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Past Rhysand x OC (Adelaide), Eventual Azriel x OC Part 12 of Betrayal Summary: Adelaide is awake. Cassian is there to welcome her back to the land of the living. Warnings: Chest pain, Cheating (mentioned), Suicidal thoughts and ideology, Death of a loved one, Grief, Betrayal
Okay team! New gameplan!
Betrayal chapters will start coming out every wednesday. I have the next chapter written and edited, I just need to format it.
I am going to start writing chapter 13 instead of just posting chapter 12 now like I usually would after finishing a fic. I am hoping this way I can get a few chapters ahead before classes start up again on the 20th.
I am also unsure of who wants to be on the taglist and who does not, so I am including my current taglist for the series bellow. If you want to be added, or deleted, let me know!
Taglist: @rcarbo1 @bravo-delta-eccho @thebeautifulmysteriesoflife @tele86 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @weekendlusting @saltedcoffeescotch @thegoddessofnothingness @blessthepizzaman @a-new-romantic @bookwormysblog @secretsicanthideanymore @acourtofbatboydreams @theravenphoenix26 @paige0103 @merovingianprincess @tee-hee135 @vaf24 @fuckingsimp4azriel
Heyy!! i was just wondering if you're planning to continue A Soft Place to Land? i love the series and would love to see more of it please please?
Hi!! Yes, I definitely am still working on ASPTL. That series is very dear to me, I just got stuck trying to plan how angsty to make the next part and it sort of fell away from me. But I am always still writing even if I’m not posting and I promise new parts will come.
I didn’t think many were still interested in that series (or Betrayal), so hearing you are still thinking about it means so much to me! I’ll try to sit down and write a little something something 🫣☺️
~ 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒔 ~ (𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆)
Past Rhysand x OC (Adelaide), Eventual Azriel x OC Part 11 of Betrayal Summary: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warnings: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi friends!
Happy new year. I have been working on the next part(s) of Betrayal, I swear to you all I WILL finish it this year. I’m done with the next part (sans a few minor edits), and have the rest of the series planned (if I don’t go off course), but am not sure if I should wait until I have a few more parts written so that I can schedule them to be uploaded or if you want the next one as soon as possible. I’m not sure if anyone is still interested in the series, but do check it out!
Post Chapter 11…
Immediately
After finishing a few more parts then schedule them to come out every other day
how many books did you read this year?
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I hate that Savannah’s nickname for Rohan was “British”. I’m sorry it seemed lazy I feel like she’s cleverer than that🫣
𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐤
The Inheritance Games Masterlist Nash + Lyra (Platonic), Grayson Hawthorne x Lyra Kane, Nash Hawthorne x Libby Grambs, Grayson + Libby (Platonic) Summary: Nash isn't going to give his grandmother's ring to Libby, he always thought such an heirloom was meant for the once heir-apparent. But before he could give Grayson the ring, he needed to test the waters. Warnings: Canon divergent, No spoilers for Glorious Rivals nor Grandest Game (sans Lyra’s existence I guess), Nothing more explicit than whatever was going through Grayson’s head in Glorious Rivals, Set before Nash and Lib are engaged in an AU where Grayson and Lyra are in an established relationship.
~ 𝑳𝒊𝒂’𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ~
Multiple Pairs/Platonic Pairings Hint Hint, Wink Wink|| Lyra + Nash Nash isn't going to give his grandmother's ring to Libby, he always thought such an heirloom was meant for the once heir apparent. But before he could give Grayson the ring, he needed to test the waters. Grayson x Lyra *Appears in Hint Hint, Wink Wink Jameson x Avery Nothing yet! Nash x Libby *Appears in Hint Hint, Wink Wink Xander x Max Comforting Calls (Coming Soon!) Xander has always had to fight to prove to others that he was just as much a Hawthorne as his brothers. He just didn't expect to have to prove it to them as well.
x Reader
Nothing Yet! I'll write x reader for any of the characters!
Anyone else notice Nash has become slightly less southern in Glorious Rivals? And how all the Hawthornes Brothers who had been described as having a southern twang in the first book (though not as heavy as Nash's) have seemingly all lost it since?
Hey friends! I'm writing a Lyrason + Libbynash fic (though it's only featuring Lyra and Nash) and needed help if anyone had the time.
I think it was in a Games Untold chapter (or maybe The Brother's Hawthorne) where Nash had his whole scene with Grayson about their Grandmother's ring + the engagement ring he got Libby. If anyone could give me a chapter number so I could find it (or even a description if you have the time) I would really appreciate it! No worries if not though <3
Hi friends quick question-
Are we ever given a reason (sans being an abusive asshole) for Tobias telling Grayson explicitly his entire life that “it’s going to be you” when referring to the inheritance?
I understand why he didn’t leave much to his family, but I just wonder if we ever figured out why he would purposefully raise Grayson with the explicit knowledge that he was gonna run everything one day even though he had decided even before Grayson had been born that no one would get anything?
Again, it could just be Tobias being a terrible man and setting Gray up for failure but I just wanted to check to see if we actually got any closure and I just forgot it. Thanks!
Tomorrow, you’ll wake again.
Summary: Inspired by The Movie: 50 First Dates
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Warning: Just Sadness
Reblogs & feedback are extremely appreciated💌 Let me know what you think:)
You wake in a bed you don’t recognize.
The sheets smell like cedarwood and lavender. There’s a worn blanket tucked carefully around your legs, and the soft hush of the Sidra whispers beyond your window. The room is familiar in the way that dreams are something warm and distant tugging at the edge of your mind.
On the nightstand: a small glass orb glowing gently gold. Next to it, a handwritten note in a neat, elegant hand:
Play me first. —Azriel.
Your chest tightens. Something inside you knows this isn’t the first time.
Your fingers hesitate but only for a moment. Then you press the orb.
—
An image appears infront of you.
He’s sitting on a bench near the Sidra, the morning sun painting him in soft gold. His wings are folded loosely, shadows curling gently around him like they’re grieving too. His voice is quiet, but full of warmth.
“Good morning, my heart. If you’re seeing this, you probably don’t remember me again.”
Silence.
“That’s okay. That’s never your fault…“
“You’ve always told me that I have a calming voice. I hope that’s true this morning.”
He smiles, gently, tiredly and gods, you don’t know him, but your heart pulls toward him like a tide returning to shore.
“Your name is Y/N. You live in Velaris. You love books, warm bread with honey, and the smell of thunderstorms. You hate loud chewing and interruptions while reading.”
He chuckles softly, and the image flickers briefly as if memory and magic are both fragile today.
“That’s actually how we met.”
Your breath stills.
He leans back a little, eyes distant as he recalls itnot as a story, but like he’s holding a relic.
“It was in the River House library. Cassian barged in, mid-argument with Rhys. He was too loud, as always, and you were reading A Queen Among Shadows—you’d just reached your favorite chapter.”
His lips twitch, and for the first time, it doesn’t look like sorrow. It looks like the beginning of love.
“You didn’t even look up. You just hurled the nearest apple at his head and said, ‘By the Cauldron, some of us are trying to learn how to kill kings in peace.’”
He laughs then..really laughs. And it’s a sound that feels like sunlight through frost.
“Cassian was too shocked to speak. And I… I was in the corner. Supposed to be watching Rhys’s back but instead, I watched you.”
His voice lowers, gentler now, almost reverent.
“You were this fire I hadn’t seen coming. Sharp, fierce, unapologetic. You didn’t even notice me until I returned the apple the next day with a note tucked inside.”
He pauses.
“You asked me why I did it. I told you it’s because someone like you deserved to be interrupted only by poetry.”
Your hands tremble slightly as you hold the orb. There’s something inside you, shaking loose. A warmth that has no name. A longing without shape.
“You rolled your eyes and walked away. But the next day, you came back. And the next. And somehow, so did I.”
⸻
“We built something slowly. Carefully. You taught me to be still. I taught you how to fly.”
His voice begins to quiver.
“And then… three years ago, during a mission near the Illyrian border… the roof collapsed. You shielded a child from the blast..You saved her.”
“But when you woke up..your memories were gone.”
⸻
His voice breaks slightly then.
“You remembered me for a few hours that first day. You kissed me and said you wouldn’t let this stop us. It was the last time you remembered on your own.”
He runs a hand through his hair, fingers trembling.
“Every morning since, I’ve watched you wake up… and not know who I am..and every morning, I’ve loved you just the same.”
“You always asked me to tell you the story again. So I did. A hundred times. A thousand. It never hurt less. But it was worth it. You were worth it. You will always be worth it.“
⸻
The image flickers.
Now he’s in your shared home on the couch, the fireplace glowing behind him. He looks paler. Slower. His shadows are quieter now, not coiled protectively, but resting like old friends.
“This is the last message, Y/N.”
The energy shifts.
“The healers tried. Rhys tried. We all tried.”
He breathes in shakily.
“The mission that saved the Spring Court… I didn’t come back whole. Some magic doesn’t leave..There’s not much time left. I didn’t want to tell you in person, I didn’t want that to be the last memory you lost. So I made this. So you’d know the truth. From me.”
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“I’ve spent the last few weeks making sure everything is in place for you. Your schedule, your journals, the orb. I told Feyre to check in on you every day. Ghost will stay by your side—she never left it.”
Your eyes shift to the foot of the bed.
A soft-furred cat sits there, eyes old and knowing.
“And this room? I filled it with pieces of you. Your favorite books. Your candle scent. The blanket you stole from Cassian and never gave back.”
He laughs again, softer now. The kind of laugh you give when everything hurts and you still choose to smile.
“You told me once… that even if your mind forgot, your soul would know me..I believed you. Every day. And I still do.”
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The image fades for a moment, then returns; just his face now. Closer. Tears slipping silently down his cheeks.
“I don’t need you to remember me, Y/N. I just need you to live. I need you to wake up and keep going. Because even if you don’t know it… you’re still my greatest adventure.”
He presses his palm to the lens, like he’s reaching for your face, one last time.
“I love you. In this life and every one after.”
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The orb fades to black.
Silence fills the room like smoke. Thick. Suffocating.
You sit frozen, hand over your heart, where something aches violently. Something sacred and shattering. You can’t name it. You can’t remember it.
But gods, you feel it.
Like the ghost of a kiss.
Like the imprint of wings in wind.
⸻
You rise slowly.
There’s a journal on the table. Inside: your handwriting. Pages and pages. A map to yourself.
“This is Azriel. He is your mate.”
“He loved poetry and shadows and you most of all.”
“You forgot him. But he never forgot you.”
“He left you this orb. Play it each day. Let yourself grieve, then live. For him.”
⸻
Outside, the Sidra moves like a memory that never learned how to stop flowing.
Ghost curls beside you, and you rest your hand on her soft fur, as if anchoring yourself in something that still exists.
And you cry.
Not because you remember.
But because your soul does.
⸻
Tomorrow, you’ll wake again.
You won’t remember him.
But you’ll find the orb.
You’ll hear his voice.
And even if you don’t know who he was…
You’ll love him anyway.
You always do.
Because real love doesn’t need memory.
And grief never forgets.
This is so incredibly good and so incredibly heartbreaking I love it so much 🤧
I have to say, I just finished editing all of the preexisting chapters of Betrayal and I have found myself once more in love with the series.
Poor Azriel, all I have done is rip his heart out. Poor Rhys and Feyre who I have painted as the villains (I mean they are in this, but I do love them outside of the Betrayal universe🤧).
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲
Azriel x Historical Consultant!reader Summary: Who knew a scone and a note led to an after hours date? Aka Azriel and the Night Court's historical consultant discover a surprising spark between the two amid ancient curiosities.
A/N: Lia is making another fic about a reader in the historical field of study… just ignore it she needs to go back to school and these fics give her the excuse to do unnecessary research. Shout out to my Anthropology of Museums class I took two years ago for the exhibition idea!
the naturals over the inheritance games, sorry not sorry.