#acomaf crossover

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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!

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“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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Daddy AZ!!!! I’m such a simp.

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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.

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

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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:

[darklove9314-blog]

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!!)

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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.

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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!

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Tats man

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

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

[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.

*****

“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.

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I could melt looking into those eyes! Our Highlord Rhysand

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Literally LAUGHING out loud

ACOSF Characters as John Mulaney quotes

Nesta, at the beginning:

Rhys to Nesta:

Mor the whole book:

(seriously she was there for like two pages)

Gwyn:

Cassian, about Nesta:

Rhys, after Nesta saves Feyre and Nyx:

Nesta during the Blood Rite: