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[onlybeeewrites]

A Dance of Ash and Steel

Requested: No <3

Pairing: Oc!FemElara x ????, platonic!Azriel x oc!Elara

Warnings: blood, gore, violence, cursing, characters being assholes

A/N: Omg??? Bee’s posting again??? Yeah I read the entire ACOTAR series and have been itching to write so I hope you all enjoy! This is my first time writing for and original character so I really hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think! 

A Dance of Ash and Steel: Part 2

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Breathe.

Breathe. 

Breathe.

Breath.

The pain was hard to breathe through. More so than usual. That was saying a lot too considering she liked to believe she had a high pain tolerance. 

But the pain seeped into her bones like rain into the dirt. Soaking into her being and clinging to her bones with every movement. Every breath. Every heartbeat. 

Yes. She had trained for this. Prepared herself mentally for years. Trained to withhold her tongue. Trained to learn to just take it. To be the warrior that she was born for. To follow the instincts and unrest that flowed in her very veins. She was trained to take the pain and power through it before one of three options occurred.

Number one, she somehow finds a way out of there.

Number two, someone somehow realizes she’s been taken and somehow knows where she is to come get her out.

Or number three, death. 

The third wasn’t particularly her favorite option, but between the three choices? It seemed to be one the Cauldron was favoring. 

How long had it been? Weeks? It had to have been that at least. But she couldn’t tell. There was nothing in that Cauldron damned cell that would help her tell, or even hint. The only thing that allowed her to have an idea of time was when the autumn court soldier would come by with her food. Never anything substantial. Just enough food and water to keep her alive. 

She could feel the weakness of it effecting her. She could only a few days in after her first interrogation. It was the classic beating. The threats. Urging her to share what her High Lord has been up to. What her brother had been up to. 

But she didn’t utter a word. She hadn’t spoken a word, not to them. Unlike her smartass brother, Elara always knew when to keep her mouth shut. Though that always seemed to piss them off more. 

But it told her one thing.

Beron was paranoid. 

Why? She was still trying to figure that out. The concussion didn’t help either but that wasn’t the point. It didn’t matter what she knew if she couldn’t get out.

But that was the hard part wasn’t it? Her eyes could barely stay open those days. Exhaustion settling deep into her bones. Her wings, though cut up, they were still in tact, sagging behind her. Her dark hair matted, sticking to her forehead, covered in dirt and grime. 

Cauldron she really needed a bath. And Madja. And Rhys. Mor. Az. Cassian.

It wasn’t unusual for them all to be away for weeks at a time. Whether it be Cassian to the camps or Azriel when he would be away on a spying mission for Rhys. 

A pained breath left her cracked lips, her head rolling forward, her chin resting against her sternum. It had been hours since she had been fed. Almost a day. Maybe a day? 

Her mind was growing more and more cloudy each day. Weaker. None of it was good. The longer she waited. The longer she was held there the more difficult it would be to escape. 

Her hands flexed slightly against the chains that bound them at her sides. The same ones where her emerald green siphons would be. But those were taken too. Everything was taken. Her blades. Her two Illyrian daggers that were always at her waist; gifts from Azriel. And her Illyrian sword, Avisra; her gift from Cassian. 

She wasn’t sure where they were, but she wanted—needed—to get them back before she even thought about escaping.

It was times like this where she really wished she had some of Rhy’s fancy powers. And it was times like this where she hated it, but she felt completely helpless. Weak. And for once in a very long time….hopeless.

“For an Illyrian warrior…” a voice crooned, breaking the silence of the damp cell, and clearing the running ongoing thoughts that ran through Elara’s head, “I’m surprised it only took a few weeks to get you all broken and quiet like this,”

Her hazel eyes dragged their way up. Looking from the floor under her, all the way up to spot Eris. Heirs to the Autumn Court. And she wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid fucking grin on his stupid face.

“C’mon, little bird. Don’t you want to go home? I doubt you want to stay here with me for longer than you need to,” he taunted, walking across the cell to where she was bound to the stone wall. His hands were comfortably tucked in his pockets, his boots echoing off the floor.

Elara just glared at him. Hating him, first of all because she fucking despised the guy. And she didn’t forget what he had done to Mor; who had grown to be like her own sister. And just like Cassian, Elara became incredibly protective. So she gathered up whatever moisture was left in her dry mouth and *spat* at Eris and staring him down.

Eris’ amusement flickered away, like snuffing out a light. Quick and instant. He wiped away the spit before reaching up and grabbing her cheeks with his hand, causing her lips to pucker.

“I’m trying to help you get out of here. If you stopped being a stubborn brat you’d see that.” He growled before gripping her face tighter and letting go with such force, her hair jerked sideways.

“So I’m going to give you this one chance. I’m going to leave the door unlocked. And you’re going to have about….ten minutes before the next guards come for your interrogation. Good luck, little bird,” 

Eris turned on his heel stalking away from the Illyrian female. His expression blank, though Elara couldn’t see it. Though the last thing she saw was a wave of his hand, leaving the door open. 

And the next thing she knew she fell to her knees. Her torn leathers scraping against the cold and dirt stained ground. 

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she pulled her sore arms close to her. Her wrists red and raw. But free.She didn’t think twice after that, stumbling to her feet, she let out a groan as her body screamed in protest. Cuts, bruises, burns littered her skin along with grime and dirt and sweat.

She sure was a sight to behold.

She stretched out her wings, thanking the Mother that they were unharmed. A few cuts here, but nothing that would hinder her ability to fly. Her wings weren’t the biggest. And she may not have been the strongest. But by the Cauldron, she was fast. Faster than her brothers. And being fast was all that she needed.

Tucking her wings then tightly to her back, she waited for her vision to stop swimming before she moved through the dim corridors of the Autumn Court dungeons. Or at least what she assumed it was. 

Though before she could find a way out, she needed a few things. 

She needed her weapons. Her daggers, sword, and siphons. 

Barefoot, clad in torn leathers, she pressed herself against the cold stone walls, her every sense on high alert. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood—not hers, not this time. The guards would notice her absence soon when they came around and she needed to be long gone before then.

The hallway opened into a larger chamber, the dim torchlight barely cutting through the darkness. And there, at the far end of the room, she saw them.

Her daggers. Her sword.

Relief and adrenaline surged through her veins as she staggered toward them, ignoring the way her vision swam. 

Almost there.

But then, she stopped.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

The metallic scent of blood was stronger here, more pungent. It wasn’t just the lingering stench of violence. But was fresh.

Elara’s hand reached for the hilt of her sword, but she hesitated as her eyes darted around the room. And then she saw them.

The autumn court guards.

All three of them lay sprawled across the floor, their bodies still warm, throats slit cleanly—too cleanly. There was no sign of a struggle. No sound of a fight.

Just silence.

And then—movement.

The shadows stirred before she could react, curling at the edges of the room, slithering toward her like living things. Her body tensed, instinct screaming at her to *run*, but a familiar presence swept over her, dark and comforting all at once.

Elara turned sharply, her heart still hammering from the adrenaline.

Azriel stood at the other end of the room, his siphons glowing faintly, shadows swirling around his boots like a second skin. His scarred hands were relaxed at his sides, but there was a sharpness in his hazel eyes—a fury barely contained.

She exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Az.” Her voice was hoarse, relief thick in the single syllable.

His gaze swept over her, assessing, calculating. He didn’t miss the bruises and raw red skin on her wrists, the cut above her brow, the way she swayed slightly as if her body was on the verge of giving out. Her usual tawny skin was now a concerning paler shade.

Then, with a single, slow blink, he said, “Took you long enough.”

Elara huffed a tired laugh, though the sound was laced with exhaustion. Her body now relaxing as she felt the security of her brother, “You could have gotten here sooner.”

Azriel stepped forward, his movements fluid, silent—always so damn silent. “You seemed to have things under control.”

She rolled her eyes, but when she went to grab her daggers, her hands trembled. Azriel saw it, of course he did, but he said nothing. Instead, he reached out, gently pressing one of the blades into her palm. The weight of it was grounding.

Elara tightened her grip around the hilt, her fingers flexing as she forced her breathing to steady. Now wasn’t the time to break. She could do that in the privacy of her own room. Maybe while in the bath. After her report to Rhys. Swallowing she then fastened the siphons to the back of her gloves. 

“Cassian?” she asked after a moment, her voice quiet. Trying to remain steady. Trying to remain the warrior she was trained to be.

“He’s waiting.” Azriel’s expression didn’t change, but there was something softer in the way he spoke, in the way his shadows curled toward her as if offering comfort. “Rhys sent me ahead.”

Elara nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Azriel reached for her sword, fastening it to her back with swift, efficient movements, as if sensing she didn’t have the strength to do it herself.

She should have said thank you. Should have let herself lean into the comfort of his presence. But she only nodded again, steeling herself.

Azriel watched her carefully, then, in that quiet, steady voice of his, he said, “Let’s go home.”

And this time, Elara let out a breath of relief, because home had never sounded so good.

It wasn’t long before she bathed, changing into some comfortable clothes. But her mind kept wonder back to how she got home in the first place. It was almost infuriating that she didn’t escape on her own. No. She wouldn’t have been able to break out of that cell by herself. Not without his help.

Him. Eris. The heir to the autumn court. Went and helped her. Why? She had no idea. And she went over it hundreds of times in her head, almost as if she missed something. Anything, really. Though what stuck out was his last words to her before he left.

“Good luck, little bird,”

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The night air was cold as Azriel pulled them through the shadows, the tendrils of darkness wrapping around them like a second skin. Elara clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay upright, but the exhaustion was creeping in, threatening to drag her under. Her body ached, bruises deepening with every breath, but she refused to let it slow her down.

She had fought her way out of that cell. She had survived. She could make it home.

Azriel’s grip on her arm was firm, steady—grounding. The first tingling of comfort she’d felt in weeks. Three weeks maybe? It seemed to have been that long according to what Eris hinted at.

“Almost there,” Azriel murmured, his voice cutting through the stillness between them. But his grip tightened slightly on her, urgent, eager to get her back home. 

She swallowed hard, nodding even though her legs trembled beneath her. Shadow traveling had always left her disoriented. She didn’t do it often, always opting for flying. But after everything she had been through, it felt like her bones were being pulled in a hundred directions at once.

The wind shifted, and then, in an instant, Velaris came into view. The soft glow of the Sidra, the twinkling lights of the city—home.

Elara barely had time to process it before they landed just outside the townhouse. Her knees buckled, her balance slipping, but before she could hit the ground, Azriel’s arms were around her.

“Steady,” he murmured, holding her against him.

She gritted her teeth, frustrated by the weakness in her limbs. “I’m fine.”

Azriel huffed quietly, unimpressed. “You’re barely standing.”

She wanted to argue, but before she could, the door to the townhouse was wrenched open.

Cassian.

His face was a storm of emotion—anger, worry, relief all crashing together as his gaze landed on her.

“Elara.”

She barely had time to brace herself before he was there, his arms wrapping around her tightly. The impact sent a fresh wave of pain through her ribs, but she didn’t care.

She let herself sink into the warmth of her brother’s embrace, let herself breathe for the first time since she had been taken.

“I’m fine,” she murmured against his shoulder.

Cassian pulled back just enough to cup her face, his eyes scanning every bruise, every cut, his jaw tightening. “You are *not* fine.”

Before she could snap back, more figures appeared in the doorway.

Rhys. Mor. Amren. Her family. 

Their eyes were sharp, their worry evident, but Elara could barely focus on them before Cassian was turning on Azriel.

“What happened?” His voice was low, dangerous.

Azriel didn’t flinch. “Autumn Court ambush. She escaped on her own. I tracked her before they could find her again.”

Cassian’s fists clenched at his sides, fury simmering in his hazel eyes. “They’re dead?”

Azriel gave a slow, cold nod. “Every single one. That I saw at least.”

Elara swallowed, watching as Cassian’s shoulders tensed, his breathing heavy. But then he looked back at her, and all the fight drained from his face.

“I should have been there.” His voice was barely more than a whisper.

Elara shook her head. “You were. I just had to find my way back.”

Cassian exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before pulling her in again, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Then, Mor was there, stepping forward with soft but determined eyes. “Let’s get you inside.”

Elara wanted to protest—wanted to tell them she was fine—but her body betrayed her, her exhaustion catching up all at once.

Azriel’s hand brushed against her back, a silent reassurance, before Cassian lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

She didn’t fight him. Didn’t argue.

Because for the first time in weeks, she was safe.

She was home.

[readychilledwine]

Hellos. Could do something where the reader is azriel mate and they are kidnapped. She sacrifices her wings to save his life. And mention how az is angry that it happened and whatever u think will look good. Thank you.

👀👀👀👀 I, uh, may have a thing for shattering my own heart only to pick up the pieces. So yes. Yes, I can. Hopefully, you enjoy it, and I did it justice, dearest!

Beauty in Pain

Azriel x Illyrian reader

Warnings - not over descriptive mentions of torture and dismemberment, Azriel goes feral, depression, the usual unedited by an outside source.

Word count -2030

Peep pt 2

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You were better trained than this. 

That reminder was echoing inside your mind like a war drum, beating senselessly into your thoughts as you were dragged down the barely lit pathway under the temple. You knew no one was coming. Faebane had blocked the mating bond, blocked your ability to call Rhys or Feyre. You'd be lucky if they found you, alive or dead.

It had started a routine mission. Head to the war camps, ask the leader for reports, speak with the females, head home to your mate.

Your mate. The one you prayed had felt the bond grow cold despite the many promises to never shut each other out. The one who'd slaughter every single male involved in this when he found out where you were, who had you, and what they planned to do or will have done.

You didn't fight as they laid you face down on the concrete block in the room. They had planned this, planned how long to keep you on a specific dose of faebane, no food, and no water. Planned the beatings used to weaken you on a cycle. You felt it and flinched as two sets of hands roughly grabbed your left wing. 

You were prepared to be clipped as a form of torture for the information they wanted. You knew it was coming. But as blinding pain left you with no choice but to scream out for your mate, for your brother, for Rhysand, you knew the plan was worse than you had imagined.

But you did not yield. You bared the pain, allowing it to try and break you until the world grew cold and dark.

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Azriel was pacing Rhysand's office. He had not slept in the 7 long days you had been overdue for, at the very least, a check in, after the missive Rhys and Cassian had received.

They have not started training the females. I will be home or rewrite soon. I promise. The three Illyrian males had trusted you to handle it. They had trusted you would be safe, unharmed, respected. 

And despite every alarm ringing in his heart, mind, and soul, Azriel had not gone to you right away. 

Rhysand's eyes glazed over, his face dropping slowly as he received whatever message he was receiving. He came back to them slowly, moving without speaking as he started grabbing weapons and tossing them to Azriel and Cassian. 

The High Lord's voice was dealthy calm as he finally spoke. "A set of wings, freshly removed, was just found outside of my mother's cabin. There's no signs of (y/n) anywhere in any of the camps the twins searched. The only thing reported to them was in the northernmost camp."

Rhysand breathed deeply. "A female was carried through the camp, unconscious with her head and body covered. That same night the camp heard screams from midnight until early into the morning."

Cassian's breath caught in his throat before he immediately grabbed Rhysand's arm. "Take me there, now." 

"How long ago," Azriel's voice had gone cold and detached. "How long ago did that happen? How long has she been sitting Mother knows where with untreated wounds or dead?"

Rhysand refused to look at Azriel, reaching to grab his brother's hand, before finally whispering. "4 days."

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The rescue had turned into a bloodbath. There was zero question as a panicked shadows all but dragged the three of them to an abandoned temple.

It reeked of her blood, her sweat, her tears. 

It held an almost haunting aura as if the terror and pain of her screams had scarred the ancient stone, marking it to forever echo her agony to anyone walking inside.

Azriel didn't want to ask questions. He didn't want prisoners. He wanted payment in blood. 

He had cut through every single male that appeared in their path before Rhysand and Cassian even had a chance to interfere on his way to the dungeons his shadows were pleading with him to get to quickly. 

And now one last male stood between him and the cell she laid unconscious in. "Move or be moved," Rhysand told him coolly. "I would not push your luck." 

The male stared at a blood soaked Azriel. His shadows were curling over his shoulders like snakes waiting to strike. His wings flared wide in dominance and anger. His 7 siphons glowing. 

The young male moved, allowing Rhysand to grab him and winnow him away to the Prison before Azriel could beat him to death as well. Cassian moved quickly to the door, opening it with the key they had found, before entering the small cell containing his sister.

The anguished sob that left Cassian was the only confirmation Azriel needed. "Y/n," he heard Cassian tapping your body. "Come on, sis. Wake up."

Dying. Azriel's shadows confirmed. Infections. We cannot safely winnow her. Rhys is bringing a healing team. Need more space. 

Azriel moved into the cell, holding the scream in his throat as he was overwhelmed with the urge to run to you. Cassian had you cradled into his chest, rocking you back and forth before looking up at Azriel, eyes rimmed with tears. "We need to get her somewhere that Madja can use to work on her. Rhys is bringing her and a team of healers here." Azriel held his arms out, a silent demand in the movement. 

Cassian only nodded. Standing and carefully transferring your beaten and bleeding body into Azriel's arms, following him out of the room.

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3 long weeks of silence had passed in the House of Wind. 

No one had gone to Azriel's room.

No one had spoken to him without the male lashing out.

There was nothing they could do to comfort him but allow him to be with you.

When you first got home, while you were lying unconscious with Madja, Helion, and Lucien looking after you, Rhys had managed to get out of the male Azriel allowed to live one very simple thing. 

You let them torture you, let them completely take your wings, to force you to look into death's eyes, and you had allowed them to do it to protect Azriel. You had refused to give them his schedule to visit the camps. You refused to tell them when he'd be there alone again. You refused to tell them which pathway he flew in using or where he'd shadow-walk himself to first.

You had lost your wings to protect him. Your husband, your mate.

Azriel had lost it then, guilt eating away at him, and began beating the male to death with his bare fists as Cassian and Rhysand just watched. They knew what was echoing in his mind. She will live, Madja had said, but she will never be the same. Her wings can't be reattached or saved, no one has the ability to give her back what was taken.

You hadn't spoken to Azriel, Rhys, or Cassian when you finally woke up. You only sat in your window, staring at the sky. 

The one you'd never feel going through your hair again. The one you'd never touch again. The one you'd never taste again.

It was funny, you thought to yourself, to have been protected and trained to ensure this never happened, only for the moment it did to come 500 long years later. 

It had been a full week later when Azriel cornered you in the shower and just held your naked body for you two to speak. Another week passed before you allowed him to kiss you and hold you without him having to force the contact. You had yet to show interest in leaving the bedroom the two of you shared. 

You felt familiar scarred hands on your bare shoulders, wrapping around to your collarbones before running up the front of your neck and tilting your head back. "Dinner alone tonight or dinner with our family?" His voice was scratched from the crying you two had been doing. His eyes were swollen and red. "I already know the answer, I just need to verbally hear it."

"I wish to be alone." He nodded. Taking the cue and leaving you to your window as he sat back on the couch, head falling into his hands, as he began to cry again.

You watched his shoulders shaking, listened to his almost silenced sniffling. You knew things had forever changed in your relationship. 

There would be no more missions for you.

No more trips with Amren away from him.

No more walking Velaris alone.

There would be no more date nights spent flying.

No more jumping from high places together, allowing yourselves to fall until the last possible second, only to spread those precious wings.

There'd be no more wing play late into the early mornings, edging each other with small touches in certain places until you were both begging for relief.

But you knew deep down, more than anything, there would be a new Azriel. One that would have one more thing to hold against himself. One that would have one more moment of his life to look back on and use as an argument for how he wasn't enough.

And you couldn't have that. You would not stand for it.

You couldn't have the broken male you had spent time healing with, growing with, and struggling with. You could not have the one who blamed himself for every little thing again.

You stood on slightly unstable feet, and walked to your closet, a shadow trailing you. Rhys had immediately replaced your clothing, ensuring you would not have to go through ordering it yourself, and had the twins place the new materials into your closet. A simple black dress was what you picked. It would stop right above your knees, hug your torso beautifully. You closed the closet door, calling for Rhys silently in your mind and jumping as his hands appeared behind you. "I need help." You whispered. 

His eyes searched yours before nodding and helping you change into the dress. Allowing you to use him to balance. A kiss was placed on the back of your head as he laced it up. Gentle, but full of emotion. And he winnowed away. 

You left the closet, walking to Azriel on the couch slowly with a pair of his trousers and a black button-up shirt in hand. "I changed my mind. I'm craving that cake, the almond one with the vanilla frosting."

Azriel scoffed lightly. "I am not leaving you to go get cake. I will ask Rhysand-"

"I need you to fly me there, Az. I want to go get the cake, eat it at the Cafe with coffee, and then I want you to take me for a walk on the Sindra. And maybe go to that book store. The used book one."

He was silent before looking at you. His hazel eyes were full of question. "Y/n-"

"If my mate will not take me, I will ask my brother. I want cake, and I want my husband to take me to get it."

"I don't think you understand how heartbreaking not being able to truly fly is going to be, my heart."

You only repeated yourself, voice smaller this time. "If my mate will not take me, I will ask my brother. I want cake." You paused, eyes welling with tears. "I deserve cake and coffee. If I want cake and coffee for dinner, I expect my mate, the male who married me and bound himself to me, to take me."

Azriel nodded. Grabbing the clothing from you and he changed in silence. He stood on the balcony waiting as you took calming breaths and walked outside for the first time in many weeks.

"I am not responsible for the setback in your mental health after this." 

"No, but you are monetarily responsible for my cake and purchases. Let's go." He took you in his arms, holding you close to his chest and took off hard. 

And in that moment, you both knew something new had begun. You were laughing as he concentrated way more than usual to fly. You were smiling at how this allowed you to feel his body heat, to hear his heartbeat, to touch his face. 

You were laughing at how he began genuinely laughing at you. Not understanding where the sudden joy filling the bond and over flowing it like a faucet set to run for too long came from.

It wasn't until he paused in the sky, hovering so he could look down at your smiling face did you both realize something.

Losing your wings was just the beginning. 

[soupandstarz]

Ok but imagine Tamlin’s Illyrian SO who has clipped wings wearing this to a meeting with all the High Lords

[skyjasper]

The Devil and I

Reader X Azriel

Summary: the time for war has come, yet her powers have not. What will she do when everyone she loves, including her mate, is suffering on the battlefield below.

Warnings: gore, violence, light NSFW, talks of sex.

A/N: ik yall wanted a new AZ one shot soooo here you are :))) this is based off of the song Me and the Devil. If you wanna check out my other works you can do so here:

Masterlist.

Word count: 1.07 K (short IK)

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The war raged on the battlefield below her, screams of agony wailing through the wind. She was completely powerless as her mate fought. She watched her high lord cast waves of his power, killing multiple as he engaged in combat. She was on her knees, hands digging into the land below her. She heard Azriels roaring scream all the way from her cliff top.

“Please Mother. I beg for some forgiveness, please give me a tool to help fight. We are losing, I can’t stand by. Please Mother, grant me the powers that were stolen from you by my ancestors for promise I will return it.” She whispered into the grass with her head bowed. 

Something tugged on her hands, pulling her fingers into the land. A small scream escaped her before the rest of her was covered with roots and dirt. Her body was pulled deep into the ground, small bugs crawling over her. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t move as something forced its way down her mouth. 

Dirt and dust filled her body, humming as if to say if you want power so bad then have it. Then her body was being forced out of the ground, new things adorned her body. Cufflinks made of root and tree wrapped itself around her arms. Her former clothing, now replaced by a garment made of leaves and flowers, covering the most delicate parts of her.

Vines raked up her legs and around her body, hounding her together. Her hair was now braided down her back with vines and flowers growing out of her hair, the top of her head was now adorned with a crown made of tree twigs and cones. 

She felt the power flowing through her body, thrumming under her skin. A large root grew out of the ground where she stood, lifting her into the air. She felt more than heard the silence on both fronts. When she looked down she was met with a ground looking back at her. She stepped off the cliff, trusting her powers to allow roots to carry her to the ground. As her foot made contact with solid earth the war raged again. 

Yet this time the screams were pointed towards her. The few who attempted to attack her were frozen in place with vines crawling over their feet. The vines and roots slithered up their bodies and down their mouths still opened in a scream. She watched as vines popped out of every crevice, their eyes, ears, noses, even through their pores. She absorbed their power as they were turned into dirt.

She heard Azriels loud grunt from her right. Her head snapped to the sound, eyes zeroing in on the perpetrator causing his pain. She tugged on the gold thread in between them. She walked quickly towards him, slaughtering anyone and everyone in her path. Her eyes were set on her mate and she would stop at nothing to get to him. 

When she did get to him, his attacker was already headless. She turned to her mate, his blue siphons flaring as they made eye contact. She felt his pride and heat flow through the bond. 

“My little huntress.” He whispered as he stalked to her.

The battle around them seemed to disappear as he neared. All she could hear was her heart beating out of her chest. Her hands reached into his hair when he got close enough. He smiled down at her with a predatory smirk, his shadows going crazy around him. 

She smashed her lips to his blood covered lip. Her hands pulled on his hair as his hands met her back side. One of his arms stayed on her butt while the other snuck around her waist, pulling her closer. Rooting swirled over both of their feet as she let out a small moan.

“Show them what you’re made of. Show them exactly how strong you are. Remind them to never underestimate you ever again.” He whispered against her mouth. 

His wings flared as one of her hands grazed their most sensitive spots.

“End this war. Once and for all?” She asked against his lips. With a wicked smirk he nodded.

A matching smirk fell upon her face as she lifted the two of them, slightly above the blood and gore. She turned, her back now flush with the shadowsingers front. She looked upon the masses and with a wicked smile she unleashed her power upon Hybern. 

Multiple thick, stocky roots broke from the ground, obliterating anyone who stood on their ground. Thick ropes of ivy surrounded the other soldiers, squeezing until their body’s burst, blood rained upon the soldiers of Hybern. 

New screams were heard, screams of cheer and victory rang out loud. Her power continued to flow, killing every last soldier. She found the king and wrapped him with a large root, carrying him to the feet of the oldest Archeron sister. Allowing her to exact her revenge.

The blood reached both her Azriel. She felt it pour down her face, over her leaves. She felt Azriels hand tighten around her waist and his lips making contact with her neck. She let her head roll onto Azriels shoulder as he kissed the most sensitive spot on her neck. 

The war was over, they had won. She had obliterated Hybern, all for her mate. She gained power from the mother for her mate. She lowered the pair over to where all the high lords stood. Her head bowed to the powerful beings.

“Do not bow, girl. Stand tall, for you have just won.” Ameren spoke. Her voice was different, clearer now. She was unsure of what all happened in the fight, but she was sure of one thing. That she would no longer be weak. 

The high lords offered her a hand. A voice of sorts. When she called upon the mother to return her power, she did not answer.

Keep it. I have no use for it. Find lands to raise, take care of the earth girl. 

With a nod she shook each of their hands. Then she turned back to her mate, a look of exhaust in her eyes. He nodded with understanding, taking her hand and winnowing them to their tent in the woods.

It was there that he claimed her body, again and again. Their tent was now surrounded by trees and flowers. 

“My huntress.” He whispered into her thighs.

“My hunter.” She responded.

~~~~~~~

A/N:

Here’s a short little one shot :) I absolutely love this one.

Taglist:

@littlelunatica @going-through-shit @annaaaaa88 @i-am-infinite @impossibellesliteraryloves

[littlest-w01f]

Little Family

Cassian x Single mom!OC (Luna Kaldor)

CASSIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: When Cassian comes to pick Feyre up from her work, he sees a new girl with her, a girl who sits to herself silently and doesn't talk to any other children, his whole world shifts on its axis when the girl's mother walks in to take her home

Cw: None My fairly new writing

part one - part two - part three - part four

The Starfall was a month away, a year after the inner circle, with the help of Eris Vanserra had the upper hand to defeat Beron when he came to take their territories. But when there is a battle, there is loss, and the city of Velaris lost many lives when the Autumn army attacked the city's people.

One of those lives lost left Luna Kaldor to fend for herself and her child, she was quite thankful to her High Lady and new friend, Feyre Archeron, who had opened up her studio free of charge for every faeling to help them deal with their trauma and loss with the help of art.

Nova didn't like her class, she was the only new kid in weeks, and everyone there already had their friends. She knew she was different from the rest from the way, Feyre, her teacher's eyes had widened seeing her, not just her, but the fae tips of her ears paired with the Illyrian wings on her back.

Nova had felt different during classes in Velaris, but her mother had never let her feel bad about them. She was different from the High Fae, just as lesser Fae were different too.

Now after her father's death, her mother didn't have enough money to keep sending her to classes, or much money at all with how the male in their family had been the breadwinner, while he had Luna stay home to take care of their daughter.

It had taken them months to get into the routine that had now, Luna worked multiple jobs and while she worked, Nova would be in her art teacher's studio.

Nova looked at the mess of paint she had created on the blank canvas, a mess, it looked like a mess, she was a mess.

She knew her father's death had hit her mother hard too, but not in the way of how you would feel if you lost love, but support.

All little Nova knew, was that her parents had the most romantic life, her father, a High Fae, had saved her mother, a female he fell in love with, an Illyrian who was thrown away after having her wings ripped out.

But after a hundred years of marriage, their love had died out, especially after their daughter was born, not because she was a female but because she was born with large Illyrian wings, wings larger than Illyrian children usually had.

Nova frowned slightly, watching the children hang out when each other while she sat by herself, her teacher joining her out of what she asumed, was pity, she felt slightly sad for her High Lady, her teacher who would try to talk to her, hoping she would talk back. Feyre asked her about what she was making, and why she chose the colours she did. Nova only gave a short reply, because she did not know the answer to the questions herself. All Nova knew was that it was a mess of colours.

Cassian had got himself one of Feyre's favourite pastries as he reached closer to the rainbow, he had wanted to pick her up from her class after the day's end, he entered her studio, smiled at the few kids whose parents were yet to pick them up and then pulled his best friend into a bear hug.

"Feyre!" Cassian chuckled, spinning his High Lady around. The fae children had their eyes wide at the Illyrian male with wings tucked in tight who stood in the middle of the studio. Nova gawked at the male, at those wings, wings like hers, and Cassian instantly noticed the girl too, no older than 6 years.

The wings were what drew them both to grow curious about each other, Feyre looked between her friend and her student, and a smirk formed on her face, the smirk of a matchmaker.

"That's Nova, a new student, just started two months ago." Feyre told Cassian, "Her mother officially made her a perminent student a month ago."

Cassian looked at the girl, his eyes noticing the Fae tips of her ears, "She's a halfblood." A statement, not a question, something easily seen.

"Why didn't you tell Rhysand about her?" Cassian asked her.

Feyre blushed suddenly, "I didn't think of it...?" She offered sheepishly while smiling at a couple parents who picked up the last of her students.

"Her mother will pick her up soon, we need to stay till she shows up, I have to talk to her." Feyre sat down, in a strategic way that made Nova and Cassian sit close, opposite each other, her eyes on the door, waiting for Luna to show up, she could talk about inviting her to a family dinner, introduce her friend and her daughter to her family.

Luna entered almost instantly, Nova smiled at her mother and rushed into her arms, "Mommy!" She cheered, her wings fluttering happily.

Feyre watched, holding a breath in as Cassian spun to look at Luna, his breath got caught in his throat as he watched the mother and daughter embrace, the female, she was who he had been looking for all his life, a thread of gold attached itself to him, reaching out to her, the snap almost instantly.

Luna looked up from her daughter to her friend, her eyes caught the Illyrian male, Cassian, whom she knew from his signature red siphons. Cassian gave her a soft smile and her knees nearly buckled at the bond that connected to her.

{Cassian Taglist: @novalovi}

[acourtofladydeath]

TTBW Chapter 7: And Learn to Fly

And so this story comes to an end, as all things do.

In the final chapter, Emerie helps Cassian meet a new training partner, and the future of Illyria is discussed.

Start the fic from the beginning here, catch a new snippet below, or read the whole final chapter on AO3. Listen along to the playlist as you read!

It had been several weeks since Emerie had talked to her best friends. She’d ensured that the town stayed clear of Cassian and Nesta’s cabin once they returned to Illyria. Though the mates may not have known it then, she could tell they were about to “seal the deal,” so to say. The flashes of red and blue that night had been bright enough everyone chose to heed her warning. They would come out when they were ready. Whether the town would be ready for them was a different story.  Emerie occasionally walked by to drop off supplies for the newly mated trio and check on their progress from a very, very far distance that she deemed safe. Nesta had constructed a small hutch to communicate and leave things for each other.  Some days, when Emerie walked by to plant supplies, she spied the trio working in a small training ring they’d constructed by the cabin.  Each time, Cassian would be flanked by his mates, helping him regain his strength and learn to balance again. His wings' new range of motion greatly affected his ability to move, and he’d toppled over more than once. Each muscle in his back and shoulders had to be retrained to compensate for the new way his wings hung, slightly lower to the floor - one off-kilter from center after his attempt to remove it completely.  One day, Emerie was packing up a care bundle for her friends and readying to leave it at the waypoint when the bell above her door rang.  “Be quick,” Emerie said, “I have to run an errand.” She got enough business that she didn't care about pissing off a few customers; sometimes she even enjoyed it.  “I don’t think that errand will be necessary anymore.” Nesta’s voice was warm - her smile evident in each word. 

Finish the chapter on AO3.

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[seleneprince]

Low-key thinking about writing an au where Nesta ends up in the Court of Nightmares as a "punishment" by either Morrigan or Rhysand himself. They believe the experience would break her enough to make her compliant and finally learn her lesson.

But it doesn't quite turn out the way they expected

The Court of Nightmares breaks Nesta, and then puts her back together. Against all odds, she manages to turn the situation in her favour, by actually healing and experiencing some growth. Living in the Hewn City is an eye opener to her, showing her the dark side of the Night Court the IC are so adamant in ignoring. She makes unlikely friends, who all act indirectly as pillars of Nesta's journey to character development. Each of them represent a particular phase she has to pass

A blind assassin that was thrown there for certain crimes, exiled from his home until he repents. A male with a dark, tormented past that he carries with a playful attitude and wicked smile. He becomes Nesta's first friend in Hewn City, saving her from a fate worse than death shortly after her arrival.

A mysterious Illyrian lady with a moon tattoed on her forehead and the rest of her body covered in more tattoos usually wore only by Illyrian warriors. She owns and leads an illegal bussiness to sell all kind of dark magical services. Most of her employers are Illyrian females that ran to the Court of Nightmares to avoid the clipping tradition. She's also a witch, and very interested in Nesta's future.

An excentric half-Fae female who's best friends with the assassin and works as an spy. Her appareance is different than the average courtier, which hints that she's not really from the Night Court. She seems crazy and entirely unpredictable, usually at the centre of any chaotic situation that occurs, but she's much more than what she lets on. Her true origins are an essential twist for the plot

What was meant to be Nesta's punishment ends up with her accidentally setting in motion a revolution against the Night Court government.

[1800naveen]

Anyone got any Illyrian or Hewn city ocs?

I got one for each and I'm giving them angst all around (I mean, have you seen where they were born?) LOVE ANGST

Isolde:

Illyrian female

She's 90 years old

She fights to make Illyria a better place but no one takes her seriously

Got her wings clipped at 18 and later on ripped them off because there's no point in keeping them, had a nasty scar on her back.

She ended up giving up on this dream of hers and Illyria, moving to the spring court

She lives in a cave that she designed to her liking (get it?)

She has good parents who do their best to protect her. (might have to give them names later)

Hates Rhysand for not helping the women that suffer at the hands of men, leaving them to be crippled and used as broodmares.

Just like many Illyrians, she doesn't accept Rhysand as her high lord. Not the biggest fan of Feyre either. (Feyre using Illyrian wings even though she's aware the women get clipped: ☺️)

After her first week in the spring court, she asked Tamlin if he could possibly heal her back of her wounds where she tore off her wings and possibly grow her wings back when she found out of his healing and shapeshifting powers.

He does actually heal her wounds but for the wings part, he accidentally gave her dragon wings. Also the ability to shapeshift into a dragon. He was going to change it but Isolde stopped him. That was the moment when she accepted Tamlin as her high lord.

Personality wise, she's chilling most of the time and keeps to herself by resting in her cave.

She plans on getting her revenge for what happened to her and other Illyrian women (she may or may not slowly go mad with vengeance clouding her judgement)

Tamlin doesn't want her going back to Illyria in fear that she'll carry out her revenge plan.

What is her revenge plan? I don't know, can't think of something. But know that most of Illyria won't be safe (gonna turn her into a war criminal)

She's for the ladies.

Yara Nisa-Mortimer

Yara- small butterfly or lady of the waters (for this, it means lady of the waters). Nisa- has a few meanings but one of them is night. Mortimer- dead sea.

118 years old.

Was born in Hewn City as an only child to her parents, Nila Misa and Carys Mortimer. They're good people (I know, shocking)

Has great swordsmanship, great with knives and daggers, and spying. When you live in Hewn city, you need to know a few things in order to survive.

When she was 20, Rhysand came to pay a visit and while he was busy, she successfully snuck out of Hewn city, now free.

She also found out about the existence of Velaris and everything that goes on there. She was not happy at all.

Took her a week to reach the spring court as she would spend a day in each court for rest and food. By the time she made it, she looked like hell.

She didn't have enough strength and passed out but luckily, Tamlin was nearby and took her in.

She lives in a black cottage. She also chills in rivers or lakes in her "mermaid" form.

Aromantic asexual because the way men treated women down there terrified her and considering how women can get sold off, that was the deal breaker.

Here's how I imagined them since I can't draw for shit! Found the pictures all on Pinterest.

Yara:

dark sea nymph vibesss. THIS ART IS SO PRETTY (couldn't find credits for it)!

Isolde:

Yuhh. (The watermark I think is near the cloak on the right side but I can't make it out.)

[sapphireillyrian]

Masterlist

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Hey fellow SJM tumblr fam! I’m finally taking the dive and I’m going to attempt to be as consistent on tumblr as I possibly can be. I have raging adhd and executive dysfunction problems so I tend to go in and out of feeling productive and creative, please be patient with me. But I’ve been really inspired as of late and I have a fic that I’ve been working on for the last few weeks that I’m super excited to start sharing. My asks and requests are open as well ❤️

Our Raven - Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Part One - Coming Soon!!!

[goldenspringmornings]

controversial opinion I’m sure someone’s mentioned before but I don’t believe rhys actually loved his mother, I think he loves the idea of her and what she represents to him but if she’d lived I don’t think he’d be able to reconcile her love of Illyria and her love for him simply from how he talks about Illyria and his heritage as something horrifically Other about him. he sees being Illyrian as something he has to work past, something that’s handicapping him and not an intrinsic part of him. and I don’t think his mother would jive with that very well cause iirc it’s mentioned that she did love her people, and the way rhys, cassian and azriel treat the Illyrians on page would probably be very upsetting for her!

[ennawrite]

Question for my fic:

(also spoilers if any of you read When Night Bloomed)

Should the Illyrian women’s wings be fixed specifically by a woman of color? I have a character that I’m giving healer like magic to (think Yrene from the Throne of Glass series) and I think her magic + something like spider silk would be able to fix their wings, but my fmc is a white female (more specifically, she’s Tamlin’s daughter & it’s a Nyx x Tamlin’s daughter fic LMAO)

I started out with what I thought was a solid plan but now I’m wondering if that might be a bit insensitive? She wouldn’t be a savior at all imo, she’s more going in to help repair them & then leaving and is gonna be like “Make sure this shit doesn’t happen again 😑” to Nyx

It will also take a huge toll on her body, so it’s not like she’s healing them with zero ramifications. I don’t want it to feel like it was something that could have easily been done this entire time, as to not belittle their pain/suffering. And there will also be lots of moments with the Illyrian women telling their stories :’)

Maybe I’m overthinking it but I also don’t want to write something insensitive when I truly do admire Emerie & the other Illyrian women who have spent so long suffering under this sick and corrupt system.

Anyways, any feedback at all will be greatly appreciated. I promise no feelings will be hurt, I’m open to any and all criticism 🤍

[stonecoldholly]

It has been years, years, since I have written fanfiction (like 10 years. God, i just aged myself so bad) , and I have never posted it on Tumblr.

Since reading the ACOTAR series and completely falling into Maasverse, I have decided to change that, and I am actually excited to be writing again. I'm sure the panic will commence soon enough, though, as I am horribly out of practice.

If anyone reads this and ends up reading the series I am in the process of creating, I appreciate you. I know it's extremely unlikely any of you know any of my past writing, which i am grateful for, cause whew. Please bare with me as I figure my shit out.

While I have the rough drafts of the first four chapters, which are already very long without me going through and proofreading, I have yet to decide if I'm going with AzrielxOFC or CassianxOFC. I am a Cassian girlie, Azriel has wormed his way into my heart with a vengeance. So, let's leave it to a poll, shall we?

[arson-09]

The Vibes of my fanfic through songs

An ongoing mini series of lyrics from songs that relate to the fanfic im currently writing. The fic is still unpublished but i am working on it :)

From Eden by Hozier

Babe There's something wretched about this. Something so precious about this. Where to begin? Babe There's something broken about this. But I might be hoping about this. Oh, what a sin

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me, I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door

It seems to me that every relationship (platonic or romantic) that Tamlin finds himself in starts because he’s curious about them, drawn to them. Rhysand, Lucien, Feyre. Maybe it will end well this time

[dreamersinthedaylightinspo]

I keep writing the Thing about the siege of the Day Court under Amarantha and the Illyrians and long story short I actually made myself cry while writing this so I'm sharing it completely out of context

There were legends, in Illyria.

                Everyone knew the story of Igraine, who had become the Queen of Night, plucked like a flower from the barren mountainside. Scores had seen how Prince Rhysand had picked up the lowest bastards he could find, and bestowed them his favor, spiriting them off to a place that ordinary Illyrians did not and could not ever know.

                But they said it was beautiful, the Court of Dreams. The streets paved with starlight, and precious jewels growing from the trees like fruits. Tables overflowing, feasts every day, warm and soft beds with feather-stuffed pillows, and peace.

                Many people believed it was a myth but Azeneth had always been sure that he’d find it one day. If he worked hard and long enough. If he proved himself to the High Lord, who was half his kin by blood. If he trained more vigorously, if he went where he was told and fought the enemies of their court, and culled the weak from their ranks, and killed all the shameful, secret parts of himself that were unbecoming of a true warrior. Only then, once all the enemies were dead, would he be worth. Then he would see it. Then, he would be free.

                But he thought of Pyrrha. She was not his enemy. She was no one’s enemy, no matter what High Lords or High Queens would try to convince them. Even now, as he sat here, staring into the dark, she was fighting for her truth, her friends, her court.

                She was beautiful, and brave, and unlike the Court of Dreams, he knew for certain that she was real.

                Azeneth made a choice.

[thvndrlight]

more ocssss acotarxDA !

my mage boy Daniel and her illyrian mate Vega in medieval era

[littlest-w01f]

Little Family

Cassian x Luna

CASSIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: When Cassian comes to pick Feyre up from her work, he sees a new girl with her, a girl who sits to herself silently and doesn't talk to any other children, his whole world shifts on its axis when the girl's mother walks in to take her home

Cw: None

part one - part two - part three - part four

Luna stood outside the Riverhouse, holding Nova by her hand, her heart beating rapidly at the thought of meeting the Inner Circle of Night Court, the sun had set a few hours ago, leaving a blanket of darkness over them as the stars twinkled over them.

Luna couldn't decide what to wear, whether to be formal or not, not that she had many formal dresses, to begin with. She had dressed Nova in her favourite skirt and top, something her daughter wanted to wear everywhere, a habit that made Luna laugh, seeing Nova grab the same pair whenever they were going out to spend time together, the few hours they got.

For herself, Luna had chosen a rather simple dress, it was black, full-body, with a deep V-neck, the fabric clinging to her soft stomach, and love handles, just slightly tapering at her waist.

Luna took a deep breath, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, each beat echoing the nervousness coursing through her veins. She looked down at Nova, who seemed oblivious to their current situation, twirling around happily in her favourite skirt and top. The sight brought a small smile to Luna's lips, helping to calm some of her nerves.

As they approached the entrance of the Riverhouse, Luna could see the lights flickering within, casting an inviting glow onto the cobblestone path leading up to the grand building. A sense of anticipation filled her, mixed with a healthy dose of apprehension. It was her first official night in the Night Court, and she needed to make a good impression.

She turned to look at Nova again, her little face so innocent and carefree.

"Oh, you're here!" Feyre's joyous voice called as she winnowed to Luna and Nova, greeting the mother-daughter duo, "I was waiting for you looking out the window." Feyre reached to hug Luna, which the female returned with a smile of her own.

Luna hugged her friend back, "I was half debating leaving..." She laughed slightly as Nova was rolling on the balls of her feet in excitement.

"It's okay," Feyre whispered reassuringly. "You've got this."

Luna nodded, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. As she released Feyre, she looked down to see Nova bouncing with excitement. Seeing her daughter so happy helped to ease some of Luna's anxiety.

"I'm glad you came," Feyre said, smiling warmly at Luna. "We're all very excited to have you here." She glanced down at Nova, who was now hopping from foot to foot. "And especially Nova, of course."

"Thank you," Luna replied, returning Feyre's smile. "I'm excited to meet everyone."

Cassian approached from behind Feyre, "Evenin', sweetheart." He gave Luna a cheeky smile, his hands folded behind his back.

Luna blamed the heat that gathered on her cheeks from his greeting on the mating bond they shared, "Evening Cassian..." She smiled, watching Cassian and Nova blow air in each other's direction by the flutter of their wings in a form of greeting.

Feyre cleared her throat discreetly, shooting Luna a teasing glance. "Shall we get inside?"

"Well, you get inside, I have somthing to gift Nova." Cassian smiled, watching the faeling jumping up in excitement.

"You got me something?" Nova asked, her big brown eyes sparkling.

Luna watched on with a smile as Feyre left to go inside, not before giving her a not-so-subtle wink. Cassian moved his hands forward and had two boxes in his hands.

"This is for you..." He handed a box to Nova, who instantly opened her box and jumped up and down, seeing the pendant.

"Oh Mother, Oh Cauldron I've wanted this one for so long!" Nova rushed to give Cassian a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist, 'thank you's leaving her lips as Cassian hugged her back, avoiding her wings.

Luna couldn't mask her surprise when Cassian handed the second box to her, "And this is for you." And then watching Cassian picking Nova up before throwing her in the air as she squealed and then setting her down.

"You got me a gift too?" Her eyes were wide, hand on Nova's shoulders as she came back to her to stand by her mom, tugging on her skirt to have her put the necklace on her.

"Of course... You thought you saying you wanted nothing would stop me?" Cassian smiled softly, "Open it."

Luna opened the box, a soft gasp leaving her at the necklace, made of gold, a moon charm with little diamonds like stars on the chain of it. "It's... so beautiful." She looked up to Cassian, surprised to see him blushing.

Cassian shrugged, trying to ignore his flushed skin, "Because you know... Your name is Luna... Moon." He was nervous when she didn't respond, "Maybe I shouldn't have... I didn't want to be weird..."

"It's not weird." Luna said instantly, "It's rather sweet."

"I would've bought it at the store you worked at," He rubbed the back of his neck, "But you are a horrible at sales, not letting me buy you something."

"Ass!" Luna playfully hit him, "How much did it cost anyway?"

"I think it's better not to tell..." He smiled, offering Nova a hand to walk with him inside as Nova grabbed Luna's to pull her with them.

Luna sighed, walking with Nova, "So, it's pretty expensive." She guessed.

"Hush now, dinner for now." Cassian playfully rolled his eyes, "Nova, tell your mama it's time for dinner."

Luna raised her brows as Nova began to pull her to the house, "Come, ma, time for dinner."

Luna felt crazy to worry. When she had arrived, everyone fell into a normal atmosphere, as if she was their closest friend. Nova currently sat in the High Lord's lap, who had summoned his wings, making conversation with her daughter, telling her how his father too was High Fae while his mother was Illyrian.

Rhysand had shown his regret, seeing Luna's clipped wings, said wings just stubs on her back, and Luna had soothed his tension, he was trapped Under the Mountain, there was nothing he could've done.

Cassian sat beside Luna, who kept giving her comforting looks throughout the dinner. He had put the necklace her got her around her neck, while in the hallway of the house. The entire Inner Circle wasn't around, which also took part in calming her nerves, besides the High Lady and Lord, there was only Cassian, Azriel and Mor present.

Luna allowed herself to relax a bit more as the evening wore on. The food was delicious, and the company was delightful. Even though she was still nervous, she found herself laughing and engaging in conversation more easily than she expected, having everyone at the table interested in what she had to say, Mor especially, who kept complimenting Luna's dress every chance she got.

Every now and then, she would catch Cassian's eye, and he would give her a reassuring nod or a warm smile. His presence was comforting, and she appreciated his support.

After dinner, when they moved to the sitting room for drinks and dessert, Luna found herself drawn to Feyre and Mor. They were quiet but attentive listeners, and Luna enjoyed sharing stories about Nova and her, who was engrossed in conversation with Cassian and Rhysand, while Azriel watched her, his eyes on her wings.

"Mama! Rhys says he can teach me to fly!" Nova rushed to her mother, and Luna looked at the Illyrians, her eyes soft, she had been unable to teach Nova to fly higher than her own hight, since her wings were clipped and limited her ability to catch her if she fell.

Luna's heart swelled with pride at her daughter's confidence and eagerness. However, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety at the thought of letting Nova fly with someone else. Despite her worries, she knew it was important for Nova to learn and experience things beyond what she could teach her alone. With a deep breath and a loving smile, Luna leaned down to speak with Nova privately.

"Do you really want to learn to fly?" When Nova nodded eagerly Luna turned to Rhysand, "You wouldn't mind teaching her?" He asked curiously.

"Nonsens, darling," Rhysand chuckled, his tone reassuring, "I'd love to teach her."

Feyre looped her arm through Luna's, "And you should feel better Azriel didn't offer," She gave the Shadowsinger a glare but there was a playfulness in it, "He pushed me off a mountain side."

"What!" There was nothing but concern in her beings as she looked at Azriel, "Don't do that to my daughter..."

Cassian cut Luna off, joining in the conversation, "Relax, sweets, he won't, I'll be there too, alright. I'm sure Nova wants me there."

Luna froze a little as Cassian wrapped as arm around her, drinking his wine, she found herself leaning into his touch before she pushed the thought away, instead watching Nova and Cassian interact.

She wondered if he had told anyone about their mating bond but the way everyone around her was so nonchalant made her think he hadn't.

"Look Nove! You're already flying!" Cassian called as he threw her in the air the she giggled the way down, her wings fluttering and Luna's heart filled with warmth, knowing Cassian truly liked Nova, and not just for the sake of her being his mate's child

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