#dawncourt

[limeandorange]

ACOTAR Solar Courts be like:

🌅 Dawn Court: "Here we have tinkering, healing magic, inventions, and LGBT rights. Also? The vibes are immaculate. We rise with the sun and the queer agenda."

🌞 Day Court: "Here we have knowledge, a slutty High Lord, and pegasus. Yes, pegasus. We don’t gatekeep mythological creatures."

🌌 Night Court: "Oh, here? Yeah, we’ve got powerful High Lords, fancy wine, and... oh, right... an apartheid system and misogyny, but no one talks about that because Rhysand has Wings."

[yiiyiiwrites]

🗡️ | Relics and Ruins | 8 |

Part eight [series masterlist]

Summary: you’re a mender from the dawn court specialised in cursed or broken relics. When Azriel enters the dawn court the truth-teller is silent, it’s not till he asks for your help that realises who you are. 2980words

It’s getting hot and heavy 🤝

Warning: [18+] smut, mentions of scars, swearing.

Azriel’s shadows were in a frenzy, dark wisps exploring every expanse of her bare skin and he hadn’t even moved to take her clothes off, yet.

Her legs wrapped around his torso, fingers twisting in the back of his hair as if trying to keep him there as long as she could. Azriel tried to fill the minuscule distance between them, dining table wobbling.

Fumbling fingers caught the buckle of his holster, the truth-teller rattling by his hip as is if it too had something to say. The blue syphon his chest flared, shadows concealing the harsh glow from her eyes.

Azriel caught her hands in his, he forced himself back and removed his lips from hers. She whined in protest, shifting to the edge of the table. He wasn’t sure why he’d stopped, his mind still heavy and clouded from his need to kiss her, to claim her.

“Take it off,” her whispered breath blew his shadows away from caressing her face as if they’d fainted at the request, the command. “All of it.” Her gaze roamed down to the laces of his trousers, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

God’s, he nearly fainted at her words too.

Azriel wasn’t one to fall for someone at first sight, but for her he would fall to his knees if she’d asked. His mate.

It felt like a surge of lightning had struck through his veins, the energy launching him back into her orbit. His teeth crashed into hers, his palm cupping the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

She ripped the holster and the straps of his armour off of him, weapons clanging to the floor as she clawed at the clasps at the back of his top. Her fingers traced the ripples of muscles, but did not go anywhere near his wings.

Did she feel the same fated, golden piece of string tightening or was it just him? He felt it unraveling within, he couldn’t stop his own hunger. The way she seemed to match his breaths and move in sync with his own body. He was too greedy to stop, too engrossed in her tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth.

God’s, if he got to do one thing in his life, let it be her.

Azriel wasn’t much of a talker, but he didn’t need to be when she was slowly coaching him with her words. Voice low and controlled, coaxing his shadows to push her tunic down her shoulders. He’d never heard someone so smooth, like liquid. He did however miss her lips on his, but he nudged his nose along her collarbone, sucking the spot at the base of her throat, teeth grazing as he pulled away.

“I want this,” she said between trembling breaths, she fisted his hair and tugged him back to see his face. “Do you?” Her brows furrowed, grip tightening in his short locks as she waited.

“I want this,” he said, biting back the thought of his need to say he wanted her instead. Wanted all of her.

She let go of him, dark wisps curled around her fingertips dragging them back to the nape of his neck. Azriel lifted her from the table, securing her legs around his waist.

Azriel stumbled down the hallway, a palm keeping her up and fingers digging into her inner thigh. He wasn’t sure if she was whispering to him or his shadows. Low and sultry as if there was a need to be quiet. He swayed, elbow planting against the doorframe as he tried to keep his balance.

The large bed a welcome sight, his wing flared slamming the door shut. He dropped her to mattress, hands still clasped around his neck pulling him along with her. He wondered if it was the bond keeping them together or her need for some sort of release. Something he’d happily give her and ask why later.

Her touch slipped away from and fell to the bedsheets, nails snagging the rough cotton. Azriel didn’t get a chance to question the break, she stretched out beneath him arms laid above her head and raised her hips, gaze flicking to her trousers.

“Be a dear,” she said, gasping at the cool wisps of darkness sliding up her stomach and between the valley of her breasts. He didn’t need to be told twice, accidentally ripping the button off the waistband in his haste.

One of his hands followed his shadows, pinching her nipple as he shoved the trousers over her hips and down her smooth legs. She grabbed his other hand and guided it to the hem of her panties, his breath catching in his throat.

It’s not till his shadows tore back around his ear did he notice the puckered and raised skin marring her left shoulder, his fingers strayed from her breast and traced the rough flesh. Scars he was familiar with, she seemed to understand his hesitant touch as she too stared at his hands.

She sat up, perched on the edge of the bed guiding his touch back to her chest.

His head dipped to the spot and he kissed the sensitive, but rugged scar. She pulled the lace of his trousers, freeing his cock from his pants. Warm hand wrapping around his shaft as she dragged her palm up and down.

Azriel pulled his hand out of her panties and tapped her clothed cunt, prompting her to raise up on her knees. She rocked into his palm, humming as he tapped her again. His head clouded with lust, tongue heavy with the weight of words he couldn’t say. Not yet, he wouldn’t ruin whatever this was. For a moment it seemed she needed it as much as him.

He rested his forehead on her shoulder, her hums of approval fanning against the shell of his ear. One finger slipped into her cunt, two and Azriel was too focussed on her rhythmic breaths, the increase of pace she dragged up and down his cock.

The moment she stopped, his head lifted and he allowed her to guide him back with her. He chased her movements, elbows sinking into the mattress either side of her. She grabbed his face, nails digging into his cheek and brought his lips to hers. He winced as she grazed the cuts on his jaw, but he leant into her touch pushing the pain away.

She sucked in breath, tip brushing against her cunt. Legs trembling as he clamped one of her thighs down and pushed inside of her. Azriel groaned, sliding his cock into her wet cunt. His wings twitched, her gaze flitting to the action, their shadows looming over her face.

The locket around her neck glimmered, shadows dancing around the glass pendant trapping the spec of light. She clawed at the necklace and freed the ball of light, chest shuddering as it swam around the swarming darkness.

Azriel’s wings tucked slightly, allowing the light to pass through. The flicker of fear she’d sent down the bond he thought at first was the abrupt move of his wings but his shadows dove over his shoulders and took refuge under his wings.

A rogue wisp scolded him for scaring his mate. The blanket of darkness that comforted him, seemed to do opposite to her. His brows furrowed, eyes blurring as he traced her face and her diverted gaze.

She traced the black swirls on his chest, finger plucking the thin silver chain dangling in her face.

“Gods.” She gasped, glancing down to his dick sliding in and out. Her breasts bouncing up and down with his momentum. “Why does this feel so familiar,” she said more to herself than him, tongue swiping her lip.

In another lifetime, Azriel thought maybe there had been many before this one. Hopefully many more to come. He liked the idea of meeting his mate life after life, chasing the same curve under his palm and hum of her body reacting at his touch.

“Feels good,” he grunted, pushing away the lingering thoughts and the hissing of shadows in his ears.

“Fuck, like that,” she said placing her palms against his chest and pushing him back, setting the pace of his thrusts.

Azriel nearly came undone at her instructions, he slipped his hand through the space between her arms, fingers on the column of her neck. Her back arched, amber eyes burning into his as they fought for a desired pace.

“Not yet,” he said, thumb pressing the side her neck. He slowed down, grinding into her and smiled down at her parted lips, a nick of blood staining the side of her mouth where she’d bit down on it.

God, he’d be thinking of this encounter till his dying days. If this was his last time, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He wasn’t sure if it was the silent command of the bond or the way he knew her body, but she fell away beneath him. Her hands dropped beside her on the bed, eyes fluttering shut as she steadied her breathes. He wasn’t far off, riding the high and cumming not long after.

Azriel pulled out and fell beside her, dragging the bedsheet over his waist and tucking her in beside him. He nudged her toward him, cheek pressing into his chest and arm sliding over his torso. Her finger trailed the slash of a stab wound curving under his rib cage.

She didn’t ask nor did she react to his own touch tracing the burn scar on the back of her shoulder blade. A mutual agreement of savouring the silence. The feel of her rough skin against his, something he wanted to explore more. He wondered if she too felt the same.

Too tired and scared to say too much after doing so much. The way she fit beside him felt natural, like she was supposed to stay and sleep came easily to Azriel for once. Her touch coaxing him to into a deep slumber. His shadows diving into the curl of his wings, the hum of their movements filtering away.

Azriel woke with a jolt, the weight on his chest shifting and his shadows swarmed his vision, the blinding light spilling through the window. Her blossom scent merged with the dark wisps, a familiar spec of light stealing the darkness from under his wings.

"Shit," her hoarse voice fanned against the side of his face. Her head bounced off his wing as he tucked it in and allowed the light to spill in from the window. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, squinting down to Azriel shifting beneath her and she snatched her hand from his bare chest.

Huffing Azriel sunk back into the mattress, inky mussed hair sticking up in the wake of her fingers tugging them last night. He lazily drew patterns into her back as she sat on the edge of the bed, shiver running down her spine along with a smokey wisp.

"Do you want to wash up first or should I?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder at him. Her gaze wandered down to the bedsheets bunched up around his waist, his back resting against the headboard.

A smile tugged his lips, she shoved his shoulder trying not to mirror the curve of her own mouth. Azriel tugged her by the wrist, her knees digging into the bed. "As much as I had a fun last night, I'd rather not summon the wrath of your high lord," she said, slipping out of his grasp. Her brow raised, chest sticking out as she followed his gaze to her breasts.

"I doubt he'd mind."

She shook her head, searching the room for her scattered clothes. "That's because he's your friend," she said, flinging his shirt at his face. "I on the other hand will be scrubbing your scent off me till I have no skin left. And pray to the God's that I don't get punished." She'd disappeared from the room as soon as the last word fell from her lips.

Azriel sprung from the bed, shoving his pants on and following her through the hallway. "Punished, what do mean by..." He fell back a step as she whirled round at him, finger jabbing his chest. He couldn't think of any instance that could make her mind think that Rhys would hurt her. "You mean Eris?"

The lightning in his veins last night turned to lead, the heaviness of his thoughts staring at the tattoo on her forearm, the burn tormenting him. His gaze flitted to the puckered skin on her left shoulder that curved over her back and shoulder blade.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Says the spymaster, don't you torture for a living? If anything I should be more scared of you punishing me, is that what you do?" She prodded, but Azriel couldn't believe how things had gone so wrong so fast. "Get close, what am I to make a bargain with you too? Feel sorry for me? Because I survived under the mountain, not you and I will not explain why I will always choose Eris."

Like the way she chose to lean into Eris when they retrieved the relic from under the mountain, leaving with him to Dawn and how she ran to him in the autumn court seeking him out to heal her. Her actions always showing who she trusted. She'd never once shown him a flicker of interest before last night, but with Eris she'd chosen to go to him each time he'd appeared. He put it down to history, fifty years under the mountain would push anyone closer but it still hurt.

Always hitting him right in the gut, he stepped back as if she'd struck him. The anger rolling off her burning in her amber eyes, he could see the hesitant gaze of hers on his hands. He didn't move, allowing her space to retreat to the bathroom.

Azriel didn't hang around, throwing on his fighting leathers and strapping his weapons back on. He stepped out into the morning sun, the winter breeze sore against his face. The cold wind whipping through the two upper fangs of the mountain pushed him down the pebbled trail. He couldn't bring himself to stay in the cabin, to replay the words she'd spat at him or breathe in her scent.

Flying seemed to be his only escape, he circled the sky breaking through the surface of clouds. The blue syphons attached to his armour flared, even above the cabin he could sense Rhys's energy and his raw power. He didn't bother to wash away the remnants of last night, knew it was something that couldn’t be cleansed or banished. Mate's scents mingled and became entwined for eternity. Rhys would know as soon as he walked into the cabin, would recognise his claim on her.

His boots landed on the fresh mound of snow, tendrils of shadows murmuring around him. The whispers fell away as he straightened, a tiny spec of light tangling with the wisps, a piece of her. He swatted his hand through the haze, stalking towards the door hoping the light would retreat with her.

"I thought I told you no distractions." Rhys's voice echoed through the cabin, door shutting softly behind Azriel.

Azriel didn't bother kicking off his boots, he collapsed into the sofa and leant back staring at the cobweb dangling from the ceiling. "There are no distractions, brother," he said, releasing a trembling breath. She’d made it clear that last night was a bit of fun. It stung nonetheless for him.

"Mor took her back to Velaris," Rhys said, his talons scraped against Azriel's mental shield trying to feel around for some explanation of whatever atmosphere he'd walked into. The tension hung in the air, the mender not even able to meet anyone’s gaze much like the shadowsinger who refused to look at Rhys.

He didn't want to enter the bathroom, the thought of his mate scrubbing his scent off her skin. She couldn't have known though, he'd gone over every second of last night and not once did she lean into the bond. He'd tried tugging that strand of fate, in hopes of waking it for her but it did not snap.

"You slept with her?" Rhys asked, knowing the answer and trying to get him to talk. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked the curl out of the rug.

"Well technically she slept with me," Azriel grumbled, the more he thought of the steamy exchange, the more he thought of how she pushed for it more than him. He just couldn't understand how the mating bond hadn't snapped at the connection they'd created last night.

Rhys leant on the edge of the table, unaware of the memory clinging to Azriel’s mind where she’d sat last night. The first time he’d claimed her, lips crashing into hers.

The prickling heat spread over his chest, the thought of her thinking he would punish her. His mate. He’d tried so hard to keep his distance and all it took was her telling him that she wanted it. Not him, but the act of lust.

"You couldn't fight the urge?" Rhys smirked, violet eyes sparkling as Azriel's shadows tore towards him.

He was enjoying his torment, a bit too much. Azriel threw a cushion at him, "shut up. You had no restraint when you had your mate closer." Azriel thought he'd done quite well, up until now anyways.

“So what now?”

Azriel rose from the sofa, “nothing, she doesn’t know.” He shrugged, shadows shielding his figure from Rhys before he could read how he defeated he truly felt.

“You’re gonna have to tell her,” Rhys snapped, he blocked his path to the door. “Your scent is merged with hers, if we can smell it so can everyone else.”

Welp, sorry for this rollercoaster 😵‍💫 still lots to unfold with this story. Thanks for reading and commenting! Love hearing what you have to say on the each part.

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[cowboylament]

WIP Wednesday :) Lucien X DawnCourt!reader

He smiled, nodding towards a chair and he didn’t have to say it, I knew the offer was there. Get comfortable. I was grateful for the seat, for all of it really, the day was already drawn out and it was only part over. There would be the long night ahead and it wasn’t yet dark. Outside the birds flew toward a tree in the courtyard, resting on a sunbeam. The knife glinted on the table.

“Sorry if it’s not sharp. I tried my best but…”

He looked briefly toward the weapon, “The only consolation of not having it these years has been the thought you made good use of it. It saved your life it’s a little dull. Better than being lost because—“ 

He didn’t manage to say the last part but I knew what he meant. 

“You thought about it though…the blade.” 

“Not the knife,” He said clearing his throat, cutting into a large yellow onion. He blinked a few times. “I thought about you.” 

“Why?”

He shrugged, “A young healer in the woods alone who didn’t know who I was and then she disappears.”

“That’s all?”

His brows rose, “Uh, well no. I suppose not, no.”

“Did you ever think about coming back?” 

“No. I didn’t.” 

I nodded. Turning toward the window again.

AO3 first two parts are already out!

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

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✅—Which character/plot point/etc would be your favorite to see on screen?

I would love to see all of the different scifi and fantasy settings in my main WIP fully realized

The main cast of characters end up being transported to various locations with various themes varying from futuristic cyberpunk cities to D&D/Tolkien-esque fantasy lands; so I would love to see the juxtaposition between each of the settings.

bonus: some excerpts from my various pinterest boards below the cut

Athena Island - the "home base" if you will, where they travel from also has a university on it which is how the characters got roped into this in the first place

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Futuristic Cyberpunk City

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Elven forest kingdom

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The Faerie Realm

Nightcourt's Domain

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Dawncourt

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At one point the main character gets isekai'd into the novel she's reading and my idea for the illustrations was for them all to be "typographical" art like so

but to translate the idea of that onscreen i think i'd like that episode

(wip is turning out to be more like an anthology of short stories about the characters and this world, than a set of novels)

to be done in hand drawn animation old disney/studio ghibli style

[cassandraclare]

hi cassie!! i wasn’t on the live you had with tmisource so i’m not sure if you’ve touched on this but when can we expect a confirmation for the release date of chain of thorns?

About a month or two!

Also, the chat is saved here!

https://tmisource.com/2021/04/12/recap-of-tmi-sources-10th-anniversary-chat-with-cassandra-clare/

[atardisnameddesire]

Finished this book late Saturday night. Wow. What a whirlwind. A Court of Wings and Ruin picks up right where A Court of Mist and Fury leaves off. War is coming to Prythian and it’s up to Feyre and the Court of Dreams to rally the other courts to protect both the fae and human realms from total destruction. I loved getting to see the High Lords from all of the courts together. That was fascinating. I hope to see more of the other courts going forward especially the Day and Winter Courts! The final battle was nerve wracking and emotional. I’m excited to see where the story goes from here! I want a prequel series about Miryam and Drakon! 🌙🌞🌅❄️🍂☀️🌹⚔️🛡#acourtofwingsandruin #acourtofthornsandroses #sarahjmaas #feyrearcheron #rhysand #rhysandfeyre #nightcourt #courtofdreams #nestaandcassian #miryamanddrakon #daycourt #dawncourt #wintercourt #autumncourt #summercourt #springcourt #read #reading #books #bookstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CVLyCSyLMCF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[drusillas-tales]

- Moodboard of the Dawn Court | Acotar Series by Sarah J Maas

( The moodboard was made by me but I do not own the pictures used. They all belong to their owners and creators.)

[acourtofglass]

The Dawn Court

“The southernmost one a softer, redder palate, the Dawn Court.”

[janarunneck]

Made a speed paint ✨video and wow it really looks so easy but trust me it took me 2,5 hours (and I now watched it in 5min 😂😂😂) I think Thesan is really interesting despite or because of we know so little of him #thesan #highlordofdawn #dawncourt #sarahjmaas #acowar #acourtofwingsandruin #highfae

[princecardan]

Go ahead and be the murder club everybody thinks you guys are. Ridding Bayview High of its asshats.

[mairauders]

He was Will.

[theyoungmisfit]

As Feyre was sent that music while she was in her cell Under the Mountain and we all know now that it was the music of Velaris sent by Rhysand, but the fact that a part of Feyre knew that the one she was truly meant for was there...oh it made me so happy, I just had to share. #sarahjmaas #acourtofthornsandroses #acotar #acourtofmistandfury #acomaf #acourtofwingsandruin #acowar #acourtoffrostandstarlight #acofas #feyre #rhysand #cassian #azriel #shadowsinger #illyrian #illyrians #morrigan #tamlin #nightcourt #daycourt #dawncourt #springcourt #wintercourt #summercourt #autmncourt#prythian #nesta #elain #amren #tamlin #lucien

[willskempen]

Jem held his hand out, and for a moment they clasped hands as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. 

[cassandraclare]

hello, cassie!! my question is have you started working on chain of thorns yet? or is it still too soon? lots of love xx

I have started working on it! It’s in the outlining phase (which is substantial; the outline for COI was 60,000 words).

[macbcth]

LACHRYMOSE: songs for when you just need to let the tears flow. | listen here.

[neverbythebook]

24 May 2017. Are you a morning person or a night person? I’m very much a night person. I seem to work better then and it’s incredibly rare for me to be awake for a sunrise. Just a couple of reasons why I would be a useless citizen of the #DawnCourt. Candle is from @NovelScentsAndCo! It smells of grapes, light musk, lemon, lime, hazelnut, violet and geranium. It’s incredible. You need one. Day 24: #AmpersandMay17: Dawn TAG: #prettyinpink from @leeyanndruhreads | #pinkbooks from @glitteringlibrary, @leeyanndruhreads 💕 . . . . . . #bookworm #acotar #acourtofthornsandroses #booklover #acomaf #acourtofmistandfury #bibliophile #acourtofwingsandruin #booknerd #bookish #booksofinstagram #booknow #bookishfeatures #bookstagramfeature #bookstagram #novelscentsandco #bookishcandles