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And so, the stars aligned. Pt 5

Azriel x Archeron!Sister reader

Summary: Now in the Spring Court, you arrive at the ball. Fancy dinners, and suitors, await…but where was Azriel?

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma. (Brief)

Ageless and Minors DNI

part one, part two, part three, part four.

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a/n: Before starting!! I based a lot of the balls and stuff off of Bridgerton/ Regency era stuff because, well - that's a lot of what I know! Plus, Prythian seems to be old-fashioned still in that kinda way. Also! You're referred to a 'lean' once. That's most because of how SJM describes the Fae having longer limbs and such. I didn't know a better way to word it.

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Stepping Foot into the Spring Court was like seeing a real life fairy tale. Lush green grass, stretched for miles. Tree and flowers in full bloom, like they never withered in the first place. Flowers that would have made Elain jealous, blooming along. The air was warm, but a gentle breeze helped keep you cool. It was perfect.

And flying with Arizel was even more perfect. His strong, sturdy arms kept you close. You could feel his strong, powerful wings with every flap. His back tightening and loosening like a well oiled machine. You were jealous of his ability to fly. Especially in lands like these. "Hold on, y/n." His voice was gentle, it was a request. If you didn't hold on, you suspected it make him hold onto you tighter. But you obliged. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you began your descent. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle when Azriel got hit in the face by a petal. The small flower clung to his nose, and you quickly helped him out.

"The flowers like you, Azzy." You tease as he lands gracefully on the ground. He was still holding you as he took a couple steps forward to help ease the impact. Azriel rolled his eyes, but you saw the ghost of a smile. You watched the others land as well, Rhys and Feyre doing so with grace. Cassian and Nesta... a loud thunderous sneeze made their descent less graceful. Cassian tucked Nesta into his wings as they rolled onto the ground. "We're okay!" Cassian said quickly getting up, then helping Nesta with ease. Your oldest sister looked at him with a heavy sigh. "Take the medicine Madja gave you right now." She commands. Cassian pouts as he pulls it out and takes a swig.

Azriel, much to your dismay, gently sets you down. But stays close, his hands hovering over your arms in case you fell. But you give a small reassuring smile to him before you look over to Rhysand. "What now?" Rhys is about to answer when you hear footsteps. Looking over, you spot none other than Tamlin. His smile is gentle, and he looks at Rhys and Feyre with a longing you understood far too well. Rhys pulls Feyre closer as he nods at Tamlin. "You look well, so does your Court." Rhys says cordially. You feel a cooling sensation at your feet, Azriel's shadows. Ready to push you away out of danger at a moment's notice. Reaching behind you, you take his hand to give a squeeze. The small action seems to ease Azriel.

Tamlin nods at Rhys. "It was hard, but now it is flourishing." He says evenly, "I took...advice from your Court." Rhysand seems to be shocked, but not angry at that. He smiles as he nods at the other High Lord.

"I'm glad to be able to see it." Rhys says. His hand still holding Feyre's tightly, trying to keep her calm in the face of her ex. But your sister remains strong, unbothered. Tamlin's attention turns to her, and he gives a small smile. "Feyre. You look well."

"As do you, Tamlin." She says coolly. Tamlin smiles and then clears his throat. "I met your son. Amern and Mor are here - waiting for you, where the Summer Court will be staying. He looks just like Rhys, I'm sorry." And you realize that the High Lord of Spring is trying to joke. It seems to catch everyone off guard, making you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

Rhys chuckles first, "Glad to see you've got your humor back, Tamlin." He says with a smile. Relief washes over Tamlin's face as Rhysand speaks. Then he lets his stunningly emerald eyes land on you. Rhysand had told you, before coming here, not to bow to anyone. You shouldn't be lesser than anyone. Bowing wasn't needed when the High Lord and Lady were your brother-in-law and sister. So you kept your head held high. And swore you could feel Azriel's pride swelling behind you. The hand that still held his received a gentle squeeze.

"And this must be Y/n Archeron." Tamlin greets, putting a hand to his chest and bowing his head. "It is a pleasure to meet you." He steps forward, and you feel the shadows coil tighter around your ankles, offering his hand. You gingerly place your hand in his as he lifts it and presses a kiss to it. Watching you the whole time. And you can't help but let your cheeks flush.

Until Feyre claws at your mind, showing you images of his temper. You shoot her a glare. "I suppose you lot must be tired after flying here. I'll allow Varian to come get you and escort you back." His eyes land on yours again, giving you a coy smile. "I shall like a dance later at the ball, Y/n Archeron."

Your cheeks heat again at the formality of it all. But you give your head a quick nod. "I shall save room on my dance card for you." You almost swore you could feel Azriel stiffen behind you. The shadows around your ankles growing colder.

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Varian arrived shortly after Tamlin left, and brought you back to the nice little manor you'd all be staying in. Little, might have been the wrong word. The floors were oak through each room. The walls were a rich cream color, but didn't lack life. They have paintings of flowers, animals, a waterfall that looked like starlight... The whole bottom floor consisted of an open floor plan, the kitchen tucked away in the back of the house, beautiful marble countertops and dark oak cabinets to match the floors. The couch was a deep green, with an ornate rug underneath it. A few armchairs supplied as well. A long dinner table with enough seating for your party.

The bedrooms were no less ornate as the rest of the house. The master bedroom was located upstairs, all the way back at then end of the hall. Feyre and Rhys had called dips. Then the room next to theirs was claimed by Cassian and Nesta. Amren and Varian got the one across from them. Mor and you would be sharing a room, the one next to Nesta and Cassian. Azriel was across the hall. And as soon as that had been settled, you ran up to your room to get ready. Throwing your bags up on the bed and hastily throwing them open, so your dress for the evening could unwrinkle.

The first evening was about alliance's more than romance. At least, that is how you looked at it. You'd show off what court you were from, maybe have a few dances, and then call it a night. But it didn't matter to you, you were going to a freaking ball! The childlike joy in you had yet to dim in your heart. The dress you chose had a high neckline, akin to a halter top. It covered your cleavage while still hugging them to show them off in a modest way, as Nesta put it. The back remained open. And golden accents lined the edges. From your waist came long layers of tulle decorated with stars, and when you spun it flared slightly. You'd look breathtaking on the dance floor tonight, you just knew it. Your heels were golden to match the accents in the dress as well, Mor had also lent you some jewelry for the evening.

Everything was coming together just perfectly. You had sat and down and started to brush out your hair when a knock sounded. "Come in!" Nesta and Feyre entered. Both of them smiling at you as they accessed what you had laid out. Feyre took the brush from you, gently pulling it through your hair. "You should be careful with Tamlin." The first words out of her mouth made you roll your eyes.

"Feyre, I'm not going to fall madly in love with Tamlin because he was kind. I will be cordial and polite by allowing him a dance and then release him to the public." You assure her, locking eyes with her in the mirror. "I will never forgive that bastard for what he did to you. But I can, make it hard for him to refuse any alliance Rhysand speaks of tonight." Nesta's mouth curls up into a smile as she brings out a box. "You cunning little thing." She says proudly, setting down the makeup she had packed as she starts to help. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"Was that your plan all along?" Feyre asks, grimacing when she catches a snarl in your hair. Not that you minded. Where your sisters kept their hair braided and in updo's most of the time. You usually opted for a more natural style. And that, meant your hair got more windswept than normal when flying. But you nod at Feyre. "Of course. Don't get me wrong, if Tarquin offers me a dance, it might be for a little more than just an alliance. But Nesta once told me the ways of balls and polite society. So I will follow it. I'm still looking for love, but again. I'd settle for a boyfriend by the end." You shrug playfully, missing the look your sisters give each other.

"You were little when I told you that." Nesta says wistfully. "It made me miss it. But, I'm glad that those lessons stuck with you at least." She doesn't give you a chance to respond as she starts to lather your face with creams, and other makeup.

By the end. You looked stunning. Your hair had been curled, Nesta braided a crown at the back of your head to keep your hair out of your face but left a few pieces framing it. The dress fit like a glove, and the added height from the heels made your already lean body look even better. Your makeup was stunning. Nesta had dusted a mixture of bronze and gold over your eyelids, and Feyre took a golden face paint-dotting it along your cheeks to help accentuate the freckles you already had. Your lips were a beautiful glossy rose pink.

Your sisters had left you to dress long ago. But you kept staring at yourself in the mirror. Unable to look away, you felt like a princess. There was no way that you wouldn't find a partner tonight.

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Meanwhile. "Azriel. Stop spying on her." Cassian chides as he buttons up his shirt. "She's going to be fine. Nesta and Feyre are in there." Azriel glares at him, he had still barely gotten dressed. Shirtless and in nothing but black slacks. His shadows swirling around him, whispering into his ear, 'She looks like a dream.' 'Our mate is beautiful.' 'She'll be able too reach up to our shoulder for sure tonight.' And it was hard to foucus when all they could focus on was you. "Says the one who gets to be with his mate tonight." He grumbles as he grabs his shirt and slips it on. Rhys sighs heavily as he looks at Azriel with a gentle, yet exhausted expression. "Azriel. She's far too excited about this for you to-"

"I won't ruin it." He sighs, buttoning his shirt, but leaving the first one undone. He never liked having that one done. It had felt like he was choking. So that one stayed unbuttoned. He helped Rhys slip on his rather ornate jacket. Black and Gold- to make you. They all had planned it so they'd be able to spot each other easily in the crowds. "She's excited, and I won't take that away from her." Azriel didn't voice his full thought. About how he wished he could have swept you off your feet, heard your vibrant laugh sound through out the ball. Dip you and watch your eyes widen, kiss you under the moonlight... all of it. "If it is any consolation." Rhys's voice snaps Azriel out of his trance. "Feyre just informed me that she has no plans on wooing Tamlin. She knows we want an alliance with him." He chuckles as he buttons his coat. Turning and grabbing Azriel's coat to help him next. That does make him smile, "I knew it. She held my hand behind her back as he spoke. She didn't like him." He confesses.

"Aww! How romantic! She held your hand!" Cassian teases, earning a smack from Azriel. He chuckles, "But that's good, it will help us keep the peace. It's already so delicate."

"She's a smart woman." Rhys pats Az's shoulder to signal he was good. Azriel buttons the suit jacket and nods. "Then again so are all of the Archeron's but-" Rhys shrugs.

"You can say that again." Cassian rolls his eyes and sits with a slight huff. "I'm gonna be on that dance floor all night batting men away with a stick while Nesta dances. And she knows it too!" Rhys and Azriel share a look, before the both mockingly 'aww' at him as he did to Azriel moments earlier.

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Everyone had made thier way downstairs to the main entrance. The stairs had a view that went straight up to the landing, making for one grand entrance. And, that was all that was left for you to do. Round the corner and face your family. For whatever reason it made you nervous. Mor had assured you that you looked stunning. Nesta had made you do affirmations in the mirror. Feyre assured you that they were all excited to attend. But anxiety still gnawed at you. "Y/n! You're gonna make us late!" Rhys's voice boomed through the house. With a deep breath, you rounded the corner. Your family looking up at you. Your sisters, all of them- Nesta, Feyre, Mor and Amren looked at you with smiles of varying sizes. Your brother in laws smiled as well, but Cassian let out a low whistle.

"Forget beating boys away from Nesta. We're gonna have to beat them away from you." He compliments, earing a smack on the chest from Nesta. But it was worth it in his opinion when he watched the tension release from your shoulders.

Your eyes found Azriel's. And it was like time slowed, watching as he walked up the steps toward you. He looked beyond handsome in his suit. You couldn't recall the last time you saw him dressed so formally, you could have sworn that your heart skipped a beat. You prayed to the Mother to give you strength- if this was how you were reacting to Azriel in a suit? And for a moment, as you gazed at Azriel walking toward you; you hoped that he could kiss you. The thought shocked you, it was probably just the excitement from all of it. But instead, he offered his hand. "You look stunning." He says softly, as if it was only the two of you in the room. "Allow me to escort you to the ball." You didn't hesitate to nod, placing your hand in his. Letting him help you down the steps in your heels. Now you just had to be cunning enough to get a dance with him... ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The ball was, unbelievably beautiful. The marble floors blended seamlessly into the marble walls with accents of gold. Garland of ivy, flowers and other various flora. Chandeliers with faelighting looked as if the celling was crying the most sparkling diamonds. People were dressed so ornately in various colors, like a intermingled rainbow. You squeezed Azriel's arm in awe. He looked down at you, his face remained neutral especially in front of so many people. But you knew that he was silently asking if you were alright. You give him a slight nod. "It's beautiful." You whispers to him, he flexes his arm and you can see his jaw tighten a little as if he was holding back something to say.

And soon, the music had started. The Courts were introduced, Nyx was fawned over by all the other high ladies. You were standing near the refreshment table as you watched Nesta on the dance floor. Moving with Cassian in a fluid, graceful dance. She commanded the dance floor, everyone's eyes were on her. You smiled, knowing the smile that your sister was wearing was a genuine one. But you didn't have much time to focus on her as Tamlin's large build came into your view. Smiling up at him, he reached his hand out. You felt the shadows curl around your ankles again. "Tamlin." You nod at him. "Y/n, would you care to join your sister on the dance floor?" He smiled at you with ease. You set your glass down and took his hand. "I'd love too." And with that, he led you out to the dance floor. His hand on your waist, other one holding your hand up high. And you began to move gracefully around the dance floor. You took note of how the shadows hid in the tulle of your dress. You'd be yelling at Azriel for that later. Tamlin was gentle, but he was definitely leading the dance. Pushing and pulling you around, but he remained polite. "Tell me, y/n. You don't have a mate?" He raises an eyebrow at you. You give him a shrug. He looks amused by your answer waiting for you to elaborate.

"I don't know, truthfully." You said as he spun you, pulling you back in. "I haven't felt the bond with anyone. But that isn't to say that it can't be there."

Tamlin considered your words before he nodded at you. "Do you know what it feels like? Has anyone told you what it is like?" You shook your head. The shadows angrily fluttered around your dress. You made Tamlin spin you again so that you could cover up for them.

"It's been...vague. My sisters don't know how to explain it. They just say I'll know when it happens. That it snaps and they are suddenly your whole word. They say it's as if, the bond is like a string. And at first it's invisible. Until one day it begins to glow golden and the rest is history." You explain what they had told you, the music comes to an end and you take a subtle back from Tamlin. "Join me, for dinner tomorrow." He says quickly. Your eyes widen and you look at him as your mouth tries to form the word no. But you simply just nod. And Tamlin leaves your side, your eyes scan the crowd in a panic. Finding Azriel with Cassian and Rhys in the corner you rushed over, the three of them looking at you with worry. Azriel stepped forward first, taking your hand gently as he pulled you into his side. "Y/n, did something happen?" Rhys asks, his brow furrowed as he watches you. You swallow thickly. "Tamlin asked me to dinner." The others look at each other as if there was a silent conversation happening.

"Okay...and what did you say?" Cassian asks slowly. Azriel wrapped his wing around you, keeping you pressed closely to his chest. You gripped the lapel of his suit jacket. Biting your lip so hard you were worried you'd draw blood.

"...I-I wanted to say no. But, but it was like my body froze up and I just...I nodded!" You rushed out, looking up at Azriel. He tensed, his arm around your waist pressed you closer. But as he looked down at you, he could see the apology brewing in your eyes. So he looked back to Rhys. Rhys hummed and then nodded. "Alright, we can work around this. You'll have a chaperone tomorrow." He says smoothly, giving you a gentle smile. Helping ease you, he looks at Cassian. "Get Nesta. She'll make sure that nothing happens. If he asks, we tell him its a human custom that you insist on abiding by."

Cassian nods, looking back at you and patting your head. "We've got your back, kid. Don't worry." You relax further into Azriel, resting your head on his shoulder as you finally take a deep breath.

"I wanna be there," Azriel speaks up, looking at Rhys. "In the shadows. Incase he tries faebane or anything else again." His voice is tight, pleading almost as he looks at his brother. You gives him a little squeeze. Looking back at Rhys.

"I would feel better about...if Az was there." You speak up. Rhys looks at you and sighs. "Fine. In the shadows. You don't act unless I give orders. Understood?" Rhysand commands, Azriel nods.

You breathe a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't." Azriel says softly, running a hand down your arm. "We shouldn't have left you out there alone. Just seems Tamlin has a type." Rhys snorts at Azriel's comment.

"Why don't you two go dance?" Rhys motions to the dance floor. "The nights young."

Azriel looks down at you, only to be met with your eyes already on his. You nod quickly, as if you knew the question that was on the tip of his tongue. He smiled, letting his wings curl back in and stepping away from you. Bowing in front of you as he offers his hand, reveling in the joyous giggle that sounds from your mouth. Your delicate hand takes hold of his as he leads you to the dance floor.

The same way that Nesta commanded the floor, this time you two did. You felt the eyes of the crowd on you, but none of it mattered. Azriel's hand laid on your waist, your's laid on his shoulder. Hands clasped in a classic waltz. The music guided you two along, no one led the dance. There was a push and pull of equal measure from each of you, moving about the floor as if this was your ballroom. And as the music hit the last swell before it ended, Azriel spun you only to pull you back into a dip. Watching as the lights danced in your eyes, glittered along the fabric of your dress. You looked like a goddess. And Azriel thanked the Mother for giving him such a beautiful mate.

It was safe to say, that for the rest of the night. You were tucked into his side. Safe, and sound. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── a/n: Hehe, this was so much fun to write!! I hope yall liked it!

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Stranger In The Shadows

Paring: Azriel x Reader (Rhysand's sister)

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: It's been almost two years since Y/N disappeared without a trace during one of her missions. Now, she suddenly reappears just outside of Velaris with no memory and a strange darkness enveloping her mind. What secrets does she now hold after her mysterious disappearance? What lies within that abyss of darkness that consumes her?

Warnings: mentions of violence, abuse, blood, injuries

Authors note:

Please bear with me as this is my first time using this website. I'm looking forward to sharing my thoughts that often keep me awake until the wee hours of the night. I thought a great way to kick off my time here is to start a series, so you can all get a glimpse of what's happening in my sleep-deprived mind.

Two years have passed. Today marks the second anniversary of your disappearance. Rhysand had dispatched you on a mission to an outpost camp due to rumors of a disturbance not far from there. However, you hadn't even reached the camp before vanishing into thin air. The Inner Circle had scoured the area for any sign of your presence, but for those two long years, they found nothing.

Arizel paced in his room, his shadows curling around him as a source of comfort. Day after day, he searched for any trace of you, only to return empty-handed each time. The Inner Circle had grown concerned about his obsession with finding you. Who could blame the male? You were his mate, the love of his life, and you had simply vanished. In his eyes, no one seemed to care, leading to countless conflicts, especially between him, Cassian, and Rhysand. Something about tonight felt different. His shadows were more alert than usual, and he had a gut feeling that something was about to happen. It was hard to determine if that feeling was good or bad.

You were the polar opposite of Azriel. You possessed a bright and caring personality, always quick to forgive. You placed others above yourself, doing everything in your power to make everyone feel welcome. Sometimes, he swore you were more related to Feyre than Rhysand, given how openly you wore your heart on your sleeve. Azriel was known for his cold demeanor and blunt comments, and you often teased that he was a perfect match for the shadows, which would lead to him moping or pouting from across the room. You never failed to bring a smile to his face; just your presence alone would make him smile like a fool.

The two of you discovered that you were mates while Rhysand was trapped under the mountain. Azriel had spent the night in your room after hearing your cries for your brother. He felt the bond snap into place the moment he heard you cling to him for dear life, begging him to stay with you. You were terrified of losing Azriel, just as you had lost Rhysand, and you felt as if you would die if Azriel went missing. Azriel subsequently confronted you about the mating bond, which you confirmed, as you had known about it before that night. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable, doing everything in your power to bring your brother back.

The day you disappeared had been complete and utter hell for Azriel. He had felt nothing through the bond, no disturbance, nothing. It was only after a few days that he realized something was wrong because no one had heard a single thing from you. That golden thread connecting the two of you had slackened, and his head felt so empty. Rhysand had tried to excuse it as you putting up walls to focus on the mission, but even Rhys knew that wasn't something you did on missions like these. You always kept your mind open to communication or hearing anything from Rhysand or Azriel. Azriel knew Rhys didn't want to admit how terrified he was of losing you, nor did he want to believe that you could simply disappear without anyone knowing. Constant fights between Azriel and Rhysand ensued, often with Cassian stepping in between them to prevent them from harming each other.

Your disappearance tore the Inner Circle apart. The cries of Mor and Feyre broke his heart when Amren told them that it was time to accept the possibility that you had died. As cold and neutral as Amren was, Azriel knew she was hurting. The bond you shared with Amren was honestly amusing. She saw you as nothing more than a little sister, way too invested in her work, and doting on her activities. Mor, on the other hand, was someone you were inseparable from. Mor knew everything about you, even things that he didn't know, and things he believed should have remained between you and Mor. Azriel saw how broken Mor was upon hearing the news of your disappearance, which only added to the pain for him and his friends.

Azriel stopped pacing the room when he felt a disturbance in the townhouse, something foreign had filled the location. Standing in the darkness of the room, he waited for any sounds of unknown footsteps, but nothing came. Azriel refused to go back to the home you two shared since the last time he was there; he almost burned the place to the ground after his last fight with Rhysand. Feyre had opened their home to him to keep a close eye on Azriel and Rhysand to prevent them from trying to kill each other whenever you were brought up in conversations.

A soft knock landed on the door, catching his attention. Moving towards the door, he opened it and looked down at a wide-eyed Feyre. Stepping aside, she entered his room and glanced around, as if checking to make sure nothing was destroyed again. "Azriel, we need to talk," she said quietly, her words almost too hushed to hear. As she turned back toward him, she motioned for him to sit in the corner chair.

Complying, Azriel sat down, ready for another discussion about his disappearance earlier. "If it's about my disappearance today, you all know the reasoning, and I don't think a lecture is needed," he grumbled, keeping his eyes away from Feyre. The lack of response prompted him to snap his eyes back to her. There was something off about her, something in her eyes that looked as if she was holding back tears or the urge to scream and break something.

Wiping her hands on her gown, she let out a shaky breath and looked at the broken male before her. "Rhysand wanted to talk to you, but after the incident last night, I thought it would be best if I talked to you," she said, her voice nervously quiet. "We received word about an unknown figure seen just east of Velaris. Rhysand and Cassian decided to investigate to give you the time you needed. They found a body there."

Azriel held his breath as she spoke. There had to be a reason they were telling him this. Could it be someone who knew your whereabouts? Someone who had seen you? After noticing the way he clung to her words, Feyre felt tears welling up in her eyes. "We found her, Azriel. We found Y/N," she sobbed, letting tears roll down her cheeks. They had found you. You were back. You had come home.

Standing quickly, the chair slammed back against the wall before Feyre stopped him. "Azriel, I can take you to her, but I have to warn you. She does not look well. She was almost unrecognizable when the boys found her. She is severely injured, and Rhysand mentioned that something felt off about her. Azriel, she may not be the same Y/N we once knew, and you need to prepare yourself for what could happen once she wakes up," she whispered, her gaze fixed on him.

Her words haunted his mind as he followed Feyre to a room tucked away at the far end of the hall, where the Inner Circle stood pacing outside the door. Just as they arrived, the door swung open, revealing Madja with Rhysand standing behind her. Azriel stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. There you lay, blankets pulled to your shoulders as you slept. You looked so peaceful, almost lifeless. Azriel watched your chest, holding his breath, waiting for any sign of your breathing. When he saw the rise and fall of your chest, he let out a relieved sigh before Madja began talking.

"It's a miracle that she's alive. The injuries she sustained would have killed an Illyrian warrior. There are clear traces that someone healed her wounds after she had received them. Her wings are broken in a few locations, and she will be lucky if they heal correctly for her to fly again. The girl was kept on the brink of death, and she survived," Madja whispered, amazed that you had survived the obvious torture you had endured.

As Azriel stepped forward, his shadows shot around him, protecting him from getting too close to you. It was strange; his shadows had always loved surrounding you, but this time they seemed almost terrified of being near you. He felt something, something dark that clouded your mind and was nothing but a mass of darkness threatening to break free at any moment. You were a Shadow singer like him, and it was almost funny to him that fate had brought you two together. What worried him most was that there was no sign of your shadows, but he could feel the same power he held coursing through you. What had happened to you during these past few years? Why did you feel so foreign? Why were his shadows so terrified of you?

Azriel felt something inside of him break at the sight of you and your mangled wings. He knew how much you loved flying, and it would be devastating if you were unable to do so. Flying had always been therapeutic for you, a way to escape and feel the wind in your hair, to be free from responsibilities. He cherished the nights when the two of you would just soar, sharing laughter as you gazed upon the breathtaking view of the city. It was a special bond they shared, one that never failed to bring a smile to your face. Rhysand placed a comforting hand on Azriel's shoulder as he stood closer to his brother. "It'll be okay, brother. She's home now. You're by her side, and she's going to be well cared for," he said, letting his gaze rest on you.

Rhysand could only hope his words would provide some comfort to Azriel. He, too, worried that his sister might not be the same person she once was. He feared that the radiant smile she wore might no longer light up the rooms as it used to. He was terrified that you would be a mere shell of your former self, or that you would no longer know how to function. Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention as he saw you stir slightly before your eyes snapped open, and a loud scream tore through the room.

Azriel and Rhysand stepped back, shielding Madja with their bodies. Something about you appeared almost animalistic and foreign. Your eyes held no light in them, only a burning rage as darkness enveloped your body. "Y/N?" Azriel called out. Something in the room came to a halt, as if time itself had frozen. The room fell silent, and the two boys were too scared to breathe, their eyes wide with fear. Your head snapped towards them.

Something flickered in your eyes, perhaps recognition? They softened, as if you were begging for help. But in an instant, the look vanished. Instead, anger and fear filled your eyes as you pushed yourself to the edge of the bed, distancing yourself from them. Your breathing quickened as Azriel attempted another step towards you. With a snarl, you made him stop, and shadows clung to your body, as if protecting you from them. "Who are you?" you spat, keeping your eyes fixed on both of them.

Did you truly not remember who they were? They exchanged glances and then looked back at you, their faces creased with concern. In your eyes, they were strangers, and strangers you were prepared to defend yourself against.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the first part of this series, I can't wait to begin this journey with all of you!

[marukrawler]

thinking about gill, kazarina and lena in s3ep17 and. . .

we are told that nurzak and gill's ships have trouble recharging their energy and as such, stoica, arizel and kazarina are the only ones capable of continuing the march towards the third shield. kazarina even uses this fact to taunt gill. so to make sure kazarina doesn't overtake him, gill approaches lena (who has been assigned to accompany kazarina on her mission) and warns her of kazarina's treacherous ways, which in turn makes lena anxious. this move by gill sets lena up for failure, not just by planting the idea in lena's head of taking out kazarina to save herself, but also by making lena desperate to perform well in fear of being used as a scapegoat, making her less trusting of her superior as well.

what's interesting to me is how gill, by setting lena up like this, actually contributes to their loss of the second shield. if lena hadn't been so desperate to prove herself, she and kazarina could've teamed up to quickly defeat drago before dan had time to help shun. but instead, lena refuses any help and thus fails her mission, which suits gill just fine because it means kazarina will be blamed for retreating and allowing the neathians to reclaim their territory.

and if kazarina moves the way gill expects her to, lena will remember his warning and kill kazarina first (or die trying.) either way, gill stands nothing to lose on a personal level, but he seems just a tad too comfortable letting gundalia lose against neathia if it allows the emperor to bear witness to kazarina's incompetency.

gill's eventual assassination of kazarina just solidifies the fact that he'll always put his pride before gundalia's victory in the war.

[sleepless-strawberry]

[WP] Spirits of the dead are placed into objects in mystical forges. Due to a mix-up, a soldier is placed in a pen and a poet in a sword.

The streets of the town where busy, bustling and rumbling with the crowd of happy shoppers as they went from stall to shop, inspecting all the everything from the wonderfully bizarre trinkets sold by a long tongued lamina wearing yellow robes to the local butcher dwarf with a scruffy beard and a full belly displaying rats, wolves, giant lizards and much more.

Only one place was excluded from those festivities, an old and run down looking store, hidden in the shade, by the name of "Arizel's Antique Shop". As the name would suggest it was full of clutter and items ranging from ominous dark oak doors to kitchen utensils made out of slimes.

The shopkeeper, Arizel, was an old human lady who was sleeping peacefully behind her desk in a rocking chair. Yet despite what one might expect from a store devoid of clientele it was far from quiet.

"Pez you fucking idiot! Why would you think that could possible work?!"

"First of all, my full name is Pessimistus and I know that you know that that is my name, Alexander. Second of all how was I supposed to know that I was meant to slay the treeant!"

"For the umpteenth time my name is just AL! How hard could that possible be to remember! Unlike your name it's a mere 2 letters! Also, what in Tiryus' name did you think you were meant to do with the treeant?!"

"Why I was intending on carving into it my latest work of course! A poem titled 'Treeant's are scary, I rather fight a little fairy'!"

The noise was coming from two people... well if you could call them that. Certainly at one point in time, long, long ago they have been people. Pessimistus was a famous poet, adored by women and favoured by muses. Whilst, Al was a great general that led his lord's armies towards countless victories. Both were great mortals, favoured by deities. Which was why when they died the Gods that cherished them came to a master forger Dwarf that carved their souls into powerful magical items.

There just one teeny-weeny little problem. The orders came at the same time and so a soldier was placed in a pen and a poet in a sword. Over the years, the two artefacts have swapped many hands, yet without fail have found themselves back on these dusty shells looking across at each other chatting or rather bickering for the most part.

"Is writing silly words all you're good for!" the pen was almost shaking from anger as it roared. "A brittle twig would be more suitable in battle than a magical sword as pathetic as you are!"

"Oh please, you taunt me so yet you are nothing but an earth worm taunting a wingless dragon for not being able to fly!" The sword rebuked with a snarky remark and kept going. "Besides, even if I may admit my lack of talent in the art of war at least I accomplish something. You, my old friend, have yet to succeed in writing out a full paragraph before stabbing through the page!"

The room was filled with chaotic arguing as one side was trying desperately to out scream the other not even hearing the other side over the sound of their own voice.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS WOULD THE TWO OF YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DON'T HAVE IT NEARLY AS BAD AS I!" A third voice interrupts the conversation from across the room, laying on the bottom-most shelf, a shiny cleaver knife with a cow head depicted on the handle.

""Well who are you then?"" Al and Pessimistus asked in unison.

"I WAS A FUCKING VEGAN MINOTAUR!"

[briefdreamerbasketballmuffin]

He estado muy ocupada últimamente... Pero decidí darme el tiempo de hacer FanArts,

Espero que sean de tu agrado!

@monabysss

Traducción :

I've been very busy lately... But I decided to take the time to make FanArts, I hope you like them!

@monabysss

Ver algo de Arizell o de mephitales siempre me saca una sonrisa, sin dudar adoro a estos dos y siempre me pregúntare...

¿Cuál habrá sido su pasado?

¿Por qué ahora parecen que se odian tanto?

Traducción :

Seeing something from Arizell or Mephitales always makes me smile, without a doubt I adore these two and I will always wonder...

What was their past?

Why do they seem to hate each other so much now?

Estas dos igual, como es que se conocen sin que sea de manera formal?, Fue un sueño?, un juego virtual? Una... Vida temporal o pasada?

Traducción :

These two are the same, how come they know each other without it being formal? It was a dream? A virtual game? A... temporary or past life?

Saambo y Thalf

Ok, recuerdo aver vistos estos dos una vez y por eso quise dibujarlos por que me parecieron realmente lindos!

Traducción :

Saambo and Thalf

Ok, I remember seeing these two once and I wanted to draw them because they looked so cute.

Me cree una cuenta de Artfight solo por curiosidad viendo que es muy común en la comunidad inglesa, así que encontré tu cuenta y vi a Wisp Bloom,

Lo primero que pensé fue :

Estoy segura que si Fuffle viera que Crysalis (Ahora Cristina en la serie de Floof n' Friends ) está siendo acortejada por alguien más, estar��a muy celosa de ver que su chica está siendo ganado por una mujer realmente bella

Traducción :

I created an Artfight account just curious to see how common it is in the English community, so I found your account and via Wisp Bloom, my first thought was:

I'm sure if Fuffle saw Crysalis (now Cristina on the Floof n'Friends series) being courted by someone else, she would be very jealous to see her girl conquered by a really beautiful woman.

:D

Quise dibujar todas las versiones que Mo

nabysss que me fue posible encontrar... Así que aquí una Monabysssverse en un solo lugar ???

Traducción :

I wanted to draw all the versions of Monabysss that I could find... So here is a Monabysssverse in one place???

[monabysss]

Got That Ego That God Himself Had To Nerf

Speedpaint over on my Youtube!

[ryubliss-central]

Some more lore while we work on revamps!

You may have seen these two diseases mentioned before, but this is the first time we’ve delved into them.

Leixosis, overproduction of tears, and Drizlezz, dry eye, are two naturally occurring ailments that many Ryubliss face at some point in their lives.

Some Ryubliss were born with one of these diseases and thus may never be rid of it unless treated.

Cinnamix and Mintberry Cream, two researchers of natural Ryubliss diseases, have studied for years on how to counteract the effects of these illnesses. Now that they’ve found potential remedies, they may be setting up shop soon...

[t-ashina]

Prompt #1: Voracious

There was something remarkably charming about the woman’s incessant questions about the many words she read or those she heard, something almost decidedly childlike in its innocence. It was, in either case, something the Miqo’te currently serving as something of a play-teacher could do little - nor did she have such a desire - to dissuade. 

It was just one such night in her dorm room that had found her playing host to her fellow student as she was propositioned, again, with another half-dozen questions on what a few words heard in passing could mean. Thinking back, she really hadn’t any idea as to where Arizelle could have heard the word voracious but she was entirely happy with educating her on its meaning. 

“The best students are voracious learners, like you, always seeking out extra information after class.” 

She had joked, offering up the example with as much a sincere expression of her admiration to her peer’s quality of character as it was a mere instructive exercise. It was refreshing in its own way and it reminded her of someone she had once known in the past — A Raen girl with as much appetite for life as any she had otherwise known — One day, it was deeply hoped, she would cross paths with her again. She had few friends she cherished as deeply but the excitable soul she had met earlier this evening was quickly growing on her heart...

If only because she was so much more tolerable than the others.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

[qwertythepopstarian08]

Piece of the Cosmos- A Ryubliss Gift Fic

Gift for @nontoxic-markers

I wanted to write something Ryubliss related ever since they told me about how Ryu Allegro came into being. This ties into the actual canon lore of the Ryuniverse, with the Ryu-Charms being pieces of Arizel, but I wanted to include it in a gift for Forte since... it represents how awesome and valid they are, I guess? Happy Birthday!

Arizel's soul encompasses the Ryuniverse and all that lives within it. Even as her subjects and their families leave her realm, they hold a shard of her heart with them for all eternity.

And sometimes, these shards are altered. They are broken and split and dispersed throughout the cosmos. They are death, they are light, smothered by an untimely end...

They fall back to their homeworld, buried by time and memories.... and when the time is right, they reveal themselves, if not for the purpose of being gifted to a worthy being. Even in death, Arizel’s children are noble.

These shards, harvested from the earth and imbued with the lifeblood of Terra and her dearest Moone, hold inside themselves an unfaltering energy, a power made of dreams and hopes and life...

Calypso holds Allegro's hand as they explain this. They place the lovingly crafted pendant, a Ryu-Charm made from light and love and companionship, into his hand and whisper, "This is a piece of the cosmos. Hold it close to your heart, and it shall answer your deepest wish."

He wonders where they found such an important artifact. They say with a glint in their gaze, "Stolen from the Keeper of Nightmares. Just for you, Allegro. Only for you."

And just like that, their serious tone drops. Their eyes flicker with a familiar glee, as if they hadn't just given someone a shard of the universe, a piece of their ancestor’s heart...

It is merely a gift for a friend

And that is all they say to explain the fragment. That is all that needs to be said.

[andromixies-fantaspecies]

How Andromeda Met Arizel:

Long ago, before the Ryuniverse as we know it was formed, and Ryubliss lived in caverns, hidden from the world...

The patron guardian of their world traveled the galaxy, searching for a purpose, for a meaning behind her world’s life...

When she stumbled across a creature of the stars...

They’d met long ago, several times in passing. Arizel was fond of the crackling Thundredome Galaxy, which bordered both Andromeda’s realm and her own. Few Andromixies spoke to Arizel, believing her to be a lowly planet, devoid of life or purpose...

Yet Andromeda, the star Genesis 35, was different. She noticed the spark, a small, almost unnoticeable aura of life. Not in the traditional sense of course. Andromixies had never seen immortals, and so they dismissed Arizel as being dead... but Andromeda was hopeful... she’d seen a spark...

Arizel was friendly. Riddled with dreams and hopes... and love. Love for a home she hadn’t yet made. Love for a world that cast her away...

Great Eastern Nebula... Deep down, Andromeda thought Arizel to be wonderful. The most wonderful planet she’d met in all her years.

And yet so pitiful...

She wanted to help. And Arizel wanted a home.

And so they struck a deal.

Arizel was of hopes and dreams, but her core was of fear...

And Andromeda had wonder, curiosity, and bravery, but she could not dream...

And so they created something together...

A child of nightmares...

A future queen of dreams.

Phobia.

[qwertythepopstarian08]

Aww, cute!! Thanks!

@qwertythepopstarian08 Here you go!

[closedspeciesteahouse]

for a species group trying to be super original, @ryubliss-central/Arizel-ryuniverse on DA has quite a few species that could qualify as free/cheap substitutes for a lot of high price CS. Not intentionally, but if you want a cute deer/fox-like creature with more lore than Dainties, there's Ryubliss. If you want a parasitic being with eye horror but don't want to break the bank on Mignyans, there's Ophiuscites. They don't really resemble Mignyans or Dainties, but the base theme is there.

[dragonsaremadeofcorn]

if you had to choose, what would you pick as a favorite? LupisVulpes' HGD species, Qwerty/Prince's Arizel and Starmitum species... or a "mainstream" popular species like Sushidogs, Kittydogs, and Protogens?

Qwerty’s species would be my favorite, HGD’s not far behind. I don’t care much for mainstream species except for design and such, the only one I actively participate in is TWWM.

[gone-dw-abt-it]

If you had to pick, what would you choose as favorite: LupisVulpes's HCD species, Qwerty's Arizel and Starmitum species, Puppypop5's species, or... a mainstream popular species like Sushidogs, Kittydogs, andProtogens?

my own

Bobbies

bc there's almost no limit to what you can do with them AND you can shove them everywhere and make as little or much info as you want on them!

some have six arms

other have multiple mouths

many eyes

GIANT

tiny

fluffy

scaled!

I just don't have anyone else making any though which is kinda disapointing but what can you do?

[briefdreamerbasketballmuffin]

Sentía que ya llevaba un buen tiempo sin hacerle un Fan Art a @monabysss que puse manos a la obra y hize lo mejor que pude para dibujar algunos de sus incleibles Ocs

I felt like it's been a while since I've done Fan Art for @monabysss so I got to work and did my best to draw some of their amazing Ocs

Hoja completa

full page

Aquí tenemos a un Oc resiente de ella llamada Vathosis

Here we have an Oc of yours called Vathosis

Una caminata de Sadhbh y Civ mientras sostienen un muñeco

A Sadhbh and Civ walk while holding a doll.

Un dibujo de Blasmadiss

A drawing of Blasmadiss

Mephitales 🥺

Una Snowkow sosteniendo una bebida

A Snowkow with a drink

Un intento de dibujo de avaducius

A drawing attempt by avaducius

Un intento de dibujo de Flonic

An attempt at drawing by Flonic

Un intento de dibujo de Ocella Von Bloring

An attempted drawing of Ocella Von Bloring

Un boceto de payaso que me encantó hacer!!!

Espero que los dibujos sean de tu agrado, sin dudar todos tus Ocs son realmente encantadores

[monabysss]

[Wildly kazoos into the void] like the cool kids

Speedpaint over on my youtube!