#au; stars burn as ancient (tog)

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verse descriptions for the pinned post (a living post that will be added to as au's and other plots arise, under read more for length purposes)

main verses

v; fallen star (main)

covers the canon events of amaya's "death" in the acotar series, her arrival in midgard, life as the autumn king's concubine, and eventual return to prythian

aus

au; the sharpest weapon (asteri)

amaya's arrival in midgard gained the attention of the asteri in the worst way. rigelus discovered amaya's powers and sought to use her as a spy and enforcer for the asteri. she is eventually placed in einar's home to report on the dealings of the fae directly to rigelus himself. *i tend to lean on inspiration from the winter soldier story in marvel. can be combined with a corruption arc*

au; legend bound (survival)

amaya did not travel to midgard, but instead recovered in velaris and remains a member of the inner circle. she ruled velaris in rhys's absence during amarantha's reign sub au -- au; at what cost (utm) amaya joined rhys at amarantha's party and was subsequently imprisoned as he was under the mountain. amarantha does not know she holds two daemati in her grasp and amaya tries to do what she can to help her brother

au; this world is primal (beast)

tamlin could not save amaya from spring's plot, but instead tried to hide her until she was safe by transforming her into a dragon. however, magic is fickle and he could not break the curse after the ashes of the plot settled. now, amaya lives her days as a beast protecting the northern most reaches of the night court and her nights as her fae self. *inspired by swan lake*

au; stars burn as ancient (tog)

follows amaya's canon, except she appeared in wendlyn instead of midgard. aware of amaya's temendous power, maeve attempted to coerce her into a blood oath, but amaya escaped to erilea shortly after magic fell and has been hiding from the valg queen ever since.

au; most ardently (historical)

takes place in any historical context. amaya is typically the daughter of a titled lord and is highly educated despite the norms of society.

au; supernova (modern)

amaya is an aspiring astrophysicist with a penchant for daydreaming in the modern world

au; the nightingale (hollywood)

in the golden age of hollywood, amaya is a singer known as the “nightingale” for her haunting songs on life and love. she first gained notoriety after catching the attention of einar danaan, the self styled “king of music,” who financed her first album and has ties to the asteri mob family. now married to einar, amaya tours endlessly and has lost the joy singing once brought her

au; valhalla calling (viking)

amaya is a trained shield maiden and aspires to be as fierce as the valkyries of legend

au; from the blood of old (got)

covers any interactions that take place in the got timelines. amaya hails from house dayne and carries valyrian ancestry that is marked by her violet eyes and her family's affinity to the targaryens. in the hotd timeline, amaya is also a dragonseed who aids rhaenyra's claim to the throne; however, she loses her dragon in battle and is dealing with "losing her wings" in the got canon timeline, amaya is a younger cousin to ashara and arthur dayne. her brother, rhys, became lord of starfall after arthur's death at the tower of joy. *all other timelines, such as the conquest, will be plotted on a case by case basis*

au; we will rise (fbaa)

amaya is an atlantian of mixed draken bloodline descent. her blood gave her the ability to call wings at will and her family has been sworn in service to the consort. when the gods slept, so did she until she was woken and taken to the blood crown by ires. understanding the great power amaya held, isbeth experimented on her and created the first revenant, causing amaya to lose her wings in the process. she bows her head and obeys in the name of survival, but she has never given up her dreams of seeing atlantia once more.

[crownednight]

__________✨    SHE       PAUSES       WHEN       THE       OTHER       CRIES       OUT,       WONDERING       IF       HER       WARNING       HAS       STRUCK       TRUE.       it   is   clear   in   the   way   her   mouth   twists   that   there   is   history   here,       bitter   truths   she   has   not   admitted   to   another   since   finding   herself   in   exile   in   this   kindgom     (       a   hellscape   truly,       but   what   choice   does   she   have   with   wendlyn   at   her   back    ??     )     ❛    maeve   likes   to   collect   powerful   things,    ❜       she   starts,       forcing   a   breath   through   her   nose   to   steady   herself.     ❛    &&    i'm   not   one   to   sign   my   soul   away   to   another   with   such   ambitions.     she    didn't    want    to    take    no    for    an    answer    so    here    i    am.    ❜       there   are   steps   in   between   of   course,       but   that   is   the   short   of   it.

instinct to wave away the stranger is one that befalls her so easily.      her warning but a recycled tale she has already been shown first hand to be true   —   maeve was no ally but a threat.      however , celaena’s thoughts could not loiter on that danger in the moment.      not when threat of the king and freeing muted magic took precedence.      however , there was something that kept her from walking onward.      an unknown drive of sorts that kept her own feet planted before the other even when she spoke her farewells.      if she was not tied to maeve and yet knew of both rowan and lorcan being on the shores of adarlan , what other intel could she possibly hold ?      after all , it was only a matter of time until the looming danger across the western sea hit their shores.      and would it not be stupid to pass on intel that could give her an advantage ?      ❛   wait !   ❜      her voice near leaps from her lips towards the stranger.      ❛   how   —   why are you in erilea of all places ?      did something happen in wendlyn ?   ❜      gods she hoped that was not the reason rowan was here , that the continent she left only weeks ago had not already followed in suit of her own.

[crownednight]

__________✨       A       DEEP       SIGH       ESCAPES       HER       &&       WHEN       SHE       MEETS       THE       OTHER'S       BLAZING       GAZE       ONCE       MORE,       HER       OWN       IS       HEAVY.       she   feels   so   much   older   than   she   is,       but   these   centuries   have   not   been   kind   to   her.     her    face    may    be    smooth    from    the    ravages    of    time,       but    her    shoulders    droop,       her    eyes    dull       –       she    is    exhausted.     ❛    nothing.    ❜       had   she   been   on   the   receiving   end   of   this   speech,       perhaps   she   would   have   felt   the   same   as   the   girl   did.     the    world    is    cruel,       particularly    in    erilea    where    neighbors    turned    each    other    in    for    scraps.     no    one    ever    does    anything    for    free     (       this   continent   has   taken   her   magic,       maeve   has   taken   her   sense   of   security.     the    only    thing    she    has    left    of    herself    is    her    heart       )       without   it,       there   is   nothing   left   of   who   she   once   was.     she    holds    onto    it    until    she    is    whiteknuckled,       praying    that    she    does    not    break    in    the    face    of    all    these    struggles.     ❛    perhaps   you   can   ignore   what   happens   to   others,       but   i    cannot.       take   my   warning    &&    go   on   your   way.       my   aid   is   free.    ❜       then   she   does   something   that   may   be   considered    particularly    mad    considering   she   has   no   healing   power   anymore:     she    turns    her    defenseless    back    on    the    assassin    &&    makes    to    leave.

whitethron.      as if all other words the stranger had uttered had seemingly vanished with the tell of that one name.      rowan was here.      somewhere on this continent the male that had broken her down as to watch and aid as she built herself up once more had come.      a vast mix of emotions overfilled celaena’s mind , body , and soul at that knowledge.      but also further wonder.      had this woman been tied to maeve , undoubtedly she would be aware that rowan’s alliances no longer were tied to the fae queen.      that his blood oath had been stripped and handed over to celaena , aelin , herself.      perhaps   . . .   perhaps her story was not as fabricated as once believed.      but that alone did little to lessen her guard as her attention fell back in line.      yes rowan was here , somewhere , but her focus could not linger on that fact.      the grounding the cool steel of her blades hilt keeping the lethal calm ever present on her face , lacing her words.      ❛   then what is it you want of me ?   ❜      like a waltz the two carefully step about one another , questions not wholly direct but nevertheless carefully spoken.      ❛   or simply did you come all this way to tell me of threats i am already aware of ?   ❜

[ircnwrought]

__________✨       SHE       NOTES       THE       OTHER'S       DEFENSIVE       STANCE,        THE       HAND       ON       THE       WEAPON       AT       HER       SIDE.       a   cant   of   her   head   follows    &&    the   point   of   her   fae   ear   is   just   barely   visible   through   the   fabric   of   her   hood.        ❛    because   i   found   you   before   you   made   me.       if   i   wanted   you   dead   or   unconcious,       you   would   be.    ❜     not   a   slight,       but   a   truth.       a   soft   sigh   escapes   her    &&    she   resolves   herself   to   this   course   of   action.     no    one    deserved    what    maeve    would    do    to    eliminate    threats.     ❛    i   left   wendlyn   long   ago   to   escape   her.        if   there   is   anything   you   need   to   know,       it   is   that   i   have   no   love   lost   for   maeve.    ❜     there   is   still   a   void   in   her   chest   where   the   well   of   her   power   should   be,       transformed   to   ash   by   whatever   holds   the   magic   of   erilea   captive.     somedays    it    is    nearly    maddening    to    have    that    part    of    herself    missing.     ❛    she's   sent   her   best   trackers   after   you.       whitethorn    &&    salvaterre.       when   i   knew   them,       they   never   gave   up   a   chase.    ❜

it has been easy at first , to stay hidden via the guise of her hood and human form.      with magic hushed as were the embers within her core as she moved amongst the city's hollowed streets.      while aedion has been saved from the grips of death only the night prior , it was the sight of dorian that still haunted her every waking moment.      the collar on his neck , the void in his eyes.      the man who had chosen her , who had saved her was gone.      chaol could place blame on her all he wished , but never did it amount to the volume she placed on herself.      it were those thoughts that rattled her mind as she walked , the world around her going quiet in response.      at least until a voice pointed her direction pulled the princess turned assassin back from the void.      a face she did not know under the other's hood but the words she spoke deemed her not of a regular rifthold citizen when maeve was mentioned.      but it was not mention of her aunt that halted the words from her tongue , rather mention of fae warriors within the city.      fae warriors looking for her.      ❛   and i should trust the words of a stranger ?   ❜      she noted her hands at her sides , the lack of weaponry in her grasp.      but it did not stop her own hands from resting on the hilt of her beloved dagger at her side.      ❛   how do i know you are not one of those she sent ?   ❜