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moonlightazriel · 1 year ago

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Son of the Darkness XX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: What can I say at this point? It’s all out war….

Word Count: 1,8K

Notes: Yep, Y/N’s speech was taken from Theseus speech from the movie Immortals, sue me

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The extent of Hybern’s army was terrifying, thousands of men gathered to kill whoever dared to stand in their way. But as Y/N watched their troops, blue, golden, orange, black and yellow, all the armies from seven High Lords, she knew they had a chance.

Vivianne, the soon to be High Lady of Winter, held the human girl, Briar, in her arms. Evanore was around them, petting and talking to the white bears the army had. The atmosphere felt almost peaceful as they got ready for the battle.

It took two days to transport the whole army, going directly against Hybern. They had moved again, and they all came to the conclusion that Hybern was clearly postponing the battle, after all, he couldn’t get what Nesta took from the cauldron back, and now that she had more control over her power, he was probably scared of what she could do.

And now, they were ready to face that army, a few kilometres from where they originally planned to meet them. The witches have been draining power from the earth for a few hours, and the army was resting until it was time to face each other.

This time, Rune and the others would join, healing would have to wait, as all the force was necessary in that battlefield. They had also transported any human near the battle to Adriata where princess Cresseida was taking care of them.

Feyre and Amren had a plan to stop the cauldron and the army, needing to get close enough to touch it. And they’re also getting ready to release Bryaxis on that army. She hasn’t seen Feyre in a while. But she had checked on Elain, she was still afraid but wasn’t hurt.

The inner circle reunited, exchanging their comforting words to each other, some prayed to the mother, the witches kept to themselves but Y/N held her sword, in front of the NightFall.

“I am one of you, I share your blood and I share your fear.” The female yelled, her voice reaching the quiet soldiers. “But to run now, we offer our souls and the souls of the innocent to a terrible darkness.” One by one, the soldiers from her army started to hit their shields with their swords, the music echoing through the camp. Until every one who held a shield joined.

“We must stand and fight, their numbers count for nothing in that battlefield.” More chanting. “They are cowards, they hide behind their masks, they bleed like you and I.” She yelled even louder. Azriel watched with pride filling his senses as his mate encouraged the whole army. “Listen to me! Stand your ground! Fight for your honour!” The swords slammed against the shield. “Fight for the man beside you! Fight for those who bore you! Fight for your children! Fight for your future! Fight for your name! Survive!”

With her sword pointed to the army who gathered near the beach, waiting for the bloodbath, she yelled one more time.

“Let us write history with Hybern’s blood.” The soldiers behind her roared their fury, and they marched to the war.

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Battle happened everywhere, metal clashing against metal, the sounds of man dying filled her senses, so overwhelming and bone chilling, but she swallowed any trace of fear, going on her killing spree.

Bryaxis had just joined, the endless shadow passed by her, hummed in greetings to her. She could see Azriel in the skies, Rhysand’s power in huge waves, everyone who had magic in their blood used how they could.

The witches formed a unity, walking together, using both magic and their weapons to kill. Eris was behind Evanore, his eyes tracking her every move, Y/N felt her heart swell with happiness, she didn’t have to worry about her.

Her magic flared in strikes, men falling to the ground whenever they touched it. The necklace kept shining between her breasts, indicating that Azriel was alright. And when she couldn’t reach with magic, her sword was finding its target.

Everything was happening so fast, the three figures, The Bone Craver, Bryaxis and The Weaver killed hundreds in their path, the soldiers from Hybern were slowly being erased from the earth.

Trumpets sounded somewhere to the north, and Y/N watched from in between the commotion, three more armies joined, a green one from Spring Court, another orange one, Beron walked with more soldiers, Eris’s brothers mounting horses from in between the army, fire blazed and something exploded. The third army was made from humans.

The ash poison was burning in blue flames, giving them an advantage since now they didn’t have more poison to use, Y/N roared in excitement as she beheaded a male in front of her.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Too tired, she felt too tired, her muscles burned, she wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. Blood soaked her hair and clothes.

She heard someone screaming for Cassian, she saw him flying to where Nesta stood at the top of the hill. And where he was mere seconds ago, the soldiers that stayed, were erased from the skies, as the King used the cauldron. The next shot was closer to his army than hers, and she concluded that he didn’t care about his soldiers, sacrificing them to get what he needed.

It was then that another trumpet sounded, and this time she was sure it didn’t belong to them. Azriel landed by her side, her shadows protecting them from anyone who tried to get close.

“They have a fucking armada. I saw Tarquin going there but there’s no way he can get rid of them alone.” He warned.

“Fuck!” Y/N cursed, and he felt someone approaching them. His eyes landed on the blonde male from the Bloody Moon ritual, the one who had upset her.

“Look at what we have here, the bastard and his bitch.” Luther spat. “I was looking for you.” He pointed at her.

“This is going to be good.” Azriel smilled.

Y/N stepped out of the shadows removing her helmet and retrieving them, she wanted to kill him with her pure force, not with her magic. She assumed a fighting instance, discarding her sword and going for a dagger instead.

“Hopefully your uncle is waiting for you in hell.” The male lunged for her, she spun to the side, getting out of the way, the sword cut the air, and she kicked him. His swords clashed against her dagger, and he punched her nose, blood pouring out of it.

“How does it feel?” She asked. “To always be beneath me? Never being able to be better than me, even if you tried so fucking hard.” He aimed for her once more, and she dodged, sweat ran down her forehead as she kept dodging and punching him sometimes.

They were both bloodied and panting. “Having to see everyone choose me, over and over again? Knowing you would never be good enough and that your name didn’t matter.” Luther screamed in fury. “That I earned my position and that a simple female will always be better than you.”

Luther descended his sword upon her, she rolled on the ground, quickly getting to her feet and impaling him with her dagger. Blood poured from his mouth. She held his shoulder, her eyes boring into his as life slowly faded from his body.

“It’s a shame that you chose this, we would be really good friends.” The male groaned and she let him fall. Turning to Azriel, he pulled her close to him.

“It’s okay now.” He reassured her, handing her the helmet and saying his goodbye, flying back to the battle.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“The people from our court can see better in the dark, one of the perks of being born in the shadows.” Azriel thought, finding her again after twenty minutes apart. Her words ringed in his head, clear as the bright sky above his head. The plan formed in his mind and something in his chest told him that she would understand without the need of communications. So he did.

His wings flapped faster, making him go higher in the sky, so high that he could almost touch the sun, his syphons glowed, a bright cobalt light coming from them as his shadows moved in awe, waiting for what he was about to do. He knew where she was, and with all his power singing in his veins, his shadows descending upon the earth, engulfing her and at least 20 soldiers from Hybern that were surrounding her. The last thing he saw was the smirk on her face as the shadows covered their bodies until they disappeared in the black mist.

She felt them before she saw them, her sword hitting another one, as she defended herself, from the corner of her eyes, she saw the black shadows behind her, eager to get to her, brushing her face in between her helmet as they formed a dome around her and the enemy’s soldiers. She blinked, her eyes easily adjusting to the dark, she was quick to end with the man she was already in a fight with, while the others walked around in the dark, trying to see something.

They stumbled around blindly wandering, not being able to leave the mist wall that surrounded them. She smirked, walking around, her feet silent as she walked on the soft grass, the first, she cut his abdomen open with her sword, the armour they were using not that effective against the weapon that the witches had blessed, her blade screeched as she dragged it against the metal, cutting through it like butter, the man screamed in agony, the blood splashing on her own armour, the others assumed a defensive stance, not knowing where to aim or what to expect.

She ran, silent as a ghost, all the soldier could feel was the slightly change in the wind and the whistle of her sword, the weapon sharp, cutting through the air and the flesh of one of the soldiers, his head flying away as she already got ready to defend the blind blows they tried to land, their bodies bumped into each other, the metal cackling as they did so. She pierced the skull of one of them, with her dagger while her sword pierced the chest of another.

One by one, they fell, their blood running down her armour was the only resemblance of that they were even alive someday, she walked out of the shadows, the mist dissipating behind her, the blood pooled around the bodies, their horrid expressions marred their faces forever as she walked away. Azriel knew she could do it, but he couldn’t help the pride that filled his chest as he saw her walking out, blood covering her from head to toe, she looked in his direction. And that was when she felt it.

The bond snapping into place.

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fuckyestherest · 9 months ago

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Creator Highlight Week 8

Welcome to our Creator Highlight Week 8!

Every week, we’ll use this space to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use so much of their free time and creative energy to share their work with us and bring our imaginations to life via writing, art, visuals, and many other creative mediums.

This week we want to highlight @dawneternal, a massively talented creator for both art and fic within the fandom.

Their stories are imaginative, creative, and wonderful, and their art will absolutely blow your mind. Their nominators said the following: “they’ve done some great Eris x Oc fics and they did an Elain x Eris fic that was so interesting. They also post artwork of their oc’s and some characters 🥰 They are also just so kind and nice and deserve all the love!”

Another said “I have loved following them through their writing and art journey. Seeing how much they’ve improved when they already started off so talented has been a real joy. They’re also just so kind and supportive to others within the fandom space. I can’t think of anyone better!”

As evident from these submissions, they are also a one-of-a-kind friend and supporter! Thank you for sharing your works with us, and for adding such an engaging, creative, and lovely art and fics to the community and fandom space! Your contributions have been so adorable, hot, and overall impeccably well done, and we hope to see much more from you for a long time to come!

Below are some of our favorite creations.

Non Binary Illyrian Warrior

Nesta and Nyx

Mermaid Cresseida

Take The World in Your Hands | Elain x Eris

Starfall Guest | Azriel x OC

Just A Favor | Gwynriel

The Benevolent | Eris x OC

The Most Gorgeous Moodboards

Thanks so much for bringing such incredible, creative, and lovely works, both in art and fics, to our fandom! We’re so glad you’re here!

You can find more of @dawneternal on Ao3 and Masterlist!

#creator highlight #acotar #fic recs #art recs #eris x oc #azriel and gwyn #gwynriel #elain x eris

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mother-above · 1 year ago

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The Golden Warrior | Chapter 5

Azriel x Reader

Summary: To you, love was a poison that slowly killed. It was something that could make the strongest of warriors and leaders weak and vulnerable. You had successfully evaded romance and relationships for a century until the day you realized it had been plaguing you from within.

Chapters: 5/?

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: suggestive, 18+, violence, and swearing

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a/n: Hello, sorry for the delay. Life has been... well life. I hope you all enjoy this long chapter because I had so much fun writing it. Please let me know what you think in the comments. :)

The setting sun signaled Thesan it was time to call it a night. Although chaotic, the day had been productive thanks to you, Feyre, and Nesta for pushing the stubborn High Lords toward an alliance. Apart from Beron, all the other Courts agreed to unite as one against Hybern. While Thesan personally escorted Tamlin to his suite, other attendants helped the other Courts to their guest suites.

When you revealed your wings and powers to everyone, Tarquin’s facial expressions were the most shocked out of everyone. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, horrified, or both so you decided you needed to talk to him first. They were walking further ahead of you, so you called Tarquin’s name, he halted to a stop and Cresseida and Varian did the same. They looked at you unsure if they could trust you, but Tarquin just waved them away, while you gave them a sheepish smile. Now alone in the hallway, you looked up at Tarquin who had an unreadable expression on his face.

“What the hell, Y/n,” said Tarquin. His face was neutral, but you could hear the betrayal in his voice. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Tensions are high, I wasn’t sure if I could trust you. No one knew until today,” you said earnestly. “Forgive me if I offended you, Tarquin.”

His gaze wandered from the scar on your face to the white and gold wings behind you.

He sighed and wrapped you in a warm hug, “After today, no secrets. We’re allies now.”

You leaned into his hug and patted his back. “I wish you told us Adriata was being attacked, our spies only found out when it was over. I sent you a letter and you never responded.”

“It was so chaotic: I could barely think, and I didn’t know who to trust at the time. Sorry for ignoring your letter, there’s been so much rebuilding.”

You pull away from Tarquin and give him a dazzling smile. “All is forgiven, next time you know who to call.”

“Want to join us for dinner?” said Tarquin gesturing toward the suite.

“I can’t. I have more people I need to talk to,” you said as you flexed your wings and tucked them closer to your body.

Tarquin makes an “oh” face and you laugh. You turned to walk away before Tarquin cleared his throat to get your attention. “You look stunning in that armor, my lady.”

You spun around to see Tarquin smirking at you. “Stop flirting with me! I told you it was a one-time thing.”

He shrugged, “It doesn’t hurt to try.”

Rolling your eyes, you go on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Tarquin.”

With a smile still on your lips, you continued to walk towards the Night Court’s suite. Thanks to Tarquin, you were reminded to change out of the armor, so you swiftly used magic to change into the cerulean gown you had at the beginning of the day. After you knocked on Night Court’s door, their chatter abruptly stopped as they discussed who it could be.

“It’s me,” your voice rang clearly.

There was mumbling before footsteps headed in your direction, Feyre’s bright smile greeted you while Rhysand’s quizzical gaze landed on you. You stepped in and gave everyone a warm smile; no remnants of the threatening Golden Warrior could be seen apart from your wings.

“If you’re worried about your mate and friend’s safety, there's no need to be,” you addressed Rhysand.

“Why shouldn’t I be worried?” said Rhysand who placed himself between you and his beloved inner circle.

You brushed past him and made yourself comfortable on one of the loveseats. “Because we’re allies and I’ve learned to like your court,” you said simply. “Just don’t get on my bad side and we should be fine.”

Rhysand and the inner circle blinked at you in silence, the juxtaposition of your friendly threat made their heads spin. It wasn’t until Morrigan giggled that everyone else joined in the laughter. Cassian looked at you in awe, he had never been more attracted and terrified of a female in his life. The only one who was not dying of laughter was Azriel who was leaning against the windows. His shadows were practically engulfing his body turning him into a dark mass, this must have been a regular occurrence because only you thought it was strange. The whispers of the shadows sounded like faint buzzing.

Azriel was in deep thought, upset with himself that he lost control over a comment Eris made about Mor. The situation struck him when he realized that he was always fighting for and defending Mor and yet, he barely received anything from her. Azriel was always attentive and caring to Mor. 500 years of this torture of Azriel loving her when Mor barely gave him scraps. He understood why Mor never reciprocated his feelings; he knew he wasn’t worthy enough. Azriel had known that for a long time yet, he lost control and was ready to kill for her. He could not care less that he almost killed Eris, what bothered him was the disappointment he saw in your eyes. Azriel wasn’t sure why he cared but he did. When you told him to stop, he listened and his shadows didn’t give him much choice, they were screaming at him to let go of Eris.

Cassian leaned forward, to get a better look at the sapphires around your neck. “Your siphons-- they look different now than from earlier today,” observed Cassian. The jewels looked like regular gemstones, they weren’t gleaming or thrumming with power.

You nodded, “Azriel told me about your Illyrian siphons, they’re similar but work a little differently. Since I’m half High Fae, I have trouble controlling my powers so Nuan helped me with a device that can help me control them. These sapphires are what helped me avoid detection for many years.” You willed the power into the jewels and once they started to glow, there was a noticeable dampening of your power felt in the room. Rhysand visibly relaxed and you let out a laugh and shook your head. “I told you not to worry!”

The whispers were getting louder, and you snuck a look at Azriel, his shadows were swarming around him. Cassian and the others took no notice, they must be used to Azriel’s shadows.

Rhysand perched himself on the arm of the couch before surveying you. “Since we’re allies now, what exactly are your powers? Can you heal?”

You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This was it. You were finally able to talk about the real you and you could practically feel the weight lift off your shoulders. “I can heal almost as well as Thesan but what I excel at is poison and sickness. I can plague bodies with physical illness, what you saw today… that was harmless.”

“Your power—if feels dark,” murmured Feyre.

A wry smile etched on your lips. “It is dark magic. It’s strange to have the ability to save a life and end it, that’s why I need to stay upbeat and energetic. If I don’t, that dark half of my power can consume me. It happened toward the beginning of Amarantha’s reign, I was so dangerous, and in my head, the Peregryn warriors had to carefully plan an intervention to save me from myself.”

The buzzing of Azriel's shadows was distracting, you leaned and turned away from Azriel to make sure you would be able to hear any of their questions.

“How powerful are you?” asked Cassian.

“Thesan thinks I’m powerful enough to bring down armies or at least weaken them to their knees. However, that’s just a theory. I haven’t had the opportunity to see the extent of what I could do. I’ve been in small battles but never participated in an actual war. The Peregryns and I have been practicing how to fight as a unit,” you said. “Since we’re on the topic of my abilities, it’s also important to know about my blood.”

Morrigan’s eyes flashed in curiosity. “What about it?”

“Direct contact with my blood is harmless but if I intend to use it as poison, one drop could kill us all.”

Feyre looked at you with a mix of fear and admiration, but the males and Mor were grinning, they were ecstatic to have an asset like you on their side. Cassian started excitedly asking about how Peregryns fought, and you had just as many questions about the Illyrian fighting style.

It was strange to see you converse with his family. Everyone was usually stand-off-ish when it came to the Inner Circle, but you walked into the room and fitted yourself like you were the missing piece in their jigsaw puzzle. The shadows wanted to get closer and have a look at your white and gold feathers, but Azriel reigned them, he was sure you’d go berserk if you saw a wisp coming toward you. They were excited about your revelation, fascinated by that power that rolled off you and that was all they could talk about. Some of his shadows were complimenting how pretty you looked, and he agreed with them, you were stunning, and he thought you looked even better with your wings.

You were subtly glowing as you answered all the questions his family was asking you. Mor was absolutely entranced by the Golden Warrior; it was her first time meeting you and Azriel could tell she wanted to be friends. She leaned closer to admire your sapphires and commented that Amren would die of jealousy if she saw you wearing that necklace. Azriel agreed, Amren might even be tempted to steal it if it wasn’t for the poison that ran through your blood. Even Nesta who went straight to her room the moment they arrived, popped her head out to see all the commotion. He saw the two of you make eye contact before coolly nodding at each other.

Mor was about to ask another question but stopped when you grimaced. You peered at Azriel to see his shadows swarming and buzzing, even if their words were incoherent, they were so loud. The sound of dozens of voices hissing over one another drifted from Azriel to you.

“What’s wrong?” asked Cassian.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but how are you not distracted right now?”

They all stared at you as if they had no idea what you were talking about. You lifted your chin toward Azriel whose shadows go still. His lips parted as his hazel eyes looked at you in alarm.

“The shadows—they were getting noisy,” you explained. “I don’t know how any of you could concentrate.”

Azriel felt his knees start to buckle, in his 500 years he was the only one who could hear his shadows. The shadows were slowly hovering around him, they lowly whispered to each other wondering why you could hear them. They had no idea how to react to being heard by anyone other than Azriel, so they continued to watch, one wisp was brave enough to wander close to you.

Everyone’s jaws dropped, staring as if you were an alien creature with two heads.

“You can hear them?” exclaimed Rhysand. “Can you understa—”

Rhysand was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Before anyone could move to open it, the door swung open to reveal a smiling Helion, no remnants of the jackass façade he had during the meeting.

“Oh! That’s my cue to leave, I’m sure you and Rhysand have much to talk about,” you said as you stood up. “Have a good night!” You inclined your head toward the High Lord of Day who smiled at you.

“I just returned from speaking with Thesan, my Lady,” he said taking your hand and pressing a lingering kiss on top. “I look forward to our future partnership.”

You snorted but that didn’t stop the wink you threw at the handsome High Lord as your wing brushed past him. The moment you left and shut the door, Rhysand threw a silencing glamour around the room and then the chaos erupted.

“WHAT THE HELL IS SHE?” bellowed Cassian. “WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Oh, my gods,” muttered Feyre.

Nesta, who had stood by the door of her room to come to see and listen to you was also stunned. She had not known Azriel for long, but she knew he was powerful, so powerful that sometimes Rhysand was terrified of his spymaster. By the reactions of her sister and her mate’s family, this was significant.

“Cauldron boil me!” exclaimed Morrigan as her eyes darted to the shadowsinger. “Azriel…” said Mor speaking to him for the first time since he attacked Eris. “Did you know she could do that?”

Azriel numbly shook his head, he hadn’t looked away from the door you left in. His brain replayed every interaction he’s ever had with you. It made sense now, every time the shadows were rowdy, you’d look over at him. It explained why you’ve been able to catch him every time he sent his shadows to spy, it’s because you could hear them. His mind flashed back to the image of you covered in golden armor, your hands glowing as he felt that raw power rolling off you.

Azriel thought his head was going to explode, you should be a threat to him, but Azriel didn’t feel that way. You had left the room making him feel vulnerable, yet somewhere deep within him, he didn’t mind that you could hear them. As if hearing his shadows made him feel less alone, like you would understand that darkness within him.

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The shadowsinger always fancied a drink after dinner, whether it was tea, coffee, or whiskey, he always had a drink. He preferred to stay seated at the dining room table or lounge on a couch, but Azriel could no longer stand to be in the same room as Helion and Mor. The faint smell of their lust as they eyed each other made Azriel want to vomit. So, before he could see them enter Mor’s bedroom together, Azriel stood up to leave and Cassian who shared a look with Rhysand, followed the shadowsinger. They stepped onto the balcony and without a word, the two brothers unfurled their wings and took to the skies.

He needed to get Mor out of his head, so his mind immediately shifted to you. You had told his family so much about your powers but there was still an air of mystery around you. As Azriel and Cassian flew above the Palace and towards the surrounding mountains, Cassian began to talk about you knowing exactly what Azriel needed to get his mind off Morrigan. The general had started to gush about how strong and commanding you seemed. Cassian also said that your bluntness might be your only downfall, but your strong feminine body made up for it. He knew Cassian was only joking but a low rumble erupted from his chest, he didn’t like how his brother fawned over your appearance. Cassian took one look at your bare back and let his filthy thoughts stream through. Azriel wasn’t sure why he was having these irrational possessive thoughts about someone he had just met; you weren’t even flirtatious with him. Most of the times you’ve spoken with Azriel was because you were angry at him. Consumed by today’s events, Azriel didn’t even notice he and Cassian were already making their way back to the castle.

Dressed in loose cotton pants and a simple shirt, you wandered into your favorite courtyard and lounged in the seating area. The breeze was crisp, so you used your wings to block out the chill. The romance book you were reading was just getting interesting when you felt a strong gust of wind, a second later, two booming thuds were heard behind you. Closing your book, you twist to see the tall and menacing forms of the Illyrian General and Spymaster. Cassian gave you a wave as he strode closer, but Azriel’s feet were planted on the spot, he wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.

You give Cassian an easy smile before your eyes rove over to Azriel, his shadows poised and quiet as they watch you.

“I’ll have you know, shadowsinger, that I’m no longer pissed off that you used your shadows on my court. But I am annoyed and slightly offended that you thought you needed to scope the place beforehand. What kind of hosts would we be if we allowed such violence on neutral grounds?” you said with a teasing smile.

You were too mentally exhausted to stay mad at Azriel, you understood that it was his job, but it still irked you that he decided to go against your wishes. He had deemed your warning non-threatening but that was before he knew who you were, what you could do to him. Cassian made his way to the bench across from you, he smirked as he waited for his brother's response.

Azriel started making his way toward you and his brother, he settled into the chair closest to you. “I was just doing my job,” huffed Azriel. He was still wary despite your relaxed state, he thought you were going to throw your book at him now that neither of their High Lords was there to disapprove of her.

You knew that was all you were going to get from the shadowsinger. With a wave of your hand, tea and pastries appeared on the coffee table. You asked them if they fancied a midnight snack and they both dove in, Cassian reaching for a scone while Azriel poured tea into everyone’s cups. The conversation was light at first but then the General couldn’t help but ask you more questions about the Peregryn warriors. You reassured him that under Callon’s command, the warriors were well prepared. You caught Cassian staring at your scars multiple times, you wanted to turn away, but you forced yourself not to.

“It was a Bogge,” you whispered. “I’m sure your friends have already told you my altered version of the story, but I was the one that killed it. It almost blinded me, but I tore it apart and paid the price with these scars. I try not to get bothered by it, it’s a symbol of how much I’ll endure protecting my court and Prythian.”

Cassian’s cheeks turned red, he never meant to offend or embarrass you. He should’ve been more subtle, if Mor was here, she would’ve ripped him apart.

Azriel’s cold eyes snapped to his brother, what an idiot, he thought. He spotted you ever so slightly angling your scarred side away from the males. Sympathy burst through him as his gaze flickered down toward his own hands.

“It cost you nothing,” blurted Azriel. His voice was so rich and earnest, you fully faced the shadowsinger and looked at him. “If anything, it adds to your beauty… a noble and fierce warrior graces your features, my Lady.”

The smoothness of his words surprises you and are left with a blush spreading across your cheeks. “Thank you,” you murmured. You made the mistake of looking into his eyes, they were a lovely mixture of greens and browns, even a few gold specks scattered around. His gaze was so soft that a wave of comfort washed over you and you sighed. A part of you was pleased the shadowsinger found you pretty and you didn’t like that, so you shoved your emotions down and smothered them. You cleared your throat and waved a hand, a good bottle of amber liquor and 3 crystal glasses materialized in front of you.

“I broke out the good stuff for us today, my friends,” you continued as if you didn’t have a moment with Azriel. “I’m trying to get you Illyrians drunk so I can find out more of the juicy secrets about your people and Court.”

Cassian eyed the both of you and hid the smirk he had regarding his observations about the pair in front of him. He knew he was right when he guessed something was brewing between you two. Pouring the liquid into the glass, Cassian slyly grinned at you. “That’s if you can keep up with us.”

Six glasses of whiskey later, you and the Illyrians were buzzed and were acting like you’ve known each other for years. If you were human, you would’ve been drunk or maybe even blacked out, but it was not the case for three warrior Fae packed with muscles. Your trio went back and forth between asking serious and nonsensical questions, one moment laughing at some stupid story from their teenage years to concentrating on Cassian’s demonstration of different types of battle strategy using the cups and utensils as models. You were itching to ask them a question and you were finally brave enough to ask.

“I heard that Illyrians clipped their female’s wings, and don’t let them train. Is that true?”

Azriel and Cassian stiffened, it was something that deeply shamed the two of them. Azriel hated the ways of his people so much that he sometimes hated to be referred to as an Illyrian. Almost nothing good came into people's heads when they heard the name.

“When Rhysand became High Lord, he banned wing clipping and made it illegal, but these camps are filled with old, rough, close-minded Illyrians. They don’t value females, they think they’re only good for cleaning, cooking, and breeding. We’ve been doing anything we can to put a stop to it.”

You made a face as you sipped on the drink in your hand. You hated to hear these stories. It was so different from the culture of Dawn, females whether High Fae, Peregryn, or faerie were treated equally.

“They’re resistant to change so every once in a while, we’ll get reports of wing clippings happening in the modern day,” continued Cassian. “Only a handful of camps allow females to train but most of the females are too scared in fear of repercussions from their fathers. Recently, there was a case where two teenagers decided they wanted to train, and the males of their families punished them by clipping their wings.”

A shiver runs down your back and it makes the feathers in your wings ruffle. Tucking them close and feeling protective over your feathers you looked at the two males with fire in your eyes.

“Were they taken care of?”

Azriel meets your gaze and nods. “Wing clipping is punishable by death… they got what they deserved.”

Your eyes darkened at the thought, the last fifty decades flashed through your mind. The things you’ve done to keep your court in line would make the toughest of assassin’s shiver. Sometimes harsh punishment was the only thing that could control the evil that lurked.

“Good,” your voice was filled with approval. You run a hand through the gold-tipped feathers. “I would rather die than lose my wings.”

The two Illyrians voiced their agreement, their wings were their life. The idea of losing that freedom that allowed them to soar through the skies made them instinctively shift their bat-like wings toward their bodies.

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the easy-going banter you and the males have developed but you were feeling very friendly. The three of you had shared a vulnerable part of yourselves and it felt nice that you were finally expanding your friendships to another court. Prior to becoming friends with Tarquin and his royal cousins, Dawn Court was all you ever knew so it was nice to socialize with people from different courts and backgrounds.

The two males were engaged in their quiet conversation as you lay down on the large ottoman. You gazed at the starry night sky and sighed in contentment as your wings splayed outwards and drooped to the floor. Azriel’s attention shifted to you, admiring the flush of your cheeks and the dim glow that radiated from your body. He liked how different your wings were from his. Yours were soft-looking white feathers which were slightly different from the other Peregryn’s wings, yours were tipped in gold. He wondered if it was because of your blood relation to past High Lords.

You replayed today’s events when you suddenly remembered Azriel’s reaction to Mor getting insulted. He was so angry he was almost unrecognizable. Azriel was so deep in thought that he jolted when he realized your sharp gaze was on him.

“Eris is a dick, he shouldn’t have said that to her,” the clarity of your voice cut through the air. “Are you feeling better after your little outburst?”

“He’s lucky I didn’t kill him today,” replied Azriel. His voice turned icy as he thought of the Autumn heir.

You studied the handsome shadowsinger next to you. “Are you and Mor… involved with each other?”

Cassian winced. Just when he thought Azriel was distracted, you had asked him the worst possible question. He warily looked at his brother who wore a perfect mask of calmness.

“It’s complicated… centuries of complicated feelings,” admitted Azriel. Cassian tried his best not to balk, he couldn’t believe Azriel answered you. He hated to talk about his feelings with Mor.

Finishing your drink, your mind buzzed at his confession. You were right, Azriel did have feelings for the beautiful blonde. A pang of jealousy fleets through you and without thinking, you blurt out, “That sounds fucking exhausting. You should get over her.”

The two Illyrians looked at you with wide eyes, a second later, Cassian’s deep laugh filled the air. Azriel’s lips quirked at the sight of your shock that you had said that out loud. Thesan wasn’t lying when he said you needed courtier training. Azriel hoped this part of you would never change, it was refreshing, and who could fault you for telling the truth? You were right, loving Mor was exhausting, and he was slowly learning he needed to do so for his sanity.

Cassian had no plans of getting back to the guest suite, he did not want to hear Mor and Helion through the walls. Feeling antsy in the courtyard, he needed a different type of relaxation, he asked you if there were any places for nightlife close by and you recommended a popular Peregryn tavern. He invited you and his brother to move the party elsewhere but both of you were content to sit and continue drinking.

Once alone with the shadowsinger, a sigh left your lips. “I’m sorry for being blunt earlier. It was none of my business.” Your thumbs nervously fiddled against each other.

Azriel shrugged, “Don’t worry about it.”

He said nothing more and you internally cringed, you really had to be more mindful of what you said. You glanced toward Azriel who was looking up at the sky, his shadows calmly swirling around him.

“Your shadows… are they with you all the time? Like in the bath? Flying? With a lover?” You cursed your loose inhibitions for asking that last question.

The corners of his mouth lifted as he examined your relaxed form draped over the seat. He still can’t get over the stark difference between the female in front of him and the one that threatened all the High Lords and their courtiers. “I can hide my shadows but most of the time, they go where I go. Even with a lover.”

His voice lowered in pitch making heat spread all over your body. You could feel your face get flushed, and when you glanced at him, the smirk he had on his absurdly handsome face made you squirm. Azriel admired the deep blush that colored your features, he thought you looked lovely. Delight bloomed in his chest, he was pleased he got you to blush.

“Speaking about lovers, I couldn’t help but notice how close you were to High Lord Tarquin today.”

Surprised laughter bubbled from your lips, “He’s a friend.”

“You stopped him and his cousins from making snarky remarks to Cassian. Only a lover has enough influence to control a High Lord like that,” said Azriel.

“I don’t do love and relationships,” you said tucking your wings together and sitting up on the ottoman.

His eyebrow arched, “No lovers?” Curiosity coursed through him, he had to know if you were with Tarquin or anyone else.

“Of course, I have lovers. Just never with the same person, it’s too vulnerable….” You weren’t sure why you admitted that to him, this was usually something you kept to yourself. The less people know about that part of your life, the better. “I don’t do love. Well, at least romantic love anyway. Love makes you vulnerable and I don’t like that. I can’t be like that.”

Azriel was shocked by your firm and sure tone, he couldn’t imagine thinking like that. Love was always something Azriel desired, he’d been patiently waiting for someone to love him for centuries. It was all he ever wanted, and he couldn’t believe the words that came out of your lips.

Breathing deeply, he made sure his features were still cool and neutral. “Why?” He watched your eyebrows furrow, and your eyes go blank as you relived a memory. Your lips twitched downward for a few seconds before you blinked rapidly and looked at him.

“Because of my parents,” you said short and clipped.

You offered nothing but silence after that and Azriel knew not to push further. There was still a slight frown, and he had the overwhelming urge to reach out and comfort you. Azriel reached for the crystal glass instead and took another swig as the silence settled. Your gaze followed his movements and settled on the scarred hands that gripped the cup. His hands were nice despite the scars, his fingers were long, and his nails were neat and trimmed. You found yourself studying every ridge and dip that marred his tan skin.

“What happened to your hands?” you asked.

He fought the urge to tuck his hands behind his back. “My family,” he said simply. You inhaled sharply and merely nodded, you wanted to ask how his family could do that to him, but you didn’t know him enough to ask such a personal question.

A shadow curled around Azriel’s ear and whispered, he smiled as he heard the other shadows eagerly agreeing and whirring in anticipation.

“Can you actually hear my shadows?”

Sitting up, you hear their fast chatting, and you homed in on one particularly enthusiastic shadow that snaked up his arm to his ear. “That one seems to be very excited about something,” you said pointing to the wisp. “I wish I understood what it was saying.”

Azriel’s cheeks flushed with red, he was glad you couldn’t understand them, the shadow was raving about how beautiful you and your wings were. “If you understood them, that’d make you a shadowsinger.” He tried to speak as smoothly as he could. His mind buzzed as the alcohol thrummed in his veins. “The world would be a dangerous place if you ran around with your poisonous blood and shadowsinging abilities, little dove.”

Your nose crinkled. “Did you just fucking call me ‘little dove’? I am not little, and I am not a dove. How would you feel if I called you ‘baby bat’?” You challengingly stared at him but a small, drunken part of you was preening at the term of endearment. Azriel uncharacteristically pouted and a smirk formed on your lips. “I thought so.”

Azriel stood up to tower over you. “But you are little.”

“I am not that little! You’re just a behemoth of a male!” you said scrambling to stand up to your full height, stumbling a little. The action did nothing to prove your point, Azriel’s stature dwarfed you. Huffing, you flexed your wings outward. “At least my wingspan is bigger than yours!”

His chest puffed out, “No one’s wingspan is bigger than mine,” said Azriel. He lets his wings flare out in demonstration.

You moved closer to him looking at the membranous wings and the symmetrical talons that jutted out on one of the apexes. “I doubt that,” you said spreading the feathered wings out. With disregard for personal space and the scent of cedar and night intoxicating you, the tips of your fingers reached out and traced the soft leather up to a joint.

Azriel inhaled sharply.

He didn’t know what to do. You moved too fast, and by the time he realized you were touching him, his nerves were already on fire. He gently grasped your hand before pulling you away, the feel of your skin against his made heat pool onto his body.

“Please don’t touch my wings…they’re sensitive.” His voice was low and strained.

Your eyebrows scrunched together; you were about to ask what he meant until his scent hit you like a ton of bricks. It was the same wonderful cedar and night-chilled mist but there was something extra—it was musky and irresistible. Your eyes snapped up when you realized what it meant, his cheeks were red, but his eyes were focused on you.

“I’m so sorry,” you stammered. “I should’ve asked—Peregryn’s don’t mind people touching their wings. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

You would be lying to yourself if the smell of his lust wasn’t affecting you as well. Pulling your hand away from his, you took a step back and sat back down even though it was tempting to move closer, to see where it could lead. It’s been a while since you’ve been with a male. You blinked as your mind cleared a little, something deep within knew it would be a bad idea to start something with Azriel. Reaching for a glass of water, you chugged it trying to drown an intrusive thought of what kind of tattoos Azriel had on his muscular chest.

It was too late; your own scent of lust was thrown into the gentle wind. Azriel’s eyes darkened as he inhaled the sweet lilac and the woodsy undertone that wafted off you. The two of you stared at each other in a lust-filled stupor, pupils dilated. Everything within you was screaming to reach out for him, to move closer but you didn’t budge. Deep down, you knew if you kissed him, you would want to come back for more and that would be unacceptable.

“I-uh, just remembered I need to discuss something with Thesan,” you said backing up toward the doors that lead inside. It was such a blatant lie; it was past midnight, and most people were sleeping. “I’ll—uh see you tomorrow.”

Your legs weren’t cooperating, and you weren’t getting away from Azriel fast enough. He was still looking at you with those gorgeous hazel eyes when you mustered enough concentration to winnow yourself inside the Palace leaving Azriel standing there in confusion. You sagged against the wall, but that burning desire was still there, and you needed to fix that before you winnowed back to the courtyard. With your head still in a haze, you found yourself walking toward the guest suites and before you knew it, you let yourself into Summer Courts suite. Cresseida who was reading by a faelight, got into an offensive stance from your sudden intrusion. She relaxed once she realized it was just you. She was about to ask you a question but then smelled the flowery and woodsy scent from you, she snorted and pointed to the bed chamber at the end of the hall.

“I better not hear a peep from the both of you or else I’ll make sure our alliance ends tonight,” joked the princess.

“I make no promises,” you said sending her a wink.

The High Lord must have heard the conversation or smelt you because Tarquin’s door swung open to reveal an already smirking High Lord. What made your eyes darken was the sight of Tarquin shirtless and loose pants hanging low on his hips.

“This is the last time,” you stated.

His grin widened. “You said that before but look where you are now.”

A growl emitted from your chest as you shoved him into his room. He grabbed your waist and bent to kiss your neck, he stopped before he could press his lips against your skin. “You smell like Night Court and lust,” he growled. “What are you running from, my lady?”

You unwrapped your arms around his torso and leaned back to look into his striking blue eyes. “There’s too much talking happening right now. Do you want this? Yes, or no?”

Tarquin immediately dropped the subject and started to undress you. “Gods, yes.”

***

Cold sweat rolled from your head as you woke with a start. You warily looked around and sighed in relief knowing you were no longer in that wretched cold, dark cellar. After your little tryst with Tarquin, you went back to your room because you prefer to sleep alone. Cuddling was too intimate for you, no matter how hard males tried to get you to stay the night, no one could. But for the first time, you wished someone was next to you, the dream, or rather a vision, chilled you to the bone.

You dreamt of the little boy again, this dream felt more real and visceral than any of the others. His cries were louder, and you could swear you could feel his pain. This time, you were in the far corner of his cell and could see the boy more clearly, there was enough moonlight to see familiar batlike wings protruding from his back. What made you gasp in horror and shocked you awake was the sight of the red healing skin atop the child's hands.

The little boy was Azriel.

You have no idea why you’ve been dreaming of him but the chill that ran down your spine was all that occupied your thoughts. You felt his dread and pain, and the very thought of his wounds brought tears to your eyes. Just hours ago, Azriel told you that his family did that to him, never in your darkest thoughts did you think they would do this to a child. Your heart ached for the little boy in the cellar, the only comfort you had was the fact that he had grown up to be strong and successful. The urge to walk up to Azriel’s room was strong, you wanted to talk to him about it and ask him what happened, but you stopped yourself. You weren’t even sure if this boy was real, and if you dreamt of scarred hands only because you asked Azriel about them.

The thing is, you had a gut feeling this was real, you were having visions rather than dreams. Trying to explain this to Azriel would be too much, you didn’t even understand what was happening yourself. This was something you needed to ask Thesan, he was much wiser and would know about things like this. Wrapping a blanket around your shoulders, you padded onto your balcony and sat on a floor cushion. The sadness for Azriel slowly seeped away as you looked at the stars above you. You stared into the night sky until the warmth of Dawn welcomed you.

***

The meeting chamber was immaculate, with no remnants of shattered wood from yesterday’s chaos. Your wings were out, and the Peregryn’s hooted and hollered as you jokingly modeled the plunging golden tulle gown that accentuated your waist. Thesan chuckled as he approached you, he and Callon looked just as sleep deprived as you. You highly doubted Callon had any sleep, he was probably out flying all night keeping watch of the Palace as Thesan roamed the halls doing the same thing. You offered to keep watch with the other warriors, but Thesan insisted that you relax.

The footsteps of a court approaching the meeting chamber had you and Thesan sharing a look as if to say, here we go again. Your back straightened out and the demeanor of the High Lord and his second graced the room. You and Thesan glowed brightly as you greeted Winter and Spring. The goosebumps on your skin rose when you heard the whispers of Azriel’s shadows. A few moments later, he appeared with his court, and you can’t help but stare at him. Your eyes flickered to the Illyrian’s scarred hands and a wave of sadness washed over you. It felt strange to know that the little boy you cried for and wanted to protect was Azriel, a menacing male whose siphons glowed as he kept a watchful eye on everyone.

His hazel eyes meet yours and you suddenly remember your awkward exit last night where you left him flustered in the courtyard. All traces of sadness for the spymaster were replaced by mortification. He must have thought the same thing too because slight red tinted his cheeks. You said hello to Rhysand and Feyre and led them to the assigned chairs, away from Autumn and Spring.

The atmosphere was still awkward and hostile from certain guests but at least no punches were thrown. Your presence ensured no physical fights were to happen but that didn’t stop the dramatics brought on by the High Lords. There were multiple times you had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes because of how they were acting. You were all listening to Beron spout bullshit when you noticed Nesta swaying in the corner of your eye. Feyre, Mor, and Cassian flocked to her when she started vomiting, they propped on her side as she heaved from nausea. Helion casts his magic onto Nesta as your cousin places a glowing hand on her skin. They both shook their heads when they could not find the answer to her sudden illness.

You made your way to Nesta and placed a hand on her damp forehead. “It’s not poison,” you confirmed. “Something has to be affecting- “

That was when you all felt it, a sense of dread spread in your gut as a pulse of power overwhelmed you. The earth quaked and the air tremored and a split second later, the impact came and shook the Palace and the other mountains that surrounded you. Callon threw himself over Thesan and there was so much chaos that you didn’t realize Azriel had lunged for you as struggled to stabilize yourself. His arm braced around your shoulders as you both hunkered towards the ground. You tucked your wings inward on instinct and looked at Azriel who looked at you with panic in his eyes.

The ground continued to rumble and your efforts to look for structural damage were blocked by Azriel’s wings. Your already big eyes widened further as you took notice of the thin membranous leather. It’s an incredibly intimate and vulnerable act for a winged fae to use their wings to cover someone. Your shock was cut short by the sudden stillness and yelling of Callon barking orders to the warriors. Azriel pulled his wings back swiftly and helped you stand up as you looked around to find your cousin safe, the next thing you did was scan the room to assess any damage.

Azriel’s head spun as he slowly released you from his protective hold. The second the ground shook, his instincts led him to protect you, not his High Lord or Lady but you. He looked down to see you blinking up at him with your lips slightly parted, it was as if you were also shocked by his choices. Both of your focus snapped toward Rhysand who has used his power to discover that Hybern had used the Cauldron to take down the wall.

Everything moved fast from that point, all the High Lords were eager to get back to their courts to check on their people. Thesan promised that he would have Nuan’s faebane compound delivered in two days. He turns to Rhysand and tells him that the Peregryn legions will join the Illyrians in the skies. Cassian and Callon, the commanders of their court's army shook hands to formally recognize the alliance.

Azriel was always good at suppressing his feelings but this time he didn’t bother hiding his distress as he looked at the beautiful white and gold winged faerie in front of him. Prythian was going to war and from the numbers he’d seen when he scouted Hybern, it was going to take multiple allies and a miracle to win this war. He knew you were powerful, but he also knows you’ve never been and lived through a war. This was going to be traumatic for everyone, especially you and the younger warriors. A horrible feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he thought of all the death and carnage that was to come.

The somber look on your face tells him that you were thinking about this too, he could tell you were trying to keep a neutral expression in front of your court and warriors. But one look into your eyes was enough to tell him you were terrified. He gave you a small reassuring nod, but he knew that would do nothing to ease your worry. He hoped the Cauldron would bless them all, Prythian was going to war.

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𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻 @lovelyartemisa.

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏! High Lord of the Summer Court <3 He possesses a lot of warmth and kindness; some other High Lords see it as a weakness/vulnerability, but Tarquin believes in a better future. He's diplomatic like you and having a similar personality means you understand each other on a deeper level.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

One of the reasons why everyone thought your mating bond with Tarquin wasn't real, was due to your abilities. Heralding from the Winter Court, you're royalty and the power of ice flows strong through your veins.

But the Summer Court didn't need another Fae ruler who could heal or manipulate water. There were already many of High Fae who defended the Court with those abilities. But bringing new defences? That makes sense.

You can freeze any liquid, but the easiest to manipulate is of course, water. You can lower the temperature around you, creating ice out of the Summer Court's ocean if you so wished. Or create bridges, ice skating rinks, lower someone's temperature when they're ill etc.

The limits are only bound to your imagination.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Romantic as all hell, flowers everyday. Sometimes they're arrangements, other times he'll pluck one from the garden and put it behind your ear "A flower for my flower," he says while leaning down and kissing your cheek.

Your chambers (which you share obviously) are very open and overlook the shining waters of the beach. The water even glows at night.

Very close to Cresseida, Tarquin's older sister. She was very tough to get to know, but once she saw you as a loyal friend, there's nothing that will stop her from defending you.

Your relationship with Tarquin was difficult. Coming from a different Court and being a prominent figure in Prythian, your mateship with Tarquin was frowned upon.

However, Tarquin and yourself would let nothing from keeping you apart. You're mates afterall.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I'm Kissing You by Des'ree

Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino

Sirens by Ludwig Goransson

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Emotional Support Animal In Fae Form

Romeo (Tarquin) x Juliet (You) (but with ... less death)

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Tarquin)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love Conquers All

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your diplomacy; he loves that you don't act or react harshly. Instead you think things through, take your time to respond. It makes for the two of you to be a great and powerful couple - bridges can be amended and relationships mended.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Cresseida; the one who will fight anyone who talks badly about you. Like having scary dog privledges. I see her as the Amren of the Summer Court.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Elain and Feyre; the youngest Archeron sister does have passion but it isn't blind rage like Nesta. It has a purpose - it's directed and with reason. Like Elain, you have a soft side, one that people are drawn to.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

White like the snow from the Winter Court, Hilde is a fierce companion. She tails you wherever you go, loves the beach and splashing in the water. Although her coat is for the colder weather, your abilities come in handy for that.

She was a gift when you were younger; a protector for when you were alone in the castle. In a way, she's been your personal body guard for years.

𝐓𝐎𝐆

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒂𝒗𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍! The eldest of the three matches and by far the most mature. I'm not sure if you noticed, but with your other two, I matched you with younger ... more youthful men. Not childish by any means, but they're still blooming - still coming into themselves. But Gavriel is already at full maturity; he's experienced and fully developed. He's the type to guide you while the others are experiencing things with you. Also, he 10000% gives you the princess treatment.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Your ability is having a connection with animals. Be able to hear their thoughts in your mind. You can speak to any animal you wish - from an ant to a bear.

Fenrys is constantly making the same joke about how you befriended the cadre because of your powers. That you could use your animal whisper to attract Gavriel. It usually earns a light smack on the arm.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Many, many forehead touches. Although he does have to lean down and you have to stand on your tippy toes.

From the start he never thought he deserved you. He could feel the mating bond, but he knew he had too much baggage. Surely there was a mistake? But you broke down that thinking. You showed him your nature and his eyes were opened.

Has a blacksmith handcraft a ring for you, as a reminder of his eternal and undying love for you. It was a present for your first birthday since knowing you

Was a bit shy to introduce you to Aedion. He was worrying that you wouldn't like each other, or that ... there was a possibility that the two of you had been ... intimate in some way or another.

His worries were squashed because you had never met Aedion; you were left at Mistward when you were seven.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I Need A Man To Love by Janis Joplin

El Tango De Roxanne

Style by Bryan Adams

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Complete badass (Gavriel) x Their Sweetheart Who Is Slowly Learning To Wield A Sword (You)

Always Honest, Never Lies (You) x Quiet Who Constantly Shakes Their Head At Other’s Honesty (Gavriel)

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Intertwined Destinies

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

That you have a limit to someone's bullshit. You give chances and forgive, but you aren't weak nor blind. When you've had enough, then that person is cut off. A person is either on your good side or bad side.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Lysandra; you love when she shifts into her other forms, especially the furry kinds. You love cuddling up to her, and she loves it too. When Gavriel can't find you, he knows exactly where you are - taking a midday nap with Lysandra after stuffing your faces with chocolate.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Elide is very similar to your personality. I think you're a bit more gentler than her, but your bite can be a bit nastier.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Rose (she told you her name), is a beautiful deer who doesn't want to be anywhere but beside you. She became very attached when you saved her from being eaten and has eternal gratitude.

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏! Loyal, golden-hearted, sweet-natured yet ready to throw down at a moments notice. He's a lot like a golden retriever in a way, one with a very high protective level.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Rare and incredibly useful to the Asteri, your power is that you can contact other realms; like a goddess speaking to another planet. You can see into their thoughts, understand their customs and know their language. But it takes a toll on you.

Once you had beautiful, normal fae eyes. (Blue/Brown/Green etc), but now you constantly have white eyes. And from time to time can hear voices.

Unlike Bryce who can physically travel to a different dimension, you are only doing so with your mind - seeing it all through your mind's eye.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ithan get jealous easily, but doesn't like to show it. He knows he can trust you wholeheartedly; you're always honest with each other.

He wasn't there when you escaped the Asteri. By then, you had a lot of issues because they used your powers too much. Not liking big crowds or loud noises, you isolated yourself.

Found by Juniper, who brought you to Bryce, who basically became your big sister. She looked after you utterly and completely. Well ... that was until Ithan came to her apartment one afternoon.

On your first year anniversary of your mate-bond, he had no clue what to get you. Nothing seemed good enough. But with the help of Bryce, he bought you this necklace. From a trusted warlock, he enchanted it to help you with controlling certain aspects of your powers.

Loves listening to music with you - laying on the floor together and feeling the rhythm, the lyrics, the beat. But his absolute favourite activity is making you laugh.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The King by Sarah Kinsley

Underground by Cody Fry

One More Hour by Tame Impala

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Oblivious (You) x Constantly admiring them (Ithan)

Big Dumb (Ithan) x Small Smart (You)

Acts Then Thinks (Ithan) x Thinks Before They Act (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love At First Sight / First Love

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

The fact that you're so loyal that he doesn't have to think twice about telling you anything highly secret. Not only are you mates, but you're best friends. You can tell each other anything.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Bryce, hands down without a doubt. You and her have a specific bond. She's like an older sister to you; a sibling like relationship where she cares for your well-being and will do anything to save you. But also likes to 'bully' you from time to time.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Juniper and Hypaxia; gentle, intelligent. I just KNOW that Hypaxia would be the perfect Ravenclaw. She's scientific but not robotic. Her brain is ticking, thinking, but her social skills aren't brilliant. And Juniper is a good friend who thinks of others.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

:') A gorgeous bunny who followed you home from the park one day. You didn't notice until fifteen minutes later when she nearly caused a car crash. Instantly you picked her up and her feet kicked out in pleasure (that's a bunny signal for happy).

She may be wild, or she might have escaped but whatever the cause, she is always ready to welcome you home.

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