#MoR 2024: Day 4

[stromuprisahat]

Of course I'm here for the music, but who would complain about a bunch of sweaty, muscular, long-haired men?

[toadeyes-miqote]

"Hello Miq'tteh." "Nyaahhh..."

WolCred week 2024 Day 1 : Warmth / Home

Feeding kitteh... Uwu.... senpai made onigiri. Yes finally Heavenswards Thancred. Yes Kabedon because some SB based injoke about hiding Hylnyan to let her rest.

[tsunami-of-tears]

Mission Accomplished

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 - Day 4 (Adventure)

Cazriel x Healer Reader

Summary: Despite the Inner Circle’s best efforts, the throuple continues to fight their affection for each other. To help things along, Rhys sends the group on a fake mission (unbeknownst to them). Of course - everything goes horribly wrong.

Pairing Masterlist

Wordcount: 1.4K

Warnings: angst; violence; injury; animal attack.

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Reader

Weeks had passed since the incident with the love potion, and you’d given up on trying to figure out where it came from.

Despite the night of passion, your relationship with Cassian and Azriel remained mostly unchanged, albeit slightly more awkward. You were grateful to still be able to call them your friends - joking around with Cassian and your quiet chats with Azriel were your favourite parts of the day. 

You felt torn. You loved both males equally and didn’t want to come between their longstanding friendship. You didn’t want to have to choose between them. 

Their visits to your clinic had gotten less frequent, but Cassian insisted you needed some basic training. 

“Let me at least teach you some self-defence,�� Cassian pouts at you for about the fiftieth time. 

You sigh, but smile as you roll your eyes. “Okay fine, it can’t hurt. But I’m no warrior, and I have no desire to be.” 

“I know, the only thing you’ve slain is my heart,” Cassian jests. “But,” he says, taking on a more serious tone, “I don’t expect you to fight in battle, I want you to be able to defend yourself if Azriel or I’m not around.”

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Rhysand 

Mor waltzes into the office and throws herself on the plush couch. “Gods… They are even dumber than we thought,” she exclaims. “I really thought the potion would get things moving.”

Rhys runs his hand through his hair. “I know,” he agrees. “I’m sending them on a training exercise. Hopefully some time away will help them figure things out.”

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Reader

You’re on your first-ever mission for the Night Court, camped deep in the forest of the Illyrian Steppes. 

You’d been informed that there were some Illyrian camps causing trouble in the area. You weren’t sure how your skills would help, but you were on standby in case anyone got injured. 

After a long day of hiking and scouting with little results, you’re setting up camp for the night. You stand over the small campfire, boiling water to sanitise your equipment. 

The loud crack of a branch breaking sounds behind you, followed by a low growl. 

You turn around slowly and find yourself face-to-face with a giant wolf. It’s enormous, towering over you. And those teeth… The sharp canines are exposed as it snarls at you. Your veins chill with fear and a sharp scream rips from your throat. 

You cautiously take a step back from the wolf, narrowly avoiding the fire. You don’t dare break eye contact. You try to stand tall, holding the only thing within reach - a ladle - brandishing it like a sword, like Azriel and Cassian taught you. 

You send a silent prayer to the Mother that one of your friends can save you before you become dinner.

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Cassian 

Cassian sprints from the other side of the clearing at the sound of your screams, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees you wielding a ladle against the angry beast. The terror in your eyes strikes something deep within him, stoking the golden embers to life inside his chest.

His soul erupts in fury, and the deep need to protect. 

A battle cry sounds from Cassian’s lips as he charges towards the wolf with his knife out.

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Azriel 

Azriel hears your scream before his shadows alert him of trouble. 

Adrenaline courses through his veins. The only thought in his mind is of saving you.  

He winnows straight to you. Right in front of the wolf. Within a second of his shadows dispersing, Azriel feels something sharp in his left side. 

He looks down and sees a hunting knife sticking out of his side, and a wide-eyed Cassian stepping back in shock.

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Reader

You feel completely helpless as you watch the scene unfold in front of you. 

One minute, Cassian was hurling his knife towards the creature. The next, Azriel had winnowed right in the path of the blade. 

The wolf turns to look at the two Illyrians, who freeze under its yellow gaze. It huffs out a breath before turning on its heel and prowling back into the forest. 

Azriel shakes his head, hand going straight to the blade protruding from his side, “I can’t believe you stabbed me.”

“You practically winnowed into my knife,” Cassian exclaims. 

“Why didn’t you go for your sword? That knife would’ve bounced right off its hide,” Azriel bristles, irritation growing under his skin. 

You leap right into action, stepping in as the tension between the males starts to rise. “Looks like you did need me here after all,” you say, trying to diffuse the situation. “Azriel, sit on that log. I’ll just gather what I need.” 

Cassian stands back with his arms folded across his chest as you work on removing the blade and patching up the wound. 

“It’s not too deep, look it’s already clotting. It might just be a bit sore tonight, but you’re going to be fine.” You attempt to give Azriel your best reassuring smile. 

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The rest of the night was strained. Both males were very quiet, only speaking in one-word responses. The silence was stifling, with the only sounds coming from the crackling fire and the scraping of cutlery on plates.

Unable to handle the creeping tension any longer, you retire to your tent early, leaving the males to work out whatever issues they have.

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Cassian 

Azriel could hardly look at Cassian, and Cassian couldn’t bear it. 

His brother was staring into the dwindling fire, as he sharpened his blades. The sharp singing of stone on metal cut through the air between them. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened,” Cassian admits. “I was overcome by this need to protect. I was blinded by fear. I had to protect Y/N.” 

Azriel finally looks up from his work, his expression unreadable before returning to sharpening his daggers.

Cassian runs his hand through his hair. He figured Azriel deserved the truth. “Y/N is my mate. The bond snapped when I saw her standing there, holding that damned ladle like it would’ve done anything.” 

Azriel freezes, a mixture of confusion and shock in his eyes. “That’s not possible,” he says softly. 

“It’s the truth, I felt it.” 

“No… The mating bond snapped for me not long after I brought her to the Night Court,” Azriel states.

“How? We can’t both be her mates, can we?”

Azriels gaze is captured by something behind Cassian. Cassian turns to see what his brother is looking at and sees Y/N standing there.

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Reader

You couldn’t sleep. 

You tossed and turned, replaying the earlier incident over and over in your head. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts by hushed voices outside your tent. The mention of your name grabs your attention, and you still your movements to glean what the males are discussing. 

“Y/N is my mate,” says an exasperated Cassian. 

Your entire world slows on its axis. 

All thoughts eddy from your mind except one - your mate. 

You quietly exit your tent, walking towards the males around the fire, when Azriel’s words stop you in your tracks. 

“The mating bond snapped for me not long after I brought her to the night court.”

Both of them. 

Both males whom you loved with all your heart were your mates. 

Was this the Cauldron’s idea of a cruel joke? 

You walk towards them, your mates, and the glimmering bond between you starts to appear. You can see the two strands coming from your heart, connecting your soul to each of the males before you. 

As if they can feel your presence, they both look up at you. 

“Y/N” Cassian murmurs, your name a prayer against his lips. 

You touch your heart as you feel the deep longing flow down the twin bonds. 

“Both of you?” you whisper.

“It’s rare, but I’ve read about similar occurrences,” Azriel admits, rising to his feet.

“But, how am I supposed to choose?” You say. Tears well in your eyes and your lip quivers at the thought of rejecting either male. 

Cassian and Azriel exchange glances and a small nod. 

“Who said anything about choosing?” Azriel asks.

“I know it’s a lot, you don’t have to decide anything here and now,” Cassian chimes in, reaching for your hand. “We’d be honoured to share you, if you’ll have us both.” Azriel steps forward, taking your other hand in his. “It won’t always be easy, but I’m willing to try for you. Truthfully, there’s no one else I’d rather be bound with,” Azriel finishes, meeting Cassian’s eye. 

The tears that threatened to spill pool over the edge of your lashes. You nod earnestly as you send all your love down the bonds to your mates. 

You pull them into a tight embrace, your bodies fitting together perfectly, like the final piece to a puzzle, the answer to a question you’d been asking your entire life. 

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Tags ♡ @littlestw01f @impossibelle @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @the-wall-willow @xasael @lilah-asteria @saltedcoffeescotch @mybestfriendmademe @therealmoonstone

[iftheshoef1tz]

Summary: Three snapshots of Eris, pianist, and Azriel, a cellist who Eris thinks he loves. Written for @erisweekofficial 2024, Day 4: Traditions | Hounds.

Rating: T

Pairing: Eris/Azriel

Notes: This is set in the same universe as Auld Lang Syne, though you don’t really need to read that one to understand this one. As the tags say, there are some references to alcoholism, including drinking in inappropriate places/times, as well as graphic depictions of music theater majors. I’m not sorry. Special thanks to @queercontrarian for reading this over quickly for me, and thanks to the very busy @acourtofladydeath for still taking the time to create the beautiful banner for this fic!

The competition weekend begins, strangely, with Mor. She hasn’t spoken to him in nearly a decade, not since the lengthy court battle and Beron’s definitely-not-suspicious death.

It’s the past, and therefore Eris doesn’t bother with it.

But Mor, she straddles the line between that non-existent past and his present when she turns to look at him. The first time she does it, he ignores her, assuming it was a passive-aggressive glare. Yes, how dare Eris Vanserra walk the hallowed halls of this conservatory; how dare he step into this sacred rehearsal hall with a face that dares to look so much like his father’s!

The second time she does it, it’s impossible to ignore. She’s doubling piccolo on this concert, and her seat is closest to Eris and the piano. She hooks her left elbow over the back of the chair at the same time she crosses her legs, one long leg hooking over her knee. Her golden hair spills over her bare arms and the flute in her hand.

Read the rest on ao3.

[emerieweekofficia]

EMERIE WEEK 2024 || MASTERLIST PART I

Day 1: Entrepreneur

🔹Arts and Commissions 🎨:

Emerie in her shop art by @positivewitch

Warrior Emerie art by greenleaf777

Emerie's future athletic wear line art by @goddessofwisdom18

Entrepreneur Emerie art commissioned by @freyjas-musings

🔹Fics, drabbles and poetry ✍️:

New beginnings by @sonics-atelier

🔹Moodboards and Others 🍀:

A light that never goes out by @spore-loser

Emerie designing clothes by @orphicauroras

Emerie's shop by @yandereplumsim

Day 2: Soul of a warrior

🔹Art and Commissions 🎨:

Valkyrie Emerie art by @positivewitch

Emerie-Carynthian art by @aggiedraws

Lethal grace art by creating_dark_art

Valkyrie art by kloartz

Emerie and Cressida commission by @c-e-d-dreamer

Emerie in gold commission by @acourtdelaluna

Valkyrie Emerie commission by @freyjas-musings

Emerie's steel by eluciensversion

Emerie in her full attire commission by @kt-reads-things

🔹Fics, drabbles and poetry ✍️:

... or at least keep going until dawn? by @achaotichuman

Clutching the earth by @sonics-atelier

🔹Moodboards and Others 🍀:

Even the Breaking couldn’t destroy Emerie's determination by @venusin-aries

Soul of steel by @spore-loser

Warrior Emerie by @highqueenmorrigan

Day 3: Past Meets Future

🔹Art and Commissions 🎨:

Emerie- past and present art by @positivewitch

Emerie as princess art by jessicailustrax

Emerie meeting spirits of her people commission by @norabraveseeker, @sanzy4 , @eluciensversion & @candybrigon

🔹Fics, drabbles and poetry ✍️:

Reflections of resilience by @sonics-atelier

🔹Moodboards and Others 🍀:

Emerie headcanon by @freyjas-musings

I'm shining like fireworks by @wizxrdpendrxgon

I didn't come this far to only come this far by @spore-loser

First Illyrian woman to win blood rite by @orphicauroras

Day 4: The Illyrian Heart

🔹Art and Commissions 🎨:

Emerie, Illyrian heart of strength art by @positivewitch

Emerie portrait by foxydraws

Emerie leading her people commission by eluciensversion

Emerie with siphons commission by @freyjas-musings

Emerie before acosf commission by @kt-reads-things

Valkyrie reborn commission by @gwynrieldefenseatty

Emerie and the Illyrian girl commission by @miseryreads

Emerie as a Viking shieldmaiden commission by bookish_art_cat

Emerie as Themis commission by @iocaisaint

🔹Fics, drabbles and poetry ✍️:

The Illyrian princess part I by @shadowqueenjude

Wings of Illyria by @sonics-atelier

🔹Moodboards and Others 🍀:

Born to make history by @spore-loser

Sometimes I imagine by @orphicauroras

Day 5: Ties Of Fate

🔹Arts and Commissions 🎨:

Emerie cuteness art by @jmoonjones

Emerie and Cressida commission by @c-e-d-dreamer

Emerie and Mor commission by @acourtdelaluna

Emerie and Mor commission by @freyjas-musings

Emerie and Mor commission by @oristian

🔹Fics, drabbles and poetry ✍️:

Catch me if you can by @sonics-atelier

🔹Moodboards and Others 🍀:

Love is the sum of our choices by @spore-loser

Part II

If we’ve forgotten your entries, please don’t hesitate to reach out or mention us.

[elrielbaby]

Here is my incredibly late entry to @elainarcheronweek 2024, for the day 4 prompt, home. I hope you enjoy, and the link to Ao3 is at the bottom 😊❤️

Elain stood in her bed chambers at the River House, almost glowing with excitement. Nuala stood behind her, buttoning up her gown as Cerridwen painted her lips a soft pink, only a shade or two deeper than her natural colour. Her cheeks had been pinched slightly, and her eyelashes elongated. It was almost time.

Nesta and Feyre sat upon the bed, watching her with an almost reverent expression on their faces. They were already dressed and prepared to go. Nesta wore a gown the colour of roses, with a high neck and full skirts that would no doubt look even more beautiful when she danced later. She loved watching Nesta dance. Feyre’s dress was midnight blue, with gossamer sleeves, and the lower parts of the dress falling in almost a whimsical fashion even seated. Both of their bouquets of white roses, violets and pink peonies sat beside them.

Nuala came to face Elain as she’d finished buttoning up her gown to stand beside her twin. They both looked at her, their eyes brimming with tears.

“You look so beautiful” Nuala whispered.

“Obviously she does. We’re the ones who made her up” Cerridwen joked.

Elain laughed and turned to face the full-length mirror that stood behind her.

She wore a white satin dress, with long sleeves inlaid with lace and a scooped neck. Her hair had been pinned up into an elaborate braid that sat on the back of her head vertically, flowers pinned into it artfully.

Nesta stood, a veil in hand. She came behind Elain to tuck it in to the top of her braid.

“I am so proud of you” She murmured into Elain’s ear as she pressed a light kiss to her cheek. Feyre came to her other side, and did the same.

“Now, lets go get you hitched”

Azriel was waiting in the garden. The River House garden to be precise. He had never been so nervous, he was fidgety, playing with his hands and pacing.

“Could you please stand still? You’re making me nervous” Cassian moaned

Azriel scoffed “Cassian, need I remind you of your behaviour during your own wedding? You almost had a break down because, if I recall correctly, someone had decorated with lilies when you had insisted upon daffodils”

Cassian rolled his eyes and muttered “Lilies play havoc with my allergies.”

The infamous Spymaster of the Night Court smiled. Cassian was the smartest idiot he knew and he loved him dearly. He realised he’d stopped pacing.

Theirs was to be a small wedding, which both he and Elain were more than content with. They had everyone they wanted there: Rhys, Cassian, Feyre, Nesta, Mor, Nyx, Amren (who had invited Varian), Nuala and Cerridwen.

The priestess who had performed Nesta and Cassian’s wedding and mating ceremony stood before them in her robes, hood largely covering her face, but the invoking stone could be made out shining proudly on her forehead.

The rest of the garden looked like a dream, in full bloom and cultivated so lovingly by his beloved. The sun was shining and just the right number of chairs were placed in a neat row on either side of a makeshift aisle.

Azriel, Cassian and Rhys all wore a similar style of suit, black pants, white shirt followed by a black jacket with a pink rose pinned to the lapels. Cassian had bemoaned being in a suit again, claiming he’d worn enough suits for this century, and bemoaned again at the flower being pinned to his jacket, claiming he’d be sneezing all throughout the ceremony. Elain had soon shut him up when in his package that had contained the suit and flower, there was a bottle of what she had called ‘allergy powder’ similar to that of the headache powder she had made for Azriel on that first solstice, when Azriel had dared to hope she might feel something for him too. He wasn’t sure whether it was her powers of foresight or that fact she just knew Cassian that prompted her to provide it for him. Most likely the latter.

Mor, Nyx in her arms, Amren and Varian arrived taking their seats on one side. Mor looked at him and beamed with pride, suddenly jumping up to give him what Azriel could only describe as a one-armed bear hug. She pulled back and looked at him, tears shone in her eyes.

“I’m so proud of you” she whispered, Nyx babbling on her hip.

There would have been a time that such affection from Mor would have his heart stuttering, pulse racing. Now he had no more affection for her than that of a sister. He had been slowly letting go of those more romantic affections for her for years of course, but then Elain came along and Azriel suddenly knew what true love was.

Elain had captured his heart from almost the moment he had met her. It had not been instant and all consuming (as it now was) but slow and gentle.

He was first struck by how beautiful she was, when they met in the human lands. That beauty had only been enhanced since she’d turned Fae, but he’d always found her beautiful.

Then he’d been struck by her gentleness, her kindness. She brought him peace in a way he’d never known and he felt like he could talk to her forever. As time passed, he was again struck by her quiet fury, her determination and her strong inclination toward the hope that things could only get better. She was wise beyond her years, observant in a way he’d only ever seen in two other people: Nuala and Cerridwen.

Slowly, that initial attraction and ease turned to friendship, and that friendship turned into something more. Azriel didn’t give two shits what anyone else said, be that some guy on the street, the Cauldron, or the Mother herself; Elain was his Mate of the soul. She was his love, and his love for her was undying. It surpassed anything Azriel had ever felt before, and he would be her husband and she his wife until his last breath.

Rhys had been wary when he’d first found out. In all honesty, he didn’t blame him. He’d never opened up to him on his feelings of a romantic nature. Rhys knew obviously, that Azriel had once loved Mor and up until very recently had thought he still did. Rhys was protective of Elain in a way, probably because she reminded him so much of his own sister. But it was more than that Azriel knew, there were too many potential fall outs that could happen if Elain and Azriel were to pursue each other. But Rhys was his brother, and his brother wanted him desperately to be happy. Once it had been put to Rhys that had the roles been reversed, and it was he and Feyre in this situation what would he do?

Azriel supposed that putting it that way to Rhys let him know how serious he really was about her. And so, Rhys came around. He was still wary of the aftermath of this, but he had told them both they would have his full support and they would meet it head on.

“I’m being summoned.” Rhys said, his head tilted in a way that told him Feyre was speaking in to his mind.

Rhys walked up to him, clasped him on the shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, then winnowed into the River House.

The music started, and petals started to fall gracefully from the trees. Azriel took a deep breath, and faced the priestess.

Rhys appeared directly in front of her beside the door into the garden.

“Are you ready?” Rhys said, holding out his arm.

Elain gave him a full grin, her eyes watery from emotion “I’ve never felt more prepared” she said.

Nuala and Cerridwen walked out first, their bouquets in hand, in their pink and purple gowns. Then Feyre and Nesta walked out, Nesta taking her spot beside Cassian who stood to Azriel’s right, Feyre next to her.

Elain and Rhys stepped out into the garden. Azriel looked so beautiful, in his suit, his hair falling in waves – she couldn’t wait to plunge her hands in to it later.

He looked at her, tears streaming down his face, which in turn set Elain crying.

They had faced so much to get here. The lies, the sneaking around, the wondering if they could ever properly be together. And here they were, in front of all those they held dear finally being able to profess their love from the very rooftops if they so wished.

They’d finally reached Azriel, the music stopping. Rhys took Elain’s hand, gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and pressed her hand into Azriel’s outstretched palm. She had eyes for only him. She stroked his thumb with hers as their hands were joined.

“Hi” she said

“Hi back,” he replied “you look more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”

He took a step closer so that he could whisper in her ear “how precious are you about the buttons on this dress?”

Elain’s cheeks heated, and she swatted him playfully on the shoulder

“You rogue” she chuckled.

The priestess cleared her throat and began.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

They exchanged vows, promising to love each other in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse – and then they made their own personal vows to one another. Azriel led the charge. His hand in hers.

“Elain. I love you, and I will love you until we are but whispers in the wind – and in that whisper you will hear the story of us, of how I loved you with every bit of my heart and my soul. I wish never to be parted from you in this life or the next. It is my dream to come home to you every night and to talk to you into the small hours about all things. Your burdens are my burdens, your cares my cares. I will love what you love, and dream what you dream. I am yours from now, until the stars wither in the sky and the sun goes cold. You are my greatest joy, for now and always.”

Elain couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. Now it was her turn.

“Azriel. I love you, and I will love you until my heart ceases beating and my lungs no longer draw enough air to speak your name. I will love you through this life, and endeavour to find you in the next. You are my home, my greatest gift. I wish for nothing more than to share a life with you, come what may. A home, children – I want it all, and I want it with you. You no longer need to carry things alone, for I am here to help you. We face this life together, and nothing or no one will stop us.”

Now they were all crying, Amren included. Even Varian appeared misty eyed.

They exchanged rings, and as their hands clasped and the priestess offered up a prayer to the mother a strange phenomenon occurred. Elain had felt an oddness in the air, not unpleasant but as if someone else were here with them. As the priestess spoke to the Mother, everyone gasped as they noticed the faint outline of a hand pressed atop Elain and Azriel’s.

The Priestess stopped. “The Mother approves of this union” she said solemnly but with all confidence. Azriel gave Elain a watery smile. He didn’t honestly care if she approved or not, but it was nice that she did.

“You are now joined as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Azriel wasted no time, both hands on the side of Elain’s face as he drew her in for a kiss. It was all their kisses rolled into one. Sweet and tender, desperate and all consuming. His tongue slid into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Cassian wolf whistled, Mor whooped. Feyre and Nesta wiped tears from their eyes and then everyone was upon them, congratulating them.

“Listen, I know all you two want to do is go home, but I’m starving and Nesta has forbade me from the wedding cake until you’ve cut it, so, please?” Cassian gave them a pleading look, Nesta nudging him with her elbow.

Elain smiled. “Lucky for you Cass, there’s a full three course meal about to be served. Then cake.”

Cass swooped down and gave her a kiss on the cheek “You’ve always been my favourite” he grinned

“Hey!” Feyre shouted, chasing him into the River House.

They ate like Kings and Queens. Prawn cocktail to start, followed by roast beef and a mountain of vegetables, then treacle sponge and custard to finish. Everyone was positively stuffed by the time the cake cutting rolled around, which Elain and Azriel tried to get to expeditiously. They loved their family but they wanted to be alone.

Once that was done, they hurried through the goodbyes and stepped into Azriel’s shadows. They landed just in front of the doors to the Townhouse.

“This,” Azriel said “is our wedding present from Rhys. Welcome home”

Elain was stunned into speechlessness. It was absurdly generous, even by Rhys’ standards. But she’d always loved this house. It was where her new life truly began.

Azriel stooped to grab Elain behind her knees, whisking her into his arms, one arm supporting her back the other her knees.

He walked across the threshold with her in his arms, eyes on her the whole time. He set her down. Elain looked around the new home from the hallway. Azriel took her hand and she looked down at them, her hand in his.

“Beautiful” she whispered.

[morweekofficial]

Mor Week 2024 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who participated and made this a fantastic Mor week! It was so fun celebrating Mor with you!

Day 1 - Gold ✨

Art by @/diabolical_victorian_cat commissioned by @highqueenmorrigan

Art by @goddessofwisdom18

Art by @shallyne

Art by maevtdraws commissioned by @kt-reads-things

Moodboard by @highqueenmorrigan

Quote from @harperbrynne

Day 2 - Home ❤️

Art by @shallyne

Art by @goddessofwisdom18

Art by @queercontrarian

Art by @bagelfyre

Moodboard by @highqueenmorrigan

Moodboard by @highqueenmorrigan

Quote from @harperbrynne

Day 3 - Celebration🥂

Art by @shallyne

Art by @goddessofwisdom18

Art by @wittyrejoinder

Reel by @highqueenmorrigan

Playlist by @highqueenmorrigan

Playlist by @rosanna-writer

Quote from @harperbrynne

Day 4 - Armor ⚔️

Art by @bloodexer commissioned by @highqueenmorrigan

Moodboard by @shallyne

Moodboard by @wizxrdpendrxgon

Day 5 - Titles 👑

Art by @/aolinkx commissioned by @highqueenmorrigan

Art by @shallyne

Moodboard by @highqueenmorrigan

Moodboard by @intairnwetrust

Day 6 - Romance ❤️‍🔥

Art by @shallyne

Art by @romanticatheartt

Art by @goddessofwisdom18

Art by @/maggiebell.art commissioned by @amandapearls

Moodboard by @littlest-w01f

Moodboard by @miseryreads

Moodboard by @highqueenmorrigan

Moodboard by @shallyne

Moodboard by @highqueenmorrigan

Headcanon by @tsundoku-life

Day 7 - Free(dom) day☀️

Art by @goddessofwisdom18

Art by @shallyne

Art by @wittyrejoinder

Art by @bagelfyre

Moodboard by @highqueenmorrigan

Please let us know if we missed your contribution and we'll add it! ❤️

[vague-shadows]

There is a certain Slant of light - ACOTAR Azris Fanfiction - Chapter 1/3

Written for @azrisweek 2024 | Day 4: Free Day

Summary: Azriel and Eris established nearly a decade ago that life isn't fair - not even for mates. This isn't the first time Azriel has faced the possibility that his mate will have to marry someone else, but this is different; with Mor as the potential betrothed, it changes everything... Read on AO3

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“Can you get away for a while tonight?” Azriel wonders through the bond.  

For all that Azriel adores the ability to lean on the bond for communication, the revelations of today feel like something that needs to be discussed aloud and in-person.  Someplace that he can touch and hold tight to his mate if - when - words fail him. 

“Ah, you’ve heard the news then?”

“I know there’s probably a lot of attention on you, but you could tell them you need time to wrap your head around the plan? Or need to blow off some steam? or something like that?” 

“Do you need to blow off some steam or something like that?” Eris replies. “Because if that is the invitation then I obviously accept.”

Azriel grins at the implication.  “Isn’t that always part of the invitation?”

“Are you calling me a slut?”

“Certainly not calling you a prude.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Ooo, another scorching burn from the Autumn Heir,” Azriel mocks. “How long have you been working on that witty retort?”

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[kale-theteaqueen]

Nessian Week 2024 Masterlist

A Masterlist for my 2024 #nessianweek submissions!

Return to full Masterlist here.

Day 1: Banter

Bumpy Takeoffs and Happy Landings Bonus Chapter- Meet ugly in which Pilot!Cassian spills hot coffee on Diplomat!Nesta at the airport, only to fly her plane later that morning. Nessian, Shameless smut, one shot, completed.

Day 2: Yearning

A Fool's Errand, Rewarded -- Post-ACOWAR in which Nesta comes to a party only for Cassian to abandon her for Mor. Azriel calls him out, and he later grovels. Fix-it one shot, completed.

Day 3: Symphony

Symphonic Surprises -- Post-ACOSF drabble in which Cassian surprises Nesta by taking her to the Dawn Conservatory of Music. Drabble one shot, completed.

Day 4: Alternate Universe

Leap of Faith -- WWII!AU in which paratrooper Cassian meets a married Nesta while preparing for D-Day in England. Multichapter fic, ongoing.

Day 5: Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors: A Study in Boundaries -- 5 times a member of the IC witnesses Nessian behind closed doors, and one time they're truly alone. One shot, completed.

Day 6: Legends & Destiny

A Study in Coincidences -- Drabble in which classics student Nesta meets architectural student Cassian in front of her favorite painting, Lady Death and Her General. Drabble one shot, completed.

Day 7: Free Day

What's in a Name -- 5 times Nesta says Cassian's name for a reason, and one time she says it just because. One shot, completed.

To Choose Her: Nesta's POV -- Bonus chapter for To Choose Her, containing Nesta's POVs. Canon Divergence in which Cassian realizes the intervention is not working and decides to change course without telling the family. One shot, completed.

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Azris Week 2023 Day 3: Put it all on me

Azris Week 2023 Day 6: A Soft Place to Land (18+)

Rhys Week 2023 Day 4: Court of Dreams

SJM Romance Week 2024 Day 4: The Little Things (Tamsand)

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Agegap Azris

Chapter 1

Secret Santa 2023: To Dust Or To Gold (Neris)

Prologue

The Bargain

Art

Characters

Azriel (Femme)

Beron

Cassian

Elain

Eris

Eris at Starfall

Feyre

Gianna of Montesere for secret-third-thing

Gwyn Berdara

Jesminda

Jesminda (@olenvasynyt 's version)

Jurian

Female Jurian

Mor

Nesta

Lucien I

Lucien II

Lucien III (but in lingerie this time)

Female Lucien

Rhysand

Rhys in a skirt

Rhysand's Unnamed Sister

Rhysand's Unnamed Sister II

The Lady of Autumn

The Lady of Autumn II

Thesan

Tsering of Lausan, Captain of the Royal Guard (Thesan's husband)

Vassa

Multi + Ships

Army Dreamers (balthazar, emerie, zhila)

Cresseida x Emerie

Elucien + Daughter for fieldofdaisiies

Sapphic Feysand

Family Portrait: Feyre - Rhys - Nyx

Nesta and Eris (ACOTAR Secret Santa 2024)

Female High Lords Series

Viviane and Kallias

Beron

Helion

Kallias

Rhys

Tamlin

Tarquin

Event Weeks

Cassian Week 2024 Day 5: Scars

Elucien Week 2024 Day 1: Fated - In the Hands of Fate

Eris Week 2024 OC Art Project

Poly Acotar Week 202: The Bane of the Loyalists

SJM Romance Week 2024 Day 7: Elucien

Rhys Week 2024: Armand!Rhys

Tamlin Week 2023: Tamsand Sketch

Tamlin Week 2024 Day 2: Poet/Warrior Tamlin

Sketches

Alis Sketch

Azris Sketch

Summer Court Trio Sketch

The Vanserras

Commissions

Tarquin by mossytrashcan

Cresseida by mossytrashcan

Varian by mossytrashcan

Azriel in Summer by krem-does-stuff

Other

A Tamsand Playlist

Briar x Catrin Berdara Moodboard

[stromuprisahat]

singer: Are you tired?

me, silently: It's almost midnight of my fourth day here. I've barely slept three hours yesterday today, yet now I've been here for over twelve hours. It's been disgustingly hot this whole time and you're playing pretty lullabies*. What do you think?!

* melodic death metal

[littlest-w01f]

Blood of the covenant

Feyre x Rheana (my oc, Rhysand's sister) [Feysand ship]

For @feyreweekofficial

Feyre week 2024 Masterlist

Day 4: Found Family

Summary: With her new place in the Night Court as High Lady, Feyre feels differently after her training with Cassian and decides to talk to Rhysand's her right-hand.

Cw: Rheana's monster (They are actually a cutie kitten)

Feyre Archeron stood outside Rheana's room in the townhouse, her hand raised hesitantly to knock, she had been here for a couple minutes, deciding on what to do. She knocked on her door.

Rheana's door swung open the second she knocked, her pet Kallos was sitting in a cot near her bed, Rheana was not around, busy with something Illlyria.

"Hello, Kallos," She greeted the creature, as they liked to be called, "Do you know where Rhea is?"

Feyre for a moment felt dumb talking to a creature who didn't speak her language, and then her eyes lit up, she was like Rhysand and Rheana, a daemati, she looked in Kallos' direction, trying to get into their mind. 

The beast's mind was an iron fortress, Feyre tried to find a way in, but she was still new to it all. Kallos let their High Lady in their mind.

High Lady...

Kallos' voice was deep and rough, almost monstrous. Feyre thought to the pet curled up with their head raised at her curiously.

Where is Rhea?

Friend is busy, don't know where.

You don't know?

Yes, Friend rarely tells me where she goes anymore... Makes me feel bad.

Feyre moved to sit on the balcony and Kallos got off their cot and stood in front of her, curiously moving their head in her lap.

Now that you are here, scratch my head.

Feyre looked at them confused, raising her hand to scratch at the scaly head.

Thank you, High Lady.

I didn't think your scales would feel this way...

Well, why are you here, Lady?

I was hoping to talk to Rhea, about some... Things.

At that instant, Rheana winnowed into her room, for a moment surprised to see the scene before her, "Feyre, what are you doing here? Everything ok?"

"Rhea," Feyre got up from where she was seated, a smile forming on her lips as she got up to greet her. Feyre panicked as Rheana gave her a short bow, "Please don't."

Rheana stood up straight, towering over Feyre, "Alright...?" She looked slightly confused, waiting for Feyre to talk.

"Can we... Talk outside?" Feyre asked and Rheana was quick to walk out. They sit in the common area, sitting close to each other.

"I'm High Lady." Feyre stated, looking off into the distance.

Rheana smiled softly, "Yes you are... Does it bother you?" Rheana asked curiously, watching Feyre's face, reading her.

"I don't know... After I was just with Cassian, he called me 'his' all of yours." Feyre swallowed slightly, "I'm not sure how to... Feel about it."

"Well, you were the High Lord's mate before," Rheana began, slowly, "Now you are our High Lady."

"It's a much important role, and you have our protection." Rheana smiled.

Feyre nodded a little, "That's what Cassian said..."

"Because..." Rheana turned to properly face Feyre, "High Lords protect their courts, and their closest circle, protects their High Lord."

Feyre sat a little closer, "And now I am High Lady, so you protect me?"

"All of us do." Rheana reached to hold Feyre's hand, "With our lives. And you stand beside Rhysand and protect our court."

"Does that sound frightening?" She rubbed over her hand, comforting, when Feyre nodded. "It is, it would be weird if it wasn't... Rhysand is still getting used to the power he holds, over everyone."

"So, it's normal?" Feyre asked curiously, smiling at their joint hands.

"Yes it is," Rheana bumped her shoulder against Feyre's, "And and we are your family, your new one, people you have chosen, Rhys, me, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Amren. We will always put you above ourselves. Because that's what family does, we look out for each other, me for you and you for me, High Lady."

Family. chosen one. That is what they all were to Feyre, family, a group of people who would always put her before themselves and she would put herself in the line of fire for them just the same.

Feyre smiled softly, "I think I get what you mean, it's this power that's just so overwhelming..."

"Well you've earned it." Rheana smiled softly at her, "Every kernal of it."

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[rastronomicals]

4:50 PM EDT September 21, 2024:

The Steve Miller Band - "Superbyrd" From the Soundtrack album Revolution (1968)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Of the many strange things I am--baldheaded longhair, ex-Boy Scout, working class liberal, admirer of larger women, lapsed Jew, drinker of pickle juice--perhaps none is stranger than the fact that I am a huge fan of the late '60's-early 70's incarnation of The Steve Miller Band. Miller is remembered these days, if he's remembered at all, for his string of mid-70's MOR megahits. And those ain't bad either, but Miller first made his name as a psychedelic blues guy coming out of Haight-era San Francisco.

At 17 or 18, I stumbled across his second album, Sailor, and soon owned and loved basically his entire catalog.

So. Being a total rock geek, even then, I also had tucked into the stacks a couple different editions of The Illustrated Encyclopedia of Rock, and what was funny was that these guidebooks talked about how Miller's recording debut came not on Children of the Future like I'd thought, but rather on a long out-of-print soundtrack album called Revolution. Now, I went to the best used record stores in SoFla, but it was still SoFla, and it was still the early 80's, so there was no freakin' way I was gonna find that record.

Drag.

I never forgot this info, but safe to say I pushed it to the back of my mind for four decades. Recently, it was dragged frontwards again when I saw on Discogs that some European label had reissued this obscure soundtrack on CD back in 2008. And sure enough, for 30 Paypalled bills or so I could get somebody across the pond to ship me a copy. Opening it up 40 years later, I was delighted to find that all three Miller tracks included were unique to the soundtrack and that further, they were all good stuff.

[kannedia]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 4 - Reticent

It was one of the many burdens of his training, Iskra decided with a sigh, to awaken each day before the sun rose. Had he become a Wood Warder as he was supposed to such a thing would be a blessing. Or so he imagined. At the very least it would be a necessity to make it to another sunset.

As things stood, it just led to more of something he was trying to leave behind. The main room of the Rising Stones was not meant to be so quiet. His footsteps should not have been loud enough to fill even his bad ear as he left.

Iskra leaned carefully on his staff, allowing himself a break from his exercises. Thin rays of sunlight had begun to make their way through the aether-filled skies of Mor Dhona.

For but a moment he thought of Moenbryda. Of what she had said shortly after arriving. Of how little time he had to talk to her.

Another sigh. The other Scions would be waking up soon. Perhaps it was a good time to head back. He could make breakfast for everyone. Maybe make something from one of his homes. He may even try talking to someone. Tataru seemed nice.

[iftheshoef1tz]

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ACOTAR Multi-Chapter Fics

our bodies, possessed by light: Azriel finds himself at the center of trouble brewing in the Hewn City, with a certain Vanserra brother sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. NSFW. Complete. (Azriel/Eris, some Azriel/OMC.)

Howl: When Azriel suspects that werewolves are behind the disappearance of his brother, he turns to the only werewolf expert he knows. Unfortunately for Azriel, Eris might be the werewolf he's been looking for. NSFW. Complete. (Azriel/Eris, one-sided Azriel/Cassian, incidental Nesta/Cassian, Gwyn/Nesta/Cassian, Feyre/Rhysand, Elain/Azriel, Elain/Lucien.)

I, Carrion: There is something wrong, but Eris cannot remember what. Written for the 2024 ACOTAR Secret Santa Exchange. (Azriel/Eris.)

what hath night to do with sleep: In 1968, Eris Vanserra is leading a double life. In West Berlin, he is a promising new doctor who frequents queer clubs, fucking his way through his friend circle. In his parents’ village, though, he walks the thin line between success and failure under his father’s brutal repression. Eventually, he realizes there can be no way forward unless he takes matters into his own hands. He summons a demon. NSFW. Complete. (Azriel/Eris, Eris/Nesta, Eris/Nesta/Azriel, Eris/Nesta/Cassian, some Eris/Kallias, incidental Eris/Feyre/Rhys and Elain/Lucien.)

you come back with gravity: Elain and Lucien finally take the first step towards accepting their mating bond. Lucien travels to Vallahan, where Elain is completing her studies, but soon after he arrives, Elain’s professor turns up dead. Against this backdrop, they must navigate a murder investigation and their own complicated histories, both with each other and with their other lovers. Written for ACOTAR Poly Week 2024, Day 7: Free Day. WIP. (Elain/Lucien, Lucien/Vassa/Jurian, Mor/Elain, incidental Azriel/Eris.)

ACOTAR One-Shots

Auld Lang Syne: Elain and Lucien are getting married on New Year's Eve, and there are some memories that won't stay in Nesta's past. [modern musician AU] NSFW. Written for 2022 ACOTAR Secret Santa Exchange. (Nesta/Eris, Nesta/Cassian, Eris/Azriel, some Elain/Lucien.)

A Court of Hounds and Shadows: They circle each other like hawks, unable to stay away from each other for long. Or: A Very Azris Solstice. NSFW. (Azriel/Eris)

I Come With Knives: A party on the continent, hosted by one of Koschei’s lackeys, goes awry. Nearly magicless, Azriel and Eris must survive on the continent together or die trying. Inspired by The Nutcracker, with a helping of Polish folk tales. Written for the 2023 ACOTAR Secret Santa Exchange. NSFW. (Azriel/Eris)

in the middle, somewhat elevated: Gwyn is a former ballerina, and she mostly enjoys her life working in her best friend's tattoo parlor. Azriel is a client of theirs with control issues. They fuck about it. Written for Acotar Omegaverse Week 2024, Day 4: Getting Knotty. NSFW. (Gwyn/Azriel)

Intermezzo: Three snapshots of Eris, pianist, and Azriel, a cellist who Eris thinks he loves. Written for Eris Week 2024, Day 4: Traditions | Hounds. SFW. (Azriel/Eris.)

my heartbeat and its racing: Set in the universe for Auld Lang Syne. Prompted by Krem, misremembered by Fitz: “azris first kiss, in the rain.” (Azriel/Eris)

Triptych: Laurent wants his mother, and that’s apparently what Azriel is. A companion piece to Howl, in three short parts. (Azriel/Eris)

the stars and spaces in between: Eris Vanserra is on the run from his responsibilities, separated from his traveling party in the unforgiving snows of Svalbard. Things get more complicated from there. For Azris Week 2024, Day 2: Familiars. NSFW. (Azriel/Eris.)

your greedy eyes upon me: Four times Azriel and Eris kissed someone else, and one time they kissed each other. For Azris Week 2023 Day 2. (Azriel/Eris)

Crescent City One-Shots

High For This: Bars are for forgetting, and Ithan just wants to forget, even for a little while. (Takes place between chapters 7 and 8 of HOEAB.) NSFW. (Ithan/Tharion)

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[masschase]

matt and casey:

pre-relationship: 5

love: 1, 9

domestic life: 3, 5

Ship asks meme (feel free to send for anything I ship)

Ooh, so, 4/5 of these I answered last time, but this was a while ago, and as usual I talked way too much! So I'm using this as an opportunity to answer in a succinct (possibly slightly updated) way but with links back to my longer answers too 😊

Pre-relationship 5: Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Yes! Both of them!

Although they end up having sex with each other rather early on the ship, there's this moment afterwards when they're joking around together and it's kind of evident there's something more there. Knowing there's potential for something romantic to occur, Casey vetoes them having sex again, in fact making a catch-all "rule" on that. She later tries to go back on it but being the same day she attacked Matt over not wanting to rescue Johnny, he does not react well. (The words "why don't you just fuck Johnny Gat?" may have been thrown around. Those words may have been acted upon.)

They make up and become friends, both repressing thier attraction to each other in favour of how well they get along. But inevitably they both end up developing feelings for each other anyway. Casey resists hers because she has (questionable) reasons for not wanting a relationship. Matt resists his because he knows that about her.

But Matt realises he has feelings for Casey right after GOOH, and that he's in love with her a few months later when Asha calls her out on it. Casey realises hers while Matt is in the past and realises she's in love with him when her past self calls her out on it.

Longer/original answer

Love 1: Who said “I love you” first?

Matt did, although it was to Casey's past self as he was basically dying and knew she would at least remember it by the time she was the version of herself the confession related to. Her younger self was not in love with him, but she did tell him her name in return.

When they were both synced back up time-wise, Casey was struggling to speak her feelings so Matt suggested she replicate Jane Austen prose as it's something she's more comfortable with. Through this she was able to say she loved him, and he was able to return it again very emphatically.

Longer/original answer

Love 9: What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Casey mostly just uses Matty, baby, and sweetie.

Matt uses more of a mix but mostly Cass, babe/baby, darling, my love, and in the bedroom; princess.

Longer/original answer

Domestic life 3: How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Yes; once they're properly settled down on the new planet they have 3. The oldest is Victory, she's the one Casey's pregnant with at the end of my fanfic and in a few pieces I've drawn, she was (will be?) born in June 2024. She's very calm, intelligent and methodical.

They also have identical twins (cis boy and trans girl) born in April 2026. They're not in my fic (apart from the general implication in one scene that Mass plan to have 3 children) yet their existence is a lot more fanfic cliché- conceived on wedding night (first baby free night in over a year, cut them some slack!), identical twins, a real fucking handful...!

Their names are Apollo and Artemis (goes more by just Emi post-social transition) but the names have never quite sat right for me. Idk if it's because it seems a bit on the nose for twins to have those names, because they don't grab me in the way Vic's name did, or just because I worry because it's Casey one of them would be named after the fucking doughnut shop.

Longer/original answer - more detailed descriptions of their appearances and personalities here.

Domestic life 5: Who’s the stricter parent?

This is one I've not answered yet and I struggled how to phrase this but I'd say it depends what you mean by strict!

Matt is a far more methodical, researched, overthinking parent, and the better of the two at setting gentle boundaries for expected behaviour, but a little more relaxed with things like schedules and getting ready and so on, as well as more likely to get carried away with playing games with them.

Casey is a more instinctual, emotional parent. She's not quite as good at setting boundaries and more likely to lose her temper from time to time though she mostly talks herself down before she gets to the yelling stage, and learns to apologise if she doesn't manage to. She's stricter with schedules and worries more about the kids academically than Matt does.

So I'd say Casey probably appears the strictest overall, but Matt's the one putting the most work into firm, gentle discipline. Casey's used to leading adults and it takes her a while to adjust.