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Azriel is on a mission one night and he is just waiting for information and he realizes he had been drawing dots in the sand and he doesn't know why; next time he goes to train with the Valkyries, he looks at Gwyn and realizes he had been drawing the pattern of her freckles.
Azriel's shadows whenever he is around Gwyn
To gain your trust...
SUMMARY: Going to the house of the wind to heal an injured fae is more strange than expected. *Warnings: Stalker!Azriel, OFC with name (I need my character to have a name, but you are free to use another one!), Healer!FC, Rhysand and Cassian are annoying; FC is confused and mentions a slight fake injury. That's it I think, but let me know if I missed something. A/N: Just a little fic I had on my mind. Let me know how I do because this is my first time writing something so long. Enjoy!
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In the dawn court, everything was made of gold.
During dawn, the streets sparked and created a shine that would never be found anywhere else; the skin of the fae sparked just as gold did, as if they had glitter spread over their cheeks. The streets were filled with music that couldn't be found anywhere else, and there was so much wonder in the sky when the sun was setting. The sight was so beautiful it made her want to cry.
That's what Iris missed the most about home,
Well, that and not having to climb all these stupid stairs.
Usually, Madja was the one who came to the house of wind when a healer was needed (it was the house of the General and his mate, so they wouldn't allow a stranger in). The high Lord was usually the one who winnowed her or flew her in, but considering that the inner circle and Iris had no connection or relationship whatsoever, she had no one to ask for a ride.
So she suffered as she climbed, cursing the creator of the stairs as her legs shook and she questioned her existence. Why was she in the night court again and not in her beautiful court? Oh yes, because she wanted to learn from Madja.
Best and worst decision of her life, if she was being honest.
But still, she climbed the stairs wishing she had the ability to winnow, fly , or teleport or just...do something instead of climbing. Lady Nesta was strong, but she clearly was not.
When she finally reached the top of the stairs, a painful moan left her lips just as her knees gave out. She fell on the floor with a thud and stayed there wondering how she would survive going down. Perhaps she would jump from the side of the house, it seemed more productive.
"Not to interrupt your train of thought, but you are needed a bit closer to the sparring ring." A low voice mumbled behind her, causing her to jump startled and almost fall forward in fear.
Something cold wrapped itself around her waist as a yelp left her mouth; the thing around her waist pulled her back and away from the stairs. "BY THE MOTHER AND HER CAULDRON!" She shouted, being moved away against her will. Once she was a few feet away, the feeling around her waist disappeared, and she was left looking terrified while she clutched her bag close to her chest, eyes wide.
Her eyes turned to a male with long hair and a smug grin on his face, his eyes bright with contained laughter. "Hello, Iris." He acknowledged her.
Iris swallowed and gripped the bag tighter. "Lord Cassian." She mumbled softly, trying to put on a brave facade but failing due to her early near death.
Cassian smiled at her, a bit brighter. "You were too close to the stairs," he noted.
Iris felt herself blush in embarrassment. "Yes, thank you for saving me." He should have left her fall and saved herself from this moment.
Cassian chuckled softly and shook his head. "Your gratitude is misdirected, Iris. You should thank our shadow singer."
Iris's mind reeled. The shadow singer? Azriel?
Cassian seemed to notice her confusion, and he also seemed to enjoy it. "Azriel sent his shadows over when he noticed you; they are the ones you should thank."
Iris merely blinked at him, cursing in her mind at herself.
"Shall we? You are expected." His hand motioned for her to walk ahead, so she tightened her grip on her bag and started walking.
After a few seconds, she stopped in her tracks when she noticed Lord Rhysand and his shadow singer on the ground; Lord Rhysand was staring at the shadow singer with a smile as the winged male clutched his hand on his chest. When he heard her, he gave her a smile, his starlight eyes shining in amusement.
"Oh, Iris. You're here," He said happily, standing up. "We were waiting for you."
Iris frowned slightly at the High Lord, confused. Since when was he so happy to see her?
"High Lord." She mumbles with a nod, still confused at his happiness.
The High Lord smiled brighter and moved away, standing beside Cassian. "Our shadow singer seems to have broken his wrist, and we were wondering if you could, perhaps, give him a hand?"
For some reason, Cassian started laughing, and Rhysand chuckled darkly. Iris looked between both males, wondering what they were laughing about.
"Enough." The dark voice of the shadow singer snapped from the floor, clearly not amused at whatever his brothers were laughing at.
Iris turned her head to him, only to find his eyes on her, analytic. Her body tensed up, noticing how he caught the change of mood.
Her reaction was natural, of course. After she had arrived at the night court a year ago, she had expected to be welcomed by Madja only to have been winnowed into an interrogation cell in the Hewn city, the shadow singer staring at her coldly and asking her why she would go to the night court.
Iris had been confused and scared, but she had answered sincerely; her answer, however, had not pleased the inner circle, and she had been kept in the cell for two days, the same question being asked over and over and over again until her High Lord had gone to confirm her identity. Yes, she was a healer with exceptional healing magic. No, she was not a spy. Yes, he was sure. He had no reason to send a spy to the night court. No, he wasn't lying. Yes, they could look into his head. No, he had never seen her before.
After two days, she was released from her prison and taken by Thesan, who took her to a suite in the Sidra and taught her how to use mind shields to protect herself from the daemati. Afterward, Thesan walked her to Madja's house, only to announce that the shadow singer would trail her for a few days.
Seeing him reminded her of the awful ten months of having eyes on her back, and she didn't like the feeling of being there again.
"Shadow singer." She mumbled coldly.
"Iris." He said, tilting his head, shadows like waves around him.
She wanted to bash his head to the floor.
But she would heal his wrist first.
She got on her knees, placing her bag beside them. "May I see your hand?" The question left her mouth sharply, angrily, but the shadow singer listened and stretched his hand towards her so she could inspect it.
Once she saw his wrist, her frown deepened. Turning to the High Lord, she spoke, "My apologies, High Lord, but what am I meant to heal?"
The High Lord's grin widened. "His wrist, of course."
Iris wanted to smack him. "His wrist seems perfectly fine." the words left her calmly. She had dealt with complex patients back home and would do it here too.
"Is it? I could have sworn it was broken. Isn't that right, brother?" The question was directed to Cassian, who only grinned wider and nodded.
"Yes it was. Horrible thing to see."
"He seems to be fine now," Iris stated, turning her gaze back to his hand.
"Oh, you should still check if it's okay. Bones, you know, no way of telling when they are broken." Iris was sure she had made a face when the High Lord made his comment. She had seen enough broken bones to know they had a tendency to made themselves painfully known.
Her ears catch a soft chuckle, which causes her to bring her eyes up to meet the shadow singer, noticing the slight grin on his lips. What was so funny now?; he noticed her look, and quickly erased the smirk, looking back down at his hand.
Counting mentally to ten, she grabbed his hand, noticing how he tensed up at the sudden touch; even the High Lord and his general had stopped chuckling behind them.
Carefully, she traced her fingers over his wrist, feeling the ridges of his scars but paying them no heed. Her magic wrapped itself warmly around his wrist, inspecting it and then retreating when she found nothing. Her hands let go of his softly.
"His wrist is not broken," Iris mumbled, turning to her bag. "Neither are the tendons. Are you in any pain?" Her words seemed to echo in the empty space, which made her nervous. Had she done something wrong?
"A bit." His voice came out slightly lower and raspier than usual as if a river were rushing through stones. For some reason, it caused a tingle in her spine.
She opened her bag and fumbled with some glass jars, finally pulling one after a few seconds. "Here, this should help." She turned back to the shadow singer, holding the jar out to him.
He eyed it, suspiciously. "What is it?"
"It's devil's claw, an anti-inflammatory," she grabbed another bottle. "And this is passionflower, to help with any pain. It seems your syphons did all the healing, but I will give you this just in case."
The shadow singer grabbed both bottles uncertainly. "Why not use your magic to heal me entirely?" He questioned, pocketing the jars.
Iris closed her bag. "I trust plants as much as I trust magic, if not more." He seemed curious about her explanation but nodded, not questioning her. Careful with his massive wings, he stood up and stretched his hand out to her.
"Allow me to help you."
Iris eyes his hand warily but decides to grab it. His hand was soft due to the scar tissue, warm as he helped her stand up; once she was up, she released his hand and turned to the High Lord and the general, both males looking at her with interest.
"Is there something else you require, High Lord?" She hoped he would say no. She wanted to go home and keep working on her herbal remedy.
"No, Iris. I am grateful for your help." The High Lord gave her a soft smile which was enough to send Iris over the border and make a run for it.
"In that case, I'll leave." With another nod, her feet took her to the stupid stairs.
"Iris." The shadow singer called out behind her, stopping her in her tracks. When she turned around, he was holding her bag on his hands. "You forget this."
Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment, staring at how the shadow singer made his way to her, her bag on his hands, his shadows pooling at his feet.
She cursed at him for being so handsome, then cursed at herself for thinking that. "Thank you." Her fingers wrapped themselves around the straps, taking them away from his hand.
The shadow singer eyed the stairs behind her. "Let me take you to your home." He offered, his hazel eyes going to hers, a strange brightness in them. Iris, however, felt sour at the reminder that he knew where he lived due to his stalking.
"I think I will brave the stairs, but thank you." Azriel arched an eyebrow, and the motion was so smooth that she stared at him in awe for a few seconds, her heart picking up speed.
"It's a lot of stars," he noted. "Allow me to do it, as repayment for helping me."
Iris wanted to say that she had only done her job, but considering how badly her legs were shaking and how -due to the climb, not to the shadow singer, of course- hot she was, she decided to accept.
"Alright then," she uttered, trying to put on a brave front. "I would appreciate it."
Azriel smirked at her and stretch his hand out for her to grab, his eyes a bit dark. "Shall we?"
For some reason, Iris felt it was a test but she couldn't comprehend why. Still, she didn't wanted to fail, so she grabbed his hand and nodded.
"Take me home, please."
And with a small, soft smile, shadows twisted themselves around her body. and a strong grasp on her hand, they winnowed away.
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After successfully -and awkwardly- dropping Iris at the front of her suite in the Sidra, Azriel went back to the house of wind where his brothers awaited for him with smiles on their faces.
"She gave you medicinal plants!" Cassian exclaimed as soon as he landed on the floor. "Isn't that the same as food offering?"
"If it were the case, then I'm afraid she's been accepting many." Rhysand laughed, a distant looked on his face. "Feyre is wondering is she can come for dinner tonight."
"No," Azriel answered for her. She wouldn't be near any of them any time soon.
"You wound me, brother." Rhysand purred. "We won't harm her."
"I'm aware, but she doesn't trust me just yet." He said shamefully.
"I wouldn't trust you either, if we are being honest." Cassian whispered, laughing at the look Azriel gave him. "You can't blame the poor girl for her behaviour, brother. You stalked her for almost all of her stay."
"I was doing my job." Azriel defended himself with no conviction.
"No, you were being an idiot." Rhysand declared. "Feyre and me asked you to watch her for a week, no more."
Azriel had to agree on that. They had only said a week but then he had just become so obsessed with her, her life, and how she was settling in. enjoying...once he realized what he was doing, he stopped but it seemed Iris still remembered.
"I'll fix it." Azriel smiled confidently.
"Oh, you will, brother," Cassian laughed. "I wonder how long it will take before your mate accepts you."
Tag list!: (Literally the shortest tag list ever but I love you for being part of it) @rcarbo1
so I'm dating someone and
This man is....I don't know how to explain it, but he is Azriel coded.
I was like, "Somebody matches my freak"
Rowaelin - Licensed Art
(From @/amillionworldsdesign)
(By @/jessdraw.s)
Nesta Archeron 🌪
It took a while, but now I am finished with my midterms and can finally draw again :))
RUHN Danaan
Crestent City - RUHN Danaan
House of Earth and Blood
House of Sky and Breath
House of Flame and Shadow
Sarah J. Maas
Crescent City House of Flame and Shadow
Ruhn AND Hind/Lidia
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OPEN REQUESTS (fics)
🌟✨✍️ Exciting News Alert! Calling all ACOTAR fans! ✍️✨🌟
Hey there, lovely bookworms! 📚✨ It's time to dive into the magical world of ACOTAR with yours truly, Rurulandd! 🌹✨
First off, let me introduce myself properly! I'm Rurulandd, your resident dreamweaver, weaving tales and fantasies with the stroke of my keyboard. 🖋️✨ With a heart full of passion for literature and creativity, I'm here to embark on an exciting journey with you all.
I'm extending an open invitation to all of you wonderful readers out there. Whether you're a die-hard ACOTAR aficionado or just dipping your toes into this magical world, I welcome your requests for fanfics featuring you alongside your favorite characters. 🌟✨
Just drop me your request, detailing your desired scenario and which characters you'd like to star alongside.
[I already have in my draft two unfinished fanfics with OC x Azriel, I might publish some chapters and if you like them I can continue writing them!]
✨RULES✨
What do I accept?
-Everything: Angst, Fluffy and Smut (I have never written Smut, but I'm open to everything).
-The caracheters can be either an OC or the reader itself (either gn!reader or f!reader).
-Any fic with: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel (my man), Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Morrigan, Amren, Lucien, Eris, Kallias, Helion, Thesan, Tarquin, Jurian (you can ask me any other carachters, the ones I listed are the names that I remember).
What do I not accept?
-Anything that is too goory, you know what I mean (no carving on others bodies for sexual pleasure and extreme kinks).
-Pairing among ACOTAR carchters (like NestaxCassian or AzrielxEris) [I might accept in future, when I'll be more confident in my writing!]
-Incest
[Maybe in the future I will add something else, but for now that's it. Also, English isn't my first language, so please excuse me if I do any mistakes].
I’d like to point out that it was heavily implied that the village had also tortured Cassian’s mother.
You guys really need to develop some analytical reading and start recognizing it when your faves do fucked up stuff.
I mean, SJM kind of already connected ToG and CC together. It was a quick throwaway line when Bryce is in the library (I think it’s during one of the times Ruhn comes in for research about the Horn) but one of the books is titled “The Queen Who Walked Through Worlds.” And in KoA, that’s how Maeve describes herself in one of the dreamscapes she puts Aelin through. The title then goes to Aelin after she forges the Lock and kills the gods. I’m pretty sure I saw a post somewhere else on Tumblr about this, but wanted to point it out here.
Just wanted to drop this by before my sleep deprived brain forgets.
HOUSE OF EARTH AND BLOOD
Remember when Bryce is describing Midgard and talks about how a portal opened about 15 thousand years ago?
Now. In one of the books of ACOTAR (can’t remember if it was ACOMAF or ACOWAR) BUT, when Amren is telling her story she says that she came from a world in which she obeyed an All-Powerfull (God?) And she was somewhat an Angel. What if she came from the same place that those creatures that came to conquer Midgard. What if the Asteri are what Amren was?
I think that’s how Sarah is going to conect the books. She will send Bryce after the 7th Asteri and somehow end up in Prythian.
Anyway…
I Just wanted to rent about my theorys for Crescent City and say that if Bryce and Hunt breaks up and go after other people, I will still love them. However I will probably adore the new pairing because I am Sarah’s little bitch and she can destroy my heart after making them almost die for each other. I shiped.
Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac as Cassian and Azriel
I’d like to make an addition
+ bonus
Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac as Cassian and Azriel
I just finished ACOSF and although it’s not my favorite in the series, it was still a fun read and I’m excited to dive further into the universe of SJM Books.
Initially I was excited to catch up and banter with the community, but after being exposed to the toxicity I find myself questioning if it’s even worth commenting and engaging, especially when it comes to Elaine and her potential lover. Personally I would like to see her with Lucian ( those who disagree plz don’t come for me. I say this because I’ve already faced unnecessary aggression from simple words as such )
But either way I LOVEEEEEEEE Az as well. They are my two favorite men in the series so I would be fine with whoever she ends up with. I find it funny the amount of drama that comes from this. If anything the questioning of a mating bond is just the kind of plot twist to keep readers on the edge of there seat. At the same time watching Elaine and Lucian build a relationship when she can hardly look at him would be so romantic. Do you guys not enjoy guessing and trying to piece together the outcome in a way that’s not toxic and rude to anyone with a opposite opinion? I for one enjoy talking to others who hold different opinions. I wanna know all the things that lead you to this conclusion. I mistakenly thought this community would be like that especially since it’s adult fiction… I just thought readers may be more mature.
ACOTAR's current popularity reminds me of Twilight's rabid popularity of the early 2000s...
..so give it a few years and ACOTAR will be turning up in second hand bookshops constantly: no second hand bookshop is complete without a copy of Twilight. In 2035, no second hand bookshop will be complete without ACOTAR
Eris is my favourite character. I have so many reasons for this, but the main one is how complex his character is. Personally I think he really is a good person and does what he thinks is right but he is still morally gray. Like really morally gray, for example Rhys is supposed to be morally gray but sjm tries to justify everything he does. Morally gray characters do bad things. If you're trying to write one let them be bad, arrogant, selfish at times. The world isn't black and white, it's shades of gray. Eris shows that and his actions are probably the most realistic, because we all know he's done bad things but he owes up to them just like real people do (or should). Sjm claims Rhysand has never done anything bad and more bs like that.
(also azris and the vanserra in his name make eris VERY appealing)
I have a feeling that Ryeowook's voice became even higher?
Such ringing.
Guy is absolutely cool. *///*
BUT. I am again convinced, it tiny and thin. Other member tower over Ryeowook as rocks. And Donghae too.
Credits to @charliebowater
Mor babe 😂😂
if the Inner Circle were cats
Rhys & Feyre:
Cassian:
Amren:
Azriel:
Mor:
