dont like nesta - good on you. but this idea that we should always rely on this "we know what they meant" is so annoying bc nesta literally almost DIES bc cassian literally ignored and watched nesta waste away JUST LIKE TAMLIN DID. no one noticed that she was terrified of the sound of wood crackling - she just sat there and endured it. and everyone called her a bitch about it. and the fact that maf uses these same scenario to call out tamlin but not cassian reiterates the problem with this series. these topic are nothing outside of how you can continually justify your favs. it doesnt take much to see how cassian and tamlin literally do the same things , yet ive not seen one meta from that side earnestly discussing it bc "nesta is difficult" very nasty behavior is you ask me.

[youareatragedy]

"Shut up! Everyone in ACOTAR is flawed, and that’s why we like them!

True. But when you only like the characters your favorite character likes, it becomes a double standard. It’s a problem when you like these characters so much that you refuse to admit how problematic they actually are. It’s a problem when you’re so biased that just because your favorite character dislikes Character A, nothing that character A does—whether it’s saving universes or saving your favorite character’s life—matters to you. It’s a problem when you stop thinking critically and justify destroying an entire country as revenge against an ex, simply because it aligns with what makes your favorite character happy.

That’s childish. That’s not how adults should consume media. What’s next? If SJM had Rhysand say that Illyrian women should live in a Handmaid’s Tale society, would you applaud it and say, "Oh good, that makes sense. Rhys is awesome. Finally, the females in Illyria have a clear purpose"? I’m begging this fandom to stop being cringe and step away from this "if I say jump, you ask how high" mentality.

Rhysand isn’t warming your bed at night. Calling Nesta an ungrateful bitch—when she’s simply young, setting boundaries, and healing at her own pace—sends a harmful message to the real world, whether you realize it or not. Similarly, shouting that Rhys was SA’d while insisting Tamlin should have just submitted to Amarantha sends another damaging message—and neither are messages we should be okay with.

Rhys isn’t real. Cassian isn’t real. The Inner Circle isn’t going to show up with Christmas presents and hot chocolate to chat with you and ask you to be a part of their "found family".

Turn your brains ON. Love Rhys and the IC, but don’t be blind to the fact that they’re insanely toxic characters who should face consequences. And stop calling people who like Nesta or Tamlin "abuser apologists" when you’re willing to ignore Rhys and Cassian beating up a very traumatized Azriel or gloss over the fact that Feyre endured SA by Rhys UTM.

[roseadleyn]

rhysand and nyx but put it along the lines of jan van eck and wylan hendriks, please and thank youu

hold my hand and walk with me here. nyx growing up with not as much power or any desire for power and it royally pisses off amren, ( who i don't think even cares abt the ic other than power ) but rhys and feyre are still like,, it's okay, he's a child. and then nyx is 8 and rhys and feyre are both stressed asf because what to do? nesta and elain and azriel are all hellbent that nyx should never go to an illyrian war camp and rhys and feyre don't know what to do, they don't want to send him but think nyx will be fine. and nyx ends up going to the camp and he's beaten by every corner, trying to be shaped into a 'warrior'. and the camp lords are especially vicious and they take out their frustration with rhysand on him

and little nyx sees how amren sneers at 'powerless' people and how his dad is so powerful, how sometimes there's disappointment in his father's eyes when he looks at him and he never says a word. and then nyx is 16 and hardened from the blood rite and his family is so furious, but what can they do? they are the ones who never bothered to fix the illyrians' issues.

anyways nyx makes some friends at the illyrian camps,. there's a girl with dark eyes and brown skin and her wings are clipped, but she can walk any high rope and moves like shadow. and there's a weirdly pale boy who's been trapped in hewn city his whole life but managed to run away when the gates were tilted slightly open because he's a thief who can escape from anywhere. there's the beautiful girl who's a daughter of a hewn city noble and ran away with the boy so they won't use her magic for their twisted purposes. there's the tall blonde boy who was the only survivor of the winter court's children massacre and has spent his whole life training for revenge. and the poor illyrian boy who shields nyx from the worst of the war camps and guides him through it all ( yes these are the crows god what did u guys expect )

and when nyx finds out the role his beloved parents have played in how everyone, his friends have suffered.. WELL SIX DANGEROUS OUTCASTS ONE IMPOSSIBLE HEIST ROLL SIX OF CROWS INTRO

anyways i MIGHTT... write this someday but. dropping this here for thoughts

[extremely-judgemental]

This is the last time I talk about Elain (hopefully!). I honestly don’t understand where you’re getting the idea that she is sweet. Elain is polite, like ‘my neighbour is nice to me’ sort of way. That doesn’t warrant how everyone puts her on a pedestal.

Her actions are mostly glossed over as self-preservation, but that doesn’t seem right to describe her behaviour either. At least, not in a sympathetic way. I'm sure there’s going to be an overload of trauma to justify this, because how can SJM’s heroines have mere mediocre problems when they can be abused or have lost a loved one?

I digress. Ever since Nesta’s grooming came to light, the same is assumed about Elain—that she’s groomed to be ‘nice’. That’s not entirely true. Their mother and grandmother focus on Nesta because getting the eldest married well will bring more prospects for the other two. In their mother’s words, Elain needn’t worry because she is a born beauty, and so she is not trained in courtliness or politics. And, Feyre has enough liberty to lock herself in their father’s office. As a middle child, Elain chooses the ‘nice’ mask because it’s what gets her attention in a family full of stubborn heads—her mother, her grandmother, her sisters.

During their poverty years, even if she could do chores, it’s hard to believe Nesta let her given how much she coddles Elain. And, Feyre treats her like a fragile doll. Elain essentially enjoys the best of both worlds like her father without contributing much to the family. She benefits heavily from her sisters’ animosity against each other—she’s the kind one while the other is the bitch. She’s also quick to secure a marriage alliance right after they regain their wealth. This isn’t to say it wasn’t out of love, but the plot is set in somewhat medieval times, where the order in which the sisters marry is crucial—Elain already wed before the eldest leaves a mark on Nesta’s reputation, making it difficult for her to find suitors.

Elain goes her entire life without being blamed or hated by her family, or even the IC. To have gone through all those struggles, having done literally nothing, and still cherished by everyone? Kindness doesn’t buy you that kind of a pass. It’s not her fault that everyone puts her first, but it’s the result of the image she actively cultivates to achieve her means.

This is why the paintbrushes don’t hold much value either. She doesn’t make Feyre’s life easier or take away some of the burdens, but gives her presents and everything is okay between them? This comes off like love-bombing to me—making Feyre feel special so that Elain isn’t the villain. Which worked, as Nesta is the one called ungrateful. When you’re struggling and someone offers you a bit of joy and relief, it is impactful, and Elain’s gesture could have been that if she had contributed to the family. But now, it comes off as manipulation.

And here’s my issue with her betrayal in Silver Flames. No one gives two fucks about what she thinks is best for Nesta. The IC won’t sit around and wait till she’s convinced. If she decides to lock herself in her room and cry again, only Feyre might care a little. Until then, she’s never included in any major decisions and she’s too perceptive to not notice this. She doesn’t even have to side with Nesta, but to pack her things to send her away?

She even goes on to throw in a ‘you don’t have to be miserable’ when Nesta is being imprisoned with a man. Imagine Elain trapped with Lucien to get her out of her funk. Feyre violated Lucien’s mind when he asked for a few minutes alone with her. They were chaperoned by the entire family for one simple tea. Clearly, Elain is not so stupid as to not know what she’s implying. She lets Nesta suffer not out of self-preservation but because she, like Feyre, believes Nesta is hopeless.

Later, she manipulates Nesta into scrying and insults her in front of everyone who hates her. She blames her ‘invisibility’—she crafted for herself—on others. It isn’t about her owning her life, because she could have done the scrying right away without that conversation with Nesta. And it’s not about protecting herself from the IC. Her outburst felt more like her resentment, that she couldn’t handle losing her shield.

There are many who want Elain to stand up to the IC, but the thing is, she has no reason to. When none of her actions are held against her, what would she fight for? The IC’s behaviour is borderline psychotic with Nesta to prove she wouldn’t be welcomed into the family unless she becomes reputable enough to be Feyre’s sister and Cassian’s mate. In Elain’s case, she is already forgiven and accepted.

Though it still falls under the broad term, her self-preservation carries heavy undertones of selfishness and manipulation. It is not even a survival response triggered under pressure. Most of her life, Elain never has to make big choices. She always gets what she wants without lifting a finger. No responsibility at home, more attention from family, the only one to receive her father’s love, her engagement to Graysen, going to Graysen for help, being left alone during the battles, having her own gardens in Velaris, learning to cook, leading a simple life, to be away from Lucien, pursuing Azriel. When exactly is she ever denied in the first place to preserve her happiness?

Also, Elain is definitely not a helpless doe. She is an opportunist. Her ‘kindness’ is a mask to escape scrutiny from others when she neglects her responsibilities. It serves her too since ‘Elain is Elain’.

And that’s fine because these flaws add layers to her character and there’s room for growth. But when the narrative ignores them and paints her as an angel because it supports the glorified hero, that is wrong. We see it happen with Feyre, Rhysand, and the Inner Circle. Elain is underdeveloped, yet she shows prominent traits at major plot points and still is considered ‘sweet’. At this rate, she’s just going to be another bland cutout who can never do anything wrong and is universally loved (like Feyre).

On the other hand, all this masking, the cunning, and the pettiness are great agents for her obvious future bonding with Rhysand who is quite similar. But her true nature has to be acknowledged first, which is clearly not happening in the narrative or the fandom.

There are obvious issues to be resolved in Elain’s character—shedding these traits and loving others without exploitation—but the focus will be on what SJM deems worthy for her plot. Elain went from being content to staying in the background, tending to her gardens, and creating beauty to wanting to step out of her sisters’ shadows. Though she never gave that vibe, it will be shoved down our throats because these leads need to be badasses. At this point, she has more chances of turning into another Feyre with her ‘coming out of the shell’ journey because that’s the only way women can grow in this series. I don’t like Elain the way I don’t like Feyre, Rhysand, or Cassian. She is, and will likely never be, held accountable for anything she does. Nesta has self-awareness, her flaws are portrayed as such, and she makes amends for her mistakes because that allows Feyre to be right again. But what reason does Elain have to be better when she hasn’t done anything wrong until now?

[queenofqueensarcheron]

THE REASONS WHY I DISLIKE ELAIN ARCHERON (AS OF NOW)

Book 1:

It’s mostly when Feyre comes back from the spring court and she tells her that Nesta scares all of her new friends away. She must know that something happened between Nesta and Tomas. She was probably in the cabin with their father when Nesta came back with a ripped dress.

Nesta was also the only one in the house to not have suffered from the glamour. Meaning that for WEEKS Nesta was telling herself she wasn’t crazy and that Feyre wasn’t actually at their auntie’s house, but taken by the fae. And yet Elain probably never asked her how she felt, because it didn’t touch or revolve around her directly.

When she told Feyre that Nesta is scary for her new friends (bear in mind, everyone babies Elain, not just Nesta) nobody asked themselves what might have happened. And just left her there because we all know that tough Nesta doesn’t need worrying. 😒

Book 2:

When Rhys and co comes to the new manor and ask the sisters of they want to come to Velaris since the human lands are too dangerous for them. Nesta asked Elain what she wanted, since Elain was engaged to her fae hating man. But nobody asked Nesta what she wanted. Elain could be safe with her fiancé, but if the war were to come, nobody would come and protect Nesta.

Elain never asked to herself or out loud whether or not it would be good for Nesta to stay or should she go to Velaris. It was convenient for Elain to keep Nesta with her. She would have her sister AND her fiancé to protect her. But then again god forbid we wonder and care about tough Nesta. Because we don’t.

Book 3:

Elain did not do much in this book ngl.

Book 4

When Feyre asked Elain if it was worth the “trouble” getting Nesta for Solstice. And Elain had the guts to ask if Nesta was still a part of this family when Nesta herself is the one who was there for Elain when girlie was catatonic and suicidal. Nesta was going through a very hard time but she was definitely not against seeing her sisters from time to time. She just didn’t want to hang out with the IC who openly hated her (still do.)

Elain had the guts to tell Feyre that getting Nesta to attend is not worth the trouble.

Book 5:

[BUCKLE UP WITH THIS ONE]

Elain going behind Nesta’s back to pack her things when she was “given a choice” when it clearly wasn’t a choice. If it was truly a choice why did

1- Feyre told her that if they had to chained her, they would and

2- why did they send her clothes DIRECTLY to the house???

If it was truly a choice, would they not wait to get Nesta’s answer before moving her things. Like where would they actually move her things. Or would let Nesta move her things ALONE.

When Elain came and visit Nesta no matter how good the intentions were, she by far did not help. Elain has spent the majority of her life hiding behind Nesta. And yet acts surprised when Nesta who is HEAVILY depressed snaps back. And she snaps back because yet again, someone doesn’t respect her boundaries. Nesta states very clearly that she does not want to talk about their father, and yet Elain pushes.

And when Nesta lashed out, she went running to big protective Rhysand. Did she not understand how bad it could have been for Nesta?? It doesn’t take a genius to understand that Rhys LOATHES Nesta and would love to wash his hands of her.

You do that to the sisters was there for you FOR MONTHS when nobody else was. She was acting like the barrier between you and the mate you want nothing to do with. She protected you when you were catatonic, and this is how you treat her when she’s the one who needs a hand???? NASTY. JUST NASTY BEHAVIOUR

And when they were talking about the trove and Elain told everyone they would use her and Nesta refused, and Elain snapped(like I get it, you’re tired of everyone babying you) and says “all you are ever thinking is what my trauma did to you” EXCUSE ME NOW?!????

Miss girl take a fucking seat pls for my own sanity.

You are dumb to think the IC would risk your life when your very expandable sister is there.

When she scried for the second time after her nightmare, and Rhys FELT her trauma, was Elain there? No. Did anyone ask her or apologized to her? NOOO

AND THEN on top of that, when Nesta went to find the mask and got SA’d on the way. All these people were doing was judging and making fun of her. Elain wasn’t there, bby girl, your sister risked her life YET AGAIN and almost died and where are you???? Had it been the opposite, Nesta would have raged time and space to get to her. And yet Elain is unable to show a single ounce of emotion for Nesta.

Nobody came to visit her besides Cassian (also fuck him for what he did in that room)

NOBODY ASKED HER IF SHE WAS OK?? 😭

Then the whole thing with the pregnancy. Everyone hates Nesta for telling the truth to Feyre but no one bats an eye for the people who kept the secret WHILE LIVING with the poor woman. Nesta was depressed, angry, alone and very much stuck in the HoW. Sure she should have said f u Rhys, I’m telling my sister. But Elain was legit living with Feyre and told her nothing and pretty sure had to lie to her. Feyre would have had way more conversations about her baby with Elain, somebody she would see everyday compared to the sister they decided to lock up and only let out when she was needed for dangerous missions.

Elain probably lied and gave false hope to Feyre. Rhys and his IC decided to keep the truth away from her KNOWING Feyre asked to never be lied to and Rhys fucking agreed a promised.

During Solstice when Nesta arrived and Elain had to open her mouth so Nesta had to tell her to shut up. LIKE YESS! You can laugh, but honestly Nesta wasn’t invited to this part until like .243 seconds ago so take a seat and be happy your sister is doing better, because it’s certainly not because of you.

Nesta gets kidnapped and nobody besides Cassian has any reaction. Feyre is more interested in Eris than her own sister. BFFR. Elain is as usual nowhere to be found. Nesta comes back to a week of “Prythian’s Hunger Games” UNMAKE someone, saves the day and nobody asks her how she is? Nobody thanks her (besides Rhys) nobody is looking to see if she’s injured?? No fuck her. She’s tough she’s fine we don’t care.

Anyways thats the big lines on why I dislike Elain Archeron. And I’m excited for her book cause girlie needs to have a character arc and not just the word “pretty” following her.

[elainsgirl]

Saw a couple Feysand stans send you anons and thought I'd join in, as a Feysand stan who has given up in engaging with this fandom because its so filled with people who don't even like the books, think the OG trilogy don't matter, and have elevated certain side characters to deity status and expect BB, sjm and the whole fandom to fall to their knees in agreement. You'd think ACOSF wasn't about Nesta but about Gw*n the almighty, wielding Made weapons alongside Cass and Az. You'd think it was Gw*n that saved all of Prythian and was give the powers of all seven courts. And you'd think it was Gw*n that was like the sun itself and had the spymaster all desperate and pathetic on his knees. Somehow, they've turned her into Nesta, Feyre and Elain all at once (because deep down they know who the story is about). Seriously, just let the girl cut her ribbon and chill in her library in peace!

I am so glad that neither BB nor SJM give a damn about what a few thousand (if even that) active people in a toxic fandom has to say about a book series that has sold about a dozen million copies and has been translated into nearly 40 languages. Sometimes I just think this fandom needs to get over itself (not referring to any individuals here, there are so many reasonable people here too!).

Acotar is a decade in the making. I am so glad that a peak in fandom craziness in 2021 and onwards of people who dislike the OG trilogy and most the characters has no bearing on where BB is spending their money, which is on the story Sarah is telling. And which millions of people actually like. And which is about characters she loves and which will always be based on the OG trilogy. And which obviously is heading to Elain and Azriel next.

Seriously, I don't understand how you Elriels can stand arguing with people who think three platonic interactions and a line in a bonus chapter erase several books of Elriel. Perhaps you've been surrounded by this for so long that to you, it doesn't seem as silly as it is. But it looks like a clown show from the outside. Not Elriels, but I mean, the anti Elriels make so little sense, and yet people argue with them as if their arguments are worth that. They're not. It's honestly so ridiculous it's not worthy of more than a raised eyebrow, Azriel style. It blows my mind the lengths people go to willingly delude themselves and then demand others to treat their fabrications with respect. And it also blows my mind that people actually treat their fabrications as if they're worthy of being met with serious arguments. I'd just go "nice headcanon" and move on. But that is probably easy for me to say when I'm not surrounded by it. I'm happy for you all that it'll be over soon at least.

Congratulations in advance on that announcement by the way, because it's been coming since that first dinner when Elain nearly stabbed Cassian with a fork and Azriel went that's my girl and probably nearly came in his pants. I was hooked on Feysand the whole series but saw Elriel coming a mile away (thought they made more narrative sense than Nessian even, and I love Nessian).

Oh and happy Elriel month in advance too. I'll be lurking the Elriel tag for all that sexy sexy fanart you always come up with. I gotta give it to the elriels, you have the best fanart. I can totally see why Feyre finds Elain and Azriel so aesthetically pleasing. I'm hyperventilating just thinking about them. 🌸🦇

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Yeah, its why I stopped posting on TikTok. It was such a negative place for people that liked the OG series, OG characters, feysand etc. Its filled with the hardcore Nesta/Anti IC stans that think the valkryies are the new IT group and the following books will focus on them and acosf is the only important book and the previous books were trash, it can honestly get so draining.

Right? The gwynification of the fandom has given Gwyn so much importance, its crazy. Its like everything is about Gwyn and how she’ll do all of these crazy side quests and become besties and a family member to the IC and be the best gf towards Azriel. Its so hard to remember sometimes she’s just nesta’s best friend who Mass didn’t consider relevant enough to include in the OG series or even acofas the bridge between the two series…books where Mass has left clues for the upcoming books. Her stans have rlly inflated Gwyns importance all because she showed up for a few pages in one limited edition bonus. Its like the ending of acosf doesn’t even matter to gwynriels, they’ve forgotten the main purpose of the series which is the Archeron Sisters. They are the centre of the acotar universe and everything will come back to them…its why Nesta plays such a huge role in a gwynriel book because even they know Gwyn nor Az are as important as THE archeron family. You’re so right in saying that they’ve turned Gwyn into a mix of all the sisters. Honestly, she’s the perfect character to self-insert with which is what has happened. And in canon, Gwyn just wanted to be a valkryie and heal, making friends. All things she has accomplished.

certain people in this fandon do need to get over themselves, old news sure - but it speaks volume that *those* people had the audacity to think they’re important/right over the literal publishers of the series, arguing with them…over what’s literally written in the books therefore canon. Like. Just imagine actually sitting there and picking a fight with THE publishing house for ACOTAR. It goes to show their attitude and how terrible it is - im so glad BB disnt give into their tamtrums and instead made a funny reel having a dig at them. BB’s silence from the fandom has allowed it to become as toxic as it is but looking at how antis are behaving, I understand now why they’ve been so silent until it was time for the announcement (hopefully).

Yes! Acotar became so famous and loved BECAUSE of the OG characters. It wad because of Feyre and Rhys - their love story and found family including Nesta and Elain. That is where the money lies, what majority of the people want. The story was always going to revolve around the OG cast with new characters playing small roles. And right now, looking at everything together- its very clear the next story is elriels.

honestly I also don’t know how we’ve managed to survive 4 years of antis telling us 3 pages of a limited edition bonus + a few platonic interactions outweight the countless elriel scenes and foreshadowing which started early as acomaf. It sounds so ridiculous when you put it this way - elriels are literally arguing with people who are going off on assumptions and misinterpretation. But since gwynriels and eluciens are the most popular ships - their nonsense outweighs elriels sense because bottom line is - elriel were never popular in the fandom. People didnt like them together and elucien/gwynriel have given alternatives. In my experience, most elucien/gwynriel stans dont even care about their ships particularly, they just dont want elriel. And it all comes down to: 1) not liking Elain and believing Az deserves better and 2) wanting Lucien to get his mate so he can be happy forever

You know when something is so ridiculous that to you its silly but then you see others and they’re agreeing with it, I think it makes you doubt yourself but also it can be irritating that people are willingly being unfair and obtuse when it comes to elriel that even though you know what they’re saying is absolutely stupid and as you said, deserves nothing more then an eye brow raise - Az style, you can’t hell but answer with logic hoping they see the light but they dont and you’re just left feeling confused and even more irritated because how can someone be that….delusional to put it in a polite way. I think that is how most elriels feel, we know what they say isnt worth our time but refute it anyway hoping that maybe one day they’ll see logic. However, I will say that I’ve seen less elriels argue w antis over their takes because 4 years later and with an announcement looming so close, its just not worth it anymore. Everyone’s picked their ships, no minds are getting changed so save the energy.

Thank you! That moment made me smile so hard because it was so cute, that whole dinner was just Elriel overload. I totally gt the people that shipped them from the moment they appeared on page - I think it was pretty obvious. Especially when you had the main character shipping them two 🤭

hope you enjoy elriel month with us anon, I have a feeling this one will be the best one yet with lots of participation from everyone. Down to hot fanarts and heartfet fics, aesthetic moodboards and hilarious HCs. I also can’t wait to see all the elriel content we are going to be blessed with this fine May, Feyre is so relatable because Im also always smiling at the thought of how beautiful elriel look together - elriel commissioners and fanartists always do the twi justice. Feyre would definitely be proud (and have all the fanart of her favourite couple hung up)