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My Love Will Never Die: Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Circe is reunited with her cousin, though it doesn't seem to go the way that she thought it would.

PAIRINGS: Azriel x Circe Archeron x Eris Vanserra

CONTENT WARNING: SFW, abandonment issues, toxic family.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is chapter 1, I can't wait to dive deeper into this book and share the plans I have for this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you wished to be tagged let me know in the comments.

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

Circe Archeron, Prologue

It had been months since Feyre had left. She came back for a short time only to disappear again. I kept to myself, Nesta had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t much care for me. I guess I was okay with that. But it had been a difficult time for me after Feyre left. Everything had changed, I had become quick to anger and that’s why I stayed in my room most of the time.

Nesta and Elain couldn’t even get me out of my room, unless Nesta dragged me out; which wasn’t often. They’d have servants bring food to my room, but for the most part I was nibbling on the food. Not enough to keep me looking healthy. Currently I lied in my bed, the curtains were closed and I was hugging the pillow. It was difficult sometimes to lay on my back, though I still didn’t understand why.

Someone knocked on my door, I wanted to ignore it but I couldn’t. If it were Nesta she’d get angry with me and storm in here and pull me from my bed. So I stood up, then I walked over to the door and looked to see Mrs. Laurent standing at the door. There was a pleasant smile on her face as she stared at me.

“How can I help you Mrs. Laurent?” I asked, leaning my head against the door.

“Your sister has requested that you get dressed and go to the drawing room.” Mrs. Laurent answered.

I didn’t want to fight whatever Nesta wanted me to do so I gave her a nod of my head and closed the door. I walked over to my closet and grabbed an outfit. I only wore pants and shirts whenever I’d go outside. If I was being requested to the drawing room it likely meant that someone was here which meant I had to dress nice.

I opted for a dark blue dress that had an amber coloring etched into it. I don’t know why but this was always my favorite dress to wear whenever people would come over. I had these colors on a lot of my outfits but they were always so different. The dress reached just below my knees and came with long frayed sleeves.

I wasn’t much for heels so I was allowed a pair of boats that actually matched with the dress I currently had on. Once I was dressed, I pulled my hair to the side and began to braid it until I reached the end of my dirty-blond hair. Now that I was finished I walked out of my room heading to the drawing room as requested. However when I came to a stop at the entrance I swear everything stopped.

She looked so different from what I remembered. Taller than I remember her to be, and she had pointed ears. She was a Fae now. Is that why she hadn’t come back to visit us, to visit me? I stepped forward and caught my cousin's attention.

“Feyre?” I asked, my voice shaky as well as my hands.

“Circe?” Her voice was just as shaky, she stared at me taking in the sight of what I truly look like, which wasn’t great. I didn’t care at the moment, I walked over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. I didn’t want to let her go now that she was here. Nesta pulled me back from Feyre, though my cousins didn’t miss the way I pulled my arm away from Nesta’s touch. I was sure Feyre would ask me about it when it was just the two of us.

So much had changed since she left again, I needed to know what had happened to her. Why was she even here? Was she coming back home to stay with us? Had that Fae finally decided to let her come back home to us? So many questions I wanted to ask her, but instead I sat down next to Elain. Waiting for someone to talk, hopefully it would be Feyre and she’d answer everything.

“Where is Father?” It was the first thing she said since we’d all sat down. I wasn’t the least bit surprised she wanted to know of his absences.

“In Neva,” Nesta answered. He’d been gone for a while now and I honestly wasn’t sure when he’d returned. Not that I really cared anyway. “Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you’ve come back to warn us about.”

At this I glanced over at Nesta, why hadn’t she told me about this? I had just as much a right to know as Elain did. I couldn’t shake the hurt I was feeling as I stared at my eldest cousin. I wanted to leave this room now. If Nesta thought I didn’t need to know than maybe it was best I leave to let them talk. That feeling I’d been trying to avoid for so long came back and I felt myself fighting to hold back whatever tears wanted to fall down my face.

I hated being treated like the black sheep of the family now that Feyre wasn’t here. Though I suppose it had always been that way considering my parents didn’t love me enough to raise me themselves. Instead they sent me to live with my aunt and uncle and look where it got me. Alone.

“Whatever the reason, Feyre, we are happy to see you. Alive. We thought you were—” A glimmer of panic ran through my body. Feyre pulled back her hood. I wasn’t so much afraid of the fact that she was now Fae. It was the fact that it meant she’d actually died.

“I was dead.” Feyre said roughly. “I was dead, and then I was reborn—remade.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, I needed to know. Was she alone, or were there others with her.

“That’s a story for another day, Circe. I need you to listen.” I listened to her as she explained what was happening. The panic I felt in my body was speeding through it. Suddenly I felt the need to go outside and climb into a tree. I couldn’t do this anymore.

“Excuse me.” I whispered, standing up I shifted my shoulders and walked out of the room.

“Circe.” Feyre called out.

“Let her go, this is too much for her and the exact reason I didn’t want her in here in the first place. She’s fragile right now.” Nesta said sternly.

Fragile. Of course I was fragile. I had lost the one person who meant more to me than the others. Feyre was the only one who truly understood where I was coming from when I tried to express myself. Nesta didn’t understand my need to be out in the wilderness when I wasn’t in my room. It was my safe place, my escape. It allowed me to feel close to things I didn’t understand.

When I made it outside I walked past the front door and towards the woods. Finding my favorite tree I began to climb it. I climbed and climbed until I was finally a far enough distance from the ground I could have peace and quiet. I could finally think. But it didn’t last long. Not when I heard the rustling of tree leaves.

“What do you want?” I asked, thinking it was Feyre. But when I looked up I came face to face with hazel eyes, and shadows. I knew all too well why they looked so familiar. I stood up and walked towards the Fae that was staring at me, not speaking. “I’m Circe.” I said, holding my hand out to him.

He was just staring at me, I didn’t seem to find it weird. It felt comforting to have his gaze on me. I didn’t know where to take the conversation though. And it was clear that he wasn’t comfortable shaking my hand so I dropped it back at my side. I felt something touch my back, and suddenly panic rose in my body again. It was cool to the touch as it moved around my body. And I realized that it was shadows.

A smile fell onto my lips, then there were more surrounding me. Some tickled my skin. I couldn’t stop the laugh that left my lips as they continued to glide around my skin. I did notice that the Fae in front of me was stiff as a board. I also noticed that the shadows stayed away from my back. I held my hand out again and one of the shadows swarmed around my fingers.

“You’re not afraid of them?” His voice was so soft and rough at the same time as he finally spoke to me. I placed my eyes on him, a curious look falling onto my face.

“Why would I be? They’re so beautiful.” It was clear that each word that left my lips was more of a shock to him than it was to me. Another shadow wrapped around my arm, tickling me in the process. It caused another laugh from me. But then I couldn’t stop laughing. Happiness. It was the only thing I felt in my entire being as this Fae stood in front of me with shadows swarming my body.

“Not everyone is like you.” He whispered. At this I lowered my hand and stared at him.

“You’re right, they’re not. But I assure you that they don’t scare me.”

“That’s a first.” Another voice called out. I pulled my eyes away to look down, seeing two other males not far from us. I took the opportunity to walk away from the Fae with shadows and climbed back down the tree.

“You should be careful.” I looked up at him, a shadow still swarming around my body.

“I’ll be fine.” I jumped down, landing on my feet. Then I held my hand out to the two as the other joined. “Circe. Feyre’s cousin.” I said, shining my brightest smile.

“Cassian.” The one with shoulder length hair said, shaking my hand.

“Rhysand.” The other said, I shook his hand. Then he looked over at the one I’d been talking to. “This is Azriel.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I looked at Azriel, and then Cassian. They both had the same set of wings. They were beautiful, and suddenly I wanted to know everything about their wings. I shifted my shoulders slightly at the weight on my back, the invisible weight. Then I moved towards them inspecting their wings.

“These are Illyrian wings.” Rhysand said. His violet eyes were on me, like he was studying me. Though Cassian and Azriel were doing the same thing as well. That sounded familiar, so familiar. I remember my mother and father had talked about the fae alot, Ilyrian’s in particular.

“I’ve heard of them.” I said, staring back at Rhysand. I could see the confusion on all their faces as the three stared at me. “My parents used to talk about the fae before they abandoned me. More specifically they talked about Illyrians, I never understood why they’d talked about them so much, we were humans after all.”

“What were your parents' names?”

“Lily and Beau Archeron.” I hadn’t shared their names in so long that it hurt to say them outloud for the first time. I watched the three exchange glances with each other. “Do you know those names?”

“Just from what Feyre has told us.”

“Oh.” I nodded my head. Then I shifted my shoulders and started to walk back towards the house. They were following behind me. The door opened and I looked to see Feyre standing at the front door.

“I see you’ve meant my cousin.” She wasn’t speaking to me. It also seemed that she had an annoyed look on her face. So I lowered my head, trying to ignore the heartbreak I was feeling on the inside.

“I’ll see you inside Feyre.” I excused myself, lifting my arms up to cover my body. Then I moved past her and walked into the house heading for my room until dinner was ready. Not that they’d want me there anyway. Once I was in my room I closed the door and slid down it. I adjusted my shoulders again, then rested my head back against the door. This was going to be a long night, I knew it.

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🧡Broken Love🩵 🐚@coralseacourt🐚

✨Summery:✨ The youngest Acheron Sister gets rejected for Elain.

Love is sweet but revenge is sweeter. After a broken heart comes a broken court part three of broken love.

✨Warnings:✨ naughty scene

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Part 3:

I m a traitor.

A liar.

The evil Personified.

At least that’s what they want to believe.

That the innocent girl I was, had turned on them without good reason.

They would never understand that revenge led me.

Revenge for all those hours I had spent alone locked up in their prison tower.

It had been a golden cage.

A prison I would never return to again.

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The doors opened and a cruel smile played around my lips.

With Eris right by my side I entered the High lords meeting Room.

Every pair of eyes found us in an instance.

Gasps and shocked faces all around us.

One Face particularly shocked. Azriel.

Just for a second my eyes swiped over his beautiful but furious face.

The newly crowned High Lord next to me chuckled and laid his hand on my bare back.

The game was on. And I was ready to play.

“Violet?” Of course feyre was the first to speak.

But I didn’t gave her any indication that I had heard her.

The growling from the other night court members was harder to ignore.

“ Tztz would you please not growl at my pet. She has claws and I rather don’t want her to use them.” I smiled dangerously at Eris.

“ I thought you promised me that I could play.” I said with a sensual tone. “I haven’t played in so long.” I glanced at Rhysand who looked like he could throw up at any given moment . My eyebrow raised I walked closer to the table where everyone sat.

My mental walls pulled up and tightened.

“Soon my sweetness. Nightmares are not made overnight.”

Eris strolled to the only free chair left and sat down like a king ready to conquer.

I narrowed my eyes and let my fingers drive over the top of the marble table.

Long fingernails clacking on the cold stone.

“I like to play. Don’t you High Lord of the Night?” I smiled cruelly at him.

His mask slipping away for just a second.

But I saw. I saw straight through him.

Then the moment was over, he straightened up and narrowed his eyes.

Ah there he is.

Rhysand.

The most powerful High lord of prythian.

“Violet. I see you.” He paused for a second pulling invisible dust from his jacket.

His pause seemed intentional and I had to think back to the words that had started it all.

Do you want to be seen?

“are in great company. And I thought you finally had the guts to go and be on your own. Seems you only changed sides.”

His face changing to a cruel mask of authority.

I tilted my head to the side looking at him like a predator analyzing its prey.

“I like being in his company and being his pet. It gives me satisfaction to know he can do whatever he wants with me.”

I smiled devilish and let one of my hands glide up my throat over my chin.

Playing with my lips and licking one of my fingers.

The growl that came from behind Rhys let me look up.

Azriel. His hand on his knife, teeth fletched and his black eyes staring me down.

”What has become of you? Look at you being the whore of autumn scum.”

I laughed out loud not bothered by his hateful words.

I put a innocent face up before saying.

“Oh but Azriel. I have only become what you have made me.” All night court eyes turned to the Shadowsinger surprised.

“Az? What does she mean with that?” Feyre, her eyes had teared up and my face softened for just a second before putting my mask back on.

“I don’t know what she is talking about.”

I giggled.

“Of course you don’t honey. But it doesn’t matter either way.”

I turned around and walked to the waiting hand of the only man that knew the rules of our new game.

“Now that we have this issue cleared, I want to announce our marriage.” The Autumn High Lord took my hand and kissed it gently.

Feyre gasped.

“No, you can’t do this. Rhys do something.”

But the Lord of Night only stared.

“Rhys, please she is my sister. He can’t marry her. What about Azriel’s Connection .” “Feyre stop talking.”

I stiffened.

First because of the mention of any kind of connection with the Shadowsinger.

But then because this asshole had dared to quiet my sister down.

Now I was angry.

And angry me did not hold back anymore.

With only a wink of my power, that no one had ever known about I called my shadows and let them rise behind me like a black wall that would withstand anything and anyone.

Eris was chuckling next to me while I stared at the shocked faces of all high lords and their companions.

My teeth fletched and my eyes glowing green with power.

“ If you ever dare to talk to my sister like that again you will regret it.” Everyone tensed at the words of my threat only Eris stayed calm.

“Wonderful now you angered my little nightmare. “

He pulled me into his lap and put a hand on my neck squeezing it softly before pulling my hair to the side to kiss my throat. Calming me down I realized.

My shadows disappeared in an instance.

“She is a Shadowsinger.” Helion leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I m right here you don’t need to talk over my head I can and will talk for myself.” He only raised his eyebrows in response.

“You haven’t been like this before, what changed? Please tell me violet. We can fix this. I know we can. “

Feyre was now pleading with me and deep inside my heart broke but I had to do my part, had to play this character.

“There is nothing to be fixed. I m exactly who I want to be.” Was all I said and the attention finally was turned to the official meeting points.

But I could feel his eyes on me, could feel something else too. I scrunched my forehead in confusion.

Why could I feel jealousy.

Hot headed blatantly obvious jealousy.

The problem was that it wasn’t my feelings.

I looked up Azriel’s eyes gleaming at me.

And that’s when I could see what I clearly felt. Jealousy.

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It had been hours for the high lords to finish. We were the first to leave for the room we would spend the night in to continue the meeting on the next day.

A fire was burning when we entered. Cozy.

“Violet come here. “ I turned around to look at the male with the softest red hair.

I walked slowly towards him until we almost touched. His hands cupping my cheeks.

“Are you alright?” I blinked a couple times before catching myself.

Eris was a great High Lord but concern was not his strength.

So, for him to try to be gentle was new.

I pulled away.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? This is what we’ve been working towards. Remember?”

He straightened up and back was my sensual Companion.

“I have to say , i was surprised how good you handled yourself.”

I only raised my eyebrow before strolling back towards him letting my hands slide softly down his chest pulling his dressshirt up to have better access to him.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back.

A moan escaping his full lips while I was letting my fingers glide over his hot skin, down to his leather belt wich I opened with swift fingers.

“You are a naughty little vixen.”

“I know, but would you want me any other way?”

He chuckled before laying his hands on my shoulders and slowly pulling my dress down making it pool around my legs.

I was now completely bared in front of him.

“You really are as beautiful and cruel like one of my darkest nightmares.”

With strong arms he suddenly lifted me up and pressed me against the wall. My head falling back while his tongue circled around my peaked nipple.

Nipping, biting, licking.

“I need to be inside of you like you are inside of me every second, every moment of the day.”

And with that he pulled his pants down and started to slip into me first slowly until he was completely hidden inside of me, then hard and fast until the world erupted around us.

Stars filling my vision and moans leaving my lips.

And while i experienced complete Bliss the Shadowsinger next door was drowned in darkness having to listen to us.

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Please read all warnings on fics - some fics contain heavy emotional topics and explicit descriptions. All fics will be appropriately tagged at the time of posting. Please read them carefully before diving in. Your mental health matters.

Azriel

🔥 Winner Takes All - After returning from a girls retreat weekend at the cabin, Nesta and Celeste find out the Bat Boy husbands have made a bet they are sure to lose. (Azriel x OC Celeste)

🔥Here Comes The Sun - When the Spymaster of the Night Court discovers your little crush, you end up crossing a lot of firsts off your list. (Azriel x You/Reader)

🔥💕Dinner and Dessert - As his mate's due date approaches, Az can't handle the sight of her pregnant body in a sundress without going a bit feral. (Azriel x OC Mira)

Continuing Series

Unbound - Not having a mating bond didn't stop the love Azriel and Celeste have for each other or their commitment. When an unknown magic lingering from Celeste's past causes her to lose all memories of the last century, will they be able to rebuild their life without a bond tethering them together? (Azriel x OC Celeste)

💕🙈 Part 1 - They Don't Know About Us

🙈 Part 2 - Don't Pull Away

💕Part 3 - We're Going to Solstice Dinner -- and We're Gunna Get Married

🙈🩹 Part 4 - Dancing With Your Ghost

🙈 Part 5 - As The World Caves In

🙈 Part 6 - Numb, But I Still Feel It

🙈 Part 7 - Putting on a Brave Face

🙈 Part 8 - Take Me To Church

Cassian

🔥 Kiss - Don't Tell - Cassian/Azriel - M/M - after a wild threesome months ago - Cas and Az get a little curious what things would be like without a third party involved

Eris

🔥 Make It Hurt - After a truly terrible day you come home only to be surprised by the one and only Eris Vanserra and he knows how to make it all better. (Eris x You/Reader)

💕 Stuck in the Middle with You - Eris relents to participate in a throuples Halloween costume contest at your insistence. (Halloween modern AU) (Eris Week 2024 - AU day) (Azris/Reader)

Continuing Series

The Bird and The Badger - a series of interconnect one shots told in non-linear order detailing the life of Eris x OC (Bryn) --- eventual Azris x OC (Parts will be listed here in chronological order)

💕A Matter of Trust - Eris needs to find someone he can trust to help with part of his secretive plan against Beron.

🙈Keeping Up Appearances - Eris and Bryn travel to Night Court to enact the bargain with Rhys.

Azris

💕A Pocketful of -- Ragweed? - (Short little drabble for Azris week) Eris might be snide and snarky with his words, but he sure knows how to surprise his mate with his actions.

🙈 May Her Memory Be a Blessing - no summary. please read the authors notes. this will hurt. emotional damage.

💕 When You Wish Upon a Star - just a little slice of life and domesticity for dad!Az and dad!Eris.

💕Boop or Treat - modern AU halloween fic with dad!Az and dad!Eris

Elucien

💕 Scrabble Drabble - Family game night after weekly dinners tended to get a little contentious. It wasn’t unusual for someone to quit midway through or to accuse another of cheating. It was no different now that Lucien had joined in the weekly tradition with his mate, Elain.

💕Icing Is The Spice Of Life - Elain may have slightly over-commited her famous holiday cookies to friends and family. But her mate Lucien comes to the rescue. Cuteness abounds.

Headcanons

💕 In which the fae of Prythian discover bubble gum - (Feysand, Nessian, Elucien, Azris, Mor)

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(Collaborations with Chaos)

🔥 Gold Star for You - silly NSFW smut headcanons of everyone and reader - Reader introduces gold star reward system in the bedroom.

💕 With This Ring - Headcanons about Eris Vanserra and his affinity for jewelry - especially after a certain Shadowsinger enters his life.

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[achaotichuman]

Here is the seventh chapter of my next generation ACOTAR fanfiction A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning: ACT 1- The Witch (Link at bottom of the post)

Protagonists:

Dahlia Fairburn, General and Heir of Spring

Aisling Sapphirus, Healer of the Hewn City

Nyx Archeron, Son of the Witch

Relationships:

Dahlia Fairburn x Aisling Sapphirus

Nyx Archeron x Tamlin Fairburn

Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Nuan x Lucien Vanserra

Original Azris Child(ren) x Tarquin

Summary

Life is peaceful for Dahlia Fairburn, running with her War Band, and commanding the Spring Court armies. Since the day she could wield a sword, she’s been helping her father, along with her younger brother, to restore Spring to its former glory. Trying to ignore the festering magic in her body, that threatens to consume her.

One day, all that peace is threatened to be shaken, as a certain prince of Night asks for her to join the rebellion of the Hewn City and Illyria. From beneath the great mountains, an ancient song calls for her. She meets a woman with death in her eyes, and power in her veins, who makes Dahlia’s blood boil while something clicks into place between them.

This new generation of Prythian was thought to be one of peace and prosperity. But the mask of the reigning High Lords begin to crumble, as secrets older than Prythian itself are uncovered, and darkness is unleashed.

An ACOTAR next generation fanfiction

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Chapter Three

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CW: None

Rheana stood in her parents' shared room in the townhouse, it had been a few weeks since their death. She was in a black dress she'd worn to the Court of Nightmares, for her family's funeral. She decided to take a seat on her parent's bed. A room that was joined to 3 other rooms, the rooms of all their children.

She was looking through her parents' things, deciding on what to do with their things while Rhysand, now High Lord was still with Keir, their uncle. She started looking through her mother's jewellery box and her eyes caught a band, one her father had set down after the death of their mother, saying it was painful to wear it. His mating ceremony band, she recognised it instantly, picking it up. It hummed with power in her hand, glowing bright like starlight.

"Why hello..." She whispered softly to the power in the ring. She tried to put it on her finger, but it didn't fit on her finger, her brow furrowed as she tried again to put the ring on another finger. Her brow furrowed in confusion when the ring wouldn't fit on her fingers, no matter which finger she tried to put her father's mating band on, it would hum with power and refuse to fit.

"Dad told me his ring is magic." A voice filled her mind. Rhysand. "He used to say it would only fit his finger. He would have wanted you to have it, he spelled it would fit his daughters' mate, or just someone who he thought would deserve them."

Hearing those words she decided to search in her mother's jewellery box and found a chain, she looped the ring in it and clasped the chain behind her neck.

She then felt it, a soft humming of power from behind her, she turned around just in time to see Rhysand winnow in, he was wearing a simple tunic, faded dark circles under his violet eyes, just like her's. "Rhys..." She stepped forward and they held each other.

Rheana gasped, feeling Rhysand vibrate with the new powers of being High Lord. As if every cell in his body was vibrating faster than ever before. Rhysand chuckled at her gasp, "Yeah I feel it too, all the time now. It's like all the cells in my body are vibrating with some new power."

Rhysand sighed, feeling their blood pumping hard, he could feel a new power in her sister too, something different from what he had.

"Rhys? What do you think will happen now?" She whispered, holding onto him, the ring on her neck, resting right in the middle of her collarbone, humming with the power.

"I don't know, Rhe. But we'll get through it." Rhysand whispered, pulling away. "I swear, you and I, we will survive this. Together."

Both their eyes were tired, tired of everything. Everything had ended in the first 80 years of their lives. Rheana looked into his eyes as she sighed. "Deal?" She asked, "We will never let each other hurt alone. I'll always be there for you."

"I'll always be there for you, too." Rhysand lifted their joint right hands up, locking their little fingers together. "Deal."

The two looked at ther fingers, at their new tattoo, their bargain, something their father had told was too important to take casually. But they made one now, they promised something important.

They looked at the words tattoed on the side of their little finger in an ancient fae language, surrounded by stars.

Rheana chuckled, pulling her hand away to read the word, "Always." She read with a smile.

"Forever," Rhysand instantly said the word on his tattoo.

"Always and Forever?" Rheana asked softly, taking a seat on the bed.

"I suppose that sounds better than "Forever and Always"." Rhysand sighed, taking a seat next to her.

The two give each other soft smiles as they keep nudging each other with their shoulders until one of them shoves the other off the giant bed. In this case, it was Rheana on the floor with an 'ooff'. Rhysand started to laugh, Rheana smiled at the sound, using her legs to make him fall on the bed on his face.

"Ha! Eat dirt!" Rheana exclaimed, getting up and now laughing at him groaning while getting up.

Silence falls again, but now it's slightly more comfortable, the air isn't as tight.

"So... Do you want help me go through our things." She waved around their parents' room.

Rhysand shook his head, "Not now, maybe tomorrow." He frowned a little, "Or never."

Rheana gave a soft sigh, "Alright, maybe we could..." She looked at the perfume cabinet that was in the room near the grand doors, which held every scent their family had owned. She walked over to the cabinet and Rhysand followed after her.

Rheana pulled out the scents they knew were their fallen family's favourite. Rhysand smiled, lying down on the giant bed in the room, having grabbed his father's favourite fragrance. He sprayed it beside him.

Their sensitive noses caught the scent instantly. It smelled like their mother. Of course, it was their father's favourite.

Rheana layed down next to him, sighing at the smell of their mother that now coated the air.

Soon, the air was filled with the scent of their family, Rhysand and Rheana got closer on the bed and in time, they held each other. Silent tears fell from their violet eyes, onto their tanned cheeks, they were silent, holding each other, their head into each other's shoulder till they passed out.

3 months had passed since Rhysand had returned, Rheana had been living with Rhysand in the townhouse, taking care of everything for him. She noticed how he faked a smile around everyone, herself included. The only time he would get a smile show was when he would talk of his mate.

"Feyre, her name is Feyre." He'd told her with a child-like smile while they ate at the dining table, and he looked like a happy little babe whenever he talked about her.

She had smiled and nodded at everything he told her about his mate. She just agreed to everything. Yes, his Feyre darling was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen, yes, his Feyre darling would be the most powerful High Fae since he had convinced the other High Lords to give her their powers when she had been killed...

Then, some things got upsetting, namely that Feyre was with Tamlin of all High Lords. Out of all 6 other High Lords, his mate was with the one male who they had the worst relations with.

Almost every night Rhysand would wake up screaming, throwing up on the floor beside his nightstand. Rheana would winnow behind him, holding him and rubbing his back to calm him while he threw up anything he had eaten.

The same had happened tonight, but this time, Rhysand had managed to make it to his bathroom, throwing up over the porcelain sink basin.

"Rhysie?" Rheana appeared almost instantly, rubbing his back up and down while she summoned some water for him. She calms him down and helps him sit on his bed. She holds the glass of water to his lips for him after he has washed his mouth.

She waits for him to talk, but he doesn't. "What was it this time, Rhys...?" She asks, knowing that his dear mate didn't know how to not shove everything she was feeling down the bargain, and he felt whatever she was feeling, which recently was a lot of pain and sorrow, hence Rhysand throwing up of pain.

"She. She's about to marry him in a few days. It's making her nervous." He says after finishing the water.

Now it was Rheana's time to gag and dry heave, "That asshole? She's planning to marry that?"

Rhysand chuckled at his sister's dramatic antics, "If she really wants to marry him, I won't stop her. I just want her to be happy."

She had not wanted to marry Tamlin. That much was sure when Rhysand was filled with regret and pain not his own the next day, it only increased as the evening drew near.

The two siblings had decided that Rhysand needed to get her out of there, especially as Feyre's panic went through their bargain with Rhysand. A bargain they had made Under the Mountain, was to live one week every month of her life with him, in exchange for him healing her.

Rhysand had gone to mess up the wedding by calling in their bargain, only to get her away from Spring. While Rheana was busy setting up the house that they'd be using on Feyre's stays, she was setting the pillows in Feyre's room when she heard her brother winnow in on the balcony, she inched closer and she saw them.

Rhysand in his Court of Nightmare's attire, and the female she assumed was his mate, Feyre, in the most hideous and overdone wedding dress known to faekind. She watched with a smile that kept getting bigger and bigger as the two squabbled and tried to one-up each other, Rhysand wanted a thank you for saving her while Feyre just wished to go home.

"I'm willing to accept your thanks any time, you know." Her brother had said after minutes of telling Feyre how he knew she needed help and claimed that now everyone could blame the wedding not going well on him when it happened. Rheana's new favourite memory was made as Feyre took off her shoe and flung it as hard as she could and it hit right at the back of Rhysand's head.

Rheana couldn't help the loud bark of a laugh that came from her throat, giving up her position to the two standing there glaring daggers at each other, Feyre with her other shoe in hand. "Oh cauldron boil me, that was wonderful!"

Rheana looked up to her brother now glaring at her and Feyre looked a little shocked to see her, setting her shoe down when Rheana made her way close to them after getting caught lurking.

"Hi, I'm Rheana!" She exclaimed now standing between the mates, her eyes on Feyre. She could feel a power in Feyre, not normal Fea powers, but there was something different in her after she had received just a kernel of power from all the High Lords to be brought back as High Fae. "This shithead's sister." Rhysand simply rolled his eyes.

Feyre chuckled at her wording and seemed to finally smile. "Hello, I'm Feyre." Rheana could see the female looking at her, her new Fae body carried her with a level of elegance and grace as her eyes downcast completely before tilting her head back to her head, seeing her tall frame and then met back up to her eyes.

A blush appeared on Feyre's cheeks when she saw that Rheana had caught her staring, "Well, nice to meet you..." She said rather awkwardly, "I didn't think I'd be around anyone else this week, I don't know if I could have handled a week of just Rhysand."

Rhysand glared at his sister as she laughed "Oh, I don't know how I handle it now, when I was younger I would just travel around Prythian almost every other day. I'm quite a diplomat." She winked at her.

Rhysand cleared his throat to get their attention and then he gave Rheana a pointed look, "Sister, get back. It's enough of this little chit chat."

Rheana sighed, turning to Feyre she gave a big fake frown, "Well, big brother's orders. Good bye." Feyre nodded at her as she winnowed away.

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A Court of Scales and Fire IX

Chapter 8 Character Moodboards Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

(I promise this is relevant to the story, but if anyone didn't know, snakes can taste air)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Bold = Draconic

Italics = Thoughts

Both = Mind speak

Word Count: 3.2k

A/n: This chapter is a bit shorter than usual cause it's a filler chapter, but I still like it.

I woke up to the sensation of slobber coating my face. Three of my hounds; Mascarpone, Ghost and Acorn had climbed onto my bed to wake me up. It was annoying and unsanitary, but efficient, if it wasn't for them, I would never be awake on time.

Sunlight shone inside the room when another hound; Pheonix, opened the curtains. I lifted myself from the king-sized bed, adorned with many pillows and an extra blanket draped over the edge. Not that I'd ever needed it with the 'Fire' in my veins.

I prepared myself for the day, letting my body carry me through the mundane tasks while the rest of me caught up. Despite being incredibly punctual, early mornings were not my favourite.

Once clean and dressed I took a few bites of the small breakfast set out for me. Pheonix and Acorn had left to join the others in the kennel, but the other two stayed, following me around dutifully. As well as holding out hope for me to drop something in my zombie like state.

Pulling myself together, I had Ghost get Cheddar, then left to meet Y/n in the courtyard. All traces of sleep gone, like they'd never been there.

I pushed open the doors and the first thing I saw was a lovely sight indeed. The six guards I'd assigned to Y/n had doubled. The dragon was growling menacingly at them all, or at least trying to. It wasn't nearly as scary when it was sitting on Y/n's shoulder like that.

What was truly amusing was the way Y/n desperately tried to dissuade the beast while simultaneously tamping down her own annoyance. She understood perfectly well why I had placed so many guards on her, and surprisingly, it seemed she wasn't going to attempt persuading me otherwise. But that didn't mean she was happy about it.

All the sentries stood slightly straighter as I approached. I nodded once, dismissing them and they all marched to continue their duties elsewhere. Y/n glanced questioningly at me, but did not comment.

We remained in the courtyard amongst the topiaries lining the walls, all perfect spheres. Y/n waited for me to break the silence, but I said nothing, just let her stew in her thoughts.

There were a few instances where I thought she might say something, her lips parting or hand twitching up, though she had decided better of it each time.

Mascarpone's ears turned towards the direction of the pathway to my right. The pattering of paws soon reached us, Ghost, led by Cheddar trotted to my side. I could see the question in her eyes, she wanted to ask so badly what their names are. She knew Cheddar, and she knew one was named Mascarpone, but to find out what she wanted, she'd have to speak to me, and it seemed that was off the table.

Still no words came from my mouth, just a vague hand gesture to follow me while I made my way into the woods. We walked further and further in until eventually we reached the abandoned campsite.

No words had been exchanged between us since yesterday, I could tell the quiet was getting to her. I pulled a piece of clothing from my pocket, ripping it in two, I handed half to her.

"I interrogated the prisoner yesterday, he wouldn't talk, not about anything useful. This cloth is from the shirt he was wearing, you and your beast will go East, I will go West, we will rendezvous here in two and a half hours, if neither has found anything, we'll search North together."

Y/n's eyes scanned me, distrust shining in their depths, she was asking why I was willing to let her search alone, after I'd specifically said I'd be keeping a closer eye on her then before.

"Consider it a test of faith"

Her muscles let go of some tension, but she looked about as calm as a bird who knew that it was being hunted. Still, she said nothing, nodding tersely to my instructions, and the underlying warning. She passed the cloth up to her dragon to smell, it recoiled at the stench, then glided down to the ground.

They began their journey East, the dragon slowly increasing its size until Y/n's head was level with its branch like horns. She walked tensely, as if waiting for me to lodge a knife in her back. That was the point, let her mind do all the torture for me, let her think up all the bad things that could happen. She would drive herself up the wall with paranoia and I wouldn't have to lift a finger.

I thought it would give me satisfaction, knowing she won't try anything, but something inside me cracked. She was scared not just of me, but specifically what I could do to her, what she believed I would do if provoked.

It was in that moment I regretted my order, the silence I had forced her to endure, but it had been said and done, I couldn't change that now.

I turned my back on her, calling to my dogs. They ran up to me without hesitation, the only beings who didn't fear me and never would. It was both comforting and made me feel more alone than ever.

Y/n's Pov

I knew I deserved Eris's mistrust and caution. It's why I didn't say anything about the guards or the silent treatment, but this? This sudden show of boundless faith was worse. I knew Eris had been forced to acclimate to the court life; the tricks, the power struggle, the lying through your teeth with a smile on your face, but most importantly, the schemes.

That's what this felt like. A scheme. He wasn't going to be in that clearing at the agreed time, or maybe he would, with deadly back up. Maybe he wasn't searching at all, but planning an ambush. Perhaps he'd gotten the help of Azriel, Eris by no means liked the shadowsinger, but he probably hates me more. I always got the feeling Azriel disliked me, I wouldn't put it past him to plan an ambush or assassination. I'd like to think that Cassian would object, but then again, Azriel didn't need his permission nor his approval.

Hey, nothing bad is going to happen, not while I'm here. I won't let it. Everest brushed against my side reassuringly. Her eyes shone with determination and care. Through all my life, Ev had been my rock. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, and there are very few lines I wouldn't cross to protect him. But we had a complicated history, we'd resolved it, but that didn't make it go away. Besides, Ethari was growing up now, he had delved into his studies, and I am so proud of him and everything he's achieved, but it also feels like he's slipping away.

A wave of guilt and sadness washed over me. I was already on day eleven, Ethari was expecting me back in at most ten days, one of which would be used for travel. So I pretty much have nine days to find these guys before I make Ethari worry needlessly, and with how things are going, it's gonna take more than that.

I tried, I really tried to believe Everest's words, but I was losing hope, something about this mission gave me a bad feeling, like it wouldn't end well. The sensation made me sick to my stomach, I'd never wanted to run, run far away from everything as much as I did now.

Everest's tail wrapped gently around my leg, pulling me from my spiralling thoughts.

Why don't you release NightShade, they'll track from the ground and we'll try our luck in the air. I considered her offer and I'd been about to decline, but she interrupted before I could even begin. Come on, you need it, it'll get you out of your head.

She was right, of course. It would bring me out of my self-inflicted torture. I loved flying as much as Everest did. Something about the thin air got my blood pumping, the adrenaline rush a welcome relief. It was so freeing, so exhilarating, so perfect. Like nothing could touch you.

Ok, you're right. I knelt down, the tingling sensation of tattoos coming to life glided up my spine down my arms. They sprawled out in front of us, I handed them the cloth, letting them taste it. I tied a small strip around their heads, in the corner of my eye, I could see Everest growing till her head was towering well over mine.

I mounted her, and with one powerful pump of her wings, we were airborne, soaring over treetops. The ocean of yellows to reds was beautiful and comforting, reminding me of cosy nights with hot chocolate.

Everest dutifully scanned the treetops for any abnormalities, letting me enjoy the flight. After about ten minutes I started paying attention to the landscape, concentrating on any magic fields or signatures left by the Penitent opals.

We searched tirelessly with no luck, and returned to the ground near the meeting point when there was just over five minutes before Eris was supposed to show up. We sat down in the clearing; piles of leaves surrounded us like thick carpets. NightShade were making their way back while we waited.

We heard the crunching of footsteps over rotting fauna, my body tensed but I didn't move from my position against the tree, trying to keep a facade of indifference. I knew it was Eris and his hounds, the tell-tale sound of sniffing a dead giveaway.

Eris emerged from the trees looking peeved, his three hounds following with their ears down and their tails low.

"Any luck?" I ask casually, but there was the smallest hint of caution that I hoped he didn't hear. He abdicated to ignore my question, instead choosing to walk North with nothing but a terse 'Let's go' said in my general direction.

I followed without word; it did not seem like the time to push him.

---Time skip---

We had spent three hours scouring North and still came up empty handed. We had switched directions, Eris searching East while Ev and I searched West for another three hours. We combed through all four borders, asked around searched high and low for any scrap we could find, but it had all proven to be a fruitless endeavour.

There were only so many hours in a day, and our strength had waned long ago. My body ached and Everests eyes drooped, even the dogs panted, trying to cool down on the damp earth. Somehow Eris was not affected by any of this, he seemed to be fuming, no fatigue in sight.

Eris's breathing grew deeper until finally he snapped. Fire burst out from all around him, the flames licking the ground, singing the leaves and all left over evidence from the campsite, not that it was much help anyway.

I was surprised when the hounds didn't flinch, they must be used to it. Eris stood in the middle of the scorch marks he'd created, his shoulders rising and falling with every inhale, like that in itself, was a mission.

"Feel better?" I asked, genuinely curious.

His breathing slowed, once he'd calmed down, he walked over to a tree and sat down with a sigh mirroring what I'd done. He brought his knees up, resting his arms atop them and hung his head in defeat.

"I don't understand. They couldn't've just up and left, certainly not without leaving some kind of trace." There was no anger, just hollow numbness.

"We'll find them"

"How can you be so sure?" Eris lifted his head, finally meeting my eyes with his warm amber ones.

"Because no one goes through this much trouble for contraband that they plan to do nothing with. They're laying low now cause they know we're onto them, but they have to resurface at some point, and when they do, we'll be ready"

He nodded solemnly, lowering his head once again.

---Eris's Pov---

I hated optimists. Their bullshit view of 'always looking on the bright side' just left you open for bigger disappointment. But her reasoning wasn't false hope, it was logic. Y/n was right, they'd have to surface at some point.

"Perhaps, but how many people are going to get hurt while we sit around and find out."

"None. No one is going to get hurt because of that cause that is not what we're doing. We have tried our best to find them yesterday, today, and we'll do it all again tomorrow. If someone gets hurt, it's not our fault, it's the aggressor. You can't save everyone, it's impossible, you're setting yourself up for failure if you try. The best we can do, the best anyone can do, is mitigate the damage"

Once again, she was right, it was a hard reality to swallow, but that didn't make it any less true. No matter how strong and capable someone is, how hard they try, no one can save everyone.

I had no comeback, so we just stewed there in the quiet, but the tension between us seemed to have lifted. I was grateful for that. We sat on opposite sides of the clearing, the sun slowly drifting down he sky, casting light shadows over us.

The dragon lay in the little bit of sun left; wings spread out on either side. Cheddar approached confidently, without a second thought she flopped onto her side, back against the beast's neck. It opened one eye, glancing at her.

I held my breath, my pulse quickening in worry, but nothing happened. It just closed its eyes again and Cheddar snuggled in closer for warmth.

It wasn't cold for me, but I could see the goose bumps on Y/n's skin rise. She was looking at the two hounds in front of us like I was mere moments ago, a shiver ran down her spine, but her gaze remained fixed on them.

It was then that Ghost and Mascarpone got up, I thought they were going to join Cheddar, but instead they trotted over to Y/n. She smiled brightly at them, scratching them behind the ears. They licked her hands, and their tails beat the ground.

"Hello lovelies" She cooed.

Y/n played with them quietly while the other two snoozed. Her eyes lifted to mine, and genuine joy shined in them. My heart stopped when her gaze softened. She looked truly ethereal in this light, like she belonged here, I wanted nothing more than for her to never leave.

But she would. We would find these fae, and she would leave. I would be alone. Again.

"What are their names?" I smiled down at the grass when she finally asked that question.

I gestured to each one as I introduced them. "You've already met Cheddar, she's the oldest, my first smoke hound. The albino is Ghost and that's his partner, Mascarpone." Her lips turned up at that. Cauldrons her smile is beautiful.

"I wasn't aware smoke hounds could be albino."

"Every living thing can have the albino gene, even plants, it's just rarer in some beings than others"

"I'm going to assume that with smoke hounds already being so rare, an albino is almost unheard of." I nodded in response.

"So how does one come across an albino smoke hound? I suppose it's not hard for you, as long as one is born you could offer an insane amount of money." Again, I nodded. She wasn't wrong.

"True, but it wasn't me who bought Ghost, it was my mother. She got him as a parting gift for me when she went to live with Helion in day. I'd been fascinated with genetic abnormalities when I was younger, the albino gene being one of my favourites."

There was no explanation I could come up with as to why I'd just told her that, and even less of an idea as to why I didn't regret it.

"What about the dragon?" She blinked at me.

"What?"

"Surely the dragon has a name as well?"

"I- Yes, she does, her name's Everest. I'm surprised you asked, I thought you'd just call her 'Lizard' the entire time"

I shrugged. Technically I'd only asked to change the subject, but I had been genuinely curious.

"Is there a reason or meaning behind the name?"

She turned her head right, looking to where her home would be with a reverent expression, like she was remembering a fond memory.

"There is. I found her over three centuries ago in the forest I live in. Everything there is huge there, the bugs, the trees, the animals, I stumbled upon her when she was wounded. She had shrunk herself down to go unnoticed, but her smallness made her stand out to me more."

"I'd brought her home with the intent of healing her and then letting her go, you know, catch and release situation. She was pretty banged up and I needed to call her something for the eleven plus days she'd be there. We live in an evergreen forest and her scales matched, so I called her Everest. If I had known that she would bond with me and that her scales could change colour I would have put more thought into the name, but I didn't, and Everest just kinda stuck so we kept it."

"What do you mean 'bond' you?"

"There's an ancient practice between fae and dragons, it's kind of like the mate bond, except that the dragon chooses, and you automatically learn Draconic, a language only dragons and their bonded can understand"

"Are there more dragons?" I was unsure why, but I'd never considered the possibility of there being more dragons.

"Well, I've never met any, but Everest is younger than me, and she had to have come from somewhere. Plus, if there's one that's managed to stay hidden all these years, is it really so far-fetched to think that there could be more?"

I stopped to consider this. It was the third time tonight she'd done this, made me think about the possibilities, got me out of my head by... pulling me in deeper to a different part, one not so dark.

A full-body shiver racked through her, and I finally decided to it was time to leave. The hounds followed instinctually, she also got up and Everest joined her.

It seemed that after the short rest, Ghost and Mascarpone were ready to play again. They began jumping around chasing each other. They'd somehow even managed to get Cheddar, and the dragon involved as well.

We could have winnowed, but there was a silent agreement between us that walking would be more pleasant. I guided us on the scenic route, projecting warmth around Y/n to extend our time together.

The moon was high in the sky by the time we returned. The hounds had finally expended their energy and slept in the crevices of Everest's back between her spine and wings.

I took Y/n to the kennel where she insisted she must say goodnight to every dog. We retired to our rooms, and I couldn't help but have one of the kitchen workers bring some food to Y/n. After all, neither of us had eaten since breakfast.

Despite the late hour, morning could not come fast enough. Something had shifted between us that evening, and I couldn't wait to learn more about her. Y/n.

My little witch.

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Chapter 10 (coming soon... ish, hopefully. Exams are starting so probably gonna be a while)

Btw, that thing about plants having the potential to be albino is completely true, it's just highly unlikely and if it does happen, they usually die because they have no chlorophyll (The green pigment that is responsible for photosynthesis).

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✧HAPPY NEW YEAR✧ (Late but it’s finally here) 。 My illustration for the New Year art! (ﾉ≧▽≦)ﾉ Drawing the kimono took a whole day and cost a backpain.  Since Rui's birthday is close to New Years, I put it as well the scene where Kai give Rui a present. A green jade color tama kanzashi. Hehe, this man has a very traditional taste (=^･･^)ﾉ 。 Hope this year bring a lot reason to smile to you all!!

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Eris, Melinoe and Mercury

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And a stand alone Eris WIP

I like how the eyes ended up. Makes me wanna go back and redo the other ones lol

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Introudction Summary: Circe Archeron

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone here is the little summary for my Azriel and Eris fic. It might be a little over the place in terms of what books this series follows. Also there will be two other original characters that will appear in this. They will have their own books as well. Those other characters will be introduced at different points in time in this fanfic and their books will start at different points.

WORD COUNT: 823 (a little short but that's okay)

Circe Archeron was a beautiful, surprising gift bestowed to her parents. They had been blessed with her and even though her parents took the blessing in stride they sent her away. Circe was an interesting addition to the Archeron family of what was already created with her cousins Nesta, Elain, and Feyre. Circe’s unfortunate arrival came with a twist of fate when the Archeron’s lost their home and had to forgo a move to a smaller cabin in the woods not far off from the wall that separated them─humans─from the Fae.

As the struggles surrounded them Feyre and Circe formed a special bond, one that not even Nesta and Elain could understand. They relied more on each other than Nesta, Elain, and her Uncle. Nesta had always made it clear that she wasn’t welcomed, in a sense that didn’t involve any format of words. And Elain, well she never really spoke to Circe. But it didn’t matter because she always had Feyre by her side, until she didn’t. The cousins were thick as thieves and no one could tear them apart.

When they had moved into the cabin the Archeron girls shared one bed, one room. It was a tight fit but they made it work somehow. For some time Circe had been haunted by hazel and amber eyes, mixed with shadows, bat wings, and fire. When Feyre had been painting on their dresser she had asked if Feyre could paint the images of what she constantly saw in her dreams. If only she had known then just who and how important those mystery people would become to her.

Feyre and Circe risked their lives more and more to gather whatever food they could get their hands on. Then it struck, Circe had been out hunting with Feyre but the two had separated to see if they could find more food. Circe came up empty but Feyre had not. When the beast had come for her cousin she was sure that she’d at least get to see her but that never happened and things only changed for the worse. With the only person who understood her gone she didn’t know what to do anymore.

When they had moved into a new bigger home Circe found herself out in the woods a lot more than she would’ve liked. It became more of a home to her than the actual home. For some reason Circe never forgot where Feyre had gone, and she didn’t understand why she couldn’t forget. It was almost like whatever magic had been used wasn’t strong enough against her. Circe was determined to figure out why she was different from everyone else, why she had felt so different from the time she could walk.

She was determined to figure out not only why her parents had sent her away but what they were hiding from her. Circe knew something was hidden she could feel it everyday of every hour. So when she hadn’t been in the woods she would search whatever legends she could get her hands on. By that period of time Feyre had come home only to leave again. Circe cared to a certain extent but she had been so focused on figuring out what was wrong with her.

However one night she felt a rift when she had been searching through books she had found. Something had happened to Feyre and she could feel it. Why she could sense something like that she didn’t know, but she could feel it. After that night she had hoped to see Feyre come back and visit but she never came. Months had passed and there was no contact with Feyre. Circe now had a strained relationship with Nesta and Elain. No matter what any of them tried to do they just couldn’t talk to each other.

Circe didn’t know how to continue to talk to them, and Nesta had known now that Circe truly relied on Feyre more than she realized. They had relied on each other for so long and Circe didn’t have that support anymore. When Circe wasn’t out in the woods or studying whatever she could find, she was in her room refusing to eat with her cousins or refusing to spend time with them. Her life had taken a turn for the worse and she wasn’t sure it could get any worse but it did.

Her life seemed to change like a whirlpool when her cousin came back into her life. Only she was changed, Feyre had been Made into something Nesta, Elain, and Circe had been told to hate. But that’s not what Circe felt, not when she felt like she had finally figured out why she had been so different. They wanted her to know the truth, or at least what they had been able to find. When she discovered the truth everything made sense to her. But things were only now starting to change.

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🧡hey beautiful people 🧡

I will update part 3 of Broken Love tomorrow.

I hope everyone has a great evening and a wonderful crescent city release week.

Thank you for all the likes and comments, I really appreciate it. 🩵🧡🩵🧡🩵🧡 🐚@coralseacourt🐚

Part 1, Part 2

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thank you for all the love on Season of Shadows! i honestly thought i’d post my writing, and my blog would just be a digital portfolio that no one noticed. safe to say it was a lovely surprise and has given me more inspiration! these are my current WIPs that i can’t wait to share <3

Cassian x Reader: You and Cassian found yourselves in a rare argument. Despite being mates, there were certain touchy subjects where you both held differing views. Cassian usually kept his composure around you, mindful of not scaring his beloved mate. But on this occasion, emotions ran high and Cassian's usual restraint slipped away. After taking a break to clear his head, Cassian returns to find you in the midst of a panic attack. Determined to comfort you, he pulls out all the stops to show you just how cherished and secure you are in his arms.

Eris x OC!sister: The Vanserra family had a notorious reputation, but Eris was determined to change the narrative. After seizing power as High Lord and enacting long-awaited reforms, tragedy struck when his sister Sienna was kidnapped. Eris wasted no time calling upon his allies in the Inner Circle and his Day Court heir brother for help. As a High Lord, he was prepared to utilize every resource at his disposal to bring his beloved sister back home. In the process, he planned to remind everyone that Hell hath no fury like a Vanserra.

Season of Shadows (2) Azriel x OC: After careful planning by Ivy and reassurance from Azriel that he truly wants to accompany her, Ivy and Azriel make their way to the Spring Court. After a quick tour, she wanted to help with repairs and according to Azriel, he and his shadows were at her beck and call for whatever she needed. Ivy hadn't been expecting a warm welcome if what happened during her last visit was anything to go by. But neither expected they would cross paths with a certain beast or… High Lord.

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Born For Tragedy (Eris x OC) Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

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Complete series! { ao3 link }

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this series has many continuous warnings about mentions of abuse (domestic violence), death and killing. please be aware of them! there will also be quite a few instances of insecurity and self-hatred ^^ i do not add this warning past part 3, please don't read if any of these subjects are triggering in any sort of fashion.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18 ✵

Part 19 ✵

Part 20 ✵

*potential bonus chapters later on*

Extras:

(MC) Valda Callahan Moodboard

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My ACOTAR Writing Masterlist

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Snape: I can't let you walk off after a near-death experience!

Eris: I would let you walk off. I would even go as far as finishing you off to make it a full-death experience.