#merman!azriel

[azsazz]

Siren Songs

Merman!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: A mermaid Azriel making a pearl necklace for his beloved... 

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,879

Notes: No because this has me in my feels. 🥺

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The ground is soft beneath your toes, grass tickling your feet as you wander through the low hills, a soft smile on your face. Your basket is clutched tightly in your grip but your pace is leisurely, enjoying the sudden spring weather as you walk.

You’d kicked your shoes off almost immediately, eager to feel the perky, lush grass, rearing its head under the warm sun. Winter had been far too long for your liking, snow piling onto the ground, the cold weather freezing over the Sidra, and it had left a pang in your chest, knowing that if the river running through Velaris was a block of ice, than so would the bodies of water scattered throughout the Night Court. 

But the deep blues of the Sidra are now flowing again, and for the first time all winter, the longing that filled your soul was replaced with excitement, with hope.

Your sweater is folded nicely in your basket, the warm sun kissing your skin, pale from winter. Your heart thrums in your chest, the soft breeze carrying your hair around you in a gentle caress. 

Life is good.

You shut your eyes at the feeling, humming appreciatively, pointed ears perking up as you slow to a stop, the sweet, low sound of singing not far off.

Forget where you’re going,

Forget what you’re doing,

And come to us,

Come live with us…

Your heart settles in your chest, warming at the sound of the familiar voice, drawing you to its sweetness like a moth to a flame.

It’s a soft melody, saccharine and weaving through the trees, the lyrics dancing happily in your head. It sounds safe, like something comfortable, trusting, urging you nearer with its prominent words.

You follow, and it's as easy as breathing.

The path through the squabble of trees is simple, the path worn from the others before you, lured in by the honeyed songs and perfectly pitched tones. His low rumble of a voice settles your bones, your heart fluttering in your chest.

You don’t want to pry your eyes open, don’t want the spring-like tones to stop, but you trip over a loose root with a gasp, shattering the sugary mood.

The pounding of your heart in your chest doesn’t slow because there’s no more sweet song, because he’s there, all tanned skin and blue shimmering tail kicking up aimlessly where he’s splayed out on a smooth rock, working something in his hands that you can’t quite make out from your vantage point across the pond.

He’s fucking beautiful.

Your breath catches in your throat as he turns.

His dark damp hair clings to his forehead like he’s only just arrived, a sneaky bead of water trailing down the column of his throat. His startled face melts into a certain softness reserved only for you. His golden gaze flickers with his tail and his pretty pink lips curve upwards as he takes you in.

The glow of your presence is fractured when his scarred thumb mindlessly caresses the object in his hands. It catches in the sun but from this far away you can’t make it out, even less when he bashfully tucks it beneath the water as he slides off of the rock.

He swims towards you like he’s the one drawn to you, and you have no doubt that he’d pop right out of the water if he could, but his powerful, shiny blue tail moving fluidly behind him as he moves nearer prevents him from doing just that. 

You crouch at the edge of the pool with a soft smile. You don’t care if the water seeps through the knees of your dress, chilly from only the first few days of spring, you only care about getting your hands on him, letting him hold you after such a long time apart.

Reaching a hand out he slides right up into it, planting his hands on either side of your legs as he breaks the surface, pulling himself up from the water and into your embrace. 

“Azriel,” you breathe, and it’s wet with emotion. You’d missed him entirely too much.

“(Y/N),” he murmurs your name like a prayer, pressing his forehead up against yours. Every part of him aches for you, and he so desperately wants to press his body up against yours, to finally feel you again after having had to spend so much time away in the Summer Court while winter raged in Night. He doesn’t want to ruin your pretty dress.

At least not yet.

The kiss feels like your first. Everytime your lips meet it feels like you’re a young girl in love, dreaming about falling in love with a prince or a knight.

A merman is so much better.

It’s tender and you feel it rushing through your veins, wrapping your heart with warmth and love and longing, settling into your bones like you’ve never once been apart. He is a breath of fresh air.

“You’re early,” he whispers against your lips before pulling away slightly.

You give Azriel a soft smile in return, brushing the wet hair from his brow. 

“You know I can’t resist that pretty voice.”

Azriel winces, drawing back on instinct. Your heart twists with worry. He knows that his singing lures in anyone who hears it, and while there was a time that that would end in a harrowing death for whomever listened, it just isn’t who he is anymore.

Not since he’d met you.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he admits worriedly, but you’re pressing your hand to his cheek in reassurance. His scarred one darts from the water to wrap around your wrist and your temper flares at the sight of the pink skin, heart aching for the merman who’d been dragged out of his home and set aflame. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, Az,” you speak easily, trying to dispel the fear in his golden eyes. He’d never forgive himself if someone else had lured you in like this, and he’s beat himself up over it for years since he’d done the same to you. “I know you would never hurt me.”

The twin emotion in your chest eases as he assesses you, relaxing when he detects no lies.

“I love you,” he gently turns your hand from his cheek to press a kiss to your palm, “I missed you.”

“I love you too, Azriel,” you respond, eyes sparkling and chest thrumming with just how much you love him, “It was a long winter without you.”

“I wish I could experience it,” he says, flopping his tail into the water with a pout. “It’s not fair that water freezes in the winter.”

“If it didn’t it would still be too cold for you to swim in, Az,” you roll your eyes playfully, “No matter if you believe that or not.”

He pushes away from the bank, floating on his back a moment, tucking his hands behind his head as he grins up at you, hazel eyes glimmering with mischief. “You should steal me away, I’ll live in your bath.”

You laugh and his smile only widens, “You’d hate it.”

“But I’d be with you,” he says somberly, the grin dropping from his face as he once again swims closer. “I hate being without you.”

“I know,” you respond sadly. If you could steal him you would, but it would be horrible for Azriel to be trapped in such a small place for the entirety of winter. If there was only something you could do.

You perk up as an idea blinks into existence.

“What is it?” he asks, cocking his head cutely at your sudden shift in attitude. 

“What if I move to Summer?” you ask bashfully, cheeks pinking up as your gaze falls to your lap. “Then we could be together every day, even in the winter.”

He doesn’t answer for so long that rejection stings your chest, but when you peek up at him, his jaw is agape with awe.

“You–” he clears his throat, “You would do that for me?”

Your cheeks flush hot and you know they’re redder than Cassian’s siphons.

“You know I would, Azriel. I love you.”

He breaks out into joyous laughter, springing from the water and snatching you around your waist. You squeal as he tugs you into the pool of water with him, holding you tight.

His scaly tail is smooth against your exposed legs. The water is a lick of cold against your body, but his warmth against you makes it worth it.

“You’ve just made me the happiest male in the entire continent,” he grins, and he doesn’t stop as he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and the kiss is nothing more than your smiling mouths pressed together because the utter delight he’s flooding your chest with has you feeling on top of the world.

You peck him once he settles a little, eager to get you going. You could listen to him talk for hours, and you love how excited he is, telling you all about how there’s a building you could live in that butts right up to the ocean, balcony and all so he’ll be able to visit you everyday.

His one hand moves across your hip to adjust you better and you feel something in it but you can’t make it out because of the dark water.

“Az,” you peck his cheek with a giggle, “What’s it you’ve got in your hand?”

It’s his turn to look sheepish, a ruddy blush creeping up his gloriously tanned chest to his cheeks.

“I, uh, I made you something,” he tells you, acting a little nervy.

You’d just offered to move to a different court to be with him, so you don’t know what could possibly have him so jumpy.

“Can I see it?” you pry with a sweet grin that you know he can’t resist.

He bops you on your nose, grinning when you scrunch your face up cutely. 

“I suppose so,” he replies, more playful and relaxed. He scoops his hand out of the water and you gasp at the string of milky pearls he holds.

You almost don’t want to touch it, don’t want to taint its beauty, but Azriel’s taking your hand and showing it to you, urging you to finger over the smooth, opalescent pearls.

“Took me all winter,” he admits in the silence you’re stunned by its allure, “Couldn’t get you out of my head, love.”

Your eyes are wet when you look up at him, “Thank you, Azriel. It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiles, sweeping you into another wild kiss. He spins you around in the water before settling again, asking eagerly, “Can I put it on you?”

You nod, turning around in the pool, wading your arms to stay afloat as he slips the necklace over your head. It’s a perfect fit slaying across your collar bones.

“Well? How do I look?” you ask, turning around slowly so that your love can drink you in.

Azriel can’t help it, taking your hand and tugging you into his chest. He’s the happiest he’s ever been, deeply in love with you.

“You look perfect, love,” he whispers against your lips, “Absolutely perfect.”

[elriell]

Happy Mermay & start to Elriel Month!! 🧜🏻‍♀️

There was no way I wasn’t going to kick this epic time off without the amazing @carasalexandra to bring us a follow up the original mermay piece!

You can find the first one on @atouchofmagicdesigns shop! The second will be up on mine hopefully by Wednesday if the prints/bookmarks arrive 💙

Thank you so so much for taking on this project and putting so much enthusiasm and love into it @carasalexandra 🥹💙 Endlessly grateful!

Characters by @therealsjmaas

Part 1:

[letstrytoohard]

There’s A Blade Where Your Heart Is

Summary: Azriel is hunting humans after a shipwreck, and as he attempts to claim his lovely prize, she stabs him in the shoulder. This chance encounter sends him spinning out, pushing the boundaries of what he's willing to do to get close to her.

The only thing he can’t give her is his heart.

The initial idea was a cute reverse Little Mermaid, but I imagined Az with bloody canines and I couldn’t resist.

Hoping to start posting chapters by mid-September! It'll be smutty and bloody, featuring a shirtless Azriel with his fangs out, and Gwyn looking hot and being violent.

Snippet below the cut if you want to check it out:

Vivid teal eyes met his as she suddenly jolted, shoving her face underwater and revealing a shock of long, coppery hair, lovely pale skin, and plush pink lips. Stunned, Azriel didn’t pull away as her grip on his hand tightened, pulling him towards her. Mother, she was truly stunning. Her hair was silky, floating through the water like the rust-colored blood of her shipmates. His other hand reached to grab a soft strand when a sudden burst of pain in his shoulder forced him to let go and rear back. She’d stabbed him, the little vixen, with a rather large dagger. She pulled her head from the water but began to sway, losing consciousness as the adrenaline from the wreck overwhelmed her.

She’s a human. Let her fall. One more to add to your bounty tonight, and she’s worth much more than the others. 

The practical side of Az’s brain screamed at him, banging on the walls of his skull as he broke the surface of the water to catch her, placing her gently back onto the driftwood. She clutched the dagger, cradling it to her chest even as she was unconscious. He smiled at the blade, remembering the bite of its edge and the fierce light in her eyes when she drew blood. She was magnificent even in the light of the burning ship, the flames casting deep shadows around her face, hollowing out her cheekbones. Unable to stop himself, he gently traced the slope of her nose, the shape of her lips with a single finger, smiling to himself as she shivered under his touch.

[born-to-riot]

Spreading my Azris MerMay agenda.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

ROBYN "HIRAETH" GOODFELLOW | ARCHFEY BARDLOCK | HALF SEA ELF

Name: Robyn Goodfellow

Nickname: Hiraeth. It was her human mother’s name. She took it as her own after returning from the Feywild and uses it as her performing name to honour her memory after having lost her to the whims of time.

Title: “The Silvertongued Saltimbanco”

Alias: Puck (it was the name Oberon used for her during her time in the Feywild. Her Patron grew fond of it and that’s how she is known at the Seelie Court. She doesn’t seem to particularly appreciate it, but she knows better than to contradict either Oberon or Titania).

Age: 33 years old (albeit, she woud be over 150 years old, due to having spent approximately three years in the Feywild, at the Seelie Court, where time flows differently compared to the Material Plane. She was actually born in 1292 DR - Year of the Wandering Waves).

Birthplace: Hiraeth was born in the waters of Deepwater Harbour of Waterdeep, in the sea elf hamlet of T'Quession.

Hometown: Waterdeep, the City of Splendours

Current Residence: Before the events of Baldur’s Gate 3, Hiraeth was travelling around the planes with the Witchlight Carnival, where she performed as Trapezist and Aerial Artist. After the events of Baldur’s Gate 3 and after fulfilling her pact with Oberon, she went back home to Waterdeep with Gale.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Race: Half-Sea Elf

Class: Archfey Warlock/ Bard

Profession/job: Saltimbanco and Trapezist.

Visual particular traits: Underneath the Fey Glamour she casts upon herself to appear as a normal Elf, Hiraeth hides the scales, fins and gills that would be a dead give away of her sea elven heritage. She is not particularly comfortable in showing them around, at least on the Material Plane. In the Feywild, she doesn’t care as much and goes around without any glamour covering her features.

Scent: Evening Primrose, Pansies, Moonflower and Honeysuckle. Hawtorn as well.

Colours/symbols associated with: The Colour of the Astral Sea; Her flute, carved by Damh himself, twin to his own, from which she never parts ways; the mist in an autumnal forest at dusk; A bush filled with blossoming pansies, in all the shades of blue, violet and pink; the dust that fall of a butterfly’s wings; the beauty of the crushing waves during a storm; the glittering of fireflies all round a meadow;

Languages: Thanks to her time spent in the Feywild and subsequently, travelling with the Witchlight Circus and her own inclination to pick up languages easily, Hiraeth can speak an incredible amount of languages. She is fluent in Sylvan, Faun, Elvish (Sea Elvish) and Common. She is also conversational in Sylph, Merman Language and Selkie and, while travelling with Azriel, Asra and Dorothea, she is learning Infernal and Druidic as well.

Accent?: She retaines no Waterdhavian accent from the small time she spent with her mother and father, before ending up in the Feywild, and her current accent is influenced by Damh’s own. So she generally speaks with a strong Sylvan accent.

Tropes they embody: “Fish out of water”, “The Charmer”, Plucky Comic Relief”, “Eternal Youth”, “The Fair Folk”, “Broken Bird”, “Manic Pixie Dream Girl”, “The Rebel”, “The Eternal Optimist”, “The Trickster”, “Hidden Depth”, “Badass Adorable”, “Beware the Nice Ones”, “Cloud Cuckoo Lander”, “Cute Bruiser”, “Deadpan Snarker”, “Bunny-Ears Lawyer”, “Didn’t think this through”, “Exact Words”, “Obfuscating Insanity”, “Eccentric Artist” “Everyone Calls Him Barkeep”, “Non Sequitur”, “Daddy’s girl”, “Fourth-Wall Observer”, “Cheshire Cat Grin”, “O.O.C. Is Serious Business”, “The Prankster”, “Fey-Driven Talents”, “Undying Loyalty”.

Personality: Charismatic, Enchanting, Imaginative, Assertive, Natural Flair for the Dramatic, Sweet as Sugar, Enthusiastic, Kind Hearted, Mischievous, Witty, Whimsical, Happy-go-lucky, Determinate, Resilient, Spontaneous, Eccentric, Fey-Touched, Thoughtful, Can be apathetic, Far too forward, lack any type of filter, uncautious, erratic, disorganized, sometimes she appears detached from reality, as if she was living in two places at the same time. It took Gale a while to realize that it can take a while before she comes back to their reality. Whenever she is “back”, all she could say is that whenever the music of the flutes starts, she has to follow.

Detailed Backstory: Hiraeth - née Robyn Goodfellow - was an Half-Sea Elf, born from the union of her human mother, Hiraeth Dantathur Goodfellow, and a Marel Sea Elf, Aeren Maenenrid, of the noble house Maenenrid, one of the founder family of Mareliar.

Her father was a respected warrior among the Aquatic Elves society, known for his prowess in battle, the merciless ferocity he displayed against the enemies of his people and his utmost devotion to the Goddess Umberlee; her mother, instead, was a kind but spunky human woman and a renowned travelling bard in Waterdeep, known for being able to compose and play the most beautiful songs, dedicated to the Goddess Selune, despite being completely blind.

They met by chance while she was touring in Cormyr with her itinerary band: she was singing in Dragonmere and he happened to listen upon her, while patrolling the shores. There was something in the way that human sang, something in the way her notes would touch part of his heart in a manner unknown even to himself. Before long, Aeren found himself absolutely smitten by her and her singing, and approached her, with all intention of getting to know her. Hiraeth Dantathur, on her end, was also incredibly curious about this suitor of hers, albeit unaware about his maritime persuasion.

Nevertheless, their love soon blossomed over time, and evolved in a forbidden relationship, for Aeren had been promised, in an arranged marriage, and betrothed to another Marel Elf, Nessa Aveantius. Aeren could not bear the thought of giving up his sweet human love, and decided - despite dreading the idea - to travel through dry land and leave the Sea of Fallen Stars behind, heading instead with Hiraeth Dantathur to her hometown, the City of Splendors, Waterdeep.

Here, they would settle down in the harbour, where Aeren would make contact with the local population of Sea Elves and offer his skills and experience as defender of the underwater hamlet of T'Quession, and not long after this, their only daughter, Robyn, was born.

Joyful and mischievous, little Robyn spent more time underwater than she did on land, swimming and diving deep in the harbour, where she would play with the children of the Sea Elves of T’Quession.

Whenever her mother would manage to catch Robyn and actually make her sit still for a little while, she would bring her to the same woods where her father, a druid and acolyte of the Feywild Gods, raised a stone circle and standing stone; there, she would teach Robyn how to play the flute in honour of Damh and Titania, Oberon ad Verenestra, and would talk for hours about all the stories her own papa would tell her about the Feywild.

Fascinated, Robyn would start to look forward to these little moments with her mother, and would start bringing small gifts of food to leave within the stone circle, as an offering to the old Sylvan Gods.

Their happy days, however, would soon come to a close, for Nessa Aveantius, Aeren’s intented, with sorrow at first and then scorn at the news that her future husband would renounce their future life for a human woman, did all in her power to find them and take back the happiness that was stolen from her.

So, one day, five years from Aeren and Hiraeth Dantathur’s arrival at Waterdeep, the assassins sent by Nessa would find the small family and enact the long awaited revenge of the scorned elf-woman.

Aeren fought like a shark, trying to defend both Hiraeth and Robyn, but unprepared as he was, he lost Hiraeth to the assassins’ daggers before he had the chance to even embrace his own trident. Knowing Nessa and her vindictive temper , Aeren knew that the assassins’s aim was not just the woman he had loved, but also the child that they had sired together, so to forever erase the offense brought by his betrayal.

He screamed for little Robyn to run, run, run, as far and as fast as the breeze allowed her, and to never look back, for if she did, she was lost.

Robyn, covered in her mother’s own blood and absolutely terrified in her pain, fled the small cottage, trying to put as much distance between the assassins and herself. She let her feet guide her down the path, drowning in pure terror as she tried to keep the last thoughts of her mother’s life away from her mind.

Back into her mother’s glade, she found her grandfather’s circle of stone, and without looking back, she crossed through the dolmen, and kept running until her legs gave out ad she couldn’t even breathe anymore.

So terrified she was of her pursuers, that she hadn’t even noticed that the forest around her was not the wood that bordered the clearing, and without a second thought, she would find a small cavity in one of the trees nearby, climbing inside and hiding away.

She didn’t remember how long she had spent inside the tree, trembling and whimpering at every single sound, but it was not long before exhaustation would take her and she would fall into a deep, almost impenetrable sleep.

Nightmare after nightmare would followed her through her slumbering, chasing and stalking her like a pack of rabid dogs that would not let her rest, reliving the moment her mother’s eyes - blind from childhood - would truly never see life ever again; recalling her father’s blood running from the wound on his head and his distraught scream of admonishment to run for her life.

Nightmare after nightmare after nightmare that paralyzed Robyn into a spiral of horrors, until gentle music found its way within her mind and quelled some of those atrocities.

When she opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was, she found a stranger looking at her with curiousity.

He didn’t resemble any man she ever saw in her life: small in stature, with skin the colour of the branches of the tree around her, auburn hair with golden filigree and eyes as dark as a starless night, he appeared to be around the same age as her papa, but at the same time, something about his bearing made him appear as old as the mountains she once read about in one of her mother’s book.

That man was Damh, son of Titania and Oberon and the old Patron God Robyn’s maternal family worshipped when alive.

Without any question, for he had witnessed what had happened to her, he took young Robyn with him, and brought her to the Summer Court, Titania’s domain, where she would reside for the following three years.

Damh would plead his mother to allow him to keep the child around, for her family was among the few that still worshipped him, and a great tragedy had befallen them all. Titania would agree to her son’s wish, moved to profound pity at the predicament the child had found herself into, but she had one condition for her son: to never let the mortal child wander the Summer Court whenever Oberon was around; the Green Lord was not fond of mortals, after Titania’s own tryst with a mortal man a few decades earlier, and she knew that, even if time had passed, he still resented her for it.

And so little Robyn was left under the gentle - if unorthodox- cares of Damh, who treated her with kind compassion and saw in her an acolyte and a student to whom impart the knowledge of the Feywild and of the Sylvan Gods of Old.

The sadness in Robyn’s heart lingered for a while, with her thoughts always leading her back to the Harbour of Waterdeep, where her life had started and finished at the same time. But time and reality in the Feywild was fickle, and soon her memories started to dim. As Damh would often explain to her, whenever she asked why she couldn’t answer questions about her past anymore, “ The Feywild makes you forget. The longer you linger here, child, the more of you will be lost to the Faerie”.

With forgetfulness, came a quenching of the sorrow that was strangling her heart, and each day that sorrow would relent its grip, leaving Robyn in relative peace, as she followed Damh around from one adventure to the other, exploring all the Feywild far and wild, as she slowly forgot about everything that was “before”.

But the Green Lord, who dominated over the Summer Court, couldn’t be kept oblivious for long, and a fatal day, Robyn, now a child of almost eight years of age, stumbled upon him while looking for Queen Titania and Damh.

As much as the sight of a mortal child walking his Court despite his explicit ban on allowing mortals to enter that sacred ground was enough to anger Oberon, nothing could rival the fury he felt when he discovered that his own son and wife had concealed Robyn from his knowledge.

Knowing that he couldn’t do anything to hurt either Titania nor Damh, Oberon decided to take his revenge onto the child that had dared stroll around his Court, and bound young Robyn into a pact with him: Robyn was tricked by Oberon into giving her name to him, in exchange of powers that altered reality for her victims, leaving her unable to distinguish dreams from reality. Robyn believed that she was agreeing to a harmless promise to bring joy and merriment, after so much sorrow, and to also contribute to protect beautiful dreams, but instead, she was unwittingly caught into Oberon and Titania’s quarrel, born out of Oberon’s jealousy toward the favour his wife had once shown to a mortal through dreams and visions.

Because of this, Robyn’s mind would be perpetually torn between the dream realm and reality, with no way of controlling either in the way she wanted. She would experience vivid, often terrifying dreams of her “victims”, dreams that intruded upon her consciousness, causing her to lose track of time and space and leaving her fractured, as if she her own conscience was divided from her own soul. Her perception of reality was often distorted, leading to experience hallucinations, with sudden mood swings, and uncontrollable bursts of magic that she had no way to predict. She might find herself acting out dreams in reality or slipping into a dream state without warning and her sanity would always be at constant risk as she battled the chaotic thoughts and impulses that bombarded her mind.

Unaware of all the consequences that would come from trading away her name, Robyn would then be sent once more to the Mortal Plane, now carrying the alias of "Puck", but not before Titania bestowed a blessing and a protection upon the young child, to allow her to retain, at least partially, a sense of the reality around her. It was also Titania’s blessing that would put her on the path of a young Gale Dekarios, causing the two to actually become friends.

Gale and Robyn knew each other since childhood, when Morena Dekarios welcomed her in their household for a while. They were close friends, with Robyn being enamoured of the way he practiced Magic and him being absolutely enthralled by her stories of the Feywild and also immensely happy to have someone that looked up to him and didn’t think him bizarre. They would often spend their days together, playing tags around the docks together or putting themselves in trouble, with Robyn being the culprit and instigator, most of the time, sweet Gale always ready to play with her and poor Tara trying her best to look over the two children so that they would not end up in trouble. Sometimes, whenever Gale would ask her to, Robyn would recount about all her adventures in the Feywild with Damh, and all the wondrous places she explored during her time there (something that Morena didn’t truly believe possible, but would always refrain from letting her thoughts known, so not shatter Robyn’s belief).

But, whenever she tried to recount anything connected to Oberon or anything connected to the pact she agreed to as a child, she always felt her mind grow as foggy as an early morning on the Tor that acted as a barrier between the Court of Summer and the Court of Autumn, and could feel her own mind break in two, in the “here” and “there”.

Curious about such predicament, Gale would not hesitate one moment to find his way into Blackstaff Academy and learn whatever he could on the topic, but alas his efforts, albeit commendable, would always result in nothing.

Still, stubborn as ever, Gale would not give up on his friend - on whom he had started to harbour a crush - and promised Robyn that he would find a way to retrieve all her memories.

A year after Robyn had “unofficially” joined the Dekarios household, Robyn and Gale would find their way to the Harbour, busy as they were in , able to only remember glimpses of her life before entering the Feywild, found her way to the old, small sea-side cottage her father had built for their family, and once there, she found it empty, sacked and left at the merciless whims of time.

A small tombstone laid not that farther away, and drawn by it, Robyn found where her mother’s last resting place was. The sight dislodged some of the memories she believed forgotten, with glimpses of what happened on the fatal day when the assassins from her father’s tribe came to bring ruin and devastation.

And it was more than she could bear, as those memories started to cascade without respite. But the memories were not the only thing that brought dread to her heart: the date on the small tombstone had left her bereft, for how was it possible that two hundred years had passed from that day?

She was only nine years old: how could it be?

Confused and terrorized about who she was, what she was, what she had agreed to when she gave her name to Oberon, she felt her mind fractur even more,and before she could stop herself, she started spiraling, which caused her to unleash some of the untamed powers that Oberon gave her.

It wasn’t the first time it happened, but whenever she couldnt’ bridle them in the Feywild, Damh had always been there to help stabilize herself before her outburst of magic could cause havoc.

It was not the case that time, and she ended up hurting Gale, a possibility that had always terrified her ever since she met the sweet boy.

Even more frightened now, she brought Gale back home, where Morena and Tara would tend to his wound, imploring Morena’s forgiveness for what happened, and swearing it had been an accident. The young woman would forgive Robyn, and Gale as well would be all patched up without lasting consequences, but Robyn could not forgive herself.

What would happen if she would spiral again? What would happen if she couldn’t keep her powers under control, now that Damh was not with her?

Invain was the reassurance that all was forgiven and that they would all try to find a way to help her: Robyn felt too dangerous to be around others, especially around Morena, Gale and Tara, that had treated her like one of their own, without ever asking anything from her.

That very night, despite the profound sadness she felt in leaving the people that had welcomed her in their life and gave her a semblance of normalcy, she decided to run away from the Dekarios household, and to run away from Waterdeep entirely, leaving her hometown behind in the hope that, by putting some distance between herself ad her past, she would not spiral anymore and would not cause any more accidents.

Not daring to find her way into the Feywild again for fear that more centuries would pass, she spent a few years as a urchin in Baldur’s Gate, where she would survive from people’s charity, conning the Patriars and dipping into their fat purses.

It was at 13 years of age, while she was busy performing a rather daring move to enter inside one the Patriars’ manor to steal some jewelry - Szarr, was the name - that Robyn was caught by Mr. Witch and Mr. Light, the two proprietors of the Witchlight Carnival, and impressed by the was the girl seemed almost to levitate on air, they offered her a job at their circus.

Robyn - now Hiraeth, in honour of her mother - accepted and became part of the Circus, travelling around the various Planes with the troupe, until that fated day in the year 1492 DR, where she was abducted by a Nautiloid and tadpoled.

Most treasured possession: The charms she carries around her waist: a gift from Damh from her first time she crossed the Fey Crossroad into the Feywild, she carries it with her at all times. It’s what allows her to not age (and die from it) every time she travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane. Another one is an ocarina made out of seashell that she had with her the day she was lead into the Feywild by Damh. It was the only thing that she was able to grab before doing as her father told her to and run for safety. Another possession she has, that she never parts with, is an enchanted lantern that Dorothea gifted her, when they met in Neverwinter. After hearing Hiraeth’s affliction about her “not belonging anywhere”, Dorothea enchanted a lantern for her that would lit up in her hour of needs and lead her to her true home, when in doubts.

Sexual and/or romantic situation: After sharing part of their childhood together, and after reuniting when both of them got tadpoled, Hiraeth fell in love with Gale with such profound sentiment, it finally gave her the resolve -and the hope- that she would be able to get out of her contract with Oberon and would finally be able to be whole once more.

Favourite place: The Court of Under the Stars. Once, as a child, during her residency in the Feywild, Hiraeth and Damh went adventuring together, and Damh managed to sneak them both inside, by traversing the portal that lies where the River Styx touches Yggdrasil. They shouldn’t have had access to the Plane where the Court resides, but Queen Morwel was indebted to Damh, and to return the favour, allowed for them to pass through the portals unscathered and to travel around the realm freely just that one time. Here, Hiraeth experienced something that marked her forever, when she saw the eternal twilight that enveloped The Court. She felt the same peace she felt when looking at the stars and the moon when she was a child, basking in Selune’s embrace. It left her with a sense of peace that she never experienced again.

What makes them happiest: Swimming. Oh, how she adores swimming, feeling the sensation of flying through waters deep and low alike, breaching the surface only to dive back, as a dolphin would do when playing with his brethern. After reuniting with her papa, she is learning to appreciate her Sea Elf heritage more and more, as a way for her to reconnect to that part of her past that she thought lost forever.

What makes them angriest: Hiraeth is an extremely tranquil and unfazed woman, with her head in the clouds more often than not, and it’s incredibly difficult angering her. However, there are few things that make her go absolute insane with ire, her mother’s death being the easiest to trigger her. It took her a remarkable long time to find back all her memories of her and what happened that day, and that her father was not at direct fault, but instead he was the reason that Hiraeth was able to save herself.

Another thing that makes her immensely irate, this time with herself, is how she was so easily coherced into giving away her name - and therefore, her truest self- to Oberon to become his Vassal of Chaos in both the Material Plane and the Dreamscape of Mortals. She will never be able to be called “Robyn” again, never to be able to be one and whole again, long as she doesn’t fullfill her pact with him, and she berates herself every single day for it. Over time, she has come to suspect that this is also one of the reasons why she feels like she is slowly going insane: she exists in two places at the same time, the Feywild, where her truest self exists, and the Material Plane, where she navigates around as “Puck”, an husk and servant to Oberon’s whims. She also suspects that it’s Titania and Damh’s protection that’s helping her not slip further and further away into madness.

What makes them laugh: Damh, of all people. He was always the reason she was able to be safe and sound in the Feywild for so long, as a child, whenever she was scared or lonely, and would always come up with silly ideas to make her laugh and make her forget her troubles. She suspects that he extended his benevolence to her out of guilt for what his father did to her, but she always appreciated his constant attempt to render her days lighter and filled with laughters.

Also, she *loves* to pull all sorts of pranks on people: she lives for it, and she is extremely good at it.

Biggest secret: Her biggest secret is not truly one per se, but rather her biggest shame: while she bears her mother’s name, she has no memory of her at all. As Damh himself would put it “The Feywild makes you forget, and soonern rather than later, all your memories are lost into the mist of time”. And this was exactly what happened to her. She also feels her mind doesn’t work as it should, after the long years she spent in the Feywild under Oberon’s influence and she does her best to hide this behind her eccentric behaviour, albeit, sometimes, she feels herself slipping more into insanity.

Obsession: Getting back her name and her mental sanity. She wants to be able to feel whole again, to not feel fragmented, to be able to recognize what it’s real and what it’s not, what is and not broken in half anymore. She doesn’t know if she will ever be able to obtain the latter, but she knows that only by getting back the former, she will have the confirmation to her doubts.

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Omg am dead and I finally managed to finish Hiraeth's bio FML.

I am so happy to be able to post this on the day that I finished the gameplay as wel, it was so emotional.

I hope you will enjoy this!

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[zenkindoflove]

Here you can find the complete list of my SJM fanfictions, commissioned fanarts, moodboards, and playlists. I mostly write Elucien, Eris x Alexius (Male OC), and Satharion.

Multichapter Fics

Summer Heat (E) - Elain x Lucien, Eris x Alexius (Male OC)

Complete, 114,890 words, 18/18 chapters

Summary: Summer Court is hosting the Summer Solstice Summit and the Night Court is sending their best emissaries to attend. It will be Elain's first time mingling in another court, and it's a good thing she has an expert guiding her: the mate she's been ignoring for the last two years. Meanwhile, Eris has been sent to the summit to spy on Summer's developments. What he doesn't anticipate is entangling in a steamy, forbidden romance

Eris x Alexius moodboard Ch 7

Eris x Alexius moodboard Ch 12

Eris x Alexius moodboard Ch 16

Eris x Alexius moodboard by @animezinglife

Eris x Alexius moodboard by @teddyhoneybear

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Burn Forever With Me (E) - Elain x Lucien

Complete, ~69,000 words

Summary: End of ACOSF. After Feyre's traumatic birth, Elain writes to Lucien seeking comfort and company. She soon realizes that opening up to him in letters is much easier without her family's constant presence. But how long can she keep falling for Lucien a secret?

NSFW art of Ch 13 by @works-of-heart

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Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (M) - Elain x Lucien, collab with @crazy-ache

Complete, 13/13 chapters, ~28,000 words

Summary: Epistolary (adj., of a literary work) in the form of letters. After the winter solstice in ACOSF, Elain and Lucien exchange letters as a means to get to know each other away from prying eyes. This fic is a collection of those letters.

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Pull Me in Deeper (E) Eris x Alexius (Male OC)

Complete, 23/23 chapters, ~115,000 words

Summary: Needing more alliances, Eris strikes a deal with Helion: go to the continent and find out information for him, and Day Court will support him usurping Beron. What he didn’t account for is the beautiful Day Court emissary accompanying him that makes his heart race while being such a thorn in his side.

Eris x Alexius commissioned fanart 🍂☀️ by @works-of-heart

Eris x Alexius PMID fanart by @thrumugnyr

Eris x Alexius blob fanart by @bonecarversbestie

Eris x Alexius commissioned end of PMID/Autumn Court fanart by @jennastokesart

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Short Fics

Kneel Before Me (E) - Elain x Lucien

One-shot, ~11,000 words

Summary: Lucien arrives at the House of Wind, only to be drawn into a sparring match with none other than the Inner Circle's own Shadowsinger. Things get out of hand and Azriel discovers whether he really can defeat Lucien easily.

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I Think I Saw You in My Sleep (E) - Elain x Lucien

One-shot, ~10,000 words

Summary: The dreams of him come from the mating bond, but Elain wants them to stay.

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Our Hearts Still Beat the Same (E) - Elain x Lucien

Two-shot, ~17,000 words

Summary: "She stood on the bridge for a few minutes, hoping that the rain might wash away the seething anger and bottomless anguish that crackled under her skin. More, more, more, repeated again and again to a steady beat. His heart beat." Part One is Cozy Tension. Part Two is all smut.

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The Art of Seducing Your Merman Husband (E) - Sathia Flynn x Tharion Ketos

Two-shot, ~7,000 words

Summary: When Sathia realizes that Tharion is purposely ignoring all of her attempts at seduction, she decides on Valentine's Day that the only way to finally get her husband in her bed is to make a gesture so obvious, that even a merman with one brain cell would figure it out.

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Embrace (M) - Elain x Lucien

One-shot, ~2,800 words

Summary: Elain is on a journey of embracing her Faeness. When studying Lucien's pierced ears, an idea forms in her head that she can't shake.

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Lone (T) - Andras x Clare Beddor

One-shot, ~4,300 words

Summary: Clare Beddor is dead, and she haunts the woods of The Middle. A skinless wolf shows up one day, he has a story to tell, and it reeks of revenge.

Moodboard

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Taste of You (E) - Eris x Alexius (Male OC)

One-shot, 2,200 words

Summary: Eris and his mate Alexius are on a tour of Autumn. Alexius is feeling cooped up in the carriage and Eris has an idea of how to release some tension. PWP

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Perennial (T) - Elain x Lucien

One-shot, 6,700 words

Summary: For Elucien Week 2024 Day 1: Fated. Fate has always been intertwined with Elain and Lucien's bond. An exploration of how soulmates find each other through every iteration of their existences.

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... And Again Into the Light (M) - Elain x Lucien, collab with @crazy-ache

One-shot, 10,000 words

Summary: For Elucien Week 2024 Day 6: Fearless. Elain has a vision that takes her and Lucien to the continent. In desperate need of rest, they rent a room for a night in an eerie inn that has an unnatural presence. Horror/Romance.

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Dancing Barefoot (E) - Elain x Lucien, minor Jassa

One-shot, 10,000 words

Summary: For Elucien Week 2024 Day 7: AU. “She is re-creation. She, intoxicated by thee”– Patti Smith. Historical AU 1970s – Elain is frustrated and aimless in her senior year of college. She doesn’t know what path to take with the way the world is changing. Then she meets Lucien, a punk rocker who also is becoming more disenfranchised with the scene. She’s drawn to his beauty and the danger in his eyes, and maybe just one night might be all she needs. Elucien, minor Jassa.

Moodboard

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Caress Me Down (E) - Eris x Alexius (Male OC)

One-shot, 2k words

Summary: Alexius pulls his hamstring and Eris has the perfect remedy: a massage. PWP. For Eris Week 2024 Day 3: Healing | Betrayal.

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The Jewel of The Forest House (T) - Eris x Alexius (Male OC)

One-shot, 5k words

Summary: Eris’ mate Alexius brings home a stray dog to the Forest House that Eris is reluctant to accept. Jewel is feisty, impolite, and most importantly, nothing like his smokehounds. For Eris Week 2024 Day 4: Tradition | Hounds

Eris & Hounds fanart with TJOTFH inspo by @little-fierling

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Carry You Home (E) - Eris x Alexius (Male OC)

One-shot, 15k words

Summary: During the Hybern battle, Eris is mortally wounded and ready to die. Until a knight in shining armor saves his life. He isn’t sure how to thank him, but he has all night to try. Takes place during ACOWAR. For Eris Week 2024 Day 5: War | Adventure.

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Ficlets Masterlist - Mix of Elucien, Satharion, and Eris x Alexius (Male OC).

Elucien Week 2024 Masterlist

Eris Week 2024 Masterlist

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Miscellaneous

Marry Me: a Satharion playlist

Free and unashamed: an Erixius playlist

Elucien 1980s clinch cover commissioned fanart by @dangerouslovesong

Erixius at the beach commissioned fanart by @luciensdefenseattorney

Freddie Fox Eris fancast commissioned fanart by @evermorelore

OC Alexius fanart by @queercontrarian

Erixius Vampire AU fanart by @works-of-heart

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You can find all of my SJM fanfiction as well as other fandoms on AO3.

[gwynrielcentral]

For November’s creator of the month, we’re very happy to show some love to @letstrytoohard!

She has been an incredibly avid supporter of other creators on Tumblr, leaving wonderful comments, and she feeds our Gwynriel souls by writing some amazing fanfics as well!

Her current series There’s a Blade Where Your Heart Is has us obsessed! A Little Mermaid AU but with Azriel as the blood thirsty merman who falls in love with Gwyn, a human? Sign us up!

If you're looking for an absolutely delicious fic which you can binge, she's also written She Calls Me Back, a Gwynriel academia story that starts off with Azriel and Gwyn meeting on a sour note, but soon agreeing to fake-date for the sake of appearances!

And if you're looking for some tooth-rotting, blushing and giggling, kicking feet, fluff, she's got you covered with In Gwyn We Trust which features a drunk Azriel who just can't help but sing Gwyn's praises!

Thank you so much @letstrytoohard for being a gem in the Gwynriel community!

Find her here on Tumblr @letstrytoohard

AO3: letstrytoohard

[etdraconis]

Updated Muse List

Bold denotes primary/main muses, underlined denotes secondary muses, Italics denotes tertiary/low muse, * denotes request only

Dragon Age Canons:

Cremisius Aclassi

Anders

Zevran Arainai

Blackwall

Eleanor Cousland

Fergus Cousland

Fenris

Bethany Hawke

Carver Hawke

Nathaniel Howe

Thomas Howe

The Iron Bull

Anora Mac Tir

Loghain Mac Tir

Josephine Montilyet

Dorian Pavus

Cassandra Pentaghast

Cullen Rutherford

Varric Tethras

Alistair Theirin

Cailan Theirin

Maric Theirin

Dragon Age OCs:

Arden Aclassi

August Amell

Elizabeth Amell

Julian Amell

Oliver Amell

Rosalie Amell

Pyke Brosca

Elysia Caius

Amara Cousland

Brennon Cousland

Lauryl Cousland

Victoire Ducet

Callum Hawke

Kenton Hawke

Leanore Hawke

Hava Lavellan

Theron Mahariel

Kalva Sabrae

Alim Surana

Aurelia Tabris

Claire Trevelyan

Declan Trevelyan

Evelyn Trevelyan

Everett Trevelyan

Maxwell Trevelyan

Persephone Trevelyan

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Elain Archeron

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Azriel

Cassian

Jurian

Kallias

Rhysand

Tarquin

Eris Vanserra

Lucien Vanserra

Bridgerton

Sophie Beckett

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Francesca Bridgerton

Gregory Bridgerton

Hyacinth Bridgerton

Felicity Featherington

Penelope Featherington

Gareth St. Claire

Gwendolyn Sinclaire

Kendall Sinclaire

Alexander Thorne

Charlotte Thorne

Lillian Thorne

Sebastian Thorne

William Thorne

Crescent City

Aidas

Juniper Andromeda

Fury Axtar

Baxian Argos

Ariadne

Hunt Athalar

Lidia Cervos

Ruhn Danaan

Declan Emmet

Hypaxia Enador

Danika Fendyr

Tristan Flynn

Connor Holstrom

Ithan Holstrom

Tharion Ketos

Bryce Quinlan

Rigelus

The Empyrean Saga

Andarna

Jack Barlowe

Imogen Cardulo

Ridoc Gamlyn

Aaric Greycastle

Liam Mairi

Sloane Mairi

Rhiannon Matthias

Brennan Sorrengail

Lilith Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Violet Sorrengail

Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

The Darkling

Jesper Fahey

Inej Ghafa

Matthias Helvar

Fedyor Kaminsky

Tamar Kir-Bataar

David Kostyk

Nikolai Lantzov

Zoya Nazyalensky

Genya Safin

Alina Starkov

Wylan Van Eck

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Nina Zenik

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Nico Di Angelo

Jason Grace

Percy Jackson

Piper McLean

Will Solace

Leo Valdez

Throne of Glass

Aedion Ashryver*

Sam Cortland

Lysandra Ennar

Aelin Galathynius

Evalin Galathynius

Dorian Havilliard

Fenrys Moonbeam

Chaol Westfall

Rowan Whitethorn*

The Witcher

Jaskier

Geralt of Rivia

Yennifer of Vengerberg

Other Book Muses

Daniel Arlington V (Ninth House)

Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Crowley (Good Omens)

Alexander Clairemont-Diaz (Red, White, and Royal Blue)

Arthur Delacey (Gwen and Art Are Not in Love)

Galaxy Stern (Ninth House)

Greek Mythology

Aphrodite

Apollo

Ares

Aristeus

Artemis

Asclepius

Hades

Hera

Hermes

Patroclus

Persephone

Poseidon

Zeus

DnD/Fantasy OCs

Jalana Astorio (human warlock)

Tarquin Auglathia (sea-elf rogue)

Nedri Autumnblaze (half-orc ranger)

Azure (water genasi monk)

Anders Brightwood (human bard)

Caerlin (tiefling arcane trickster rogue)

Drake (Wild Hunt shifter ranger)

Elianis Galonodel (half-elf druid)

Naivara Galonodel (half-elf mastermind rogue)

Taron Galonodel (wood elf bard)

Rhys Le'Quella (eladrin wizard)

Makaria (tiefling paladin)

Reya (tiefling storm sorcerer)

Alwyn Sulian (sun elf paladin)

Auryn Sulian (sun elf fighter)

Cerys Sulian (sun elf celestial warlock)

Emrys Sulian (sun elf shadow magic sorcerer)

Cloak Timbers (gnome cleric)

Hollis Tremaine (human fighter)

Other/modern OCs

Destin Michaels (merman)

Novah Michaels (mermaid)

Cassian Sage (werewolf)

Sophie Sage (werewolf)

Reina Solace (werewolf)

Hazel Thatcher (werewolf)

Nicolai Voss (vampire)

[tadpolesonalgae]

never knew i needed azzy as a merman until now and now i need more - 🧶

Mer!Azriel x reader: The Dregs of Tragedy - Part 2 (Sneak Peek)

A/N: More than happy to write more for you 🧡💛 🧜‍♂️⚓️🪸(Also, this one I’ve already finished and queued so it will actually be up at 19:00, England 🫣)

‘ He shakes his head, soft-looking mouth tugging upward at the edges. “Humans always have been so bizarre about clothing,” he murmurs to himself. Eyes again lift to yours, features neutral, verging on bland, yet there’s a tenderness there. It’s more of a shock than the icy water—a mer displaying care.

A blue-tinted hand raises from the water, and you tense when he sets it atop your knee, skin tingling at the brush of such a dangerous creature. “Put the sheet away,” he rasps, “the water’s lovely.” If you hadn’t known his throat was damaged from the wire, you would think he had put you under a spell, so easily coaxing you into desiring the raging ocean.

Heartbeat spikes, fingers tightening on the soft cotton, before loosening. ’

[lilcutieana]

Masterlist

~ OneShots ~

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~ Fluff ~

Forget Me Not || Park Jimin x Reader | Fluff

Bittersweet Memories || Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Fluff and Angst

Just One Wish || Kim Namjoon x Reader | Fluff

Pure As Snow || Taegi | Fluff

Inked Yours || Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Tattoo AU | Fluff

The New Package || Psrk Jimin x Reader | Fluff

~ Smut ~

You belong with me || Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Friends to lovers | Werewolf AU | Fluff | Smut

Lethal || Min Yoongi x Reader | Demigod AU | Smut | Filth

Passion || Kim Namjoon x Reader | Smut

Dark Desires || Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Demon AU | Smut

~ Angst ~

Nobody Compares || Park Jimin x Reader | Angst

Waiting For You || Jikook | Angst

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~ Series ~

PANACEA (Angel / Fae/ Demon AU) (Completed) (M)

Kim Taehyung is a very loved and adored by many, ten-year-old boy who has big dreams and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

One chance encounter with the angel of death herself, Azriel, seems to be more than just a chance encounter.

PANACEA / 1 || PANCEA - 2 || PANACEA -3 || PANACEA ~ 4 || PANACEA  ~ 5 || PANACEA~ 6 || PANACEA~ 7 || PANACEA~ 8 || PANACEA~ 9 || PANACEA~ 10 || PANACEA~ 11 || PANACEA~ 12 || PANACEA ~ Epilogue

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OBLIVION (Hybrid Min Yoongi )  { Completed} (M)

Min Yoongi, a beautiful and rare snow leopard hybrid, struggling to survive under the care of a ruthless owner who sells him for underground fights and sex. In a world where mistreating hybrids is a natural and where hybrids have been seen as worse than animals and treated beneath humans, would he make it out alive?

Oblivion ( Hybrid Min Yoongi) - Part 1

Oblivion ( Hybrid Min Yoongi) - Part 2

Oblivion ( Hybrid Min Yoongi) - Part 3

Oblivion ( Hybrid Min Yoongi) - Part 4

Oblivion ( Hybrid Min Yoongi) - Part 5

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SAFE HAVEN ( Hybrid Baby Bangtan/ ot7 ) ( PG)

Abandoned as kids, they finally find a safe haven in your home. How long would it last? As they grow up, will jealousy, territoriality, and love come in between, or would it make you stronger as a family?

Safe Haven 1 || Safe Haven 2 || SAFE HAVEN 3 || SAFE HAVEN 4 || SAFE HAVEN 5 || Safe Haven 6 || Safe Haven ~ 7 || Safe Haven ~ 8 || Safe Haven ~9 || Safe Haven ~10

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Summer Love ~ Kim Taehyung (mermaid AU)  (M) {Completed}

It was Summer when he lost his whole world, his family and his identity. And it’s summer again when he comes across the girl he swore was his enemy. 

Join Taehyung, as he tries to find his true identity– as a human and as a merman, along with the mystery of his parent’s demise.

Summer Love || Summer Love 2 || Summer Love 3

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ALIVE ( Robot Kim Seokjin )   (M)

A world where hybrids are no longer seen as pets and have been replaced by robots instead. Where robots have feelings, emotions and adapt just the way you need them to. 

So… Which robot would you like to order?

Alive ~ (Robot Kim Seokjin) || Alive 2 ~ (Robot Kim Seokjin) || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter Six

Chapter seven || Chapter eight || Chapter nine || Finale 

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[nikethestatue]

The gywnriels saw a red head on SJM’S Pinterest, so they ran with the whole “SJM is getting ready to write a little mermaid retelling with Az as the prince and Gwyn as the little mermaid”. I am literally crying laughing. They are the same group of people who read a bonus chapter from hofas and thought to themselves “since Azriel’s shadows like music, that’s a sign of the mating bond between him and Gwyn”. Even though the mating bond can’t exactly snap into place the “mate” isn’t present.

I kid you not, the little mermaid retelling theory does its rounds every other month on tik tok. I had to get off that app. People think that since it’s a popular theory, it’s gonna happen. 🤣

Newsflash, the Little Mermaid dies at the end of her story. And her Prince marries another girl.

Or do they think that SJM will be retelling a cartoon? with dancing crabs and talking fish?

Luckily for them, Tharion, an actual MERMAN was the one who sold his soul to a witch for his love of freedom. That's the retelling.

Also, obviously that pin could NEVER be a flashback to the story of Gwyn's grandmother who seduced a High Fae (which is way more likely than this being connected to Gwyn).

Oh, GAs and their linear thinking.

PS does Gwyn even know how to swim? Being a quarter nymph hardly makes her a mermaid.

[azsazz]

Day 1: You Know My Desires [Azriel, Wingplay]

Day 2: Take It [Cassian, Thigh Riding]

Day 3: Again and Again and Again [Chaol, Overstimulation]

Day 4: The Lord's Work [Rhysand, Face-Fucking]

Day 5: Catch Me if You Can [Ruhn, Shadowplay]

Day 6: The Caress of Murder and Moonlight [Young Adult Poly!Rhyzriel, Rhysand's Sister's Best Friend!Reader, Dom/Sub]

Day 7: The Burning of the Autumn Leaves and the Roaring of My Yearning Heart [Eris, Make-up Sex]

Day 8: I Can't Bear This Another Second [Rowan, Gloryhole]

Day 9: Untitled [Merman!Lucien, Breathplay]

Day 10: Untitled [Azriel, Pleasure Hall]

Day 11: Hung Up [CEO!Rhysand, Cockwarming]

Day 12: Brains and Bravado [Dorian, Hate-Fucking]

Day 13: Tell Me I'm Your Midnight [Cassian, Virgin!Reader]

Day 14: Creep [Aidas, Stalking]

Day 15: In the Palm of My Hand [Eris, Wax Play]

Day 16: Double Duty [Rhysand x Cassian, Double-Penetration]

Day 17: Dinner for Two [Ithan, Breeding]

Day 18: Untitled [Cassian, Period Sex]

Day 19: Keep It Up [Nesta, Praise]

Day 20: Cupid's Chokehold (Bonus Scene) [Azriel, Rimming]

Day 21: Untitled [Rhysand, Touch-Starved]

Day 22: Untitled [Lucien, Sub]

Day 23: Hanging by a Thread [Cassian, Edging]

Day 24: Little Bird [Lorcan, Size Kink]

Day 25: Untitled [Azriel, Collar]

Day 26: Untitled [Rhysand, Toys]

Day 27: Untitled [Ruhn, Bondage]

Day 28: The Magic Number [Poly!Bat Boys, Overstimulation]

Day 29: Equinox [Eris, Public Throne Sex]

Day 30: Untitled [Cassian, Roleplay]

Day 31: Untitled [Azriel, Shadowplay]

[shallyne]

Over the Edge

Elain POV, partner to On the Edge. Happy mermay

Words: 846

TW: none

Elain looks for her Feyre but meets a stranger

"Feyre!" Elain hissed as she swam through rocks, looking for any trace of her sister. She was always around the outskirts of their territory to collect, well, everything. Trash, rocks, jewelry, she brought it all home and hid most of it in her hidden stash that she thought nobody else knew about. Admittedly, Elain didn't know anything about Feyre's stash until Feyre brought so much stuff home that some things just peeked out of their hidden place but she didn't tell her sister because she knew it didn't come from a malicious place inside Feyre's heart. Their family wasn't always as well off as they were today and collecting things was just one of Feyre's coping mechanisms. "Feyre, stop hiding! That's not funny!" Elain called out. Yes, Feyre always lingered around the outskirts but she never came home later than agreed or went over the border. Worried, Elain swam out here to drag Feyre back home but there wasn't any trace that she was ever here. Elain swam around a big rock, which apparently led into a small cave. She followed the path inside, grateful that she didn't have the eyesight of a mortal. When she turned around another corner, she could make out another entrance. This was more of a tunnel than a cave. Sighing, Elain kept following until she was out of the tunnel. When she turned around, the entrance was gone. She knocked against the a few times, as hard as she could, but there wasn't a way back. Looking around, Elain realized that she was in a whole other part of the sea. Dread started to build inside her. That's how Feyre must have left. Accidentally. Elain huffed in defeat and turned, slamming into something that had her reeling back. Yelping, she rubbed her forehead as she eyed the merman in front of her. His ebony tail shimmered cobalt and as her eyes traveled upwards, shadows clung to him. Around his abdomen and his arms, his shoulders. Then she looked at his face, her breath hitched. He was the most beautiful merman she had ever seen. Elain wanted to ask him what's his name or what he's doing here but she blurted, "Did you see my sister?" remembering that he didn't know her sister, she explained, "She's about 3 inches shorter than me and has brown hair, it looks more golden-brown when she's close to the surface and her eyes are blue but they look gray when she's scared. She's wearing a satchel to carry her treasures around. Her tail is light blue."

The man looks at her with interest, slightly tilting his head as a smile tugged at his lips. "Is her name Feyre?"

"Yes! You saw her! Where is she? She was never so far from home, she must be scared! What happened? is she okay?"

"She's fine," the stranger calmed her down. "The Attor attacked her but she's not injured. Not anymore, the Attor bit her in her fin but we got him before he could seriously injure her. Although the blood did attract a shark and she raced away from him and lost orientation. Feyre didn't find her way back home so she lives at my brother's castle while they look for a way to get her back into her territory. She's well cared for, "

"Castle? Which Castle? The only castle I know is in the northern sea, where Kallias rules." she said, more to herself than the stranger.

"She is in the north." The stranger said. "In the northern lands."

"LANDS?" Elain squeaked. "She never was on land! I–"

"I can bring you to her." he offered. At her narrowed eyes he introduced himself, "I'm Azriel."

"Elain." she said. "Yes, lead me to my sister."

She took his offered hand and they swam in silence for what felt like an eternity. Elain could feel his gaze wandering to her every now and then. When he did it for twenty-third time, she said, "What is it?"

"Nothing." he shook his head. "Just – You'll have to transform your tail into legs."

"I know." she said. "I'm not stupid." Of course she knew. Elain knew how it worked, but only in theory. She never actually did transform.

"Of course you're not stupid." Azriel said. "But your sister didn't know that this was even a possibility."

Elain stopped at that. How couldn't Feyre know? It was part of their lessons! Elain began swimming again as she thought back to her lessons and came up blank when she tried to remember Feyre at said lessons. Where was she?" Is she alright?" Elain asked. Was her absence at these lessons fault for her disappearance? Was that the reason why she didn't find her way back home?

"She is fine," Azriel repeated but this time he smiled. "Her first attempts at walking were…wobbly. She fell face first into sand but she's fine."

Elain felt incredibly bad. One, because the transition must have been scary for Feyre and second, because she couldn't help but giggle at the thought of Feyre falling face first into sand.

[separatist-apologist]

Wait do people want to see merman!Azriel?

[sjmromanceweek]

Day Two: Traditions Masterlist

Fics:

The Art Of Seducing Your Merman Husband- Tharion x Sathia by @zenkindoflove

Tradition- Elain x Lucien by @starsreminisce

Now That Your Rose is in Bloom- Elain x Lucien by @moodymelanist

Every Corner Of This House Is Haunted- Nesta x Azriel by @separatist-apologist

You Are Not The Kind of Boy (Who Should Be Marrying The Wrong Girl)- Elain x Lucien by @c-e-d-dreamer

Something In The Orange- Eris Vanserra by @separatist-apologist

Surety - Feyre x Tamlin by @feyres-divorce-lawyer

[velidewrites]

ACOTAR Moodboards | Masterlist

Here you can find all my ACOTAR moodboards!

SERIES

ACOTAR Character Edits

SHIPS

The Warmest Light || Elucien

Home || Elucien

MCU || Elucien AU

Star Wars || Elucien AU

Day Court Mornings || Elucien

Gifts || Elucien

I Told the Stars about You || Feysand

Deep Violet || Feysand

Welcome Home || Nessian

Love || Gwynriel

Back to You || Helion x LoA

Springtime || Tamlin x Briar

How Do I Not Love You || Tamlin x Briar

CHARACTERS

Bloodshed || Cassian

Rubies and Fire || Cassian

Spymaster || Azriel

Darkness || Rhysand

Stars Eternal || Feyre Archeron

King || Eris Vanserra

Queen of Silver Flames || Nesta Archeron

Amethyst || Elain Archeron

Greater || Elain Archeron

Obscured || Elain Archeron

Merman || Lucien Vanserra AU

Gwyn || Gwyneth Berdara

MISC

Three Ships || The Archeron Sisters

ACOTAR || The ACOTAR Series

ACOMAF || The ACOTAR Series

ACOWAR || The ACOTAR Series

ACOFAS || The ACOTAR Series

ACOSF || The ACOTAR Series