#imagine all the tea the Suriel gets

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I wanna write a fic where reader was besties with the Suriel 😩 I miss them 🥺

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Random Sentence Generator Drabble Series, #3: Gossip, Stew, Brooch

The Suriel sits down for a good, old fashioned gossip session.

Rating: G. Word count: 900.

It was Thursday, which meant it was their favorite day of the week.

“Come in, come in!” The Suriel beckoned their guests into its home. They had spent all day getting ready: the floors were swept, all of their lovely cloaks were freshly laundered and hanging up, and a delectable chicken stew was bubbly over the roaring fire in the corner.

The Suriel urged their guests - a water wraith from Spring, and a glittering fae with skin like marble from Dawn - towards their kitchen table. Their finest set of porcelain tea cups were waiting, along with two kettles filled with hot water.

“So,” The Suriel began, waiting until their guests had poured their own steaming cups of tea and taken bites of the stew, “what’s the new gossip?”

“You will not believe it,” the water wraith began immediately, slamming a hand down on the table. “Feyre Archeron, the human turned High Fae? She is to be married to High Lord Tamlin -“

“Yes, yes, we know this already!” the marble-skinned fae said. The Suriel frowned - this is not what they meant by ‘stay with the High Lord.’

“Well,” the water wraith went on with relish, “it appears Feyre may be having doubts about wedding Tamlin. I heard her ruminating by the river a few days ago. She seems most unhappy.”

The Suriel snorted. “I don’t see how the High Lord of Spring could make anyone happy.”

“The only good thing about the Spring Court is its emissary, Lucien Vanserra,” the marble fae said dreamily.

The three of them sighed happily, no doubt each imagining Lucien’s luscious hair, his golden skin, and his ruggedly handsome face, before they giggled like schoolgirls.

“Speaking of Lucien,” the marble fae said dramatically, with knowing eyebrow wriggles to her fellow gossipers who tittered back, “I believe I know the true identity of our favorite author, Sellyn Drake.”

“Shut up, you do not!” The Suriel gasped, nearly spilling its tea in their excitement. Even with their all-seeing knowledge, this was one bit of information they had been unable to determine over the centuries.

“Oh yes, a most interesting male,” she went on, looking between her companions with glee. “I’m surprised no one else has managed to put it together.”

“Oh, tell us already!” The water wraith was shaking with energy. She hadn’t appeared to notice she was dripping water onto the ground below her, a sizable puddle growing underneath her chair.

“Well, Sellyn Drake is so sensual and evocative, it stands to reason they’re a person most familiar with… carnal delights,” the marble faerie said wickedly, smirking at the water wraith and The Suriel. “And if the mention of Lucien Vanserra reminded me of this hot sip of tea…”

The Suriel and the water wraith stared at each other blankly before they gasped in unison and snapped their heads back to the smug marble fae.

“No!”

“Do you really mean -!”

“Yes I do,” the marble fae grinned. “I think our dear Sellyn Drake is none other than Helion Spellcleaver himself, High Lord of the Day Court!”

She could barely finish her sentence before the excited shrieks of the water wraith and The Suriel drowned her out completely.

“How did you find this out?” The Suriel howled. “I’ve been after this steaming piece of gossip for centuries!”

“I blend in quite well with the architecture of the Dawn Court palace,” the marble fae said smugly. “And if no one noticed that I was still in the room cleaning when the High Lord began penning his thoughts for this next book aloud, well…”

“The cheek of you!” The water wraith said playfully.

“This will keep me fed for ages,” The Suriel sighed happily, slumping in its chair. “I don’t even care about my gossip. It pales in comparison to that revelation.”

“Well, what did you have?”

The Suriel huffed a breath. “Just the spymaster of the Night Court getting suspiciously cozy with a certain Heir to the Autumn throne. Honestly, the High Fae will fuck anything that moves so this isn’t all that interesting or surprising.”

At that moment, a blood curdling scream ripped through the air. The three faeries peered out the little window towards the odd looking cabin nestled amongst the trees, a short distance from The Suriel’s home. Everything was silent, until, like it was heaving in a deep breath, the house exhaled and jumped on its foundation. The odd house went still.

The Suriel rolled her eyes. “Dramatic old crone.”

“The Weaver still giving you trouble?” the water wraith asked sympathetically.

“As always,” The Suriel grumbled. “Just a few days ago, I think she did a bit of spring cleaning, because when I stepped outside one morning, there were thousands of glittering brooches littering the lawn. I could have opened a store with how many pieces of jewelry she just threw out! And don’t get me started on when she re-thatches her roof. She uses so many different hair colors, it just looks tacky.”

“Have you thought about moving?”

“I’d love to move, but the prices of real estate nowadays, in this economy?” They huffed. “I’d need to start selling our hard earned secrets!”

“And why would you do that, when you can get such lovely chickens and cloaks instead?”

“Exactly, my dears,” The Suriel said contentedly, letting the warmth of their friendships and new knowledge wash over them, “exactly.”

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i imagine azriel to not be so interested in gossip. like, yes, he knows it because he has to for his job, being a spymaster and all, but he doesn't necessarily care about it.

HIS SHADOWS ON THE OTHER HAND, they are worst than the suriel. they are like azriel's personal little fanon suriels (you know, spilling tea left and right). so azriel has this endless repertoire of useless gossip that he doesn't want but just gets for no. damn. reason.

i imagine he gave up on shushing his shadows a long time ago. so much so that eventually he starts getting invested in some of the stories the shadows tell him.

the baker down the street is cheating on his wife with the rivaling bakery's owner? oh that just simply won't do

so when he's feeling especially bored (or when he has to leave the HoW because Nessian are being loud again) he just goes and MEDDLES.

a cheating husband? allow him to discreetly give the wife all the evidence needed to divorce him.

and so azriel is this endless fountain of gossip but he tells NO ONE about it. like literally no one. he just sits back and enjoys.

except maybe elain because the baker's wife is a close friend of hers

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Impossible | Harrison Osterfield | Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, mild spoilers for Acotar

Word Count: 2.7k

All I can remember is crying. I ran to my mother, my father didn't even try to restrain me; I could hear him silently cry.

"Mom! Mom! Mother, please. I need you. Mom!" I cradled her in my arms, ignoring the blood that seemed to stain every inch of her body. Her face was grey, her eyes closed. At least she had been sleeping. At least it hadn't hurt her.

"Mom." I choked out a sob. My heart ached, my ribs felt like they were trying to squeeze my heart out of my throat. My mother, my beautiful mom. It felt like I was 5 again. Like a little child lost in a crowd of people, just wanting to find their mother. I wanted to find my mother. I just wanted my mom.

"Mom please. I need you. You can't leave me. Please, mom." I stroked her hair, my tears mixed in with her blood.

"Y/n, we need to go. It's not safe." My father's hand was on my shoulder, gently shaking it.

"No. I can't leave her. I- why her? Why my mom?" I voice broke as I felt power in my veins, building up, burning around my body. It was a power I never felt before.

I felt my father turn and start to talk to someone but I wasn't listening. My own sobs the only sound I could hear.

"Come on y/n. Nothing bad will happen. Your father has her now. Let me keep you safe." A male voice said. Tom. It was Tom. I turned and looked at him. He softly smiled and held out his hand. I turned to my father.

"Don't leave her alone."

"Never." My father took my mother out of my hands. I turn around and took Tom's hand. He pulled me into his chest so I couldn't see the rest of the room. He kept one hand on the small of my back and led me out of the bedroom. I kept my head in his shoulder and just cried. Every few seconds Tom rubbed my back or stroked my hair, telling me that we're going outside to the garden and that he'd make me some tea.

Tom gently pulled away from me. We were outside in the garden, the breeze warm but I was shivering. Tom pulled a chair out for me and sat me down and proceeded to pull off his black jacket. I completely forgot that I was only wearing a t shirt and pajama bottoms. Tom wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, and muttered something about getting me some tea. He called over a nearby servant, asking him for a cup of tea and for a healer. The servant hurried off as Tom took a seat across from me, taking my hands in his, warming them up.

"How did they get in?" My voice was hoarse from crying. Tom was a shadowsinger, if he hadn't realised someone had broken in then.....

"I don't know. I don't think they did break in." Tom's voice was small. He didn't want me to talk about it but he knew that that was the way I dealt with things. By carrying on. By leading.

"You think my mother's..."I sighed, "murder was an inside job?"

"No one broke in last night. The wards are still up." Tom bowed his head, "They could've broke in a few days ago and went unnoticed."

"Impossible. You would've known." He looked up at me, his brown eyes apologetic.

"I should've known."

Before I could object, Elphin, the servant Tom had called over, returned with a cup of tea which he handed to me, Tom letting go of my hands.

"Juliette is on her way." Elphin bowed his head and left us alone. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up.

"Juliette. I'm sure you're happy about that."

Tom chuckled. Tom had a crush on her since we were kids. She was the only one, who I  ever saw, make him shy. Juliette's mother was the best healer in the Spring Court, Juliette following in her footsteps.

"I want you checked over. With what just happened, I'm surprised you didn't go into shock. I want to make sure you're okay."

Tom had always been like a brother to me. I was so grateful that I had him, I didn't want to think of what I would have done without him.

"I love you." I smiled at him. He reached over and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too, missy." He ruffled my hair jokingly, I shoved him away. He laughed at me and I was happy to hear his laugh again.

"I hope I'm not interrupting. Elphin said that you needed a healer." I recognised the sweet voice as Juliette's. Tom hopped up from his chair. He brushed off his black t-shirt and cleared his throat.

"Juliette, I requested to see you. Well not you specifically, I requested for a healer and I got you. Not that I'm not happy I got you, I'm overjoyed I got you. But not too overjoyed, just the right amount of overjoyed." Tom cleared his throat again as he scratched the back of his neck. I giggled as Juliette blushed.

"Well I'm here now. What would you like me to do?" Juliette continued to stand tall, her voice calm and steady. She brushed a loose strand of her golden blonde hair out of her face. Tom moved closer to her.

"I'm sure you heard about what happened to the Lady of our Court. I'm worried about y/n, I would like if she was checked over, to make sure she's okay. I know of how stress can effect you." Tom smiled at her as Juliette walked over to me. She gently placed a tanned hand on my forehead. I felt a course of her magic travel over my body, assessing the damage, and if there was any.

"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with y/n." Juliette said to Tom, he let out a sigh of relief. She turned to me, her emerald green eyes soft and understanding. "I can't imagine the pain you're going through right now, so I won't try to. But Lady y/n, I am so sorry for your loss. If you need any help, medical or otherwise, you know where to find me. I'm sure Tom isn't much help in the emotional support aspect of things."

"Hey!" Tom defended, we both laughed. Juliette stood back up from where she was kneeling in front of me.

"I'll see you soon, y/n." She turned and faced Tom.

"Goodbye Tom."

"Goodbye." Tom flushed. Juliette smiled and left.

"Someone has a crush." I teased.

"Seriously y/n. You know very well that I-"

"I wasn't talking about you." I stood up and smirked at him before I winnowed away.

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I ran through the corridors of my house. My arms were outstretched, I felt like I was flying. I ran down the stairs, the red velvet carpet soft under my bare feet.

"Y/n! Y/n! Wait up!" Juliette called from the top of the stairs. I turned around to face her. She was still beautiful considering how young she was.

"I don't have time to wait!" My voice was young and seemed far away. "The world waits for no one!"

I continued to run towards the door of the dinner hall. But before I reached it my mother burst out.

"I cannot believe you!! It has nothing to do with her!! What the Suriel said means nothing!! She is our daughter. If this is her future, you have no right to get in the way!!" My mother was so busy screaming at my father she hadn't noticed me standing wide eyed, staring. Juliette grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me back up the stairs.

"She is dangerous!" My father yelled.

"She is a child!!" My mother screamed back. She turned her back to my father and noticed me standing there. The colour went from her cheeks.

"Y/n..." Her voice was soft, a mother's voice but she was too late. I turned and sprinted up the stairs, Juliette following after me.

The heat had left the bath. I wasn't sure if it was because I had been in the bath for almost an hour and a half or because of the memory. I got up out of the bath, glad that all of my mother's blood was no longer on me. It hadn't really set in what had happened, I knew it would eventually and I wasn't looking forward to when it did. I dried myself off with my magic and got dressed in a yellow blouse and loose fitting pants. I left the bathroom but stopped before I could get anywhere.

My bedroom was at the end of the corridor, my father's office across from it. My father always awakes early to work, around 5 or 6. My mother was murdered after that, who knows how long she was dead before Bella found her. And with my parent's bedroom being at the opposite side of the stairs, no wonder my father and I never heard anyone break into her room. I walked down the corridor to my parent's room, my heart pounding in my chest. I got to the door and opened it before I could think otherwise.

The room was empty. Completely empty. The walls were clean and so was the floor. The bed was gone, aswell as the wardrobe, vanity, mirrors, rug and bookshelves. There was no evidence of what had happened earlier that day. Honestly there was no evidence of my mother ever being here in the first place.

"Your father didn't want to sleep here anymore. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Don't worry he kept all of her belongings, he just doesn't want to face this room again." I turned around to see Bella standing in the doorway. I walked over to stand beside her.

"It's just so... I can't believe she's gone."

Bella placed a comforting hand on my arm.

"Me neither." She sighed. She nodded, like she just remembered that she had a job to do,  "Your father wishes to see you. He's in his office when you're ready."

"Let's go."

We walked together to my father's office, Bella walking slightly ahead of me.

"Be patient with your father. He's scared. He wants to keep you safe, you're his number one priority at the moment. Just try to be understanding." Bella said before opening the door of the office.

"Y/n is here." I walked into the room. My father looked awful, stress obviously taking its toll on him.

"Sit down." He tried, unsuccessfully, to smile at me. I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his desk.

"Call me if you need anything." Bella left the room.

"Thank you, Bella." My father said before the door closed. He looked at me, sorrow in his eyes.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't know." My father nodded in understanding.

"What happened today was unpredicted, and it scares me to think of what could happen next. I'm worried for my safety but more importantly, I'm worried for yours." He moved uncomfortably in his seat, he didn't think I would be happy with what he would say next.

"I still think you should marry, the deal we made is still going." He looked up at me. "I'm sorry, I know you're not happy with this but I just want to know that you're in safe hands."

I remained silent. He took this as a sign to keep talking.

"On the topic of you being safe, I was talking to Tom and we-" He stopped himself," I think that you should have someone protecting you at all times."

"What?" I tried to stay patient.

"Well having someone with you at all times will ensure that you are safe."

"You want me to have a bodyguard?" To my surprise, my voice was calm.

"I guess you could say that."

"Why don't you believe in me? Why don't you believe that I can lead this Court? Why do you believe that I need someone to protect me? Am I not enough?" My voice was quiet, I was exposing the worries that lived constantly in my brain.

"It's not that I don't believe in you." My father sighed. "It's that I don't believe in me. It was my job to look after you mother and you saw how that went. I can't lose you too."

I looked into my father's broken eyes. Honestly he was never the best father, being the High Lord always seemed like his number one priority but right now, he was trying to make up for it. And how bad could it be having a bodyguard. I could just tell them to leave me alone or even eventually get rid of them when my father was no longer living in fear.

"Okay."

'Okay?" My father looked at me with confusion. "You're okay with this?"

Of course not. I'm not your puppet! My brain responded.

"Yes. It's for the best." I lied, I'd find a way out of this. All of it.

My father reached across his desk to take my hands in his. I stopped myself from pulling away.

"Thank you y/n."

His eyes were so sincere and filled with love that I couldn't bring myself to say anything so I just nodded. Thankfully there was a knock on the door and Tom entered.

"The guards have arrived, your Lord." Tom noticed that I was sitting here, I pulled hands out of my father's grasp. " And he's here. The man you requested to protect y/n."

"Take her to meet him." I stood up abruptly. Tom stared at me, wondering why I seemed so happy with all of this. I quickly and subtly shook my head, he got the message.

"I'll lead the way."

I followed Tom out of my father's office. We walked in complete silence, I was trying to think of anything that would get me out of this. We walked down the stairs, the entrance hall was packed. There were soldiers everywhere, and not just any soldiers. Illyrian soldiers from the Night Court.

"Your father requested for me to up the security with more soldiers. So I brought him the best. There are 50 of them all together. You'll hardly see them in the house, don't worry." Tom tried to make me feel better about this whole situation. But I could only think of one thing.

"Where is he?" I asked. Tom immediately knew who I was talking about.

"I chose him for you. He is one of my best friends and someone that I trust with my and now your life. He's a great guy. I'm sure you'll get on great. I already know that you have so much in common. "

I gave Tom a look of disbelief. He chuckled.

"He's second-in-command to the General of the High Lord of the Night Court's armies. He's a great fighter and could train you if you wanted." Tom walked over to the library under the stairs.

"And I can't wait for you to meet him." Tom opened the door.

Inside a High Fae male dressed in Illyrian leathers, with curly dirty blonde hair that looked slightly golden under the candlelight was sitting on one of the desks. His back was facing us but I could just make out that he was sharpening a blade in his left hand. Even though he was sitting, I could still tell that he was tall. Upon hearing the door close behind us, he turned around and my heart stopped beating. My eyes were met with the unforgettable blue of his. The blue that I saw everywhere.

"Y/n this is my friend Harrison, Harrison meet Lady Y/n."

Tom had no clue that the bodyguard that he chose, the bodyguard that I was planning on getting rid of, was the man that I was willing to do anything to find.

Harrison moved to face us. We all stayed silent. Tom was waiting for me to explode in anger, Harrison and I were waiting for the other to talk. Eventually Harrison cleared his throat.

"There's room on this table for two."

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