#v. crescent city au. » death was her curse and her gift. «

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 : 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀.

There was once a girl known by everyone and no one.

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𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 + 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒. — this list will continue to be added to pending what media i consume / what muses follow me. generally i will be happy to add to this list even if your verse is not written on here, so please don't hesitate to reach out. the only verses i will not write in include aging down/up characters, and hp.

note for general fantasy verses : unless there is a specific verse plotted, i am happy to mostly prescribe to a canon where our own continents/countries co-exist within the same world for crossovers and alliances.

modern.

born into a very wealthy family, aelin's upbringing was blessed, with her parents joint CEOs of a company responsible for vast technological developments ( terrasen inc. ). at eight years old she witnesses her parents murdered via a hit arranged by her biological aunt maeve, who stood to inherit the company until aelin turned eighteen years old. barely managing to escape with her own life, she was rendered homeless and on the streets until she was found by arobynn hamel, who had made a shelter for homeless children under the guise of a gentle heart. over time, he used this influence over the children to encourage them to commit crimes on his behalf - first small scale thievery, and eventually training them to murder.

continuing in this life until reaching teenage years, falling in love with one of the other boys living there ( sam cortland ), aelin and sam had tentatively plotted to run away when ordered on one last mission where sam did not survive. aelin was found by police with his corpse and arrested for his murder, presumably set up by arobynn.

most plots in this verse will begin after aelin's release from jail one year later, when new evidence proved her innocence - she is living in a luxurious apartment purchased with her earnings from her crimes, and struggling to reintegrate into society. note, in this verse, her primary name is celaena sardothien.

a court of thorns and roses.

this verse exists in two forms - parallel worlds, where we embrace the canon of aelin falling through worlds and interacting with this world as an au one to her own ( which requires some sort of crossover basis plotting ), or neighbouring continents. in the latter, efforts to maintain political peace and a tentative alliance would see either aelin travelling to the night court, or members of the night court travelling to terrasen as emissary. this verse would be post koa.

crescent city.

essentially runs off the same premise as modern verse in relation to her childhood and being offered shelter by arobynn hamel, with the notable exception that aelin is half-fae and works as a bounty hunter post her time in prison, and is very much equipped to slaughter.

note: this verse was heavily au plotted with @stareternals / @ehlane in a world where feyre was aelin's roommate. taking the drop with aelin as both enforcer and anchor to bring feyre back.

a song of ice and fire.

born and inherited from one of the original families in old valyria, who fled after the doom, aelin was orphaned at a young age after her parents were murdered and her home ransacked. found by the faceless men within the free city of braavos, aelin was trained within their arts of assassination. after freeing a large amount of slaves within essos out of sympathy, whilst she had been tasked a high scale murder, the faceless man cast her out - she was promptly captured and forced into the fighting pits in meereen. note, in this verse, she has no dragon affinity despite her valyrian background, only a particular potency for fire.

house of the dragon.

much like her asoiaf verse, aelin was born and inherited from an old valyrian bloodline, but her parents were murdered when she was only a child. taken to be sold to the highest bidder, aelin made her escape and found her way to the faceless men, to be trained within their arts and make a name for herself. making a name for herself within westeros ( living within kings landing ), she becomes one of the most sought after assassins in the city.

fourth wing.

gryphon bonded, aelin agrees to go undercover within basgiath to provide intel on a base level to the other side. deliberately falling under the radar and unable to bond a dragon, she is "forced" to repeat her first year, using whatever opportunity she can to feed information back to the other side. displays a rare and powerful gift from her gryphon, one not witnessed by the other fliers before - fire proficiency, usually reserved for dragons and their riders.

bridgerton.

orphaned at a young age, aelin has been raised as the ward of the wealthy arobynn hamel, a man well known to offer his home to orphaned women in exchange for the financial benefit of marrying them into wealthy and powerful families when they come of age. finally of age for the marriage mart, new to the ton after their relocation from northern ireland, aelin is desperate to find a good match before arobynn decides to propose to her himself.

dungeons & dragons / bg3.

coming.

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"i am no one ; i am nothing."

@stareternyl speaks and her anger flares as hot as fire.

she’s not thinking about reigning the inferno in as her head turns, and fingertips tighten so harshly, so quickly, that the glass in her hands slips and shatters, the sound loud in their apartment even against the symphony the crescent city plays outside. The words were not meant so literally perhaps – or maybe they were, death has reared its own trauma she’s sure, and whatever fucking gods existed knew that the other woman already bore enough of that to last a lifetime. But literally or not, they bring a reaction she’s not thinking about, emotion overturning rationality as her eyes lock on the closest friend she has in this very world, and there speaks a very genuine pain.

“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that.”

Her head is shaking now, and Aelin can feel her fingertips trembling in equal measure – curious, a part of her thinks, that such simple words are enough to flare every emotion she’s been pushing down for days. But days, it’s only been, since finding a battered and beaten frame. Days, since her hands were covered in blood ; and where she’s so used to hands being soaked in copper and crimson, it had turned her stomach to know the blood that slipped her fingers was that of her other half. Days, since she had begged, pleaded, wept, wailed for her to wake up, to open her eyes, to not go where she could not follow.

Days since Feyre had died – and days since she’d almost given her own life to bring her back.

Seriousness edges her tone, and her head is still shaking now as her voice falls a little softer.

“Don’t. You don’t get to say that. Not to me.”

She can feel the eyes on her – shocked, perhaps, because she’s rarely this emotional. Eyes close for a moment as her hand raises to brush over her face, if only to coax herself to calm, and when she speaks, Aelin finds herself close to tears. Ironic, that she’s been watching for signs of trauma from her other half – she’s forgotten her own.

“You were dead, Feyre. You were gone for seconds, and I wanted to die. You don’t get to say you are no one. You don’t. You’re everything – everything – to me.”

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@constellatons asked : “how do i trust you now?”

ASHRYVER HUES LOCK ON PIERCING HAZEL ; and for a moment, take in those features she’s come to memorise from moments caught idly surveying her – from the nights those features had spent between her thighs, tongue lashing her until she’d cried his name out so loudly it was a shock the noise complaints hadn’t flooded in by the day. They’ve both been blind until now, ignored obvious scars and markings on flesh marred by their own hands, pushed aside every warning sign that though their interests align, they might not have the same endgame at the end of it all.

They’re both carved for blood – she just hadn’t expected their targets to be the other.

“You trusted me before?”

Arched brow raises, and the way she watches him is with an almost idle amusement, identical expression to the mirth behind his expression. Arrogance that swaggers every step she takes, the two of them circling the other – her own blade strapped to her thigh, and she doesn’t need to let her eyes roam too far to tell he’s covered in his own beneath those dark fabrics. Movements evenly matched, and she knows if she so much as flinches too fast, he’ll be there to stop her own movements.

A shrug raises her shoulder now, and Aelin tosses blonde braid over her shoulder, stepping closer now – closing the distance between them to let her lips brush his ear, thigh brushing between his to let him feel the blade where it straps to the leather hugging curves he knows too well by now.

“We both know of all the things you feel for me, trust has never been one of them, Azriel.”

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verses.

v. canon oo1. » in a land long since burned to ash. « v. canon oo2. » ardalan's most feared assassin. « v. canon oo3. » the king's champion. « v. canon oo4. » she bowed for no one and nothing. « v. canon oo5. »  and at long last ; she was home. «

v. acotar au. » a court of ash and fire. « v. modern au. » she was a weapon ; and weapons do not weep. « v. crescent city au. » death was her curse and her gift. « v. asoiaf au. » glory and gore go hand in hand. « v. hotd au. » fire is such strange power. « v. bridgerton au. »  the brighter a lady shines ; the faster she may burn. « v. dungeons and dragons au. »  a girl who is both death and the maiden. «