#acomaf crossover

[offtorivendell]

The Weaver's Song

Disclaimer: well I thought I had time to edit this properly and tidy it up, but joke's on me, apparently the entirety of HOFAS has leaked in Portuguese over night. That'll teach me (haha, never) to leave something in my drafts for months. So this may or may not be correct, and YOU might know that, but I'm not going to read the whole thing until I have the original version.

If someone has already posted this theory, I'm sorry!

Spoilers: this contains information from ACOTAR, TOG and CC series books 1 and 2. Please do not discuss spoilers in the comments until after HOFAS has officially been published, or in the reblogs without warning (and ideally a read more option)!

This may be fanciful, but I think I may know what The Weaver was singing about in ACOMAF... it was a metaphor for Prythian history and Void travel.

“There were two sisters, they went playing, To see their father’s ships come sailing … And when they came unto the sea-brim The elder did push the younger in.”

Theia's two daughters, as @silverlinedeyes has posted before, she thinks the second daughter brought Truth-Teller back to Prythian through a rift - though was there a third, unknown sibling, as @wingedblooms and I have theorised?

Playing - playing music? Music as the universal magic/language? Urd’s music?

Whether or not they're also Fionn's daughters, if literal, the ships could be people travelling through the Void/Rift to Midgard… the Feyre, the Nesta, the Elain come to mind, except maybe the Selene, the Eos and the Helios?

The Haldren Sea sounds like it could have a rift/portal in it (similar imagery to the Court of Nightmares/Hewn City). Port/portal?

Did Helena push her younger sister into the rift, to make her return through the Void and save Prythian from the Asteri, per @silverlinedeyes?

If this was then case then Helena knowingly sacrificed herself.

“Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam, ’Til her corpse came to the miller’s dam.”

Did she travel through multiple worlds until she reached Prythian, similar to Aelin as the red star? Or was this after returning to Prythian and living her life she then travelled again across the murky realm?

Miller's dam - dam could be their mother? The Mother? Silba?

A dam is also a body of water. The Cauldron?

Miller is one of the oldest human professions - milling grains for bread.

Miller is also a type of moth - moth wings at the HOW library, with their Cauldron/bowl-type statues at the entrance?

What if the Void/Cauldron is the Miller, and Chaos/Cauldron's water is the Dam?

What if the Void/Cauldron is the earth, Chaos/Cauldron's water is the dam, and the Miller is the hypothetical third sibling?

How do the underground waterways and/or the pool of Starlight in the Spring Court fit in?

“But what did he do with her breastbone? He made him a viol to play on. What’d he do with her fingers so small? He made pegs to his viol withall.”

The viol is an instrument; is the language of the universe a song? This would support my idea that Singing is a language of the gods, and Sight/messages from the gods could be a form of Singing.

Breastbone, spells and bonds are threads, viol strings? Pegs tighten/tune the strings. Witchy and sorcery spell vibes, but also hello PUPPET VIBES. Who is/will the Cauldron using as a puppet?

“And what did he do with her nose-ridge? Unto his viol he made a bridge. What did he do with her veins so blue? He made strings to his viol thereto.”

Nose - smells, Azriel can smell the Elucien bond… because it's discordant (theory on the way)? Amren could smell Feysand’s bond, how?

Bridge - I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife. Paint that when we get home. - ACOWAR, chapter 69. Truth-Teller connecting with the Starsword.

"A violin bridge is a maple piece that sits atop the violin and lifts the strings above the fingerboard in a way that allows you to play both single notes and double stops. It transmits the string vibrations to the soundbox (body of the violin)." It's a conduit. Could Carranam be relevant here?

Blue - Azriel's siphons, the veins in Elain's eyes in the tent scene when she Looked for the Suriel. Can she see the threads?

Viols have six strings - three brothers and three sisters?

“What did he do with her eyes so bright? On his viol he set at first light. What did he do with her tongue so rough? ’Twas the new till and it spoke enough.”

Eyes bright - like Elain's when she's in pain? Pain is a link to the divine, do her eyes go bright when she's using her magic?

Eyes at first light - Sight/Singing at dawn? Eos?

First light - firstlight?

To set at something, to go after it… with an instrument playing him through the Void? Someone is after the firstlight and will go after it. The Asteri and Bryce. Mystics? Elain?

Till - as in the soil/gardening? More likely a boat's till/tiller; did Theia's second daughter’s tongue become the rudder that allowed “the Miller” to steer his way through the water/Void/space between… Lightsingers? Mystics? And there were three ships named after Feyre, Nesta and Elain Archeron.

Mor speaks the truth, Elain speaks what she Sees.

“Then bespake the treble string, ‘O yonder is my father the king.’”

“Then bespake the second string, ‘O yonder sits my mother the queen.’”

“Then bespake the strings all three, ‘Yonder is my sister that drowned me.’”

The father/king and mother/queen have been separated, and are in different locations.

Different worlds?

Fionn/the father/king is in Prythian.

Theia/the mother/queen "sits" somewhere else… a hell/Hel realm? Sits on a throne?

The sister/Helena is in Midgard.

I really think that the Weaver was singing to nobody/Feyre about Prythian's ancient history, along with the crossover - and potential instructions on how to navigate the Void to "go to Hel" - all the way back in ACOMAF! When she just happened to be collecting a six pointed star sapphire ring (six strings?) for Rhys?

Will each sister become a magical, Singing tiller for the bat boys' wings (as rudders), guiding and guarding them through the Void? It gives a whole new depth of meaning to Papa Archeron's fleet going down in a storm!

This also fits for Vassien, with Lucien being the magical tiller and Vassa as the firebird. And even possibly More and Emerie, if her wings get healed, or she gets her own Pegasus! Could it parallel the way they had to fly through holes in the Wall back in the OT, before Hybern destroyed it with the Cauldron (which just happens to contain Void)?

Will they be the light in the dark?

SJM you wicked bloody genius, this cannot be a coincidence. 🙏🏻

PLEASE BE VERY CAREFUL NOT TO SPOIL HOFAS FOR OTHERS WITH DISCUSSIONS ABOUT THE LEAKS!

[foxcort]

back with another KoH is an imposter theory that spins everything back on prythian (the land modeled after the uk) instead of hybern (the land modeled after ireland)

what if KoH is originally from the dusk court? and after its destruction (or after the night court absorbed it?) he recreated himself as a citizen of hybern, climbed the monarchy (through marriage? marriage could explain his relation to dagdan and brannagh? insert daemati bloodline theory somewhere here) and became the KoH that way?

this would’ve had to have happened a long looooong time ago. like hundreds of years before The War so as to make KoH’s claim and position more believable

maybe the dusk court was full of creatures like the attor? and maybe he slowly introduces a military force only loyal to him that way?

still would love the idea of fionn as a hybern rebel leader and the true king of hybern via gwydion in an arthurian twist

[acourtofquestions]

“A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars that gazed back.” — “To the people who look at the stars and wish. To the stars that listen, and the dreams that are answered.”

[theoverlyenthusiasticwriter]

Howl

This is the moment that Azriel and Fenrys fall in love with each other. Well, maybe not the moment, but the realization.

*****

Mor sighed obnoxiously as she collapsed in her seat. “Did somebody curse me or something? What the fuck is going on?”

Fenry popped an olive into his mouth, grinning. “Tough break?”

“Gah. I’m practically being ignored.” Mor groaned, dropping her head onto the table.

“Oh dear, Fen, what have you done to Mor?” Cassian asked as he slid into the seat beside Mor.

Azriel took the seat across from him and beside Fenrys, passing out the new round of drinks he’d collected.

“Apparently, everyone’s too busy staring at my beautiful face to look at hers.” Fenrys sighed piteously.

“I even tried flirting!” Mor cried. “Do you know how bad I am at flirting?” 

Cassian rolled his eyes. “It’s not that hard.”

“Really? I doubt you even know how to— girls just throw themselves at you.”

“Of course I know how. Watch and learn.”’ Cassian slid closer to her and wrapped a lock of her golden hair around his fingers. His voice lowered. “You busy tonight, princess?”

Mor burst into laughter while Azriel snorted loudly. He was drunk, Fenrys could tell. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, and he’d swayed a bit when he set down their drinks.

“Got something to add, shadowsinger?” Cassian crooned.

“There’s no way that would work.” Azriel sat back, gesturing to Mor. “Look at her. She’s not even blushing.”

“Like you could do any better.”

“Watch and learn, brother,” Azriel purred before turning to Fenrys.

He put a hand on Fenrys’ thigh, dangerously high, and leaned in, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear so he could whisper, “Leave your door unlocked.”

All thoughts flew from Fenrys’ head as he blanched, cheeks aflame. He’d never… Nobody had ever…

Azriel chuckled softly as he withdrew, throwing Cassian a smug look. “That’s how it’s done.”

Fenrys’ tried to control his face and failed, epically. 

Across from him, Mor laughed. “Oh, Azzy! I think you broke him. He’s blushing like a virgin.” 

Fenrys put his elbows on the table so he could bury his head in his hands, mortified by his own reaction. Az was just joking, for gods��� sake. 

Azriel patted his shoulder, which wasn’t very comforting at all. “That’s how you know it worked,” he told Mor and Cassian.

“Don’t tease the poor guy like that. Look. He’s about to have a conniption.” Cassian pushed Fenrys’ drink into his line of sight, which he greedily accepted.

Azriel slung an arm over the back of Fenrys’ chair as conversation moved on. 

Cassian jerked his chin to the bar. “Why don’t you show us in the field, Az? For all we know, Fenny could just have a crush on you.”

Azriel chuckled again as Fenrys choked on his drink. He tilted his head, eyeing the brunette Cassian had indicated. Fenrys’ gaze was drawn to the hard line of his jaw as Azriel leaned closer. The movement pushed his side into Fenrys’ shoulder, warming him. “Not my type.”

“Right,” Mor purred. “You’ve got a thing for blonds. Two seats down, in the black dress.”

“I do not have a thing for blonds. Also, she came in with someone.” 

Cassian elbowed Mor, wiggling his brows. “He’s been watching her, then.”

“I’ve been watching everybody.” Azriel’s fingers danced absently over Fenrys’ shoulder. “Or have you forgotten my job description?”

“Oh, come on, Az. Indulge us.” Mor propped her elbows on the table, pouting. “We all know you haven’t taken anyone home in months. That is, unless someone is waiting for you there…”

“Stop digging, Mor,” said Azriel, his voice lowering a fraction.

“Ha!” Mor slammed her hand on the table. “I knew it! Fen, you owe me ten marks.”

Azriel looked offended. “Fenrys, you’ve joined in their shenanigans?”

Fenrys sheepishly handed over the money. “You never talk about your lovers, and if you’re getting all pissy over the mention of one, that means…”

“I don’t have one.”

Fenrys snatched his coins back from Mor. “Pay up. Both of you. I told you I could get him to admit it.”

“Goddamnit.” Cassian dug around in his pockets. 

Azriel sighed. “Why are you all so invested in my love life?”

“Because it’s so damned boring,” Mor groused. “How long has it been since you got laid, huh? With how bitchy you’ve been, I suspect a month at least.”

“I thought he was normally like this,” Fenrys said around a grin. “There’s some other state beyond absolute grouch?” 

“There's a slightly more tolerable grouch.” Cassian sipped his drink. 

Azriel rolled his eyes. 

Fenrys, who relished any reaction whatsoever from the shadowsinger, couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of triumph.

Triumph, and something else.

*****

Conversation moved on. Azriel was only half-paying attention. He blamed it on the alcohol, but the real culprit may have been Fenrys, laughing at his side. He looked more handsome when he was happy, Azriel thought.

They left an hour later. They still had to train tonight, Azriel had reminded Fenrys when he grumbled about leaving. 

As they flew, Fenrys pointed to the mountain peak. “Can we go there?” he shouted over the wind.

Azriel glanced at him, but shrugged. A new terrain wouldn’t hurt. A few minutes later, they landed on the very tip of the mountain.

Fenrys grinned, looking out over the city.

“Why here?” Azriel asked from a few paces away. 

“I don’t know.” Fenrys went to the very edge. “Do you ever just want to scream?”

“What?” Azriel came to his side, close enough to grab him if he tumbled.

“Like, just… let it out, you know? Just scream.” Fenrys gazed out at the city. “I guess you’ve never had a desire to be loud. It would be against your dark and mysterious nature.”

Azriel snorted. He had the desire to be loud, to scream and cry and rage, but those were emotions better suited to a saner man. He wasn’t sure if he started yelling that he’d be able to stop.

Fenrys blinked at him. “I don’t think you really get it. Shall I demonstrate?”

Azriel waved a hand. “Go ahead.”

Fenrys tipped his chin to the sky, drew in a deep breath, and roared.

The sound was instantly swallowed up by the wind, torn from Fenrys’ throat. It didn’t sound like anguish or rage or any good reason to be roaring. It was just… sound for the sake of sound.

The last notes vanished as quickly as they appeared. Fenrys turned to Azriel, his cheeks flushed with more than the alcohol. “See?”

“Does that make you feel better?” Azriel asked, honestly curious.

“More than you’d expect. Try it.”

Azriel shook his head. “I think I’m good.”

“Come on.” Fenrys poked him in the ribs. “It’s not going to hurt anything.”

“There’s no point.”

“And does everything you do have to have a purpose? What kind of life is that?”

Azriel crossed his arms over his chest and said pathetically, “Ahhhh.”

Fenrys laughed. “Gods. That’s going to live forever in my mind. Not like that. Like… like a howl.”

“Not everyone is half wolf,” Azriel reminded him.

“Hey, the wolves got this one right. I promise.” Just to show off, Fenrys tilted his face back to the moon and howl, low and loud. This one was different: the haunting bay of an animal rather than the pure emotion of a man.

Azriel couldn’t help but be transfixed.

Fenrys’ eyes opened, as dark and depthless as the earth itself. “What?” he asked.

Azriel shook his head. “Fine.”

Fenrys waited.

Rolling his eyes, Azriel tried not to feel a little shy. He hesitated, then turned away from Fenrys, hands fisted at his side. He didn’t close his eyes like Fenrys and let out a shout like thunder. 

The shadows went wild, leaping and quivering, almost as if they were surprised. They licked into the air, devouring the sound almost as quickly as the wind did. 

Azriel opened his eyes wide, a hand going to his throat, where the shout had died. And it… it felt good. He felt almost… lighter? That wasn’t the right word. Some things can’t be described by words.

Fenrys chuckled. “How was it?”

“It…” Azriel’s gaze slid to Fenrys’ mouth without his permission. He wanted to consume that grin and all the noice that came from it. Wanted to eat Fenrys alive. “It’s cathartic.”

“It is.” Fenrys sat down on the very edge of the mountain, feet dangling, completely unaware of where Azriel’s thoughts had turned. It was a long few moments before Azriel sat beside him.

“How often do you do this?” 

Fenrys tilted his head. “Not as often as I’d like to. It’s hard to find places where you can just scream.”

Azriel’s wings splayed out behind him, curling protectively around Fenrys’ shoulders. The lights of Velaris were a night sky themselves, as breath taking as the first time he’d seen them.

Fenrys leaned against Azriel’s shoulder and yawned. “Do we really have to train today?”

“No,” Azriel said quietly. For his mind was still catching up, still trying to explain the haunting image that had scorched the inside of his brain:

A boy, eyes closed, head back, howling to a moon that was not his own.

[chunkypossum]

Come Hel or High Lord

Chapter 2 || Read on AO3

A little WIP Wednesday. Currently 15 chapters on Ao3 and counting…

“Before you say no-” “I’ve already said no.” Nesta stomped her foot and growled at him, her fists clenched at her sides.  A flicker of silver fire lit her eyes and it took everything in him not to shudder.  “Rhysand just talk to her. You haven’t spoken a word to her since you sent her up here and she is going mad with grief. She just tried to stab me with her gods damned sword!” Nesta threw her harm back and pointed toward the commotion making him flinch. His shoulders slumped slightly and he exhaled slowly. She was right, he hadn’t. A fact that filled him with guilt. He had let everyone else shoulder this burden while he hid away, dealing with his own demons.   A growl followed by a frustrated scream and what sounded like a string of curses in another language came from inside the room and Rhys and Nesta both winced.  “It doesn’t sound like she wants to do much talking.”  “Rhysand .” Nesta hissed at him and he gave her a wink and sidestepped her open hand as it came whirling for his shoulder. He ducked down the hall before stopping at the door.  Rhysand chanced a glance back at Nesta, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Cassian had his hands clasped at her shoulders and Azriel stood next to them wreathed in shadows, a careful blank stare on both their faces. He took a deep breath and picked a piece of lint off his shirt before tucking his hands in his pockets and sauntering over the threshold.

 

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[cpeersmann]

Daddy AZ!!!! I’m such a simp.

Art by: @victoria.melya in on Insta

[colorlesschristmastree]

Do you think Feyre will be featured in CC3

Oh 100%. I mean she was already there at the end of cc2? The three key acotar players at the end of CC2 were Amren, Feyre, and Rhysand. I imagine these three having the most dialogue relating to moving the plot forward.

If you’re asking if I think Feyre is getting a pov, I would really like to think so. I certainly hope so. SJM alluded to the potential of characters who aren’t from the cc universe getting a pov in a cc book so I can only hope that it’s Feyre. I don’t think it would be anyone outside of that key three though, my mind leans towards Feyre because she’s the protagonist of the acotar series and her and Rhysand are the centers of everything. It could end up being Rhys though.

[chloejohnsonart]

✨🌸🗡️ ACOTAR X SAILOR MOON 🗡️🌸✨

Ever wondered what the Archeron sisters would look like as Sailor Guardians? We’ll wonder no more! Who is your fave? Mine is Nesta 🔥

Art by me ☺️ please credit if reposting ❤️‍🔥

[born-to-riot]

WIP Wednesday

So I know nobody cares but it’s WIP WEDNESDAY SO imma tell y’all my current plans for the next few months and (un)officially announce a project I’ve been working on.

News Regarding Posted Fics:

Within this month (July)

Finish/post the next chapter of Rancor and Risotto

Within next two months (July/August)

Finish “I Know What You Need” my vamren x Nesta two-shot

Post next chapter of SKAM: Prythian

News Regarding Unposted Fics

Eris week

Planning a fun lil Eris betrayal one shot (and by fun, I mean fun for me. Not for you 😈)

Leaving my options open on the off chance I get inspired and do something crazy like write another fic (so far the one I mentioned above is the only one planned for that week)

Crossover fic (post date: before the end of 2024)

I think it’s time to soft launch ACOFAR (A Court of Foxes and Ravens) which is a very special project to me. Basically I’m dropping all the ACOTAR characters into the AFTG verse; the only character I’m keeping is Wymack because I want to see him call Rhys a maggot.

I will give more details once I get closer to posting it (I want to have a consistent posting schedule with this one so I need to do more prep) but I’ve been working hard on it and I wanna thank @ofduskanddreams @chunkypossum and @yanny-77 for keeping me going on it.

Anyway that’s all imma say for now. Hope y’all have a great day.

[smolvenger]

The Wildest Crossover Fic I ever thought of

Why do I suddenly like lightning get the most unhinged ideas for fics- like...

In the middle of writing the one-shot about just healing up post-battle Prince Hal, this morning I suddenly got an idea (thanks @holdmytesseract)

A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas with Loki as Rhysand (who else who read that pictured him as Rhys? :)) ) , for those of y'all who like the A Court of Mist and Fury Series.

Yes, that's natural, and in most cases, I would make Reader Feyre-

BUT

Stella Ransome from The Essex Serpent as Feyre and Will Ransome as Tamlin.

Hear me out. Like...

Our girlie Stella is sick with TB and dying. She's at this point not yet married to Will. Loki appears by her sickbed and she's like "!!!!! What is this Norse God doing here???"

But he offers to heal her if she gives him a week to stay with him every month to stay with him in Asgard. And she accepts!

Now she's healed! Then she's about to marry Will. She's suppressing her heartbreak about Will cheating on her with Cora because she thinks she loves him and can overcome that and that his happiness matters more than her own. That she loves him that much. But she is unhappy.

She's walking down the aisle. When she pauses and silently says "Help me". She stops, unable to move to the altar.

Then suddenly, a voice "Hello, Stella, darling," and WHOOSH, there's Loki in the church!

Everyone is in shock wtf is a Norse god who looks like the groom doing in a Christian church?.

He takes Stella away to Asgard. She's astounded and gets to know the motley crew- Thor, Frigga, Valkyrie, Sif, etc. This Victorian-era Lady gets to learn about this other world and magic and is astounded! Loki helps her with her trauma about being cheated on and teaches her not to sacrifice her happiness for Will's. Stella shows Loki the love and care that is sometimes denied to him. She eventually falls for Loki and dumps Will in between their time there and becomes like a Princess(High Lady) of Asgard. They're fated mates or whatever???

I guess make Thanos the King of Hybern bad guy but maybe that's too much. I'm that unhinged

My mind below thinking of that:

[theladyofdeath]

The Holiday {4}

Ships: Nesta x Cassian / Aelin x Rowan

Written alongside @snelbz

Trope(s): Christmas, fluff, love at first sight, enemies to lovers

Summary: Nesta has just been dumped. Aelin hates her job. Both women need an escape from reality and with Christmas quickly approaching, it's the perfect time for a getaway. After discovering a trend where people can swap houses for a non-traditional vacation experience, these two women decide to spend the holidays in each other's homes. With their houses comes a series of unique experiences and a couple of handsome suitors. It's time to see just how much a change of scenery and two weeks of Christmas solitude and romance can change a person.

A/N: I hope you're all enjoying the fluff! x

Rating: M for mature - language, smut, substance use, etc. 18+.

Inspired by The Holiday (2006).

There was a diner Aelin had noticed as she was shopping the day before, nestled in between the grocery store and the pharmacy, and despite the entire kitchen’s worth of groceries she had bought, the idea of a greasy bacon cheeseburger was enough to make her stomach grumble. Before she’d even fully made the decision to stop on the way home, she was pulling into the parking lot and cutting the engine.

The neon lights around the edge of the roof, still bright in the afternoon sun, were humming as she pushed open the door and let herself in.

The hostess, wearing the cutest vintage green dress Aelin had ever seen, greeted her with a smile and led her to a booth along the front windows. She was considering the merits of ordering a chocolate milkshake to go along with her burger when a familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts.

“Are you stalking me?”

Coming to an abrupt halt, Aelin looked at the booth they were just about to pass and found Rowan smirking at her.

She managed to pull a chuckle out of her surprise. “I would say no, but recent evidence is starting to prove otherwise.”

His grin softened. “Care to join me?”

Aelin hesitated. “Oh, I don’t want to interrupt.”

Rowan shrugged. “I’m alone. All you’d be interrupting is the time I waste on my phone.”

Aelin glanced at the waitress who was waiting, humored eyes dancing between Rowan and Aelin, before she nodded. “Okay, sure. But don’t judge the display of food that’s about to be laid out before me.”

Rowan closed his menu as Aelin sat down across from him. “No judgment.”

“Rowan’s won a few too many contests here to judge anybody,” the waitress mumbled before giving Aelin a menu and a wink and walking away.

Aelin slowly turned to Rowan, brow lifted. “Contests?”

Rowan cringed. “Yeah, you know…pies…onion rings…”

“Onion rings?” Aelin laughed. “How many onion rings do you have to eat to win an onion ring eating contest?”

She swore he turned a light shade of green. “Too many.”

Aelin’s laughter continued as she opened her menu. “Fair enough. We all have our hobbies, I guess.”

Rowan chuckled. “Yeah, well, that was years ago. If I tried that now, I don’t think I’d make it. Not as young as I once was.”

He had to be under thirty, maybe a year or two older than herself, but Aelin just rolled her eyes. “Excuses.”

The waitress came back and, just to smite the man across from her, Aelin ordered a large heap of onion rings to go with her burger and milkshake.

The small talk was easy, never a lull between their words and laughter. Until Rowan asked, “So why come to Orynth and spend Christmas alone?”

Aelin, halfway through her chocolate shake, despite the fact that their food hadn’t yet come to the table, hesitated.

Rowan picked up on it immediately. “Hey,” he said, voice calm and cool. “If it’s personal, you don’t have to talk about it.”

She shook her head. “It’s not, I just…needed a break from life. I got to the point where I wanted to run away, so…I did. Just for a little while.”

Rowan’s arm rested along the back of the booth and his fingers were constantly moving. It fascinated Aelin, reminding her of fingers moving along guitar strings.

“I get that,” he said, after a minute. “If there’s ever a place to run away to, this is it. You get solitude but not so much that you go insane.”

“Are you from here?” Aelin asked.

Rowan shook his head. “Doranelle. Went to university in Orynth, though, then stayed. I prefer it up here than in the city.” 

Aelin nodded. “I can see why. It’s beautiful.”

Rowan agreed. “It is. It felt like home right away. Now I don’t see myself leaving.”

“It’s a great place for a lumberjack turned tree farmer,” Aelin noted.

Rowan laughed. “Is that what I am?”

Aelin lifted a brow. “So it seems.”

Rowan pressed his lips together as he nodded. “I guess I’m a man of many trades.”

Aelin was about to ask him what all of those trades were, but then her food was set down in front of her and her mouth watered. The bacon cheeseburger was massive and smelled heavenly.

Rowan ordered a patty melt and a plate of fries, which he wasted no time digging into. 

“All the ladies here seem to know you pretty well,” Aelin said, ripping into an onion ring.

“It’s a small town.” Rowan shrugged. “Everyone knows everybody pretty well.”

It was so different from Velaris. Aelin was constantly meeting new people every day and rarely saw them more than once, unless they were a close friend, of course. The idea of such a small town where everyone knew everyone was charming. 

As if sensing where her thoughts had drifted, Rowan asked, “Do you like living in Velaris?”

“I do,” she said, and it was true although it definitely had as many cons as pros. “It’s massive and hectic and loud, but there’s something about it that you can’t find anywhere else.”

“I went a few years ago just to see Starfall,” Rowan said, voice soft, genuine. “I’d never seen anything like it.” 

“Starfall is why I stayed,” she sighed, thinking of the one night a year that everyone gazed at the sky, no matter who you were or what you were doing. “I saw it my freshman year and fell in love.”

“You went to VU?” He asked, popping a fry into his mouth.

Taking a sip of her milkshake, Aelin nodded. “I did. Starfall was always a little…wild on campus.”

She immediately fell into a story from her junior year, when she, Chaol and Dorian had decided to break onto the football field and watch the stars from there. They had almost gotten caught, only getting away from security thanks to some quick thinking by Dorian, opening and closing a door to get the guard off their trail.

She was still laughing when Rowan asked, “Why didn’t he come with you?”

“Who?” Aelin blinked. “Oh, Dorian? I haven’t seen him in a few months. We all get together every couple months, but it’s hard during the holidays.”

There was a beat of silence and then Rowan asked, “So Dorian isn’t your boyfriend?”

The irony of the fact that Chaol had been her boyfriend at the time wasn’t lost on her, but she shook her head. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Rowan stared at her for a minute before saying, “Sorry, I assumed.”

Aelin shrugged, picking up the last bite of her burger. “Don't be. I don’t date much, to be honest. I work too much.”

“I get that,” Rowan said, pushing his empty plate aside. 

“How about you?” Aelin asked, dwelling in the last few sips of her shake. “Date much in a tiny town like this?”

It was a playful question, and Aelin’s tone had been light, but there was nothing light in Rowan’s eyes as they drifted away from Aelin’s. “Not really. How was your food?”

She could take a hint. 

Feeling like she suddenly crossed a line she shouldn’t have with this stranger, Aelin called for her check. “I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve taken up too much of your time. You’re probably busy.”

Rowan’s eyes snapped back to hers and they were full of surprise. “Oh, no. A perk of being self-employed is that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.” Aelin chuckled but the mood had shifted. He went on, “Although I guess I should get back to the lot. This next week will be a little hectic.”

“I’m sure,” Aelin said, pulling her wallet out of her bag. “The tree is beautiful in the living room, by the way. It’s stunning.”

Chuckling, Rowan reached into his pocket and withdrew his own wallet. He’d stopped by around eight-thirty and had Aelin’s tree in place moments later. His visit had been brief, but Aelin had enjoyed his presence, just like she had today. He was easy to talk to. “Did you really decorate it last night?”

“Absolutely.” Their server stopped by, dropping off their checks. “Took about an hour and a bottle of wine, but that cottage is ready for Christmas.”

Before Aelin could react, Rowan had grabbed both checks and stood. “If you wouldn’t mind some company, I’d love to see it.”

Aelin was so shocked by his offer that she didn’t even try to stop him. “I— You would?”

He smiled, offering her his hand to rise from the booth. “I’ll be honest, the decorations aren’t that important, but I’ll pretend if you’d like me to.”

Aelin had to get it together. This trip was not about a hookup, this trip was about relaxing and taking time for herself. But here she was, staring like a mooning teenager. Putting her hand in his, Aelin stood, tossing her loose hair over her shoulder. “I’ll have to make sure I’m free.”

Rowan’s smile twisted into a handsome smirk. “I hadn't mentioned when yet.”

“Oh.” Aelin managed not to cringe.

“How about you text me and let me know if you’re free,” he said, heading for the register with a wink.

Just fully registering that he was walking off with her check, she blurted, “Thank you!”

His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “My pleasure.”

He paid, and she hurried to the car before she could come up with an awkward goodbye. As she slid into Nesta’s driver’s seat, her heart was racing. Yet, even as she drove back to the cottage, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to say no to Rowan’s offer.

<.>.<.>.<.>

After that first night, Nesta had spent every night at the townhouse in quiet, peaceful solitude. Yet, as she looked at her nicer clothes, she wondered if she should go out.

Cassian hadn’t been back yet but she saw him leaving a half hour before with his guitar. It wasn’t that she was creeping or stalking or anything near, but she’d looked out the kitchen window at just the right time to see him loading up his car and driving away.

The temptation to go get another burger was overwhelming. 

But then she would be seeing Cassian, would risk him thinking that she had come only to see him, and that seemed horrible.

The last thing Nesta wanted was for this cocky asshole to think that she was going to watch him perform.

She’d gotten a text from Aelin that morning, asking if she minded if she used her car. After giving her permission, Nesta took her opportunity to ask about Cassian. Aelin apologized profusely, but Nesta told her not to worry about it. Aelin told her Cassian was a good guy, that they’d been neighbors for almost three years and he was one of the best guys she knew.

Nesta glared at her phone as she read the text, despite it being what she needed to hear.

No, she was not in danger of him coming back.

No, he was not going to come back and rob the place.

Yes, he really was just trying to be nice.

All day long, she considered how to spend her evening. She had weeks to get the next draft of her book to her publishers, so she decided against writing. She was sick of cooking for herself and a burger really did sound delicious.

Not to mention, she was out of wine.

With a sigh of resignation, Nesta headed for the bathroom to get ready. She supposed she owed him an apology for threatening him with a frying pan.

Embarrassed to admit that she had changed her outfit twice, Nesta was out the door in under an hour and walking toward the bustling city. The starlight above her had already begun to shine, the sun long forgotten. Snow steadily fell around her, but it was still and calming. There was no wind and the temperature was decent enough for winter. 

With the city lights coming upon her, it was a beautiful sight.

The Illyrian was packed, as usual, and instead of a table she offered to sit at the bar so that she wouldn’t have to wait. Cassian was in the middle of a song and didn’t seem to notice her as she entered. Not that he should, she thought, he doesn’t even know me.

The same guy - Rhysand - was behind the bar, pouring drinks. He poured Nesta a Jack and Coke before taking her order and putting it into the kitchen. 

As she waited for her food, Nesta spun on her barstool and leaned back against the smooth surface, drink in hand. Cassian played a ballad she had never heard of but didn’t mind, especially the way that Cassian sang it, his lips close to the mic and his eyes closed.

She took the opportunity to look at him a little closer. His hair was loose tonight and Nesta had to admit she preferred it that way, compared to the little bun she’d seen it in as well. He’d traded out his seemingly constant rotation of black shirts for a plaid button up and the sleeves were rolled up his arms. She could see tattoos peeking out from under the fabric at both his forearms and his chest.

He was so incredibly attractive. The issue was that he knew it. Oh, he knew it, and it was so blatantly obvious in the way he carried himself.

His eyes opened and roamed across the tables of women who sat near the stage. She couldn’t tell if he was tipsy or if his eyes were laden with lust, but either way the look on his face made her cheeks warm. 

“I see you’re enjoying your vacation.” 

Nesta twirled around, narrowly avoiding spilling her drink, and saw she had been joined by two women.

One being Emerie, her server from the few days before.

“Oh, hi,” Nesta said, hoping she hadn’t been staring at Cassian with a string of drool dripping down her chin. “I— yeah, this place is incredible. The burgers are to die for.”

“True,” Emerie agreed, then nodded toward the stage. “And the music?”

Nesta cleared her throat. “The music is fine. Live music is always nice.”

The other girl snorted. “Not always. You should have heard the tool that was here last week. He brought a fiddle.” She shook her head. “It was weird folk music every night.”

Emerie rolled her eyes. “Nesta, meet Gwyn. Gwyn, this Nesta. She’s visiting from Orynth.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Nesta smiled, shaking Gwyn’s outstretched hand. She turned back to Emerie. “The music is nice. Not so sure about the musician.”

Her dark brows furrowed. “Cass? Why not?”

“He’s so nice,” Gwyn added.

Nesta backpedaled, not expecting the girls to know him. “I’m sure he is, we just…had an interesting introduction.”

The girls demanded she tell them the story and she relented, both of them howling at the idea of her using a frying pan as a weapon on an intruder.

The girls fell into easy conversation, the three of them chatting about anything and everything.

As they talked about their favorite books they’d read recently, Emerie waved down another bartender Nesta didn’t recognize to order them all another round. Gwyn got noticeably quiet as their drinks were set in front of them, Nesta’s dinner as well, and he asked if they needed anything else. 

Emerie said something in reply but Nesta’s gaze had drifted back to the stage. Her back straightened when she realized that he was already watching her. His fingers picked the strings effortlessly as if all of his attention wasn’t on her. The intensity of his gaze took her breath away, and judging from the smirk on his lips, Nesta wondered just how red her cheeks were.

“I should go.”

Apparently, Emerie had been in the middle of a sentence because she came to an abrupt stop. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…tired. I had a long day.”

Gwyn frowned. “Aren’t you going to finish your food first?”

Nesta looked down at her untouched burger. “I’ll take it with me.”

She glanced over her shoulder, quickly, but Cassian had moved on. He was now looking at a drunk blonde who looked like she was about to take her top off.

Good, if one of his groupies had his attention, that meant it wouldn’t be on her.

Nesta didn’t let herself linger on the ache in her chest that felt suspiciously like loneliness as she gave Emerie and Gwyn an Oscar worthy smile. “I’ll be here for another week and a half. We should get together for coffee or something while I’m here.”

After paying for her dinner, her drinks mysteriously not being on her bill, Nesta exchanged numbers with the girls and was headed out the front door when she heard her name.

Having someone call your name in any normal situation is often unexpected, but hearing your name called in an unfamiliar city?

Nesta froze where she stood on the sidewalk, fat flakes of snow still falling, and waited. She really shouldn’t have been surprised when Cassian pushed through the doors. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the townhouse.”

“But I just got done.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

She was holding the to-go box with her burger in it in one hand, her other hand in her pocket. “And I’ve been here for about an hour already. I was ready to go.”

He took a step towards her. “Em and Gwyn would have liked for you to stay longer.”

Scoffing, Nesta asked, “Em and Gwyn? Or you? Shouldn’t you be wooing your fans?”

Cassian looked damn near offended by her comment. Or maybe it was her tone. “I’m sorry, have I done something else to piss you off?”

No. “I have to go. Have a good night.”

“At least let me give you a ride back,” he said, starting to follow her.

Nesta held up the hand that was in her pocket. “I’m perfectly capable of walking. You have better things to do.”

His brows furrowed but she ignored his quizzical expression as she turned her back to him and walked back toward Aelin’s house, hungry and alone. 

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Crescent City Series - Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hunt Athalar/Bryce Quinlan, Lidia Cervos/Ruhn Danaan, Baxian Argos/Danika Fendyr, Celestina/Hypaxia Enador, Declan Emmet/Marc Rosarin, Ithan Holstrom/Unnamed Wolf Mystic, Ariadne/Tristan Flynn, Juniper Andromeda/Fury Axtar, Nesta Archeron/Cassian, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Elain Archeron/Azriel, Azriel/Gwyneth Berdara, Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, Amren/Varian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Emerie/Morrigan (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Lucien Vanserra/Vassa, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius | Celaena Sardothien/Rowan Whitethorn, Manon Blackbeak/Dorian Havilliard, Yrene Towers Westfall/Chaol Westfall, Elide Lochan/Lorcan Salvaterre, Aedion Ashryver/Lysandra, Nesryn Faliq/Sartaq Characters: Bryce Quinlan, Hunt Athalar, Baxian Argos, Hypaxia Enador, Lidia Cervos, Ruhn Danaan, Tharion Ketos, Cassian, Elain Archeron, Emerie (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Feyre Archeron, Gwyneth Berdara, Lucien Vanserra, Morrigan, Nesta Archeron, Nyx Archeron, Rhysand, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius | Celaena Sardothien, Rowan Whitethorn, Dorian Havilliard, Manon Blackbeak, Chaol Westfall, Elide Lochan, Aedion Ashryver, Lorcan Salvaterre, Sartaq (Throne of Glass), Nesryn Faliq, Declan Emmet, Ithan Holstrom, Tristan Flynn, Celestina (Crescent City Series), The Autumn King (Crescent City Series), Rigelus (Crescent City Series), Aidas (Crescent City Series), Apollion (Crescent City Series), Sabine Fendyr, Ariadne (Crescent City Series), Ember Quinlan, Jesiba Roga, Juniper Andromeda, Fury Axtar, Pollux Antonius, Danika Fendyr, Connor Holstrom, Cormac Donnall Additional Tags: Crossover, Fantasy, Romance, Angst Summary:

Since it'll be a while until we get HOFAS, I thought it would be fun to write a fic of how I think the story will turn out. (Major Spoilers for House of Sky and Breath if you have not read it yet. Proceed with caution!!)

[foxcort]

the hibernophobia has always been a big issue for me, obviously in canon, but especially in attempting to rewrite acomaf. its just. even if i go with what sjm wrote and leave it as is because thats what she wrote, there's a slimy feeling to it.

so

what if the KoH is an imposter? a male from another faerie territory on the continent (if sjm can 'make up' a territory named bharat and say an archeron cousin died of malaria contracted from there, i can 'make up' a territory named anglia and say the main bad guy who wants to colonize all of the world originated from there) what if KoH was an advisor to the king of anglia, and long before the War, anglia almost conquered all of the faerie and human territories on the continent? what if when anglia set its sights on prythian and hybern, the two island territories banded together and tore anglia apart?

and what if in the chaos KoH reinvented himself (changed his name — and maybe his face? — to adopt the culture and history of hybern) and embedded himself in their government/monarchy because he knew the key to conquering all the known faerie territories would be to break up the hybern/prythian alliance?

[acourtofquestions]

Why do the Blue Blood Heirs & Witches give me Ianthe & the Priestess vibes???

— I don’t trust it, been burned before…

[thefaithfulwriter1]

Hello everyone! I hope you're having a good day or night lol! Oh, also Happy Holidays! Below the keep reading I have a fic that IDK if you will like that I'm not sure if I'll upload here. But I thought why not let you know about it. And I'll do a poll to see if I should upload it here on Tumblr for you guys. It's all up to you guys if I do it or not.

𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 | ❝ The act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full. ❞

She was just a shy normal young woman enjoying her life. That is until she found herself in the claws of Amarantha while visiting her friend Clare Beddor. She then finds herself being kidnapped and endearing pain like no other and witnessing many horrors. She thought it could get no worst… but then she soon found herself in the grasp of King Hybern. She was just about done with life. Until she finds herself being turned into an old extinct creature, and then finding herself in the hands of the Inner Circle. Soon she then finds herself catching the eyes of two of the Inner Circle. Two men who want nothing but to protect her from her past and the upcoming war. Two men who happened to be her mates.

↝★★↜ Taehyung x FEMALE!POC!READER x Jungkook↝★★↜

I have it on my Wattpad account if it doesn't make it on Tumblr which is thefaithfulwriter1 and yeah. It is a ACOTAR ( A Court of Thorns and Roses ) fic with BTS added or sprinkled in lol. I honestly don't know if you will like so just let me know. It is in your hands lol.

Alright BYYYEE!

[theoverlyenthusiasticwriter]

Speak My Language

Here is a Fenrys x Azriel drabble. For reference, this is before they get together. Mor’s magic translates both languages so they can understand each other.

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*WARNING: intense language. This is like literally all about a curse word.

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“What kind of word is this?” Fenrys asked, pointing to a spot on the page.

Azriel set down the knife he’d been using to chop vegetables and leaned over the book. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, with your sentence structure, it looks like it was just thrown in there. The sentence makes perfect sense without it.” Fenrys had been working on this book for a few days now and this was the first time he’d encountered such a thing.

“It’s an intensifier.”

“An intensifier?”

“Yes.” Azriel pointed to the word beside it. “It intensifies the next phrase, to draw attention to it or make it more important.”

Fenrys chewed on his lower lip. “So what’s the word?”

“Fuck.”

Fenrys choked. “Excuse me?”

Azriel gave him a confused look. “That’s the word. Or the base of it, anyway. Fuck. Fucking. It intensifies the following word. Like ‘very.’”

“It means something else in my language,” Fenrys managed to say. “In fact, I think I’ve heard you use it with its other definition.”

The translation magic Mor had given Fenrys had it’s limits, like actual writing and song, but it was still mighty hard to wrap his head around the fact that they were speaking two entirely different languages to each other. Fenrys was making an effort to learn Azriel’s language, but homographs and apparent intensifiers were getting the best of him.

Azriel moved back to his vegetables, slicing them with expert care. “What does it mean in your language? Give me a synonym.”

Fenrys narrowed his eyes. “You’re messing with me, right?”

Azriel gave him a flat look.

Fenrys sighed. “It means sex. Or to have sex. Like to fornicate, or, um—”

“I know what sex is, puppy.”

Fenrys couldn’t help but blush a little, like he always did when Azriel called him that. It was becoming a more common occurrence. “So fuck and sex aren’t used interchangeably?”

“No.”

“But I’ve heard you use the word fuck in reference to sex.”

“Have you?” Azriel arched a brow as he grabbed the next vegetable.

“Yes.” Fenrys was sure of it. He’d probably heard it at Rita’s.

“We have different words that mean sex,” Azriel provided helpfully. “Like sex, sex, intercourse, fornicate, to fuck, love, sex.”

Fenrys almost laughed at how ridiculous he sounded. They sure did have a lot of words for sex. “It must be a connotation thing. Maybe when you talk about it in a more casual fashion, the magic translates it to the word fuck, even though you’re using the same word.” Linguistics fascinated Fenrys. He almost wanted to take apart Mor’s magic and dissect it to see how it actually worked. “What do you hear when I say ‘fuck me?’”

It was Azriel’s turn to choke.