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Also the fact Aelin got to say them, took the time, & felt safe enough to do so. And then you have Rowan who remembered, took the time to say the same things back (and then some).
Which is SO extra important because she has carried the grief with Sam for so long of all the things she never got to say, she didnât get to say I love you too (âI hate packingâ will forever haunt me, though itâs still a beautiful scene, OW!) or even the grief of all the people in her life that did not love her right or used her desperate wish to be loved against her (*coughs* I hate Arobynn & the one time he uses it to manipulate her) so those words are a big deal not just on a romantic level but a fundamental human one.
And then the same goes for Rowan, who has believed/said he âbelievesâ that âthe people you love are just weapons that will be used against youâ and here he is loving her. Taking the time to say it (he didnât get enough time with Lyria and has carried every last word (carved into his very skin) for centuries), knowing how much it means for both of them, and being âunafraidâ too (for her & with her).
â ď¸â ď¸SPOILERS FOR QUEEN OF SHADOWS â ď¸â ď¸
I. LOVE. ROWAN. SO. MUCH
âYou make me want to live too, Aelin Galathyniusâ
âNot exist - but liveâ
"I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms to wastelands, never settling, never stoppingâ not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited across the next ocean, over the next mountain. But I think... I think that whole time, all those centuries, I was just looking for you."
Heâs literally the standard. I donât want to hear I love you. I want to hear this shit.
And the fact that Aelin said something similar a couple chapters back?? đđđđ
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Aelin glared up at him. "Another round."
Rowan just sheathed his sword. "After breakfast."
She growled. He growled right back.
"Don't be stupid," he said. "You'll lose all that muscle if you don't feed your body. So eat. And if you still want to train afterward, I'll train with you."
He offered her a tattooed hand.
But Aelin said, "People are dying. In Terrasen. In-everywhere. People are dying, Rowan."
"Your eating breakfast isn't going to change that." Her lips curled in a snarl, but he cut her off. "I know people are dying. We are going to help them, but you need to have some strength left, or you won't be able to."
Truth.
Her mate spoke truth. And yet she could see them, hear them. Those dying, frightened people. Whose screams so often sounded like her own.
Rowan wriggled his fingers in silent reminder. Shall we?
Aelin scowled and took his hand, letting him haul her to her feet. So pushy.
Rowan slid an arm around her shoulders. That's the most polite thing you've ever said about me.
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Follow You
Fenrys x Reader x Azriel
Summery: 30 years ago, Y/N fell through a portal and woke up in Prythian naked an afraid. She counted herself lucky that she was found by the shadowsinger and his high lord, who took her in and gave her a home. Despite their hospitality she dreamed of her home and the mate she left behind, Fenrys, who searched for her until one day.. he finds her.
A/N: OMG thank you for all the love I've received for this fic!! I literally did not expect it and I'm so happy you all like it! You can read part 1 here.
You awake in the middle of the night and turn in bed to reach for Azriel, your hand skimming the covers in search for his warmth. When you feel nothing but cold sheets you open your eyes and look to where he should be, nothing. As you begin to wake from the early morning brain fog you realise you're in the townhouse, your friends had returned, and you were going home.
......
Hours later you're sitting in the living room with Rowan and Aelin, their presence and laughter bringing you such comfort, for the first time in 30 years you feel truely at home. Aelin was in the middle of telling you about Lysandra and Aedions wedding when the inner circle walked through the front door. Your eyes met Azriels the moment he walked through the entry way, his face a mask of indifference that made you feel uneasy. You stood from your seat on the couch, unsure if you should make the steps toward him, seek the comfort in his touch.
"Hi" you say in a soft voice, the world dripping away like melting ice as you and the shadowsinger stare at each other "Hi" he responds in a voice just as soft. His smooth voice encases your body in goosebumps, his hazel eyes took a quick sweep of your body checking for any injuries making you smile slightly. "Can you two stop being so.. weird and hug?" Cassian's loud voice breaks through the tension, making your smile grow and a blush spread on your cheeks. Azriel smiles as well and makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You feel a new type of tension enter the room as Rowan and Aelin stiffen from their spots on the couch. "What's this?" Aelin asks, her posture changing from casual comfort to regal royal with the snap of her spine. You feel that stomach twisting guilt begin to suck you in again as you look between your friends. "She's my partnerâ Azriel answers with a slight growl as he brings you closer to his chest, tucking you in under his chin protectively. Aelin goes to open her mouth bur Rhysand raises his hand to interject "may I show you something?" he asks. Rowan and Aelin look at each other cautiously before nodding, slowly Rhysand uses his powers to enter their minds and shows them what happened that night they found you in the wood.
30 Years Ago
You fell from the sky, the limbs of trees smacking your naked body as you crashed to the cool ground. You screamed in pain as your plumet reached its end, hitting the ground so hard you swore the earth shook. With a broken arm that you cradled with care you began walking around the unfamillar woods, the air smelt different here, your keen eye sight couldn't pick up on anything that reminded you of home. You walked for about 15 minutes before a winged male landed before you. You yelped and began running in the other direction, your legs full of scratches that burnt and bled as your legs pumped under you. Before you got the chance to escape another winged male landed and put a knife to your throat. You whimpered and fell to your knees before him, your broken arm still pressed to your chest as you quickly submitted to the winged male. You felt the tip of his knife under your chin, slowly he lifted your face to his, all you could see in the darkness was those light hazel eyes. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice as harsh as the ground you kneeled upon "y/n" you answered. The male from earlier now stood behind you, their weapons within reach if they needed it.
The memory changed, a new memory coming to view.
It had been 18 months since the night court took you in, tried to give you a home, tried to replace what you lost. Azriel was at your door, a fresh bowl of soup in his hand as he knocked and waited for you to answer. After a few moments he let himself in, you were in bed, depression had taken its toll on you. Your hair was knotted, your skin blanched and dry, your eyes red and puffy from the lack of sleep. Azriel tried to get you to talk, but all you could mutter was his name "fenrys" over and over again. .
The memory moved forward again. You sat in the grass 6 years ago, your skin starting to give a healthy glow and your hair long and healthy. Azriel watched you as you shook your hair out of your face and laid in the grass, sweeping your hands over the blades as you took in the sweet spring air.
He approached you, his boots flanking either side of your head as he peered down to look into your eyes.
âShouldnât you be training with Cassian?â He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. With a click of your tongue you answer âI donât want to train today, I want to enjoy the first day of springâ. A small smile threatens to creep along his face as he nods, considering your statement.
âWellâ he starts, turning his head to look out towards the house of wind, like he could see Cassian sitting there still waiting for you to turn up .âWhat would you rather do today? If not trainâ he finishes, his eyes sweeping over to you once more.
You inched your head slightly closer to his left boot, cocking your head as you looked up at him. The sun cast his face in shadow, making his features look sharper and his warm eyes glow ever so slightly.
âMaybe I could do some spy work with you?â You ask, his eyebrows jump up in surprise.
âReally?â He says with a warm chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine âIâve been here 24 years and never left this court, Iâd like to see more of this worldâ you answer. His face drops slightly at your words, his brother has been locked under the mountain for some time now, prythian was no longer safe. He couldnât risk losing someone else he.. cared for, not now, not ever. But when he looked at you, saw the hope in your eyes and watched as you held your breath, something in his chest cracked.
âOkay, you can come with me to the edge of our courtâ he relents but smiles as he watches you beam up at him.
Neither of you knew it, but this was the first stepping stone towards your relationship now. Love slowly blossomed between you in the following year, but he knew deep down you still loved your mate and that was something he was willing to live with if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with you.
Present day
Aelin and Rowan jumped back in their seats as Rhysand left their minds âwhat the hell was that?!â Aelin shouted, her hands coming to cup each temple of her head.
Rhysand took a moment to explain and apologise for his power, that he was showing them Azriel memories in hopes it can better illustrate your situation. You stepped away from Azriel and walked over to Rowan, kneeling before your cousin you took his large hand in yours.
âI mourned Fenrys for 25 years cousin, I still mourn the loss of him nowâŚâ you say as Rowans emerald eyes flick to yours, his mind still reeling from Rhys power.
âI know you of all people would understand the guilt I feel, Rowan, please do not pass judgement too harshly on meâ you continue, your voice threatening to convey the very guilt you feel as it tremors slightly. Rowans eyes soften at your words, he doesnât look towards Aelin as his hand tightens around your own. He gives you a small nod in understanding, his eyes flicking between your own, the pressure lifting from your chest slightly.
Releasing a shuddering breath you rise in front of him and look towards Aelin, you know her and Fenrys are close, you knew it was her judgement that would affect your standing in court. Her eyes pierced you in your place, not a friend but a queen sat before you now. her eyes rake up and down your body before she says âFenrys has been in his animal form the last 30 years searching for youâ.
âShow meâ you say looking to Rhysand, his expression unreadable as his eyes shift to Aelin, she nods in acceptance and you feel Rhys power enter your mind.
You see a white wolf, from Aelins POV. It laps at the lake you swam in in your dream, its fur greying and matted in some places. Her eyes skim over its emaciated body, ribs poking out from under its skin.
âYou have to eat Fenâ you hear Aelin coo to the wolf, it doesnât even look at her before it plods off in the opposite direction, off to continue its search.
Rhysands power leaves you again, you feel the bile racing up your throat as you turn and sprint through the inner circle to make it outside where you throw up over the balcony railing. Azriel sighs and leaves to comfort you as he always has.
Back in the living room of the town house Rowan shoots Aelin with a glare, clearly upset she chose that memory of Fenrys instead of one where he looked a little less disheveled. âHow often does she react like this?â Rowan asks the group as he stands from his seat.
âWhen she first arrived it was everyday, now itâs⌠every other dayâ Cassian answers looking over his shoulder to where you stand beside Azriel as he rubs soothing circles on your back. âI know she is mated to your friend, I know you want to protect himâ he continues, his voice soft as he looks back at Rowan. âBut she does grieve him, do not think that because she has found Azriel she has forgotten her mateâ.
Rowan looks out to you now, his chest threatening to concave on itself as he sees you, his cousin and best friend lost in a fit of grief. He places a hand on Cassians shoulder as he walks past him to the balcony where you and Az whisper to each other. At his arrival you look over your shoulder, your eyes red and puffy from the tears that youâve shed.
âWhen was the last time you shifted, cousin?â He asks as he places a hand on your shoulder. âRowan I-â you begin but his warm share cuts you off, you sigh before you answer him again âI havenât shifted since Iâve been hereâ
Rowan hums in response, then lightly pats you back, he walks around you and the shadowsinger, down the garden steps and waits at the bottom.
âCome on y/n letâs have some funâ Rowan says as he shifts into a hawk. Azriel looks to you in disbelief, he takes a few steps away as the rest of the inner circle make their way outside to investigate the bright light they saw when Rowan shifted. You look at each of their faces, then back to the bird that flies impatiently around the townhouse.
âWhat animal do you think is faster?â Aelin asks no one in particular as she joins the rest of the house. The inner circle look to her as you decent the balcony and give your body a quick shake as you prepare to shift. A bright light engulfs the garden again as your body bends and transforms into a black panther, your sleek body and coat shine in the sun, you move your paws along the grass feeling the earth beneath you.
Looking over your shoulder your eyes meet Azriels who stares in disbelief, but in this moment you donât care about anything but the primal call in your heart. The call to run, to hunt, to stalk. The hawk swoops from above you, its sharp talons clipping your ear warning a growl from deep in your feline belly. As the hawk shrills in warning you take off, running away from the townhouse and down the streets of velaris.
A/n: sorry If this chapter seemed super jumpy, I wanted to give more back story to Azriel and y/n while also capturing Aelin and Rowans discomfort. I hope you liked it!!
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â¨You can love Elain AND GwynâŚ
You can love Azriel AND LucienâŚ
You can love Nesta AND FeyreâŚ
You can love Tamlin AND RhysandâŚ
You can love Chaol AND RowanâŚ
You can love Aelin AND ManonâŚ
You can Love Cassian AND Eris
You can love whoever AND whoever elseâŚâ¨
Everyone is going to like/dislike different characters and thatâs ok too but I constantly see a lot of people pit other characters against each other and for the life of me I donât know why.
Every single one of SJMs character has their good/bad qualities and moments.(except the actual villains). They are all flawed and relatable in different areas.
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Iâm going to be a little controversial under the cut
Sjm meeting her husband on her first day of college and only loving one man since she was 18 is very evident in her writing. I donât meant to say itâs a bad thing to only have one relationship, but she writes all previous relationships of her characters as meaningless compared to the current one.
Any previous crushes/relationships of her characters were shallow. Whilst they may have felt like something at the time, in hindsight they pale in comparison to the Great Love. Or she writes them as being wrong, wrong, wrong and has to tarnish it in some way to make the Great Love seem better.
Rowan wanted to marry Lyria and was expecting a child with her then sjm retconned it to be a false bond to manipulate him and has Aelin be the much greater love, disregarding the past. He loved her so much he was going to have a baby with her.
Sam becomes just a memory of a teenage crush because he canât compare to Rowan for Aelin as theyâre mates.
Sorcha is just a servant who Dorian had fleeting feelings for despite her losing her head for getting close to the prince when he was lonely.
Isaac Hale is just a boring tumble in the hay - and not the boy who Feyre shared her worries with and he cared enough to buy the contraceptive tea because she couldnât afford it.
Tamlin was a walking red flag and Rhys can love her so much better despite the months they spent together happy and falling in love.
Graysen and his father swap roles so the former can bash Elain and treat her cruelly while even his father looks shocked.
Jesminda is murdered but she was just a lesser fae and clearly will matter less to Lucien than his mate.
Shahar gave Hunt an opportunity to be something great then its revealed she just used him for his power and didnât love him to the same depth - not in the way Bryce can.
It is so odd that she cannot write a couple who realise that theyâre not each otherâs endgame. She could have written that Feyre and Tamlin struggled greatly after the war and realised that the curse had forced them together but their romance dried up, no hard feelings.
Rowan could have been Lyriaâs mate and still loved Aelin just as much 200 years later. Graysen could have said to Elain that he loved her still but could not be a fae rather than insult her.
People can love many times in their life. Just because they donât end up together forever, it doesnât mean a relationship didnât matter.
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one more for the party
Aelins Court x f!Reader (mostly fenrys, rowan, aelin, and a bit of Lysandra)
Summary: you're invited to one of Aelin and Rowan's special parties
Warnings: smut, dvp, orgy
Word Count: 1332
A/N: happy kinktober everyone! here's the first of my kinktober shorts. if anyone would like to be added to the kinktober taglist, please let me know!
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How in the Gods did you end up here?Â
That really was the question of the age. As a friend of Aedionâs, the King and Queen had taken a special interest in you, for months, unknown to you. Youâd just assumed they were being friendly.Â
Of course, their friendship was a given and if youâd desired nothing past that they would have accepted it, but you were glad there was even an option for something past that. This was something you never couldâve imagined.Â
âIs it your first time at one of these?â Lysandra purred, running her hand down your arm. You turned to fix your eyes on the beauty, biting down on your bottom lip and nodding. She pried your lip away from your teeth with her thumb, running her finger across your bottom lip. âYouâre quite the catch,â she winked and stood, extending her hand towards you. âLet me help,â she offered.Â
Help? Perhaps help smooth things over, make it a tad less awkward for you.Â
You took her hand, one of the easiest decisions of the night.Â
The room quieted as you stood, as Lysandraâs hands tugged at the thin straps on your shoulders, slowly lowering the fabric to expose you to the room, inch by inch.Â
As all of their attention slowly fixed on you, you felt yourself grow bolder inside, more sure and certain that you could do this. The attention, especially from such an attractive room of individuals, was captivating.Â
Aelin beckoned you forward, a Queen summoning a subject, when your dress hit the floor, soft fabric pooling around your feet. There was a slightly impatient lilt to her eyes that thrilled you.Â
âGo on,â Lysandra encouraged you. You sent a sheepish and thankful smile over your shoulder, you hadnât realized youâd been stuck standing still. She gently pressed between your shoulder blades and you began moving.Â
Soft carpet caressed your feet, cushioning every step to be as light as any Fae warriors. It was ages and eternity before you finally arrived in front of Aelin, who stood as you approached.Â
âHello lovely,â she murmured, sweeping your hair away from your face, âweâve been hoping youâd show up at one of these for a while.âÂ
âI donât know why I waited.âÂ
Your answer earned you a grin of approval, and she gripped your chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting head slightly as she brushed her lips against yours, the barest hint of a kiss, before trailing across your skin, leaving burning embers and flushed flesh in her wake.Â
Her lips hovered what must be a hairsbreadth from your ear, âIâd like to see you with Rowan and Fenrys. If youâre agreeable.â Oh you were agreeable. You nodded. She tutted. âI need to hear you say yes,âÂ
âYes,â you said, right on beat.Â
Aelin drew back and let out a low whistle.Â
You bit back a chuckle, especially as Fenrys grumbled, âIâm not a dog.âÂ
You caught Rowan sending him a side-ways are you sure about that glance, and dodging the other maleâs elbow.Â
Not giving you too much time to overthink, they each bracketed you, hands running up and down your abdomen, thighs, sides of your breasts, shoulders, touching each bit of you they could reasonably reach with a painful gentleness. Touches grew firmer, longer, rougher, breaths grew shorter, turned into pants.Â
âCan you take both of us, beautiful?â Rowan asked, kissing the space below your ear.Â
You nodded eagerly, adding a breath âyesâ.
From the corner of your eye, you spotted Lysandra and Lorcan, Elide and Aedion coupled off, side by side.Â
âFocus on us, I know theyâre very pretty,â Fenrys chided, his mouth turned up at the corners, the beginning of a smirk. Aedion caught your eye and winked before refocusing on the small female on her knees in front of him.Â
Fenrys walked backwards, tugging you with him until his knees hit the edge of the bed, letting you crawl on top of him, bodies sharing heat, skin lighting on fire where it met. Your lips gently sucked and nipped their way down his neck, small groans leaving his lips. The sound was music to your ears.Â
He ran his hands up and down your sides, as if he was drinking in the feel of you, soaking up every bit of you he could get.Â
You felt... fuck, Rowan was big, bigger than you expected against your back.Â
âWeâll make it fit,â you heard him behind you, a hint of amusement in his tone. You hadnât meant to say that out loud. You told him as much.Â
âYou didnât, heâs just arrogant,â Fenrys said, before recapturing your attention with his mouth, lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and scraping lightly with his teeth.Â
He was good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were sandwiched between two people who knew exactly what they were doing. You arched away from him as Rowanâs fingers grazed over the bundle of nerves between your thighs, hitting another pleasure center.Â
Fenrysâs hands gently but firmly gripped your hips, sliding you up far enough to hover over him, pressing against your entrance.
Too slowly, he lowered you onto himself, eyes daring you to complain. You took it as a challenge, using the muscles in your legs to slow it even further, squeezing in a way you knew would drive him wild. Sure enough, a hiss left his lips and you hid your smirk.Â
âClever witch,â he groaned, before tangling one hand in the back of your hair, the other braced against your hip as he slammed himself home.Â
You gasped, breath catching, trying to imagine fitting another inside of you. It wasnât possible. Couldnât be.Â
But ... as Fenrys began to move, as you gave yourself over to the feeling you felt a greedy little thing inside of you rise, wanting more, knowing more was available.Â
âHold,â you heard the command in Aelinâs tone and Fenrys paused. Practiced almost. Theyâd had a plan, you realized.Â
The Queen, your Queen approached you from the side, her eyes darting frequently to your lips. You imagined how hers would feel. Would they be soft? Would she be firm or gentle? Full of passion or caution?Â
You didnât have to imagine for long.Â
Pure passion.Â
As she was captivating you, you felt another pressure between your legs. A hand, fingers sliding inside of you, stretching you. You winced.Â
Aelin didnât miss a thing and pulled back slightly. âYouâre doing wonderful, beautiful,â the praise lit something inside of you, soothed a bit of the pain you were feeling down there. If your Queen was telling you that, surely you had to believe it, it had to be the truth.Â
Another finger was pressed inside of you. Discomfort, but not quite pain.Â
Aelin caught your attention again. You felt Fenrysâs hair brush against your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your neck.Â
Someone else was running fingers through your hair. Lysandra. Purring words of comfort into your ear, telling you how fucking incredible you looked right now.Â
Confidence filled you with her words, with all of their words.Â
When Rowan's cock finally notched against your entrance, he murmured, âthe first bit is the worst,â and didnât give you more time to think.Â
Mouth parted in a silent scream, your head dropped forward against Fenrysâs shoulder.Â
Their arms tightened around you holding you perfectly still.Â
âCan I move?â You heard the barely controlled restraint in Rowanâs voice.Â
âYes,â you managed to say.Â
âDeep breaths,â Fenrys said as the other male pushed.Â
It burnt. It stung. Gods, it fucking hurt more than his fingers possibly could. But with the pain came that beautiful edge of pleasure you were able to ride.Â
That pain slowly ebbed away as he inched inside of you, as Fenrys moved, as Aelinâs fingers toyed with your nipples while they could, before the two males really started moving in unison and she retreated to watch.Â
The three of you certainly put on a show that night.Â
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Hii I love your writing <333
can i request a fenrys x oc mate . Maybe where they donât get along - either cause of aelin or something else and the oc is struggling to accept the bond due to trauma in her past
Thank you :))
Thank you for reading, darling. đ¤
warning: past trauma from forced ownership
Give it time
âWell what do you want me to fucking do?â, Fenrys growled fed up with the argument that had sparked over nothing once again. That had been happening awfully a lot now that the bind had snapped for you too. âStart by getting the fuck away from meâ, you reached for the table knife before pointing it at him. âKids, come on nowâ, Gavriel finally cut in, standing up from his seat to stand between you both. âYoung love, how entertainingâ, Lorcan chuckled crossing one foot over the other. âIâll cut you nextâ, âLeave her the fuck aloneâ, you and Fenrys echoed in unison before turning your glares upon each other once more.
âYn, give me the knife, mhmâ, Gavriel mused stepping closer. âTell him to stop sleeping outside my doorâ, you whined. âI am bonded to you, I canât help itâ, Fenrys growled, pulling at his hair. âI donât want to be linked with you, I donât want to be linked with anyoneâ, your eyes met Gavriel, who had been a fatherly figure to you for years now. âSweetheart, hand the knife over and we will talk about this, find a way to make you more comfortableâ, he softly reached out, seizing your wrist.
âI just got it backâ, you whispered, âPleaseâ, you whined, grabbing onto his arm. âI canât alter fate, sweet girlâ, Gavriel spoke softly, âFinding a mate is the biggest joy. Most donât experience it everâ. âI donât want to belong to anyoneâ, you growled through gritted teeth. âYouâre making it sound like Iâm about to chain you to myselfâ, Fenrys gritted his teeth. Your face fell. Growing pale right in front of his eyes. âFenrysâ, Gavriel snapped back.
âRowan why donât you take Y/n on a walk, get some fresh airâ, Gavriel threw a glance that spoke volumes to his friend. âI didnâtâŚâ, Fenrys started but Gavriel simply lifted his hand to silence him. âIâll tag alongâ, Lorcan leaned forward, âRemember the waterfall I told you about?â, stepping forward he pinched your cheek, âWhy donât we check it out?â.
Fenrys watched his cadre brothers, letting you out the door. âYou need to have more patience with her, Fenrysâ, Gavriel pinched the bridge of his nose. âShe snapped at me. Iâm trying to haveâŚâ, âShe was a slave for a long time. Chained to her keeper. Thrown around like a rag-dollâ, Gavriel cut in. Fenrys felt his hands turning into fists. Anger bubbled inside him. âI took care of themâ, Gavriel clapped his shoulder, âAll Iâm asking is that you give her breathing spaceâ, âI donât mean harm to herâ, Fenrys argued. âI know that boyo, she will learn that too, you just got to give her the lead hereâ.
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On Mate Behavior: Elriel
So, when it comes to Azriel's mate behavior, I would say the most commonly discussed point (which I definitely agree with) to *disprove* that Azriel displays any mate behavior towards Gwyn is his overall calm demeanor and focus on Eris when the Valkyrie are kidnapped in the middle of the night and dropped into the Blood Rite.
However, there is another example that additionally highlights the lack of "mate behavior" in the bonus chapter, and I truly don't see it come up that often, though I think it is even more telling!
When he meets Gwyn's gaze, and that bloody memory of when he first "met" her (if you would like to call that their meeting) flashes, he is otherwise completely unruffled. He simply reflects on Gwyn's growth, and two seconds later, is snorting and having an easy, playful conversation.
While this certainly points to their comfortability and fun banter that they share, it does not scream *mate behavior.*
ToG and CC spoilers ahead
I think about Rowan seeing Aelin's ruined back for the first time, and being so overcome with anger at discovering the violence that had been enacted on her that he took to the skies to get control of his violent instincts:
I think of Cassian in his bonus chapter with Nesta- going into a rage as he smelled Nesta's fear while she recalled Tomas's attempted assault. He would have gone to kill him right then, I have no doubt:
I think of Ruhn hating Lidia, being sick over discovering the female he had fallen for was The Hind. And yet, when Pollux lays a hand on her, he was ready to rip out his throat for hurting Lidia. He couldn't understand how he could hate her and need her and want to kill for her at the same time:
So I do think it's interesting that in comparison to the to the other mated males who get a POV and an inside look into their heads while they reflect on trauma their mates have been through (even before knowing they are mates, which is the case in all three of these examples) they are completely unhinged. And yet we get this pointed moment where Azriel actively reflects on Gwyn's trauma, the absolute horrors that had been done to her and... nothing. A snort, and a little bit of form correction and teasing.
Meanwhile in this same book, Elain gets called boring and Azriel's shadows are like hoe who do we need to mf-ing end right tf now:
Azriel has already established that he believes the Cauldron could be wrong. While I personally disagree that there is foreshadowing to Azriel and Gwyn being mates, even in trying to give it a fair and unbiased look and say okay- could they be mates? I still wind up drawing the conclusion that even if they are, it would mean as little to Azriel as Elain's mating bond currently means to her.
I am personally super open minded about whether or not Azriel and Elain are true mates. I think a reveal that they are could be lovely. I also think them choosing each other above all, even fate, would be lovely.
But there is simply no denying that these two already have a set up plotline of questioning the Cauldron, and the only two characters *acting* like mates in this scenario are Az and Elain.
As always, I am Lucien and Gwyn positive even though I ship Elriel, so be kind in the comments! But I just really don't see how this could possibly play out any other way. Azriel has had too many on page opportunities, even from his personal POV, to display mate behavior towards Gwyn and there is nary a lick. It's just... not how a lead up to a mate reveal typically goes. So the pure, undiluted facts are that even if you think Sarah is a "fated mate" author above all, she is not treating these characters as she usually does. And that is noteworthy.
Thank you for joining me on this dissertation!
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This has probably been pointed out before but iâd like to reiterate it đ
Regarding Azrielâs âunbotheredâ reaction towards finding out that Gwyn got thrown into the Blood RiteâŚ.. Can we just agree that Cassian was not a reliable narrator at that particular point of time?
When the IC gathered at Emerieâs wrecked place:
Cassian couldnât breathe. Hadnât been able to breathe or speak for long minutes nowâŚ.
They were speaking, Azriel with some urgency, but Cassian didnt hear him, heard nothing but the roaring in his headâŚ
And he could do nothing to interfere, not without damning them all. His hands shook. âSo, what- we just sit on our asses for a week and wait?â The idea was abhorrent. Feyre gripped his trembling fingers, squeezing tight. âDid you- Cassian, werenât you listening at all when we got here?â No, heâd barely heard anything.
Cassian was distraught and in his fucking head at that point of time, bro was STRESSED. Do you think he actually has the mental capacity to take notice of the othersâ reactions? I actually felt it was pretty deliberate of Sarah to leave out Azrielâs reactions. Even when Cassian said to Rhys âWinnow me to her. Az, you find Emerie and Gwyn.â, Sarah did not give us anything regarding Azrielâs facial expression, his body language, na-da. Because it would have been a delicate thing to write without giving much away.
And after having a few days to calm the storm in his head, Cassian says to Azriel amidst their spy work, âThere are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her, to Emerie and Gwynâ, Cassian actually took noticed that the shadows deepened around Azriel, his siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. And Azriel, the big bad scary shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court actually stutters with his response: âYou-we-trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. Itâs all we can do.â
In addition, thereâs just a distinct way that Sarah loves to use when writing about her mates: The male never coddles the female. Rhys had faith in Feyreâs abilities when they were under the mountain. And when she joined the IC, he lets her manifest her abilities without worrying and cooing over her. Rowan was so damn strict on Aelinâs training in Heir of Fire, never pulling his punches when they fought with each other. And despite his initial strong protective reaction, Cassian decides to trust Nestaâs abilities to protect herself in the rite after his emotions settle down.
This is exactly why I donât think the lack of notable reactions that Azriel displayed towards Gwyn being thrown into the rite translate to that he doesnât care about her or that they are not mates.
*mic drops*
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A voice in the void, a secret and a quiet dreamer
Rowaelin:
"But I sent you to Wendlyn for the healing. And so you would ... find him. The one who had been waiting so long for you." Aelin's heart cracked. "Rowan." Elena nodded. "He was a voice in the void, a secret, silent dreamer. And so were his companions. But the Fae Prince, he was..." Aelin reined in her sob. "I know. I've known for a long time." "I wanted you to know that joy, too," Elena whispered. "How- ever briefly." âI did,â Aelin managed to say. âThank you.
And we have Elriel:
The golden necklace seemed ordinary -- its chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.Â
She arched a brow. He explained, âThey pull people together. And bring them joy. They are a time to pause and reflect and gather, and those are never bad things.â Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldnât stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldnât go near the fire. His secret to tell, never hers. Azrielâs face remained neutral.
And I will explain the "a voice in the void" part.
Elain was lost to the murky realm after the cauldron and being made. We now know it is because she was a seer.
Azriel had been the one who "freed" her from that murky realm.
But more importantly...before she was even freed from that murky realm, Azriel had focused her in a way if you look at these two scenes:
Rhys gave her a sharp look. But Elain said quietly, âThe queen might come.â Silence. Elain was staring at the unlit fireplace, eyes lost to that vague murkiness. âWhat queen,â Nesta said, more tightly than she usually spoke to our sister. âThe one who was cursed.â âCursed by the Cauldron,â I clarified to Nesta, pushing off the archway. âWhen it threw its tantrum after you ⌠left.â âNo.â Elain studied me, then her. âNot that one. The other.â Nesta took a steadying breath, opening her mouth to either whisk Elain upstairs or move on. But Azriel asked softly, taking a single step over the threshold and into the sitting room, âWhat other?â Elainâs brows twitched toward each other. âThe queenâwith the feathers of flame.â The shadowsinger angled his head. Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, âShould weâdoes she need âŚ?â âShe doesnât need anything,â Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster nowâunblinkingly. âWeâre the ones who need âŚâ Azriel trailed off. âA seer,â he said, more to himself than us. âThe Cauldron made you a seer.â
Let alone this is the "you are a seer" scene which freed elain from the murky realm. The "unblinking" part is quiet important. Whenever Elain has a vision or talks in riddles she is blinking rabidly. A few examples...
So as you can see...she is looking at Azriel "unblinkingly"
Another scene is this:
But Elain shook me off, heading back to the stairs. She said as she climbed the first steps, âI can hear herâcrying.â I gripped the bottom post of the banister. âWho?â âEveryone thinks sheâs dead.â Elain kept walking. âBut sheâs not. Onlyâdifferent. Changed. As I was.â âWho,â I pushed. But Elain continued up the stairs, that shawl drooping down her back. Nesta stalked from Cassianâs side to approach my own. We both sucked in a breath, to say what, I didnât know butâ âWhat did you see,â Azriel said, and I tried not to flinch as I found him at my other side, not having seen him move. Again. Elain paused halfway up the stairs. Slowly, she turned to look back at him. âI saw young hands wither with age. I saw a box of black stone. I saw a feather of fire land on snow and melt it.â
Feyre asks and asks...nothing. Azriel asks and she stops to look back at him.
And this whole parallel hits even harder when you think about how Rowan had a mate...but it was fake and there are MANY parallels with elriel and rowaelin. Such as these BANGERS.
So yeah...I think this is my top parallel find. I'm retiring. I cant top this.
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Rowaelin Month 2024, Day 5: Birthdays @rowaelinscourt
Word count: 954
Warnings: so so SO much fluff teehee
inspired by the work of @sassyhobbits. i could not resist. enjoy!!!
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âWhereâs the birthday girl?â Aelin crooned, pretending not to notice the big purple bow that bobbed behind Lorcanâs leg.Â
âI right here!â The giddy exclamation was coupled with a blur of purple silk and dark curls as newly five-year-old Marion Salvaterre Lochan launched herself into her auntieâs arms. âHi Auntie!âÂ
Aelin beamed and hugged her niece. âHappy birthday, Mari darling! Are you having the best day and eating all the yummy cake?â Marion nodded excitedly, clapping her little hands. She was a perfect image of her mother, but she had Lorcanâs sharp dark eyes.Â
âAuntie Lyssie gave me pretty bwace-wet!â The small girl proudly held out her right arm. âSee?âÂ
âOoh, yes, very pretty.â Aelin kissed the top of Marionâs head. âAlright, honey, why donât you go find your da? I think heâs looking for you again, birthday girl.âÂ
âOkay!â Marion ran over to Lorcan, her little purple silk shoes pattering on the tile of the Lochan manorâs sunlit ballroom. âHi Dada!â Lorcan lifted his daughter into his arms, whispering something that was probably disgustingly sweet into her ear. Aelin chose not to let her Fae ears pick it up.Â
Elide crossed the room and stopped to kiss her girlâs rosy cheeks before she came to Aelin. âThank you so much for being here,â she said, beaming. âI know youâre terribly busy with running a kingdom.âÂ
âShe has people for that,â Rowan murmured, just loud enough for them to hear. Aelin swatted his chest, sending him a long-suffering look.Â
So uncivilized.
He smirked. Thatâs why I donât take on court duties.
Maybe I should have commanded you to keep an eye on things while I went to my beautiful nieceâs birthday celebration.Â
And spent half the treasury on gifts? I think not. He dodged the elbow she angled at his ribs. Ah-ah, love. I know the way you move.
She gave him a saccharine smile. As do I, buzzard, she all but purred.Â
Elide sighed loudly. âWill the two of you stop flirting with each other right in front of everyoneâs poor eyes? Itâs bad enough how disgustingly in love you are already.âÂ
âSays the woman whose husband willingly gave up five hundred years of warrior high life to play housemaid and change diapers,â Aelin returned, winking at her dear friend.Â
The petite woman snorted. âLorcan knows damn well heâs better off here than he ever would be whacking himself off in some army tent.âÂ
âGodsdamned right I do.â Lorcan covered Marionâs eyes and bent nearly in half to kiss his wife.Â
Aelin groaned and covered her own eyes. âGods above.â She tugged subtly on the blood oath before Lorcan could show her a vulgar gesture. âNow now, Salvaterre, there are children present.â At her side, Rowan snickered, amused at Lorcanâs grumpiness.Â
âWhy donât we give our favorite niece her birthday present?â he suggested, smoothing over the situation before either Lorcan or Aelin could pester the other.Â
Marion clapped and exclaimed her excitement. âYes yes yes! I wanna present, Uncâa Ro!âÂ
Rowan laughed. âAlright, Mari. Should we go outside? I think there might be something out there for you.â
Led by Aelin, and with Marion still sitting comfortably in her fatherâs arms, the handful of them went out into the courtyard, where a small, intricately worked wooden trunk sat on the stones. Marion gasped and squirmed, and when Lorcan set her down, she ran over to the box and opened it up. Her dark eyes went huge with wonder, and she lifted a length of lavender silk and gauze out.Â
âItâs a pretty dress!â she screeched, jumping excitedly. âYay!â She brought the dress to her mother, who laid it carefully over one arm, and sprinted for her aunt and uncle, who showered her with hugs and kisses before letting her go back to her favorite spot in Lorcanâs arms.Â
âThereâs one more little present,â Aelin said, winking at Marion.Â
The small girlâs eyes grew even wider. âReally?âÂ
âReally.â Aelin grinned conspiratorially. âLetâs go around the corner, shall we?â They walked towards the stables, and Rowanâs confusion crowded her mind.Â
What did you get her, Aelin?
Something sheâll be able to love for a very long time.
ThatâŚis not very descriptive.
Of course not. She chuckled at his confusion and grandly slid the stable doors open. âHappy birthday, my little love!â All the sets of eyes peered into the stable, and shock bolted like lightning through everyone except the queen of Terrasen.Â
Because there was an Asterion standing in the Lochan stables.Â
Elide turned slowly towards Aelin. âDid youâŚNo, you most certainly did not. Iâm dreaming.âÂ
âDid you seriously get our daughter an Asterion?â Disbelieving, Lorcan asked the question Elide couldnât vocalize.Â
âShe said she wanted a pony!â Aelin shrugged. âThe royal stables have been taking wonderful care of our Asterions, and this young mare is three years old, fully trained, and probably the sweetest and most evenly tempered Asterion you could ask for.âÂ
âHORSEY!!!â Marion squealed, instantly in love with her birthday gift from Auntie Aelin.Â
The simple, childish, gleeful declaration made the situation seem simple. Despite Rowanâs look that screamed we will be discussing this later, even he applauded when Lorcan set Marion astride the back of the young Asterion mare, which didnât so much as twitch at the feeling of a passenger. She was so ecstatic that Elide just shook her head as she hugged Aelin.Â
âYou are far too extravagant, but we love you,â she whispered. âThank you.âÂ
âAnything for my favorite and only niece.â Aelin had a soft, faraway look in her eyes as she watched Marion gently pat the horseâs mane, dreaming of the day one of her own children might do the same thing. âWe love you too.â
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"Aelin is my heart."
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Maria plz bring back the booty call i need it to continue
Your wish is my command, Nonnie! <33
The Booty-Call Dare - part 3
Written for @throneofglassmicrofics, July prompt âHealingâ
Part 1 | Part 2
Warnings: idiots idioting
Words: 1064 (sorry!!!!)
The decision to put Rowanâs key in separate keychains from her car and apartment was much more emotional than logistical, Aelin thought as she searched the bottom of her big work purse at his apartment door.
Having Rowanâs key was okay, a rational decision, but having it along with her own felt like too much. Looking after him while he healed from two broken ribs was inevitableâAelin had work most of the day, but she was still the person he was closest with in townâthis wasnât what she was confused about.
She knocked on the door before opening it to make her presence known, just to be sure.
âOver here,â he called from the kitchen.
Aelin thought she loved that pre-hookup anticipation, but that hour of wait became a whole week, two more to comeâthe situation brought a queasy feeling in her stomach, always skipping between overjoyed and terrified.
In the kitchen, Aelin found her friend in a clumsy attempt to clean a white powder off the floor with a broom, an open jar of creatinine on the counter before him.
âRowan Whitethorn,â Aelin said slowly, in a low but chastising tone. âYouâre not allowed anywhere near a broom⌠or the gym!â
âIâm not! Iââ Rowan paused under her pointed look, busted between a broom and gym supplements. He sighed. âHave I told you how much I hate this?â
Aelin came closer to hug him, and decided to give him a leap of faithâheâd mentioned before taking creatinine even on his days off the gym, and he wouldnât be stupid enough to exercise with two broken ribs. These days of rest were taking a toll on him, she knew for a fact that Rowan hated feeling useless.
She pecked his lips. âMy poor baby.â A few strokes on his cheek as Aelin struggled not to laugh. âIs all this rest stressing you out?â
âNot funny,â Rowan grumbled. Still, he leaned in to give her a warm kiss, biting her lips. âBut I like this.â
âYou like what?â
âWhen you call me âbaby.ââ
Shit. Those butterflies again.
Pesticides. Fly swatters. Nets. She needed to kill those butterflies because being with Rowan romantically, much like their friendship, felt too easy, too safeâtoo dangerous, risking the fall when their booty-call was fulfilled and she was left with nothing.
It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached hookup, and now theyâve been chastely canoodling for a week. It was the longest sheâs ever waited before having sex with someoneâthis was an okay time, but theyâve been seeing each other daily, and Aelin never waited seven dates to sleep with a guy.
Does it count as a date if youâre dining together and kissing while waiting to fulfill a no-strings-attached booty-call?
âIâll call you that againâŚâ Aelin slid her hands from his head to his shoulders. âIf you let me clean this mess. And wash your hair.â
Aelin didnât miss the slightly greasy aspect of it, or the reason for itâhis arm movements being limited due to the fracture.
Rowan ducked his head, his cheeks gained an adorable reddish color. When she looked at him, all thoughts and doubts that were floating around her like dust settled back down, and she only had half a mind to worryâRowan was either kissing her thoughts away or driving her insane with his stubbornness.
Rowan opened his mouth to argue, but experience stopped him.
He doesnât want to âtake advantageâ of her help.
Sheâs doing it whether he likes it or not.
Theyâve had this conversation many times, in many ways this week.
To soften the blow to his feeling worthless, Aelin pressed their foreheads together and said in a sultry tone, âWait for me in the tub, will ya?â
Rowan looked down at his torso and let out a pained breath. âJust so you know, this is not how I pictured you and me in the tub for the first time.â
Aelin chuckled and kissed his cheek before shipping him off to the bathroom. The creatinine mess was quick to clean, but she stayed a bit longer to assess things. His house was suspiciously clean. Too clean for someone who wasnât supposed to do most house chores.
At the bathroom, she found him already dunked in water, patiently waiting. Aelin sat at the head of the tub and grabbed the bottle heâd strategically placed close to her: 2 in 1: shampoo & conditioner, the bottle said, before a huge picture of a pine tree. A huge upgrade from his âone soap for everythingâ system.
âVery high-end stuff. Are you opening a hair salon, Buzzard?â
âIâve got this little tuft now.â Rowan pointed at the short strands on the top of his head. âGotta take care of it.â
Aelin had barely begun to massage his scalp when his eyes fell blissful closed, a serene, close-lipped smile on his lips.
âYouâre no better than a house cat,â she said, massaging his head. He let out a low noise in his throat that might very well have been a purr.
It happens in moments like this, when Aelin looks at him and his mere existence sends her dangerous thoughts like Oh my God, I think I like you. It wouldnât be a problem, as long as she found metaphorical pesticides to kill the butterflies soon.
Fingers in his hair, she leaned down to peer at his face. âIs this when you assume youâre better off telling me if you canât do something?â
However, Rowan took advantage of their proximity to tug her face closer for a messy kiss. The position was a little awkward at first, but it got better when Aelin moved to his side, sitting on the edge of the tub.
Rowanâs kiss was slow, he hungrily explored her mouth with a rough touch on her hips. The fire he ignited under her skin made her melt into a needy puddle under his touch. Aelin kissed and nipped the skin of his neck, then went back to his mouth, pressing herself against him. It was only when they broke the kiss that she realized his wet body dampened her white shirt, making it near transparentâ
âFuck,â Rowan muttered under his breath, eyes on her torso before he sneaked his hands under Aelinâs shirt, one hand holding her waist and the other teasing her breast through the lace bra.
She moaned into the kiss and leaned closer to Rowan, but that single movement made her lose her balance; in the next moment, Aelin had fallen into the bathtub.
If she and Rowan couldnât keep it together, the cold water did the trick and tampered the mood, Aelin realized as she laughed it off.
Rowan tugged her closer for a cuddle and kissed the top of her head, knowing theyâd just found themselves on the verge of a forbidden strenuous activity.
One week down, two more to go. Aelin would never admit that the wait wasnât so bad.
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So do you think Azriel & Elain are mates or not? You said before you want them to choose each other but kep sying theyre mates ?
Personally: I want them to choose each other over a mating bond. I want Elain to chose love over a mating bond. I want her to pick him, choose him, love him.
Azriel, in Elain's book:
But, that being said...
I think SJM will be unable to resist making Elain & Azriel also mates. Whether that means the mating bond with Lucien is fake (a la Rowan/Aelin), or that Elain has two mating bonds because she was the cauldron's favorite (I lean more towards this theory actually), idk.
Azriel has shown a lot of protectiveness and clear desire for Elain. It's definitely romantic interest, and some might even categorize it as mate behavior. Like if Lucien had never announced the mating bond, I would 100% say Azriel is her mate because he's shown way more "mate behavior" towards Elain. Like the fact that he was drawn to Elain as early as ACOMAF, that he seemed to anticipate her needs best in ACOWAR, discovered her powers, noticed she was missing and rescued her from Hybern, TT, and the clear protectiveness and desire for her in ACOFAS & ACOSF...there's more than enough to say he exhibits mate behavior towards her. The fact that he can also smell the Elucien bond, and can't stand it - that is also weird. When has anyone been able to smell an unaccepted mating bond - other than Amren (When she had her full powers)? It seems so so odd.
It's also kinda sus to me that out of all of SJM's fated mate pairings, Elucien is the only pair of mates where the bond was revealed immediately and not after the female had enough time to actually fall for the MMC naturally......
So, while I would like Elain & Azriel to choose each other over a mating bond, I think because this is SJM she's going to throw in a twist that reveals them to have been mates this entire time.
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Across the Universe-ch.16 (Fenrys x Reader)
Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terrasen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.
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Unsatisfied and frustrated doesn't even begin to describe how she was feeling at the moment. After Eva called her down, Fenrys and Y/n waited until she was gone before adjusting their appearances and leaving her room together. Of course, throughout their little journey towards the sitting room, they could only steal glances at each other because there were servants all around them.
And it was killing her. It was killing her how she couldn't just drag him back into the room and finish what they started but....all this lust started to disappear as soon as they entered the room and she heard the ugly voice of the Book of Breathings hissing.
They entered at the same time as Aelin and Rowan and moved towards the table around which everyone was gathered, their faces frustrated and confused. The book just wouldn't stop hissing and once she reached the table, coming to stand right beside Lysandra, y/n could finally understand what it was talking about.
"They are coming"
"For her, for her"
"They are coming for her"
"Magic is shifting"
"What in the seven hells does any of this mea-" Aedion's words cut off by Yrene shushing him, clearly telling everyone to be quite for a little more.
"They are interfering"
"Gates, shifting"
It was as if there were multiple voices, all hissing the same things at once.
Aelin looked concerned as she looked at no one in particular and asked, "I don't understand. Is it talking about the valg's coming? Because we already know that."
Yrene shook her head, "No. You're right, we do know that already so it must be saying something else. Did you hear what it said? Something about shifting magic and interference."
Elide crossed her arms, gaze still locked on the book. "Yes, but what does that mean? Who is interfering?"
Y/n took a sharp breath in before asking the book directly, "What are you talking about, exactly? Who is interfering? Is this about the valgs?"
And then the book said only two words which were more than enough to answer her questions,
"Death Incarnate."
Y/n may not be the most genius fae to ever exist, but she for sure would know that only one being across any universe has this title.
Her ex friend, her ex high lord, the one who came to her doorstep in the first place.
Rhysand.
Her gaze locked with Lucien's who, seemingly, also understood what was going on as his eyes widened.
Her body suddenly grew colder as she asked with a shaky voice, "Is-is he interfering with the gates? Is he the reason for the shift in magic or whatever? Is- are they coming?"
"Who?"
"What are you talking about, y/n?"
"Who is 'he'?"
She ignored everyone elses questions as her mind was solely focused on the book and what it would say.
"Yes. They are trying to come."
She should feel happy, hopeful. They were coming to get her and once the valgs were killed, the gates were closed, she would get to go back to her world. She should be happy. She should be grateful. But why wasn't she? All she felt was dread and anger at the prospect of having to face them as well.
"Shhh, y/n. I am here, you are safe, just relax."
It wasn't until she felt Fenrys' grounding touch and sweet whispers in her ear that she realized her whole body was shaking as her eyes were distant, ears not hearing anyone but her own thoughts.
"Someone, please get water."
Fenrys led her to the small lounge chair and sat her down as Lysandra gave the cup full of water for her but quickly changed the route and handed it to Fenrys after seeing her shaking hands. The male helped her drink it before placing the cup on a nearby table and holding her hand while caressing her back with the other hand.
Chaol looked at Lucien, "What is going on?"
The prince just sighed before replying, "Death Incarnate is the title of Rhysand. The high lord of the Night Court. And y/n was asking if it was him who was the cause for the shift in the gates, if he and the rest of his court were trying to come here and apparently, according to the book, they are."
Once Lucien's words were out, y/n felt Fenrys' whole body stiffen, his hold on her to tighten as he slowly turned his head sideways to look at her friend.
Manon looked at Lucien, her anger clearly evident in her voice as she asked, "The same court that mistreated her? That lied to her?"
"What are you talking about?" Aedion's voice was full of confusion as he looked at the witch, expecting her to reply.
Manon's gaze came to y/n, her eyes asking for permission to tell them what they need to know. She nodded her head, too tired to argue or think of anything as the witch turned back around and explained what y/n once told her, filling the ones who didn't know in on the situation back in Prythian.
Once she was done explaining, y/n could physically feel the tension in the room that could be cut with a knife.
"Oh Gods..." Aedion's mouth was hanging open as Lysandra crossed her arms, the shifters tone cool as she declared, "They are fools for coming here, then."
Rowan nodded his head. "Because we won't let them live what they did to you down."
Elide put her head on a distressed Lorcan's arm as she said, "How can you go back with them, y/n? I do hope that once you do, you will leave them immediately."
Dorian shook his head, glanced at Fenrys with a knowing look, "Whatever the case is, they are not welcome here. They are clearly not wanted by the book either because their interference is causing a shift in the magic. We have to finish this job by the day of the lunar eclipse. And if they do somehow appear, then the choice to make will be y/n's and no one elses."
Lucien sighed, coming forward and placing a comforting hand on y/n's shoulder, "They- I don't even know what happened to them. I will be honest, me and them were never truly close....we have a long and complicated history which is why they never fully liked me, especially Rhysand and Mor-"
"Who is Mor?!" Petrah's voice sounded frustrated and protective as she looked directly at Lucien from her position on the opposite couch.
The prince gave Manon's second in command a small shake of his head and said, "She is....well, let that be a story for another time because her main issue isn't even directly related to me, her issue is with my brother."
"So, she is an idiot then."
They all looked at Lorcan as Lucien coughed out an "Excuse me?!"
The tall man just shrugged his shoulders, "If she is hating on you simply for whatever your brother did, then she is a fool and so is the rest of them if they support her."
"I agree." Petrah didn't sound happy at all as she voiced her agreement.
Y/n managed to place a reassuring hand on Lucien's as the redhead said, "Well, that isn't the main point. My point is, they- I never expected them to be like that towards y/n because, after all, they knew her for so long and from what I saw, enjoyed her company extensively. They were like family. Especially Cassian, Rhysand, Mor and Amren. And then Feyre and her sisters came into the portrait and everything just went downhill from there. And Azriel-"
"Is mine."
Y/n froze.
Lucien froze.
Everyone froze.
The room went silent as all head turned to the owner of that statement.
Fenrys.
When she looked at him, y/n only saw anger, possessiveness and violence readiating of off him. His expression, his eyes and his body.
She broke the silence, speaking for the first time since sitting down. "Fenrys, what- what do you mean?"
His intense gaze landed on her as he simply said in a chilly tone, "I mean, if he dares to step here, to come within my vicinity, then he is mine. Mine to break, mine to deal with, mine to beat up and mine to destroy. You all can deal with the rest of them but I will say it now, no one touches Azriel. He is mine."
Her eyes widened as she and Lucien spoke at the same time,
"Fenrys, no. You don't- it will only bring more trouble than necessary to you."
"Rhysand is the most powerful high lord, he won't let you treat his brother like that."
"Watch me."
From the way he sounded and looked, Fenrys was not fooling around, nor was he afraid of what Lucien just revealed to him. Y/n didn't know whether to feel safe or worried.
Aelin cleared her throat, drawing all the attention to her. "Well....this is definitely a new side of Fenrys I have never seen. What about you two?" she looked between her mate and Lorcan.
The two male's exchanged knowing looks, Rowan seemingly realizing the reason for Fenrys' sudden protectiveness as he said, "Believe me fire heart, this is new for us as well."
Lorcan smirked, "Yes, very new."
Yrene's calm voice filled the room as she said, "I don't think I can keep that book in our room, it talks too much."
Aelin moved towards the object and took it, ignoring it's protests as she turned towards the doors, followed by her mate, "I am taking this to the library. I need Arthur to have a look at this thing."
As everyone slowly began to leave the room, Lucien gave her shoulder one final squeeze before moving to help a struggling Petrah up, and leaving with her still asking him, "What's that Mor's issue with you?"
"Petrah, not now."
"No! Tell me, I must know so that when I see her, I will know how to attack her."
"Are you mad?! Over my dead body will I allow you to get yourself involved in this mess."
Y/n smiled at the couple's banter as their voices slowly began fading away, leaving her and Fenrys alone in the room. She sighed but leaned her head on his chest, causing his arm to come around her waist and slowly help her get up.
Once out in the hall, she detached herself from him as they began to walk silently.
"Fenrys, you shouldn't attack Azriel if he shows up here."
"Y/n, my respect and care for you is eternal, but I will have to go against your wishes on this one because even hearing his name causes so much rage to bubble up within me. Now, imagine I get to finally see him in real life, how can I hold myself back? It's as if fate has delivered him to me on a silver platter. As if he is wishing for death by coming here."
As they began climbing up the stairs she could only manage to squeeze his arm, "Fenrys-"
"What did I tell you, y/n? That I will protect your light from any darkness that dares to approach. Azriel is that darkness and I won't hesitate to end him if he even comes into the same world as you."
They reached her room, she opened her door and turned to look at him, "Please, please, Fenrys. You may hurt yourself-"
"And what about you? You were hurt countless times by him, by his friends and by someone else whom you clearly won't tell me about but that is fine, I am willing to wait on that. Whatever the case is, you are not alone princess. Not anymore. Not as long as I live."
And with that, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and turned towards his own room, quietly saying, "Get some rest now, princess. You have had a long day."
She couldn't sleep the night away, her thoughts filled with everything that was happening around her. By the time sunrise hit, y/n was once again heading towards the training area but stopped once a thought came to her head. She turned in her path, heading towards the library, her determination growing with each step that she took.
When she reachd the large area, y/n saw a tall, frail and quite old male in robes putting books inside the shelves. When he heard her enter the room, the male turned towards her and gave y/n a small, polite smile, "Welcome, my name is Arthur and I am one of the three head protectors of this ancient library."
Y/n gave him a small smile in return and said, "Hello, Arthur. My name is Y/n and I believe queen Aelin brought a book here last night?"
The librarian nodded his head, "Oh, yes. Her majesty asked me to keep it safe and protected here so I put it under wards."
She fiddled with her fingers as she asked him, "Could I- could I please take it for a short moment? I have some questions that I believe it can answer so..."
Arthur smiled and gestured for her to follow him. "Of course, y/n. I know of you so I am aware that the book responds well to you and only you. No one else."
He brought her to a medium sized, square table. with the book in it's center, emanating magical essence from around it. Arthur said a couple of words before the room suddenly felt less heavy and suffocating. He turned towards her and said, "I removed the main wards, still keeping some precautionary ones around. Do be careful, y/n, don't stay with it for too long."
She nodded her head at him. "Believe me, I am very well aware of it. Thank you, Arthur. I only need a couple of minutes."
The male nodded and left the corner in which they were in, heading back towards the other end of the room, leaving her alone with the ancient object.
Y/n sighed before coming to stand right in front of it, steadying her voice as she spoke, "I am not scared of you anymore. You fooled me the first time by sending me here but you can't fool me this time around."
The book replied with a knowing tone, "Good, because I am not sending you anywhere anymore, Illyrian."
Realization slowly dawned upon her, "You knew, didn't you? All this time, you knew that I had a mate here. That this was where I was meant to be sent."
"I did say that you are home now when I sent you here didn't I, child?"
She sighed, "Yes, you did. And....what now? Do I just accept it because you sent me here?"
"You tell me, witch. What do you think you must do?"
"I don't know."
"My job was to only send you here. The choice to make will be yours. Elara said as much."
"Wait. My mother- you- how?"
"She managed to bypass all of the high lord's wards and contact me. Ordered me to do what I did and how could I say no to the most powerful ironteeth witch, Elara?"
Her heart warmed. Her mother, the woman whom she didn't even know of for most of her life, was the one who started it all. She smiled gently, reminiscing the mother whom she only knew for such a short time.
"I think I know my answer now."
"You do not have any more questions left in you?"
"No, I have finally understood my purpose. Goodbye."
As she turned around and left, y/n heard the book say, "Make the right choice, child."
"She is your mate, isn't she?"
Fenrys paused his eating and lifted his head to see Rowan enter the room. The blond just muttered some incoherent sentence before resuming his eating. Rowan came and sat on the opposite chair, giving him an amused look.
"Seems like you have worked up quite the appetite. Apparently being a territorial fae bastard turns you into a starved wolf."
"I am not a territorial fae bastard." Fenrys grumbled while his mouth was full of food.
Rowan smirked, "Well, Aelin calls me that whenever I do what you just did in the sitting room last night."
"And what did I do exactly?"
"Get all protective and posessive over your mate."
"We aren't mates."
Rowan chuckled "Oh please, Fenrys. We all saw you stake a claim on y/n in that room. Besides, I already had my suspicions and Lorcan isn't the best secret keeper."
Fenrys clenched his fists on the table. "That little prick. I knew I couldn't trust him."
"So you are mates. Fenrys, you hurt my feelings by choosing to tell this to Lorcan over me."
Fenrys playfully rolled his eyes at his friend and said, "Shut up, bird. Besides, we don't even know if we will be together. Neither of us has accepted the bond."
Rowan's expression became grim. "So I've heard. Seems like you both are scared."
Fenrys sighed "Truthfully, I would be lying if I said that I am sure everything will be perfect. That I will accept the bond and already be deep in love with her. I do feel a lot for y/n but love is something I never had any experience in and.....with the kind of a past that I have, I am of course afraid. Afraid of scaring her away or doing something wrong. But what I do know is that I would never hurt her. And I am willing to accept the bond because I do like her and imagining a forever with y/n does bring me so much joy."
The prince nodded his head at his friends confession and after a moment replied, "You truly need one another, Fenrys. You need healing and so does she, from whatever nightmares she has endured. You both can heal together. Heal each other. Learn to love not only yourselves but also the world around you."
Fenrys gazed towards the window behind his friend, his expression thoughtful. "She is afraid, Rowan. Her life hasn't been easy and it seems like she hasn't gotten to feel joyful much because so many good things have been taken away from her. One of them being..." Fenrys had to reign his anger in as he said, "Azriel."
Rowan nodded his head slowly, gesturing for his companion to go on. Fenrys inhaled a sharp breath in before continuing, "He pretended to be in love with her, Rowan. In love. And she believed him, she believed him and overlooked all the other signs like them not being mates in favor of loving him. But, all this time he was being a bastard who lied to her. What a little coward. I hate him for breaking her, for shattering her heart and making her doubt herself. I meant what I said, Rowan. I will kill him if I see him."
The prince shook his head slowly, "No, you can't kill him."
Fenrys' brows furrowed "What?"
"I said, you can't kill him. I won't allow you to."
Fenrys scoffed, "Please, don't act so almighty with me. If the roles were reversed and Azriel had done all that to Aelin, you would rip him to shreds."
Rowan smiled slightly, "True, but the roles aren't reversed, are they? So, I won't allow you to kill him"
"What?! That's just-"
"He has a mate, Fenrys. You can't do that."
"Like I care. That viper mate of his should also stay away from me if she values her life. She has just as much of a fault in this as he does. I will kill him, Rowan. I am sorry but I won't follow your order on this one."
"I said don't kill him but I never said don't beat him to the brink of death."
Fenrys' eyes widened as Rowan laughed and winked at his friend before getting up and heading towards the door, "You underestimate me, Fenrys. They hurt your mate so of course you should destroy him, just don't kill him and cause an extra headache for us all with a court that isn't even from our world. Oh, and...."
Rowan gave a final look at Fenrys before closing the door, "If they even manage to come here and try something, believe me Fenrys, they will be going back home with broken ego's and shattered bones. Whether or not y/n will be going with them is up to her."
The old house stood silent, its windows staring out like blank eyes into the night.
Y/n must have read this sentence for what feels like the millionth time in the book. Her mind was just too mixed up with other things that she couldn't even concentrate on reading a single sentence from a random book.
"You are reading 'Whispering Windows'? Gods, that's the most boring book I've ever read."
Y/n looked from her place on the couch to see Manon and Eva entering the room as the younger girl made a disgusted face at the book y/n was holding.
"What, you don't like it?"
"Like it? The whole plot is so predictable that by the end when the supposed plot twist happens, you already expected it."
Manon came and sat beside y/n as Eva lay down on the carpeted floor, propping her head on one hand. The witch smirked after taking a peek into the book y/n was reading. "Don't worry Eva, it seems like y/n hasn't even gotten past the first page yet."
Y/n sighed and put the book down, "Yes, can't really concentrate right now."
"Why not?" Eva's voice sounded curious but Manon gave a knowing look at y/n as she said, "Because her mind is currently elsewhere. Something having to do with a certain mate perhaps?"
Eva's eyes widened and she immediately jumped up before y/n could even answer the question, "You have a mate?! Since when?! Is it Fenrys-"
Y/n quickly put her palm on the girls mouth, shutting her up, as she hissed, "Yes, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't go around shouting it for all to hear."
She brought her palm down from Eva's mouth as the girl whispered, "Fenrys is your mate? Oh Godsss!!"
"Calm down, it's not like either of them has accepted it yet." Manon crossed her arms as she looked expectantly at y/n.
"How did you-"
"Know? Hmmm, I have my ways." the queen winked at her before nudging her on the ribs, "So, what will happen between you two? Are you planning on accepting it?"
Y/n tilted her head backwards on the couch and closed her eyes.
"Uh-oh."
Y/n's eyes opened once again as she looked at Eva "What?! I didn't even say anything yet."
The girl shrugged her shoulders before smiling, "You don't need to. Your posture just told me everything I needed to know and then your delay in answer proved me right."
Y/n and Manon both looked at her with slightly wide eyes as the former whispered, "Wow"
Manon turned to look at her once again, "You are going to reject the bond?! Why?"
Y/n sighed, "I went and talked with the Book of Breathings earlier today and turns out my mother was the one behind it all from the start. She knew I had a mate here so she managed to get me sent to this place, effectively making my and Fenrys' paths cross and that just gave me the answer I needed. Assured me of my choice."
"Which is?"
Y/n looked at both of them beore saying in a steady voice, "No."
"What?!"
"Why?!"
Both the queen and the girl shouted at the same time, still looking surprised by her choice.
She put her palm over both of their mouths' as she said, "If you will just shut up and allow me to talk, I will explain."
Once they both stayed quiet, y/n let out a breath and said, "As I mentioned, my mother had a hand in this, in us crossing paths. That's why I feel as if I have forced myself upon Fenrys. If I accept this, I will force him to be with me because we didn't meet naturally. I am afraid that at some point, he will realise this and stop feeling all those things for me and leave like Azriel did. Like everyone always does-"
"I will have to stop you right there." Manon's voice sounded firm yet reassuring and determined as she placed a hand on y/n's shoulder.
"I understand your fears. You have had some hard times in your life it seems, and have loved the very few things you considered good. Such as those fae and especially Azriel. But, they left you alone after you have loved so much and been so vulnerable that now you find it hard to open up again. But believe me, y/n. That isn't your fault at all. They didn't leave because you were mean, bad, unusual or something else but because they themselves are the problem. They are the liars and hypocrites. Not you."
When y/n opened her mouth to say something, Manon put up a hand and said, "Now, as for the whole being sent here situation, if not now then when? If your mother wouldn't have done what she did at that exact time to get you here then when, exactly would you have a chance to come here again? To cross paths with Fenrys? He adores you, y/n. He is ready to go to the ends of the world as long as it's with you. Believe me, Fenrys has changed so much for the better since your arrival. No one has had this effect on him but you. Only you."
Y/n's eyes watered slightly as Eva hugged her silently and Manon squeezed her hand with a reassuring smile, "Just think about it."
Y/n gave her a small smile in return as she nodded her head and sat with them in a comforting silence a little more, thinking over what Manon just said.
It was sunset when she was sitting in the gazebo, staring out into the ethereal view of flowers and other plants. Her surroundings were so serene and peaceful, contrasting with her inner turmoil as y/n was once again, lost.
"May I?"
That voice that always caused a warm feeling to envelop her. That calm yet deep voice that never fails to make her squirm in her seat. The only voice that ever made her feel such things.
Fenrys' voice.
Y/n lifted her head up to see him standing in front of the gazebo, a small smile on his face, looking as angelic as ever. She managed to smile back and nod her head.
He came and sat right next to her, his comforting scent invading all her senses as she couldn't stop her body from leaning against him causing Fenrys to immediately wrap an arm around her waist and put his head on hers.
She felt so safe in his arms. So safe and protected, as if no harm could ever come to her as long as she was with him. And truthfully, y/n did start thinking that it was like that. But then again, another small part of her was still unsure, still telling her that this would never end well. That this was a forced story.
"You seem deep in thought"
His voice that seems to turn gentle only when talking to her brought her back from her thoughts as y/n asked him the question she has been dying to get an answer for.
"Are you truly happy to have me as a mate?"
"Where is this coming from?"
"I don't know, just.... I don't know"
She felt him pull her slightly away so that they can look at each other. Fenrys' brows were furrowed as he looked expectantly at her.
Y/n sighed, "I- I just- forget it."
"No, I won't forget it because you will tell me what is causing you any trouble so that I can smooth it out."
Her eyes widened, "You care about me that much? You- you would try to solve my problems for me?"
Fenrys' arm around her tightened as he said, "Of course I care about you. In fact, I more than care about you. Your troubles are my troubles and so, I would do everything in my power to get rid of every single one of them until you are feeling at peace. Feeling safe-"
"I do feel safe, Fen. Whenever I am with you is when I feel safe."
He seemed to be surprised about that because now it was his eyes that widened. "You do?"
"Of course I do, Fenrys. I feel safe, cared, supported, appreciated and even loved whenever I am with you. You have shown me the love no one has ever shown before. That's why I am afraid that you may doubt this at some point in the future. I am afraid that you- that your feelings will change and you will also leave-"
Her words were silenced by Fenrys' lips on hers. He kissed her fiercely, full of adoration and passion while his hand kept on caressing her back.
When he pulled away from her, his breath heaving, as he put both of his hands on each side of her face, "Never say such things ever again. I would never and I mean never knowingly hurt you. I would rather get my skin ripped off my body than ever betray you, princess. I am ready to spend an eternity with you, I will accept it right this moment, even. But I am more than willing to wait until you are ready to make a choice."
A tear slipped down her eye before Fenrys kissed it away as y/n smiled at him, feeling so warm after the confession he made. "I think- I think I know my answer, Fen. I just need a little more time to be sure."
Fenrys smiled brightly and kissed her other cheek as he pulled her back into his chest and put his head back on hers. "Once you are ready, I will be here, waiting and ready to soothe your doubts."
Once they arrived to dinner, the room was full with everyone chattering and discussing things, Dorian's voice loudest of all as he mentioned that there were only two days left until the lunar eclipse now.
"Well, with two groups, I believe we have a chance at winning." Lysandras confident voice filled the room as she playfully hit the back of Dorian's head while passing by his chair.
Y/n sat down next to Fenrys as she asked no one in particular, "Who is going where?"
Dorian smiled brightly and pointed to himself as he said, "Of course, the one and only me, Eva, Elide, Yrene and Lucien are staying with you. The rest are going after the valgs."
"And me." came Fenrys' voice from beside her, full of determination.
Aelin cleared her throat, "Fenrys, you can shift. You would be more helpful with us-"
"I am staying with y/n."
"Fenrys-"
"No."
"Fenrys," y/n put her hand on his, causing him to look at her, his gaze immediately softening.
"Please, you will be more helpful in the fight against the valg."
"But-"
"I will be fine, Fen. I won't be alone, right?"
Yrene nodded her head "Of course, we will be with you every step of the way."
Y/n smiled and looked back at him. "See? You shouldn't worry about me."
He sighed and clearly was willing to protest more but one look from y/n caused him to give her a resigned nod.
After a while, as everyone kept on talking, y/n noticed that Petrah seemed to be smiling which was the most unusual thing ever because y/n never saw her smile fully. One look at Lucien confirmed what she thought. He told her that they were mates and from the small shake of his head that Lucien gave y/n, she understood that neither of them haven't accepted the bond, just getting to first know more of one another. Just like her and Fenrys, it seems.
As the dinner went on, y/n's doubts were mostly fogotten as she immersed herself in the endless conversations happening around her, feeling more at home than she ever had. And through it all, she felt Fenrys' firm yet reassuring hold on her hand, his presence like a light at the end of the dark tunnel.
Y/n knew that this was far from over, that they had trouble coming in two days but right in this moment, she was more than ready to face whatever that was coming as long as she had Fenrys by her side.
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old faces, part 10
Rowaelin x f!Reader
Summary:Â you and Rowan meet again after seven years, and deal with the fall-out of a secret.Â
Warnings: mentions of drinking, panic attack, references to death, child laborÂ
Word Count: ~4.5k
A/N: I promise I've started on part 11! I appreciate all of your love on this series <3 it seriously means the world to me
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Fenrys, sat to your right, was watching you. He was subtle, others wouldnât notice - perhaps except Rowan or Aelin, but you felt his attention on you, like he knew something was wrong. The bastard probably did.Â
The encounter had rattled you. Especially because the male was still sitting further down the table. Youâd done a good job of ignoring him for the most part, even though his attention wandered your way several times. Earlier, youâd been correct assuming it was a personal matter, because he didnât bring up a single thing related to an artifact causing trouble, or your bloodline. Not even a hint of it.Â
Yes, his questions had unnerved you, but the memory moreso. Youâd kept your oath, but you tried not to think of him. It had been years, but the pain and loss still felt like yesterday, the scar still felt fresh, guilt and horror threatened to overwhelm you -Â
A warm hand on your knee, a small squeeze. Fenrys. A scan of the table showed nobody looking closely at you, good - it wouldâve been embarrassing and unprofessional if youâd spaced out while a question was asked.Â
Trying not to count down the seconds, you did your best to hang on to every word, to listen intently, but your mind scrambled. A glass of wine, maybe a good book, and sleep was desperately needed.Â
With Fenrys next to you like a guard dog, he only shot you a look, probably meant to be some kind of promise of a future conversation. Youâd need a good amount to avoid him, and lately your luck has been running terrifyingly low.Â
Waiting an appropriate amount of time after the meeting concluded - mainly until he left the room, you beelined for the door. A broad back cut you off, Fenrys asking some kind of question you couldnât hear through the ringing in your ears, the pure panic rising in your lungs.Â
Vaguely aware of the empty room surrounding you, Rowanâs face loomed in front of yours, his mouth forming words you couldnât hear or comprehend. Chest caving, each breath felt like a chore, the sharp pain of your nails in your palm couldnât distract you, couldnât break you out, you were suffocating, drowning - one hand squeezed your shoulder, another gripping your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze.Â
âBreathe,â you read his lips, the movement of his mouth slow and exaggerated. âYouâre safe.âÂ
His hand enveloped yours, drawing it up towards his chest. The grip on your chin didnât move, forcing you to look at him to focus on the steady beat of his heart under your palm, the exaggerated rising and falling of his chest, the way his hand still covered your own. Slowly, the ringing subsided, your breaths growing easier.Â
âGood?â He asked, and you hated the gentleness in his voice. You replied with a terse nod. Rowan studied you for a few moments, and unlike yourself you squirmed under the scrutiny, shifting back and forth on your feet.Â
âAlright,â he said slowly, releasing your chin, lowering your hand back to your side. He strode back towards the door, jerking his head, speaking lowly enough your Fae hearing couldnât catch the words. Fenrys strode back in, his face unusually severe. The door shut with a soft snick, a comforting shield of wind surrounding the room. You were too overloaded to add your own magic.Â
Fenrys looked concerned, but you shook your head, âI'm fine.âÂ
âThen what the hell happened before?â At least Fenrys got straight to the point.
âSomeone just ⌠asked something that rattled me,â you hedged, leaning back against the table, crossing your arms, trying to buy yourself some time to find a way to explain it that wouldnât make them overreact. Logically, you knew it was too late for that.Â
âYou donât get rattled,â Rowan crossed his arms. Technically, that was a compliment. You glanced at Fenrys, like he might make some kind of joke, but his face was nearly as serious as Rowanâs. Two walls of unrelenting and overbearing male arrogance. âWho?âÂ
âDoes it matter?âÂ
Neither male bothered responding. Running fingers through your hair, you told him, and added âit wasnât exactly a threat.âÂ
âExactlyâ, was your mistake.Â
âTell me everything.â The demand in Rowanâs tone, the sheer sense of authority and arrogance, made you prickle but ⌠this time you gave in and recited the conversation.Â
âWhat do you think heâs looking for?â Fenrys asked before Rowan could get a word..Â
âI donât know. I donât want to know.â The second part wasnât necessarily true. Heâd peaked your curiosity, hit that lingering sense of guilt perfectly - as if he already knew how to work you. But, curiosity killed the cat - you wouldnât make that mistake.Â
âWeâll keep an eye on him,â Rowan said, glancing up at the clock. Another meeting would start soon - one should probably be at. âStay here for the night.âÂ
âRight where he is?â You raised your brows.Â
âRight where we are,â he corrected.Â
âIâm not that scared.âÂ
âSo you admit youâre scared?âÂ
âOh fuck off,â you snapped at him.Â
âWe fought with that male,â Rowan snarled, âweâre well aware of what heâs capable of.âÂ
Of course they had. You caught Fenrysâs nod from the corner of your eye.Â
âAnd Iâm more than capable of protecting myself. Find someone else to be a fussy bastard to.â
âI care about your safety,â he gritted his teeth, âis that so wrong?âÂ
Damn you, something inside of you softened and you hated yourself for it.Â
âItâs safer for me to be at home.âÂ
âSafer for who?â The edge in Rowanâs voice grew, âbecause I know damn well youâre trying to draw a threat away from the castle.â Away from Ceri was implied. He probably didnât know it, but you wanted it away from him too. From him, Aelin, Fenrys, all of the people you cared about. You couldnât argue.Â
âDonât fucking underestimate me.âÂ
He laughed roughly, âtrust me, Iâm not.â
âThen donât try to coddle me,â your left fist clenched.Â
âItâs common sense, not coddling.âÂ
Fenrysâs eyes darted back and forth between the two of you, and you threw your head back in a groan.Â
âIf anything happens tonight, even if I get a bad feeling, I'll come back here,â you said with enough finality and sincerity that the males very begrudgingly agreed. âIâm going home now,â you sidestepped Fenrys, skirted around Rowan, the shield of wind falling, and strode out of the door.Â
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Rowan hadnât slept well since you left the night before. You showed face yesterday, probably just to assure him and maybe prove a point, but the Akkadian contingent would be present for two more days. He told Aelin, of course, and had to be the reasonable one to prevent her from doing an interrogation of her own. Sheâd agreed, already knowing there was a close eye kept on them. But, it was near impossible to keep track of everyone entering or leaving without raising suspicion.Â
Quarter to midnight, just when he figured he should try and get some sleep, and kick the rest of the Court out, Halle appeared with a ⌠piece of paper between her teeth. She jumped directly on him, claws digging in, dropping the paper, hissing when he didnât immediately grab it. He took the hint, and didnât hesitate before unfolding it.Â
Iâm going to have company soon. If you and Aelin attend, itâll raise too many suspicions, and itâs the dead of night. Send Fenrys? Iâll stay in until then.Â
Gods, you planned on confronting him. The words were scribbled quickly, letters shaky, ink blotted in a few areas.Â
He tossed it to Fenrys, who caught it between two fingers - glancing once curiously at the cat, her keen eyes now fixed on him. Attending. You said nothing about a hawk keeping watch from the sky. Besides, youâd said âyou and Aelin,â not âyou or.â Aelin would be pissy she needed to stay here, but if they were both absent from the castle âŚÂ Â
Sometimes, Rowan missed when he wasnât King, when he could confront a problem like this without having to worry about political repercussions, when he lived somewhere there were few laws against murder.Â
He flew above Fenrys - taking a back exit from the castle, sticking to secluded areas. Somehow, the giant white wolf went unnoticed. Perhaps because it was a Friday night, and the current areas they ran through were nearly abandoned.Â
Regardless, he scouted the way ahead, spotting the two males just a fifteen minute walk from your house now. It was obvious they didnât know exactly where they were going, but Fenrys should arrive with a few minutes to spare. He knew youâd notice his presence, and heâd avoid showing his face to keep your wrath away.Â
He momentarily forgot keeping your wrath away as he watched you slip past the wards and shift. Then - disappeared. Catching a draft, he set out to intercept Fenrys.Â
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Youâd lied to them unintentionally, the decision made last minute, a switch, but it was the ⌠choice that felt right, a warm hand on your shoulder - a feminine voice in the back of your ear, guiding you. Slipping past the words, sending silent apologies to the night, you shifted.Â
It was easy enough to track their magic, moving in between the folds of time and space. Harder, was deciding the best way to ârun intoâ their path.Â
Pinching your cheeks until they flushed red, hands shoved into pockets, head down, senses awake - a slight sway in your step, humming a tune frequently played in Terrasenâs taverns, you turned the corner and let the threads of fate throw you to the wolves.Â
âOh,â you laughed, stumbling back a few steps, brushing hair away from your face, âdidnât think Iâd see you again today. Your voice carried over the wind, although you spoke a tad louder than necessary. The location was empty, but not abandoned. Probably not where they wouldâve chosen. It felt important that you chose the place. âConvenient, finding you here.âÂ
âConvenient, indeed,â the predatory gleam in his eyes raised the hair on the back of your neck. Still, stupid male. If he thought beyond whatever agenda heâs set on, he wouldâve wondered how you ended up directly in his path. âThereâs some things weâd like to discuss-â
âItâs past business hours, Iâm afraid,â you yawned.
âWe can keep this separate,â he purred and you fought the urge to gag. His friend was stone-faced. They looked similar enough they could be brothers or cousins.Â
âWhat do you want?â
âLike I said,â he cleared his throat. âThereâs an artifact causing trouble, we need your skillset to track it down.âÂ
He said it as if it was a done thing, like youâd agree in an instant. âIâm not the person youâre looking for.âÂ
âAndal said you were.âÂ
You paled, all of the color flushing from your skin. He couldnât see it, in the dark, but the silence probably told him heâd hit the mark. Nothing was telling you to run, nothing pushing you away from this - although you wished it would. Deny, deny, deny, was the safe choice but ⌠you had to get to the bottom of this one way or another. Worst case, you shift and disappear. Hopefully.Â
âIf Andal said,â you pretended to think about it, just for a moment, tapping your fingers on your thigh, before shaking your head âit doesnât matter, Iâm out of business.âÂ
âThis is urgent,â his friend, stone-man, growled.
âOh he speaks,â you teased.Â
âItâs one of the -â his words froze mid-sentence, a pulse of ancient and near primal magic weaving into the space.
Fenrys nearly bowled you over - stumbling, bracing his hand on your shoulder. âQuit leaving me behind,â he huffed out a laugh. An icy and familiar wind brushed against your cheek.Â
Immense relief filled you, although you were seconds away from getting the information you wanted. âMy bad,â you shot him a smile.Â
Nearly imperceptibly, his fingers tightened around your shoulder as he straightened, examining the two males in front of you. Males he already knew were there. Still, you were impressed by his acting.Â
âNew friends?â He drawled. You shrugged, but didnât shake off his hand, and he didnât move it.Â
âThey were asking for my advice,â you cleared your throat - after an uncomfortable minute of silence.Â
âAdvice that cannot wait until tomorrow?âÂ
There was an underlying threat in his words, a slight change in tone, and with it the air filled with tension - suffocating, like all of their magics rose to the surface, postures tense and ready to snap at any minute.Â
âIâm sure it can wait,â the male said roughly, jerking his chin towards his friend, as they both strode down the street - back towards the castle. âIâll be in touch,â he called over his shoulder. Fenrys stiffened, but you didnât bother replying.Â
You and Fenrys waited until they were out of hearing range, and then a few minutes longer for good measure. At this point, you knew Fenrys well enough to tell when he was furious.Â
Clearing the city streets, shadows of the stress covering the two of you, you finally spoke, âIâd almost figured out what -â
A flash of light came from your right, you pivoted, faced with an angry silver-haired male, mouth frozen mid-sentence, âIâd ask what the hell you were thinking,â he snarled, âbut itâs obvious you werenât.âÂ
âI was thinking Iâd keep those bastards from finding my gods-damned house,â you hissed.Â
âHow do you know youâre not leading them right back to your gods-damned home?â Fenrys said, his dark eyes flashing. Â
Fixing him with a sharp look, you didnât bother answering.Â
One, youâd be able to tell.Â
Two, it felt like an insult to your intelligence.Â
Three, they werenât stupid enough to follow if Fenrys was with you.Â
You considered telling them to piss off, but knew it would be pointless. Tense, angry silence filled the walk back to your home.Â
The wards were heavy, thick magic pulsing, enveloping you the closer you got. It might be uncomfortable to the others, but for you it felt like a hug - like it was singing and welcoming you home, magic reaching out with small threads to tug you into its embrace. You realized that the density of magic might be a beacon, and made a note in your mind to possibly research a way to obscure it.Â
Running your finger down the invisible wall, a sliver appeared - just big enough to slip through as, snapping back into place as soon as you passed the threshold.Â
The silence carried until you were inside, all sitting stiffly on the various couches and chairs. None of you bothered to appear at ease.Â
Rowanâs hand slipped into his pocket, pulling a familiar slip of paper out, holding it between two fingers. Dramatically, he unfolded it and read;Â
âIâll stay in until then,â a breeze floated the page towards you, and you batted it away. A streak of orange, and Halle caught it between her teeth, shaking it in her jaws like a dog. She looked up at you and hissed. A small smile curved on your lips. Reaching a hand out, she rubbed her head along your fingers, lifting her chin for a scratch. A minute passed, and it appeared the two males were waiting for you to break the silence this time. You forced yourself to lean back, the armchair big enough for Halle to jump up and settle next to you, one paw batting at you when you dared to stop petting her.
âDo you ever feel like some kind of God or Goddess is watching over you?âÂ
âAelin killed them,â Fenrys deadpanned, Rowan cut a glare at him. That, you didnât know, but as Rowanâs glare turned on you, you decided it was best to ask that question later.Â
âItâs like a warm hand on my shoulder,â you continued, âor a voice, nudging me. It hasnât failed me before, and today felt like a bad time to test it.â
âYou couldnât have found me?â Fenrys asked, âmaybe waited until you werenât alone to confront them?âÂ
âI shouldâve,â scratching the back of your neck, you avoided his gaze.You were old enough to admit when youâd done something stupid, to realize you had indeed fucked up, even if you hated doing it. âLook,â you let out a slow breath, âthis is very ⌠personal.âÂ
Silence.Â
âIf I'm going to explain this, Aelin really should be here,â you mumbled. She could easily hear from Rowan, or you could tell the story twice, but you wanted her here. Something about her presence soothed an edge, made dark parts of the past more bearable.Â
Rowan stood. âI doubt sheâs sleeping,â he said mildly, a glint in his eyes. âI saw you shift earlier, it shouldnât take long to get there.âÂ
Fighting the urge to snarl or stomp, you lead the way out the door. âIâll walk,â you called over your shoulder. Mainly because it would piss his impatient ass off. Based on his snarl, it did.Â
Rowan snarled as you took off without him, sending a grin over your shoulder. His eyes rolled, but within a few strides heâd caught up to you.Â
âWalking me home?â You teased, âhow kind of you.â He gently shoved his shoulder into yours. âReally,â you huffed, âIâll be fine.âÂ
âItâll make me feel better,â he countered, and that was the end of the argument. Youâd refused to shift and head back, anyway. You didnât show your animal form to anyone. Even him.Â
âIâll go with you,â Fenrys quickly caught up to you, walking shoulder to shoulder as the memory faded, âwe might run into them again.âÂ
A flash of light, a shriek from a hawk, and Rowan headed off, likely to warn Aelin.Â
Ten minutes into the walk, the silence was getting to your head.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âIâve never wanted to be back in Doranelle,â Fenrys said quietly, âbut there, I couldâve just killed them.âÂ
âMurder isnât always the answer,â you snorted, and finally had the courage to look him in the eyes. He was fighting a smile. Throwing your head back, a slightly-incredulous, probably insane sounding laugh bubbled from your chest.Â
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âSome of the objects my ancestors made had uses they didnât expect, and ended up with the wrong people,â you tapped your fingers against your legs, Aelin tried not to make it obvious she was hanging onto every word. âThereâs a sense of ⌠responsibility that comes with it. To destroy them, I suppose. There was never enough time to properly explain it.â
Sounds like bullshit, Aelin thought, but kept listening.Â
âFew know how to use Wyrdmarks, and very few have the magic to strengthen or infuse them. Some can catch traces of those objects - track them. Not all of my ancestors were angelic, some tracked them down - either to use themselves or sell to the highest bidder,â disgust filled each word as you spat them out. âI was warned that not all will have bad intentions, but even the best intentions can be skewed by greed,â that phrase came out like a quote, one youâd memorized years ago, stored in the back of your mind - perhaps as a reminder. This was mostly information theyâd been able to piece together, and Aelin waited for the other side, for whatever big secret youâd been holding onto.Â
âIt would be good to know what they're looking for, specifically.â Rowan looked ready to interrupt, but Aelin held up a hand. âThen I'll know their intentions. âIâd almost figured that out earlier,â you shot what was probably supposed to be an annoyed look at Fenrys, but she caught the hint of gratitude. As you turned back to them, a hint of guilt hit her at the exhaustion in your face, at the fear in your eyes.Â
âI was nine, stuck on the streets. Someone found me, told me if I helped them out theyâd make sure I was taken care of. I worked for them for five years, and did whatever they told me to. I knew I'd get fed, a warm bed, and a few marks here and there - to a kid it felt like riches. My ⌠handler, you could say, had an idea of what my magic could do. Eventually my great uncle found me and dragged me out of it.â You ran a hand over your face. âThatâs why theyâre asking for help, because they know Iâve done it before.âÂ
âAndal?â Rowan asked quietly. He mustâve overheard that. All Aelin could think of was that word you used; handler. As the name Andal rolled around in her mind, it sounded eerily like Arobynn. Still, she focused on you - your expression, the paleness of your skin, the mixture of anger and fear flashing at the name, fists clenching slightly, shoulders tensing, feet pressing firmer into the ground - like you were ready to launch into a fight. Aelin understood how a name could trigger such a visceral reaction.Â
âI fell for his trap and promises, I was so naive,âÂ
âYou were a child,â Rowan insisted. âIt wasnât your fault.âÂ
âPart of me always knew it was wrong, but I was so-â your head snapped towards the door, and seconds later a very insistent knock interrupted. Ceri. Rowanâs shield of wind, and one of whatever your magic was, parted and the door flew open.Â
Ceri sprinted through the room, launching herself into your arms.Â
âYouâre here,â she shrieked. Excitement. A smile naturally spread over your face, the tension of the previous conversation put aside as Ceri recounted the past day's events, settling herself next to you on the couch as you watched with rapt attention - cutting in at all of the perfect moments.
It had been a long week and ⌠Aelin realized the two of you didnât get to spend much time together. She exchanged a glance with Rowan, and they both silently rose, murmuring a good night, before leaving. Theyâd get up early to talk in the morning.Â
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Ceri spared no detail, and talked until her eyes started closing, yawns interrupting her words.Â
âWhy donât you tell me more in the morning?â You asked gently.Â
Her lips pursed, like that was the last thing she wanted to do, but she eventually nodded. She stood, her small hand latching onto your wrist, and dragged you both towards your bedroom. It had been years since she insisted on sleeping in your bed, but you didnât question it. After tonight, you wanted her close.Â
The next morning, thank the gods, nobody woke you up at the ass crack of dawn. In fact, a tray of food waited just outside of your door, all of your favorites and Ceriâs. After discerning it wasnât poison, you brought it in.Â
A few cups of tea later and you felt ready to continue last nightâs conversation. Partially. None of this way easy to talk about, and you supposed that was a good thing.Â
âAs a child,â Rowan had said. Sure, youâd been young and naive, but you couldnât shake the feeling that you shouldâve known better. âNobody was there to teach you, itâs not your fault,â a voice that sounded eerily like Aelinâs countered in the back of your mind.Â
Ceri left reluctantly, making you promise to spend another night at the castle. It was an easy promise to give, youâd missed her after all.Â
As soon as the three of you sat, you said the words youâd rehearsed in your head all morning. âBefore we get into ⌠that situation,â you cleared your throat, fighting the tightening sensation. âWhatever it is between us,â youâd caught their attention, both staring at you with keen eyes, âI want it - if you still do. To figure it out when we have time.âÂ
âI still want it,â Aelinâs mouth curved up at one corner, the mirth in her eyes bringing a pink flush to your cheeks. Rowan met your gaze, pine-green eyes flashing with rare emotion, and nodded. You didnât need words from him, the look said everything.Â
âHow dangerous are these objects?â Rowan cleared his throat. Aelin rolled her eyes.Â
âDepends on who has them, and if they know what theyâre doing.â You realized that was uninformative, and explained, âmost of them can capture traces of magic, in some way or form. With enough exposure and time, they can be quite destructive.âÂ
âYou said you helped hunt them, did they ask anything else of you?âÂ
You nodded, throat constricting, and forced the next words out, âI was a kid who didnât know what she was doing. I appeased them, changing small marks, making things up, but I really had no idea. I still donât know what I changed, or what they can do now.âÂ
âIâll take care of it.â Aelin said, firmly.Â
âItâs not your -âÂ
âMy responsibility, I know,â she waved her hand, âbut I want to.âÂ
The way she said âwantâ implied she would, whether you liked it or not. Youâd learned, over the last few years, that Aelin can be quite good at getting what she wants. Still, you didnât want to roll over for her.Â
âI always pictured myself going on a ⌠quest, some day,â you let out a low, dead, laugh. âWhen Ceri was grown, hunting down all of the objects I messed with - destroying them.âÂ
âGetting revenge?â Rowan raised a brow.Â
âRedemption,â you countered. He looked like he wanted to argue. âBesides,â you played with the hem of your tunic. âItâs what my uncle wouldâve done.âÂ
âHeâs dead, isnât he?â He said quietly, not with pity, just framing a fact as a question.Â
âYes.âÂ
Another gods-damned sacrifice. All to keep you alive. All you could do was try to be worthy of it.Â
âCeri didnât inherit my magic,â you said abruptly.
âI know,â Rowan replied. âMaybe your knack for sensing it, but not the actual magic.âÂ
âSensing can be taught,â you replied.Â
Aelin hummed. âWhat do you want to do about this?âÂ
A few blinks of surprise, but you leaned back. âHonestly? Forget it all happened.â Aelin snorted. âPractically, I should hear them out and figure out what Iâm dealing with.âÂ
âAnd put yourself in danger?â Aelinâs head tilted, her voice a tad too calm.Â
âWhat if we make it an âofficialâ thing?â When neither outright objected, you continued, âdo it during a meeting, make it public.âÂ
âThen youâll expose yourself,â Rowan stated. You raised a brow, you already had - to them. âTo everyone,â he added.Â
âNot necessarily,â you brushed the non-existent dirt off your pants. âI can give them my useless ânotesâ on the subject,â youâd never intended to give them material that would actually help. âIf they try for specifics, clarify what theyâre looking for, others will start suspecting them, and I doubt thatâs what they want.âÂ
âHow will that tell you what they want?âÂ
âTheyâre arrogant and obviously desperate,â you shrugged. âTheyâll get irritated, find me, and tell me.âÂ
âYour plan is to piss them off?â Fenrys looked at you like he prayed you were joking.Â
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