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Rhys: Why is Gwyn staring at Az like that?

Cassian: She is trying to prove a theory.

Rhys: Why is Azriel flexing his wings like that?

Cassian: He is trying to help Gwyn prove her theory.

I just when into #pro azriel before a four hour study lesson and I have found out that half the posts are of ewriel? And I just don't understand

Like,

1. Az hides who he really is from Elain and Elain is scared of him

2. Az thinks he is entitled to Elain because she is the third sister and he is the third brother? Which was a pretty toxic mindset

3. Elain is scared of him (which has been stated in a THOUSAND WAYS)

4. Elain wants to use him to reject the mating bond. She literally wants to pull a Mor.

5. Elain deserves better

6. Azriel deserves better

Honestly, both of them deserve someone who will love them and accept them as they are. Elain is not my favorite character but she needs someone who sees how strong she is *Cough Lucien cough* and Azriel deserves someone who is not afraid of his touch and his shadows *Cough Gwyn Cough*

If you truly are pro Azriel or pro Elain, then you should know that they do not belong together, they would be so freaking toxic it will make TamTam look like an angel

And then they say that Azriel thinking he is entitled to Elain is romantic

Anyway, the hypocrisy

Tiktok says Rhys sending Feyre to the Weavers cottage was toxic and we’re glamorizing bad behavior and he’s toxic for not saving her from the weaver

I read this and then re-read it and tried it one more time to see if it could make sense because I don't want to discredit any theories but the more I read it the less it makes sense, I just don't get it.

What do houses have to do with anything? The houses just mean a place where they can be comfortable. I'm not saying the houses are not important because they are, Feyre got the home she needed, Nesta pretty much gets to live with her best friend and Elain...well, Elain is Elain and we don't know anything other than her needing sunshine.

What you are saying about 3x3x3x3 does not make sense at all because (please read Azriel's extra) it has never been about three brothers being with the three sisters; and if we are going down that path, Nesta considers both Emerie and Gwyn her sisters so the rule could also fall in line for them.

Now, for the mountain, how does the prison belong to Elain? There is nothing in the books that says anything about the prison being important to Elain. She is never near the prison, she does not talk about the prison, she stays away from the prison and she has absolutely no mention of the prison. She is always okay, tending to her flowers and ignoring Lucien.

Next, what do three brothers and three sisters, not matching have to do with your numbers? How did you fall into that conclusion? How do you make the math to make it make sense that if it's not Elain then there should be five brothers and all the numbers you just set in there. Please explain.

The reason why Elriel is denied (And I do not mean to be disrespectful) is because they have no future. Them together would be toxic, it would hurt them both. It has been mentioned over and over how Elain needs sunshine, how she doesn't belong in the night court (and yes, this is on the books. Please refer to ACOSF when they all went to the hewn city and Cassian mentioned it), how Azriel's shadows whom have always been there with him to keep him company becuase they are a part of him go away when Elain is near.

Elain wants Azriel to reject Lucien, Azriel wanted to sleep with Elain; not even have a nice relationship with her, but to just have sex because he though he was entitled to her because he is the third brother. Explain to me how that is a healthy mindset, explain to me how psychologically this would be good for either of them.

They deserve better, be it with or without Lucien and Gwyn, they both deserve so much better.

Now, please be respectful. Any comment I see attacking me for what I think and know will not be tolerated.

Other than that, long live Gwynriel and Elucien.

Why do people think there are 3 bat boys, 3 sisters, 3 houses, 3 mountains??, etc etc but especially couples and houses.

Nessian lives in HOW, Feysand in the river house and Elriel will get the Townhouse. They did plan the townhouse’s gardens during Solstice after all. They all get their own mountain too. Feyre UTM, Nesta Ramiel and Elain the prison.

They are obviously meant to all connect amongst themselves

If the 3 brothers and 3 sisters weren’t meant to all match up(ROMANTICALLY as well as PLATONICALLY) there would be something like 3 boys and 5 sisters, 4 houses and 6 mountains 😂 But that doesn’t flow very well does it?

Its 3 x 3 x 3 x 3 x 3 x 3 for a reason.

Stop playing dumb.

We all know you know whats coming.

Denying doesn’t do anything for anyone it’s just irritating.

I'm watching an anime (from 2003) called "Uninhabited Planet Survival" and the main character, Luna, is so Gwyn coded ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.

But then, we also have whom I like to believe is the male MC, Kaoru, and he is LITERALLY AZRIEL

BUT THEN, we also have the secondary characters that are pretty much HALF THE CHARACTERS OF ACOTAR.

Honestly, you want to see how they would survive on an uninhabited planet? Go watch Uninhabited Planet Survival.

I saw it for the first time when I was 12, and now rewatching it on my 20s AND I ALWAYS SHIPPED LUNA AND KAORU.

I was destined to be a Gwynriel, it was written on the stars,

STOPPPP THEY'RE SO FREAKING GWYNRIEL CODED. I LITERALLY JUST WITNESSED "A thing of secret lovely beauty" AND I AM LOSING IT

I'm watching an anime (from 2003) called "Uninhabited Planet Survival" and the main character, Luna, is so Gwyn coded ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.

But then, we also have whom I like to believe is the male MC, Kaoru, and he is LITERALLY AZRIEL

BUT THEN, we also have the secondary characters that are pretty much HALF THE CHARACTERS OF ACOTAR.

Honestly, you want to see how they would survive on an uninhabited planet? Go watch Uninhabited Planet Survival.

I saw it for the first time when I was 12, and now rewatching it on my 20s AND I ALWAYS SHIPPED LUNA AND KAORU.

I was destined to be a Gwynriel, it was written on the stars,

Helion: Why is Azriel offering to buy me a pegasus?

Rhys: Nice joke-

*Azriel winnowing into the room*: I'll give you the secrets of your enemies

Rhys: What the fu-?

@gwynrielweeksofficial

Once upon a time, in Velaris...

*Rhys stretching in the morning, his eyes set on the city, his hands on his hips*: How shall I stop Azriel from sleeping with Elain today?

@gwynrielweeksofficial

Court of dreams

I will enjoy the fact that this idea came to mind because it's been cooking in my mind for so long and I am ready to write it.

Now, don't get this wrong: I love the inner circle but their behaviour with Nesta has me on edge. This is not a hate for the inner circle, is just my own feelings trying to be incorporated into this small fic.

Also, I'm listening to Jessi and her energy pretty much motivated savage Gwyn. If you wanna know what I mean, then I will put the link for the song I was listening to while I wrote this and I encourage you to listen and read the freaking subtitles.

Enjoy!

Gwyn was listening to the inner circle yell to Nesta for one stupid mistake she had made.

And she had enough.

"Hypocrisy runs quite fast in here." She mumbled, crossing her arms ready to strike.

Every person in the room turned around to look at her, shock in their faces. Nesta shook her head slow but Gwyn ignored her.

"You don't understand how bad this is, Gwyn." Rhysand mumbled, his jaw clenching as he shot an angry look at Nesta.

Gwyn scoffed, looking at the roof for patience. "I understand that every single one of you is ancient but the only one that seems to have some sense of respect is the house we are standing in," A smile formed in her lips. "House that you gifted her after she saved your mate and son."

"Gwyn, you should go back-" Cassian mumbled, taking a step closer to her as if to stop her. Her eyes shifted to him in a clear warning that if he touched her, she would cut his hand.

"You are worse than them," She mumbled, tracing his body with her eyes. "Your mate is being disrespected in front of you and the only thing you can do is stay quiet and allow your High Lord to slander her and assault her."

"I am not assaulting Nesta!" Rhys roared, his face red in anger. "Do not dare to say that."

"Why? You think assault only includes somebody touching your body?" A humourless laugh left her lips. "Your words are assaulting her. She is braver than all of you and I will not stand here any longer listening to how you think she is worthless and a piece of trash. If any of you try to even mention that ever again, I will tear your tongue out of your mouth. You are the court of dreamers but tear down anyone who stands in your way."

Getting up from her chair, her hands shifted the hair on her shoulder and walked to the door.

"I am your high lord, Gwyneth Berdara. You will respect me and my inner circle." Authority rolled on his words, the pressure strong on her body but she just spared him a single glance over her shoulder.

"You are not my High Lord when you are a monster Rhysand. You are just one more afraid male trying to downplay a powerful female." Her gaze went to Azriel who was staring at her with encouragement on his eyes. "Staying silent also counts, shadowsinger."

And she left the room, leaving Rhysand shocked and Nesta smiling.

Azriel stared to where she left and turned to Rhys ready to give one more blow.

"Nesta did the right thing, Rhysand." He mumbled and motioned for Nesta to follow him, "Don't be your father."

Hold you

Something came over me and I just followed the flow. Enjoy.

Gwyn was not okay.

That was the first thing Azriel realized as he saw her doing her swift elegant movements with the daggers in her hands. Her steps were light and her posture perfect but there was something that seemed broken in her.

Every move was powerful enough, as if she were cutting through her nightmares.

So he stepped on the ring, and stared at her until her eyes focused on him.

Slowly, he took out truth teller and started moving it the same way she had been until a few seconds ago. And together, they started a dance with daggers.

Azriel moved with her, feeling as if a weight were being lifted from both of them. Silence flooded his brain, his shadows dancing around them both.

He moved to the left and twisted around her as she did a perfect slice so close to him the dagger almost cut him, but he trusted her and trusted that if she had to cut him into a thousand pieces to be able to find peace, he would let himself be cut until her light came back.

A ragged breath came out of her mouth, barely a sound but it shook his soul. He felt the need to hold her, but he would not touch her, not until the shadows left her eyes or until the nightmares ran away.

He would allow himself to stay standing until her feet stopped moving and if it took a hundred years then he would stay there all the time just so she could know that she was not alone, that she would never be alone, that he understood.

All the nightmares and fears, if he could, he would kill them and tear them out of her beautiful mind but until he could do that, he would stay there and hold her in the small ways he could.

Silver lined her eyes, and he felt his throat closing in agony at the pain he could see there. He wished he could take it all away, wished he could prevent all the pain.

He wished she hadn't been broken or damaged, he wished he could be able to turn back time to before she had been so hurt it had left a shadow in a thousand dimensions.

It was too late now to avoid it, so he would hold her.

If she laughed, if she cried, if she smiled, if she screamed, if she decided to tear the world down to the last of its pieces he would let her do it; if he had to challenge the gods to let her have a second of peace, he would do it. He would tear the heavens and stop the thunder if it meant stopping her pain, he would stop the ocean or block the sun if it brought her happiness, he would find her over and over again and hold her until his last breath and then beyond that.

He would move with her every step of the way if she allowed him to, he would hunt down her nightmares and become their nightmare, he would move earth and sea to see her happy and bring her peace.

He would burn castles and bring down kings for her, he would allow himself to be brought to his knees at the sound of his name on her lips.

Their pace increased, and so did the beating of his heart.

She was wonderful. Fire and light, thunders and hurricane, she was the smell of the rain and the comfort of books, she was the shadows that had found him a hundred years ago, she was the bird that had landed on the small window of his room when he was a child, she was the air that touched his face the first time he took the air.

The mother could put him in another timeline but he would fight time and galaxies to see her and make sure she was safe. He would love her with his life and then love her in his death.

She would be his beacon of fire on the darkest nights. He would move towards life because of her, because of her smile.

Her dagger was at his wrist and he moved with her, their eyes on each other while they shared the same breath.

He could die, he decided, he could die and his only regret would have been not having enough time with her.

Their movements stopped, their eyes on each other, their breaths one and the same.

That's how the bond snapped for them

WHAT IF GWYN IS ALSO HELION'S DAUGHTER?

So I was thinking

Well, not thinking, I'm listening to the graphic audio of ACOSF and I'm in the chaper of Nesta hearing Gwyn singing and when she said "A faint glow" I was like 'hold up sis'

We know Helion sleeps around. We know he has one illegitimate son (hot fire sexy Lucien) and we know he-well, he is a play boy, let's not lie.

So, what if the glow in Gwyn when she sings is not because she is a lightsinger but because she is Helion's daughter and has his light power?

We are all expecting for the reveal of Lucien's parentage, and I am honestly waiting to hear more about Gwyn's life before Hybern.

Is this a crazy theory?

And if it's not a theory but a fact, how weird do you think it will be for Azriel and Elain when they find out their mates are actually half siblings?

I'm down for this.

So, during the infernal training ring where the Illyrians saw how my three amazing Valkyries killed it, it is mentioned how Azriel stared them down until they left.

And I just have the feeling that the sole reason of this was because he needed to make sure that they didn't gave the Valkyries a bad glance. I am sure that if any of them had look at either of the Valkyries with murder in their eyes, Azriel would have killed them right there and then.

And if they had even sneered towards Gwyn, Emerie or Nesta?

They would have wished for death.

What if-

We know Azriel's mom went through a lot of abuse at the hands of his father, and that was simply a glimpse of what had happened but the truth is that we don't know the full story because Az has never talked about it.

So I was thinking: What if Az's mom hasn't shown up because Azriel's mom was hurt so badly that she can't move? What if due to the abuse, she's just...gone.

And I don't mean gone in a death like gone, I mean gone like she was hurt so badly that the damage became imprinted in a deep level?

What if the trauma did something to her? What if that is the reason Azriel seems so private and defensive (and with good reason) of his mother is because she is in a very delicate state?

What if the reason Az hates the Illyrians so much is because they harmed his mom in such a way that she will never recover?

my ACOTAR fancast- Inner circle

CASSIAN:

I think we can all agree that Can Yaman is the perfect Cassian. He looks like he could tell you "hold to the headboard" and threaten to kill you, and all you will be able to say is "thank you." He is from Turkey.

AZRIEL:

This man is BEAUTIFUL AND EXACTLY AS I PICTURED AZ. He has those airs of "I know how to make you scream" and you don't know if he means from pleasure or pain but I'll be up for both. Imagine him with shadows and wings and BANG! Azriel daddy. His name is Evans Nikolakopoulos and he from Greece.

AMREN:

I mean, yes? Jung Ho Yeon has that mystical face that for sure has that unknown power inside of her. Only problem for me is her height but it's okay! I still love her a lot and imagining her with Varian and rejecting Rhys? Dude. I'm up for her.

MORRIGAN:

I had trouble deciding on Mor because I wanted someone who was not front United States but I decided on Dove Cameron because she is beautiful and has that look of "I will challenge all of you for my freedom". Besides, its Dove Cameron. That's enough explanation.

RHYSAND:

this man doesn't need an explanation. It's Henry Cavill. That's it. Any other choice is wrong.

Now,

I wanted non- American actors because of the accent. I need my ACOTAR family to have accents. NON AMERICAN ACCENTS. Dove is Dove but she is Dove and I love her. This is my fancast.

Stay tuned for the Archeron sisters, the high Lord's, the Valkyries, the band of exiles and more!

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

credits for the pictures to the author of the post:

@the-darkestminds

okay, so I'm not someone who likes to go into conflict but as a survivor of SA, I can never hold back to people that say stupidities. Therefore, here is me standing up for SEXUAL ASSAULT VICTIMS

Back story to this because this is crazy:

I was going through the anti ewriel tag because I have a morbid obsession of seeing how my fellow gwynriels shut down the stupid elriel theories and to be honest I also learn a lot by going through them! I'm like "oh, I didn't connected those points! It makes sense" so today was a normal day for me and then suddenly, I see this post about how disrespectful it is for SA victims to see posts of how Gwyn isn't ready to have see and she shouldn't be shipped with Azriel and I agree. It is disrespectful because Gwyn is not her trauma and just minimizing her to it is disrespectful.

So I wanted to comment on the post to say "totally agree" bit instead I found an Elriel in the comment spitting stupidities about how Gwyn isn't ready and she didn't go to Nesta's mating ceremony (honestly, you would think they have the next book with all the things that say happen) and then she said the most stupid thing ever and I will put it on picture because wow

First of all, credits to defending Gwyn to all the people included in the pictures and then about the elriel comment

What

The

Heck

Rhys and Lucien weren't violently attacked? What the hell are you talking about?

Rhys had a nightmare of Amarantha pinning his wings to the bed and you're telling me that this nightmare came out of the blue? This had roots, this fear was there before, this fear had a reason and the fact that you are dismissing it is disgusting.

Feyre found Lucien bound to a freaking tree while Ianthe was assaulting him, and you mean to tell me this isn't violent?

You mean to tell me that just because they were forced to that situation it wasn't violent?

You are saying that being forced into giving your body isn't violent?

What does violent entail? Does there need to be blood? Do they have to have their skin peeled off? Their hair cut off? Their lips split open? Be bleeding from their genitals for it to be considered violent?

Sexual assault is sexual assault it doesn't matter in which form it comes, it doesn't matter if the person said yes and had to it IF THE PERSON WAS FORCED INTO ACCEPTING THEN IT IS SEXUAL ASSAULT

Dismissing their trauma by saying "it wasn't violent and they are men" is disgusting, it reduces you to saying "well, of she was raped then it's on her because she is a woman and she know she needs to take of herself but she didn't so it's on her"

Saying Gwyn is not ready is disgusting. Does she need to be like a dog with her tongue out and thirsting after males to be considered that she is ready? Does she need to be in a constant aroused state for you to say she is ready? What does being ready entail? She reads smut, she banners with Azriel, she jokes with Cassian, we know she is at least curious about sex after reading so much smut so stop coming up with stupid stuff just to make your ship fit

If you need to reduce somebody else, be it fake or real, in order to accommodate the perspective to your ship then maybe your ship wasn't supposed to happen

The Mother and The Cauldron-Part 2

The Mother: HE HAS A MATE!

The Cauldron: I know-

The Mother: SHE ALSO HAS A MATE!

The Cauldron: I know that too, I was there when the bond snapped-

The Mother: WHY WERE THEY ABOUT TO KISS!? WHAT WAS THAT TALK OF ME OWNING HIM THE THIRD SISTER!?

The Cauldron: Yeah, that was bad...

The Mother: IS SHE AN OBJECT THAT MUST BE OWNED!? IS SHE NOT THE ONE THAT SAID THAT SHE WAS A STRONG WOMAN!?

The Cauldron: I know they have mates, but maybe they're just a bit confused because maybe we're not being clear enough-

The Mother: NOT BEING CLEAR ENOUGH!?

The Cauldron: Oh, boy.

The Mother: LUCIEN IS THE HEIR OF DAY AND GWYN MAKES HIS SHADOWS SING AND DANCE! HOW IS THAT NOT CLEAR ENOUGH!?

The Cauldron: Have we considered the possibility that they're just in denial?

The Mother: THEY'RE RED HEADS. THEY'RE OUTSTANDING ENOUGH AND IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH THEN SURPRISE! HE HAS A MECHANIC EYE! SHE WAS TEAL EYES! HE TRAVELS TO THE CONTINET AND MET HER FATHER! SHE BECAME THE FIRST VALKYRIE REBORN! HOW IS THAT NOT CLEAR ENOUGH!

The Cauldron: I...I honestly don't know anymore.

*sighs* I had to:

THE CAULDRON AND THE SHADOW SINGER:

Azriel: but what if the cauldron was wrong?

The Cauldron: what the- Do I have to explain mating bonds to every mated pair in Pyrinthia? Why am I always getting blamed? Blame the Mother!

Azriel: "the third one"

The Cauldron: The third-? You know what? Screw this. You want to blame me for the mother not giving you someone else's mate? Great, go for it. But you know what? Boom, your shadows won't say anything.

Azriel: "his shadows had not warned him"

The Cauldron: how's that? And now, BOOM, she's smiling at your shadows.

Azriel: it was directed at his shadows

The Cauldron: Huh? How's that? And here you go, BOOM, she's kicking you out

Azriel: "are you kicking me out?"

The Cauldron: He's staying, why is he staying?

Azriel: "I can't sleep without my favorite dagger"

The Cauldron: no, wait. You were supposed to leave-

Azriel: "his shadows darted 0ut to dance with it"

The Cauldron: Why is it doing that? I didn't do that

Azriel: "rotate your wrist"

The Cauldron: They're joking with each other. What is happening right now?

Azriel: "something restless settling in him"

The Cauldron: I need an EXPLANATION!

Azriel: "charming irreverence gone"

The Cauldron: Charming irreverence?

Azriel: "Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly-"

The Cauldron: I know this glow. How do I know this glow?

Azriel: "A thing of secret, lovely beauty."

The Cauldron: Wait a second, I know this...MOTHER!

The Mother: YOU TOLD ME TO MAKE MATES GET TOGETHER IF I WAS BORED!

Azriel questioning the Cauldron and then having a spark in his chest for Gwyn wasn’t a coincidence

should I try to break chat AI for Azriel?

I already broke Jungkook. So I think I can do it.

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."

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Azriel had his shadows since he was a little tiny boy, locked away in a small room with no windows, feeling unloved and uncared for.

The shadows were not a part of his trauma, they actually may have been one of the reasons he survived through his trauma.

They are his company, his little spies, a literal manifestation of his powers and honestly, very loveable little beings. The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of Azriel is that he is a Shadowsinger.

AND Y'ALL WANT THESE SHADOWS TO DISAPPEAR?

Let me tell you something: That's exactly why I don't ship e/riel. Because, if they were to truly be happy together, someone (or both) would have to give up in such essential parts of themselves that they wouldn't be the same person.

Elain would have to give up on traveling around the world and planting gardens everywhere. She would have to give up on glamorous parties because her partner is an introvert and terrifies everyone in Prithyan except his family and the people who want to fuck him (I'm looking at you Helion). She would not live somewhere sunny all the time and take walks in the nature.

Azriel? Apparently, he has to give up his shadows. He will have to hide the darkest parts of himself, not because Elain can't deal with it, but because he is clearly extra-self conscious and ashamed of those parts around her. He would forever feel afraid of "tainting" her or scaring her away, because he clearly doesn't consider her someone capable of dealing with darkness. He would have to give up on having a mate.

IN ORDER OF THIS SHIP TO WORK, THEY NEED TO BE DIFFERENT CHARACTERS.

Spoiler ahead: these characters already exist.

I don't ship Gwynriel and Elucien because I'm anti-elain or some other bullshit. I ship it because I love these characters and I want to see them grow without needing to become something completely different from what they are.

I don't need gentleman, well dressed Azriel because LUCIEN IS THERE.

I don't need warrior, bloodthirsty Elain because GWYN IS THERE.

Honestly, it's so very simple it hurts.