#Wyrdstone

[acourtofquestions]

"You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you have the key.

And tell her to remember her promise to me—to punish them all.

When she asks why, tell her I said that they would not let me bring the cloak she gave me, but I kept a piece of it.

To remember that promise she made.

To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon."

[the-god-of-hellfire]

I recently had a literal dream about Mordheim ...and then a day later found myself lementing a lack of generic objective markers.

...obviously that was an Omen that I needed to make me some Wyrdstone!

[grommtheorc]

I've got some mutated, warpstone-tainted Stormvermin here ready to paint! Still wotking out color scheme but I'm excited!

[wyrdstonethenovel]

CH 10: THE BAZAAR

AN: Wyrdstone is a fantasy web series updating every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday here on Tumblr. Wyrdstone is a classic RIVALS FIGHT FOR THE THRONE TM. With magic. And oaths. And gods. And rivalry. And gayz. Did I mention the gayz? Enjoy:

X. THE BAZAAR

“There.” Lero whispered to Cythe, jutting his head towards the alehouse. Nia squinted at the dingy establishment across the busy street, this early in the morning it was hardly open for business. Cythe took a step towards the building and Lero snatched her wrist. His eyes pointed to where the legionnaires lounged in the shade. “You do realize they’ll recognize you as the Legate’s wife, yes?” 

“And they wouldn’t you?” Cythe hiked Tius up on her hip. She gestured kindly to the legionnaires as Titus grabbed for her hair. 

Nia crossed her arms. “Will either of you telling what is going on?” Lero’s jaw tightened in silent warning to their sister. “Fine.” Nia huffed. “Forget it.” Besides, she had other business to attend to. 

Or she did. Several city blocks later, the legionnaires were still trailing them. Nia regretted taking up her sister’s offer to go to the bazaar. She wondered how best she could lose their entourage in the buzzing market. The merchants voice rang out in the early morning, echoing off the walls of the narrow streets. 

“Spices— genuine spices.”

“Salt! Salt!”

“Fish! Freshly caught.”

“Fine silk from Pi-Yenja. Authentic silk smooth enough for a king.”

“Treasures straight from the Dunelands.” Nia slowed at the voice. Her siblings kept walking, disappearing around the corner of the block. Nia hiked up her scarf and ducked her head past a passer-by. A middle aged Ashenian man waved her over from a stall constructed in the alleyway between two houses. Nia turned to make sure the legionnaire’s hadn’t noticed her. The merchant snapped at her ear.

 Nia growled as she faced him. “Merka.” She greeted. 

The Ashenian trader was short, stout, and eternally sunburnt. His red skin peeled around his nose and sweaty neck. Merka rolled four knuckles across the counter. Nia leaned in closer as if to examine a black onyx funerary statue and dropped a few shras on the counter. They disappeared within seconds. Merka’s hand inspected them underneath the counter. ���Well caught, raider.”

Her cheeks heated, she was far from the only tomb raider who served Merka and the other treasure dealers of the lower bazaar, but her proximity to the Legate had made her dealings insurmountably dangerous. If Clavo ever found out that she had been undercutting him for years, well, Nia couldn’t bear to stomach the thought. 

But it was a risk worth taking. After four years of crawling, climbing, and squeezing herself through near-death experiences; Nia had traded enough treasure and squirreled away enough coin to start her life elsewhere. If she even knew where ‘elsewhere’ was. 

Nia kept her eyes on the legionnaires as they moved to the next patch of shade. They were still focused on ehr sister, who was now trading compliments with a scarf weaver. “What news?”

“Three diggers left four days ago.”

Nia narrowed her eyes. They must have escaped during the most recent work rotation to the necropolis. “Their path?”

“I’ve been told north, towards Xur.”

Nia scrunched her nose. The path to Xur was treacherous, and the escapees would be Goddess favored to make it there alive. She nodded her head. “Thank you.”

“And my delivery?”

“At the usual spot.” 

With nothing else to say, Merka slipped a her a circular loaf of bread. Nia held up the hollow loaf, shaking it. Her payment would be inside. She walked back across the street, making a show of smelling the fresh loaf. 

“I should report you.” Lero whispered when she caught up to them. 

“You won’t.”

“Under the Legate’s nose. Seriously sister. How stupid are you?”

Cythe looked over from the merchant. “Both of you be pleasant.” 

Her be pleasant? Nia and Lero’s mouths flung open to argue, but Cythe’s quick gesture demanded silence. She pressed a finger to her lips and pointed to the center of the street. Nia followed her hand and flinched as the whip bit into skin. 

Ka-TCH! Ka-TCH!

The legionnaire released the whip again, tearing open another gash. Ka-TCH! Ka-TCH!

The second legionnaire cupped his hands to his mouth. “Attention!” He boomed at the gathered crowd. “For far to long, the kerai have fled into the Dunelands. The Legate has ordered increased patrols along De-Asha’s walls. By the edict of our esteemed Conqueror, any kerai caught will be sentenced to hard labor in De-Urs.”

The bazaar gasped in collective horror. De-Urs had the deadliest quarries in the region. 

“We cannot leave the city?” A woman whispered. 

“They can’t do this.”

“They can.” Lero said evenly. 

“I thought—” Cythe trailed off. 

“The Legate is one of them.” Lero snapped. “You know the law.”

Nia did. The Conqueror had ruled decades ago after the Houses surrendered that any kerai discovered in the aker state would either be enslaved or sentenced to death. Not all who lived in Ker were among the kerai. As the generations passed, fewer children were born with Sachmis’ gift to manifest one’s wyrd into the physical world. Those who felt the undeniable pull of the goddess would confine themselves within their homes or race into the desert. Escaping into the Dunelands had worked, until it hadn’t. Clavo’s father and previous Legate, Crassus Clavo had first ordered the patrols. Swiftly afterwards De-Asha’s kerai population was funneled through the empire in chains. 

Ka-TCH! Ka-TCH!

Nia dug her teeth into her own cheek. The kerai man wailed as the legionnaire continued to whip him. 

Ka-TCH! Ka-TCH!

The overpowering smell of blood hit her nostrils. The need to hunt, to hurt, to kill reared up within her. No! Nia clenched her fist, willing the aker to stay down. Her jaw began to ache. 

Cythe’s hand found her shoulder. “Nia.” She soothed. “Take a deep breath.” 

The whip rose, snapping at the man’s legs. The prisoner rolled onto his back, folding his legs close to his chest. The legionnaire took a step forward, raising the whip. 

The aker thudded against her sternum. “Cythe, I’m scared. I’m going to-”

“No, Nia!” Cythe’s voice hinted at her fear. She pulled her in close. “Nia, you can’t.”

The prisoner ax kicked the legionnaire’s face. The soldier reared back, angrily clenching his bleeding nose. The prisoner rolled onto his feat and half-ran, half-limped through the crowd. 

“Out of the way!” Lero shoved Nia to the ground. Her brother unsheathed their father’s khoshep as he ran. Curved sword in the air, he stuck out his foot in one fluid gesture sending the prisoner stumbling. With military precision, Lero stepped behind the prisoner and held the blade at the reedy man’s throat. The other legionnaire’s hustled over, pushing through the crowd. 

“Good catch, Uro.”

Lero’s face flushed. He pulled back the blade and released the man’s hair. “I’ll leave him to it.”

“Yes sir!” The legionnaires heaved the man to his feet. 

The kerai spat. “You’re a traitor.”

Lero’s face hardened. He marched back to Nia and Cythe. “Let’s go.”

“Run away, Uro.” The scarf merchant snatched back a green scarf that Cythe had been purchasing. “I knew I recognized the two of you. You are the Legate’s whore and you—” she pointed a bony finger at Lero. “Are his lapdog.” 

“Ma’am, go home and stay inside.” 

“And you’ll run back to the Legate.” The woman’s husband snarled. “It is all your House is good for. Well that and spreading your legs.” 

Cythe flushed deep crimson. Lero stepped forward. “Do you think my sister wanted to marry that monster?”

“Lero,” Cythe whispered. “You are creating a scene.”

Their brother turned, noticing how the bazaar patrons noticed their commotion. He scowled. “Return to your homes at once. Heed the warning of the Legate.” 

It was a long and brutal walk back to the compound. Disquiet radiated off of Cythe’s normally sunny face, and Lero’s thunderous anger was better left alone. Nia trailed behind them, concerned at how close the aker had been to breaking free. How many people could she have hurt? 

Lero let out a shuttering breath. “I have to keep our family safe.”

“I know that.” Cythe said. 

“You are his wife. I am his legionnaire. I, we, have to be like them.” 

“But we aren’t.” Nia whispered. 

Lero whipped his head around. “I don’t want to hear you speak after what you almost did. Do you hear me?” 

They lapsed into silence again. The Legate waited for them at the gates of compound. Nia’s footsteps slowed as they approached. “Baba!” Titus wiggled out of Cythe’s grasp. Clavo squinted his eye down at the toddler as he wrapped his tiny arms around his tree trunk of a leg. He folded his enormous arms across his chest. “I heard the three of you took a stroll.”

Cythe’s voice was full of feigned cheerfulness. “Yes. It’s rare my sister is in De-Asha long enough for me to visit with her. You send her on so many assignments love. We went shopping for a new scarf for mother.”

“That’s not what I heard.” Clavo said tonelessly. “There was a commotion in the lower bazaar for my men.” 

“It was contained.” Lero said immediately. 

The Legate narrowed his eyes. “Containing the Kerai is not good enough for the Conqueror.” 

Cythe reached down and pulled up Titus. “And what of your son?”

Clavo scowled. “I have my orders. You know what I would have to do.” Clavo reached out and allowed the toddler to grip his finger. “Get him inside.”

Cythe dropped Titus to the ground and he ran through the gate. Lero nodded his head in deference and followed after them. The Legate stuck his arm out. “Lose control like that again, and your family will not save you.” He threatened. 

Fear pierced her. How close had she come to unleashing the aker that even the Legate had heard? “They’re not your family Clavo.” 

“You forget your place. My son will inherit your House.” He scoffed. “Another expedition leaves to the necropolis in the morning. Get your brother. We ride at dawn.” 

[harperbrynne]

“Two days, before I spied the mossy stones placed across from each other, a faint whirl carved into them both. A gate.” (ACOTAR, pg273)

It’s interesting to think of the wall as being more of a collar leashing one side or both sides

It’s also interesting that the wall is described as invisible like its construction could have involved Wyrdstone but someone concealed it from view

[siderealxmelody]

Poppy beamed, dragging Isaiah away, taking the key with her.

Fucking finally.

"Tell Nismera about Thurr okay? He isn't the ally she thinks he is....should we just leave them for awhile?"

Fates, how long would their bond need for the centuries it was denied from forming?

She hadn't seen any marks but hopefully those would appear soon.

------

She laughed, or tried to. Her body yielded, pulling him tighter and tighter. She felt the wall against her back, nearly stumbling, but he held her up.

He caught her like he used to.

She leaned into it, letting him in. Her fingers curled into his hair, reveling in the touch of it. Reveling in having him here, inhaling him.

Yours her magic purred.

Only. YOURS.

Her arms brushed against his clothes, the pain finally forcing her let out a hiss. They looked worse than they did before.

Burning, skin falling off. She supposed since it was magical in nature - it would need a magical cure.

"Kaden it hurts."

She wouldn't have cared had her body not demanded it. Had it felt like the fire was burrowing into her bones. Her magic couldn't push it out, every time it tried it left her more tired - more exhausted.

Not to mention her dress from the rain felt cloying and too tight. She stared at the wounds, eyes narrowing as she stared at them again.

No it wasn't - she swayed.

Black veins.

Dianna wouldn't have gotten a good enough shot for magic to do more than graze her. She'd used -

"It's Wyrdstone. She -"

She felt that burn, her own magic answering it, steaming on her skin. She stared up at him, a smile pulling on her lips.

She saw past that anger, it didn't scare her any longer. If he truly didn't care, if he didn't want her why not just kill her?

Why was he trying so damn hard?

Why didn't he just walk away and leave her to wallow?

No he cared, he cared so much it terrified him.

It paralyzed him.

How adorable.

"You sure nothing scares you Kaden?"

Her tone matched his, tired, wanting just a little bit. She reached for him, fingers running up his jaw and into his hair to kiss him.

If she was to burn she'd burn with him.

[offtorivendell]

My thoughts on the Bryce, Azriel and Nesta HOFAS bonus chapter...

Disclaimer: as suggested by the title, the following discusses the Walmart HOFAS bonus chapter featuring Azriel, Bryce and Nesta. I haven't read the main text, so it won't feature anything related to that, but there are massive Maasverse and HOFAS spoilers ahead regardless. Please beware.

These are just my initial thoughts, not expanded upon in any substantial way and, as usual, I could always be way off the mark.

Also, yes, fair warning that I'll be mentioning the ACOTAR characters a lot. If that's not your jam, and you'd rather avoid any of the possible implications of the crossover, then I'd give this post a miss. On the other hand, if you're interested in how CC/HOFAS may affect Prythian going forward, please read on.

Music:

The Stone Mother song has me 👀 especially as the stone and water were "talking" at the start.

@cassianfanclub and @wingedblooms have already posted about the Stone Mother (here and here); @ladynightcourt3 has found the Phrygian goddess Cybele, also known as the "Mountain Mother," who sounds very relevant.

That being said, am I crazy to think Elain could have been listening in? Is Azriel stone and Elain water? His stone siphons - which Elain called beautiful, did she hear their song, as kin? - and Elain possibly as water? Was she using salt water to boost her powers, or a reflection pool to scry, and keep tabs on her sister and friend?

Or is it the space between linking worlds? Are the old gods talking?

Alternatively, could stone be referring to Nuala and Cerridwen, who are capable of manifesting stone around themselves and others (ACOTAR).

Is this what SJM meant when she said we'd see Elain in "some form" in the next book?

@psychee92 said she wished that SJM had somehow included Mr Brightside, and now I wish the same; even a mention of indie rock. 😭

Josie and Laurel - "He/god will add/increase" "(laurel) trees/victory"? Elain? Lol sorry, but it's either giving gardener, or Elain killing Hybern.

Wraith-like harmonies? After the description of Josie and Laurel's voices? It's crack, but is it a metaphor for Nuala and Cerridwen?

The musical similarities between what Juniper dances to and Prythian's music?!

Azriel's humming/singing made the shadows dance, once more suggesting that shadows dancing is a response to power, not mate bonds

The music Az liked was death metal. Could this link to any sort of metal artefact, like an iron crown for grounding? Or wyrdstone jewellery?

The glass coffin?

"Nineteenth century literature presents the glass coffin as a prison within which sleeping women are frequently mistaken for dead or vice versa." (Source). It's giving Sleeping Beauty (credit to @elriell for the OG SB theory), and a little Snow White.

Check out this tale from The Brothers Grimm, which sounds... suspiciously relevant to Elain.

@cassianfanclub also suggested that it's giving necromancer vibes, and I'd love that for Elain.

Feyre once said she could sleep for a hundred years after coming back from the Prison, right before going to the Hewn City in ACOWAR. After Elain had left the room, and before Feyre went to check in on her to find her "asleep—breathing."

Let's not forget Elain's assistance in rescuing the human COTB, Briar, from Hybern's camp.

Will Elain prick herself while weaving?

I was tired enough that I could barely summon the breath to ask, “Do you think the Cauldron made her insane?” “I think she went through something terrible,” Lucien countered carefully. “And it wouldn’t hurt to have your best healer do a thorough examination.” I rubbed my hand over my face. “All right.” My breath snagged on the words. “Tomorrow morning.” I managed a shallow nod, rallying my strength to rise from the chair. Heavy—there was an old heaviness in me. Like I could sleep for a hundred years and it wouldn’t be enough. “Please tell me,” Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. “What the healer says. And if—if you need me for anything.” I gave him one final nod, speech suddenly beyond me. I knew Nesta still wasn’t asleep as I walked past her room. Knew she’d heard every word of our conversation thanks to that Fae hearing. And I knew she heard as I listened at Elain’s door, knocked once, and poked my head in to find her asleep—breathing. - ACOWAR, chapter 27

Azriel specifically said Nesta "beheaded" Hybern, after looking down at Truth-Teller.

This is not Azriel giving Nesta credit for the assassination. If anything he's hiding Elain's involvement.

I've said before, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has done so, but I would expect Azriel to protect his LI with silence, whoever they are.

He had to have been thinking about Elain, who I've theorised could now/soon be known as "The Shadowsinger's Knife" after she became the "knife in the dark" in Azriel's place at the end of ACOWAR.

The young girl sitting on the mushroom:

I'm still looking into the carving of the young girl sitting on the toadstool with the hound sprawled on the ground beside her, as I find it really interesting. My initial thought was that it seemed like a convenient place to drop a mention of a garden-like fairy carving with a hound right after Bryce had quizzed Azriel about his hypothetical mate, or lack thereof (Elain being both heavily associated with plant life, thanks to her "little garden," as well as dogs, after Nesta called her one in ACOSF).

I also wonder if it has anything to do with the Czech tale that amanita muscaria - while psychoactive/toxic - are said to protect from lightning and other ill fortune. If this is correct, it reminds me a little of the markings - wyrdmarks - on the Archeron cottage.

I don't know where Bryce and co were walking, as I have only read this bonus chapter and the prologue, but given it was carved on an underground wall, and I suspect that there are underground portals in at least the Hewn City and the Prison, and maybe the waterways... could it have been for protection against the invading lightning Asteri? Or did the Asteri (Daglan?) put them there to protect against Thunderbirds, or whatever Hunt is?

Miscellany

Maybe Bryce hadn't been sent there by Urd? Who then? Was @silverlinedeyes right all along?

The mention of pleasure halls seems like a call back to Azriel's bonus chapter, but it's also likely that they aren't all brothels (see Rita's).

Azriel listening closely about Nesta now liking being Fae; he could extrapolate her responses to Elain. Maybe she's no longer miserable, and in need of their pity. And maybe she's changed her mind from ACOFAS, when she said to Feyre "I don't want a mate, I don't want a male."

Azriel said "no" to whether or not he has a mate rather quickly. Hmm... the shadowsinger doth protest too much?

It's also potentially important that Nesta said "yes, WE are" curious about Azriel's mate status. Her, Azriel and most of the fandom! 😂

"Okay, okay," Bryce said. "But it'd be cool to know something about your world. Or about you." They were both silent. Bryce asked Nesta, "You have a mate, right?" She nodded to Azriel. "Do you?" "No." Azriel said quickly, flatly. "A partner or spouse?" "No." Bryce sighed. "Okay, then." Azriel's wings twitched. "You're incurably nosy." "I think that's the nicest thing you've said about me." Bryce winked at him. "Look, I just... I'm curious. Aren't you?" Azriel didn't answer, but Nesta said, "Yes. We are." - HOFAS, Bryce, Azriel and Nesta bonus chapter

All in all, while there were no overt mentions of Elain - and really, why would SJM do that in a series that wasn't Elain's own - imo we got the Elain-shaped holes in the text that I was hoping for, and I can't wait to see if there are any more in the full book.

[bookishgirl21]

A whole new world

Azriel x TOG!reader

PT 1 ?

Summary: You are Dorians half sister who goes with him and Aelin to forge the lock but you don't return with Aelin as tumble down to an unknown world

Being the bastard daughter of the king of Adarlan has never been easy, especially being half fae. The only reason why my father ever kept me around was because the believed me to have no magic, my mother said that I must never let anyone l know of my magic . So I've kept it secret for years until recent months.

"Close the wyrdmark once I've finished" Aelin says to Rowan, his nod is his only answer, as Aelin puts the wyrdstones in her arm and we're transportded to a place thats not a place and we begin fordging the lock...

"We can go home " I say with a smile on my face Aelin looks at me with a smile as big as mine " Lets go home" then we begin falling through the worlds , but we are falling to fast and as we see the world their are two fae standnig on a balcony we though out our arms as to signal them, thats when I feel my hand loose its grip on Aelins then I'm falling into the world, I hear Aeiln shout my name but its to late, she disappears into the next world.

I'm tumbling down from the sky, thinking this would be my end when I feel someone catch me , I open my eyes and look up to see who had caught me and see the man from the balcony, he's speaking to me but I don't here a word he is saying over the roaring of the wind.

As we land on the balcony , I take a moment to catch my breath when the man speaks to me in a language I've never heard, my confusion must have shown on my face because he stopped and looked to the female. I then spoke to them in the old language " Where am I ? " the male looked at me and said in the old language " You are in Velaris the city of starlight, who are you? "

" I'm y/n , can you help me get back to my please? " he looked towards the female again and spoke to her before answering " Hello y/n my name is Rhysand, will you please follow me and meet some of m people who might be able to help you"

I follow the two inside to what looke like an office " Please sit down, the others will be here shortly" the male Rhysand said, I took a seat on the lovely couch. There was a Knock on the door when two winged males walked in and a female with short black hair, as I looked at the males one was handsome in a rough way and the other male.....he was the most beautiful male I've had ever seen, he had shadows around him, they almost seemed alive.

the male said in the old language " Y/n this is Amren she is the most likely to help you home and these are Cassian and Azriel " Amren sad to me " Where are you from girl ? " "Erilea" I reply, I look at the male Azriel and see that he is already looking at me with some emotion in his eyes that i cant place. " It will take some time to find a way for you to get back home in the mean time Azriel will take you to a room here in the House of wind, where you may stay while we try and find a way home for you, we will have dinner soon Azriel will come by and help you to the dinning room" "Thank you for your kindness and willingness to help"

Azriel leads me to a room that will be my bedroom for the time being. ''This will be your room, my room is right across if you need anything'' I look around the room, its cozy theres a big bed in the middle of the room with creamy white sheets, their is big floor to celling windows, there is a door on the other side of the room which leads to a bathroom. '' There should be some clean clothes in the dresser over their and the bathroom is stocked with all the bathing things you'd need, I'll stop by later to take you to dinner'' I turn to him ''My Azriel I am here for about half an hour and you're already taking me to dinner'' I say with a sly grin on my face, he looks at me with shock clear on his face and stumbles with his words ''No, no, th-thats not what I meant, I'll come and-'' I laugh and say ''I know what you meant I was just pulling your leg'' he looks at me again and huffs a laugh '' I'll leave you to your bath''

I walk over to the dresser to see what cloths I could get, I choose a white with blue flower dress that looks comfortable, and can't help but think of how the blue looks likes Dorians eyes, tears fill my eyes, how long will I stay here in this unknown world with these people , I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt a tear drop on my arm. I wipe away my tears and head for the bath room.

I emerge from the bath room feeling slightly better after being clean and having a good cry, I didn't know exactly when dinner would be served so I decided to have a looked around what was to be my room, a bookshelf in the corner of the room caught my eye, was running my hand along the titles that I couldn't read when someone clears their throat behind me, I turn quickly my magic rising in me, ''I didn't mean to scare you'' Azriel apologizes, he's standing by the door ''It's alright, I didn't hear you knock or enter? '' he looks at me with that same look from earlier '' What '' I ask '' Nothing , it's nothing, come lets go to dinner and introduce you to the rest of our court''

My palms begin to sweat as we walk to the dinning room, nervous to meet these people, I can't help but wonder whats going on back home, is Aelin alright did she find her way back ? is Dorian alright? did they make it in time to save Terssasn? will I ever see any of them again? ''I can hear you thinking, I can promise you as crazy as these people may be we will not harm you unless you prove to be a threat'' I look out the corner of my eye towards Azriel and give him a tight lipped smile '' that was not at all what I was thinking but thanks for the input'' we enter the dinning room and Rhysand, Cassan, Amren and the female from earlier are already seated, then there is three new females at the table as well one sharp looking female sitting next to Cassian and the female sitting next to her looked like a softer version of the sharp female, sisters possiblely, and then there was the third female wearing a red gown.

Azriel guides me to a seat and pulls out the chair next to mine, '' know that we are all here let me introduce you to my people, this is my mate Feyre and those are her sisters Nesta ( the sharp one) and Elain ( the soft one, who is glaring at me from across the table) and my cousin Morrigan . Everyone this is Y/n'' I smile at them and give an awkward wave to them ''It's nice to meet you all''

After the introductions where done food just appeared out of thin air, my shock must have shown on my face because Cassian says with a grin on his face '' what they don't have magic where your from? '' I look at him with shock still in my voice '' we do have magic we're I'm from it's just...I've never seen things just appear from thin air'' ''They just come from thin air it was just simply moved from the kitchen to the table'' Rhysand says amusement  shinning in his face.

As dinner comes to end I can't help but feel as Elain has a problem with me, she has been giving me dirty looks the whole night, as I look over at her now she is whispering something to Nesta who looks me up and down, with a sneer on her face, I look away quickly, and Azriel bumps me with his elbow , I look at him and he leans in to whisper '' if you wish to leave you may just ask and I am more then happy to take you back to your room'' I nod slowly and rise from my seat '' thank you for the dinner I would like to go back to my room and rest'' Rhysand looks at me and gives a gentle smile of course, tomorrow I'll have Az come by your room so that we may start our course of finding you a way home''

As we walk back to my room Azriel is quiet, and I let curiosity win over me'' what are these shadows around you?'' he looks shocked at my question but answers my question '' they are... like companions they also help me with my job.'' ''oh, I like them.'' and as i say that one breaks away and comes close to my face and it almost looks like it tilts it head in curiosity , I giggle and it goes around my neck before returning to Azriel, ''they're adorable'' he looks at me with a soft smile and says ''we're here'' he opens my door for me and as I go in I turn to say goodnight when I bump right into his muscled chest, ''oh I'm so sorry I-'' I stopped talking as I look at him in the eye and my breath was knocked right out of me, he looks down at me with his mouth slightly parted, his warm breath hits my face and I feel myself heat up, we slowly start to lean in and I close my eyes when a voice breaks the moment and we pull away from eachother to see who it was, Elain stands a few feet from us with a innocent look on her face and speaks in her language towards Azriel. He looks back at me and says '' I.. I'll see you tomorrow morning'' its takes me a minute to reply ''yes, yes uhm right I'll see you tomorrow''

As I enter my room I groan, what was I thinking, I was just about to kiss him, this man who I barely know, I run my hands over my face and head to the dresser to look for some thing to sleep in. As I climb into my bed I can't help but think of that almost kiss with Azriel.

Part 2

AN: alright thats all for now , I will make a pt 2 if you all enjoy this part, the next pt will defiently have more Az x reader scenes, hope you enjoyed this fic, and feedback is greatly welcomed, also if there is a scene you would like to see I will definitely add it , sorry if there are spelling mistakes it's like 1 in the morning so😅

[iwillwalkthroughthefire]

Seriously, I don't need anything from a man... Actually, maybe give me some money. I don't need money from a man; I've got my own, but I want money from a man.

—Aelin Ashryver Galathynius leaving the Assassins' Keep with the fake Wyrdstone ring on her finger

[plasmometer]

We smokin straight Dark age STCs

When I pearled this bitch the admech made me a planetary governor

Smoking straight scrapcode

Shit's corrupting my data

She gave my man of iron some abominable intelligence

We snorting percs right off the Golden throne

Lighting my blunt on the astronomicon

I gave my ganger one boltgun and he single-handedly raised the hive's murder rate

Actually that's cap, I gave him two

Shit ain't nothing to me man

Rolled up that corrupted wyrdstone empyrean pack

Sparked that shit off the gellarfield, got the navigator catching a contact high

ok

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Night-Terrors | Aedion x Reader

Summary: After the war is over, Aedion is still tormented by nightmares, leaving you to soothe him.

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: Mentions of death, yknow bc war, nightmares, but it ends good

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for tog, so be patient with me, but I hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

Aedion Ashryver believed he deserved this.

Aelin had used the three keys to forge the gate, to lock the Gods and Erawan away, but she’d given her life for nothing. Erawan remained, and the Gods had betrayed them.

The battle at Morath raged. Gavriel was dead, Fenrys and Lorcan well on the way. Their army was depleted, and the scent of death and suffering surrounded them. The Ironteeth had slaughtered all the Crochans and Manon’s Thirteen. The Myceniens were gone. Whatever remained of the ruhkins beyond their rotting corpses that had fallen to the ground days ago, Aedion didn’t know.

The wild people of the Wolf Tribe hadn’t come, and Dorian had probably been slaughtered by now. Where the older Lords had gone, he didn’t know either.

The battle went on until the Witch Towers were up, and with the amplified blast of the Yeilding, their entire army was ashes. Maeve and Erawan smiled at him, pure wickedness in their faces.

It was over. They lost.

Maeve slipped into his mind, and he was too weak to stop those icy talons from digging in. She gave him one last vision before the Wyrdstone collar clamped around his neck.

A world with no fire or flame, not a whisper of Aelin’s power, a world with no magic, only possessed by the tyrants of the world.

No light.

Valg infested the streets, spreading their stain of darkness until that was all Erilea was. Aedion couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think. There was nothing and no one there for him, not even you, inside that broken realm.

Because he had failed.

Any last inch of spirit he had was when he tried to struggle against it, against them, but too soon did he hear a resounding click of stone against stone, and the coldness of it around his throat.

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You were half-asleep when you first heard his mumbling.

Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, your hair tousled by sleep, you saw Aedion writhing and struggling in his sleep. It wasn’t a sight that surprised you, not anymore.

The nightmares were a common occurrence for both you and Aedion, more so for him, and you’d slowly learned how to comfort him and help him through them, but never did he thrash this badly. And then he stopped, and you wondered if it was over.

You laid a gentle hand on his upper arm.

“Aedion?”

You whispered, and right after that, he jolted up. Before you could even move an inch, you were pinned forcefully against the bed, a hand around your throat and squeezing. He had a wild look in his eye, panic and fear flooded his scent.

“Stop—Aedion-“

You choked out, hands held down by him. You couldn’t move an inch, not beneath all his weight and pure muscle, especially with the hold he had you in. Muscle memory, most likely. Instinct too.

Right when your vision started getting splotchy, he must’ve realized what he was doing, because the pressure was immediately gone and he flipped onto his back beside you, sitting up, staring in horror. His chest was heaving as he panted for breath, silver lining his eyes.

“Oh gods, you’re-..you aren’t hurt, are you?”

He asked, his hands twitching as they went to go check you for any injury, before hesitating, knowing you might not want to be touched after what he’d done. You sat up, shakily taking in a breath, hands brushing over your throat before you took his in your own. They dwarfed yours, unsurprisingly.

“I’m fine, okay? Just..what happened?”

His eyes still shone with guilt, but he seemed more reassured by your hands in his. With a deep sigh, he squeezed your hands once. A few moments of silence passed, before he spoke, tears building.

“I don’t know, it was just a nightmare, but Aelin was gone, and we lost, and they put a collar around..”

His voice trailed off, and then the tears fell, and he was sniffling, his hands separating from yours to wipe them away. Your heart broke at the sight of your mate, terrorized by nightmares and tormented by them.

You scooted closer to him, arms sliding around his waist carefully, tentatively, until he leaned into you, folding into your arms and sobbing into your shoulder. Your hand soothingly ran circles on his back as he babbled nonsense against your skin.

Eventually, sobs turned to sniffles, and he shifted to lie down with you, pulling some of the warm blanket over you as his golden hair spilled onto the pillow. You moved your hands to stroke his hair, lightly scratching his scalp in a way you knew he loved. He opened his eyes again, peering up at you.

“You’re sure that you’re alright?”

He questioned quietly, concerned and guilty still. You nodded.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?”

You questioned right back, and he sighed, nodding. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he needed you to ground him back down to reality, so he couldn’t get lost in nightmares or dreams. His head buried right into the nook of your shoulder as he took a deep inhale of your scent, and relaxed further after that.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You drowsily asked, and he shook his head.

“In the morning.”

He mumbled, and you gave a little hum of acknowledgment. Both of you had a habit of putting things off till morning, the discussion of his nightmare only being another one of them as you both began drifting off to sleep.

It was safe to say that Aedion Ashryver slept dreamlessly for the rest of the night.

[acourtofquestions]

She didn't move; she didn't speak. She just sat there and stared at the wall of the carriage. A perfect, broken, obedient doll. I love you, Arobynn Hamel.

—

She'd held it together during the carriage ride, maintaining the mask of the puppet Arobynn believed she'd become. She crossed the room, keeping her arms at her sides to avoid chucking the Wyrdkey against the wall.

—

Every minute was an agony, but there were too many eyes on them—too many, even as they finally reached the warehouse and climbed out.

They waited until Arobynn's carriage had driven off before Rowan and Aedion flanked the queen as she slipped inside the warehouse and up the stairs.

The curtains were already shut inside the house, a few candles left burning. The flames caught on the golden dragon embroidered on the back of that remarkable gown, and Rowan didn't dare breathe as she just stood in the center of the room. A slave awaiting orders.

"Aelin?" Aedion said, his voice hoarse.

Aelin lifted her hands in front of her and turned.

She pulled off the ring. "So that was what he wanted. I honestly expected something grander."

[nestaismommy]

The wing leader cocked her head, her iron-tipped hand still touching the Wyrdstone collar. “Do you want me to kill you, Dorian?

“I want you to do a lot of things to me,” the prince said, raking his eyes along the witch’s body.

[wyrdstonethenovel]

CH 9: THE PONTUS

AN: Wyrdstone is a serial fantasy series updating every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday here on Tumblr. Wyrdstone is a classic RIVALS FIGHT FOR THE THRONE TM. With magic. And gods. And oaths. And rivals. And gayz. Did I mention the gayz? Enjoy:

IX. THE PONTUS 

Admrilia walked to the Pontus’ bow just as dawn yawned across the horizon. She existed for this calm as the first rays of sunlight reflected off the dark waters of the Semperimar. Here, just as the world awoke she could be alone with her thoughts. Admrilia nodded to the helmsmen, inhaling the sharp salty breeze and threw her hands over the railing. Minutes later, life aboard the Pontus began with military precision. Neptori rose to release the night crew and took their stations along the deck. As visibility improved, Admrilia spotted the rest of their fleet behind them, prepared for another day sailing along the coastline. 

Admrilia too, should get about her duties. She confirmed with Ros, the helmsmen, about their days course. Over the past days, she had dived into helping command the Pontus. She had hoped that if she showed her trustworthiness, the Conqueror would call upon her. He hadn’t. The Conqueror had grown accustomed to secluding himself inside his tent with his council. He had left her and Asho up to their own devices. Admrilia rarely saw her cousin. He spent his days in the sails, watching the waves or dozing. Once she had ran into him in the kitchen, hand in a bag of dates while the groggy cook wasn’t looking. The prince had merely raised an eyebrow at her, mid-chew. 

Admrilia broke her fast, and spent the afternoon training with Flavius and Alexandros under the guidance of the conqueror’s centori. Their instructor, Tygris Gaius Agrippa, was unusually young for the post. Only in his thirties, but he was ruthless in his command of the legionnaires stationed on the Pontus through their exercises. He barked out the various attacks and blocks, Admrilia took refuge in the movements. She normally preferred the spear and nets assigned to neptori, but she knew she would have to strengthen her proficiency with a gladius. The Silver Islands had taught her that. 

When Tygris dismissed them, Admrilia took her sore muscles back to her small cabin. She spent her nights reading up on the complicated entanglements of the Empire. Admrilia shuddered at the thought of not having a response if the Conqueror called upon her. If every action taken in the next year was cumulative in his decision, then there were only one steadfast direction forward. 

The days slid into a week. The first neptor abandoned the coastline for the open sea. Admrilia grew eager for their first stop at Thrysne Island to pay homage to the Stormlord before they headed to Sugia Territory. She ran laps around the trireme, trained underneath centori Tygris and his men, and waited outside the Conqueror’s tent, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for the call. 

Admrilia was unsure what had awakened her, but the dream had left her cold and breathless. The premonition fading from her consciousness as quickly as it had formed. She rubbed against her chest, forcing herself to breath. Admrilia got dressed. She pushed past the sleepy oarsmen to the main deck, expecting solace at the bow. 

Asho laid with his back on the deck, hands in his unruly hair. He tilted his head over as she approached. “Admrilia?” 

“What are you doing out here?” 

“Stargazing.” He said as if it was obvious. 

“Oh.” Admrilia’s feet slid backwards. “I won’t intrude.”

“No.” Asho patted the deck. “Join me.”

Admrilia sighed and lowered herself down on the cold planks. She gazed up at the midnight sky. It wasn’t particularly impressive, the little anklets of light as inspiring as the freckles on Asho’s face. Asho’s eyes darted over. “There’s the Tyrysian stag.” Asho pointed to a square collection of stars to the north. “The hunter, he’s over there, kills it and gives it to the Maiden.” Admrilia muttered something incoherent that he mistook for permission to continue. “Over there is the crab.” Asho’s toe snatched towards her achilles. 

Admrilia curled back her toes. “Don’t.” She warned. “So you really do this to entertain yourself?”

“Yes.” 

“Gods below, I never knew you could be so boring.” Admrilia blew away her hair. 

Asho grew quiet. “They remind me of my father.”

Ashen. Admrilia’s face grew uncharacteristically hot. “Oh.” 

Asho pushed himself to his feet. He wasn’t looking at her. “I’m sorry to bother you. I should go get some sleep.”

Admrilia grunted a noncommittal “no, don’t,” as he turned. She sat up, but Asho was already stalking back towards the sails. 

[yourejinx]

Does Tamlin have a wyrdstone heart?????

I'm re reading acotar after finishing the ToG series and I'm - 🧐

[joemerl]

Writer's Month 2024, Day 16: "Ship"

Original fiction/Science Fantasy story Word count: 468 Summary: Based on this from @writing-prompt-s.

Captain Andromeda Mattinson strode into the Engine Room, her expression grim.

"Alright, people. Can anyone explain to me why we're stuck floating halfway between Saturn and Uranus?"

Private Michael Cheng coughed nervously. He strode forward, gave a quick salute and muttered, "With all due respect, ma'am, you might want to���"

"—shut up and listen for once, that's what she might want to do!"

Commander Wyrdstone strode forward, pounding his staff angrily on the metal floor. Unlike the rest of the U.S.F. Phoenix crew, Wyrdstone didn't wear a traditional uniform—or rather, he wore a very traditional one, a long robe with impactably wide sleeves and a pointed hat, all covered with planets and stars. (His outfit could, in fact, serve as a workable stellimap.) He looked even more frazzled than usual, glaring at the captain from beneath bushy eyebrows.

"I TOLD you that we needed powdered griffin claw! How do you expect me to power a hyperdrive without griffin claw?!"

She worked to keep her voice even. "Griffin claw is hard to come by on Charon. Private Cheng assured me that you would be able to—"

"Private Cheng has as much brains as a cockatrice!"

Michael, who was Wyrdstone's apprentice, winced. "I just said, sir—a wizard of your caliber might be able to—"

"Even Merlin couldn't conjure faster-than-light travel from nothing! A lesser wizard wouldn't have gotten us past Neptune! Now, if we had stopped at Ariel, LIKE I SAID TO, we might have gotten some more fuel. But why should anyone listen to ME?!" He waved his hand dismissively. "Never mind that I was running spaceships before the Outer Planets were colonized!"

Captain Mattinson took a deep breath. "What can we do?" she asked calmly.

"Wait for a griffin to fly by," the wizard said, voice dripping sarcasm.

"Actually, sir—"

Michael winced as both of his superiors turned, Wyrdstone with eyes blazing beneath his bushy eyebrows. He swallowed, then pulled on a chain around his neck. A single small gemstone appeared from under his shirt.

"A Neptunian diamond I keep for emergencies. It should have enough magic to—"

He let out a strangling sound as Wyrdstone grabbed the chain, bringing the crystal to his eye for study.

"Hmm. Not the worst specimen I've seen. I can at least get us to Phoebe on this." He released the chain, then gave Michael an appraising look. "Good work, boy. You might just make a passable wizard yet."

He removed the chain from Michael's neck, then stomped away, giving neither him nor the captain another look. Michael rubbed his aching neck, while Captain Mattinson looked stony.

"I really need to fire that old warlock," she said, shaking her head. But Michael knew that she wouldn't. Say what you want about him, you couldn't find a better astromage than Wyrdstone.