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roselensedeyes · 1 year ago

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Sisters of the Moon

Happy @elainarcheronweek everyone! For Day Two: Sister and Friend, I wrote a short one shot about Feyre and Elain travelling the continent like they wanted to in book one. I liked writing this story, I resonate a lot with both Feyre and Elain! I hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: elriel (if you squint)

Rating: sfw

Word count: 3.3 k

Elain Archeron adjusted her floppy hat and sighed. They were late.

She couldn’t even be mad, not really.

A few months ago, her sister, Feyre, and her brother-in-law, Rhysand, had approached her with a proposal she couldn’t refuse. At first, she’d been wary when she saw the two of them walk toward her with two big smiles on their faces. But as they talked, her wariness turned into delight. She’d accepted readily, squealing and clapping her hands like a child who had been given her favorite candy.

Now, two months later, Elain was waiting in front of the carriage that was supposed to take her, Feyre and her nephew, Nyx, to the coast. From there, they’d get on a ship that would take them to the continent.

Elain remembered a conversation with her sister a few years prior, where they’d decided to travel the continent together. She’d be the first to admit she’d forgotten all about that, what with the war and Feyre’s pregnancy. But it appeared her younger sister hadn’t forgotten it, and for her birthday this year, decided to give Elain this precious gift.

The three of them would go by themselves at first, and Rhys would join them after a couple of weeks. He’d claimed he had to look over the finances, but Elain knew it was just an excuse. He’d never leave Feyre and Nyx for more than a few hours, but he wanted to allow his mate and her sister bond, to give them a chance to build a relationship their childhoods denied them.

Nyx, or Nyxie, as he was lovingly called by his family, however, was still too young to be away from Feyre for weeks, which meant he’d have to come with them, consequently meaning Rhysand wouldn’t see him for two weeks. It came as no surprise, then, that they were late. He was probably soaking up all the love his mate and their child had to give him.

Elain’s heart clenched at the thought. She yearned for a love like theirs, to create a family as beautiful as theirs. But it wasn’t her time, not yet. Soon, she would have all of it. She just had to be patient.

She sighed and leaned against the carriage door. Elain glanced up at the sky, her hat shielding her brown eyes from the sun’s blinding light, hoping to catch Feyre and Rhysand in the sky. The warmth kissed her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, bathing in it. It was a quiet morning, the occasional chirping of birds in the distance the only sound. The sweet perfume of her flowers reached her nostrils, and she inhaled its scent. Elain let out another sigh. It was such a peaceful moment.

She snapped her eyes open as a thumping sound came from a few feet in front of her. She heard, more than saw, Nyx let out a happy gurgle. Elain couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face. She loved her nephew more than anything else in the world.

Nyx saw her and started squealing excitedly, babbling, “tee, tee”, which Elain knew meant auntie. She headed towards them, her arms out to grab Nyx. After peppering him with kisses, Elain settled him in her arms, his head gently laying in the crook of her neck, she finally turned toward her sister and brother-in-law.

Rhysand was the first to plant a big kiss on her cheeks, followed by Feyre who tried to hug her around her son. “Hi, Elain. Sorry for being late.”

She waved her apologies away. “It’s no matter, I understand. Is everything ready now?”

Feyre nodded, just as Rhysand helped put their trunks on the second carriage, a smaller one. They chatted a bit more, with Rhys holding and kissing and cuddling his son and mate. Elain looked away at that, giving them their privacy.

It was then that she noticed three other figures. She huffed out a laugh. The sound startled one of them, the female one. Nesta, her older sister.

Elain approached them, a bright smile on her face. “Hi, Nesta.”

Nesta smiled back at her.

Ever since she’d started training with Cassian and her friends, Nesta had become happier, healthier. She’d gained some weight, her skin had a healthy glow to it that made her devastatingly beautiful. Though the biggest change in her older sister were her features. They were no longer sharp and severe. No, now they were graced by soft, bright smiles, the crinkles around her eyes proof of it.

“Elain,” Nesta greeted her. She gestured to the two Illyrian males flanking her sides. “We wanted to wish you and Feyre safe travels. We didn’t want to interrupt the two love birds, though”. The second part was accompanied by an affectionate eye roll. Elain smiled, just as Cassian snorted.

“That’s bullshit. You were trying not to cr—ouch!” Nesta elbowed him in the stomach, effectively stopping him from continuing. Yet Elain knew what he meant to say.

She turned to look at her older sister. Feyre and Elain had asked Nesta if she wanted to come with them on their travels, but unfortunately she and her friends, along with Mor and Cassian, were to start a training class for the other priestesses and had to decline the offer. Elain knew it ate away at Nesta, that she felt like she was disappointing her sisters once again, no matter how many times Feyre and Elain assured her that it wasn’t the case.

The relationship between the three sisters had improved since the day Nyx was born, since the day they had almost lost Feyre and Rhysand. It was what had brought them closer, the freight of losing one of them for good gave them the push they needed to form the relationship they always should have had.

“I wish you could come with us Nesta, but,” Elain rushed to add when she saw Nesta’s face fall. “I understand why you can’t. What you’re doing is admirable, the help you can offer these women is nothing short of amazing. I’m proud of you, I’m proud to call you my sister.”

A faint blush dusted Nesta’s cheeks, deepening the more Elain spoke. Elain saw Cassian’s hand land on the small of his mate’s back, offering her a small comfort.

Elain glanced at the other male. Azriel. He was already staring at her, an intense look in his eyes that made her own cheeks flush. She quickly looked away, a strange fluttering in her chest. He’d always had that effect on her, since the first time she’d laid eyes on him, when she was still engaged to Graysen.

Elain shook her head, willing those thoughts away. Today was about her and Feyre— and Nyx— not anyone else.

Her younger sister and her family had joined them, Nyx now latching onto his uncle Cass— or, as he called him, Unc Cashy. She probably was biased, Elain knew, but she firmly believed that Nyx was the most adorable baby in existence.

Several minutes later, Elain and her younger sister waved their family goodbye as the carriage moved forward. Feyre had Nyx on her knees, her hand wrapped loosely around his tiny wrist to make him wave at his father and uncles and aunt. Elain could have sworn Rhysand’s eyes were shining with unshed tears.

As their figures became smaller and smaller, Elain turned to face her beloved sister again. “Thank you. For this trip,” she said.

A small graced Feyre’s lips. “There’s no need. I wanted to do this, with you.”

Flashes of their childhood blurred Elain’s visions, making her recall those winter nights that the three sisters spent cuddled in that too-tiny bed, seeking a warmth not even the fireplace could offer. Those scorching hot summer nights, when sleeping was rendered uncomfortable by the inevitable sweating, and the fights and ugly words that ensued. Their rumbling, aching bellies when Feyre was unable to hunt any animal, and the money too scarce to afford anything other than stale bread.

A knot formed in her throat, and no matter how many times she tried, Elain couldn’t seem to swallow past it.

“I’m sorry, you know,” she whispered.

Feyre inclined her head inquisitively. “What for?”

Elain swallowed again. “For the way your childhood was. You were the youngest in our household, yet we forced you to be the adult. I’m sorry you were never allowed to be a child, I’m sorry we never taught you how to read. You deserved better, and we—I disappointed you.”

Quietness enveloped the carriage, Nyx’s babbling the only sound to be heard.

When Feyre at last spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to apologize. I’ve already forgiven you. I spent years of my life resenting you and Nesta for not helping me enough, even when I begged you to. I always felt like I didn’t belong, and I resented you for that too.” She shook her head. “I’m ashamed to admit I hated you for how close you were. And I blamed you for it, because if I didn’t have to focus on making sure there was food on the table and enough wood to warm us during the coldest nights, then maybe I could become a part of your bond too. It was all I ever wanted.”

Elain’s sight became blurry, and she felt a lone tear run down her cheek. It was soon followed by countless others, yet not a sound came out of her. She’d learned through the years how useful silent crying was.

“I’m so sorry. The way we treated you, I– It’s my biggest regret. I wish I could have a good enough reason.” The guilt was clear in her words.

Feyre smiled faintly. “I appreciate your words, though unnecessary as they might be. As I was saying, that’s how I felt. Becoming a mother gave me a whole new perspective.”

The High Lady of the Night Court adjusted her son in her arms as she reached forward to grab her older sister’s hands. “Elain, you and Nesta were not responsible for me, for our house. Our father was. He was the one who failed me, failed all of us. Should you two have helped me out? Perhaps. But it wasn’t your job, it wasn’t your role. I took it on when I saw he wasn’t going to move a finger, and I would have appreciated your help, but I can’t, I refuse to imagine my Nyxie taking on a role his living parent should do.”

Elain had to hide her wince at Feyre’s words. It stung hearing her be so harsh to their father, though he deserved it.

While Nesta was doted on by their mother and grandmother, Elain had been pretty much ignored by them. They’d always speak to her with a condescending tone whenever she talked about her garden and plants, always dismissing her as she tried making herself heard. She remembers spending sleepless nights silently crying in her bed, trying to conjure up ways to make her mother love and listen to her.

She never succeeded.

Yet her father never once made her feel wrong or stupid, always made her feel like she was more than just a pretty face, as she’d once overheard her mother call her. The sweetest memories of Elain’s childhood were of sitting on her father’s knees, telling him all the new things she’d learned about plants, of the best way to grow orchids, and how to get rid of ivy. He’d ooh and ahh at the right times, and in turn would tell her all the flowers he’d seen on his travels to the continent, and promised her he would one day take her to see them.

He never did, and now, he never would honor his vow to her.

But her father broke more than one promise. Feyre was right, their father had betrayed them the moment he gave up. He had failed them in the most painful way a parent could fail their child. She remembered the hours staring at her father, willing him to get up, to do something, anything, and the feeling of betrayal churning in her stomach. Elain had tried to make excuses for him. She’d tried to remember those moments in the garden under the sun, her father, his kind eyes so much like hers, reassuring that all would be well, that the next time her flowers would bloom, as his thumbs wiped away her tears. Yet none of the warm memories she recalled helped lessen the blow he’d dealt her.

Elain’s father had always been the one person on her side, until he wasn’t. Until he decided to let his shame wrap around him.

“You’re right,” Elain nodded to her sister. “But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t have helped you. I wasn’t there for you, and I’m sorry. Like I wasn’t responsible for your well-being, neither were you of me. And yet you embraced it.”

Feyre nodded. “Perhaps. But I don’t resent you for it, and you shouldn’t beat yourself up.”

Elain smiled gratefully. She closed her eyes, hoping the rhythm of the carriage would lull her to sleep.

“I wasn’t there for you either, when you needed me the most.”

Feyre’s words made her eyes snap open. She opened her mouth, confused, but her sister went ahead.

“After what Graysen did I– I wasn’t there. I was focused on the war, and then Nyx and I never asked you how you were doing. If you needed help.”

“Oh,” was all Elain said. “No, don’t. They were more important than a break up.”

Feyre shook her head. “That doesn’t mean I couldn’t focus on you too.” She settled Nyx on her right knee, shifting her body so her left side leaned toward her older sister. “And it wasn’t just a break up. After what happened with Tamlin I–saying I was devastated doesn’t do it justice. Yet no one told me there were more important things to worry about.”

Feyre leaned back in her seat, watching Elain as she waited for her reply. Nyx looked up at his mom, a toothless smile breaking out on his face. She smiled softly back at him, her index grazing his soft cheek. He let out a giggle, his little wings fluttering behind him.

“You’ve always been there for me, Feyre. Even when you weren’t physically there, I could feel you in my heart. We’re sisters.”

She wasn’t ready to talk about Greysen, not yet. She’d gotten over him, rarely thought of him anymore, but the memory still brought her pain, and shame, at times. She’d thought he was the love of her life, but Elain had soon realized the ugly truth of it. No matter how many years passed, Elain was certain she’d never forget the pure hatred and disgust that had marred his features when he broke their engagement, when he’d seen the undeniable proof of her new being. It was the most heartbreaking, humiliating day of her life.

Feyre seemed to read this in her eyes, because she nodded and turned her attention to her son, who was delighting himself with tugging on her hair. Elain smiled at the sight, before casting her eyes on the view outside. It was now midday, the sun high in the sky, its heat almost scorching. The leaves on the trees were a bright green, blatant proof that spring was in full bloom. Closing her eyes in hope of some rest, the movements of the carriage rocked her to a quiet sleep, Nyx’ babbling and Feyre’s soft whispers in the background.

They didn’t travel the entire continent. No, that wouldn’t be feasible, the High Lady and High Lord couldn’t postpone their obligations for that long. Still, Elain’d been mesmerized by the dances and art, the peace that reigned over the territory. She’d acquired many unknown seeds, praying the Prythian climate and terrain would make them sprout. Feyre had promised her they could finish the tour some other time, but Elain had assured her she was content with things as they were. She’d hinted she might return with someone else, to Feyre’s surprise. Her sister had been delighted when she told her who, exactly, she’d travel the rest of the continent with.

Now, two weeks after they’d come back to the Night Court, Elain was getting ready for the welcome back party Nesta had insisted on throwing them. She’d been pretty adamant about it, too. It had stunned her two sisters, and the rest of their family too, really, but Nesta wouldn’t budge.

The lilac tulle dress she opted to wear hugged her curve nicely, but not tight enough to suffocate her. Summer was nearing, and with it the damp heat. Nuala had helped her braid her golden-brown hair in a crown plait. It wasn’t a hairstyle she usually wore, but Elain found she liked it with the gown she was put on.

Voices reached her pointed ears.

As she reached the bottom of the staircase, they became clearer and louder. She could hear Cassian’s booming laughter at something Nyx did, followed by Nesta’s reprimand. Her sister was anxious, Elain knew. She wanted everything to go smoothly. As the sitting room came into view, Elain could see Feyre and Rhysand sitting together, the High Lady’s back to his front, the Illyrian’s arm draped across her shoulder in an intimate, possessive gesture. They were looking in the same direction, to Cassian standing in front of the fireplace. Nyx was on the floor, his back to her, and she could see his wings flapping swiftly behind him. To her shock, her nephew started floating in the air. She almost cried out, but something poked her shoulder.

It was a shadow. Elain scanned the room until her eyes settled on its owner.

Azriel was on the other side of the room, near her. He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. His ease made her relax slightly, and when she realized Feyre and Rhysand weren’t at all worried, she loosened up.

She gave Azriel a small of her own, noticed the way his eyes darkened as they fixed on her mouth. Elain felt a flush creep up her neck, and glanced away.

Nesta was already looking at her. Elain smiled and walked toward her, her arms already out to embrace her sister.

“Hi, Nes. Thank you for this,” she said.

Nesta smiled, tense. “I hope you like it. I’m not as good at this stuff as you.”

“It’s perfect. I love it, really.”

“If my mate didn’t try to injure my nephew, and subsequently destroy the decorations I spent a lot of time putting up, I’m sure it’s going to be a great night,” her sister said, throwing a faux glare in Cassian’s direction.

He chuckled. “It’s normal play for Illyrians. He’s going to need to learn sooner or later, and at least now all of us are here.”

Indeed, Amren and Mor were both in the room. Amren was reading a tome next to the shelves, while Mor was lounging on a chair.

Nesta huffed. “That doesn’t mean that I like it. I rather Nyx be in one piece, thank you very much.”

Feyre laughed. Nesta looked at her, saw the ease and contentment painted on her face, and smiled too. The first real smile of the night.

Elain sat in a chair near the shadows, and as she watched her family talk, laugh, and bicker, she couldn’t help but let a smile of her own come out.

When she’d seen this image, years ago, it had been impossible to believe they’d ever reach this level of lightheartedness. That they could all sit around in the same room and not tear each other’s throats out.

In the years since she was turned Fae, Elain Archeron had had many visions, some of them proving true, some that never saw the light of day.

As a shadow played with her hair, tickling her neck, she sent her thanks to the Mother for letting this one come true.

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shadowqueenjude · 1 year ago

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FINALLY

I finally saw somebody post this and this just proves my point that Lucien is my fav character. It shocks me how so much of this fandom glosses over what rice cake did. I can't believe SJM actually made Feyre end up with this sex offender. Tbh pre-ACOMAF Feyre and Lucien would've made a great pair. Post-ACOWAR Elain and Lucien make a great pair. Eris Vanserra and Nesta make a great pair. But SJM really made the Archeron sisters all attracted to the freaking bat boys like GIRL WHAT???!!! Who would you choose? The big, grumpy-ass warriors with no personality and can't hold their own in a courtroom or the smooth-talking, sassy, sarcastic, guys who YOU KNOW will treat their women like queens and can balance a thousand roles and still dress immaculately??? And who also btw have fire in their veins and fuck like it too. Just saying.

#anti rhysand #anti inner circle #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #vanserra brothers #keeping up with the vanserras #pro nesta archeron #anti feysand #neris week 2023

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acotrash · 2 years ago

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Ballroom of Romance - Cassian

Cassian head canons for Starfall Week 2023 Day 3

“Character A and Character B meet at Starfall”

You don’t know how your friend managed an invite the High Lord’s exclusive party, all week she had talked about wanting to meet one of the three brothers: the heir, the shadowsinger or the warrior

You had just rolled your eyes at your friend. You didn’t know them but you’ve heard of them, it was hard not to hear of the stories people whispered about them in Velaris. How Rhysand, the picture of his father was the complete opposite of the High Lord, of Azriel the cool and calculated one, of Cassian the wild, fun-loving one.

Since completing the Blood Rite decades ago, the three of them now spent most of their time in Velaris, breaking hearts wherever they went.

Your friend flashed you one of her signature smirks as she grabbed two champagne flutes from a passing waiter. “Oh come on (Y/N), let loose have fun”

So you did just that, dancing with her in the middle of the dance floor

Cassian spotted you before you even saw him

He stood off to the side, on Rhys’s left side, Az on the right and Rhys’s little sister stood in front of Rhys. Her wings flared out slightly as she stomped her foot and huffed, at only 13 she was getting an attitude and Cassian knew it would only be a matter of time before she would be leaving a string of males broken-hearted behind her

“I want to dance” She looked at the three brothers, her three brothers whom were all wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. As predicted, it was Cassian who broke first but not because of big, begging violet eyes but because of another female on the dance floor who was currently spinning away from drunken hands and looked like she needed saving

“I’ll dance with you princess” Cassian laughed at the face Rhys’s little sister made at the nickname, he was maybe the only brother who could get away with calling her that

Once they got to the dance floor, Cassian lost sight of you. He craned his neck, everytime his spun the young princess around to see if he could catch sight of your swaying hips, or long hair. He knew it was only a matter of time which is why whenever Azriel stalked close enough to the pair, Cassian spun the young girl to Azriel. She laughed in delight, stumbling into the shadowsinger

Cassian winked at his brother “Your turn”

Cassian had found you at the bar, he recognized the son of an advisor to the High Lord flirting with you, but you were sipping the drink in your hand, eyes darting around the room till they landed on Cassian

You had known that the heir to the Night Court and the two males he called brothers would be at the party, but you hadn’t expected to see them. The party was crowded and you were sure many females would be hanging off of their arms. Of course every female around Cassian had her eyes on him but none were hanging off of him, and he was looking right at you

You had told your friend you needed a refill and went to the bar when the male in front of you had given you a lazy smile that you assumed females were supposed to find attractive. You politely smiled and talked, letting him go on and on about court politics, something you had zero interest in whatsoever

But then the warrior had stepped in, a loop sided grin on his face chasing off the male talking, you knew Cassian was the least liked brother among the three, the less favorable one. Rhysand was the heir, Azriel was a rare shadowsinger, and Cassian was just Cassian. Maybe that’s why you were glad you ran into him and not the other two

“You don’t belong here” Cassian said, eyeing you from head to toe. You arched an eyebrow. He wasn’t wrong but you didn’t think he’d come right out and say it.

He wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t think he’d notice, or care. “Did the High Lord tell you to kick me out?”

“The High Lord doesn’t know” Cassian said, a little shrug. “I’m Cassian.” His eyes spelt out trouble and you wanted every bit of mischief he had planned “(Y/N)”

“So tell me, (Y/N), would you like to dance, or did I interrupt the conversation you were most hoping to hear tonight about Court politics” He leaned against the bar top and you fought the smirk you felt curving your mouth, instead you looked up at the sky. Starfall was in full swing and you thought you could touch the stars if you reached up high enough

“What if I said you did interrupt the best conversation I had all night?”

Cassian knew this wouldn’t end well, he could guess the second Azriel’s shadows caught wind of a party crasher the night would take a turn for the worst. But it wouldn’t be the worst trouble he’d been in if he was caught with said party-crasher. He knew the High Lord would somehow spin it that it was Cassian’s idea, so he decided to make the most of it. “Well, to make it up to you, may I offer you a dance?”

You agreed, the upbeat song changing to a slower song

You kept your eyes anywhere but his, suddenly nervous that someone would notice you weren’t supposed to be at this party, let along dancing with him

“Are you enjoying the party?” Cassian asked you, your eyes flicked to his before looking around the crowd again. “It’s very nice.”

There was a lot of things Cassian wanted to ask you, like how you were able to sneak past the guards posted, but he never got the chance because when he opened his mouth to speak, he felt a tug on the hem of his tunic

Rhys’s little sister glared at him “Azriel said he’s tired of dancing”

You had let out a little laugh

Cassian never hated his brother more now than he ever did “Tell him I am busy” he muttered to the princess, his eyes darting to you. She wasn’t phased by your presence, she brightly smiled at you before turning back to Cassian.

“I’m going to see if I can find my friend” You said, a hand on Cassian’s shoulder, he looked like he wanted to protest. “I get another dance once she’s done with you”

“I’ll return him to you” The princess offered, you snorted, nodding.

“I will be right over there” You pointed to a place by the wall, Rhys’s little sister nodded before turning to Cassian

As soon as you left, Cassian saw a sliver of a shadow follow you before Azriel was walking across the party towards you

“Hey, have you danced with Rhysie yet? Let’s see what he’s up to”

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of thorns and roses headcanon #acotar headcanon #cassian #azriel #rhysand #cassian x reader #cassian x you #rhysands little sister #starfall week #Starfall week 2023

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vikingmagic33 · 2 years ago

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Mates

I don’t have a new fic for @gwynrielweeksofficial Mates Day, but I thought I’d post a snippet of On My Radar for those who folllowed that journey with me and those who might be new. What could Gwyn be up to here?

Read the Complete Fic on AO3.

"Are these for just anybody?" He asked as he lifted a particularly ridiculous-looking cupcake toward his mouth. Nobody would miss this one and it would keep his mouth from getting him into more trouble with his family.

"No!" Gwyn screeched with sincere alarm plastered across her face. "Not that one. Pick something else."

Everyone looked at her rather awkwardly as her face continued to heat. The music played on, but no one spoke. Azriel chucked. Only Gwyn would have her heart set on this monstrosity of a cupcake. He looked back down at it with tenderness and noticed that some of the chocolate drizzle had dripped on him. Azriel shifted the cupcake to the other hand and lifted an icing-coated finger to his lips ready to play.

"Stop!" Now she was frantic. Now she was shouting. "Do not eat any part of that fucking cupcake, Az."

His eyes met hers, but his breath left him at the terror on her face. This was not her claiming her favorite of the reject cupcakes. Azriel looked again at the tray and there were a dozen of identically ridiculously decorated cupcakes. This was her demanding that HE not eat it.

He looked again at Gwyn and took in the smudge of icing on her face and the flour on her clothes. His body froze in suspicion. This was her NOT offering him any of the cupcakes that she had prepared with her own hands.

"Try that tray over there. Eat any of those you want. Emerie is a much better baker than me."

#gwynriel #Gwynriel fanfiction #this fic is my baby #mating bond #cupcakes #gwyn berdara #azriel shadowsinger #Az gets a mate #Az deserves a mate #acosf #post acosf #acotar #pro rhysand #my rhys is still a bit of a dick #gwynriel weeks 2023

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sunshinebingo · 2 years ago

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An Important Mission

Day 2 of @gwynrielweeksoffical - Training and Missions

Summary: Azriel and Gwyn receive their next mission from Rhysand.

Word count: 500

Ao3 link

“I have a very important mission for you two,” Rhysand addressed Azriel and Gwyneth. The Spymaster and Valkyrie spy have both been summoned by their High Lord to discuss an assignment that was apparently urgent.

Azriel and Gwyn looked at each other and nodded once. After months of working together, the Spymaster and his apprentice didn’t need much word to communicate. They understood each other well enough that they could do so with what most would perceive as mundane gestures. These silent forms of communication have developed over multiple training sessions and missions together.

“Everything is in here,” Rhysand said and slid a folded document across the desk for them to take. Before every mission, the High Lord or Lady prepared an official document that contained all the information necessary and the tasks to be accomplished.

When Azriel opened it, both his and Gwyn’s expression changed from serious to incredulous. This document was the shortest one they have ever been given. The official title of the assignment was Diner reservation for Azriel and Gwyneth Berdara at the Golden Crab, and the task was Be there at 7 pm.

Gwyn immediately furrowed her brows at Rhysand. “Rhys is this a joke?”

“No. It is your mission of course,” Rhysand smiled at her.

“What threat are we suppose to be watching for in this fancy restaurant of all places, sanitary issues? A rude waiter perhaps?” Azriel asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You will find out I’m sure," Rhys shrugged. "It is a very important mission. You need to blend in with all the happy couples there,” Rhysand added as if not everyone in Velaris would recognise the famous Shadowsinger and the former priestess turned Valkyrie and Spy. “Though your table will be on the private balcony.”

Azriel and Gwyn kept staring at Rhysand with the same incredulous look. When they noticed that he was trying to look at anything but them, Gwyn pursed her lips to fight off a smile that threatened to turn into an outright laughter.

Azriel’s lips twitched but he refused to look away from his brother. He wanted Rhys to feel his gaze piercing right through him.

Gwyn turned to look at the Shadowsinger and almost laughed at his attempt to keep his expression serious. “You really are a busybody aren’t you?” she addressed Rhysand.

The High Lord shrugged again. He looked at Gwyn and said with a coy smile, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Gwyn snorted and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Rhys straightened in his seat, afraid that his obvious plan would not work.

“Well I need to start planning our mission,” she added air quotes to the last word. Then she turned to Azriel next, “Tell me Spymaster, what in your wise opinion would be better for this sort of mission, a short dress or a long one?”

A rakish smirk broke onto the Shadowsinger’s face. He hummed and contemplated the question for a moment. “Considering the hot weather these days dear Valkyrie, I would say a short one would be more adequate," he finally said. Rhysand looked between the two with a smile of his own.

“Short it is then. Thank you for your professional advice Shadowsinger."

"Anytime," Azriel winked at his Valkyrie.

Thanks for reading!! 😘

#gwynrielweek2023 #gwynriel weeks 2023 #gwynriel #Rhysand is a Gwynriel shipper #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #rhysand

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praetorqueenreyna · 1 year ago

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Some Tamlin/Rhysand fluff for Rhysand Week Day 4: Court of Dreams.

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“Hurry up!” Rhysand called over his shoulder.

“It’s a lot harder when you aren’t cheating,” Tamlin panted. He moved forward doggedly, each step sending his foot crashing through the powdery snow until it hit the rock a foot down. His boots and the bottoms of his pants were soaking wet.

“It’s not cheating. I’m just using my natural advantages,” Rhysand replied loftily. With each step, he flapped his wings, giving him just enough lift that his feet didn’t break through the thin crust on the top of the snow. His light, almost non-existent footprints were a sharp contrast to the trough that Tamlin was creating. “Do you need a break?”

“No,” Tamlin answered, clearly annoyed by Rhysand’s mocking tone. “You said we’re almost there, right?”

“Almost.”

They were hiking up the tallest mountain in the Night Court. Up here, the air was thin and frigid. It burned the lungs and set fire to the skin. Few dared to venture up this far. The mountainside was a barren white field except for small patches of crystal snowflowers. The flowers grew on the surface of the snow, their roots stretching to the bare rock and extracting minerals from it. They were sharp and transparent, and appeared to be completely inorganic. However, once picked, they wilted away into nothing in seconds.

Finally, Rhysand reached the peak. A few minutes later, Tamlin reached it as well. He flopped down in the snow next to Rhysand, creating a fae-shaped crater that faintly steamed. Rhysand grinned. “Are you okay?” he teased as he sat down.

“No, I hate you,” Tamlin grumbled, eliciting a laugh from Rhysand. It constantly amazed him, how charming Tamlin was when he wasn’t trying.

Once recovered, Tamlin sat upright and took in his surroundings. Rhysand watched him, a fond smile breaking through his sardonic exterior, as Tamlin’s eyes widened and he gasped in awe. From here, one could see the harsh mountains and dark forests that made up the land of perpetual night. Here and there, glittering lights from cities and villages announced themselves, betraying that the gloomy land was active and bustling. In front of them, the ocean lapped at the distant shoreline of the Night Court. Behind them was the distant glow of Day.

“It’s beautiful,” Tamlin breathed.

“Yes, it is.” Rhysand was not looking at the view.

Tamlin shivered; now that he was no longer straining himself, the cold was leeching into him. Rhysand splayed out an arm and a wing, inviting Tamlin to huddle against his side. The Spring prince obliged, tucking himself against Rhysand and sighing in relief when the warm bat wing closed around him. Even here, as far from his home as possible, Tamlin smelled like sunshine and roses.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” Tamlin mumbled. His cold nose was pressed to Rhysand’s throat, his words a soft puff of warm air on his collarbone.

I wish you could too, Rhysand thought, but it was impossible. Tamlin was too brash, too honest, too impulsive to survive here. The Night Court would eat him alive.

“Nobody wants to stay here,” he said instead. “You belong in Spring.”

Tamlin fell silent. A thought probed at the edge of Rhysand’s mind. He usually didn’t bother trying to read Tamlin’s mind; it felt like an invasion of privacy, especially since Tamlin’s mental shields were so poor. Curious, Rhysand let the thought through. He smiled and pressed his lips against the top of Tamlin’s head.

“I belong with you.”

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orphicauroras · 2 years ago

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Gwyn Week Day 5: Friendship

I'm here thinking about how good of a friendship Gwyn and Rhysand would have. They're both such a nerds. Hell Rhysand even has a whole ass solar system built into his desk. And Gwyn is helping Merrill in her research about multiverses. They're definitely going to bond over that. I can see them exchanging random facts and knowledge everytime they meet. And arguing about which theory is right or wrong. Everyone else would be having fun and chilling and they'll be arguing about how old the universe really is or whether white holes are real or is it just our delusions speaking.

@gwynweekofficial

#gwynweek2023 #gwyn week 2023 #happy gwyn week #gwyneth berdara #acotar #acosf #rhysand #back again with my gwynsand agenda #listen I just love these two so much #and they have such a friendship potential

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foxybananaaaz · 1 year ago

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If you have not yet read any of the other parts, please click the Title Page to go to the start.

Lucien Week, Day Four :: Courtier & Emissary

Lucien introduces himself to Feyre Archeron as a courtier and emissary, a title he upholds throughout the series. @lucienweekofficial

Lucien was standing outside the River House, wholly nervous about what he was about to. He stood there in the cool Autumn air, feeling like a fool. Feyre was a friend. Rhysand, an acquaintance. Lucien shook his head. It still felt weird to think the words of Rhysand being anything more of an enemy, though it was true.

So Lucien did what he often did when he was nervous. He took the ribbon out of his jacket pocket and tied his hair up with it. He was still in the dress of the Day Court, which he had gotten used to, though he had on the jacket Elain had fixed by removing the wine stain two weeks ago. Her note was tucked in the pocket. It was the only jacket of his past he would continuously wear with no hesitation.

With his hair tied up, Lucien took a deep breath, fixing the jacket, and walked into the River House, as he had done many times before.

He was just about to call out for one of the two when he heard a soft voice answer him before he had the chance to speak, letting him know that Feyre and Rhysand were not here.

Lucien sighed. He had been hoping this would be a quick visit. He had also been hoping not to run into Elain during the visit.

"Will you come back to visit at least?" Lucien, only slightly taken aback, looked at her, standing on the stairs. She knew he was coming, knew why he was coming.

Offering a small smile in return, Lucien replied to his mates' question. "My lady, whenever you wish for me to visit, all you need to do is give a little tug, and I will be right there at your side before you know it."

Elain smiled, larger than he had ever seen her smile. It nearly knocked him off his feet. The sheer beauty of her smile, he had seen nothing of the likes before.

Lucien had to remind himself to control himself. The pair had only just become friends. The last thing Lucien wanted was to go back to how things were. Not after getting a glimpse of what life with Elain in it could be.

Coming down the stairs, Elain informed Lucien that Feyre and Rhysand were out on a walk with Nyx, and they shouldn't be too long before asking if he would like some tea.

He really shouldn't. He was here for a purpose. A purpose that was making him extremely nervous. But a friendly cup of tea with his mate while he waited shouldn't hurt.

After the two had settled down, with their cups of tea, Elain looked towards Lucien before asking him if he would like some help telling Feyre and Rhysand what he had come to tell them.

Lucien was just about to respond when he heard a voice behind him ask a question instead.

"Tell us what?"

Lucien turned in his seat to see Rhysand and Feyre standing behind him, the latter putting her son down so he could run to the other side of the room and play with some toys. Turning back to face Elain, he caught sight of the table, noticing she had set it for four people, rather than just the two of them.

Luciens nerves were quickly rising. This wasn't how he had planned this. This wasn't how this conversation was supposed to go. This wasn't-

Elain placed her hand on top of his own, the gesture calming his racing mind as he looked at her. There was a small tug, and his mates eyes seemed to tell him to trust her. Of course. He would always trust her. Even if she led him to his death, he would trust her.

Elains voice spoke up, and she looked to her sister and the High Lord. She informed them that she had realized that since Lucien was no longer living in the Human Lands, but rather the Day Court, it did not make sense he continue working for them as their Emissary to the Human Lands. She had only just brought it up to Lucien before Rhysand and Feyre walked in. She thought it beneficial the three of them talk about it.

Lucien looked towards Elain. Her words said they could discuss it and come to a mutual conclusion. But her tone said that it was not up for discussion at all.

Rhysand and Feyre seemed to pick up on that note as well as it was Feyre who spoke first, confusingly agreeing with Elain, saying how she was going to chat with Rhys about it, as it was not fair to make Lucien continue being an Emissary to lands he no longer lived in.

Rhysands response was more short, more clipped as he agreed as well, informing Lucien that he was relieved of his duties but was still free to come and go at his pleasure.

Nodding, and thanking the two, Lucien asked if the two would like to join he and Elain for tea. It was an awkward hour after the two accepted. Lucien still had no idea how or why the two of them agreed so quickly, yet he couldn't help but be grateful as he did.

As Lucien made to leave, Elain stopped him, seeming to have something important to tell him. So Lucien stopped and patiently waited.

"Everything is going to work out, even if it seems like it won't. Good night, Lucien." With that, Elain reached out, grabbing his arm, to give it a squeeze, before she turned around, going back up the stairs where she had come from an hour and a half before.

Looking back out the door, it was barely four in the afternoon, nowhere near night. Shaking off his confusion, Lucien walked to the winnnowing spot to winnow home. Home, it was still a strange concept to him.

A week later, Lucien was sitting for lunch with Helion. The rumours about him were getting out of hand lately. He just had to endure it for just a week longer, as then Eris should have freed their mother from his father and gotten her out of the Autumn Court.

Lucien knew his mother could not come here, as this would be the first place his father-Beron would look. Beron would probably then send spies to inform him if his mother came at all.

But all Lucien cared about was that his mother was safe. Just a week longer. That was until Helion sighed dramatically before telling Lucien he was tired and growing annoyed of the rumours circulating and getting more insanely unbelievable over the past few months. He insisted on putting an end to them.

As Helions words were setting in, and the meaning behind them registered, Lucien had no chance of stopping him as Helion was already outside, walking the streets, before he found the spot he was seemingly looking for.

"The reason the Autumn Court male has been here these past few months, staying at my house," Helions' voice carried throughout the streets. "Is not because he is here on Courtier business. He is not here as an emissary. Nor is he here because of any of your wild, inappropriate rumours." His voice was sounding every bit the High Lord he was. Lucien wished he could return inside, though the looks, and the sound of a High Lords power in Helions voice kept him rooted in his spot.

"The reason the Autumn Court male has been here is as simple as he is, my son. He has every right to be here. He has the blood of the Day Court running through his veins. I will have no more rumours about it in my court." And with that, Helion turned to Lucien, with nothing but pride in his eyes, as the public turned, welcoming, cheering.

Lucien amped his mask up tenfold, trying to appear as though he were relieved the truth has finally been revealed as well, when in truth he worried about how long the news would travel.

To read the next part, press its title, Falling Apart

It's a little shorty short chapter today! I've an awful migraine and couldn't continue writing. But I hope you like it nonetheless. Have a great rest of your day!

#Lucien Week 2023 #Prompt: Courtier & Emissary #Lucien Vanserra #Elain Archeron #Feyre Archeron #Rhysand #Baby Nyx #Elucien #LucienWeek2023 #Pro Lucien #Pro Lucien Vanserra #acotar #A Court of Thrones and Roses #Sarah J Maas

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