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bookbitchx · 6 months ago

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Hello hello here's a lil rant about SJMs writing of Rhys and it driving me crazy :) (CC3 spoilers, ACOTAR spoilers, minor TOG spoilers)

I agree with your post that questions whether or not SJM was being purposeful when she created the dynamics of the IC and their allies. I personally think in order to determine if SJM is doing this purposefully its important to take all her books into account (especially with the crossover in CC3 😭 And because SJM's only finished series currently is TOG, most of my comparisons will involve that series)

I suspect that the IC's emotional journeys are still very far from over. Especially Rhys and Feyre since they have been arguing off page (which is understandable given it wasnt their POVs) and SJM purposefully included Ember Quinlan defending Nesta in the bonus chapter. Now each of these characters have VERY strong personalities, but Ember in particular comparing rhys to someone who abused her is EXTREMELY important for us as readers to note for future books. And i really hope that its because SJM is finally gonna let him be held accountable for being an ass towards his mate's sister and for meddling so much in their relationship.

Rhysand in particular out of all of the IC has probably the most potential for a good redemption arc. Hes traumatized by his families deaths and UTM in canon and it would be safe to assume his childhood in Windhaven wasn't exactly pleasant. So giving us the Archeron POVs to unpack these centuries old characters is bound to get messy due to their own lack of experience, (but it makes for good fan interaction, i see you sjm).

Rhys definitely has better intentions than the Highlords before him did, but he still has some iffy behavior that stems from needing to have control over his surroundings likely due to traumatic events where he felt powerless to save those he cares for. But that doesn't excuse the fact that he has (accidentally) hurt more people while trying to keep control. He withheld life saving info from his mate bc he didnt want her to worry, he threatened and chased Nesta from the city because she shared the info he was hiding, he stole the book from Tarquin despite the fact that he likely would have helped rhys anyway, he locked his IC in Velaris to protect them (when Amren could've solo'd anyone in UTM 🤫). All of which to me sounds like could be control issues.

Now for who I think is the closest character we have to really compare to Rhys, the MC of TOG also struggled with control issues throughout the series. And her own trauma also mirrors Rhys' to an extent, especially her family life and the fact she was also stuck without fresh air while she was in Endovier. She made bad choices throughout her story, ones that affected the people she loved directly. But when her arc concluded, she was able to make healthier decisions for herself and loved ones despite that.

If SJM truly loves rhys as much as she claims, I don't think she wouldn't give him an opportunity to heal like the one she gave to Aelin. Especially after she hinted in CC3 that things are NOT always all fine and dandy in Feysand's relationship, Feyre herself said she was furious with the IC in acosf, and the two of them have yet to discuss how Rhys' actions utm affected her.

Realistically, I don't the highest hopes for Rhys' character arc unfortunately, but a girl can dream of a better ACOTAR 😂 I wanna believe that it'll be a great series when it concludes but im hesitant in putting my faith into SJM tbh 😔 Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful rest of ur day/ night and im so excited to hear your thoughts!

Heyy

I hope you're having a good day/night too!

You definitely make some good points.

I can kind of see similarities between Rhysand and Aelin, but at the same time, I don't.

Aelin, for all her faults and mistakes, had at least tried to do the right thing, no matter how misguided it was. She was selfish and reckless and ended up hurting people close to her, but she owned up to it. She was also young. She was, what like 19-20? Not an excuse, but a factor.

Rhysand, on the other hand... God, where do I even start?

It's weird because ACOTAR is so different from TOG in terms of writing, and I'm just talking about first person/third person POVs.

I honestly believe that SJM tried to make the series black and white. Tamlin Bad, Rhysand good. Eris bad, Mor good. Nesta bad, Feyre good... and accidentally ended up with a controversial mess.

I mean good for her. Publicity is publicity no matter if it's positive or negative (here we are talking about it), but yeah.

Rhysand was supposed to be this morally grey character, but she ended up making him a self praising, self-proclaimed king of feminism, most powerful High Lord with nothing to back it up.

○ He gives Feyre 'choices' only when the outcome is in his favor.

○ He claims he's all for women's freedom to choose whatever they want... yet he lets those Illyrian camps keep women as glorified slaves and praises the leaders for giving them 2 hours of training.

○ He's 'the most powerful High Lord' yet he can't control the HC, and the camp leaders barely respond to him.

○ He, Feyre, and the IC feel entitled to information that affects the whole of Prythian... for what I don't know.

○ I'm not even going to get into the acts he commits against his 'family' bc I would be here for a while.

○ He encouraged his mate to take her petty revenge on Tamlin, destroying his entire court in the process, innocent lives and homes, not to mention making Prythian more vulnerable to Hybern.

○ He got mad at Nesta for giving the mask to Bryce... isn't that what he did with the book? Except he stole it and destroyed Summer Court property while Nesta controls the mask.

You're right about his control issues, though, as was seen with Nesta every time she didn't listen to him. I can see how that would relate to the lack of control he felt UTM, but...

Did 50 years UTM getting SA affect him? Obviously. I don't disregard the trauma he went through, but I also don't turn a blind eye to the things he did UTM.

He assaulted his mate with no excuse. He could've easily left her in that cell instead of making her wear a napkin and get drunk against her will. Amarantha didn't even care when he paraded her around and only got mad when she saw them kissing.

The children of the Winter Court that were killed, I don't know why it was brushed off with no consequences because who else would have done it? Daematis are extremely rare, and somehow, there was another one powerful trapped under the mountain, but he doesn't know who? Another Daemati who was working for Amarantha and didn't call out Rhysand on the Claire Beddor lie?

God, this turned into a rant, I know, and I'm sorry, lol.

I personally don't see a redemption arc satisfying enough happening or at all really. I read somewhere that Rhysand was created after SJM's husband Josh... yk where I'm going with this.

Anyway, if you sat through this, thanks!

#anti acotar #acotar critical #anti feysand #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #sjm critical #acotar #anti acosf

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eclipsecrowned · 3 months ago

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Mithandin + HOUSE JAVAYA. (PT 1: history and forebears)

Javaya is not a new name in its native Al*thkar. Founded when the Sunmaker was still busy trying to wipe Az*r off the map, they have always held a speck of land within the Crownlands, minor nobility with good land. The name was known, but knew neither power or fame for much of its long half-life.

This all changed after several centuries of mediocrity, as the War of Unification saw the youngblood head of the House pursue his masters to whatever end. The change in fortunes for the family is built upon the blood of fallen Houses and conquered men, in lands and titles awarded for loyal service pulled from the grasp of dead resistance. Yet that youngblood grew old, long in the teeth, and eventually met his end during the failed plateau run that wiped out significant Kh0lin forces.

His eldest son has now risen to take the title of Highlord, but the family is not able to return to their lands. Living as refugees at the Tower of Ur*thiru, House Javaya is in dire straits as much as the rest of the country. It is perhaps further threatened by the unchecked vitriol its latest leader, as well as the personal machinations of his younger siblings.

The parents:

The late Highlord Abrar Javaya, Mithandin's father a good and amicable man by all accounts, until you realize this is a man who was close to D*linar pre-character development and still campaigns to 'bring back fun Blackth0rn.' This is almost certainly a war criminal who his son only knew as a loving and protective patriarch, ignorant of how horrific the campaigns he took place in really were. Duality of man. Someone give the listener that cut him down a bonus.

He began as a simple Citylord who met the hoard of his Highpr*nce's brother head on, his own volunteer army and household guard in tow, and swore fealty. It wasn't an act of self-preservation as one might expect, but a genuine fervor. In a society that solemnizes warfare as holy, he considered it a sacred duty to serve his master in all valorous pursuits.

Valor, in this case, meant subjugating the rest of the country for personal gain, moving from Citylord to Highlord once all his neighbors were cut down, and then trampling across borders in the intervening decades to destroy adjacent countries in bids for Al*thi supremacy.

Despite this, and most pivotally to Mithandin's journey, it never showed in his personal life. Upright, zealous, and affectionate in a way some considered outrageous for a proper Al*thi man, Abrar set a good example for the children he doted on. He did the best he could for them while still leading them from warcamp to warcamp. He was very clear that all he accomplished in various wars was for nothing if it didn't secure a better future for his sons and daughters.

Dies in the climax of the first book, cut down by the enemy as his son watched. He was the greatest loss House Javaya suffered that day, but not the only one. Part of Mithandin's narrative moving forward is both coping with/overcoming the trauma of that event, as well as acknowledging his family history and accounting for the crimes his father committed in service of recognizing a pattern and becoming a better man by far.

The dowager Highlady Catath, who was deemed 'unsuitable for motherhood' based on her treatment of her children. Has not seen or been seen by any of them since they were old enough that their father could safely wrench them out of her household and onto campaigns with him.

A pretty trophy for the conquering young hero, she was a widow who married up after her first husband was cut down for resisting the unification. She pursues her own aims in the capital, enjoying infrequent visits from a husband she's fond of in spite of it all. I never give specifics on how she behaved as a parent, just that the children old enough to remember her treatment resent her deeply, and the younger have no active memories of her.

Tries to worm her way back to the family once Mithandin ascends, only for her elder two children to pay her to return to the capital. It's an arrangement she takes to happily, so long as her son allows her to continue acting on his authority back at the palace. This will surely not come back to bite Mith in the ass in the future.

The fact Mithandin so favors her, that all his pretty boy features reflect his mother, fucks with him in some kind of way he can't articulate.

Both his parents suck, is what I'm getting at -- as people undoubtedly, but one made an alright parent. The kids give Abrar way more credit than he deserves in terms of being a good person. Their first red flag should have been just how devoted he stayed to a woman that mistreated the children he professes to love, but that's just how it is sometimes. Catath set such a low bar the kids would take whatever their father was selling.

next: the siblings/allies

#mithandintbt #abuse //#war crimes //

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tadpolesonalgae · 1 year ago

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CBMTHY is quite literally my favorite thing right now, the past 3 parts you've posted I've hidden in the bathroom at work and read (sometimes twice) and I genuinely can't get enough. I love angst and your writing definitely fulfills that craving i have for it (please do more eventually).

You have such a realistic (delightful may i add) portrayal of azriel's not so good tendencies. i feel like he would push away someone who genuinely likes him away in favor of someone unobtainable. especially if she wasnt traditionally beautiful compared to someone like elain who could bring kings to their knees, nesta who is so effortlessly graceful and stoic, and feyre who is literally high lady and bagged not one, not two but THREE highlords (she could've had tarquin if she wanted lets be so forreal).

In comparison anyone would be plain, so reader being overlooked makes sense. And so az getting jealous that she of all people is getting attention from males after learning about her initial attraction to him is PERFECT. Because elain doesn't like him back, not with her having a mate and def not now that she knows her sister likes him. So azriel. to feel better about his rejected advances uses reader's affections to validate himself.

And don't even get me started on Eris 😭 this is the best writing for him ive seen. because hes an ass, he knows hes an ass. but with the way reader fought back against him after the swan incident you can practically FEEL that hes pleasantly surprised because who in their right mind is that unfiltered in front of a future highlord? and its only cemented with the conversation about the orrery. if he knew it bothered azriel on a personal level im sure he would do even more things for reader, (which id love to see), but i think that his gift in this most recent part is evidence enough that he respects her far more than az has in his entire time of knowing reader.

i definitely want to see azriel grovel, but i dont want her to accept it. she deserves to be respected by someone from day one. someone who can challenge her and match her energy, and i think that eris is that person long term. *maybe bas for short term ;) *

anyway, thank you so much if you read this. i look forward to reading your next part while hiding away at work

-a new reader 🤠

🥹🫂 well I really hope it continues to be as fulfilling as you’ve so far found it to be!

‘please do more eventually’

Going down a slightly more depressing path, I have found myself speculating about some other fic ideas that, quite frankly, I’m not sure they would even still count as angst? They seem to be leaning much more into general misery with no redemption? And I’m kind of liking it?

Returning to the whole idea of mental illness within the acotar universe, I’m wondering about self-esteem, too? Everyone in the Inner Circle has a “use” I guess? I’m wondering what it would be like to be surrounded by such powerful, capable people for two years and being the only one who has nothing to show for the time spent feeding off their charity.

Eris really scares me in terms of writing his character with a semblance of realism 😭

We haven’t really gotten a chance to see him being “nice” to anyone which makes me wary of a potential relationship between him and Reader? It’s a stressful like to walk, is what I’m saying, so I’m happy you’re finding it believable 🧡💛

‘if he knew it bothered azriel on a personal level im sure he would do even more things for reader’

Definitely agree with you there 🤭

‘i look forward to reading your next part while hiding away at work’

Well, I’ve been trying to get started on part 7 so hopefully you won’t have to wait too much longer (just make sure you don’t get caught🧡💛)

#🤠 anon <3 #🤠#CBMTHY

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writerfae · 1 year ago

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Henry in some crack au:

I work all night, I work all day,

To pay the bills I have to pay

Ain't it sad

And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me

That's too bad

In my dreams I have a plan

If I got me a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...

Money, money, money

Must be funny

In the rich man's world

(I am so sorry)

(No, I'm not. This is one of the hottest things I imagined ever)

(This post was ghostwritten by Aiden making fun of his brother)

Henry got himself a wealthy man for sure xD and that not even on purpose. He just attracted one without even trying, that’s how powerful he is.

But I mean… who wouldn’t want Henry as their trophy husband, right?

(Aiden can make fun of him all he wants, that doesn’t change the fact that he literally does the same (honey your bf is literally a future highlord, that boy is rich) so he’s not better than Henry xD)

#obviously I’m joking. Henry is too hardworking to be a trophy husband. but he’s still nice to look at by someone’s side am I right xD

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raspberrysunshinebby · 2 years ago

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Two Choices

(I’m gonna change the name I promise. Please send suggestions.)

Chapter 2

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally dies they can be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: Slight smut, angst, tell me if I missed something.

Word Count: 4625

(I’m rlly sorry for what im about to do to Azriel’s character)

The next morning I’d woken up to Eris already gone. I’d assumed he’d gone to go spar with his brothers, I went to go change but quickly remembered I wasn’t in my room. As I looked around I noticed a simple pink dress sitting on a chair, I assumed Eris left it there and I went to put it on.

I quickly noticed how puffy my face was from all the crying, and how red it was. I was also scared people would question why Eris and I slept here tonight instead of in his room. I really didn’t want anyone to know about this, not at least until I beat it into Eris’ head that I would choose him over anyone, even my mate.

The doors quickly opened to my handmaid's entering with makeup and hair things, happy I was already dressed.

“What's going on?” I asked the Lady next to me. “The Night Court is to arrive soon and Eris requested we do your hair and makeup.” She told me.

Something about that hurt. Knowing Eris set up this meeting without discussing the bond with me first hurt. The fact he wanted me done too? That made it hurt even more.

“Where is he?” I asked.

“Downstairs discussing preparations with staff.” She answered quietly.

I quickly got up from my seat to head to him. I couldn’t have this meeting, I didn’t want this meeting.

I quickly found him discussing with kitchen staff before I yelled out his name. When he looked to be, I motioned towards the dining hall, which I knew no one was in.

“What the fuck is this meeting about?” I asked him when we walked in.

He sighed, “I think it's pretty obvious it's about you.”

“Why?”

He looked at me like the answer was so obvious, “Azriel is your mate, (Y/N). This meeting is to discuss what to do about that.”

“There is nothing to discuss,” I told him, “I don't want to be even near Azriel. I want nothing to do with the Night Court.”

“He is your mate. You should at least try.” He said quietly.

My heart dropped, “No!” I said firmly, “I don't want to, I want nothing with him Eris.”

“And what if one day you decide you do?” He raised his voice. This caught me off guard, he’d never done that.

“Tell me, what happens when you decide you want the bond? Will there be an affair? Will I be to blame?” He told me.

I stayed silent, not because I felt like he was right, but because I couldn’t believe he’d think I’d ever do that.

“The bond is placed for a reason (Y/N). I want you to find out whether or not you are compatible now rather than later. I don't want to watch you not want me when we’re married.”

“Last night it didn’t seem like you wanted me anymore,” I said, holding back tears.

“Oh my cauldron, (Y/N). I-”

“You didn’t even look at me!” I cut him off.

He stayed silent for a second, “I’m sorry but it's not my fault you got mated to a man I hate.”

At this point, I was crying, “It’s not mine either!”

I heard him whisper, “I know, I know.”

I’m not sure if we both would’ve started yelling or crying at each other. Before we could, a maid knocked to tell us the Night Court had arrived.

I whipped the tears from my eyes and tried to compose myself, Eris took his fingers and combed down some parts of my hair that were messy—almost making me cry again.

We walked out of the room together, but I was about a foot ahead of him.

When we entered the room I saw a few members of the Night Court, the Highlord and Lady, Azriel, and another winged male. The seats were set up on both sides. I wanted to take a seat on the couch that was placed on the side where Eris would be sitting but I didn’t know if I should. I eventually decided to sit on the couch with Eris but on the other side away from him.

“Have you thought about the Eris deal?” Rhysand started. This confused me, I never heard anything about a deal.

“Yes, I did,” Eris responded.

“What deal?” I asked.

Everyone was silent before Rhysand spoke again, “We were discussing having you switch from here to the Night Court every two weeks. To help you figure out your whole. Situation.”

My jaw dropped, “There's nothing to figure out. I’m staying here with my fiance and that's final.”

“You forget you're still my mate,” Azriel started, “I don't plan on kidnapping you in your sleep but I do plan on being persistent on giving us a shot.”

“There is no us,” I responded.

“(Y/N).” Eris stated my name, “He has every right to want to do that. He’s your mate.”

I looked at him shocked, “I can't fucking believe you're taking their side.” I told him.

Eris took a deep breath, “As your High Lord I’m telling you to take the deal. You’ll be leaving for two weeks tonight.”

Azriel was about to say something but it didn’t matter, I stood from my seat and rushed to my room. Not waiting to hear anyone try to stop me.

I didn’t understand why Eris was doing this. I was to be his Highlady and he was allowing me to be sent off to some other man.

I noticed shadows following me under my door but I paid them no mind as I forced myself under my covers to cry. Maybe if I was lucky they’d forget I was here if I stayed long enough.

I’m not sure how long I laid there as I eventually fell asleep, but when I woke up it was already nighttime. I walked down the hall hungry and tired still when I heard two voices.

“You're selling my sister off like a broodmare!” I recognized the voice as my oldest brother, Silas.

“That is not what is going on. She is not being sold, and this will be her choice.” I heard Eris say.

“Bullshit, she doesn’t even want to go in the first place and you're making her go. Where is her choice here?” Silas responded.

“You don't understand Silas, I want her to know whether or not she wants to be with Azriel now.”

“She doesn’t!” Silas yelled, “She doesn’t give a fuck about him, you told me yourself! You're being fucking delusional! You're going to fucking lose her not cause of Azriel but cause of you!”

“She's going. Whether you like it or not.”

I heard something crash before my brother angrily came out of Eris’ office. The door slammed and Silas saw me, his face immediately softened.

“He’s really making me go, isn’t he?” I softly asked him.

My brother wrapped his arms around me, I expected myself to cry but I didn’t. “I’m sorry my sweet girl.” was all he could muster out.

Silas told me Rhysand and Azriel would be here soon, leading us to slowly walk to the sitting room they’d be winnowing to.

About five minutes of us waiting happened until the two showed up to take me away. I stalled for about two minutes before we left, waiting to see if Eris would come to say goodbye.

He never did.

I was brought to a place they called ‘The House of Wind’ and brought to a room. I found there were Night Court gowns and nightdresses for me, but I stuck to the Autumn Court ones I had brought with me.

“You haven’t eaten today, have you?” Azriel asked me, “I can have some food brought to you.”

“I’m fine.” That is all I said.

He paused for a moment, “Feyre and Rhysand made a deal somewhat like this,” He told me, “it worked out for them. I hope it works out for us.” He said quietly.

After I hadn’t said anything for a little while he eventually left.

I lay in bed for maybe minutes or hours before I realized I could not fall asleep, I was so tired yet I couldn't.

I’d only been able to fall asleep alone during the day due to the anger I felt against Eris, but now that I’d calmed down, all I wanted was him. I couldn’t sleep without him.

Eventually, I grabbed a thinner blanket in my room than the one on my bed and walked around the house. I ended up finding a library that I sat in to watch the sunrise.

After the sunrise I decided to look around at what books they had. I wanted to find some to pass the time before I could go home, yell at Eris for being an idiot and then have him in my arms.

Usually, I’d like romance, but at the moment I couldn’t stand the thought of it. So instead I chose fiction books about wars or some magical schools or something. Anything I could pass the time with. Once I was done I began walking back to my room covered in my blanket.

On my walk I was interrupted by Azriel walking toward me in a hurry, “Did you sleep at all last night?” was the first thing he said.

“No,” I told him, and he immediately rushed to my side to try to help me carry my books and bring me back to my room.

“No, stop. I’m fine.” I told him as I grabbed the books I was holding from his hands and began walking back to my room, he continued following me.

“Are you sure you're fine, 'cause I really wanted to take you somewhere today so you don't feel weird here,” He continued rambling on.

“Yea I’m fine, sure.” was all I said.

I have to admit, I felt a little bad. Azriel was sweet, he clearly cared. He wouldn’t compare to Eris though. Even if I accepted the mating bond Azriel would never compare.

“Also um,” He started, “There are Night Court dresses in there. I was hoping you’d wear one of those instead of the Autumn Court ones you brought.”

“Yea sure,” I said snappily.

“Alright great, can you be ready in like thirty minutes?” he asked me.

“Yea sure,” I said.

“Okay perfect, I’ll see you in a bit.” He scurried off as I went into my room.

I don't know why I didn’t except this. I wanted to jump off a cliff, but at this point, I just had to go along with whatever.

To me, all the dresses they had for me looked dull. All blacks or grays, some blues. I found I didn’t look good in dark blue though.

I settled for a gray dress with a corset-like top and straight gown bottom. It had some sparkly stars on it and was honestly a little itchy.

I brushed my hair some and allowed it to have its natural waves before Azriel came back knocking on my door.

Through the door, he asked me if I was ready before I responded with a yes.

After I left the room I noticed Rhysand was there, he said he was there just to winnow us. I guess Azriel was worried about what my reaction would be to flying. I was really glad they chose to winnow me.

Once we got there Rhysand left as fast as he came, I turned to see Azriel took me to a garden.

“Eris mentioned to me you like to walk in gardens sometimes in the morning, I thought it’d be nice to take you to one.”

“Thank you,” I told him, being polite.

We walked down the garden together, he told me about how Feyre’s sister Elain takes care of it and about the little knowledge of plants he knew. We continued talking, well he talked and I listened and responded.

Once we got closer to the house we were by I noticed long red locks by a window.

I’d stopped listening to what Azriel said as I examined the red hair. It looked so close to Eris’ and just seemed like I knew the person.

The man turned his head more towards the window where I could see his face.

Lucien

The boy I hadn’t seen since he was exiled was standing there as a man. I remembered him as a baby when Eris would sneak away with him to show me his little brother. I remember him as a little boy playing in the trees and I remember how the day before he was exiled he had spent some time in my families gardens with me, he chatted about anything and everything,

I immediately rushed toward the house to see him. Ignoring Azriel's yells of my name I found the door to the house and turned the corner to make eye contact with Lucien.

I saw his eye light up before he went to hug me. This was the first time I’d smiled in a whole day. I almost cried seeing the man who’d always be a boy to me.

There were a few other people in the room who seemed to have no idea what was going on. Azriel included.

Neither of us cared, we decided to move our small little reunion outside where Azriel followed. We sat by some benches while we chatted, catching each other up on everything.

The conversion made it to Lucien's exile.

“Eris was hoping you’d be at that party, he wanted to publicly remove your exile and claim you as his brother,” I told Lucien quietly. Ignoring the way Azriel shifted in his seat as I mentioned Eris.

Lucien stayed silent for a second, “Honestly I just want to see my mother again.”

“She misses you a lot, if you just showed up you’d be welcomed with open arms. I promise.” I told him.

He shook his head, “I don't want to go until it's properly abolished.”

I nodded, “I’ll relay that message when I get home.”

“(Y/N) you haven’t eaten yet today either right?” Azriel asked, leading me to nod.

“Come on, we’re gonna go get breakfast somewhere, okay?”

I nodded to Azriel before I hugged Lucien as a goodbye and stood up, ready to follow him.

I followed him through the house trying to not make eye contact with the other people in there who were very obviously looking at me, especially the blonde, Mor. I wondered if she still hated Eris for something everyone knows wasn’t even his fault.

I successfully got through the house without someone trying to kill me, which seemed like an accomplishment for me.

Azriel moved his hand to my shoulder to push me slightly to stand next to him. I much preferred standing behind him but I followed his direction anyway. We walked through the city he called Velaris. I'd heard of it a couple of times during conversations with Eris but never cared enough to ask more about it.

It was a pretty city, stone brick houses and shops everywhere. I missed the autumn colors the cities back at home had with their trees and leaves.

Eventually we made it to this cute looking cafe, it was made of brick with steel seats and tables everywhere with little star designs on them, there were floating candles all around and a menu with different drinks and food on them, most I’d never heard of.

One of the workers came out of the back with a bigger chair, and sat it down at a table after removing its original chair. I guess Azriel was a regular here as he thanked the worker who gave him two menus and sat in the chair as I sat in front of him. The chair matched the others; it was just bigger and made to fit his wings.

When I read the menu I was really hoping there’d be something I’d recognize and like here, but I’d forgotten how much of a picky eater I was. The only thing that was also at the Autumn Court here was a simple Egg and toast breakfast, but I didn’t like eggs. I hated the texture and how it felt in my mouth. When I was a child I ate one and immediately threw it up. I hate eggs.

My eyes wandered to something that looked basic on the menu. It was a thin circle thing that looked similar to the waffles we had back in the Autumn Court. It came with toast that had avocado on it.

Azriel noticed how long I took and how confused I looked, “Do you not have this kind of stuff in the Autumn Court?” He asked me.

I shook my head, “What the hell is a pancake?” I asked him.

This time he looked confused, “You guys don’t have pancakes?”

He began to explain to me that it was batter made from milk, flour and eggs that was cooked. I thought for a minute, “So it's a thin waffle?”

“What is a waffle?”

I decided to order the pancake with the avocado toast thing, which I ended up really liking. The texture on the pancake wasn’t the same as a waffle which kind of bothered me but it didn’t make me want to throw up at least.

We chatted a little bit but it's hard to chat with someone when all you want to do is leave. At least I tried. Afterwards he asked me if I wanted to go clothes shopping, since I only had like three dresses pre-made for me but I didn’t really feel like it.

“I’ll just wear the clothes I brought with me,” I told Azriel.

Azriel’s face scrunched up, “I don't think that’s a good idea, especially if you go out in public like that.”

“I don’t plan on going out in public that much.”

That made Azriel stop talking for a moment, he paid for our meals and we left to continue walking along the street.

In my defense, even if he wasn’t my mate I’d still feel weird talking to him just because he was being so awkward. Then I thought about it more, I’d probably be awkward to my mate if they started crying the second the bond kicked in.

As we walked I realized he was bringing us to this shop with little trinkets, based on the fact Eris told Azriel I liked gardens he probably also told him I liked little objects. Half of the space in our bedroom and drawing room is used for my little items. Something about them just made me very happy.

Azriel brought me into the shop with him where my eyes immediately went to the wall of little figures, boxes and other items. Azriel was going to say something but I’d already walked away to go look at these items.

I’m not sure how long we were there, if I could guess maybe an hour and a half. Azriel just walked behind me and watched me look around. For a minute I thought he was Eris, since this was the exact thing Eris and I did when we’d go to places like this.

I ended up finding a little jewelry box with little trees carved into it with gold flakes. I ended up loving it and picked it up.

Azriels head cocked, “are you getting that?”

I nodded to him and walked to the counter, before I could pay myself I saw the lady at the counter nod to Azriel, he directed me to the door telling me to not worry, he paid it for.

“What time is it?” I asked him.

“Around 2.” Azriel told me.

We’d been out for a while, I didn’t know the exact time we left but I knew it was around 9 or 10 in the morning.

We started to walk to the house we were originally at, I yawned realizing not sleeping all night was really catching up to me.

“Do you wanna go back to the house?” Azriel asked.

“Yes please, I’m so tired.”

“Lets go to the house real quick, I can get Rhysand to winnow us.”

“Can Lucien winnow us?” I asked.

“Well,” Azriel started, “I don't think Rhysand would like that.”

“Oh okay.”

I’m gonna be honest I was also just kind of tired of Azriel. Being around him was very boring, I’m sure he’s interesting but he was just kind of weird to be around.

When we’d gotten to the house Rhysand was already waiting to bring us back to the House of Wind. Before he brought us I saw multiple people just staring at me, some gave me dirty looks, while a few looked curious. Mor was one of the ones who gave me the dirty look.

I ended up just looking at the ground before Rhysand winnowed us back, I didn’t realize until I got there that I was holding my breath.

Azriel ended up walking me to my room when Rhysand left, he tried to come into my room but I stopped him. I didn’t want a man who wasn’t my fiance in my room.

Once I was finally in my room I changed into sleeping clothes and immediately passed out, exhausted from not sleeping properly and being out all day. It was still really early but I didn’t care.

This is what my days for the next week and a half looked like, I’d only sleep when I was exhausted, I’d go for breakfast with Azriel, go to a random shop, read at night and after day two I got to add daily chattings with Lucien who decided to extend his stay in the Night Court due to me. Azriel was always there though. I’d grown more comfortable with Azriel, enough to make jokes with him and have real conversations. I was still pretty guarded but more comfortable.

Now, three days before I’d return to the Autumn Court, the Inner Court of Night decided they wanted to have dinner with me before I went. I agreed, hoping this would stop them from looking at me the way they did.

When I was ready, Azriel brought me to the dining room in the House of Wind, where the court already was. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I sat down, but I really didn’t have a way out of this anymore so I tried to ignore it.

“So (Y/N),” Mor started, “Why exactly are you engaged to Eris?”

“He’s been my friend for over 400 years and my lover for over a hundred,” I said more quietly than I wanted to.

“That long and you still don't see the asshole he is.” The winged male who I learned name was Cassian said.

“You don't know anything about Eris.” I said.

Before Cassian could continue with whatever he was gonna say, Rhysand spoke up, “Can we stop talking about Eris, it’s gonna ruin my appetite.”

Azriel ended up speaking up, “You know Nesta, (Y/N) likes books a lot too.”

Nesta, the eldest sister, perked up, “What kind?” She asked me.

“I like fantasy and thrillers. Some romance when I’m bored but a lot are boring to me.” I told her.

“I read romance,” She told me, meaning we basically read completely different things. Which makes talking about books a little hard.

I kind of felt bad as Azriel desperately tried to find something that I liked that they also liked. Azriel didn’t know a lot of the things I liked though, most of them were activities I did with Eris and I didn’t feel like having an argument with my mates friends.

Eventually the dinner fell silent except for the coo’s of the Highlord's son, who I had to admit was really cute.

With the dinner being silent I didn’t expect Rhysands question, “When do you plan on breaking the engagement with Eris and accepting the bond?”

I choked on my food. “Excuse me?”

“Azriel is your mate, it's inevitable that you’ll accept the bond.”

“The more you talk the more I’m inclined to not accept the bond.” I told Rhysand.

Azriel gave Rhysand a look to stop talking, but that's when Feyre began talking. “So you would choose a cruel dictator over Azriel?”

My jaw clenched, “Eris isn’t like that, you all know nothing of him.”

“Last I checked he’s the man who nailed a note to a womb.” Mor responded.

“Your father did that. Eris had nothing to do with that, the only reason he didn’t help you was because he knew if he did he’d be tied to you.” I said angrily.

“Just stop playing around (Y/N),” Rhysand said, “Eris is going to be in the past, Azriel is your mate. I understand that it will be weird at first but you will begin to love him. Nesta didn’t like Cassian that much in the beginning and now look at them.”

I slammed my fork down and stood up, “I’m going back to the Autumn Court, goodbye.” I said storming out of the room. I heard Azriel stand up to follow me.

I stormed to my room as fast as I could ignoring Azriel’s pleas behind me. Once I’d gotten to my room I slammed the door and locked it, immediately going to find some paper and ink to send Eris a letter.

I’d avoided sending him one out of anger for making me come here the first week. After I did because I felt sad he didn’t try to send me one first, I continued to not send one out of pride.

At this point in my anger pride did not exist, I needed Eris to come get me now. I refused to be winnowed by Rhysand or anyone else in the Night Court so this was my only option.

I began to hear knocking at my door and callings of my name from Azriel, all of which I ignored. I quickly found a piece of paper and began to messily write on it, a simple message to Eris telling him to get me now.

Before I could finish my door was opened for Azriel, how he did it, I have no idea. I turned to look at him who was walking towards me, he came and snatched the paper out of my hand.

“You're not going back yet, this wasn’t the deal.” He told me, raising the letter above his head.

I tried to grab it, “I didn’t agree to anything, I’ll do whatever I fucking want.” I said angrily.

When I realized I couldn’t grab the paper, I tried to hit him. He used his free hand to hold onto my wrists to stop me and dropped his other hand. I attempted to break free, yelling at him to let me go.

He began to move towards the unlit fireplace in my room, dragging me with him. He threw the paper into it and grabbed a match from on top of the fireplace. He lit the fireplace, burning my letter.

I looked at the fire in shock, my skin crawling. After a second I began to try to fight my way out of his grip again. He let me go which caused me to fall back, I hit my head on the corner of the bed as I fell.

“Shit (Y/N)!” Azriel yelled, in my blurry vision I could see him rushing toward me.

I felt him move his hand to the back of my head and slightly lift me up, “Shit, shit your bleeding.”

My blurry vision turned to my hearing defaulting, before the world went black.

#eris vanserra x reader smut #Eris #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel x reader

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arizona2004 · 2 years ago

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Courts of Love and Hate. Chapter 1

Nyx x OC-Juniper(Tamlin’s daughter)

Note: in this Nyx was born later than is canon(I wanted Tamlin to have a son about Nyx’s age and that doesn’t make sense as canon)

WC:3118

Request linked here chapter 2

Nyx

I swallow a heavy sigh as my uncle Cas goes on about the Spring court. We just returned from the annual high lords meeting, where everyone was supposed to discuss finally restoring the sacred mountain in the middle so that meetings can be held there, but instead, half of the meeting was spent bickering and insulting one another, and I’m not proud to say the Night court was half of the problem.

I know there is a lot of history between the Night and Spring courts and that the Highlord Tamlin is largely at fault for hurting my family, but I can’t help but wonder about the unity between our courts. If there were peace between the north and south Prythian would surely have fewer enemies trying to invade. We should appear united.

I interrupt my Uncle to say as much while we all finally collapse in the sitting room. I feel my father's gaze on me but I’m too focused on the look of pride on my mother's face to turn to him and see what he thinks of my thought.

“What are you suggesting Nyx? A peace treaty? It’s not like we’re at war with Tim Tam. We just don’t like him,” Uncle Cas says.

“I just think, maybe if we started acting more civilly, he would too, and our future generations can be at peace with one another.”

“There’s too much bad blood between us.”

“There doesn’t have to be. If we make peace now, then we can settle this. I don’t know the full history, and my children don’t need to know any of it. Nor do the Spring descendants.”

“I’d like to agree with you, Nyx,” my uncle Az speaks up, “but history is important.”

“Yeah,” Mor says, “what if centuries down the line, the Spring court attacks us, making claims about the past as reasoning because they didn’t keep to the deal, and your descendants have no understanding of the feud between the courts?”

I plop down on the couch between my parents, giving in because they’re right: my idea was stupid.

It wasn’t stupid, Nyx, my father speaks into my mind, it just wasn’t the solution.

Keep using that smart head of yours, and you'll figure it out one day. You’re the future of all of us; we believe in you, my mother chimes in before they both return to the conversation.

I, however, ignore my family and let myself get lost in thought. I double-check my mental walls, ensuring the only crack is the one I leave open for my parents to speak to me as they please but not look any further.

I ignore them in favor of thinking of her. The one secret I keep from my family: Juniper.

She was at the meeting today. It took hell to convince her father, but he relented because “we aren’t discussing anything too unladylike,” apparently. That’s what she said in her most recent letter. I know she loves her father, but I also can tell he’s a misogynistic asshole who needs to get his head out of his ass. The only reason Juniper doesn’t hate him for it, I think, is because she doesn’t care much for court politics.

She worries about things like whether or not her shoes match her dress or if she accidentally made a spelling error in one of her letters. That’s what I love about her. She’s always worried about the little things and would rather be a writer than a Highlady.

I asked her once what she would do if she wasn’t a princess, and apparently that was an easy question. She would be a writer; she’d write books and poems and articles. She’s good at it too. She asked me the same question, but I have no idea what I would want to do besides lead my people. I feel pride when I come up with a solution to help my parents fix a court issue and joy when I hold a sword in my hand or pull from the well of power in my gut. I don’t get that feeling with anything else the way Juniper gets it when writing.

She says it’s because I was born to be a leader, but I’m not so sure about that. I’m not sure about most of the things I do when leading our court. My mother says that’s okay because it’s not like I need to lead the people by myself anyways, but my father was doing it at my age. I should know how to too, right?

As the bitter feeling of anxiety settles in my gut, I shake my head and try to return to my happy distraction. Juniper. She was wearing a mint green dress with darker green accents decorating it. And dark green slippers to match. Her long blonde hair fell down her back in thick waves, framing her soft face in gold. Her green eyes found my blue ones as soon as she sat down beside her brother. She looked away quickly, but I couldn’t. I barely get to see the face behind the letters, I was entranced until my uncle spoke.

“It’s impolite to stare,” Azriel's voice was quiet over my right shoulder.

“Oh, he’s blushing!” Cassian piped up more to the left. “Think she’s pretty, do you?”

After that, I only risked an occasional glance in her direction. Our eyes didn’t lock again until the very end when we all got up to leave, and I could swear she smiled. Just a little bit, a small tip of the edge of her lips. The image is ingrained in my head. Green dress, matching shoes, blonde hair tucked behind her ear, dark eyes piercing mine, pink lips tipped up in the faintest smile.

Kissable lips. Or so I imagine. The only time I was ever close enough to Juniper to kiss her I was a fumbling fifteen-year-old, and I accidentally fell on top of her in a dark garden.

That was four years ago now, and since she responded to my letter two weeks after our clumsy meeting, I have been helplessly in love. And desperately trying to hide it, terrified of my family or hers ever finding out.

I know my parents wouldn’t care all that much, they would understand that you can’t help who you love, we don’t get to pick and choose. They wouldn’t judge her based on anyone's actions but her own. A scared little part of me, though, wants to keep her all to myself, away from the prying question and curious eyes of my aunts and uncles.

She’s my secret, and I want to keep it that way, so when my uncle Cassian says my name in the same sentence as hers I panic.

“Nyx’s cheeks are all pink, he’s probably thinking of Princess Juniper again.”

“I am not!” I immediately defend myself, trying to figure out what everyone was talking about while I was daydreaming.

“You seem awfully defensive,” he says, smirking.

I defer. “You can’t think about someone ‘again’ if you’ve never thought of them at all.

“You’ve never thought of the Spring Princess? Not once?”

I shake my head.

“Well, that’s concerning. How can you never think of anyone at all and still know who they are? Is your brain ticking properly?”

“You know what I meant, Cas! I don’t sit around thinking about her. Ever.”

“Okay, okay,” he says, putting his hands up. “There's no reason to get angry; I was just teasing.”

“I’m not angry,” I say, trying to calm down and hide the frustration building in my chest.

“Your hair’s on fire, sweetheart,” my mother chimes in.

Fuck. This happens sometimes. I’ll get mad or anxious, and what looks like black and white flames start burning to life atop my head. At first, my parents thought they were just dark and light shadows that would show up when I was emotional, but they quickly learned it was more like fire, hotter than any other fire known to fae. My father has the scars on a few of his fingers to prove it.

Neither of my parents moves away from me, but I know they must feel the heat radiation from my head at this close distance. Dad places a comforting hand in between my shoulder blades while mom holds my hand. The flames flick out of existence.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I was just frustrated.”

“It’s okay,” Cas starts to say but changes course as I stand, “don’t leave, Nyx. Everything's fine.”

I walk out of the room anyway and quietly walk up to my bedroom for the night. I hate losing control like that.

Juniper

Falling onto my mattress, I feel light. Like I’m floating on a cloud. My heart is fluttering in my chest, and I can’t help the grin that stretches my face. I wrote to Nyx just before the meeting, so I can only assume he’ll write to me next. I just can’t wait for the letter to arrive. I’ll sit in my room all day tomorrow and wait for the black crow to arrive at my window if I must. I never thought such a dark bird could bring me so much joy.

I’m still dreaming about what life with Nyx could be if our parents just got over their differences when a hand waves over my face. I sit up abruptly, not having noticed anyone enter, and incidentally get smacked in the face.

“Shit, Juniper! Are you okay?” my younger brother, “I didn’t mean to hit you, but honestly it was kinda your fault.” I glare at him. “What? You sat up into my hand.”

“Whatever,” I grumble, rubbing my face. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk to you,” my older brother-Kai- says from the end of the bed.

“About what?”

“The meeting today,” Kai says, settling at the foot of the mattress with a firm expression.

“Yeah,” Oak adds, crossing his arms and attempting to mimic the glare.

“What about it?” I ask, kicking off my shoes and avoiding their eyes. “It was rather boring and…unmannerly. The Highpeople insulted one another half the time. Especially our father.”

“You just don’t understand the history between our families. There’s so much hate and blood. The Night Court has done cruel and unthinkable things to us.”

“Well, if I don’t know the full history, then tell me, Kai, explain it so that I may understand.”

“Yeah!” Oak perks up at my side.

“No,” he says, remembering Oak is there. “Father would not want you to know, and you,” he directs his attention to Oak, “are far too young.”

“I’m twelve!” Oak grumbles. He and I are relatively close in age, only six years apart, while Kai is 14 years older than me. For fae, though, that’s still pretty close.

“This is not what we came here to discuss. We’ll table this conversation for another time,” which just means he’s never going to bring it up again, and it will not be discussed.

“I thought this was what we came to discuss. The Night court being evil and all that?” Oak asks while scooting more onto the bed, pushing me over.

“Well, sort of, yes. Juniper, we couldn’t help but notice, at the meeting, you noticing the Night Prince.”

“No, that’s not right,” Oak interrupts, “I noticed him; he’s hot. Juniper was ogling him!”

Kai starts to speak up to tell Oak not to say things like that, but I interrupt him, “I was doing no such thing!” I defend. “He was just sitting right across from me. I couldn’t help but see him every time their Highlord or Lady spoke.”

“Hmm,” is Kai’s only response while piercing me with a glare that makes me want to spill all of my secrets. I swallow the lump in my throat, though, and force my body to relax. “Whatever the case was, we came here to tell you you ought to stay away from him.”

“He’s bad news, so don’t get any romantic thoughts,” Oak adds, pointing at me sternly.

“If you are thinking about romance, I’m sure father would let a nice spring lord court you. Many of them ask about you.”

“I’m not looking to find a husband right now,” I tell Kai sternly, “Certainly not with any of the lords.”

“Why ‘certainly not with any of them’ they are good males.”

“I’m not attracted to any of them. Romantically or otherwise.”

Kai's cheeks pink slightly as he looks at me with one of his stern, protective expressions, “You ought not be attracted to anyone otherwise unless already romantically.”

Of course, he would be naive enough to think I only feel romantic attraction. “I can be attracted to whoever I please. Besides, it’s not entirely my choice, more of a bodily response.”

Kai goes even redder. I’m sure he cannot fathom why he is having this conversation with me. “Juniper, you cannot-”

“Relax Kai. I said I felt attraction, not that I act on it. Besides, I don’t want to.”

“Good. You shouldn’t,” he says sternly and thoroughly. I know part of it is to protect me. I wonder if he’s also insisting because I’m a woman, and ‘it wouldn’t be proper’. He’s hypocritical like Father in that way sometimes. I hate it.

“What are we even talking about?” Oak asks, slightly confused. “I thought there was only one form of attraction.”

“And what kind was that?” I ask curiously.

“The one that means you like someone,” he says helplessly. A smile quirks my lips, and I notice one on Kai’s too.

“There is the attraction that means you want to court someone. And then there is the attraction that means you want to-” Kai stops, searching for the right words, but Oak offers a suggestion of his own.

“Fuck them?”

I choke on air, a blush running up my neck, while Kai turns ten shades of red. “Where did you learn a phrase like that?” he asks.

“Heard some of the guards talking about it,” Oak supplies, which I’m sure upsets Kai. He’s tried to keep Oak as sheltered as possible. Kai is somewhat like our father but tries to keep as far from being like him, I’m not sure why, but he seems to want to keep Oak a happy faeling for as long as possible.

“Come on, Oak,” Kai says, pulling our little brother from the bed. “This is not a topic I planned on discussing with you yet, but if I must, then so be it, but it is not for our sister's ears.”

“Okay!” Oak jumps to attention, happy to learn what it means to ‘fuck’ and I say nothing, knowing it’s for the best to let Kai think I know nothing about sex.

That night I can’t help but lay in bed a little late, my thoughts running back to what Kai said earlier and the insults exchanged at the meeting. What happened between our courts?

Eventually, I fall asleep and wake early in the morning to a slight pecking on my stomach. I open my eyes to find a crow sitting on me. This isn’t the first time this has happened, so I don’t panic, I just untie the letter from its ankle and watch the bird fly away.

A smile quirks as I open the letter and remember what I wrote to Nyx after that happened the first time. Your bird rudely woke me this morning. He sat on me and pecked me awake before dawn.

His response made me laugh. It always does. Whenever I’m outside, and a letter arrives, your bird sits on my head and tries eating my hair.

I’m still not sure I believe him, but it makes me laugh anyway. I open his newest letter, not bothering to even roll out of bed. He goes on for pages about how lovely I looked at the meeting. I can’t help the blush or the feeling of pride that fills me. I spent days planning my look; I’m over the moon that he liked it.

He answers questions from my last letter and doesn’t mention anything about the meeting beyond how happy he was to see me again. I can’t stop thinking about the feud between our courts, though. So after I respond to everything else in his letter, and mention how dashing he looked yesterday, I bring it up. It’s just a few questions. I’m sure he understands I probably know a lot less than him about the history, and I’m curious as to what his court's side of it is.

I call over a Cardinal and tie the note to its leg before releasing it with directions to Nyx. Then I form a plan for breakfast while dressing. My lady's maid comes in mid-way through me getting ready and doesn’t even bother to scold me for getting ready without her; she gave up on that years ago. Instead, she picks up where I left off and sends me down for breakfast with my father and brothers.

I sit through the beginning of our meal quietly, as Kai and father speak about something, and work up the courage to ask my questions. When silence fills the room with the end of their conversation I know it’s probably the only chance I’ll get.

“Father, I was hoping to ask a question,” I say before I can chicken out.

“Yes?”

“How- how did the former Highlord, before you, die?” he stops and looks at me shocked and probably annoyed by my asking.

“Why would you ask a question like that?”

“I only noticed it wasn’t in the history books I have. Several of the other Highlords’ deaths are mentioned, but not his.”

“It is not in the books you learn from. He died with the rest of my family: my brothers and mother. Killed by the current Highlord of the Night Court and his father”

“How did his father die?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“I killed him,” he snaps, struggling to reign his anger in. I should stop asking questions, I know I should. And the look on Kai’s face is begging me as much.

“But why would they kill your family?”

He freezes at that question, staring at the food on his plate for a few moments before looking up and piercing me with a cold stare, “Because they wanted to, Juniper. And the Night court thinks they’re entitled to everything they want. Stray away from thinking about them!” he growls, making me tense in my chair. “You’re dismissed. Go to your room.” I don’t hesitate to stand and practically run from the dining hall.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #Feysand #a court of dreams #NYX #adult nyx #nyx x reader #nyx acotar #nyx archeron #Courts of Love and Hate #series #multichapter

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strangecreationchaos · 2 years ago

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some explanations i get from antis who hates acotar and don't ship elriel because

they are scared of the twist sarah brings in her stories like they always gives me the example of tamlin and feyre, chaol and aelin.. to express how sarah is going to twist the tale ! which simply tells some of them haven't yet moved on from the feylin and chaolena ending! but the fact is you don't have to ship a new ship just becoz you are scared of the past experiences you can simply accept the changes.. it's not like sarah has ever twisted her whole story in a single page! she always let them build the relationship first. rowan elain took a whole book to build their relationship! and it took another book to confess and finally accept eachother! feysand happened on a single book and all their build up was connected with the first book! it was the under the mountain plot where rhys was helping feyre in every possible way was the plot that clearly said they are going to be a thing in future!

elain and azriel will be boring together! wait! now tell me which exact characters of sarah j maas were boring? yrene was boring? elide was boring? yrene got a full book for herself where she did everything with her power saved the world kill the king! and even saved chaol! was that boring? wait do u really think that elain is just going to tend to her garden if she get a whole book for herself? a seer! who already showed a glimpse of her power in all previous books! even held a dagger to kill the king ! are you expecting her to be the soft and silent flower girl making bread and building garden for herself in a whole book! why both nesta and rhysand said that she is finally being interesting?? if the author have to write the same tale about her why she said elain is getting interesting? why she took nesta's power! and make elain the last and only choice to deal with the rest of the queens and koschai? and the trove! what is the meaning of making her the villian when she with her mighty powers gifted by the Cauldron can help the highlords to win the war!

did sarah ever come up with a bad plot? which one is it? do u remember dorian? his lover was beheaded infront him ,a demon was living inside his body yet sarah made him the good guy! he again found love ! why would she make elain evil ? what is the meaning of ignoring canon ship with four books of story build up?

yeah everyone can have their own ship and can choose whom they wants to follow! its simple ! as it is . you can praise your gwynriel ship or elucien ship and enjoy your fandom within your people! but what is the meaning of mocking another ship day and night! and demeaning an author's characters whose book you are reading for so many years! why would you do that? she is putting her years of efforts in writing her books! and now people are mocking even the main characters!

what is the meaning of mocking and hating feysand? if you don't even like the main characters why you even read the book? if you you only ship nesta then why are you ignoring her character development in the whole series? did nesta ended up alone at the end ? why calling inner circle toxic? when nesta at the end of the day becomes a part of it?

what is the meaning of comparing azriel with tamlin to say he is wrong for elain while you are shipping him with gwyn? wasn't he will be wrong for gwyn as well?

what is the meaning of calling azriel and elain toxic for showing attraction for eachother and shipping gwyn and azriel who using her for distraction!

if elucien is a thing! why you don't have the answer to what lucien did to understand his own mate?

why there is a bunch of people have to defend elain's character when the author haven't said a single bit of evil thing about her in the book?.why azriel is being compared with tamlin while azriel did so much for his people that tamlin could never have done !

why you guys are hating every single character and yet reading the book?

#acotar #acotar series #acotar fandom #sarah j maas #pro elain #pro azriel #pro elriel #acosf #acomaf #acowar #acofas #sjm books #sjm ships #anti gw*nriel #anti el*cien

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daisymydaisy · 4 years ago

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Elain seer predictions

(This post will include all the visions elain had in acowar)

Idk a lot about seer abilities but based on what we saw of elain’s powers, it shows that:

They’re able to see the future: “Twin ravens are coming, one white and one black.”

They’re able to see the unknown (something that already happened): “I saw a box of black stone. I saw a feather of fire land on snow and melt it.”

All the visions elain talked about might help predict next book’s plot (or just small mentions that might take place)

I will add some of my thoughts with each vision (my thoughts are not always right cuz apparently some people don’t get it)

Vision 1: The sea & heartbeats

“I can see so very far now. All the way to the sea.”

“I can hear your heartbeat—if I listen carefully. I can hear her heartbeat, too.”

Now elain said this while looking at the “sea beyond Sidra” so you might think she’s just trying her fae abilities but feyre knew that was not the case in the next line:

“I can hear the sea. Even at night. Even in my dreams. The crashing sea—and the screams of a bird made of fire.”

“Will I hear the earthworms writhing through the soil? Or the stretching of roots? Will the bird of fire come to sit in the trees and watch me?”

We all thought she went mad but well..it was just her seer abilities and that led the IC to find vassa.

Now with elain having visions about vassa and hearing her heartbeats...are they connected somehow? Because yes vassa helped in the war but I don’t think that was the only reason for the visions.

Vision 2: Through the stone

The very uncomfortable conversation between Lucien and elain led to some visions about a possible journey

While reading the quotes below i want you to notice how when elain is facing Lucien, she talks normally about things that already happened, like how he betrayed them, or how she remembers him from feyre’s stories (in case anyone wants to read it: it’s acowar chapter 24 may god be with you)

But when she faces the windows again she starts talking about all the stuff that doesn’t make sense.

“She looked away—toward the windows. “I can hear your heart,” she said quietly.”

“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?”

I don’t think she was talking to lucien, especially since in the previous chapters she was talking about heatbeats.

Some elucien stans use the quotes above to support their ship, but knowing that previously elain heard vassa’s heartbeat....plus even lucien doubted elain was addressing him:

“He wasn’t sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, “No, lady. I cannot.”

She just stared somewhere far through the window and mentioned how she could hear heartbeats through the stone, which reminds me of ACOSF when nesta was in the prison:

“She stared into the darkness above. “I think they used it to … to trap their enemies and their enemies’ children into the stone itself.”

Again she isn’t trying her new fae abilities, she saw something no one can, and we now know that some people are trapped in stone (honestly i was waiting for nesta to free them but i guess sjm is saving it for later)

Vision 3: He saw me

“No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.” A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. “He did. He saw me. He will not now.”

Whenever i read this I’m like elain, honey—you mean to tell me the man who rejected you? the man who didn’t accept your new self? Something you couldn’t control.....He saw you? How in the living hel-

But then i read this post and it made sense, especially since no one guessed the suriel was talking about a different highlord, so why are we sure that elain was talking about graysen?

Considering elain is a seer, she either saw the future or the unknown. Now who is the only character who saw her?

“It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.”

This makes me think elain was shown the future, and saw herself with someone who understood her, but something happened he disappeared / died and he no longer sees her.

Vision 4: cassian dying

“He snapped your wings, broke your bones.” “It’ll take more than that to kill me,” “Elain only said to Cassian, “No, it will not.”

“Not twenty feet away, Cassian was on the ground. Wings—snapped in spots. Blood leaking from them. Bone jutted from his thigh. His Siphons were dull. Empty.”

Looking back, elain’s vision came true. That might’ve been the scene she saw and as a result she saved the day by killing the king.

But i added this just in case it wasn’t the scene she was talking about.....and to give you more anxiety :)

Vision 5: koschei

“They sold her—to … to some darkness, to some … sorcerer-lord …” She shook her head. “I can never see him. What he is. There is an onyx box that he possesses, more vital than anything … save for them. The girls. He keeps other girls—others so like her—but she … By day, she is one form, by night, human again.”

“Mor leaned forward. “Do you know why the other queens cursed her—sold her to him?”

“Elain studied the table. “No. No—that is all mist and shadow.”

Well, there are many theories about koschei (don’t know how you guys do it) and I’m not going to come up with more theories about my dude, but based on my quick research that onyx box contains his soul (or not? Please he’s so complicated) and the fact that elain saw it...

Here are also few questions:

Why was vassa sold and cursed? What did the queens gain from that? And why was this truth unknown to elain?

Vision 6: Vassa and Lucien

Right when Lucien said that he’ll bring vassa back, this happened:

“Elain now watched Lucien warily. Blinking every now and then. She revealed no hint of whatever she might be seeing—sensing. None.”

Elain saw something, and it wasn’t him dying because he came back unharmed. So what did she see?

This whole scene screams “goodbye” to me, because after this scene Lucien found his band of exiles. This was their last chance, and elain saw it all.

Even feyre—our baddest bish—saw it:

“A bird of flame … and a lord of fire. I wondered if they’d found each other yet.”

A bonus vlucien moment cuz why not (this scene was the last Lucien scene in acowar):

“Vassa still remained inside, chatting with Lucien animatedly. I supposed that if she only had until dawn before turning back into that firebird, she wanted to make every minute count. Lucien, surprisingly, was chuckling, his shoulders loose and his head angled while he listened.”

Also how did papa Archeron convince koschei to free vassa (temporary)?

Anyway like miss Morrigan said “There is a reason why Elain is seeing these things.”

#pro elain #elain archeron #acotar #acosf #azriel x elain #elain x azriel #sarah j mass #elriel #lucien x vassa #vassa x lucien #koschei #azriel

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kimsnnn · 3 years ago

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Part 2

Disclaimer: This post is in favor of my ship, Elriel. No hate, just an opinion. This is what makes sense to me. If this isn't your cup of tea, and it came up on your feed, no worries just skip please.

With all this in mind Elriel to me just seems so clear.

The enemy is Koschei and Vassa is the only one to be directly linked to and affected by him so she will be the one to defeat him, plan and give us insight from the inside because she is the one who is captive. She has a personal interest in defeating him and that victory and moment is rightfully hers to own.

She will get a book. Her being a firebird means nothing? why would people assume she won't have a conscious while in that form when Rhys, Tamlin and Helion do? Why do people believe that a story cant be developed and moved along as a firebird? Has any one ever read a werewolf book? Im soooo confused. I mean why is that a end all? Even as a firebird she can see and reveal so much, and as a person even more.

The main original characters that have a direct link to Feyre from the very beginning before Hybern, Amarantha, and ACOWAR are Nesta, Elain and Lucien. Those are the characters that make the most sense to have their own book. Not Tamlin who is of no importance to Feyre anymore. Who is of importance and who where her first family Lucien basically becoming her first brother. She is always concerned for these people. If you take a look at all of Feyre’s POV in ACOFAS its always showcasing her concern or confusion for Her sisters, Lucien and even Mor (possible novella). These three individuals (N&E&L) are the ones she has an original relationship with and the most history, a shaky relationship that has room to be improved on. These are the wildcards, the ones who have wronged her in some way, the ones who’s stories NEED to be told. Three different people three different stories.

If you also take a look at Rhys’ POV in order, you realize he talks to or refers to 5 people usually:

Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Tamlin & Lucien

Each of these first 5 POV also directly touches on what issues exactly are pertaining to them or could be pertaining to them if that had their own book OR how they may contribute to the whole over arching plot.

If we conclude everything from those first 5 chapters ( I'm not including the rest because its too much, and they also include these 5 characters regardless) of importance this is what we have and what each book may touch on.

1st POV: involves

-Cassian - Illyrian dissent, inequality, Nesta, queen Braiylln, training female Illyrians,

-Cassian’s role

2nd POV: involves

-Azriel-shadows/powers strength, Az’s past, confusion on shadowsinger abilities, Illyrian dissent/hate, Human queens, Hyberns people, Human lands, Vassa’s situation,

-Az’z emotions (& concealing of emotions) on : Lucien, Elain, Possibly Az’s mom and her whereabouts (Rosehall).

3rd POV:

-Tamlin/Lucien-SC and Tamlin current state and down fall, alliance with Tamlin, peace/future, Lucien’s and Tamlin’s relationship, Anger/Hate/Remorse/Defeat/Hope/Empty, Feyre

-Feyre-Tamlin, Rhys’ actions and remorse

-Jeweler(Neve)-no jewels for Feyre, Neve’s background

4th POV:

-Velaris estates along the Sidra before and after hybern,

-Mor: Rhys and mor’s relationship currently, Kier/Eris/CoN

-The CoN people occupied the Velaris estates (they left Hewn City before the division of the NC)

-Kiers upcoming visit to Velaris in Spring (the hewn city’s containment and curiosity)

-Mor’s Mother/ desire to leave the NC

-Mor’s Role

Rhys’ 1st POV which included Cassian and Cassian’s following POV/Chapter was a foreshadow to ACOSF completely. Everything touched was basically addressed in ACOSF. Rhys basically told Mor and Cassian to assume different jobs and roles (to lessen Azriel’s world load) in their chapters which came true in ACOSF.

A bond between Elain and Lucien does not mean they will have a book. If I'm honest they remind me a little of Nesyrn and Chaol who seemed like with time something could blossom between them but in reality just weren't for one another and were better off as friends. All that connects these two is an unwanted bond, a person they both have wronged yet care about (Feyre) and an incident that resulted in Elain’s trauma. Everyone thought Elain who is literally everything to Nesta, who Nesta would have sacrificed everything for, would be more involved, yet she wasn't even present in the majority of Nesta’s book, at least not as present as we thought she would be. But she was mentioned throughout ACOSF nearly in every chapter because Elain does and has impacted Nesta’s life completely.This is something I expect to happen for Elain’s book as well. Yes Lucien will appear but perhaps the purpose of his appearance would be to get closure and fill in questions left unanswered. If ACOTAR 5 is an Elriel book and not ACOTAR 6 then her book will also serve to set up for his book with Vassa.

Feyre’s relationship with the IC is fine and any issues can be resolved in the books of the others (like for example as Love interests) or in a novella.

Cassian had a POV, the second main role in ACOSF but.. ACOSF was Nesta’s story.

The same can be said for Elriel’s book as well as Vassien’s.

And yes a male can have a book like Chaol did but in my opinion it won't be Az with Gwyn being the second main POV. It will be Lucien with Vassa who has far more ties to the IC and to the over arching plot. Vassa at least has met Feyre the main character of the whole ACOTAR world.

Hypothetically speaking lets say Az does get a book and ends up with Gwyn and the plot is about the Illyrian camp. Their story would most likely be written as a novella if anything not an actual book, there is not many ties that Gwyn has so far to the whole plot at least not yet. But getting a novella still wouldn't make sense when we have characters, who are not only closer to the plot but also provide an opportunity to get info/support to win this war, like Mor who is spending time in Vallahan, and Tamlin who’s literal court is not only in shambles but unfortunately detrimental to the success of attaining peace.

I do think Gwyn is more important to this plot then most give her credit for but I dont believe that necessarily means shes due a book or a main POV especially over Vassa. And Emerie.

Vassa who has direct link to koschei the main issue, point and villain of the plot and Emerie who has a direct link to Illyria and its backward ways in everything most importantly on its stance of women and their roles.

SJM Set Elriel to be endgame because it just makes the most sense. Not only because of their connection, moments and relationship thus far but because that's what makes the most sense with this plot. There’s no spinoff in the works.

There’s no reason for Gwyn or ANYONE for that matter to be the one to defeat koschei over Vassa, no reason to have the hugest wedge between Elucien while building a bridge for Elriel, no reason to build and hint for Mor’s leave and put emphasis on Tamlin & the SC’s dire situation.

Has anyone considered if Lucien wants to even be HL ?

Lucien’s future as a highlord comes down to if he even wants to even become the Day Court’s High lord in the first place.

Lucien thought less of humans and was indifferent to them in ACOTAR yet now has found a home and friends among them. ‘

Truthfully the BOE’s work in the same way that the IC does and the Valkyerie.

Actually scratch that the Valkyerie work exactly like the BOE’s.

Yet can anyone imagine any of the Valkyrie leaving their group or be far from each other especially if one of their member’s is their possible love interest ?

They will choose each other and they will create a future where they are all together.

I don’t see lucien who has finally found stability and friends leaving the BOE’s to play high lord at Day court unless Vassa and Jurian decide to leave with him. Which seems unlikely. The only way I see that happening is if vassien truly becomes endgame resulting in Vassa going to Day court. But where does that leave Jurian.

I believe that after the Beron and AC issues are resolved, that Eris will ascend and become HL, Lady Autumn will leave to be FINALLY with Helion to be Lady Day 😍, and Lucien can enjoy his life in the mean time with his found family, stay as an emissary and possibly prepare to be Day’s HL down the line in the future.

#elain #elain archeron #elain x azriel #elriel #acotar 5 #vassien

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tanoraqui · 3 years ago

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AU where I gently tweak character ages to my whim so that when Jame is outcast, the next time Tori sleeps and reaches out for her reflexively in his dreams...he can’t find her of course. She’s lost in the dark somewhere. But he wanders the edges of that darkness searching, crying as he can’t let himself be seen to do while awake…and he stumbles into Kindrie’s garden

Tori is seven years old and dreaming. He wanders around, admiring the many pale-flowered plants, before he notices that one of them isn't a flower at all, but a white-haired, blue-eyed toddler sitting quietly in the corner.

(I don’t think it’s at all normal to slide from dream to soulspace at the age of 4, but this is Kindrie, who is just a little bit of a prodigy - and, of course, Tori, likewise.)

Tori nearly backs away in disgust, filthy shanir ringing in his ears in his father's voice (and this isn’t even the shanir he wants to see, wants with every lonely, not-quite-guilty-yet fiber of his being.) But the toddler’s eyes well up with tears at his disgust and Tori has never interacted with a baby before but he’s always been responsible. So he wipes the sneer from his young face and tentatively sits beside the boy, and asks what's your name, is this your garden, are there any adults here? (Kindrie, yes, a shy look toward the faint impression of a woman's face in a mossy wall.) Are you lonely, too? ...Do you want to play?

Tori wakes up before he gets much farther than explaining the strategies of tic-tac-toe. He doesn't go back the next night, because he wakes up inexplicably exhausted, like he hasn’t slept at all. He dismisses it as a half-forgotten dream.

But soon enough there’s another night - when Ganth raged at dinner, when the other half of the bed felt especially cold and empty - when he goes looking for the peaceful little garden again, and finds it after only a little bewildering wandering. Kindrie is there, and lights up to see him.

Maybe they just play tag, and water the plants - or water plants and end up splashing water at each other, Tori drawing Kindrie into not flinching at the sudden movements… Or maybe Tori asks, “Do you know how to play marbles?” and Kindrie says yes but points out that that there aren’t any marbles here, and Tori, with all the confidence of a young lord, says, “Well that’s dumb,” and conjures some marbles to play with. Because it’s a dream, and you can do that in a dream! (It’s a soul and most people can not do that in a soul, but the children who will one day be Creation and Preservation don’t know that.)

And then! They just! Hang out! No less often than once every few weeks, and sometimes every night for nearly a month. When they're young, it's more effort; it takes Tori days to regain his strength each time. When they're older, they both have more nights too busy or anxious to sleep, or too hurt and weary to choose anything but dreamless dwar.

By day, Tori keeps swallowing down his father's poison, but by night - obviously he, Tori, isn't a shanir. Obviously. it's Kindrie's dream garden. But Kindrie is - well, he's just a little kid (Tori thinks from the ripe age of 3 years older). He doesn't have claws or anything; he's not dangerous like Jame was. And by mutual unspoken agreement, neither of them talks in detail about their waking lives, but if Tori were to mention his father's view on shanir - well, Kindrie has been drinking his own poison since birth. Bastard, worthless shanir brat, and all the curses of the priests and their benefactress... He wouldn't argue, I think, with anything Tori said.

(As for that benefactress..she nearly catches them once, for sure. She's surprised to see another dreamwalker, but her reflexes are good: she flings a curse at Tori that would hit most souls like a well-aimed arrow, or at least like a discreet tracker tag. It bounces off his back as he dashes away; he barely notices. Kindrie is terrified. A door has developed over the years, from frequent use, between here and Tori's Haunted Lands keep. It's always been concealed behind a curtain of vines, but after that incident with Lady Randir, he hides it so thoroughly that Tori has difficulty finding it from the other side, next time he visits.)

The first time Kindrie follows Tori back through that door is when Tori, age 12, has broken his arm falling out of a tree, and been put sternly to bed but left too restless for proper dwar. Kindrie has learned enough in his classes for young could-be-priests to realize that this isn't a dream, but (guiltily) he hasn't told Tori, because Tori - best and only friend, and something like an older brother - will freak out about shanir things, and possibly never come back. This is the worst possible outcome.

But right now, even dreaming, Tori is cradling his arm with remembered pain, and Kindrie knows that when he grows up (if he grows up), he's going to be a healer (he has already been made so exquisitely aware that his talents lie in healing, himself if no one else). So he convinces Tori to take him back through the door to explore Tori's dreadful keep, and together they gather the ladder and hammers and etc. required to repair the few fallen beams.

(Ganth roars when Tori wakes up with an arm far more healed than one night of dwar sleep should have healed. Filthy shanir, monster! But he calms without delivering more than a few extra slaps. Tori dances desperately around the truth, because his dreams with Kindrie - best and only friend, something like a younger brother - are something they've never needed to swear to keep secret. The kendar who'd examined the break in the first place says, "Lord, my eyes are growing old, and Torisen is young and strong - maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. A fracture, not a break. And he slept well.")

(Not a lie, just barely not a lie.)

(But these are kendar who would, in a couple years, every single one of them swear to take any dishonor onto their own accounts so that their young lordan could escape this place. It's not the first not-a-lie, and it won't be the last.)

"How can I?" Tori asks, agonized, surrounded by gentle white flowers, in one of the rare times they speak explicitly about the things they endure by day. Though Tori still doesn't give his full name, nor his father's, and Kindrie's given little more detail of his location than that he's studying to be a priest. He's never named the woman against whom he sometimes locks his doors so tightly that even Tori can't get in.

"One of us should escape," says Kindrie, who's 3 years younger but plenty old enough to be bitter.

(A few days after that, waking, Ganth demands that Tori drink a cup of wine with a drop of blood in it, "To my health", and something dark and rotten will take root in Tori's soul-keep. But it's so small, and hidden for now, not to mention ineffective, that Tori doesn't notice - and Kindrie hasn't come over to help clean up since the near-disaster of that broken arm.)

Less than a year after that, Kindrie is having a particularly bad day, the sort where even in his garden, he's doing little more than curl up in a silent ball. Tori sits nearby, sketching a map of the Southern Host's camp, so as to remember his new environs better. Unprompted, he says, "You know, I don't actually mind people thinking I'm a bastard."

"That's because you're not," Kindrie says, quietly into his knees, but just a little waspish.

"Maybe," Tori concedes. "But also it's..." He waves his hand at undefinable concepts, because he'll never be good at introspection. "Everyone assumes things, about me, about Lord Ardeth - assumes the worst, assumes the least of me. But it's not right at all, it's just because they hear the word bastard and think those things - so who's to say they're right about any other bastard?"

Another day, Tori is restless, pacing, and wearing armor even here, and won't say why. He doesn't need to - he's been keeping Kindrie abreast of the events with the god-kings, Karnids, and brewing war (though not every detail - not how the high priest spoke to him). If only as a listening ear at which to talk it all through, figure it all out.

He still doesn't, truly, overall mind people assuming he's Ardeth's bastard. But he hates the stupid games around that and being a Knorth at the same time, the spying and the constant not-quite-lying - and tomorrow, they reach Ukakarn, with enemies unknown.

"Kindrie," he says abruptly, can you keep a secret on his tongue - but that's a stupid question because all of this is secret, and always has been. "Would you mind knowing my name?"

"Tori?" Kindrie says, answer and question, blinking as his attention is pulled away from the flowers he's been meticulously winding around a trellis.

"Torisen," Tori says, with that same abruptness. "Torisen Knorth, son of Ganth Grey Lord." And because he cannot bear to unburden himself without offering something - "Lord Ardeth knows - that's why he's been mentoring me, and spying on me, this whole time. But I think he did mean it, when he said he wants to help me regain my father's seat - that's why I mean it, when I say I'm quite sure he'd help me get you out of this place" (the priests' college) "if you want. He could send for a new healer to attempt Dari's rotten teeth..."

He trails off in the fact of Kindrie's odd response: avoiding Tori's eyes, a small smile that he's failing to suppress.

"What?" Tori says, maybe more sharply than he should.

"It's just...my grandmother was a Knorth. I heard someone say it, once, when they thought I wasn't listening." Kindrie's mouth keeps trying to smile, but his glance is anxious, because the last thing he wants is to sound like he's angling for something. Like he's bringing this up - or worse, making it up - because he, like Lord Ardeth, wants some in on the hypothetical future highlord. He's known this for years after all; he never mentioned it before because it was a treasure for just himself. By old, unspoken agreement, there's a lot they don't share about their waking lives.

But Tori lights up. "Really? Do you know who?"

"Her name was Telarien, I think."

Tori, who has studied his so-empty family tree, who has been alone since he was 7 - stops his pacing and turns with hands outstretched. "Why, then we're cousins!"

(Tori has offered this more than once, and each time Kindrie has declined - no politically machinated release nor clever trick, nor even (once, when Tori was in a particular Mood, and maybe thinking of his sister) some sort of rescue heist. Because the priests' college is terrible, but it's familiarly terrible, and who knows what greater disdain and torment might be out in the rest of the world?)

And then came Ukakarn.

Tori doesn't show up cradling his hands, or the blood on them, and weeping, the next night, his dire keep under siege next door. He doesn't flicker briefly in and out, as his torturer disallow him true rest. He doesn't come to Kindrie's garden at all, because he has been taken into the bowels of Ukakarn, which lie in the same shadow that consumes the land north of the Haunted Lands - the same shadow, unbeknownst to any of them, that swallowed his sister.

But he's not dead. Kindrie can tell, can feel, that he's not dead. And Kindrie is a healer (in training) and this is his best friend and cousin and rightful lord (however illegitimate the blood claim may be, for the latter two). So he doesn't hesitate a moment before plunging into the darkness that has swallowed the place where Tori's soul usually looms.

It's a little bit like swimming, through shadows thick enough to choke on. It's a bit like finding the will to get up in the morning, struggle that that often is. But Kindrie, though only age 13 or so, has a great deal more expertise than Tori, age 7 did, and more natural talent as well. Off in the physical world, the priests deem him truly comatose this time, but he breaks through to Tori's haunted soulscape - running with cracks of fire, as though about to explode. Overlapping with a grander house, a manse whose dark hallways Kindrie doesn't know. He wanders, searching desperately, pressing against not shadows but the end of his own tether.

He only finds Tori when he catches a glimpse of a slim, ghostly figure he thinks is him - but her armor is white and her hair is long, and when Kindrie follows her, they end up in a cell that's dank yet too-warm, with Tori crumpled and chained to one wall. Kindrie watches the woman break those chains - then she looks over her shoulder and meets Kindrie's eyes, hers bright silver, and he knows this must be the sister Tori has let slip mention of - older, somehow, tender and wroth at once.

The surprise breaks his focus, sends him careening back into the shadows, and to the safety of his own hidden garden.

Kindrie is a bastard, except that he has a cousin. He's a rotten little shanir - yes, the best healer in his generation, even if he has no other prizes to his name. He's worthless and useless and unwanted - except that he has a friend whom sometimes he can still make smile, who has never been just a dream, who leaves the flowers of Kindrie's soul-garden blooming a little brighter every time he helps tend them, and who has scattered the place with marbles and books and even a sword. Kindrie has cleared away some of these, and kept others, hidden as carefully as the door behind the vines, and never once mentioned to Tori that this is a weird thing to be able to do. Also, illegitimate though he may (seem to) be, Kindrie is a Knorth and Tori - well, he was scared to leave, and he did it anyway.

So, in the fashion of Knorths, Kindrie stages his escape from the priests' college that night, about seven years earlier than canon, and he makes his way as fast as possible to camp of the Southern Host.

Nothing else changes about Ukakarn, except this: Rose Iron-thorn doesn't die, because Tori's hands aren't too badly injured to keep their grip on her, because Kindrie walks, clumsily rides, and pleads his way onto illicit trade caravans going down the valley, he spends as much time as he can in Tori's keep - no longer lost in shadow, but still cracked with flames, eroding with exhaustion, dust-drenched for lack of water. Tori is no help - if he notices at all, in more than a daze - but patients rarely are.

(Rose isn't in the water to guide their boat through the sea, but Kindrie, for lack of any proper sleep himself, keeps Tori going, and Tori keeps his few people, and all together, they find the safe shore.)

Tori has told him about the Caineron commander of the host, so Kindrie goes directly to the god-king of Krothifir. Quite frankly, tfw a moderately unhinged 13-year-old kencyr with a shaved head (for not being tracked by description) bursts into your royal court and starts insisting that a precious few of your army have survived the dread fortress that captured them, and are even now in desperate need of a rescue party in the near desert. Please believe me, Kindrie begs, I know it from a dream (a perfectly normal, if rare shanir trait - though it is on the tip of his tongue to shout at the kendar guards in the hall that this is their future highlord dying in the desert out there, and why aren't they moving already.

Kroaky lets Kindrie convince him to make a royal visit to the optomancers' Eye, and they are of course just in time to watch Tori's little group straggle back into camp. Exhausted though he is, Kindrie dashes off right then, maybe with a tipsy wolver at his heels. Krothen, alas, takes longer to get down the cliff - a king needs pomp and circumstance, after all. Gendar Caineron is dead before either arrives.

Once Harn is back on his feet and in command, he quietly adds Kindrie to the lacking ranks of a medic squad. Within a month, Kindrie has picked up the nickname "Whitey", for his growing-back hair and, of course, mirror to Blackie. (I'm sure the boys try to keep it subtle, and let the story be that Kindrie just happened to have a vision of these escapees...but it's not like an ever-growing proportion of the host isn't already politely not commenting on the fact that their Blackie is clearly a full-blooded Knorth.)

...and then they lived happily ever after, the end

(except Tori still won't admit to himself that he's a shanir until after Jame has metaphorically kicked in the door of the Kencyrath and less metaphorically set multiple parts of it on fire)

#kencyrath #kencyrath chronicles #kindrie soulwalker #torisen black lord #torisen knorth #my fic #ficlet #...a nearly 3k ficlet shut up

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verifiefangirl · 5 years ago

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Elriel headcanon: how about u Azriel and Elain babysit and our shadowboy is uneased with toddlers?

Battlefield and babies

Elain got along with children like a house on fire. It was like a different side of her was revealed.

She would be right there beside, Feyre and Rhys’ son, Adius, rolling in on the grass.

Splashing bathwater, building wooden blocks with him.

Azriel, on the other hand, was always squeamish around kids.

His shadows wreathing around him constantly made him look like the monster underneath children's bed.

Not to mention his gruesome, beyond repair, scarred hands looked crude against the smooth, newborn skin.

He spent as little time as he could with the infant. Always feigning some sort of excuse when someone asked him to hold Aideus.

The only time he’d really held him was when he was first born, but never again.

Feyre always thought Az just needed to warm up a little and feel comfortable but his demeanour towards their child never changed.

It was obvious that Azriel thought the child was the cutest, most charming thing.

He would always bring him numerous toys and artifacts from his travel, doting on Aideus like crazy. The child was spoiled both by Cassian and Azriel.

The Highlord and Highlady had to attend an emergency gathering in day court.

They didn’t want to travel with Aideus when he was so young. Usually, Nesta and Cassian were left on babysitting duty.

Though the couple were up at the steppes at the moment, overseeing some training leaving the responsibility to Azriel and Elain.

Elain was ecstatic and Azriel was a nervous wreck.

They set up his crib, change table in their cottage.

As soon as his parents winnowed out of their home, the wailing started.

Az eyes widened in alarm. He’d never really heard Adieus cry and especially not for a such a prolonged period.

Elain tried her best to soothe the incensed child who was usually so even-tempered.

Finally Az suggested she go introduced them to the numerous animals outside their cottage.

As soon as Aideus, big violet eyes landed on the chickens his crying ceased.

They both let out a visible sigh of relief as squeals of delight escaped his lips.

The small child was definitely rambunctious and a handful. Az did his best to help Elain with caring for him without actually interacting with the child.

Getting his blanket, diapers ready, preparing a bottle but his moonflower was still worn out.

She practically thrust the small, precious bundle in his arm, telling him she had to start getting dinner ready and then she was taking a relaxing bath after. He’d have to entertain Aideus while she was gone.

You could see the colour leeching from Azriel’s face but he could hardly protest that.

As she left for the kitchen he turned to look down at Aideus who had stilled his happy gurgling. Instead his small fingers clutched his jaw, drifting to his mouth.

He tried to keep his panic at bay. This was the future ruler of his city and he didn’t want to fuck the baby up.

He gently rocked side to side like he’d seen Feyre and Elain both do.

“Elain!” He called out from within the living room. “He’s touching my face. Is that normal?” He asked, anxiety lacing his voice.

Her light tinkering laughter was his only answer.

Aideus rested his full cheek against the crook of his neck and he swear his heart melted.

He sat down instantly on the couch, not wanting to drop the precious cargo. He sat their for the next hour until Elain came out of the kitchen, shaking her head and laughing at him again.

“Honey, could you please give Aidas a bath while I feed the animals.” She held a hand before he could even start to protest. Already heading out the door.

“Sure, how hard can it be? You got me, right little man?”

Aideus just gurgled in response and made grabby hands for his shadows and wings, which rustled with fear.

Heading up the stairs to their room. He started filling the baby plastic tub inside their actual tub. Aideus, small wings flapped with excitement. He found himself have a dopey smile covering his face from the action.

He slowly undressed the child and made sure the water was a lukewarm before slowly settling him in.

He bared his one toothed smile in Azriel’s direction as he splashed with his hands.

Supporting his back and gently sponging him. He murmured prayers under his breath.

Aideus seemed none the wiser at Az lack of experience with babies. In fact he was so overjoyed with the bath that he had soaked Az tunic with his splashing.

Satisfied with his handiwork he wrapped him in a fluffy towel and set him down on the bed while stripping out of his shirt.

Then he worked at his downy hair which was damp and placed him in his night time onesies.

Elain had entered the room just as he had finished. Kissing his cheek Az readying the child for her taking again only to be shot down once more.

“I need to bathe, love.” The she devilled grinned like she was enjoying this so much. He let out a tortured groan.

“Lain, please.” He begged.

“You’re doing fine, Az, just a little longer.”

Letting out a sigh he settled down on the bed with the baby again who was on his back and sucking on his rattle.

Aideus was happy to be left to his own device until he wasn’t. Starting up his wailing again. Azriel brought him back to his bare chest and instantly the sniffling stopped.

He looked at the child stunned. He reclined back again and Aideus settled on his chest. Those violet eyes fluttering shut as he sweeped his mangled hands through his soft hairs.

He had never felt such peace wash over him or felt softer skin than his godsons. He hadn’t realised in the midst of soothing Aideus that he’d drifted off too.

When Elain came out of the bathroom. The sight of her two favourite males, sleeping, almost made her heart swoon.

Her muscled shadowsinger looking so docile and non threatening with a baby bundle on his chest. His large hand securing the child in place.

Aideus comfort and slight drooling, made her giggle. She wished the rest of their family could see the intimidating spymaster right now.

She knew Az was against the idea of him becoming a father but maybe this would change his mind. Seeing how great he was with his brother child.

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Can you grow your penis

of penis ovens and bodily paints

note: I’m hoping this was a feysand prompt hahahaha. I’m sorry it’s late, but it was a rather tough one. (sorry for all the other unanswered asks, too. I hope I’ll get to them soon)

note 2: this is not nsfw lol

Word count: 1.9k

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“Sir, I hate to rush you but there are customers waiting at the door. If you would please order…”

“I’m sorry for taking up this seat, madam. But as I have already told you, I am waiting for my date.”

She smiled. It was the fakest smile Rhys had ever seen. “Your… date,” he did not miss the meaningful pause, “is more than two hours late.”

His smile was just as forced when he said: “Then I am sure she’ll be here any moment now.”

The waitress sighed, and Rhysand felt a little guilty. She was only doing her job, and he knew how hard it was to deal with customers. However, he would have preferred a night of dealing with rude customers to his current predicament.

His blind date hadn’t shown up.

Rhysand Highlord Night had been stood up.

He stared at the chandelier hanging over his head and chuckled dryly. The most romantic restaurant he’d ever been to, and that’s where he got stood up. It was ironic, really. The only reason he’d even agreed to this cursed date was because it was his family’s not-so-subtle attempt to help him “get some”.

“Dip your wick,” Mor had told him with a wink as he’d left their house earlier.

“Drop your anchor,” Cassian had added with a shit-eating grin, slapping him on the back.

He supposed he only had himself to blame for following their plans. Mor’s friend was probably as gay as her, anyway.

“Rhys? Is that you?”

It took him a few tries to blink away the light stinging his eyes. Then a few more to believe the apparition before him was not just a figment of his desperate, lonely imagination. “Feyre?”

“Thank the Cauldron,” she said with a relieved smile. “I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me.”

“Not recognize the girl who painted my hair blue?”

She rolled her eyes. “I see now that I shouldn’t have worried.”

He laughed, pleased at the unexpected direction his evening had taken. He gestured to the seat across from him. “Feyre of the Fey, would you care to join me?”

She shook her head in amusement. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“On what?”

“I overheard you with the waitress. Aren’t you on a date?”

He averted his gaze towards the orchestra on the other side of the room. “I’m here alone.”

He could see her frown from the corner of his eye.

“Rhysand of the Night Court,” she enunciated slowly. “Are you telling me you just got stood up?”

He finally met her eyes. “She didn’t want to date a High Lord. Too demanding, she said.”

“Ah,” Feyre said, smile growing as she sat. “Can’t say I blame her.”

“But I blame you for this title.”

She raised her hands in defense. “It wasn’t my fault. The universe had spoken. I was merely the vessel.”

They stared at each other, lips twitching, before collapsing into laughter.

“How do you come up with this stuff?”

“Honestly? No idea. Something about you just… sets my imagination on fire.”

His smile turned suggestive and she rolled her eyes, though he didn’t fail to notice the blush that stained her cheeks the loveliest shade of pink.

“Arrogant prick.”

“Feyre darling, I must say your imagination hasn’t improved much since our middle school days.”

She smirked. “You’d be surprised.”

The waitress appeared then. “I see your date has arrived, sir.”

Maybe it was meeting someone from his preteen days, maybe it was the absence of fucks he had left after an embarrassing evening, but Rhysand desperately wanted to say “told you so”.

Feyre didn’t miss a beat. “So sorry, madam. I got held up. Rhysand darling went through all this trouble for our 55th day anniversary, and I wanted to do something special from him.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I got a Brazilian wax. He just loves licking chocolate off me and Cauldron knows there is nothing worse than chocolate flavored - ”

“YES, MADAM,’ the red faced waitress positively yelled. “I will get your menus now,” she finished in a quieter, all be it strangled voice, looking anywhere but them.

Rhys lifted one eyebrow. “I take it back. Your imagination has evolved wonderfully.”

“An adult imagination to suit my adult needs,” she quipped back, eyes dancing. Was she… flirting?

“It doesn’t have to be imaginary, darling. I’m an adult too, and I can meet all your adult needs.”

Her pupils flared at the seductive tone he’d used and he was hooked.

“So,” her voice was husky, “Rhysand.” She drew out the sand, and he knew she hadn’t used his favored nickname on purpose. “There is a question I’ve wanted to ask you all these years.”

He looked at her expectantly, his heart giving a little twinge as she leaned a bit closer, her blue eyes catching the light of the chandelier hanging above them. This was starting to feel too much like a date, and his heart was behaving accordingly. A date with Feyre… many sleepless nights had gone on planning that fantastical event. He’d always imagined it was like hanging out with Santa, or world peace. Easy to imagine, almost impossible to accomplish.

The waitress was once again at their side, further delaying Feyre’s fateful question. She put a glass of champagne in front of both of them, quietly muttering on the house, before rushing away from them.

Feyre’s eyes hadn’t left Rhysand’s.

“Can you grow your penis?”

Rhys was glad they hadn’t ordered their food yet. He was sure he would have choked on his dinner and/or spit it at her otherwise. “Excuse me?”

Feyre laughed. It sounded better than the music played by the orchestra. “I suppose that’s a no?”

He just looked at her, too dumbfounded to answer. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. So he decided to indulge in her beauty. He drank in her rosy cheeks, her crinkled eyes, how her drink swirled in the glass she held loosely in her hand as she shook with laughter.

She finally quieted down, though her smile was bright. She put down her champagne and wiped her tears with a napkin. “Don’t you remember?”

Rhysand only shook his head, smiling, too.

“Do you remember the day it was snowing, and we begged our PE teacher to let us play hide-and-seek?”

“Oh yes, I remember hiding in the janitor’s closet.”

Feyre nodded excitedly. “Yes! And I hid in the abandoned rooftop, even though we weren’t even supposed to leave the gym. Because it was snowing, school ended early; but since no one found us, we didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I remember that. The janitor’s closet was dark, and the hallway was so quiet. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.”

She blinked in surprise. “Really? You told me you had been meditating!”

“I wasn’t about to tell the most beautiful girl in school that I had yelped when a broom fell on my head, was I?”

“You - ” Feyre stopped mid-sentence, realising what he’d said. “You thought I was the most beautiful girl in school?”

Rhysand kept his face blank. “It was a widely agreed upon opinion.”

Feyre shook her head. “No, it really wasn’t.”

Rhysand felt himself flush. He was willing to do anything to change the subject. So he asked a question he never thought he would.

“So, what were you saying about my penis?”

Feyre stared at him a moment longer, before looking away with a small smile. She cleared her throat and leaned her head against her hand as she said, “When the bell didn’t ring at 6 o’clock, I went to class. Only your bag was left. I figured I’d search for you. I thought you’d be in the old bathroom by the staircase, for some reason. It was just my luck that you stumbled out of the janitor’s closet as I passed it.”

Rhysand laughed under his breath. “Sure. It was luck.”

“What?”

“I remember how the night went from there. We found out that we got locked in and our cells had no reception. We had to stay there until someone noticed our absence. We played twenty questions, and I discovered that you had a star shaped birthmark beneath your collarbone that you always tried to hide. That you didn’t like meat in general but would kill for a hot dog. That you wanted your first kiss to be on the winter solstice, the day you were born.”

Feyre gaped at him. “You remember all of that?”

“And more. I’m just keeping it for future blackmail,” he said in an attempt to hide the obvious crush he’d had on her.

“And somehow you forgot about the penis thing.”

A shrug. “I have a selective memory.”

“Well, I asked you what superpower you would like to have. It was my first question after what’s your favorite color, and I figured it was a nice way to ease into the game. I expected flying or fire bending or some other common answer, but instead I got –” she trailed off as she started laughing again.

Rhysand was beginning to guess how the story ended.

“You said: I wish I could grow my penis. You know, like in Back to the Future 2 when they put a small pizza in the microwave, and it came out triple-sized? Something like that, but for dicks.”

Rhysand was sure he was blushing. How stupid he had been.

“In the years after that, I always looked at the newspapers and wondered, did Rhysand revolutionize the world yet?”

He could only stare.

“Sometimes, when I got drunk and started feeling sorry for myself, I remembered you and thought: at least my dick is not so small that I need a triple-sizing dick microwave.”

Rhysand was torn between reveling in her laughter and wanting the earth to swallow him whole.

“Well, that’s rich, coming from the girl who wanted her body to secrete paint instead of the physiological fluids.”

Feyre’s smile melted off her face. “You remember that?”

“I told you.” He smirked. “I have a selective memory.”

“I feel like the chosen one,” she said sarcastically.

“Because you are, Feyre of the Fey.”

“The chosen one?”

“Yes.”

“Of what?”

“Of the Fey.”

She tapped her finger against her chin, contemplating. “I have no interest in being chosen by the Fey population. I would much rather have the attention of a High Lord.”

“Did you have a particular one in mind?” Rhys drawled.

Feyre’s eyes dropped to his lips. “I am open to suggestions.”

The waitress chose that exact moment again to reappear. “I am sorry to interrupt your 55th day anniversary… moment… of the year. But you haven’t ordered yet.”

“I want triple-sized meat,” Feyre declared with a salacious smile.

“I want my chocolate treat,” Rhys said with an even dirtier grin. “But lasagna bolognese will do for now.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Guys, you do know this is a vegan restaurant, right?”

Feyre stood up, and only then did Rhys notice that she was wearing a dark blue dress that hugged her in all the right places. His eyes took the long way to her face.

The hunger he found there made him stand up as well.

Feyre’s smirk told him she knew where his eyes, and mind, had been. “I think I’ll go have my meat elsewhere.”

“And my chocolate.”

Rhys bowed as he extended a hand to Feyre. Feyre ran her fingers over his forearm before placing her hand in the crook of his elbow. They strode to the doors, ignoring the waitress’s shocked little squeaks.

“Time to put that penis of yours in its rightful oven,” Feyre whispered in his ear.

Really, this was turning out to be one of the best evenings Rhys had ever had.

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