#lucien is really nice normally

[7seas-of-ryy]

I Need You | Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Author’s Note: *F/C = your fav color* I'm enjoying writing this so much that I've been writing in ALL of my free time!! :) Have more parts started already so hopefully I won't keep you all waiting too long!

Summary: Maybe if you pretend to be alright, then it will be?

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions scars, let me know if I need to add any others :)

The next morning you woke up determined. You would prove to everyone that you were ok. But first, you would need to get out of bed, bathe, and then get dressed... all on your own.

You slowly dragged yourself out of bed, your bones creaking from the lack of movement for so long. Madja may have healed you but you could still feel a lot of the pain. And there were large welts over your body where the deepest cuts had been. You would have some pretty nasty scars soon.

It took way too long to get up and walk towards the bath. You might never make it down to the group if you don't get dressed and go right now. So opting out of bathing, which may have not been the best idea, you grabbed some clothes instead. You got dressed in what you would normally wear. Because you needed everything to be normal.

You slipped a nice F/C dress on, brushed down your hair and braided it back. You walked over to the mirror in your room to check yourself over and that's when you really saw the marks covering your arms.

You gasped and ran your fingers over each mark. Air seems to vanish from your lungs and tears sprang to your eyes. No. You grabbed a hold of that feeling and shoved it deep down inside of you. You would not break.

You heard a creak and whipped your head around to see the shadowsinger standing there. You don't know how long he was there but you knew he made the noise on purpose to make himself known. You watched as his eyes moved along your arms, surely he was disgusted with you.

"Y/N-" He started

"Stop" You interrupted him

He cleared his throat, then waited a minute, "I uh came to see if you needed anything, I can bring you some food" the male gently spoke

"No thank you, I'll be joining you all today. I'll be down in a minute" you gave him a smile, hoping he would buy it.

He eyed you suspiciously but didn't push any further and left your room.

Grabbing a sweater to cover up as many of the marks as you could, you began downstairs. The stairs were just another challenge you needed to get through. You managed to make it down one deep breath at a time.

Before you entered the kitchen, you forced a smile on your face. Walking to grab some coffee, you could feel all eyes on you. Azriel, Cassian, Rhys, Feyre, Mor, Nesta, Elain, Amren, and even Lucien were all watching your every move.

"You got yourself dressed and came down on your own." Rhys stated simply

"I am not a child. I know how to clothe myself," You snapped at him, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it... I just..."

"Y/N I found the most interesting book on the history of the Day Court but it appears to be in one of their old languages. I was wondering if you could help me translate it?" Lucien asked

You felt grateful to the male for changing the subject.

"Yes, I would love to help" you were happy to have something to focus on

You didn't notice Azriel looking between you and Lucien, softly glaring at the male.

As you went to sit at the table, you stumbled slightly, a sharp pain shooting up your leg. Everyone jumped up to help you.

"I'm fine, just tripped on my dress. Seriously, I promise" you gave a small smile to them all as you sat at the table.

You could feel a small shadow wrapping around your ankle and climbing your leg exactly where the pain had been. You smiled softly at the comfort, then remembered that you didn't mean enough to him for him to even show up. A scowl quickly overtook your face and you shooed the shadow away.

Conversation started amongst everyone. You were sat next to Nesta, who started telling you about her most recent smutty book she had read. At least she was treating you like everything was normal.

Besides the fact that you could barely look at Az, you wanted to forgive him. You wanted to take his guilt away but that was a lot harder than it seemed. Avoiding him seemed to be the best option for now.

Eventually everyone started heading off to whatever work they had to accomplish that day. Azriel took off in search of any answers. You, Rhy, Cass, and Lucien were left at the table.

"Until we can figure out why this happened to you, we think its best you stay here, where you're safe" Rhys said

"I will stay with you and we can do research from the house so you'll still be helping" Lucien added

You were about to reluctantly agree, knowing your limits, when Azriel's shadows started to appear and their master not too far behind.

"Eris is here" he said coldly

"Bring him in and be nice. He's the reason y/n is alive." Rhys replied

The spymaster returned quickly with Eris.

"Y/n I had no idea that was going to happen, I need you all to believe that." Eris started out

"Why have you been ignoring our requests to meet?" Rhys countered

"I was trying to figure out what was going on, just like you. These past few days have been rough. I couldn't just go around asking questions, it would raise suspicion... But, I figured out why they attacked and kidnapped her." the autumn court male stated

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A hill I will die on is that Elain’s spinoff should have come first, her having to heal after their father’s death would have made the most sense because she was closest to him. Also, she was most accepting of her new powers and was even using them to help any time she could—Azriel could have been there for her as she dealt with the loss of her father, as well as with mastering her new abilities which could make her a very capable spy.

Another hill is that Nesta should not have ended up in the Night Court, she should have been with either Lucien—as it was originally intended—or with Eris. It could have been a way to redeem her without creating a weird rushed pregnancy storyline for Feyre. Also, it could have made for a nice parallel between the abuse she endured from her mother with Eris/Lucien’s own familial trauma. It would have helped me empathize with her much better.

One more fucking hill is that Feyre’s story shouldn’t have been closed so damn quickly. There was no need whatsoever. She didn’t want children so early, plus her and Rhysand were in a horrible state of mind after the war—they were pushed into having a baby out of fear that they’d die again...that’s not good. Also, they’re immortal, everything doesn’t need to happen within the span of three fucking years. It should have taken a really long time for everyone to even get close to being somewhat normal after everything that happened.

Anyway, I reserve the right to add on to this list at any time—feel free to do the same lol.

[dirty-bosmer]

TES Crushes

Which NPCs in TES (all games included!) do you crush on, and why? They don't have to be marriage candidates (in vanilla), just people you find yourself blushing around. Hell, it could be a Deadric Prince if that's what you're into. Name them and say what about them you find appealing! Then feel free to tag a friend or two!

Tagged by @babyblueetbaemonster @theoneandonlysemla Thank you <3

Tagging: @ladytanithia @unironicallytes @gilgamish @kookaburra1701 @saltymaplesyrup @rustyram035 @darcxaosit @moriche @pocket-vvardvark @heavy-metal-dick @alma-amentet @pyre-of-pages @guardianlizard

Borrowing some of Julia's number scheme cause it's nice organization :)

#1: Characters I crushed on during my first ever playthrough as a wee lass:

Methredhel: 10 year old me spent countless hours watching her sleep in that huntsman vest/bralett outfit XD

M'raaj-Dar: Young me was so predictable. Some character is mean to me? Gotta make sure I fall in love with them and do everything in my power to get them to like me. Then he apologized to me right before the purification and I knew I was done for. After the purification, I hoisted his body onto a bed in the living quarters and surrounded him with flowers lol

Enilroth: That one stable boy in Anvil who places the last of Mathieu Bellamont's fake dead-drops out for you. I thought he was so normal looking in a game where everyone looked like they were melting.

Cutter: I just thought she was pretty.

Relmyna Verenim: Being a crazy mad scientist devoted to your passions is hawt.

#2: Characters I crush on now:

The Ordinators in Morrowind. It's the ten packs a day ash-choked voice.

Dagoth Ur. He invaded my dreams with a wedding ceremony. I'm pretty sure we've moved past the prosaic love confession. We are now bounded in our blood.

Nazir: He will always be Skyrim's Sexyman to me <3

Astrid: I'm a simple gal. I see a woman who does fucked up things being torn to shreds by the fandom, I 👀

Arquen: Same as above. She’s a baddie to me and I don’t care about the rumor where she ate Lucien’s entrails, that just makes her weirder and sexier 💕

Raminus Polus: He's smart and gives you a fancy necklace and tells you that you're doing a good job, like what else do I need really?

Mathieu Bellamont: the only man I will ever call baby girl. Love a revenge arc. Love a twisted obsession. I genuinely dgaf that he single-handedly wrecked the Dark Brotherhood, maybe the Black Hand should not have been so trigger happy and eager for self-destruction!

Lucien Lachance: Despite the hundreds of thousands of words I've written about him, my feelings for Lucien are kind of complicated 😅 I don’t dislike him, but at some point while writing my fic I realized I gaslit myself into believing he was hotter than he is lol Upon replay, I was like 'man this dude is such a scrub I have to write him to be as creepy and dripless as possible,' which like... I'm still into lol I just feel like a fake fan for it.

Ondolemar: Unique, kissable lips, him degrading me in public only to whip out that, 'there are so few pleasures in life as fine as your company' once he realized he wanted me, oooooh girl

Razum-Dar: I wanted him SO BADLY during the Aldmeri Dominion quests.

#3 Characters I actually married in game:

Nels Llendo: Had a mod to make it possible for my Morrowind playthrough. He killed all the cliff racer for me :)

Jenassa: She might be the only character I ever married on my main LDB's save, and it was actually so devastating because all she would do was stand in the foyer of Proudspire Manor with no clothes on, asking about kids we never had. Look how the glitches massacred my girl :(

Derkeethus: I married him on my Arch-mage save but only on PC because he too was glitched and every time I told him to go home he would run away!!!

#4: Characters I’m only crushing on because of Fics I read

@theoneandonlysemla's Ancano and Faralda I'm so weak for horribly, toxic elves. Yes, abuse your power! Make everyone around you miserable!

@sylvienerevarine's Roggi Knot-Beard. Had no idea who this man was until Sophrine rolled into his life, and from then on I was smitten. Wholesome, sexy, husband of the year <3

@skyrim-forever's Aicantar. Scholarly, bashful mage nerd <3 I actually always thought Aicantar was a cutie and had considered marrying him on one playthrough because even with cheat codes, a lot of the Altmer characters don't have voice lines for marriage. Aicantar's voice made him a suitable candidate.

#5 Characters that have made me 👀 but in an way that makes me embarrassed

The Spider Daedra from Oblivion. I was obsessed with her rack LMAO

Dremora: something about unintelligible, guttural screams and fiery eyes, I think...

Molag Bal. I also blame this one on @theoneandonlysemla

[readychilledwine]

Slow Hands

Part Two

A/N - Here's the first post for my "Here's to 100" Celebration week. 💙 I'm starting off with something I've received a few requests and messages about.

Warnings - mentions of abuse/trauma, mentions of child abuse, mentions of scars. Smut smut smut. Anal play, pet/master dom and sub dynamic play. Fingering, oral (m recving)/throat fucking. Minors DNI.

Part One

Lyria leaned closer into her mirror, examining the peachy nude lipstick she was wearing one more time before standing up straight and fixing part of her hair.

She was putting so much effort into her looks for a male. Something her brothers would frown upon since they normally praised her natural beauty. She had curled and braided her hair in places before pulling into a messy yet almost flirty, high ponytail. She had done her makeup. She put on expensive perfume.

She was even wearing a dress, something she had not done since being freed from the mountain. She brushed her hands along the baby blue fabric one more time before moving to look herself over in the full length mirror. The dress was one Rhysand had actually bought for her when he first brought her here. He loved the way the color sat on her golden skin tone, how it brought out the red in her hair. He had told her to save the little number for her first date in his court.

She didn't think he had planned on that date being with his brother. She pulled on her heels and put on the earrings she had picked for the night. A soft knock on her door made her heart beat pick up as she made her way over.

She opened the door, allowing Azriel in. "Hey, you're early." He was silent, staring at her with his mouth slightly parted. "Do I look okay? Rhys told me you had picked somewhere really nice, I can change." He grabbed her arm as she moved to go back to her room.

"You look stunning. I just didn't expect," he studied her again. The way the dress hugged her upper body, cinching at her small waist, before flaring out slightly and ending above her knees. Her long legs highlighted by the heels she was wearing. "Gods, you're beautiful."

She smiled softly at him. "You aren't so bad looking yourself." He was dressed in tighter black trousers, a black button up shirt. He had on several rings and a watch. "Let me grab my purse and we can go."

"You don't need your purse." He offered her his arm. "Let's just go get dinner."

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The restaurant Azriel brought her to was an Inner Circle favorite by the Sindra. Faelights and candles adorned the patio they had opted to sit on to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.

He found himself falling into easy conversation with her. They had spoken about his upbringing, how they met Rhys, about how she got into healing.

There was a couple tense topics Azriel wanted to approach with the Heiress, like the topic of her older brothers, of her fathers, of why Rhysand had brought her here and hid her from all of them until now, but he danced around them waiting for her to make an opening. He was tired of waiting though, and needed answers before he put his plan for tonight into action.

"Do you talk to your brothers?" She looked at him a little shocked and blinked. "If you don't mind me asking." She does, a shadow whispered. Gentle.

Lyria sighed, pushing her pasta around her plate. "I speak with Eris and Lucien. I do not talk to the other males I have the unfortunate pleasure of being related to."

Azriel nodded. "What's Eris actually like? Behind that mask and bullshit self defense mechanism?"

Lyria looked at Azriel and sighed softly. "Ask me what you actually want to ask."

"What happened with Mor? Did you have part in it?"

Lyria shook her head. "I was a child when they were engaged. All I remember from that night was Eris had allowed me to ride with him on a border patrol. We found her, and he begged her to let us help. She refused. He asked if he could at least get her somewhere she'd be safer, and could be found because the Autumn forest isn't a good place for people my father deems unworthy."

Lyria sighed again. "He had me use what little knowledge I had on winnowing to get her to the clearing you found her in. He hardly slept that night. I know there were discussions between the two of them before this all happened, some hushed fighting, but Eris protected me from whatever little things he could that would lead to Beron hurting me or using me. Mor included."

Azriel nodded. Slowly processing the added information. "So he isn't lying?"

"Eris is kind, caring, funny. He would have never purposely hurt her." Lyria pushed her plate away. "And your question on Lu?"

"How much has he told you?"

Lyria shook her head again before beginning to play with her hair. "Not much honestly. He's not thrilled we are here together, but he understands I am grown enough to make my own choices."

Azriel nodded again. "Why did Rhys hide you for so long?"

She shook her head and held up her arm, a small bargain tattoo unveiling itself. "I can't tell you that. Can we go? I feel like some of this is better discussed alone."

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Azriel pulled her closer to him as they sat on her couch. Talking had quickly turned into kissing, and kissing to heavy touching. Her nails were currently dragging down his bare chest, shirt long lost in some corner of her house, as he ran his own hands up her bare thighs.

Azriel lifted her, remembering he had wanted to repay a favor, and began walking her down the hallway to the room they were in last week.

It came alive the second they entered. Candles and faelights began to brighten, the sounds of nature setting in softly in the background. The soft smell of jasmine and honey hit his nose. "Why is it so… sensual smelling in here tonight?"

Lyria threw her head back with a soft moan as Azriel moved his kisses down her throat and neck. "Feyre and Rhys booked a couples massage lesson. I taught them little tips and tricks based in pleasure massage, they had champagne and chocolates, went home to try to make baby number two." Az chuckled softly against her throat. "Don't laugh. Couples in Velaris go crazy for my date night packages!"

Azriel kissed her deeply again, beginning to unlace the dress she was wearing. "And when is the last time someone took care of your body, Lyria?"

She knew it was a coded question. He was asking her two things. "It's been a while." She confessed.

"Let me take care of you, little fox. Get undressed. Lay on the table on your stomach." He kissed her gently before leaving the room to give her privacy to undress.

Lyria heated the table and blanket, sighing happily as she allowed the dress to fall and hung it. She got on the table, giggling as a shadow caressed her hair before covering her with a towel and Azriel entered.

Her approached her slowly, hand gently running her upper thigh to her ankle as he began to hold back anticipation over her newly exposed skin. He ran his hand softly back up the other leg, admiring every freckle on her shoulders before pausing to look at the scarring on her back.

She had been beaten with something, he ran a hand down one, the familiar sensation of a burn scar under his finger tips. Something that was on fire. "Who did this to you?"

Lyria sighed, turning to look at him with a brow raised. "Beron. His favorite method to put me in line with was a 9 tail whip. He liked how thin the scars were. If I was being extra defiant, he'd light the whip on fire after force feeding me faebane." She felt Azriel's grip on the table, his knuckles had turned white. Lyria pulled one of his hands to her head, laying it back down, "Start with the scalp and work down."

Azriel took a few stilling breaths, his hand instantly beginning to scratch and pull at her hair gently from the base. She let out a soft nose that brought him back to her, back to this moment. He didn't speak as he began to try to take care of her. He watched as she shivered slightly as he gripped the hair at the base of her neck. "You are beautiful," he whispered to her. "So beautiful."

Lyria moaned as his hands moved down to her neck and shoulders. He watched her shiver again, signaling to him he had found the right amount of pressure. He worked the tension out slowly before moving lower.

Lyria sighed softly as Azriel's hands ran along her back. He was being so gentle with her even if it was clear he didn't exactly know what he was doing.

She moaned as he applied more pressure to a tighter area, causing the male to grin with satisfaction. "Like that, little fox?"

"Just like that," her voice had become breathy, eyes fluttering shut. He was doing the best he could to remember her motions from the week before, copying them as closely as possible.

Azriel was almost desperate to see her fall apart the way he had. He was desperate to repay that favor. He allowed his shadows to begin exploring. Watching as they played in her hair, down her back, over the perfect ass he'd been dreaming about.

His goal was set as she moaned as he moved to another tight area. Lyria was going to cum for him tonight, and he honestly did not care how.

His methods became more focused, he began softer touches, watching as goosebumps danced across her skin. His shadows had begun to play in her hair. She was catching on to what was happening. "Whatcha doin', Az?" Her tone was playful as she lifted herself to peek over her shoulder at the blushing male.

Azriel smirked at her, a scarred hand going under the towel to touch the bare skin of her ass and squeezing it. "Repaying a favor." He started to use methods he knew worked. He began kissing her back and neck, whispering into her ear. "Do you want me to touch you, Lyria?"

"Cauldron boil me," she moaned softly as he bit her shoulder. He smirked as she arched her back slightly into him. He could smell her. The scent of their arousal mixing in the air as he moved his hand lower and closer to her core. A soft whimper left her throat. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Touch me."

Azriel wasted no time, running his fingers on her already soaked core before pushing two into her. He used his other hand to tangle into her soft hair, pulling it to force her back to arch more. "Such a pretty little thing." She moaned loudly as his finger stretched her open.

"Azriel," her voice had gone completely breathy at this point. "Feels so good."

He smirked. "Just wait, princess. Your pretty cunt will feel so good wrapped around me." He pulled his fingers out of her, quickly turning her over on table and pulling her closer to the ledge. His fingers returned to her again, his thumb now joining in his assault on her by brushing against her clit. She had propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Azriel's fingers sunk in and out of her.

She was moaning his name, moaning praise, gasping softly with each delicious pull and push. "Look at me," he said. "Eyes on mine, princess." She looked into Azriel's hazel eyes. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Do you want to cum on my fingers?"

Lyria nodded, her red hair bouncing slightly at the motion. "Please."

"What do I get?" She whined as he curled his fingers into that perfect spot.

"Anything. You can have anything." Azriel hummed, and sped up his hands movements, groaning to himself as he felt her walls twitching around his fingers, tightening in excitement. Lyria was still following his orders, her beautiful eyes locked on his as her mouth fell open.

Azriel leaned forward, pushing her submission to find out exactly what he was dealing with. He grabbed her chin with his spare hand, holding her jaw open as he maintained eye contact with her, and then spit into her mouth. "Swallow." She did. "Cum, little fox." And she did. Lyria felt that coil snap in her stomach. He forced her to keep eye contact with him as she moaned out his name loudly, her toes curling. Shadows began to play along her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples causing more stimulation and prolonging her orgasm.

Azriel smirked as she rode his hand through her high, chest heaving. "On your knees. Take my pants off." He removed his fingers from her, pulling them to his mouth to suck them clean as he stepped back.

Lyria obeyed, getting on her knees in front of him and unlacing the tight material. She pulled them down his thighs and removed them, running her hands back up his thighs as she sat and waited. "Mouth open, hands behind your back. Tap my thigh twice if it's too much." He stroked his cock, watching as she got into position and parted her lips for him. "Gods, you are obedient, aren't you?"

"I just want to be your good girl," the soft confession almost made Azriel feel guilty as he pushed himself into her mouth, gripping the back of her head to hold her in place as the base of him.

"And you are." He began to fuck her throat slowly, watching her face as drool and tears began to form. His hands were laced tight into her hair for control as he growled above her. "Look so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Such a pretty little mess." She gagged softly around him. Play. He commanded his shadows, smirking as she moaned loudly at them beginning to trace over her clit, her nipples, dragging themselves between her folds. He picked up speed, watching as her mascara began to run, moaning as he destroyed her.

A familiar tight feeling started in his abs as his wings began to flare more. Azriel ripped her off of him and up before it could go further than he wanted and bent her over the table. "Are you on the tonic?" She nodded, unable to form words as his shadows continued their assault. "Good." Azriel lined himself up and pushed inside of her, head falling back into his shoulders as they both moaned. He grabbed both of her arms, pulling her slightly off the table and forcing her to use her abs to support herself.

He set a fast pace, filling her in a way no male ever had before. Stretching her more than any male had before. Lyria was quickly a mess, moaning his name and meeting his thrusts. "Is that the only word my beautiful little fox knows now? Have I fucked you so dumb already you can only say my name?" The drag of his cock as he teased her made her whimper and nod. "Fucking perfect. You are fucking perfect." Azriel grabbed both of her wrists in one hand. His other hand was squeezing her ass again as she laid back on the table.

"How far can I push you, Lyria? Where's the line?" Azriel began to tease her other hole. "Should we find out, princess?"

A scream of his name as he found that sensitive spot in her cunt was her only response. He could feel her wetness dripping, he could feel her tightening around his cock. He took the chance and pushed his thumb into her ass, chuckling as she moaned his name again. "Azriel, fuck! Please."

"Flithy fucking whore, aren't you?" Lyria nodded, smiling at the accusation. "Should I fuck your pretty ass next time? Gods, I'm going to fucking keep you. Can I keep you baby girl? Lock you up in my cabin in chains and just use this little body? Ill treat you like such a good little pet baby. You will be so spoiled."

Lyria was lost, pleasure building so tightly in her stomach she was going to explode soon. He felt so good inside of her and each groan and growl he released had her body fluttering in feminine pleasure. "Yes, master." Azriel groaned above her. "You can keep me."

He was smirking behind her again. He began thrusting even harder into the overly sensitive spot, growling as she got impossibly tighter around him. "Good little pet." His thumb was moving in time with his cock, he could feel it dragging, adding stimulation for both of them. Lyria was twitching around him, drooling and whispering in his name as over sensitivity set in. "Are you going to cum with my thumb in your ass, pet?"

A harsh thrust came after the question, making Lyria see stars as her toes began to curl again. "Yes, master. Can I cum? Please?"

Azriel growled again, his own orgasm right within reach. "Cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart on me."

She came with a scream of his name, Azriel roaring behind her as he also fell over the edge with that final stimulation of her walls fluttering around him. "That's it, pet. There you go." The hand holding her wrist dropped them, guiding her soft pushing against his hips to pull him further into her. "Good girl, Lyria." He pulled his other hand out of her, resting it by her waist as he ran the other up and down her back. "Took me so well, baby."

Lyria shuttered at the praise. Her eyes shut as she came down fully. "We should do this again." Azriel nodded in agreement, pulling out of her slowly and grabbing the towel on the table to clean both of them.

Lyria turned as he threw it into the hamper and froze. Azriel looked at her his brows knitted in confusion. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Then he felt it. Azriel froze as well as he stared at her. A snap happened between the both of them causing his breath to hitch and hers to still.

The string connecting them was golden and sparkling. He pulled her to him instantly, hand holding the back of her hair as he began to cry happily into her head. "You have no clue how long I've been looking for you." He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then each cheek and nose. He finally kissed her lips. Lyria kissed him back, just as eager and smiled as he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "Maybe we can do this again in a couple days, but minus the sex? Just spend time together?"

She nodded at his offer, trying to ignore her growing glowing skin. "I'd like that a lot."

"Do you always glow after sex?"

He smiled as she blushed. "No. I glow when I'm happy."

[crazy-ache]

tbh i’m 70% an elriel, 30% an elucien. i enjoy lucien a lot more as a character than i do azriel, but im an elain girl above anything and i typically stay in the elriel tags bc the elucien ones are often filled with gwynriels being pretty anti-elain (which is why im in an elriel mindset).

all im trying to say is that it feels like such a breath of fresh air to see accounts like yours that show that they too are here for elain and it’s been such a shame that this ship war has clouded this so much, where people feel that they have to be an elriel to go against elucien and vice versa. and just spit balling of this, but it’s bonkers that there is an expectation that eluciens would root for a gwynriel book and that gwynriels are getting mad that eluciens are stating this. literally why?? shipping elain and lucien doesn’t mean you ship (or care) about gwynriel

anyways, i just want to say thank you for trying to knock some sense into this fandom

Is there anything I can do to influence your ratios??? 😂💛 Maybe bring the Elucien ratio up?

We (Eluciens) are most definitely here also loving, defending, and pumped for Elain! I can guarantee you that. We may not always be as loud as some other voices in the fandom, but we are here. I completely understand your frustration with the elucien tag, because at times I have also run into those same frustrations and wish people would be more considerate of others when selecting their tags. I’ve posted my feelings on tag etiquette before. But I have made a lot of Elucien friends who are big Elain fans as well so you can know you are not alone. I wouldn’t be posting content, metas, and writing 360k words of fanfiction that all revolve around Elain if it weren’t for that community.

I appreciate you coming into my inbox in a nice way. Shipping is an inherently passionate affair we have all stumbled upon. It comes from a place of well…obsession. So expecting others to fall into line and be forcibly happy for not getting their hopeful outcome is borderline ridiculous but also really callous. The number of times I have seen folks declare Azriel’s book is “definitely happening” next since HOFAS came out while diminishing Eluciens who believe Elain is next (straight up have called us delusional)…nobody ever called them out for creating discord and nobody certainly asked them to settle down and be happy whoever is next. So it’s VERY telling that sentiment is happening now when more and more pro Elain opinions are circulating.

I hope we can all learn that fandom IS big enough for all of us to exist with our differing ideas/opinions/likes/dislikes - and if you see a take you don’t like, nobody is attacking you. You can simply scroll on and let them live. Or you can engage in civil discourse without blaming the other side for starting a rift. That is perfectly normal fandom behavior. We all deserve that kind of freedom. If we have to start monitoring/censoring our passionate obsessions in order to please or appease others for the sake of a “ship war”…it completely defeats the purpose of fandom which is community.

I’m so thankful for all of the wonderful friends I have made. If you ever want to chat anon, please feel free to hit me up (and maybe I can persuade you on those ratios hehe).

[wingsdippedingold]

Moots, please don’t hate me for this 🤞

I’m a very ship neutral person when it comes to ACOTAR (I don’t really like how SJM writes romance anyway) BUT I do prefer El*cian to Elr*el, mainly because I prefer Lucien and think he would treat Elain better, and because I think Azriel would get more personal growth from being with Gwyn.

My issue is that I just don’t like Elain a lot 😭 She’s one of the more normal Archeron sisters, and yet she still comes off as self-centered and childlike to me (despite her protesting her own infantilization, because she knows she is and uses it when it benefits her). I don’t know why Lucien, as literally one of the only normal well-adjusted males in the series would fall in love with her beyond their mate bond unless she goes the some serious growth and revamping. Elain hasn’t gotten as much time to shine, but like her sisters she has a great deal of negative traits, their just hidden behind her “nice” and “innocent” persona. I think Lucien needs some growth too, but from where he is now I still consider him leagues better than most of the characters.

In the second chapter of ACOTAR alone she annoyed me. Nesta was upfront about her bitchiness and not wanting to help Feyre, but Elain literally acted like she was incapable of doing anything and just fawned over Feyre to get her way (and as we know, Feyre couldn’t really see through it and just assumed she was stupid). Had Elain been in different circumstances I would have loved it, but she did it for no reason other than not wanting to work, and that’s why I didn’t care for it.

I do have a similar case for all of the Archerons: I find them all to be rather immature, but for Feyre and Nesta their mates are also immature so it doesn’t really matter

[itsphoenix0724]

Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 4

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.2k

MMOTI Masterlist

A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to talk to everyone. ik I've been really noncommittal with this series, but I'm going to keep working on it bc I love it, and I hope you guys continue to love it too <3 I tried to build some insight into why Az doesn't like the reader in this chapter and I hope it came across okay, as always constructive criticism/feedback is welcome!

Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!

You could say that a tentative truce was established between the two of you after your night at the arcade. So much so Alis finally permitted you to get out on the ice. 

“Don’t be nervous, the two of you have come leaps and bounds since last week.” She reassures you from her spot on the stands. “We’re gonna start with some basics, and then we work our way up to the lifts just like in the studio.” You shoot Azriel a nervous glare and he tries his best to send you a reassuring look. 

Even though you still feel like you’re walking on eggshells around him, it’s almost nice being around him sometimes.

 Reluctantly, Az has gotten used to your relentless positivity. Even if he can still hear your voice echo in his head sometimes. 

It happened when you were thirteen, and it was a stupid comment he wasn’t even meant to hear. He has tried to put it behind him so many times, but every time he looked at you it popped up in the corner of his mind like a buzzing fly. Reflexively his hands tucked in the pockets of his sweatpants as you skated up to him with your sparkly eyes and sunshiney smile. The version of you from years ago scatters like ash in the wind as Az takes you in, amusement lighting in his eyes as he takes in your hot pink leg warmers. 

“Is this an 80s workout video?” He chuckles and he likes the way your eyebrows furrow in false outrage. 

“For your information, they keep my feet super warm so don’t come crying to me when you’re freezing.” You poke him in the chest and he laughs. It feels nice, he thinks, to simply exist around you without hostility. 

The figure skates still feel tight on his feet, but practice is mostly uneventful after that. Azriel even manages to safely get you off the ground without losing his balance. 

“Great work!” Alis actually seems proud for a moment. “I need you two to stay for a moment so you can try on your costumes.” Azriel looks horrified at the thought of him having to wear leggings, but something cold thaws in his chest when he sees your excitement. You had to throw your old costume away after Lucien’s accident, the fabric was permanently stained red. Az goes first. His costume is simple, a black shirt and leggings with bands of blue around his wrists and chest. You try to put a lid on your bubbling laughter when Az comes out of the changing room, but it still boils over even as Az shoots you a murderous glare. Your dress matches the blue on his costume, with lace cutouts that expose your collar bones, and delicate fabric that flows like water around your upper thighs. The whole thing is delicately studded with blue and silver rhinestones like you wrapped yourself in the night sky. Azriel briefly feels like the air is sucked out of his lungs as he watches you examine yourself in the mirror. 

“Well, what do you think?” You twirl once for effect scattering stardust in your wake. “It’s not so bad is it?” 

“No,” Azriel coughs around a closing throat. “Not bad at all.” You nod, sending him a puzzling look. The two of you change back into your normal clothes and bid Alis goodnight before walking to your cars.

“We’re still on tonight for bowling with Rhys and Cas right?” You ask rocking back on the balls of your feet.

“Absolutely.” He agrees.

“There’s actually something I wanted to ask you about,” You start right before you’re about to split for your cars. Azriel nods at you to continue. “Lucien wanted to know if he could come tonight, he really needs to get out of the house, so he’ll be there too.” 

“Alright.” Az answers “See you later.” he tucks his hands in his hoodie pocket again before walking to his own car. 

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Lucien somehow successfully gets into the passenger seat of your car casted foot and all. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until you were driving around like you always did, singing along badly and loudly to your driving playlist. Eventually, you pull up infront of the bowling alley, bright neon lights bouncing off of the hood of your car. You help Lucien out of the seat, handing him his crutches and slowly walking into the bowling alley. Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel are already inside having claimed a booth and a lane in the back corner. Cas greets you joyfully scooping you up and twirling you around immediately, he also claps Lucien on the shoulder and you’re grateful that at least someone is making an effort to make him feel included. Rhys ordered you nachos and a drink and got Lucien a soft pretzel immediately chatting up a storm about their shared business communication class. Az hasn’t even said hello to you, even though this is supposed to be one of your bonding experiences, he just gave the both of you a noncommittal head nod and shoveled pizza in his mouth. You try not to outwardly sigh because you thought you were making progress, you thought you were past this. 

You thought you were almost friends. 

Attempting to stomp down the flash of hurt you send him a tight-lipped smile and a nod in return. This is Lucien’s first night out since his accident, so you will remain positive for his sake. 

Bowling continues uneventfully after that. Azriel and Cas are seemingly in a heated competition over this bowling match, and you and Rhys are playing much less committedly. Rhys has been flirting with the girl behind the counter for the past fifteen minutes, and you had been half-heartedly throwing your ball down the lane when it was your turn. 

Lucien had been a good cheerleader from his spot in the booth, but you weren’t very concerned about the game, content to sip on the slushy you bought. The two of you are in the middle of a very animated conversation when Cassian calls your name, coming behind you and looping his arms around your shoulders. 

“Are you coming to the victory party this Saturday after the game?” He drawls, glancing at Azriel out of the corner of his eye. “I would invite you to Vanserra, but-” Cassian glances at Lucien’s casted leg but the red-head simply shrugs. 

“No offense taken here.” Lucien raises his hands in mock surrender, “That’s not really my scene anyway.” 

“Well, we are planning on crushing your brothers’ team anyway, too bad Azzy’s still benched.” Cassian croons and Azriel sends him a murderous glare from where he’s about to launch his bowling ball. “You should come, we’ll be drinking on the Smokehound tab anyhow.” It was a sort of unspoken agreement amongst some of the local university hockey teams, losers host an after-party, booze included. 

“I’ll think about it.” You promise, and Cas ruffles your hair before leaving to grab his bowling ball. 

You completely miss the silent daggers Azriel is sending Cassian from behind your back. He doesn’t want you anywhere near this party, and Rhys won’t be too happy about your attendance either. Cas does nothing but chuckles at him with a knowing glint in his eye that sparks his irritation. You look at him once over your shoulder, and you must mistake his glower for being directed at you because for a brief second hurt flashes across your eyes. 

Something pinches in his chest and Azriel can do nothing but shove his hands in his pockets and avert his gaze to the ground.

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[fourteentrout]

ACOTAR tag game 💕

thanks for tagging me @mathiwrites ! I don't normally do these even when tagged because i never know who to tag, a lot of times everyone i think of is already tagged LOL, but i figured id start today!

I don't think I've seen one around, and figured this might be fun to do!

Answer the questions below & tag whoever you want, or make it an open tag!!

Who's your favourite ACOTAR character?

My boy tamlin!!

Who's your least favourite character?

Hm....hmmmm...oh Amren for sure.

Say something nice about your least favourite character.

She has a cool character concept and i thought it was really sweet and endearing when she gave feyre the bracelet (necklace?) to help her get through the Prison trip without panicking

Who's your favourite High Lord? (If you picked one for your fav character, then who's your second fav!)

Oooh hm not to be a copycat but I loved tarquin from the moment he was introduced, he was an instant fav and i was kind of sad that he didn't have more involvement later on that didn't have to do with the whole feyre and rhys betraying his trust thing

Favourite MINOR character?

ooh i dont know if this is minor enough but i've come to really like jurian. i didn't really have much of an opinion on him for most of the series and then for some reason in silver flames when he was in it for like 2 seconds i was like wait a minute why haven't i been more into this guy he kinda fucks

Favourite ship? (Crackships included!)

tamsand by far. though azris is becoming a close second.

Favourite court and why?

well i loved the spring court aesthetic from the first book, but at this point in the series I think I'd say maybe actually dawn. it just sounded so pretty, and i think it would be one of the subtler, less overwhelming courts while still being awe-inspiring.

Make up a brand new court RIGHT NOW, NO PREP JUST VIBES.

oh shoot um okay court of clouds?? people who specialize in wind manipulation, likely populated by a race related to the Peregryns or Drakon's race? an actual cloud court like in the sky could be a vibe I think. perhaps it would be more removed from the politics of prythian--they'd still have a High Lord, but maybe it would be more of a military government or something.

What relationship would you have wanted to see more of in the books?

oh wow i mean i am always here for more rhys and tamlin content obviously, but i would have also loved to see more of like stories and stuff about the sentries from the spring court that went over the wall, like Andras. andras and lucien's relationship in particular would be one I would have liked to know more about. I also really want to see Azriel and his mom.

What's your unpopular opinion?

god what ISN'T my unpopular opinion. hm. i think feyre's whole reasoning for wanting a baby out of seemingly nowhere is dumb. like i get it, yolo, life can be cut short, but like i really do not feel like she picked a good time to have a baby, nor do i think she is remotely ready to be a mother. when she realized she wanted kids in acofas, it wasn't a strong enough argument for me to actually like get behind her decision.

What's your favourite headcanon/fan canon?

omg i have so many I literally started a list lol. the first one on it is kind of silly, it's that Helion is actually the faerie romance author sellyn drake that nesta, emerie, and gwyn like

If you were swept away to Prythian, what's ONE thing you would want to do?

go to a festival! not necessarily something as crazy as calanmai, but i would love to go to some sort of celebration. maybe starfall?

If you could have ONE faerie ability seen in the books, which would it be?

shapeshifting without a doubt

thanks again for the tag! ill tag @cheap-spirits @achaotichuman @thedickgraysons @wingsdippedingold @hugevanserrass @lady-of-sevenwaters @the-darkestminds @msbrownwithacrown @tamlinsnailtech and anyone else who wants to contribute!! if were mutuals and i didnt tag u im sorry i tried to think of as many as possible LOL but yeah definitely feel free to contribute if you want to! this was fun

[sad-scarred-sassy]

What if Elain and Lucien met before she was made – Part 2

Read part 1 here

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Lucien Vanserra did not understand what had gotten into him.

He had become used to leading a quiet content life, but ever since seeing her, ever since touching her, something had changed. When those fawn brown eyes landed on his, he had felt stranded. Amiss. Like he had somehow lost his way, had forgotten what he was supposed to be doing with his useless, pointless life.

It wasn't that he had ever been too sure about what his life had meant to be like, ever since he lost everything he had resigned himself to serve, to fulfill his duties, to follow orders and go by. He had been content with it, had been okay with the occasional diversions he allowed himself. Not that it had been the same after Under The Mountain, all diversion essentially gone. But he had been fine with just getting by, fighting when he had to, resting when he needed to. Helping Tamlin clear up the Spring Court of the residual trash of Amarantha. He had endured harder times before and had been fine.

Until that day that one of Hybern's more playful lackeys had attacked him inadvertently and had dropped him in the only place that could be considered dangerous for a fae in the mortal lands, and he had met her. Had been saved by her.

His first thought of her had been that she was impossibly beautiful, so much so that it stunned him. That wasn't his usual opinion on any female ever. He obviously could appreciate female beauty and affections but she was the most beautiful... woman he had ever laid eyes upon and it troubled him so. He had never thought that about a female after- after Jes.

But having shoved that thought away and assessed the situation, his second thought about Elain had been that he had to protect her. It wasn't even so much of a thought but a bodily reaction he hadn't been able to rationalize. And when she hadn't shied away from him, had called his name, he thought he had never heard it sound so nicely before.

But ever since that day, ever since having felt the sudden spark at touching her small hand, and having felt the unshakeable pull of wanting his body closer to her body, having his hands on the delicate skin of her ankles, everything in his world had shifted, and Lucien, for the life of him, could not place why.

So he had ignored it as much as he could, he had busied himself, drowning in more work than he could take upon himself and had shoved those thoughts deep inside of him. What use would it make to be thinking about a human girl? A human girl he merely met once? And Feyre's sister, of all people.

He hadn't told her. Had honored Elain's wish to keep it a secret, for whatever reason. He could understand, though. Meddlesome siblings were something universal, it seemed, and it felt somehow nice to have something only he knew, a secret thing only shared with her.

But even with all the work, all the tiresome activities he subjected himself to so that he could stop thinking about her eyes, and her freckled nose, and her pouty pink lips, he could not stop seeing her in his dreams, or in random flashes when he glimpsed a rose, or a lily, or any flower, really. Living in eternal spring did nothing to help his situation.

He could swear he sometimes felt like she was calling him. He could feel it in the wind, in the smell of freshly cut grass, in the sight of the first rays of sunshine coming through his windows. It was pathetic, actually. To think a woman like her would even remember him, let alone be calling him to her. She had seemed so free, so desperately alive, he doubted he had posed any significance in her life.

He was losing his mind.

The long weeks passed and he tried to convince himself that his constant thinking of her was just an outlet for all the stress he had been accumulating, a normal response of his psyche trying to fixate in something beautiful and right, rather than the depressive reality he was shoved into. But a part of him knew it wasn't that simple, and ignoring it was resulting to be useless.

He had tried to stay away. He really did. He had tried to put her behind him. He had even gone to the village to see one of his past lovers, a headstrong but gentle female that had shared a similar need of release as him, expecting nothing more, needing nothing more. But the moment she moved her lips to his, the moment he had touched her hand in that cozy tavern they usually met at, he realized he couldn't do it, he had seen her, he had seen Elain in his mind and could not put her away. He had to apologize and leave, compelled to spend another night alone, thinking about her.

So here he was, back in the mortal lands, pacing outside her house in the dead of night under the cover of some trees surrounding her manor. Couldron boil him. He had left Spring under the pretense that he would survey the border with the human lands, Tamlin had simply agreed, and he had winnowed to where he knew she lived. But now that he was here, and somehow he could feel the closeness of her, he didn't know what to do.

He was going to leave, he had decided this was an awful idea, had turned around and prepared to winnow when a soft voice called him and made his whole body stop short.

"Lucien"

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Elain Archeron had not been able to sleep that night, and when she had finally grown tired of rolling around in her bed, she had found herself outside in her garden, taking in the chilly night, the smell of dewy grass and jasmine bushes.

She had been thinking about him... again. Lucien, he had told her his name, and she had replayed it in her mind again and again during those long weeks. Her tongue rolling softly, only for her to hear, as if her body was involuntarily calling him. She had thought she was finally losing it.

She sat there now in one of the wooden chairs alone in her courtyard, when everyone in the manor was asleep, thinking about his broad but elegant hands, his enchanting mismatched eyes, his otherworldly beauty, one that she could not find anywhere else, one that dwarfed even Greysen's handsome face. She felt the need to roll his name on her tongue again, felt the need to chant his name as if containing it inside her might actually drive her insane.

"Lucien" She spoke softly, but the sound of his name was enough to make her blush. If anyone could hear her in that moment they would say she was definately insane, sitting in the garden talking to herself. She huffed a short laugh at how hilarious it was. A tale as old as time, the human girl enthralled by the mystical fae that probably could not care less about her insignificant existence, she was a living cliché.

She tasted his name in her lips anyway, a guilty pleasure she could not rationalize. She couldn't help but feel the rightness of it, even if she was not able to place it in any logical thought. The weeks since she had met him had not been the same, as if something in her had awoken, something she hadn't even known had been inside of her sleeping.

She was just about to stand up to go inside when a voice made her stiffen.

"Elain?"

It was low and tentative, masculine but soft. The voice she had not been able to forget through all these weeks. Her heart was hammering in her chest when she snapped her head towards the orange and apple trees surrounding her garden. She saw him then and gasped, bathing under the moonlight, a statue of a male, his long flowy hair shining in a deep red under the cool light. He was looking at her with surprise in his eye, as if he hadn't expected to find her here.

He had come. He had come back.

"Lucien" She spoke again and she could swear she saw him shudder a bit. Suddenly she felt insanely self conscious, looking down at herself in her thin nightgown and flimsy silk robe. She looked up at him again, dressed immaculately, an embroidered navy blue vest, tight cream pants and knee high brown boots. He looked impossibly regal.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" She crossed her arms around her chest, heart still beating loudly, suddenly aware of the situation, looking at her surroundings to see if there was no-one else around. She questioned what exactly he was doing here, in her home, in the dead of night. Had he finally come to steal her away like the other one had done to Feyre? Like every cautionary tale of the fae she had heard since she was a child?

"I-" He said, apparently also realizing his surroundings. "I was patrolling the border and I-" He looked down and clenched his hands awkwardly. He looked up at her again. "I'm sorry for the invasion, I was just trying to check if you... and your family, were doing alright" He said.

Something about seeing him a bit undone, this mountain of a male that exuded power, struggling with his words, made her ease a bit. The familiarity of him, even if she had just seen him once before, overtaking her, making her step up towards him, even if all logic called her to be smarter, he was a stranger after all. Why did she trust him so easily?

"You came to see if we were doing fine?" She said, cocking her head a bit as she saw him stiffen at the steps she had taken towards him.

"Yes, milady" He simply said. She couldn't help but like the way that sounded on his lips, the way it made her feel.

"Under my sister's wishes?" She asked softly, tentatively shortening the distance between them, just letting her body naturally drift towards the pull she felt.

"No" He said, watching her closely, unmoving. She could swear he was also trying not to just run towards her. Was she out of her mind? Imagining things she deep down wanted to believe?

"Under your wishes?" She asked when he didn't elaborate, and she almost laughed when he didn't even word a response, simply nodding his head and straightening when she reached him under the cover of the trees. "Why?" She asked, placing one of her hands on the tree close to her, for comfort and stability.

"These are… dangerous times" He said sharply and she could finally smell his woodsy, masculine scent again. She relished in it, the way it filled her with something she didn't know she had been missing. She noticed his own nostrils flaring, as if he too was taking in her smell in that moment. It made her feel something warm deep inside her tummy, running through her core.

"I thought you would have another reason to come by" She said, tilting her head a bit. He stared at her with those dazzling mismatched eyes and softly cleared his throat.

"Were you by any chance calling my name?" He changed subject, turning it on her and making her face grow impossibly hot. He had heard her?

"Me?" She straightened. He simply watched her with a predator's gaze. She suddenly felt impossibly bare before him.

A soft smirk crept over his lips as he noticed the aggressive blush she could assume had taken over her whole face. She averted her gaze at that, but quickly found it in herself to retaliate.

"Well, maybe I was" She held her chin up towards his towering frame. "Maybe I knew you were around and decided to summon you out of the shadows, acting as if you're some thief in the night" She said, but his smirk only grew more wicked.

"How can you be so sure I'm not some thief in the night?" He said, suddenly leaning his forearm over the same tree trunk she was pressed against. His tall frame towered over her, his smell and warmth intoxicating, filling her senses. Elain again found herself in one of the most scandalous scenarios she could think of. With a fae male leaning above her in the middle of the night, smirking at her like some fiend, eating her up with his gaze.

Her face grew hotter. In fact, her whole body did.

"Have you come to take me away, then?" She suddenly sounded more serious than she had intended. He noticed it, his face relaxing to a more serious stare, eyes suddenly lost in hers.

"Do you want me to?" He rasped, a slightly devious grin curling in the corner of his mouth again. His eyes never left hers, and for a moment she actually considered it, damn her, just simply running away from her small content life, leaving everything to go see the world, things she could only imagine, experiences she could only dream of. She realized they were still looking at each other, still breathing the same air, her chest rising and falling quickly, when she dropped her gaze and stepped out of his reach.

"Funny. Do you find me so careless as to think I would just run away with a strange fae male I just met?" She arched an eyebrow in a teasing way, although the tension between them did not subside.

"I did meet you running around barefoot in the middle of a forest" He crossed his hands behind his back and shrugged a bit. His hair was tied up, but she noticed some strands that had fallen off, moving around his chiseled face as he talked.

"Can't a lady have her moments of liberty in peace?" She crossed her arms again, diverting his intent gaze.

"By all means milady, I am sorry for assuming" He teased softly and she dared to look at him again. "I will say though, I'm usually right about spotting wild things and you-" He assessed her again, as if he could read her like a book. "You struck me as one"

"I'm not such thing" She cut him a glare, but it held no real offense.

"Aren't you?" He said with amusement in his eye and she pursed her lips.

She held his gaze for a moment, even though they were just teasing, there was an undertone of reality in his words, in his assessment of her. She was trying to find it in herself to deny it, to negate the raging feeling of wanting to see more, wanting to learn everything there was to learn. She couldn't.

"You may be right" She exhaled a breath as she turned and looked towards her garden, feeling his body heat at her side, his presence so overwhelming she was having difficulty thinking. "I'm in my courtyard, talking to a strange male in the middle of the night, any proper lady would deem this scandalous" She said.

"And what do you deem this?" He asked, she could still feel his eyes on her, it felt as if he could not, for the life of him, stop looking at her, even for a mere second.

She looked at the ground for a moment, feeling out the question, sensing her response and deciding to simply voice it.

"Exhilarating" She said not daring to look at him. Her heart thrumming in her chest again. For a moment he said nothing. The night sounds filling the air between them. She swallowed as she felt him move closer to her, sliding behind her. What would Nesta say if she knew she was having such conversations with a stranger like some scoundrel in the night? Even worse, with a seductive fae male at that, tempting her to release her wild side, something she had always kept under a tight leash. It was more than enough to make her sister see red.

"Maybe if I ask you to tell me more about yourself-" His voice was rough, breath hitting the back of her ear and neck in a way that made goosebumps rise over her skin. "Then it wouldn't be so scandalous, don't you think?" He finished, and some small, wicked part of her expected him to touch her, even if just her shoulder, her hand. She quickly shut it off.

"Could be" She breathed, turning her face slightly to glance at him. "But only if you also tell me more about yourself" She dared to say.

"What do you want to know?" She felt him lean down towards her exposed neck. His mouth so impossibly close she had to shove that thought away as well. It was one thing to engage in conversation with an interesting individual, even if it happened to be in the dead of night and had the potential of ruining her entire reputation, it was another to have such improper thoughts about them.

Even if she had to shamefully admit to herself, she had never been so attracted to anyone like this before.

"What do you do... for a living?" She asked in an effort to distract herself from that line of thought. She turned around to face him again, needing to see his face and assess him as she knew he could assess her.

"I'm a court emissary" He said, his body remaining close to her, half a step away. She took a look at him, eyes wandering from head to toe.

"Are all fae emissaries so... buff looking?" She blurted and he had to contain a laugh in order to keep quiet.

"It's not a requirement" He said, amusement still present in his face. "I do like to keep myself useful in more ways than one. Training allows me to do that" He looked down at himself following her eyes, then they both met their gazes. "Do you have a complaint about it?"

"No" She said a bit too quick to be casual, his smile broadened, she noticed he had a dimple beneath those scars in his face, and couldn't help but wonder. "How did you... get those scars?" She asked and immediately regretted it, seeing how the dimple disappeared from view, his face hesitating.

"I pissed the wrong person" He cringed a bit, but he seemed to be more concerned about her own reaction than on the memory of it. "It's not a pleasant tale, but one I could tell you some day. Now it is my turn" He said and his eyes travelled around her frame. The prospect of meeting him again in the future gave her a ridiculous flutter in her chest, one she quickly pushed aside.

"What do you enjoy doing, aside from running around in haunted forests?" He asked and she held her laugh. She moved through the trees then, in an effort to dissuade his intent focus on her, but his eyes seemed to relish on her movements, on the way her thin clothes hung from her body.

“I enjoy gardening” She said a bit shyly. “I take pride in it” She concluded, signaling towards the garden behind them. His eyes followed it, quietly contemplating her work, as if he could even see the garden in the dim light. His lips curled in a soft smile.

“That’s very impressive, lady” He said. “I shall like to take a closer look some time”

Elain had the urge to fix her hair behind her ear, not really sure of what to do with her own hands.

“What do you like to do… aside from work” She asked then, caressing her fingers through a jasmine flower blooming.

He followed her closely, watching her with amusement. “I like to lay down in nature”

“I could see that” She teased and he snorted. “What’s your favorite place to do it?” She asked.

He pondered for a moment. “There’s a stream in the court I live in. Its calm, lovely in the morning and during the night, surrounded by fireflies and white lilies”

“That sounds perfect” She said, imagining such a place.

“Would you want to see it?”

“Are you trying to steal me away, still?” She gave him a look and he laughed softly.

“Forgive me for trying” He said, casually striding in front of her, intercepting her like prey, eyes dancing with mischief under the moonlight.

She bit back her smile. “Is it far?” She found herself asking. The question had surprised him a bit, he didn’t seem to expect her to actually be considering it, and if she was honest, neither did she.

“Uhm- just a few jumps- winnows I mean” She assumed he was talking about that transportation magic he had used before.

“I see” She said, thinking about the implications of it. She shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t. But she couldn’t help but be enthralled by the idea. Escaping for a night, seeing something she had never considered seeing before. Her heart hammered in her chest again.

He noticed her hesitation and tried to ease up a bit. “It was a wild proposition, milady, there’s no-“

“Let’s go” She said, determination shining on her face.

“What?”

“Take me there” She repeated, but he still looked at her like he didn’t believe her. “It’s safe right?”

“Yes…”

“And we would be back before dawn, right?”

“Yes-“

“Then take me” She said, stretching out her hand to him. He looked at her small hand. “Show me” Show me things I have never seen before.

The determination in her brown eyes must have sparked something in him, because after that he slid his broad hand around hers, and as she felt that tiny spark in their touch, the spark she had craved ever since the day in the forest, Elain felt the world collapse around them, and just like that, they were gone.

[elainsgirl]

those eluciens really cant help themselves with the victim complex, can they?

honest to god it seems like they can’t.

Fyi - this was my post:

From this alone - you tell me. Is it clear the type of boy moms I was referring too? The ones that place their sons on a pedestal and are horrible to the wives/partners. In any part of my post - am I comparing Eluciens to abusive people? No.

For ME - I see similarities. This isn’t about being an elriel, just being an Elain stan - I constantly see eluciens saying how lucien deserves better, elain will never be good enough for their baby lulu etc. That is MY experience.

From this - You have one elucien who made an entire post…yet:

So..they literally didnt even read my post hence had no idea what Im talking or referring to. Ok.

Then - pls refer back to the SS of my post, another elucien said this:

To anyone whose reading this: Can you pls point out where tf have I shamed moms? Can you point out where I said, “Oh if you like Lucien over Az - you’re a boy mom!” The fact that it was about how some of them treated Elain yet they made it about Az vs Lucien when that wasn’t even the point or topic of discussion. Says enough.

“Harass” - so me replying to an ask I was sent on MY blog, answering the ask in MY post - tagging it correctly = harassment? Its so stupid and just goes to show the type of people they are bcs how are you genuinely sitting there LYING about what I said so confidently? Thats just embarrassing for them. And the other eluciens jumping onto that bandwagon instead of being mature and actually understanding the point of my OG post. They’re telling me to “stop putting negativity into the fandom” but choosing to purposely lie about someone elses post so you can antagonise people against them is normal? Ok? Thats spreading positivity? Creating an entire post - when you yourself did not even READ my post - just to complain causing yourself and many others to miss the point and instead call me names is, again? Doing what? Don’t be like eluciens and want others to be nice and positive when they themselves aren’t.

eluciens not realising they’re literally toxic themselves is so hilarious. THIS is called toxic. What they’ve said and done over the past 2 days bcs of this one post is bullying. A post that once again - they chose to look at when it was never meant for them.

fyi - for those calling me a misogynist. Do they even understand the type of people they’re defending? Why on earth are you calling me misogynistic for pointing out how other mothers treat their sons’ partners disgustingly. Clearly, idk maybe do your research before saying just anything? This was a truly embarrassing moment for the eluciens,

I said this before but my only mistake is not Including the Az stans that also put down Elain to favour Az. Thats it.

Anyways, antis are doing an excellent job at making themselves the vicitims but honestly? Its all online for anyone to genuinely see whats happened. They’re not the victims. No one is.

[storieschats]

I feel like we are following the least interesting people on the ACOTAR universe?😂 Why can't we see Tarquin's history?

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Book 3 Page 403 of 703

What's happened so far: We've had a battle in the summer court and now we're going to have the meeting of the high lords.

What I'm thinking so far: Out of all the 100-page blocks so far this is the one I've enjoyed the most and I'm excited to get to the book and start reading the part about the meeting.

Positive points:

The battle part was nice, I can't believe I'm saying this as someone who tends to love long descriptions and slice of life stuff but we really needed some action and some adventure and the descriptions were good!

Every time we see another court I have to mention it and oh my god a dawn court sounds so beautiful!!! And with that I think we've seen them all!!!

Tarquin, summer court high lord is such an interesting character. I'll go into more detail about how this is good and bad on the negative points.

A bit more history of the continent and what other species live here with Nephelle's story!

OMG they genuinely want to try diplomacy at this meeting instead of lashing out like they normally do. So proud of them!

Nesta, Amren never leave me my darlings.

Negative points:

Honestly I loved seeing Tarquin again but what it made me realise is that I just want to get out of Freye and Rhysand's story and into the story of all these other characters who seem much more interesting but the book forces me to be inside the head of this twenty-something girl who has an almost impossible to believe lack of curiosity about everything around her ugh.

Okay, apparently the other high lords hate Rhysand because he acts horribly to protect his true identity as a good person and until a few moments ago to hide the fact that there was a good city in the night court. Okay, but we're supposed to feel that he's right about this, but he's not... Being good on the inside counts for absolutely nothing, it counts for god maybe, but for the rest of the world I mean, what you are is what you say and what you do. If you do horrible things but you feel bad, well who cares?! You are a horrible person. I hope they don't make the other high lords automatically forgive everything and feel sorry for poor Rhysand (I don't even dislike him, I just dislike the fact that the book is trying so hard to excuse him).

Ugh why do we have to do this Mor vs Nesta tension??? Why??? They don’t have to be best friends but I think the narrative going out of its way to pine them against each other is silly.

More pain for Lucien fun...

Stars so far: ⭐⭐

Predictions: The high lords will soon forgive Rhysand (except for like Beron and someone else who will be seen as the bad guys), Jurian will show up at the meeting and we'll find out that he's actually good, Lucien will save the missing queen and bring her armies!

[madameraccoon]

Falling hard | Part 5

(Masterlist)

PSA! Starting from the 2nd May I'll be back to my teaching job and I'll have less time to write. Updates will not stop but they'll be bi-weekly (two times a week) or weekly at least.

Something messes with Lucien's planning session and it gets postponed. He ends up having a chat with Tamlin. A series of misunderstanding ensues.

He was fashionably late. The summer heat had cooled down, they'd managed to put the electric fan into his hideous box not to see it again for a year at least.

He and Rhys had fallen back into their routine after a late holiday in Scotland to visit his adoptive brothers. Things had already picked up at work, he was content. The Feyre situation was under control, mostly. Apart from the absolutely not subtle reaction he had the last time he'd described her in a meeting to Rhys. The bastard had laughed himself hoarse.

All his fears about his crush ruining his relationship with his boyfriend were slowly fading. They were still going great, so much even Azriel had stopped him one morning, during their stay at his place, to ask if they were to expect an invitation soon. It was still a mystery how the appearance of another person in his radar (or heart?) could be a bonding moment, but if last month's rhythm was of any indication, he wasn't complaining.

Feyregate, as Rhys started calling it, had surely eased a lot of Rhys's accumulated stress regarding his solo project. It had given him something else to concentrate on, something that, in his own words, made Lucien look so sparkly and happy. It had also given them a wave of unexpected bedroom energy. Hence the tardiness.

Lucien tried hiding his blush by facing the sliding doors on the tube and raising the book he was absolutely not reading. Not that they had lacked it before Feyregate (damn you, Rhys, it did work as a name), but it was evident that they both had more spice than usual. Of course they had discussed it, agreeing not to read too much into it, welcoming it instead.

Lucien felt his ears become boiling hot. He was more than willing to welcome it, if it didn't make him late in the morning. Still a hell of a good morning. And a shower. He was lucky he managed to leave the house at all, probably just because he had sent Rhys to change alone in the bathroom. Inconvenient and pleasant as it had been, he was still happy of the intimacy he shared with Rhys. It was normal to have it less during stressful periods, and more when there was the energy for it. It was just... unexcpeted.

The train stopped and Lucien exited the car with all the rest of the commuters drift mindlessly out of Southwark. Five minutes later he was in front of the unassuming building where there was one the biggest architectural firms in the town. The same building where he'd met Rhys.

His phone pinged. As if by design, it was exactly his boyfriend.

Rhys - sorry I made you late this morning. I hope you didn't have any meetings. Have a nice day ❤️

He smiled.

Lucky for you I didn't have any meetings. Maybe next time let's choose one of the two options.Just got here, btw Mr. Vanserra, you're implying a next time 😏 how scandalous Honey, nothing scandalous about to people in a committed relationship having sex. Just messing with you! Don't get too much into your head. Enjoy your day and text me at lunch! You're insufferable. You're lucky I love you. I'll text you ️Love you too

Rhys was such a sucker for messaging that he sometimes looked more like a teenage girl and not a 32-year-old, 6-foot man with abs. For Lucien, who had felt so lonely growing up in his family, getting used to this lever of connection had been incredibly difficult at first. When he got to know Rhys better, though, he had understood. Being starved for communication for years did that to you.

He looked at the numbers changing on the small lift screen and got off at the 5th floor. He immediately noticed that his office door was open.

Fuck, did he really forget about a meeting?

"There you are!" said a cheerful voice. That cheerful voice. "I was starting to worry. You're never late."

Feyre was in his office. Physically sitting in one of the small chairs he had for guests. She was dressed impeccably, as always, with a classy sage romper and a stack of enamel necklaces highlighting the v-neck. The ensemble was just so tasteful (still work appropriate), and also it heightened the light tan she'd got while on vacation. He had to force himself to wear an easy smile and look anywhere else, but his eyes could only focus on the many details that made her even more delectable: the neutral manicure, slender fingers with a few rings, cord wedges, the toned arms with light scattered freckles, her neck...

"Good morning, Feyre. Unfortunately for you, I'm fit as a fiddle. I was just running a bit late," he said while putting his backpack in the usual corner and starting the computer. "What brings you here?"

"You remember that we agreed to stay a bit late today to do some further planning for the main lobby area? Would it be possible to postpone? I have promised a friend I would do something with her. I remember you telling me that it wasn't urgent, per se. I remember that you said that it wasn't necessary to stay after work, and that we could find an alternative... but then I had told you that I didn't have anything to do anyway-"

She was rambling, how cute. He tried to hide his foxy smile and lifted a hand to stop her. "Feyre, breathe. It wasn't urgent and still isn't. Don't worry, we can reschedule. If you send me your availabilities we can even find an alternative today. You don't have to justify your choice, I'm happy you are starting to have friends to go and do stuff together."

She smiled a bit bashfully, cocking her head. "I know, crazy, right? But it was high time I started befriending the locals."

"You had already started, don't worry. Besides, this way I can get home earlier and help cook. Guests for dinner."

"Ooh, fancy dinner I hope."

"If you count roast and potatoes as fancy," he shrugged.

"I grew up on sloppy joes and the only fiber I ever got was the sauce from pizza pockets. You are actually among the few here that can appreciate the complex flavour palette we are talking about."

"Ah, right, peak American cuisine."

"Don't you miss home sometimes?"

"Not really. Home's here now. I have my boyfriend, my friends, a cushy job" he said wiggling his eyebrows. "My family isn't the... supportive type." Lucien always tried his best not to make his family look bad, but it was difficult when they actually were.

Feyre looked a tad guilty and started wringing her hands. She didn't think that to be a sensitive topic, probably, and he couldn't blame her. He hadn't been home in Providence in three years. And the last time he had gone, he had done it exclusively for his mom and to have fun in destroying his father's hopes and dreams by coming out about his relationship. The man had proceeded with berating, slapping and disowning him for being gay. He didn't even try to explain to him that homosexuality and bisexuality were two completely different things, but he was just glad he didn't stew too much on the fact that Rhys was brown.

"Unfortunately not all families do what they should. I'm sorry," she said with a quieter voice, compared to her usual cheer.

"Don't worry, you couldn't have known. Homophobia is still quite present everywhere. Needless to say, I don't miss the US that much, a part from good mac and cheese and baseball, sometimes."

"You can ask some of the team to bring some Kraft boxes when they go home."

That was an opening. "Are you going to take some time to go home? Will you bring me some mac and cheese, pretty please?"

"I don't think I will. The flight is long, and I very much prefer visiting Europe while I'm here."

"Will family come visit you?"

"See? Quick to assume as much as me. - She quipped. - I don't really have that kind of connection with them anymore. So no one is coming here, and I don't have anyone to return to."

"I know the feeling, trust me. But London can be welcoming if you need a safe haven. There is freedom in starting something in a new city. London did that for me. Maybe it can do it for you, too."

She couldn't possibly catch the longing in his words. He would have done the impossible to make her stay here in London. But he had also promised Rhys to abide to the boundaries they'd set and he wasn't going to break any promises. But just imagine... going on a park date with her, going to the movies or to stroll at the V&A Museum. Taking her home to have dinner with them and try Rhys's delicious palak paneer, reading together in the nook on the second floor... he could see them in all of those scenarios. But just couldn't have it.

So he looked at her going to the office space she shared with Tamlin and Alis.

Just had a chat with Feyre. I'm not okay ⚰️

He had to wait ten minutes to get an answer.

You acting like a bloody hormonal teenager is so cute. You can gush at home tonight We're talking Pantsuit Feyre or Professional Feyre? Just to be prepared. Romper and wedges, with a side of sad backstory.

Lucien sighed and buried his face in his hands. It was going to be a long day.

***

The day stretched, busy and packed with small but bothersome things, like update meetings with the client, contractor checks, first drafts to finalise. He also had a report to finish but, to be honest, he didn't really have the energy to do it. He needed to ask Rhys for some insight on a lengthy paragraph about the inspiration behind the project and material sustainability, but he had to run that by Alis anyway.

He stretched and looked at the clock. It was time go to to lunch. He dropped a line to Rhys, reminding him to eat something, as usual, and went to the office kitchenette. It had two small tables, a fridge, a microwave and a kettle.

When he entered he saw Tamlin with Bron in front of the microwave, waiting for something to heat up.

"Hello mate," said Bron, lifting his sandwich. He had this habit of trying to imitate the British accent without much success. It wasn't mocking, just unnecessary.

"Hi Bron, Tamlin," he said, getting his packet lunch from the fridge and the condiment package. As any organised adult, he brought two or three prepped meals at the office every Monday. Reading the label, he was about to have some tofu salad with chickpeas. He grabbed the box, closed the fridge and sat at one of the small tables. The other one was already occupied by another couple of colleagues, Emily and Matt. They waves a shy hello and were engulfed again in their conversation.

"She's a little spitfire, you know. I like that about her," Tamlin was saying.

"She looks like it. I knew there was something going on there. Good for you, man," commented Bron.

Probably Tamlin felt Lucien's eyes on him, while the latter one was shaking his salad to mix the dressing, because he give him a smug smirk. "I have a date tonight."

And I couldn't give a shit.

"Me and Archeron are going out to eat. Fancy-"

Immediately he started giving a shit. "Wow, you and Feyre?" his tone came out more strangled than he intended but Tamlin didn't seem to notice. "That's..." Revolting? Offensive? Wrong? "Nice. Good for you, Tamlin. Where are you taking her?"

He wished that conversation to end immediately, but at the same time he wanted to know everything. Unaware of his internal struggles, Tamlin sat down in front of him, together with Bron.

"Bron suggested an Italian place that I think she'll like. They're famous for the linguine with seafood."

"You sure? She's allergic to shellfish, you know that?" he commented. If it hadn't been potentially deadly, he would have gladly left Tamlin to his own sad destiny, but he didn't want to play it on Feyre's health.

"I'm sure they have something without shellfish, and thanks I didn't know that. I always knew you people had a better eye for detail, compared to us," he laughed. And he probably thought himself smart. Bron didn't look and sharper, oblivious to the elephant in the room.

"You people?" If he wanted to act so dense, Lucien felt entitled to have some fun. Feyre wasn't the only spitfire.

"You know what I mean, come on."

"I really don't. Bron, maybe you're getting this joke better than me, I'm sorry."

The other man looked confused, as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet. "You gay people. Aren't you gay, Lucien?"

"Ah, sorry, I didn't know we were a people. I'll have to update Rhys on it," he said without any mirth to it.

"Ah, come on. Don't be to touchy," Tamlin tried to save the situation. "I respect everyone and their choices. I mean, you're a great dude."

He really didn't get it. "Thank you, Tamlin. I knew you people don't really pay attention but I appreciate it," Lucien sighed and returned to his salad. At least the spicy dressing was good enough to make the entire situation more palatable, since the smug display was far from over. Even though it hurt his ears, he couldn't stop listening to the bits and pieces that he could have of her. They weren't respectful in the least, but he felt glued to his chair.

"So, after the restaurant we're going to my place for some fireworks," Tamling chuckled.

Bron patted him on the shoulder. "So jealous. I wish I had a date with her. She's one hot girl. I bet she's a bit freaky as well," commented Bron.

"You can say that. She definitely knows what she likes in the bed. But once she understands I'm not exactly standard she's not going to look elsewhere."

"I don't know how I would feel dating someone with too much experience," tsk-ed Bron. "You know, body count and all. She doesn't look like wife material."

"Yes, but she will calm down once we settle. Back at home she was still peacocking a bit with the clothes and the attitude, but she won't need it anymore as soon as we make it official. And we've been going steady for some time, after Ianthe and all."

That thought alone made his stomach churn. As if they were talking about taming a wild animal and not appreciating a person coming into herself, as Feyre clearly was. He was gripping his fork way too hard.

"Does she know about Feyre? She never liked her much."

"Yes, she always thought she was a bit of a hoe and at that time I agreed with her. I've told her I'm seeing someone else, just not the name, but I know she will not like it. Feyfey is like the updated version. She has the looks, like Ianthe, but also the fire. Ianthe would never do that stuff, she had become... soft."

Ah, the masculine primal urge to bent things to its will. That was more than he could stomach. He closed the lid of his empty salad contained with a snap and stood up abruptly, making the chair screech on the floor.

"Good luck on your date, Tamlin. Don't let her choke on a scallop," he bit out before grabbing his water bottle and leaving the kitchenette in a hurry. Probably his behaviour wouldn't pass unnoticed, but he didn't want to share their oxygen a second more.

He was so gone into his head that he didn't see the person coming down the stair and almost bumped into them.

"Golly, Lucien, slow down."

A pair of warm brown eyes entered his view, together with long luscious blonde hair. "Hi Mor, sorry, I was distracted."

"I saw that. You look like you've bitten a lemon. Are you okay?" she asked, guiding him politely towards the poufs in the little lounge between the cubicles.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a very unpleasant conversation." And just like that he knew he'd fucked up. Mor's eyes lit up with a vengeful spark of an angry HR representative.

"Luce, did they happen to say something against HR regulations? Where they homophobic?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again. He chose his words carefully. "Slightly, but I'm just jittery today. I took it worse than I should have. More general misogyny. They were talking about a female colleague, not in the most flattering terms."

"Still, that's a violation, I can-"

She shut up immediately when Tamlin and Bron got out of the kitchenette and passed by them, without as much as a glance. When she spoke again, it was with a lower tone of voice. "You don't have to tell me who it was. Let's just say they like their tea done in the microwave, when they have a perfectly functioning kettle."

"I don't want to cause trouble, Mor. We all have a lot on our plates right now. We don't need this, too."

Mor shut him up lifting her manicured finger. "Don't worry. I will not start a war just yet. I might, though, see if someone else heard anything. Checking, as HR should. Better?"

He let himself take a deep breath. "Much better."

"At what time should I come tonight, since we're already here?"

"We can go back together after work if you don't mind, Rhys wouldn't, I'm sure," he answered.

"Right after work I have a hair appointment. I should be finished by 6:30, 7-ish."

"If you don't have a car, I can come pick you up there at the salon," Lucien offered.

"I'm going with a friend, we're sharing a cab. I'll meet you there," she said and the smiled sweetly. They stood up. She then said bye and disappeared in one of the cubicles.

Lucien made a stop at the toilet and took out his phone.

She's dating someone else. I don't know if I should be relieved or sad.

Rhys's answer came a couple hours later while he was working on the rendering draft for the client.

You can be both, love. There's no legal limit on your feelings. I'm sorry to hear it, especially since I knew how much you care for her. If you want to talk about it I'm here and, since I'm the best boyfriend on the planet, I'll buy a fancy bottle of wine for tonight's dinner. K?

Thank you, Rhys. I don't deserve you. Red, please.

Anything for my depressed lover

Love u

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This thing gets out of hand more and more every day. I regret nothing, though.

As usual:

I'm 7 (8?) year late to the fandom? Yes. Do I care? Not really.

Any comment or feedback is so welcome!

Inspired by A Completely Inappropriate Series of Events by @illyrianrhys and The Lucky Ones by @bibutterflies

Thanks to everyone who's part of the reading party: @sanniesworld07 @medusas-pubez @mich0731 @jaxes101 @shinevanserra @weekendrunner @mystictidalwavedream - You're giving this fic more faith than me.

[nikethestatue]

Hello! I just found your blog today and really enjoy it! I'm new to Sarah j maas. I just finished Cc after reading acotar this summer. Then I came online to the fandom this month and I've been very confused. I see all this claims that az will be with bryce or that az and gwyn are mates. Completely ignoring elain like she doesn't exist and ignoring what az wants which is what sarah wrote. I thought gwyn was nice, But gwyn is a very new character right? And I remember az maybe talking to her in the training group a few times and he was often grumpy and quiet and sometimes quite happy with their improvement, and a little calm and friendly. Just normal and professional like a teacher. Didnt think much about it. I never thought about az and gwyn in the same thought. It makes no sense to be mates from that. Very strange. I thought it is a fandom ship, like dramionie, but it was serious.

Did i miss somethint?. I don't understand where it comes from but i dont want to be mean. I found azriels bonus chapter last week because a gwynriel person told me about it. I was even more shocked they think azriel and gwyn are mates when I read it. I knew azriel and elain would be a couple but I actually didn't know azriel was already that obsessed. I really liked it for elain. After what men did to her I want that kind of love for elain. Someone who really really wants her. Azriel has always been kind and good to elain and I'm very happy about elain and azriel even more now. He and nesta are the only ones that defended elain out loud by saying that elain doesnt want lucien, which is true. The necklace is mysterious and made me sad that rhys interrupted but it makes sense. It is like Nesta kicked cassian in their chapter when they almost kissed. Some interruption and obstacle. Did I misunderstand the books? I hope not because I loved elain and azriel in the books. They slowly became my favorite. I became sad after coming into the fandom and hearing many cruel things about elain.

I read acotar slowly and in peace on my own and i slowly and steady became sure elain and azriel would be next book. It was how Sarah wrote. did I misunderstand everything? Sorry, maybe all this fandom claims that hit me this month has made me too confused since i just read all the books recently. I read all books in English but it isn't my language so maybe I missed important things. I understad english very well but dont express myself well. I think i became a little sad when I came into the fandom. I dont enjoy this fandom. It is very aggressive but I want to talk peacefully and just enjoy the books. Sorry for writing so long. I hope i didn't sound mean. Sometimes I express too bluntly in English.

Hey Anon!

Thank you. And no, you didn't misunderstand anything. You read the books and you got exactly what you were supposed to have gotten out of them.

I've been in this fandom for a long time, and I'll be honest, to this day, I am baffled by how some people misconstrue the text so badly. SJM is not a complete writer with themes and language that's difficult to understand. She is pretty basic, actually. So anyone who claims that there are all these shocking SECRET things in her books about couples or word is either willfully ignorant or tries to pull the wool over people's eyes.

And while I can sort of, kind of, understand where Gwynriel came from--a new female in the series, dislike for Elain, Azriel and Gwyn being single, Emerie being hinted at as a lesbian, them being in the same vicinity, etc. To this day, I CANNOT understand Bryceriel. I think it was born on Reddit. But it's one of the more bizarre ships out there, not only because they are from different worlds, with very different roles in their worlds, but also one is mated and another is in love with someone else. Do I understand Gwynriel? Yeah, I can understand. Bryceriel? Not so much. Because if bonds don't matter, if love doesnt matter, then why not just pain Azriel with Nesta???? It makes more sense than Bryceriel.

I don't think that you need to worry--Elriel has been set up consistently, SJM never wavered from them, she only pushed Elriel even more in ACOSF. They are also the two characters who are entwined with numerous storylines and can push the plot of the series forward.

It's hard to shut out the noise about GA and Bryceriel, but it's been very muted and minimized in the past 2 years, and especially this last year. Be thankful that you weren't in this fandom in 21-22. It was rough.

All we can do now is sit back and wait for the book to be announced and published.

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Please give this a read (and listen to the music while you do!) 🎻

Look under the cut to learn about the creation of L'autunno, Lex's dreams for future Eris content, and where Eris goes to vacation! 🏝️

How did you come up with the idea of a Ballerina reader for ꔫ L'autunno?

Coming up with L'autunno was really easy!! I was just listening to my classical music playlist (yes, i'm that person w 30 playlists I fear) and then Vivaldi's L'autunno Allegro came on. Looking at the title, I immediately thought of Eris and Nesta's waltz and wondered what type of music he would like- would the Autumn Court value their creative/performing arts as much as Velaris? (basically L'autunno is one big headcannon that went out of control, but I'm falling in love with writing it so I can't stop, I fear.) As for the ballerina, I've always wanted to be a dancer myself (nothing ever came to fruition) so I decided to let reader dance bc we all deserve to feel beautiful!!

What's something you want to see eris say or do in future books?

 In future books? I want Eris to reunite with Lucien! I want the Vanserras to stick together, bc I know damn well that LOA did not suffer all of this abuse for her children to not get along!! (keeping in mind, i am aware of the traditions in the Autumn Court but surely we can start breaking cycles or smth!!) perhaps this is asking too much but SJM, can we PLEASE have some LOA + Eris wholesome moments please please pLEASE can one of your characters have a good relationship w their parents in ACOTAR 🫶🏼

What ballet do you think Eris loves watching the most?

 OMG I love this- I referred to it slightly in the earlier chapters of L'autunno but I think Eris would love Swan Lake because of his mother!! whatever version it is, I think he'd love them all (I associate a lot of pieces in Swan Lake with Eris)

Where in Prythian do you think Eris likes to vacation and why?

 I'd like to imagine that there is this MASSIVE lake in the Autumn Court that Eris has not a manor, but a humble little cottage at!! Eldest son, daddy issues, loves his Mama, you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me he DOESN'T have a place for just him that isnt unnecessarily glitzy and glamorous?? I'm thinking he makes himself a nice cuppa and goes fishing, or bird watching, and just exists (coming from an eldest child 🫶🏼)

Give us a name for one of his brothers

I'd like to think that one of his brothers is called Theon (idk why) like Theon Vanserra... or maybe Aiden/Aidan Vanserra (I think Aidan is associated with fire?¿) but that's just my brain lol!!

Give us a name for one of his dogs!

OMG. okay, I have a LIST AHAHAH (I'm normal about this I promise) Definitely think Bruno, or Cain, maybe Nox/Lennox idk. but um yeah!!

[msshadowqueen]

TOG characters meet ACOTAR characters part 1

It was the annual Yulemas celebration, and all of Aelin’s friends + Lorcan had convened in Terrasen’s palace. Everyone from Ansel of Briarcliff to Manon Crochan Blackbeak came. Even Yrene with her abdomen that was now showing had come. Aelin and Rowan’s home had never felt more full. It was an amazing feeling. She wondered if this was how it would feel to have children.

She pushed the feeling aside. As much as she wanted children, she wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment yet. Terrasen’s rebuilding came first.

Aelin was wearing a shiny silver dress while her mate wore green armor (sigh, when was he going to start wearing normal clothing?) that brought out his eyes. Fenrys on the other hand, was having way too much fun dressing up. He’d shown up in a full-blown white toga, paired with a golden laurel and golden waistband. He’d tied half his hair up and left the rest to cascade in waves around his shoulders. He seemed just fine as he went to annoy Lorcan, but Aelin could sense the sadness radiating out of him. Aelin just wished she knew how to fix it.

Lorcan was not in black (gasp!), but rather it seemed he had been forced into dark red robes by his wife, who wore a matching dark red dress. It never failed to amuse Aelin that one, his name was Lord Lorcan Lochan, and two, he willingly followed the small, delicate young Lady of Perranth’s every order. He had been teaching her how to read while helping rebuild Perranth, so Aelin would sometimes catch Elide reading children’s books out of the Terrasen royal library.

Chaol was awkwardly standing in a corner with Manon, of all the people. Dorian was dancing with Chaol’s wife, leaving the two standing near each other. Chaol looked slightly pale and constantly stared at Manon’s hands, as if waiting for the iron nails to unsheathe themselves. Aelin decided to spare her old friend and come in between them.

Once she was within earshot (since she was Fae, she was still quite far from them), she heard Manon hiss in his ear, “Agree to dance with me Chaol, so that Dorian thinks I’m playing nice with his friends.”

“Are you playing nice with his friends though?” Chaol dared to ask.

“Do I look nice to you, human? Come, let’s dance.” Manon grabbed his hand.

“Mind your manners, witch,” Aelin said coolly, stepping towards them. There was a glimmer of relief in Chaol’s eyes as Aelin interfered. “I’ll keep her from doing anything murderous, don’t worry,” Aelin said, patting Chaol on the arm. Then they began to dance.

Manon had very little grace, but Chaol made up for it with his own steering.

“No interest in dancing, my queen?” Rowan suddenly appeared in front of him, offering a tattooed hand to dance. Aelin snorted. “Still pretending to be a gentleman, I see.” But she accepted the hand and let him pull her to the dance floor.

Aelin swished and swayed around, and Rowan laughed. “Are you drunk already, my queen?”

Aelin shook her head. “No, the floor is just unsteady.”

“Why would it be unsteady?” Rowan asked. But then he suddenly tilted sideways. “Oh shit.” Aelin had no time to react when she and a majority of the guests at her party got sucked into a vacuum in the ground like a black hole. Meanwhile in Velaris… Gwyn rolled her eyes as she trained with Emerie and Nesta. “Merill has become more and more obsessed with her otherworld theory ever since you used the Harp. I don’t know how she found out about it, but…” Gwyn swiped low with her sword and aimed a kick at Emerie, who dodged it quickly. “She’s convinced she’s found a way she can actually look into other worlds. I told her she’s barking, and she got mad.”

Nesta snorted. “I’d be pretty irritated too if a little priestess called me crazy.”

Gwyn elbowed her, and the three of them laughed. Merill’s experiments were ridiculous anyway.

Lucien was just strolling through the streets of Velaris when he was hit by flying fae.

The Mother must really hate him, he decided. He’s just minding his own business on any other day and of COURSE he’s hit in the face by a body.

“That’s it, I’m done with this shit,” Lucien grumbled, pushing the body off of him. He found himself staring into the eyes of a beautiful female. Her eyes were a turquoise with a ring of gold around the pupil, with long flowing blonde hair that fell to her waist. She was wearing an elegant crown along with a silver dress so sparkly Lucien almost had to look away. But that wasn’t the strangest thing. No, the strangest thing was that…

“I can smell the flame on you,” he said. The female just stared at him, confused. Then she replied back in a foreign language.

Lucien recognized it from a class he had taken ages ago. He was probably the only one of his brothers who would ever recognize it, as he had had the most thorough education as the youngest child. He was pretty sure there would never come an occasion where he’d need to converse in such a dead language, but here he was.

“I can’t understand you,” she had said. “No one has spoken that language here in thousands of years,” Lucien replied back in that old tongue. His words sounded strange, like they were spoken by a different person.

The blonde girl gasped. “Oh no. I must have traveled between worlds.”

Lucien raised a brow. “Impressive. How’d you manage that?”

The girl shook her head. “This was not supposed to happen. The Wyrdgates are closed.”

“I have no idea what Wyrdgates are, but I’m pretty sure there are multiple ways to cut across worlds.” The girl stared at him. “Where am I?”

Lucien shrugged. “Prythian.”

“My friends- they must have fallen here with me. Where are they?”

Lucien shrugged. “I don’t know. I only saw you, as you literally knocked me down.”

The girl winced. “Sorry about that.”

Lucien smirked. “There are better ways to get my attention than sitting on my face.”

The girl smirked back but replied with, “You’re hot for sure, but I’m married.”

Lucien stood up, brushed off his clothes, then offered the girl a hand. “I was only joking. I’m a mated male.”

The girl took it. “What a coincidence. I’m also mated. What is your name?”

“Lucien. You?”

The girl grinned. “Aelin.”

Lucien and Aelin searched around Velaris for her friends. It wasn’t hard to find most of them. They were all dressed in strange attire and looked extremely disoriented. Lucien soon met Aelin’s mate and husband, a male who looked as if he’d fit right into the Summer Court with his white hair and tanned skin. He later found a male he could only describe as golden. Golden hair, golden skin, golden on his clothes. He gasped when he saw Lucien. Lucien had raised a brow. “Is something wrong?”

The golden male had replied with, “Wow…your hair. It’s so bright, and thick, and colorful, and long, and shiny!!!!!” He’d turned to the white-haired male and said, “I want red hair now, Rowan.”

Lucien had to stifle a laugh. “Thanks.”

“How do you maintain your hair?” The golden male, who Lucien soon came to know was named Fenrys, kept asking him about his hair care routine and it occupied them until Aelin found their other friends.

Lorcan groaned as he got off the ground. He was covered in snow, having landed in a nice, clean patch of it. He panicked for a moment, searching for his wife before he realized he hadn’t let go of her hand. Elide was right next to him, and she looked a little winded but otherwise ok. On Lorcan’s other side several feet down, he could see Manon, Chaol, Dorian, and Yrene getting off the ground. Yrene was frantically patting her womb, trying to ensure that her baby was still alive. Lorcan resisted the urge to shout that her baby was just fine. He had no idea what sort of enemies were here.

He got up and gently pulled his wife with him. Together, they began to walk towards the King of Adarlan. Just then, he saw Aelin walk around the corner with Fenrys, Rowan, and a strange male with red hair and a scar that added a dangerous edge to his handsome face.

Together, Lorcan and company walked towards Aelin.

“Who the hell are you,” Lorcan asked shortly of the redhead.

Aelin tsked. “Sorry about him, Lucien. He’s a miserable bastard, but don’t let him put you out. You ever need him to do something, just ask his wife, Elide.” She gestured to the woman whose hand Lorcan still held.

Lorcan scowled, but the male who Aelin referred to as Lucien looked him over and grinned.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lorcan demanded. The male with glossy red hair and a wicked scar to go with the metal eye on one side of his face only grinned and replied, "You're taller than Cassian."

“Who the hell is Cassian?”

Lucien shrugged. “Nobody important. An annoying, bratty, overgrown bat.” Lucien turned to Aelin. “I’m assuming you’ll want a safe place to stay temporarily with all your subjects.”

Aelin raised a brow. “Subjects?”

Lucien snorted. “I don’t think ordinary citizens walk around with that kind of glamour or with crowns on their heads.” He gestured to all of them. “I have a residence in this city. I’ll take you all there.”

Lorcan wasn’t sure if they could trust the male, but he seemed decent enough. Lorcan could smell no ill will on him. He wondered at the scar on his face. Fae did not scar easily, and for him to have a metal eye like that…he must have survived unbearable cruelty. He immediately thought of his wife’s ruined ankle, a product of the tower she had been locked in for ten years, and he clenched his teeth. What kind of fucked up shit went on in this world?

[rizzoreads88]

Here are my basic Acotar opinions. Let’s just get this out of the way because my inbox has been crazy lately…

✨Yes I wholeheartedly ship Elriel & Vassien.

✨Yes Nesta is my fav SJM character.

✨Cassian is the best Acotar male and I don’t agree w any of the Cassian slander.

✨Nessian is my fav SJM couple.

✨Yes I love Tamlin. No I don’t agree with everything he did and Feyre belongs with Rhysand but over all I think Tamlin is a great complex morally gray FICTIONAL character and I think he has a great heart but he is someone who fights his own demons and sometimes he wins and sometimes they win. That doesn’t excuse any of his actions but just like the beast in beauty in the beast which he is based off of it helps you understand his character and heart.

✨Yes I love Lucien & Azriel equally.

✨Yes I love Elain and don’t think she deserves most of the hate she receives. People are really unfair to her character.

✨yes the Valkyries are my fav SJM friendship.

✨No i don’t hate Feyre or Rhysand. I do have mood swings w both characters. There are times in the books I love them and times I think they are terrible but even still no I don’t think Feyre is a bad character overall, No I definitely don’t think Rhysand is evil. I just think the fandoms double standards when it comes to them is wild at times.

✨I don’t think tamlin or nesta is worse then any of the other main characters. Every single character has their good/bad moments and traits. They all have their inexcusable and heroic moments. If we held every character to todays standards they would all be very toxic at different points. (Obviously I’m not talking about the villains I don’t like any of the villains).

✨No I’m not going to freak out if elriel & vassien aren’t endgame, no I’m not going to throw any tantrums or leave the fandom. I’m going to live my life as normal because these are fictional characters and it’s not that serious.Ruhn/ Day was my most hated SJM ship ever before Hofas. Like ever. And after Hofas I ended up loving them wholeheartedly. I trust SJM to write a good story. So yes I will read the Elucien book if they happen. I am excited for ELAINS STORY regardless.

I try to be really respectful of everyone’s opinions. Don’t get me wrong I have my bad days where I can be snippy and a jerk too but overall I try to be nice and respectful. Yes my response to anons lately have been very snippy for sure but at this point the energy you come at me with is the energy you will receive back from me.

These past two weeks I have had Gwynr/els just blowing me up every single day, all day long. Being super rude and just trolling. I have people always try and talk junk because I still like Tamlin.So if you come into my anons trolling me I’m going to troll you back. If you come into my anons super rude I’m going to be rude back. If you want respect then be respectful. It’s not hard.

These are my acotar opinions with all the info and story we have now. Could some of these change after future books? Sure but If any of these acotar opinions bother you or you want to respectfully discuss them ok let’s do that. But if they bother you to the point you want to blow me up w anons being super aggressive or rude my page is not the place for you.