#cassriel

[shadowqueenjude]

“I think I fell in love with you,” Rhys murmured, stroking a finger down my arm, “the moment I realized you were cleaving those bones to make a trap for the Middengard Wyrm. Or maybe the moment you flipped me off for mocking you. It reminded me so much of Cassian."

And Cassian had been jealous—of Mor’s shy glances at Azriel in those first few weeks, and the fact that his dearest friend and brother . . . was looking at someone else. That she’d appeared, and then Azriel had changed. Only slightly, but Cassian had known his friend did not belong solely to him and Rhys anymore.

Azriel’s eyes slid to Eris, the High Lord’s son panting beneath him. And the shadowsinger leaned down to whisper something in his ear that made Eris blanch further.

[fuckyestherest]

Creator Highlight

Welcome to our Creator Highlight Week 17!

Every week, we’ll use this space to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use so much of their free time and creative energy to share their work with us and bring our imaginations to life via writing, art, visuals, and many other creative mediums. 

This week we want to highlight @ninthcircleofprythian, a massively talented creator for fics within the fandom! Her stories have romance, intrigue, plot, and fluff, all while being imaginative, creative, and leaving a long-lasting impact. It’s a challenge to write x reader and OC fics that feel realistic and consuming enough, but she hits the nail on the head every single time. Her nominators said the following: 

“Bird and the Badger made me cry, but GOD it was good. If you’re into angst, it’s a must read!”

“I never miss any of her updates–she always delivers”

As evident from these submissions, she is incredibly talented, and her works make it easy to be a fan! Her contributions are always fantastic, and we hope to see much more from her for a long time to come!

Below are some of our favorites!.

Winner Takes All | Azriel x OC

Kiss–Don’t Tell | Cassian x Azriel

Make it Hurt | Eris x Reader

A Pocketful of -- Ragweed? | Azriel x Eris

The Bird and the Badger | Eris x OC

Thanks so much for bringing such incredible, creative, and lovely works to our fandom. You’re such a bright spot in this community, and we’re so glad you’re here!

You can find more of @ninthcircleofprythian on her Masterlist!

[futureautumnhighlord]

Fuck you Cassian you stole both my women so now I'll steal your man.

[neciebee]

I'm actually kinda scared that Sarah will finally pander to the loud minority and write what they want. She has a plan and, although it's not perfect, she's stuck with it. She needs to continue sticking with it, if we're to respect her lackadaisical foreshadowing. Her pairings have been fraught with speculation because that's the kind of writer that she is - fantasy romanticism with tropes of overcoming initial adversity with fake-outs galore.

I have my OTP and others have theirs. Mine is less than likely and I'm happy to explore their future in fandom. Another has been teased in canon, and - if the resulting relationship is fated to fizzle out - a visible section of her fandom will riot, ignoring established text as 'Sarah didn't actually mean that'.

I actually hope that Sarah doesn't care. I want her to continue on with her planned story and write the narrative she'd always planned to write. It might not be about my personal otp, but it's about hers. She plans her own backstories, she writes her own foreshadowing, she sets up her romantic pairings. Nothing us fans say or do should affect the outcome of her future writing, other than the notion, "We really enjoy your story. Please continue.'

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[gravitysthrall]

Presenting:

viciousness & intelligence

Hasn't updated in months, beautiful characters, deep world building, the plot?? -- Chefs kiss. Az/Cas/Nes (English does seem to be their first language, but they keep apologising for their exceptional writing???)

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[spiritus-malum]

Marble etched into her likeness fair

Silken curls of soft and gorgeous hair

Covered body, curves and face are bare

Thousands of people in the forum there.

Wine decanters golden chalice

Marble pillars like a palace

Sacred sage and font sublime

Help me see the Goddess, mine.

Daily come and daily go

People in the ebb and flow

Like the tides a beautious show

Daily devotion, always entow

In the moonlight, she reflects

On my knees, I bring the best

Sweetly offerings, from the land

Placed into her outstretched hand

In the daytime they all gather

Holding worship and palaver

Bringing gifts and idle chatter

To the Goddess' silver platter.

In the dark I call above

To my Goddess, filled with love,

"Show me form the most divine,

Lay with me, and make me thine."

[secret-third-thing]

oh no now a nessian (with some neris) modern au just appeared in my brain.

[suffewingowo]

Like an impenetrable curtain the fog hangs in front of me. Lights of oncoming cars fading into view only for them to disappear again as the brights are flicked off.

Even through the all consuming fog, the darkness of the nighttime, I am comforted by some deep, welling, feeling.

I do not fear the creatures of the wilds coming into view and totalling my car. Nor another driver, absent-minded, on their phone swerving into my lane.

As I approach the city, only darkness greets me, until all at once the blue lights of the street lamps are thrust into my vision again.

The shroud of the stars above me is still present, even when they move unseen behind the curtain of fog.

[azsazz]

Haaaay bae, I wanted to say that I adore your writing, I’m sooo loving the recent skater/hockey Az stuff, and I always get super excited when I see a notification from you! 🥰

And also, I just saw your response to a DBD anon where you mentioned you had an idea for a next part, and I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that I srsly binged that series in like 2 nights a while ago and I’d instantly eat up more of it, it’s one of my favourites, not just from you, but, like, ever. It’s so unique, and who wouldn’t love to be the filling in a Cassriel sandwich 😉 (or is it Azzien? 😁🤷‍♀️)

Luv yuuuu x 💙

Hiii!! Thank you so so much! I’m absolutely LIVING for the hockey AU atm 🥰

Dead by Dawn is def one of my favs and I really wish that I had it planned completely because 1. It would be so much easier to write and 2. I think it would make a fantastic why choose 😅 maybe someday it can become more

I go with cassriel but call them whatever you please because either way they both make me smile lol

Thank you for the support I’ll try and get back to that one soon!! Love you toooo 💙

[shadowqueenjude]

Ranking Azriel ships

Bottom tier: Elriel (the worst ship of all time ew ew ew ew ew) Moriel (it's similar to Elriel but it's still better bc at least Azriel doesn't think Mor is a helpless little damsel and at least Mor isn't someone else's mate that we know of) Bryceriel (literally why does this exist) Mid: Nezriel (I'm only a fan if you add Eris in there) Luzriel (it's kind of funny for a sec but no) Top Tier: Cassriel (i mean Cassian is his husband let's be fr) Azris (the real enemies to lovers) Gwynriel (what will ultimately be canon) Thezriel (therapy x Azriel; the chemistry is sizzling i tell you)

[shadowqueenjude]

See when I see people saying "Azriel was so soft with Nesta!" I just want to scream because???? He's a jackass???? Cassriel is a better ship than Nezriel because the two toxic men can have each other, Nesta can run away with Eris.

When I remember that Azriel deliberately packed a big, heavy bag so that Nesta would have to carry it on the hike and there's an amused, icy gleam in cassian's eyes

[neciebee]

Title: I can't if you won't, but I will

Pairing: Azris, Azriel/Eris, Cassriel, Cassian/Azriel, Nessian, Nesta/Cassian

Word count: 3k

Summary: Azriel and Cassian weren't to be found after the meeting of the High Lords. While Helion and Mor were getting cosy after dinner, the brothers disappeared. They both turned up separately the next morning. Where were they? Why were they? What did they?

Link: to AO3

... we dined and drank for hours, until the night was overhead. And though Rhys and Kallias were tense, careful around each other... By the end of the meal they were at least talking.

Nesta was the first to leave the table, still wary and on edge. The others made one final check of the grounds before we tumbled into the cloud-soft beds.

Rhys and I left Mor and Helion talking knee to knee on the sitting room cushions, Vivianne and Kallias long returned to their suite. I had no idea where Azriel went off to - or Cassian for that matter.

- ACoMaF ch47. Probably page 459 but don't quote me

Azriel and Cassian weren't to be found after the meeting of the High Lords. While Helion and Mor were getting cosy after dinner, the brothers disappeared. They both turned up separately the next morning. Where were they? Why were they? What did they?

Notes:

I'm a sad fuck.

Thank you for everyone who's prodded me to try again. I'm still convinced that am not a writer, but I have feelings, and those feelings are toxic and tragic and wrong and need to be expressed through emotionally repressed Azris angst.

My meagre talents only allow me to write PWP but I'm not here to get you off. I'm here to feel sad. And hopefully to bring you with me.

What is this niche?

Please ¿enjoy? my latest contribution.

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Cassian watched as his brother paced the terrace. When the shadows had swallowed Azriel and dissolved him from the Night Court's suite in Dawn, he had also slipped away from the gathering to follow. Azriel was agitated, he knew. Tentatively, he could suspect why. It was hours of slinking and watching before he had found him, cloistered away off a high, dark, lonely tower.

"Az," he ventured. "What can I do to help?"

Azriel halted his pacing and glared down at the sparse lights in the dark valley below. The meeting of the High Lords was a disaster. Dinner with Winter and Day was barely tolerable. He knew he should have been congratulating his old friends on both of their ascensions to High Lordship. He could still be a courtier, with manners and subtlety and fucking diplomacy if he retained any semblance of acting as a courtier.

He'd once enjoyed the flirtations with Helion. He had always made him feel sexy, alluring, attractive. Dalliances eons ago had only cemented their clandestine understanding of one another's true purpose: simply the carnal pleasures of enjoying each other's needy bodies. No other lover had been able to blank his mind of his thoughts, his wants, his needs, like he did. He could not bear to share him with Mor and Cassian, lest his reprehensible inner turmoil and actual emotions seeped out.

He knew that he should be over the moon as Kallias celebrated his bond and marriage with the lovely Vivianne. Their push and pull throughout the centuries was torturous to watch, and this outcome was probably a prelude to a century of nauseatingly saccharine celebrations.

Good males, he knew, had taken the crowns of Winter and Day. Summer, also, had accepted a new High Lord. Though he was not well acquainted with him, Tarquin had the reputation to be trusted to do the best for his court, for his people, and for Prythian. There was so much fucking hope and optimism for the world he lived in. A new age of tolerance and understanding was on the precipice. He couldn't fucking stand being in it.

It broke his heart to see the sincere and ground-breaking love that had blossomed between the High Lord of Winter and their new Lady. Their connection was undeniable the entire time he knew them. When their mating bond had yet to snap, their personalities and idiosyncracies appeared to herald another soul-bond in the making. That it happened so easily and without fanfare was a punch to the gut. Just... click. Why was it so easy for them? What had these comparative younglings done to deserve Mother's greatest gift?

Rhys and Feyre also seemed to have developed a deeper level of understanding tonight. He could not miss those hungry eyes and unchaste touches between his Lord and Lady. Whatever would happen between them tonight, something novel within their bond was going to flare, and Azriel was to be an unwillingness witness.

Helion had begun their evening in his usual manner, but tactfully turned his attention to Mor when Azriel did not respond in kind this time. Their sweat-slicked memories only brought pain, rather than pleasure, when he thought to reciprocate the new High Lord's burning desire. There was so much fucking desire perfuming their Dawn suite that night, so many centuries of resolutions on the precipice, but this evening, everything just rankled him.

"He fucking infuriates me."

Cassian sat up as his heart broke. "I know, Az." He unfolded himself from the sun lounge, joining his brother at the low stone wall dividing the Palace of Dawn from the open night sky. He reached out, hesitated, then closed his hand around a clenched, scarred fist.

Azriel drew in a long, shuddering breath. As he released it slowly, controlled, as he'd practiced with Madja, he allowed his hand to relax into Cassian's, if only by a fraction. Turning his sorrowful eyes away from the horizon, he stepped towards his brother and lay a hand on his cheek. Cassian gave him a small, soft smile. He returned it, convincing neither of them that he was weathering this night of acrid, fervent love. They moved together, pressing their flesh against one another, lips entwined. He dug his hands into his brother's leathers, walking him back towards the seat. Cassian pulled him down as he fell into the sun lounge, flaring this wings. Azriel's thighs crowded around his hips.

Cassian accepted him willingly, desperately; his only desire was to soothe his brother. Azriel had been through too much for too long. Cassian's bleeding heart drowned away any guilt or trepidation he might have felt at the wrongness of their carnal fight for freedom. Cassian disregarded that his brother only wanted to forget his true pain; he just wanted to return his brother to even keel again, as if that would ever be possible.

One more night wouldn't save his soul, but this one night, Cassian will have to help him endure. Until sunrise and beyond. Again.

Azriel breathed hard against him. He ground their hips together, willing himself to harden in his leathers. This was supposed to be easy. This was supposed to be natural. They fell into each other again, just like they always did when the troubles of life became too much. For forty-nine years they had assured each other that they still had a brother beside them - with their hard bodies and sweet longings and soft words spoken in the dark. With the war looming large, the years and the fears stretched on. Their secret bond dampened the sharp edges of those lonely memories, tugging him away from his hurt and towards something that resembled some kind of love. If touch could smooth the edges of their difficult memories like Lord Devlin's harsh words, then the same could overcome whatever this new pain produced. Echoes of the unencumbered pleasure in their careless youth had saved him from the dark ennui that his soul-sucking job entailed.

"Why did he have to say anything? He's not even High Lord yet."

"I know, Az."

Azriel grappled at the fastenings of his brother's pants, seeking safety and security. Refuge. Comfort. Cassian obsequiously raised his hips as the waistband slid down his hips and his flaccid cock was freed. Deep down, he knew that he was a bandage over Azriel's emotional hurts, but if being a bandage was all he could be, he would be the best damn bandage anyone could have.

"Take the ache from me, Cass."

Cassian acquiesced fervently, grasping Azriel's night-black hair and crushed their bodies together. Their lips blended and their hands fought at the remaining closures on each other's clothes.

"He a shit fucking ally."

Cassian didn't know what more he could do that he had not already done, but he would try and try again. As he lifted Azriel's leathers over this head, he sucked necklaces of bruises into every inch of skin he exposed. He gripped his hand around his brother's throat, the way he knew he liked. He would be hard and mean. Azriel growled with pleasure. It told Cassian that he might be doing something right.

"Please, Cass, take it away," moaned Azriel, hungry for violence.

Cassian bit down on the skin under his jaw, trying to draw blood, trying to draw fight. His brother didn't want any gentleness. He didn't need any tenderness. He worried his teeth into the tanned flesh, knowing that Azriel liked to be marked. The feeling of pain reached him so much more viscerally than any other love that he could offer him. He only wished that he could burn for him as well.

The cock in Cassian's hand fully hardened when his other tightened around Azriel's throat. Breathing in his brother's scent of sweat and mist and dark cedar, he willed his own cock to stand to attention. He moved to press their foreheads together. Gazing into his brother's eyes, hazel like his own, the flecks of blue-grey sent a flash of a steely glare into his mind's eye.

That did it.

Cassian closed his eyes and moaned, trying to keep the image of silver terror in his mind so that his cock could remain as hard he yearned. He loved his brother. He longed to please him. But those steely blue-grey eyes were now the only visage that could bring him to completion.

Azriel frustratedly snatched a vial from the space between nothing. Furiously, he coated his hand and rammed a finger into himself.

He clawed into his hungry entrance until he could push another finger in, and then another. Head rolled back and thighs trembling, he lined his entrance up against his brother's broad head, slick with precome. Pulling out his fingers, he stroked them down and around his brother's heavy cock, smearing more oil along the skin where they were to join. Repeated doses coated them in a sheen of viscous lubrication.

"Take me, Cass, please!" he whined, as he sank himself onto Cassian in one desperate push.

Azriel yowled as if encaptured like prey, retreating and then slamming his hips against his brother like it was their last day on Prythian. His arms were clenched around Cassian's shoulders and his limbs encased him entirely. His legs imprisoned his waist and his wings blocked out the stars.

"Cassian, please! Make the hurting stop."

Cassian did what he could. Clutching Azriel's hips, he braced his feet on the sides of the lounge and drove up hard and strong. He could do this. He pumped and pumped his hips, doing the best he could to prove that he could fuck like there was fire in his blood as well, just like the Fireling prince whose mate was aching for the fire he refused to accept.

Through his foggy focus, the pain on his brother's face and his quivering stance convinced him to at least try to relent, to gentle his force, but Azriel gripped his shoulders tighter and impaled himself harder on his cock.

"Don't. Please don't," Azriel whined. His head fell into Cassian's neck, gulping down air as his breath caught. He pressed his face against the column of Cassian's neck, crushing their skin together, violently, wanting to crawl into his pulse. Once he realised that his heartbeat refused to cease blasting into his ears, he reared back, anchoring his hands on Cassian's thighs and planting his feet by his hips. Whatever his brother thought, he was eager for violation.

Cassian's pace became a blur. Tanned hips centred by his lover pumped brutally on top of his throbbing cock. He braced his feet beside his hips as he pounded violently into his darling, wearing away the chafing that had threatened to ruin his week, his month. He was finally where he belonged, and he basked in the rightness of his brother. He would not let something as light as his insecurity ruin this moment for them. He had the reputation of a generous lover, and he would die before his brother could prove him wrong.

Cassian's vision blanked. He'd never seen Azriel let loose with anybody but him. The Monster that was pounding onto him was a precious facet of his brother that only he could survive. That's right. It was kinder not to be kind.

The General kept his hands firm around his brother's hips, knowing that he needed the contact. Needed the strength. Guiding their bodies into a punishing rhythm, he sank again and again, deep into his brother's hungry heat, as Azriel slammed interminably against his flesh. Azriel let his head fall back and emitted a litany of wordless moans and gasped out fucks into the sky.

Cassian beat his wings as he sat up, catching his teeth on Azriel's chest. In a tangle of arms and legs and wings, he wrestled them over so that Azriel lay splayed on the lounge before him, gazing up at him with desperate eyes. Cassian pushed his brother's legs open wide, knees bracketing his broad torso, and surged deeper into him, the new angle allowing for him to sink in all the way to his hilt. The cry in his throat was going to suffocate him. He ground his brother hard and mean against the sun lounge, pressing deeper, trying to merge their bodies into one.

He had hoped that there might be a chance between himself and his fated mate, but for Azriel and his mated...

There was too much history between their families. Drive threatening to lose it's buildup, his heart broke for the loneliness that Azriel was fated to endure. How could that bond possibly exist when their courts had so much unpleasant history between them? Despite their secret alliance, the Autumn Heir would still always be Autumn. Their own personal enmity itself precluded any such coupling. No, if Azriel was to ever receive that kind of peace, he'd have to look literally anywhere else. Cassian would gladly step up to the plate, as often as was needed, enthusiastically and passionately and lovingly. His brother deserved to be loved, to be wanted, to be happy. He could be that for him. If all went well in his tumultuous courtship, he suspected that his mate could help with that, too. Mateship could be earned.

He pushed. He pushed. He pushed. Azriel came apart beneath him. He would not allow himself to feel ashamed by the trust Azriel put in him, in their brotherhood. He had battled for Azriel, more than for himself. More than for Illyria. Cassian disregarded the threat of regret, instead focusing on his gratefulness that Azriel had found some semblance of satiation. He knew that his brother didn't really find relief impaled on his own thick dick. The image of his brother's devastated face as he came consistently ruined the ecstacy he'd conceded to overtake his body whenever they coupled.

Azriel sobbed into his chest as his climax built. Futility swarmed over his body, as the realisation of his situation crashed through him again. Cassian was good. His cock was so good. But it still wasn't right. He wasn't him.

"It's gonna be ok," Cassian lied. With a pang of regret, he clutched their hips together, flooding his come into his brother's eager flesh. His body overruled his mind and forced his orgasm out of his core, spurting semen out from his dick, coating his brother's insides with his seed. He could barely stifle his sobs at how wretched he felt for his beloved brother, even as their bodies shuddered together. Azriel wailed as he, too, surrendered to his peak, spurting hot streaks of come across both of their chests.

The pitiful body Cassian cradled into his embrace was trembling with the culmination of their rough fuck, but he knew that he could not be the person who could fully satisfy his brother's desire. Everything else, as he well knew, paled in comparison to the pleasure of coming to a mate, and he could only be a poor substitute of that for Azriel.

Both of their mates were reposed in some other place in Prythian: one so, so close in Dawn's damned grand palace; one so, so far, entire courts away. They were both impossible to touch this evening, and for many evenings more. The longing and the denial blazed through them both and they lost consciousness in each other's arms, if unable to sleep with their mates then at least able to rest with some form of comfort, with somebody, anybody, who loved them.

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Eris gazed thoughtfully across the dark forest spread before the balcony of his rooms, swirling the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand. His other hand came up to grace his neck, ghosting over the phantom fingers he could still feel there. The memory of the icy voice in his ear forced his eyes closed, shutting out the midnight vista so that he could bask in the shadow of that breath.

You're mine.

He could not believe that his willful, errant brother might have a chance at happiness when he himself would be denied his own. He pictured them both fighting on the ice lake, surrounding two of Beron's other true sons, back to back. Dominating them thoroughly in Winter, just before an Illyrian sword cut short his impressive display of play-acting. How he wished for things to be different with the brother that he longed to show his love to, and with the shadowsinger...

His hand moved down to his abdomen, palming the ugly scar gifted to him by the Lord of Bloodshed. It had always be this way, between their courts. It would continue to be so if Beron was to persist. He had been collecting scars for centuries, though most of them had come from Autumn Court itself. His skin must have been feeling reminiscent tonight, dwelling on his extensive history of hurts. The boot of Beron Vanserra was the heaviest of them all.

Another sensation pulled at his consciousness. He slid his hand up to his ribs. It had smarted insistently all evening, amplified by his proximity to the one whose burning ice caused it all to throb so fervently. Familiar emotions that were not his own sparked sporadically as he fought to act as he was supposed to - to try to be the sneering, prideful Autumn Lord of Fire, no more, no less. He had barely held onto his practiced mask by a frayed thread tonight, but valiantly, he held on. If he had stayed another moment in Dawn, his facade would probably have crumbled. Even the distance he'd put between them, winnowing out of the meeting room after his father, was a pitiful and negligible attempt in quelling the soul-consuming bond.

He needed to touch him again.

Waves of emotions that were not his own hammered at his flaming shields. He had tried to shelter his beloved from his pain after all these years, but he did not think that his beloved would have the foresight to do the same. Even after he returned to Autumn and Beron discovered the insurmountable magical tie he has to quash, Eris reluctantly fell back into echoing his hateful sire.

Sparks of desire speared through his bond. Emotions that were not his own threatened to take over his cool, dark stance.

Anger, sorrow, frustration.

Lust.

He drained his glass and headed inside. Maybe it didn't always have to be this way. Maybe he could change the future. They were allies after all.

[broodybatboy]

Cassian: Nobody is perfect.

Azriel: *smiles*

Cassian: One person is perfect.

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