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readychilledwine · 1 year ago

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Rhysand x Winter Court OC

A/N- Happy day 3 of my Here's to 100 week! I wanted to give angst a try a few weeks ago, and I am kind of proud, kind of not proud of this piece. I think this is something that could become more, and I've left it open to more, but I don't really know if I want this OC to have a happy ending, or a tragic one. If I add to it, it might be a roll of the dice thing to decide.

Summary - Rhysand is finally home from the Mountain, but he's home with news that shatters Aelia, his wife's world, from under her feet.

Warnings - alludes to a panic attack kind of angsty.

Part Two Part Three

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This wasn't a conversation Rhysand wanted to have with Aelia. "It's not your fault," she whispered softly. "It's just the hand you were dealt. I get it." She stood and began to move to walk out of the room. She needed to leave the room. Panic had set into her chest, tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

"Aelia," he strained out. "Please."

His heart was breaking as she dropped her hand from the door and looked up. He watched her hand run through her hair again. The snow blonde curls were a mess from her hands constantly running through it and pulling at it. He wanted nothing more than to brush it, to bring her to his bed, and to play with it. "Rhys, I need time. You need time."

"You're my wife. The mother of my child." His voice held a tone of desperation.

"And she's your mate? I can't win here Rhys." Rhysand stood. Caging her body between him and the doorway. His head rested on her shoulder. "I need to go, Rhys. I can't watch this."

"Please don't leave me." Her eyes squeezed shut as tears began to openly fall. He was breaking behind her, and she was shattering before him. Hundreds of years of love, of laughter, of joy. Hundreds of years, just gone.

"What am I supposed to do, Rhysand? Sit here and warm your bed until she realizes Tamlin isn't the one? I need to start looking for somewhere for Nyx and I to go."

"Your place is here. Our son's place is here. I don't want her, Aelia." His voice cracked as he began to sob. "I've only ever wanted you. I love you. I'm in love with you."

Aelia wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe none of this mattered. That the female he was bound to didn't matter. She knew it did, though. She knew this changes everything between them. "You found your mate, Rhys. That's going to change."

His eyes were squeezed shut as he forced her into his chest. "No, it won't. I'll reject the bond." She shook her head softly. Azriel would murder her if she asked this of Rhysand. Azriel had dreamed of finding his mate. He had begged them to think getting married through, but they impulsively had. And Rhys had sworn her in as High Lady. And now they had a son together. A son who was 60 and would understand exactly what all of this meant.

"I can't ask you to do that, Rhysand."

"You aren't asking me to. I am telling you I'm going to." He forced her to turn in his arms, pulling her tight to his chest and holding her. "Just give me time, snowflake, please." She nodded. The smallest smile broke onto Rhysand's face, not reaching his eyes, as he kissed her roughly.

(1 Month later)

Cassian watched in silence as Nyx packed his things. His high lady was not dumb, but the choice she was making was stupid. And her son was blindly following right behind her. "This isn't necessary," Azriel said softly to their nephew. "Talk to him first."

"What is there to talk about," Nyx turned to Azriel. "How about the fact that he fucked someone besides mom for past 50 years. Or the fact that the first thing he says to mom isn't something caring or loving. It's "I found my mate." Azriel and Cassian shared a look as Nyx threw a few weapons into his bag.

"We've given him a month and now he's in Spring. With his mate. Instead of here with mom and me. Do you know how much I've actually seen my so-called father since he came home?" Nyx looked at Azriel, a raven brow raised. They all knew the answer to that question.

Rhys had not made time for his son, nor his wife. When his own dreams weren't turning every waking moment of his reality into a nightmare, Feyre's were destroying him slowly from the inside. The moments Rhys spent with Aelia were spent loudly arguing. They were spent with the couple in tears as their relationship finally had to face 50 years of strain and hardship.

Nyx threw the shirt he was holding into his suitcase. His anger and sadness were radiating from him. "We're leaving. It's what's best for mom, for me, and probably for Rhysand." They knew better than to argue with the young male. The love Nyx had for his mother had always, and would always trump everything. Including his loyalty to his court, to the warbands, to his uncles.

"You are the heir to the Night Court," Azriel said slowly. "He isn't going to let either of you go without a fight."

Nyx shook his head. "I don't give a fuck what I am to him. Carthanian, heir, illyrian soldier. I am my mother's son first." Aelia came back down the stairs with the bag she had been packing. She had been crying, but she forced a smile for her son. She had been forcing a strong outward appearance for the court and Inner Circle for the past month. She held her hand out to Nyx as he picked up his bag.

"Are you sure, Nyxie?" They knew she gave him the choice. She had told Nyx he was welcome to stay. That she wouldn't hold it against him, but her son had picked her. He nodded to her, grabbing her hand in his and walking with her. Azriel knew where they were going, and Aelia knew her brother in law would know. She also knew he would not tell Rhysand until he knew if her heart was safe in his hands again.

Azriel followed them to the door, his hand on her back as he whispered softly in her ear that he would be trailing them until he knew they were safe, that he would be checking in, that he loves them. Azriel watched as they winnowed with one last look shared between him and Aelia.

"He's going to lose his fucking mind," Cassian whispered. Azriel nodded to him slowly. "Does she know he's in Spring rejecting the bond right now?"

"No. All Mor told her is that he went to Spring."

Rhysand came home, hours later, to an empty house. The faelights were dim and the scent of his wife and son was fading as if they had not been here recently.

"Aelia! Nyx!" He walked around the Riverhouse. Checking every room for them. Each door opened felt like a nail pounding into a coffin as he found empty room after empty room. He stopped as soon as he hit his wife's office. Hands shaking and silently praying to anyone who'd listen she would be inside. He opened the door and felt hope leave him.

An envelope with his name sat neatly on her desk, and Azriel and Cassian were in the room. The two refused to look at him as Azriel handed Rhysand the letter.

Rhysand,

By time you're reading this, Nyx and I will have left. Mor let me know that you were going to Spring. That you were planning to see your mate. I do not want to stand in the way of your happiness.

I know we always promised each other joy and peace. We just had hoped it would never come to us not being the source of those things for each other. You have brought me more joy and happiness in the past 300 years than I deserved to know, Rhysand. It is only fair I give you the same chance to find that.

Please know I gave Nyx the choice to stay. I let him know I love him either way, that you love him either way. Ultimately, we would both want him to be where he felt happiest. He made the choice to come with me. He said he may come back at some point, but his anger at this situation is… strong at the moment. I'll continue to try to talk to him and try to get him to come at least to the Moonstone Palace once a week to meet with you. Please try to understand things from his side. He's young. He's impulsive. He's hurting. This isn't what he had in mind, nor what he ever pictured, all those years he'd dream and talk about "when daddy came home." He loves you, Rhys. He's just lost right now. We all are.

I love you, Rhysand. I hope you find the bliss you need and deserve.

Forever yours,

Aelia

Rhysand read the note over and over. "Where did she go," he growled. "Why did Mor not tell her why I was in Spring."

"We don't know," Cassian said. "We haven't seen Mor since she told Aelia."

"Where is she, Azriel?" The shadowsinger looked at his brother, taking a sip of the whiskey he had poured himself. "Az, where are my wife and son?"

Azriel shook his head. "They need time, Rhys. You also need time. You need to heal. To regain a grip on yourself and your surroundings. You rejected your mate, Rhys. For her and Nyx's safety, I need to keep you away from her."

Rhys felt his hands shaking, tears beginning to fall. He felt his world crashing down around him. "I didn't even have to reject the bond. I spoke with Feyre about it and she did it. She flat out asked me why I'd be dumb enough to believe she'd leave the male she gave her life for just because of the Cauldron." Rhys chuckled bitterly. "And now my wife and son are gone." They watched as Rhysand sat down in a chair, staring out the window.

Azriel knew this was a guilt trip. He nodded, playing with Aelia's favorite pen. "I will not tell you where they are. You will not guilt me into it, and if you command me to, Rhysand, I will never forgive you." Azriel stood and walked to the window. "I promise you she is safe. I have a shadow trailing both of them."

Rhysand scoffed lightly, refusing to look his way. "It is good to know where your loyalty truly lies, Azriel. Get out, both of you. I want to be alone."

Cassian looked at Az, then Rhys. Azriel was taking the insult. He did not argue. He did not bite back. He was refusing to give Rhysand the fight the male clearly thought he needed. "Rhys, she-"

"Get. Out." The faelights flickered with Rhysand's anger, tendrils of darkness and mist flaring around him. "I'll find her myself. Since my spymaster is incapable of giving me the High Lady's location." Another insult Rhysand knew deep down his brother did not deserve.

He waited until the door shut, until two sets of footsteps and muffled voices faded. Once Rhys knew he was truly alone, he felt the first broken sob fully tear through his throat. He allowed himself this moment to fall apart, to break into one thousand tiny pieces as his heart fell from his chest. He allowed his breathing to become uneven, rushed. He allowed that feeling of nothing, yet everything all at once to hit him. That feeling of never being enough, of being too much.

Cassian found him the next morning asleep on the floor to Aelia's office. "Rhys," he gently touched his shoulder. "Rhys, I have a letter from Nyx. It's for you. I need you to get up." Cassian needed to know the contents of the letter as much as Rhysand would. He shook his brother again, slightly smiling as he stirred.

"Go away, Cassian." Rhysand's voice was like gravel, his eyes still slightly red and swollen. "Why the fuck are you here?"

Cassian held the letter up. "I need you to open this so we both maybe get answers. He won't tell me anything either, Rhys. He says once he knows she's safe from your emotional spiral, he will go get them. So, get yourself up and get your shit together."

Rhysand stared at the letter. At the gently practiced scroll of his son's handwriting. He took the envelope immediately, standing to walk to Aelia's desk, and taking out her letter opener. He read the letter once, then a second time to be sure, and third just in case before handing it to Cassian.

The general read it slowly, processing each delicate curve of his nephew's lettering. "So, they're in Winter?" Rhysand nodded, his jaw tight. "Doesn't Kal believe you-"

"Yes." Cassian paused, knowing why she would have picked there, and knowing Aelia had longed to go home for a while now. "I'm banned from his court as of yesterday morning."

Cassian whispered softly in response. "Nyx is asking you not to come anyways, Rhys. He's asking you to give him and Lia space and time."

Rhysand nodded. "I can read, Cassian. Thank you."

"Then let her go." The high lord shot him a look of shock. Of betrayal. "Let her go and let her come back on her own terms, Rhys. Show her you love her by respecting her wishes. We both know she is going to come back. Remind me of how deeply she told you she loved you?"

"Deeper than the ocean of Summer, stronger than the vines of Spring, with more passion than an Autumn fire."

"And with the purity of a fresh Winter snow." Cassian finished softly. "She'll come home, Rhys."

Rhysand broke down again, and Cassian rushed to him, pulling his brother into a tight hug. "That's so much easier said than done."

"I know."

"I love her." Rhysand sobbed heavily. "Cassian, I love her. I never once thought about leaving her when the bond snapped. She carried my son. She risked her life to give me a baby. She risked her life so I could live my dream of being a father and now its all falling to shit, Cassian."

"I know."

Rhysand openly cried now. Hand forming fists in the back of Cassian's shirt. "I just want them. I love him. I love her." He repeated again.

"I know, Rhys. I know."

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhys fic #readychilledwine's heresto100 celebration

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riptide-pools · 1 month ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐞

The whirlwind of a blizzard passed through the meadows like the seasons, stood upon the cliffside mountain a figure with a stoic demeanor. His expression painted with coldness, akin to that the same winter cold. After all, he's the element of it all.

His piercing gaze watched as the mortals descend to their homes, lanterns in hand. The moon up above the sky, gleaming the world of its beauty and grace. A small smile adorned his lips as he greeted the Luna with his own gem shining in its glory, blessing the sky of its borealis.

Silent flutters of wings brought him out of a trance, his cerulean gaze sharpening as his companion shifted from her beast form to a human-like creature.

"Are the nature's creatures safe? The winter foxes? Bears in hibernation? Bucks and Does with their fawns?" He demanded an answer. Condemning the humans for their barbaric ways to hunt such creatures, as a guardian he worried over the well-being of his charges. Especially ones under him.

"They are secluded as you commander, My Liege." Eva answered with a curt bow. Then, she lifted her head, "It is also time for your nightly ritual."

A sense of relief washed over the Winter Guardian's form. His tense muscles easing and a haze of gentleness painted his features. A gust of wind broke past his figure, making him glance at the bright ball of stone.

"Your Radiance, I'll be there shortly." With a pull of his cape, he trekked over his path.

Eva watched with a neutral expression, following her charge's figure shrink into the distance as he returned to his winter realm and prepare for his ritual to pray to the Moon Deity.

She reminisced the time when he was a mortal. She was a mere owl. An animal with no thoughts. Before she had witnessed the rebirth of her Master. The weak human among the Sun Guardian's Temple.

A boy. Adolescent age. He was found as a baby to the Sun Guardian's Temples footsteps. Outworldly appearance like no other, with hair dark as the moon and eyes as deep as the sea and skin pale as the moon. They say he's blessed by the moon itself. He had grown to be gentle, curious and compassionate man.

Due to his effeminate appearance, [REDACTED] was accepted among the acolytes of Aelia's temple. Yet as time passed as he grown, the members of the temple had targeted him, always picked him on. Compiling his rituals and offerings to "test" his devotion.

Eva winced at the memory of mistreatment. The foul words addressed his way. Mocking and harsh, the poor boy had been tormented to the point of madness. To which he fled to the Moon's Temple.

Thankfully, he was accepted. Mostly out of pity by the ladies serving under the moon. Grateful to have been accepted in the temple, he had devoted himself to serving the moon.

Then, his sickness began. Out of the blue, without much warning... His body had grown weaker, thinner and colder like it's almost winter. Even with how much the ladies of the Moon Temple had attempted to find medicine and cure him, [REDACTED] succumbed to his end.

Distraught and devastated at the loss, the ladies prayed to their moon to give [REDACTED] a better life...

Thus, as the full moon gleamed the sky and its light shine upon his window. As his body reformed, with new appearance and identity, Cryo is reborn.

Eva strutted after her Master, following just close behind as he prepared for his tribute. Moonflowers, Moonstones, and even a crystal respectively synthetic to represent the Moon. He carefully rearranged it with precise coordination.

Cryo stood in the center, his hands put together in a silent prayer. His elemental crystal shine under the shadows as it cascaded within the walls. The only illumination coming from up above as the moon shines its rays to his ritual.

"Your Radiance... May your reign flourish forevermore..." Cryo whispered longingly, glancing up as he saw the large glowing rock greet him.

It's no question who is the Winter Guardian loyalty lies.

Despite his upbringing, his fate at the hands of the Sun Temple, he had found solace as the Moon's Acolyte.

Inspired from: This post by @cjstararts A small snippet of Cryo's backstory. Just got inspired out of nowhere and dabbled in my writing style.

#story prompt #UA: OC #oc lore

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riveriafalll · 6 months ago

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Writeblr introduction I guess?

Guess what bitches (affectionate) I’ve been here for like six months and I’m finally making a writeblr introduction. I have just vibed within the community for all this time, and I reckon it’s time to actually confirm my existence as an actual writer.

A bit about me: you can call me River, I mainly write fanfiction for quite a few fandoms, I’m a full time student, I use all pronouns (agender bitches for the win) and autistic currently seeking diagnosis.(in this economy? I know, right?)

I’m open for all tag games and asks (please include me, I promise I won’t procrastinate on the tag game until it’s three weeks later and it’s too awkward to post it then)

Here is my master list of wips, categorised by fandom. The majority of these are not being regularly written in, but they all will one day find a home on the archive I promise.

I will link them up to their respective WIP introduction pages as they happen, if you want to hear about one sooner, let me know <3

Harry Potter

No Time to Die: Drarry au where I kill off Draco in the first scene, have many clever plot-fixes and throw in as much LGBTQ rep as I can

Aelia Lovegood - Luna Lovegood has a pyromaniacal twin who is trying to fix racism by punching Nazi children in the face. It’s mostly working

Oh dear it’s a time loop fic - Draco and Hermione are trapped in a time loop, what will they do? (Troll everyone for basically eternity, and try not to go mad)

The fic where Harry is a sociopath, and goes full homicidal mode on Voldemort along with a scary Hermione and a power-hungry Ron - eh the title explains it well enough

when stars collide (a black hole forms) - a person from our world falls into the HP universe, and immediately tries to mother hen her family out of being evil. Callidora is the twin sister of Bellatrix, and spends the next thirty or so years attempting to fix everyone through the power of love. It works most of the time.

Harry Potter and the job he should have gotten - thirteen years after the end of the War, Minerva McGonagall has a staffing crisis and breaks into people’s homes until they agree to teach. Harry/Theo Knott, Hermione/Pansy and Draco girlbossing it by himself while figuring out how to be a single father.

Marvel

Of Godparents and Aunt-sassins - Jokingly, a couple name the godparent of their new child as Loki. No one expects him to except. Ava is a menace, Loki is a gender fluid icon, a wonderful brother and a terrible influence, Natasha is the vodka aunt, Clint is the fun uncle, Cooper Barton is the responsible one, Peter is a tiny adorable baby who gets adopted, and the Avengers live the 2012 Tower life

SHIELD: An Unofficial Guide - based off the SHIELD survival tips blog here on tumblr, written up in a guide-book form, complete with neatly organised chapters and unique anecdotes

A Glitch in the System - Glitch, a winter-widow and the last remanent of HYDRA, is sent to assassinate the Avengers. When she fails, she runs away and meets a certain spider-child on a rooftop. Featuring a teenage Loki, an amnesiac Pietro and a certain blonde widow, who’ve all moved into May Parker’s apartment, and a lot of miscommunication between just about everyone

Loki doki timey wimey - set during Thor:Ragnorok, Tony and co notice that Loki has reappeared on Midgard, and promptly break into Doctor Stranges house to question him. Dr S promptly gets very annoyed by Tony and Lokis inability to get on, and sends them away to the magical equivalent of a get along shirt, which goes wrong and leaves Tony and Loki stranded in a time loop. They’re under the impression that the loop will break when they learn to get along, Dr Strange is doing nothing to disillusion them of that.

(This is the image that my beta once_and_future_fandoms made when I ranted about it to them)

Another life - something I started before the Loki show came out (take that Marvel), starts at the beginning of Infinity War, when a female Loki dies at the hands of Thanos, meets the personification of the universe, merges with the Tesseract, leaving her with a shapeshifting familiar and teleporting powers. She then travels briefly through the multiverse and lands in the OG Marvel universe, with a Tom Hiddleston themed Loki and attempts to fix stuff through the power of having a giant snake and knives.

Bucky and the time he lived in the woods with his murder daughters - Bucky escapes from HYDRA in the 90s with Natasha and Yelena. They live in the mountains of Romania together, learning how to be actual real life people and incidentally becoming cryptida along the way. Natasha and Yelena join SHIELD in their early twenties, and continue happily along their way in the canon plot, until their father James comes to visit the Avengers Tower after the Battle of New York, and bumps into a familiar blonde…

Supernatural

Woahhhh it’s Emmy - Emmy, (long for MJ, short for Mary Junior), is the standard extra Winchester OC, twin sister of Sam, who is almost as bad at talking through her problems as Dean is. While Sam went to Smamford, and Dean ran around with John, Emmy started a weapons dealing company for hunters, travelling around under the guise of an occult shop. She reluctantly joins back up with her brothers in season 1, just to make sure her dumbasses don’t get themselves killed. She solves half of the shows problems with a glock.

Doctor Who

Who the fuck is Sally Sparrow? - Kat Sparrow has grown up knowing that things live in the darkness. The Sparrows are known by all the intelligence agency’s of the world, for their abilities to find and trap those things. Their specialty? Angels. When River Song appears on her doorstep one night, telling her that she has an angel to catch, Kat does the only thing she can, and joins the Doctor, River and Amy in the TARDIS to catch it. Kat thinks it’s fantastic, Amy enjoys having a friend whos roughly her age, and River is cryptic as ever. The Doctor, however, would really like to know how the hell a human girl is capable of subduing the most deadly creature in the universe.

Redo of Sally Sparrow except there’s no Sally Sparrow and a completely different plot line - When River tumbles into the TARDIS at the start of the infamous Maze of the Angels episode, she brings someone else with her - her adopted daughter, Astra. Unknown to 11, Astra is his child from the future, the result of a coupling between 12 and Missy, who was partially raised by both of them and the other half by River. Featuring: Astra is briefly evil and genocidial, Astra gets therapy with 14 and Donna, Astra flirts constantly with half of his companions, River, Missy and 13 all walk into a bar, and the combination of lesbianism causes a rift in time and space, and someone really needs to stop 12 from naming people after his past companions.

The Vampire Diaries

TVDeeznuts - Cassie Gilbert, twin sister of Jeremy, heads off to an out of state boarding school after being compelled by Damon in an attempt to protect the first person to have trusted him unconditionally in the last hundred and fifty years. Yes, he might have been a crow for half of it, but the thought is what counts, right? Unfortunately, being the danger magnet she is, Cassie immediately manages to befriend a local artist by the name of Nik Mikaelson. Three kidnappings later, Cassie is the first honorary Mikaelson since Marcel. Let’s just hope it doesn’t go quite as bad as his did.

Shadow hunters

Making my OCs be adopted by a bunch of vampires has nothing to do with my parental issues I promise - Autumn, a rather shy twelve year old, is Turned into a vampire rather unexpectedly by a less than stable Maureen who wants to be best friends forever. She immediately attaches herself to Raphael, who is horrified, but ultimately decides that he can use the situation to gaslight Magnus into believing that she’s always been around. Autumn has no objections, Lily thinks it hilarious, and Elliot is just happy to have a little sister.

Shadow hunting my multiple mental illnesses - Astoria Fray is perfectly normal. She does her homework, eats far too many chips, and goes out to parties with her best friends Lily, Elliot and Raphael. And then her mom gets kidnapped, her sister goes missing, her uncle won’t talk to her, and a very sparkly man tells her that he’s a friend of her mothers and that she can stay at his place. And as if that wasn’t enough, turns out that she’s not human, her dad is shadow hunter Hitler, and vampires, werewolf’s and warlocks are real.

At least Lily and Raphael are still normal. Right?

we'll never get free (lamb to the slaughter) - Magnus Bane is forced to baby-sit a precocious, morally-grey Warlock child. It goes about as well as you'd imagine.

Fourth Wing

Fourth wing more like fortieth wip - Elyrion Melgren (currently going under the name Elyrion Foxe) lived in Tyrrendor for the first fourteen years of her life, while her father led the armies of Navarre, spending her days exploring the city with her best friend Xaden. Six years later, she hasn’t seen Xaden since the apostasy, and has been forbidden by her father to go into the Riders, as he doesn’t want her to interact with the Marked Ones. Elyrion promptly ignores his orders, crosses Parapet, and joins the revolution.

Throne of Glass

Cadre Coparenting - what could go wrong? -Two years after Aelin Galathynius was born, her sister, Aurelia arrived. Born with powers of darkness and death, Evalin and Rhoe have no choice but to send her to the only person with experience in controlling powers like hers - her Aunt, Maeve. Maeve promptly passes the child off to her loyal bloodsworn until she’s old enough to be useful to her. Between the six of them, the Cadre just about manage to raise a singular child, despite Aurelia's best attempts to be difficult. It’s entirely her fault that half of Doranelle now believes that Lorcan and Rowan are divorced, and co-parenting their daughter together with Gavriel and Vaughan, their new partners, and Fenrys and Connall, her brothers.

Twilight

Twi-mental breakdown-light - Twilight if Bella had a precocious ten year old sister, and Edward and Bella raise her in aroace solidarity. Esme is delighted that she finally gets a grandchild, and Emmett is not responsible enough to baby sit.

#writeblr intro #writeblr #writerscommunity #writing #my wips #fanfic #current wip #writing community #ao3 #writers on tumblr #the vampire diaries #marvel #Harry Potter #throne of glass #the shadowhuter chronicles #twilight #doctor who #supernatural #fourth wing

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leviosatothestars · 3 months ago

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𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝙾𝙲𝚜:

𝘼𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬: Aelia, Aels, Quiet Knight

𝐄𝐫𝐚: Golden Trio (same year as Fred & George)

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞: Slytherin

If you were to ask the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry student body who Aelia Knight the Second is, you’d receive mixed responses stemming from her being the most fearsome Slytherin, to her being a secret softie, and going as far to say she did not belong in the same house that Salazar Slytherin founded. Her professors, on the other hand, would tell you that Aelia is easily the most naturally gifted witch of her year- and could give even Hermione a run for her money.

Regardless of her own peers’ thoughts concerning herself and her sorting ceremony, Aelia did not stray away from the core values of the Slytherin house. Her friends and family meant everything to the ‘Quiet Knight’ and she would do absolutely anything to ensure their happiness, safety, and wellbeing. In truth, Aelia would admit she tended to be passive aggressive, ruthless at times, and down right annoyed with the stupidity of the student body at her school.

Aelia grew up surrounded by other Pureblood families, including the Weasley’s, which enriched her childhood with great character development. By the time Aelia was fourteen, Fred and George often joked that she was practically a mother raising four children already, and if you were to ask her who her favorite kin of the Weasley bunch was? She’d answer with either Charlie or Percy every time.

Aelia didn’t care much for friends, aside from the ones she grew up with, and being sorted into Slytherin didn’t make that feeling go away. Most of her housemates refused to believe she was sorted correctly, especially due to her loyalty to blood traitors, even if she showed how resourceful and cunning she was. As the years flew by and rumors swirled regarding her family, some still refused to believe she was sorted into the right house. The only ally she made in Slytherin was Adrian Pucey, who coincidentally was also the only Slytherin Quidditch team member who refused to cheat during the games.

Ironically, Aelia couldn’t stand the sport almost all of her friends were fascinated with. She’d much rather spend her time being educated and being a prefect and later on headgirl- much to the dismay of two Weasley’s in her year.

A/N: Entering the chat is the grunge baddie herself, Aels!! No because Aelia is actually one of my favorite OCs ever, and I know I say that about every single one but I love all of my bbies (even though I put them all through hell 😅). She is straight up the definition of ‘I hate everyone, but you’ and I take no criticism. I think once I finally get to posting my fanfic (and post the Golden Trio Era part of it), Aelia might become everyone’s favorite of my OCs. I also don’t think anyone is expecting who she gets with tbh which just makes me cackle maniacally because it’s literally one of my favorite ships (up there w Wolfstar and Deamus to say the least). Anyways, I’m sorry I haven’t actually posted anything related to my OCs or headcanons all summer. Ik I don’t have a following yet, but I still feel obligated to apologize. The summer and winter months are so chaotic and busy for me because of work, my family, my friends, and my health that I literally do not have energy for anything besides reading and video games. I might make a real ‘about me’ post because I have a feeling I’m going to be posting about more than just the Wizarding World and I have many different fandoms I interact with (WWE and the Sturniolo Triplets are the other big two). I hope everyone has a good day, please drink lots of water!!

#thestarsaretalking #Slytherin #golden trio era #fred and george #Fred Weasley #George Weasley #Tonks #theodore nott #lorenzo berkshire #oliver wood #Harry Potter oc #Adrian Pucey #Percy Weasley #charlie weasley

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starryjuicebox · 10 months ago

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OC meme

tagged by @korcariiwitch

name: Stella Lunaris

pronouns: she/her

star sign: Scorpio

height: 5’4”

orientation: pansexual

race: Vampire Spawn, formerly Eladrin Elf (Winter)

Class: Druid (Circle of Stars)

romancing: Astarion (Ascendant)

fave fruit: blueberries

fave season: winter, preferably indoors and cooped up next to a hearth.

fave flower: Glory-of-the-snow

fave scent: rose-scented stuff, but she enjoys most types of floral scents a LOT.

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea, but mostly because that’s been what she’s used to as a princess.

average sleep hours: Standard 4 hour trance

dogs or cats: Both, though she probably leans towards dogs a bit more.

dream trip: Stella honestly is a firm “my home is where my heart is”, so as long as she’s with the ones she loves, she is content. That being said, she’s always wondered what the City of Splendors would be like…maybe Astarion would be willing to take her to Waterdeep sometime?

amount of blankets: Just one, she doesn’t like to feel smothered.

random fact(s):

While she can change seasons, she spends most of her life as a Winter Eladrin Elf

Her favorite wild shape is a bluejay

Her favorite food is cheesy pasta, her favorite dessert is blueberry pie

She has a twin sister, Aelia

She's the Tav of one of my fics, Beloved

She is a princess of a kingdom called Silevren

I tag @kaeoticneutral and @lipstickghoulie !!

#tag meme #my ocs

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pumpkinpatchgarden · 9 months ago

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A collection of sketches from the last two months, trying to get more comfortable in drawings again and find out more about my characters. With some of them due certain circumstances I'll have to re-work the story and put them in different places, but still. The sketches include: Lyric (from wich I drew the wrong covered eye in most of the sketches...) from the Inverted AU preparing for her wand ceremony with her parents, queen Skywynne Butterfly and Sir Gavin Gem-Robin Twyla, Ophelia and Lyric pondering about their insecurities ideas of the trio's favorite foods, but that may change la creatura(tm) edition, uncolored Twyla and Chloe, a canon character elevated to second protagonist of the Meteora AU, her only change being that she's two years older (16) and now has a more ethnic hairstyle ideas for winter clothes, including my starco kid Sky Lyric from the Inverted AU meeting the Lyric from my canon/normal past queens line Duskwynne, Skywynne's sister both in the canon AU (where she dies) and the Inverted AU (where she's still alive) a lineup of characters that I was going to use, but now have to find other stories to put them in, in order they are: Phoenix (he/him), Aelia (she/her), Bellatrix (she/her), Cassandra (any pronouns), Ganymede (she/her) and Vanessa (she/her), also all the wands were designed by aannddrreeww08 sketches of Cassandra as a kid and one of Bellatrix's recurrent nightmares Vanessa (blonde in a ponytail) was designed by me! Duskwynne (smoking woman), Ophelia (albino with inverted spades), Twyla (ginger with one eye covered) and Sky (book cheekmarks) were designed by @artadorkable Bellatrix (black hair, purple clothes) was designed by @xx-simpfulstar-xx Aelia (giving the middle finger) was designed by @xxsilver-starxx Lyric (pink version) was designed by @neonartistycauseidk the rest were designed by people on deviantart, if I post about them individually I'll put credits or I'll clutter too much of this space

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almightyhamslice · 1 year ago

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Insektober day 21: Reimagine (sorry its late lol)

It's the middle of winter. Staurolite stirs from his hibernation and looks around in the dark, sheet-covered room. No one else is awake. He pushes aside one of the sheets draped over the wall, silently exiting the room to take a walk. It's night time outside, and the ground is blanketed in snow. So this is what it looks like, Staurolite thinks. He glances through the arches separating the inside of the school from the cold outside world, shadows passing over him as he walks down the hallway in hopes to tire himself out. He sees another gem standing in the hall, just as surprised to see him as he is to see her! It's Lepidolite.

"What are you doing out here? Could you not sleep either?" He asks.

Lepidolite seems puzzled for a moment, but answers, "Ah? No."

"Um. Are you okay?" Staurolite asks, glancing down at Lepidolite's worn hands, the powder gradually fading off them.

"Fine! I just... wanted to see the snow. It's beautiful in this moonlight, isn't it?"

"Yeah... how's your outfit doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"It's so shiny it looks like light! Mine's just plain fabric."

"Don't be so harsh. Your gown's prettier than mine, and mine only shines sometimes!"

"Oh. Um. Thank you," Staurolite stammers, flattered.

"You should head back to sleep, I think."

"... When will I see you again?"

Lepidolite seems taken aback by the question. "Hey, don't worry about that okay? I have my job and you have yours. For now our meeting is a secret; the other gems can't know we were awake during hibernation! That's why I think you should go back now."

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine, I just want to watch the stars a moment longer."

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Lepidolite is Aelia and Staurolite is Max! Lepidolite resides on the Moon with Fire Opal and his Lunarian friends, while Staurolite is an Earth gem that doesn't quite know where he belongs.

Today's drawing is surprisingly not a screenshot redraw, just a fake screenshot! I experimented with some texture brushes and glowy effects for this one, and also primarily drew it on streams. It's fun! I think I draw faster when ppl are watching me ngl. Though, it did take me a stupidly long amount of time to figure out the star brush I was supposed to use was literally "Spray" on CSP. Aka one of the default brushes that r RIGHT THERE in the airbrush category lmao.

#art #digital art #digital drawing #digital painting #fake screencap #fake screenshot #insektors #insektober #gems #land of the lustrous #houseki no kuni #hnk #insektors AU #Aelia #Alex #Prince Acylius #Prince Max #Lepidolite #Staurolite

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 2 years ago

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Writing Masterlist

Monthly Prompt Lists

Winter 2020

Febuwhump 2021

The Merry Whump of May 2022

Summer of Whump 2022

January Vocabulary 2023

Whumpuary 2023

TV Shows

The Good Place

Brooklyn 99/Good Place Crossover

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen

You Tell Aemond You’re Pregnant

The Haunting of Hill House

Luke

Spending the Day with Luke

Nellie

Going on Vacation

Umbrella Academy

Series

i turn to paths that lead home

Summary: Luther held Vanya a little tighter, refusing to let her go. It changed the game and made all the difference

i ii iii iv v vi vii viii ix

#i turn to paths that lead home

Connected One Shots

A Season 2 Fix-it Universe

give your heart and soul to charity

post season 2 au: five finally gets the hugs he deserves but does not want (but he really actually does)

birds flying by, sun in the sky

summary: post season 2 au where 12 people came from the ‘60s to the world that 7 of them had left.

I’d never want once from the cherry tree

summary: post season 2 au - its finally a nice day in the city and the entire family has a BBQ

creepy, kooky, mysteries, & spooky

summary: post season 2 au: its halloween time and the hargreeves let Klaus choose the costumes. it went about how you expect.

6 for 6

summary: 6 hugs for Ben cause he deserves them

Claire Hargreeves’ Summer

Tea Party

Summary: Five has a plan. It does not survive contact with his niece.

Cooking with Klaus

summary: Claire has a nightmare and Uncle Klaus comes to the rescue.

Rainy Day Forts

summary: Claire has fun with the Hargreeves and they build a Blanket Fort on a Rainy day.

Bedtime Stories

Nighttime Nightmares

Summary: Number Seven gets a nightmare. Number Six helps her go to sleep again.

Sleep Without Fear

Summary: Number Four, Number Six, and Number Seven sleep together. The nightmares go away.

Not Connected One Shots

he had to do this

summary: klaus wakes up alone in the barn, surrounded by his siblings.

idioms

Summary: Diego misspeaks and his siblings are assholes.

every dog should have a boy

Summary: Five? Meet Mr. Pennycrumb

Drabbles

Ben

Getting Engaged to Ben

Luther

Going to all of Luther’s Fights

Movies

How To Train Your Dragon

Ruffnut

Being Worried about Ruffnut

IT and IT: Chapter 2

Bill Denbrough

Running into Him Outside the Jade Dragon

John Wick

John

Spending the Day at the Park

Marvel

Wanda

Talking to Wanda inside the Hex

Rise of The Guardians

Jack

Ice Skating

Starting a Snowball Fight

Star Wars

Obi-Wan

Making Him a Flower Crown

Original Characters

Charlie Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

i couldn’t utter it, i couldn’t whisper it (my love for you was silent)

Summary: In one world, the young teenager hid when she abruptly found herself pregnant and she gave birth in secret, left the baby on a random doorstep, and never looked back. Unfortunately, this isn’t that world. In this world, Reginald Hargreeves finds her and takes her baby. It doesn’t end well.

i ii iii

#i couldn’t utter it

a bed of roses and the river at dawn

AU of a Number Eight AU.

#a bed of roses and the river at dawn

Aelia (Eternals)

Drabbles

M’darlin - Breakdown after the final battle

Post Battle - the immediate aftermath

Reading - a calm day of the past, reading

Piano Lessons - teaching Jack how to play

#the sun the moon and all the stars

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decadentrot · 2 years ago

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Summertime Record Aftermath ch2 pt 1

Prequel Animatic, Index

Current Chapter: Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5

UPDATES BIWEEKLY (so next time 13th)

OKAY BACK FROM BREAK !! and i finally introduced the kids after like 35 pages.... (no lie this was suppose to be done on part 2 or 3 in chapter 1 but ive lost the plot at this point. Now my outline is just a soo loose but ive delayed this enough so imma just wing the story at this point ,,ԾㅂԾ,,) Anyways the the kids: Aeila, Finn, and Ludwig! Absolute problem children, Damian and Anya's lil natural disasters <3

Spoilers: God did not have mercy

#spy x family #sxf #spy x family fanart #summertime records au #anya forger #damian desmond #Finn Fischer #Ludwig Sommer #Aelia Winters

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seeingvivianne · 2 years ago

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[ 🥛🍪 ] to catch my muse eating / drinking the goodies left for “santa”

@aeliamaia

While some of the kids in the coven still believed in Santa, the little Oracle had long since learned that it had been a fable made up about a particularly kind-hearted and generous Winter fey very long ago. So Vivianne had taken it upon herself to get up from bed on Christmas Eve to go down to the common room where most of them had left cookies and milk for "Santa" before they went to bed. Giggling, the young witch rushed her small feet over and immediately took one of the cookies on the plate, eager to snack on something in the dark and quiet.

They were so young and it seemed to Vivianne like the world was their's for the taking. The Maia family was faithful and close to Father, so Vivianne had known Aelia for as long as she could remember. But she hadn't expected to turn around to see the other young girl standing there at the threshold of the door, looking at her with shock. Vivianne was wide eyed and guilty, even as she hid the cookie behind her back. "P-please don't tell my dad... Or the other kids... Please, Aelia..."

#// not a starter but I needed a cute flashback before they hate each other #// sue me :''''''#answer ✧ (every angel is terrifying.)#with aelia

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carpenoctemnyx · 7 months ago

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“Gramma! Grampa! Look!” The young child shouted in excitment, pointing towards the small temple made of rough stones and straw. “Is that the temple we’re looking for?”

The elderly couple smiled at their excited granddaughter, who shares their love of history, “Yes, it is!” The grandmother beamed in equal excitement.

“Nestled between two strong trees on the boarder between the forest and the fields, just like that farmer said!” The girl bounced in excitement, her basket full of items swinging in her arms.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go pay a visit!” The grandfather grinned, holding out his hand.

The girl took his hand and dragged her grandfather to the small temple, her grandmother close behind.

“What’s the story of this one again, Gramma?” The girl asked as they squeezed in the tight space, laying out the offerings from her basket.

“A distant ancestor of yours built this shrine with his own two hands, for his Beloved God. The God was not a major one, only a minor one. It’s been said by generations past that the Beloved God was the God of Every Humble Beauty in the World.”

“What’s that mean?”

The grandfather chimed in, “It means all of the little things in this world that make life beautiful. Like fallen leaves, the crisp frost before the first snowfall, the laughter of a baby, or the sunlight between the leaves.”

The grandmother smiled lovingly at her husband, “Or like the curling steam from a fresh mug of coffee while watching the sunrise, the cloud of your breath during winter, the warmth of a hug from a friend, or waves of the grass and trees during a breeze.”

The grandfather returned the smile, “But most of all the Beloved God was the God of Arepo.”

“But grampa isnt, Arepo also a minor god? How is that possible?” The girl huffed in confusion.

“Yes dear, you are right, but he is the God of unbreakable bonds, unconditional love and everlasting freindships. He was a mortal just like us, but he never gave up on his Beloved God, even when the God asked it of him. That bond is what let him ascend.” The grandmother explained.

“Well put my love,” the grandfather kissed his wife’s cheek, “we are here to honor the God Arepo and his Beloved God. Not just because they are Gods, but because you and I are descended from Arepo.”

“My descendants?” A voice croaked out and the three gasped. Arepo continued, “My apologies for startling you, but I am not sure how you can be my descendants. My children were lost to me. A few during Famine and the rest during War.”

The grandfather smiled looking around the shine, “My several greats grandfather was named Aulus, youngest son of Arepo the Sower.”

“Aulus? He was naught but a babe when War struck, please tell me how you are his descendant.”

“The child was found by a young soldier along with his eldest sister Aelia. They had escaped into the forest during the chaos. The young soldier abandoned his orders, as he was not one for War. He saved Aelia and Aulus, and they married months later. They raised Aulus as their own.”

“My Aelia was the only one to survive famine and she went on to survive War! She was strong and smart just like her mother. I am so thankful you have come to visit and shared your history with me. I never knew what happened…” Arepo trailed off.

“Of course you did not know, my dear Arepo.” Another quieter voice spoke, “You passed in my arms and it was a very long time until you were properly buried.”

“Grampa Arepo?” The young girl spoke up.

“Yes dear one?”

“I’m sorry it took so long for you to find out, and that it took so long for family to visit here. Grampa said the family wasn't sure this temple still stood.”

The grandfather spoke up, “Yes for generations no one knew and no one had the time or funds to try to find out.”

“It’s alright little one, I know how it is when times are tough. How did you three come to be here today?”

The grandfather continued, “My lovely wife is a scholar, history of the gods is her forte. She recently located some records of various shrines from her mother after her recent passing.”

The grandmother nodded, a sad smile on her face at the mention of her mother, and explained, “My many greats grandmother visited many shrines and kept meticulous records. She visited this one once, before you Arepo, ascended.”

The Beloved God spoke up, “Not many have visited, and not many have spoken with me between Arepo’s last breath and his ascendancy. Who, pray tell, was your ancestor?”

The grandmother beamed, “A woman from a distant land. She was called Sora, and I believe she assisted you in the burial for Arepo.”

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

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readychilledwine · 1 year ago

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Broken

Part two- Nyx and Aelia have spent the past 4 months in the Winter Court, and ever the clever son, Nyx has noticed the decline in his mother's health despite the shields and masks she wears, leading him to call in for help.

Warnings - alcohol use, indications to poor mental health and an illusion to a panic attack, the mention of child death (we all knew that'd come up between Rhys and a winter court OC), mentioned SA

Part One Part Three

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Nyx hated The Winter Court.

He hated the constant politics.

He hated the constant cold calculated looks his uncle gave him when he'd walk into a room. As if he was studying him, evaluating him, deciding what to do with him.

He hated how loud his aunt was, especially when Mor was around.

Nyx missed home. He allowed the shadow Azriel had following him to weave between his fingers before it moved to caress his cheek. It had been four months. He knew he had come willingly, made this choice willingly, but he missed his family, he missed the smell of the Sindra, he missed training with Cassian and Azriel.

To his biggest surprise, though, he missed his dad. He missed going into his dad's office, curling up on the couch as Rhysand worked, only to wake up to his head in his lap as his father drank whiskey with his uncles and they spoke quietly. He missed the feeling of his dad's constant presence in his mind, tugging when he'd start doing something he shouldn't be. He missed his voice as they would go over lessons for the 100th time to ensure Nyx was ready to take over his court.

He knew his mom missed his dad, too. He had been watching her bury herself into the Winter Court, helping his Uncle with his high lord duties. She hardly ate, slept, relaxed. She smiled constantly for the fae of the court at the countless dinners and parties being thrown, but it never reached her eyes.

She is stuck in a state of mourning. You will understand some day when you love someone and they hurt you that deeply, Kal had told Nyx gently. Nyx knew his mother loved his father, that she still did. That she would have given anything to any God willing to make a deal with her to switch places with him. He could hear her crying late at night sometimes or whispering his name when he'd sneak into her room to hold her.

They couldn't stay here, not with this gaping wound in desperate need of repair. He moved inside, sitting at the desk, and took a pen into his hand. He wrote on the parchment before using magic to send it. Then he just prayed. He prayed to the Mother that his mom would forgive him for the one sentence message.

Dad, send Uncle Az.

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Rhysand was miserable.

He lifted the heavy glass to his lips, drinking the whiskey he had picked for the night in large gulps instead of soft smooth sips.

He missed his wife and son. His wife ran through his mind day and night. The scent of her soft snow hair. The feeling of her skin under his fingertips. The intoxication of her soft plush lips on his. He missed the song that was Nyx's laughter as he'd watch Cassian or Azriel spar him. He missed catching his son in the kitchens late at night, flirting with the shadow wraith twins. He missed his soft snores as he'd fall asleep in the office.

He realized quickly Feyre would never fill the void Aelia and Nyx had left him with and that they were not compatible. Feyre would have been better matched for Cassian or Lucien. A male whose ambitions weren't based on pressure, politics, and responsibility, but instead on freedom, adventure, and embetterment. A male whose job would have allowed her to travel, help fae in need, and see the world.

He was watching that silently start. The longing stares between her and Cassian. The playful banter and constant flirtation. The way Cassian was healing her through the one thing she had been begging for. Rhys sighed heavily. His brother was clearly falling for his mate, and his mate in turn was falling for Cassian. And the part that had his jaw clenching was how little he cared. He had told Cassian it was fine, to pursue her, to court her. He truly did not care.

Especially when he saw how happy they were. In the month since she'd be rescued, they were constantly together. Her curled into Cass' side, her in his room, him in hers. The two were inseparable.

The soft thud of paper landing near him, pulling him from his thoughts and making him groan and roll his eyes. He used a tendril of darkness to pull the letter to him. The handwriting sobered him immediately. He was calling for Azriel as he read it over and over.

"If I have to carry you to your room again, Rhys, I swear-"

"Nyx wants you to come to Winter." Azriel rose a singular brow, having just finished writing notes back and forth to Aelia. He read the note from the young heir before sending shadows to check on his high lady. "Azriel, please."

"She just told me she was fine, Rhys. I have the shadows checking in case she was lying. Kallias has her distracting herself with work. Viv is constantly taking her shopping. Her and Nyx are exploring-"

"No." Rhysand interrupted softly. "I can feel something is wrong, Azriel. I have been able to feel it for months now, and you and Cassian have ignored me at every turn. Go. Get. My. Son."

Azriel's jaw twitched and his eyes met Rhysands. "Is that an order, brother?" The blow landed exactly as the spymaster had intended. "What would you like me to say to my High Lady as I kidnap her child?"

Rhys squeezed his eyes shut. "He's asking for you to go the-"

"But not to be brought home," Azriel interrupted. "I will go there on his request and speak with him and Aelia. I will not force them to come home, Rhys."

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Aelia held Nyx's hand as they walked through the Mountain House. She was ignoring the steady ache in her heart by showing her son the magic of this side of his heritage. Kallias was walking ahead of them, happy to lead his nephew down the halls of their past family members and the Court leaders.

Nyx, to his credit, was taking notes, nodding to his uncle on ways Winter did truly have their taxation, barter and trade, and armies set on very successful , profitable, and mutually beneficial systems. He was asking Kal questions that had the high lord beaming with pride, and his mother smiling fondly as she listened.

It was almost enough for her to ignore the growing hole her husband had left. Rhysand haunted her. He was her dreams, her nightmares, her day fantasies. She could hear his voice in her ear, praising her as she did a task as simple as brushing her hair instead of wallowing.

She had even awoken one night from a nightmare, only to be in a dream where he was right there, shushing her gently as she whispered what she had conjured in her own mind to him. She confided in Viv one day she could hear his heartbeat in the dead of night. Viv had chalked it up to her missing him, to her mind playing tricks on her to comfort her. Aelia could have swore she woke up to the soft scent of citrus and sea fading in her room almost every morning, though.

Aelia was brought back to reality as she ran into her brother's back. Kal had gone silent and stopped walking. The high lord's shoulders grew stiff as he sniffed the air. "Did you call for Azriel?" Aelia shook her head before turning to Nyx.

Guilt was etched into his perfect face. Blue siphoned hands turned the heir, wrapping him in a tight hug as Aelia backed away to be closer to her brother. "Are you okay?" Azriel's voice was muffled by his nephew's hair. Nyx nodded quickly, hands fisting Az's armor like he was feeling safety for the first time in years.

Aelia and Azriel held eye contact, blue eyes meeting hazel. He knew she was upset by the flick of emotion that ran through the icy coloring. She wasn't allowing the sense of betrayal to set in yet. She wasn't allowing herself to hurt at her brother in law's sudden and unasked for appearance.

Kallias broke the silence of the halls. "There are laws, Shadowsinger, regarding outside court visitations. Laws your high lord pushed for. Did you forget them or does the Night Court find itself above those laws we all signed and put in place?" His tone was cold, hiding how bothered he was to have the male that stood in a place of honor next to the High Lord of Night in his home.

"I called for him," Nyx felt small with the frozen expression Kal had finally stopped wearing around him met his skin again. "I missed him." A truth and a lie, mixed together perfectly like Azriel had taught him.

Aelia looked between Kal and Azriel. A look of anger graced her brother's face, and a look of conflict was on Azriel's. "I will deal with it," she offered before attempting to move to the Illyrian. A hand shot out, grabbing her bicep and pulling her back into her older brother's chest.

"Nyx, come here," the tone of his voice was desperate. "Please. I cannot protect you if you go without him. I will explain everything lat-"

"You will fill his head with lies, you mean?" Azriel interrupted, putting Nyx behind him. "It was not him." Azriel held a scarred hand to Aelia. "Sister, come. I just need a few moments of your time."

The grip on her bicep tightened. "Aelia," her brother began softly, "Do you remember me telling you about the children slaughtered under Amarantha's orders?" Azriel growled loudly, shadows beginning to pose around his shoulders like snakes waiting to strike. "Your husband was her executioner."

The hallway became still. Nyx felt himself stop breathing, Aelia stood there in shock. Azriel closed his eyes slowly. The only noises between the four of them was the soft sound of the Lady of Night's breath becoming faster. The sound of it reaching an uneven state as she shook her head at the accusation. Her chest grew painfully tight as thousands of thoughts boomeranged.

Rhys would never, her mind screamed. He'd never. "No," she said. "No. No. No. No. No." She felt Kal lowering her to the ground before the soft pleads became full on screams. Azriel and Nyx were still, watching as she began crying. Begging Kal to tell her that he was lying.

Azriel watched silently, his grip on Nyx never faltering. "Take me home," the heir's voice was devoid of emotion. "Take me home so I can get the truth from him." Shadows surrounded the two of them as guards came and rushed to the siblings sitting on the wooden floor of the home.

The last thing Azriel saw was his high lady, a female he loved more than anything, weakly reaching her hand to him and her son with a look of fear etched into her face.

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Nyx was out of Azriel's arms in seconds, prowling towards Rhysand's office where the spymaster knew he and Cassian were waiting.

The heir didn't knock, he didn't open the doors gently. He slammed them open, splintering the wood as an intense stare down started between him and his father.

"Did you do it?" The look of confusion on Rhysand's face made the heir angrier. "Did you fucking do it?!"

Cassian stood, moving to his nephew and trying to calm him in whispered sentences. "Nyx, he can't give you answers if he doesn't know what he's answering."

Nyx shrugged out of Cassian's grasp. "Did you kill the children in the Winter Court?" Rhysand sighed heavily, sitting back down in his chair and motioning for his son to sit. "I will stand if it's all the same to you, High Lord."

A visible flinch graced Rhysand's normally stone face. "No, I did not harm them. I had no part in that. Please sit down so I can explain my side of things."

Nyx shook his head. "So she had another one of your kind down there?" He said it like it was a slur, like his father had a disease. "Or you just sat there licking her cunt while she used your powers-"

The High lord stood, hand slamming down on the desk as the room grew cold and dark. It was a reminder to Nyx of his father's power, of the command and control Rhysand could quickly take over a room. "I had NO PART in what that bitch did, Nyx. I was trapped in her bed like I was no more than a toy to her, and the only reason I ever entered her bed was to protect you and your mother." His voice broke, anger and frustration turning into heartbreak and grief. "I only ever wanted to protect my family."

Nyx had never witnessed his father crying. His mother? Yes. The soft daughter of Winter cried frequently with her son present. She'd cry in sadness, anger, stress. She'd cry when she was overwhelmed by joy and love. Seeing his father now, tears welling his eyes, hands shaking as he tried to hold in and control his emotions, had Nyx standing in place with his eyes wide. "Everything I did, I did because I love you, Nyx. Because I love your mother. Because I love Cassian, Azriel, Amren, and Mor. I did it because I love this Court, our home."

Rhys looked up, taking a few deep breaths before he continued. "I never would have harmed a child, Nyx. Because if I had, I would have only pictured you. I would have sooner fed myself to whatever beasts Amarantha would have allowed me to than harm a child when you were all I thought about every day down there. The guilt of not being able to stop what happened eats me alive every day. I think about those families every day, and how that could have been you."

Nyx took a tentative step towards his dad. "Dad-"

"If you do not believe me it's fine. But do not sit there and act like I was not as trapped as everyone else was. Do not sit there and ac-"

"Daddy, I believe you." That simple sentence. Those 4 words. That was all it took for Rhys and Nyx to meet the distance between each other, embracing tightly and the father and son cried together. "I believe you." He whispered again. "I want to be home. With you. With momma."

Rhys pulled away nodding before kissing his son's forehead. "I want that too, Nyx. I want you two home more than I can put into words." Rhys wiped tears from his son's face, studying it as if he was looking into a mirror. "We will get there, little star."

"Don't give up on momma, please." The break in Nyx's voice caused a phantom tug to come from a string Rhysand only wished was attached to his heart.

He pulled Nyx back to him, hand finding the back of his son's raven curls. "Never. I will never give up on her, on you, or on us." Nyx felt his eyes flutter shut, breathing in his father's scent deeply. "You two are all I've ever wanted, all I ever dreamed about. I will wait a thousand years if that's what it takes for her to come home to me."

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Aelia woke up in a dark room, the windows open and curtains drawn to allow her to watch the fresh snow falling gently and reflecting the lights below like glitter.

She was completely alone, at least she thought, as she stood and walked to the vanity on unstable legs. She brushed her hair quickly, undoing the braids the healers had not, and removed the soft makeup she had worn to countless meetings that day.

The sparkling blue gown had grown heavy on her frame, and she stood again, walking to grab something more comfortable to sleep in.

She was numb. She felt like she had bathed in the frozen rivers of this Court. Her husband stood accused of slaughtering innocent faelings. Her son had left with the male who'd promised her their safety. She reached behind herself, struggling to get to the laces of her corset before sighing and giving up.

Aelia allowed herself to fall onto the couch in the sitting area, crying softly. It wasn't until familiar hands ran up her arms and fingers danced between her shoulder blades that she bothered looking up from the pillow she was crying into.

"I already shielded the room. No one will come if you scream. We need to talk." He had her trapped, his own body blocking her ability to get up.

She was no match magically or physically for Rhys. She didn't respond as he began to unlace her dress. "I was wondering where that sweater went, darling. I should have known my wife would have stolen it." He chuckled lightly watching as she sighed in relief as he unlaced that last row of strings. "I do not like it when they dress you so tightly you cannot breathe. You would be perfection in a potato sack. I have never understood the obsession with corseting you this tightly."

He moved, allowing her to sit up and put some distance between them."I did not do it, Aelia." He finally said as she stood to remove the dress. Her back was to him, but his eyes still trailed the lean muscles of her body and every inch of her pale skin. "I swear on my life, and Velaris itself, I had no part in that."

Aelia felt her brows go up. "You would put it in a vow to me?" She turned to Rhysand, not hiding a single inch of herself from him. "You would swear to me in the old magic you did not kill those children?"

Rhysand's eyes never left her face, refusing to take the bait she was using. "I would." His tone left no room for argument. It was a sentence that sealed the conversation with finality. "I would allow that bargain to mark you in plain sight if I had to." Another statement that made her eyebrows raise. He had not allowed a single promise or bargain to touch her skin in visible areas before.

"You are so beautiful," he finally said into the silence. "I forgot how stunning you are in the light of this court, my precious snowflake." Her cheeks heated at his words. He moved to her, hands finding her face as he tilted her gaze to him. "I have never found a single female or male I find more ethereal than you, Aelia."

She remembered now why she had fallen for Rhys so quickly. It wasn't the golden words, the strength of his muscles, the beauty of his perfectly carved face.

It was his eyes. That deep blue that leaned to a soft violet in the right lighting. She could lose herself in them, drown in them like the Oceans of Summer. She knew at all times, even if that mask of indifference and cruelty was on, she alone could look into his eyes and find comfort in them, she could find the truth in them.

And right now, he wasn't lying.

Her own hands moved to his chest as silence fell between the two. Her fingers brushed over the expensive fabric of his jacket before grabbing the lapels and crossing a line she had promised herself she wouldn't when they reunited.

Aelia pulled Rhysand down to her, locking his lips with hers and leaning further into his touch. He joined without hesitation, and quickly took control of the kiss. He tilted her head more to give him better access. He groaned at the taste of her as her lips parted enough for his tongue to swipe across hers. The hands on her face moved, one finding her waist, the other tangling into that snow white hair.

It was everything they had both dreamed of for 50 years now. Passionate. Safe. Gentle. Years of longing poured into that kiss. She gripped his jacket harder, not wanting to take it any further than he'd allow, but refusing to let go.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers as his hand refound her face. "When you are ready, I want you to come home. I will take you in the dead of night. Your brother already wants my head ." Aelia nodded, quickly kissing him again. "The bond is rejected. I am getting help. You need to know I never wanted anyone besides you, Aelia Darling." She nodded again, having already known that truth deep down inside. "You are my salvation, Aelia."

Rhys kissed her this time, backing her up to the bed and gently laying her down. They were looking at each other, their bodies softly illuminated by the dying faelight. "Rhys, we don't-"

"I want to." He kissed her again. "Let me show you how much I love you."

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