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[eoyai-blog]

Connected Souls

Feysand fanart for Mary @feysand17 for the ACOWAR exchange hosted by @squaddreamcourt I'm not much of a smutty or fluffy artist, but i hope you like it anyway!

[illyriantremors]

Hi! How are you Are you taking requests Because I need some Moriel fluff

I’m not technically, but I will almost never say no to Moriel fluff. Moriel in general, really. :) I didn’t really edit this, so I hope it’s okay!

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Dawn has started its birth over the Sidra, casting the lantern lights aside for a new day. The streets are almost empty and the music has dimmed to a faint melody. But Rhys and Feyre are still dancing below, her blue crystal dress shining in the soft oncoming light.

Perched over the balcony, Cassian hands Azriel a drink - the last one on this, the Night Court’s most special night. The bubbles tickle and tease going down, and Az feels warm watching his brother dance with the woman he clearly loves.

Cassian tips back a drink himself and inclines his glass towards the couple. “Do you think they’re-”

“Yes,” Az answers, before his brother can even finish.

He’s known, or at least suspected, since the day he gave Rhys the blood rubies and sensed the change in Feyre’s scent as she stepped off the rooftop. Arousal, but something else too. Something different. He’d only ever scented that once before - on Rhys’s parents, when his father would visit his mother in the camps while he and Rhys were training with Cassian. For all the cold looks, the loss of love that transpired over the years between them, that scent was always there lingering... somewhere between them.

Azriel scents it now. Every time Rhys and Feyre are close. The shadows whisper to him about the taste. It makes him happy... and a little bit sad too.

“I’m done,” Cass says sleepily, standing abruptly and clapping Az on the shoulder to say goodnight. He leaves and Azriel sees Rhys and Feyre slow far beneath him. Feyre’s head is on Rhys’s chest, and he’s sliding his arm under her legs, wings stretching wide.

Azriel stands with a faint smile ghosting his lips, glad his brother has someone at last. Starfall was truly something this year, he thinks.

He watches Rhys murmur something into Feyre’s ear before turning away, a small happy ache in his heart turning him inside, and stops when he reaches the open dining room and the scene that meets him from the settee.

She hasn’t gone to bed, but she’s fast asleep. The pale light of dawn is playing on her hair, all those gold tendrils spilled over the cushion in a delicate cascade. And that dress - Cauldron, he’d nearly toppled over when he’d seen her in it. White and decadent and slippery as silk, practically inviting him to dip his fingers past the open back and caress her skin.

But what really does Azriel in is the quiet, peaceful look on Mor’s face as she sleeps. Contented. Blissful. Whole. Everything he’s always wanted her to be every single day since that other age when he found her face quiet - quiet as she died, amid leaves of red and gold. He’s done everything he can since that day to make each new one better, like she is right now.

Az leans down, his weight going into the balls of his feet as he crouches next to her. His scarred fingers are light as he pushes back the hair from her face and brushes along her cheek. His thumb lingers an extra moment on her chin, just below her lips.

“Mor,” he whispers. He can see her eyes moving sluggishly behind her closed lids at the sound of his voice. “Morrigan, love.” It is a name only reserved for her, for when the lines feel blurred and they can pretend they do not dance around one another so carefully.

Just now, that name works. Mor gives a small shudder, her face scrunching up adorably. He hates to wake her, but it’s worth it to see that beautiful brown in her eyes finding him as she blinks herself partially awake.

“Az?” Her voice is groggy as though she’s been asleep all night and not out dancing for hours and hours - with him, with Cassian, with Rhys.

Az smiles and that hand that had rested on her face moves to her hip. His other arm’s braced to slide under her shoulder, but it stops and waits for her to catch up. Mor stretches her neck and back in a tight movement, peering around and realizing where she’s fallen asleep. Her hands reach out blindly as her eyes close again, seeking him out and clutching at his chest as he finally scoops her up, exactly as Rhys had Feyre. “Azriel,” she says, as though there should be more she will say, but can’t; she’s too exhausted. His name sounds divine off her tongue, even half-mumbled.

Azriel enjoys the way her breathing quiets out as he carries her upstairs to her room, the way her heart beats evenly against his chest as he opens the door, and the way her hands cling even in near sleep as he sets her down on the bed. He’s grabbing those hands, so smooth and clean and precious to him, with his own so he can leave her be for the morning when her fingers curl into his palm. “Az...”

He stills and watches Mor wearily open her eyes one more time, the softest sleepy little smile painting her face. Not even Velaris has ever looked so beautiful as Mor does now, Azriel thinks, his stomach doubling over. Does she even realize how wonderful she is? To him? To the world?

Mor gives a faint tug, and it’s not until Azriel is pushing his knee into the bed to climb up and join her that he sees them close again. She turns on her side, and his hands follow her lead to band around her waist. Where his nose hits on the pillow just at the base of her neck, he can smell the citrus in her hair. It smells... incredible, he thinks. It smells like home, he remembers. It smells... perfect. Gently, he squeezes his Morrigan’s fingers back.

Azriel is only allowed a few hours of sleep before the new day beckons and his family will go in different directions, but for now, they are the best few hours of sleep he has ever gotten.

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[rowyndodendron]

For the character Rhysand

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw (fight me) | hufflepuffbest quality: Hm, his dedication to his family, his people, and the ones he loves. worst quality: Hmmm….possibly his ‘I’m always right, my way or the highway’ mentality. Like, it’s worked out not too badly so far but you know. ship them with: Feeyrreee obviously. Lucien, also obviously.brotp them with: MORRIGAN. (no-one talks about this relationship enough but it’s IMPORTANT TO ME OKAY), Cassian, Azriel, Amren, the usual suspects. needs to stay away from: Amarantha, Ianthe, The King…again, usual suspects. misc. thoughts: I’m…Interested to see where Rhys goes in ACOWAR. And I’m interested in rediscovering the grey area of morality we saw UtM. They’re going to war and Rhys has spent the last 50 years doing whatever the hell he wanted/could to survive and save his people…that’s a difficult mentality to shake and I hope it generates some Angst and Drama. 

[bookofmirth]

I want a Moriel wedding fic!!!!!!

Hmmm… I could be down for this, love! I think that @my-name-is-fireheart was considering writing this? But if Lucia isn’t into it, I could. It’d be a while… so many wips…

(And I just decided to do something for femslash week last minute, sooo… add another wip to the list.)

But I think I would kind-of… skip over the ceremony. Sometimes dialogue kicks my ass, I’m not a huge wedding person, and I just… feel like I don’t want the reader to have to sit through that? If that makes sense? But I can totally get into the preparation, like the days before, them talking about the future, and then after.

Orrrr… since I think they would do something v small and private anyway… omg that would be so sweet. Just them. UGH MY HEART. I’m going to think about this.

[booksapphic]

@my-name-is-fireheart replied to your post: so if anyone wants to cry w me over the “f/f...

im crying in shock and anticipation and happiness and fear. i wasnt aware that we were supposed to get an m/m couple in eos??

yeah i remember a similar thing happened where a fan asked at a signing if there was going to be any gay couples and she said there would be a m/m couple in EOS. the fandom was freaking out about it before it came out, a lot of people speculating it would Nox, or a couple of the cadre members or that maybe Chaol/Dorian would happen. Instead, we got a villified Tragic Gay and a bisexual who promised himself to a woman. which... isn’t what i would count as a m/m relationship but (((((((((((((:

@feysand17 said she wanted to get in on this so:

my big fear is that it’s going to be something similar??? like the f/f couple is going to be a couple of the mortal queens, or a couple of servants/assignments in/from whatever court. maybe even either mor or amren or nesta will say they’re been w/like women then get together w azriel or varian or cassian. and i just...... i know this comes off as me being mean to sjm but... i’m so tired you guys. i’m so tired of this thing we care about not caring about us in return. i’m so tired as being treated as if my stories don’t matter when stories are the thing that matter the most to me. i’m tired. and, as i’ve written about before, i want it to stop. 

anyway, your thoughts?

[highfae-of-writing]

Hey You take as much time as you want ❤️❤️❤️ I know when life gets in the way 😍😍😍

Thank you. ❤

[manonblckbeak]

13: Name a book with a really bad movie/tv adaption 14: Name a book where the movie/tv adaption actually was better than the original 15: What book changed your life? 16: If you could bring three books to a deserted island which would you bring and why? 17: If you owned a bookshop what would you call it?

13: Name a book with a really bad movie/tv adaption 

Fucking ERAGON. I mean seriously, what the fuck. Arya is not an elf???? they arrive at the dwarf city and there’s not a single dwarf to be seen???????? like what were you expecting of course there’s no sequel to that shitshow

14: Name a book where the movie/tv adaption actually was better than the original 

Coraline. Oh my God, that movie was sensational. I mean, no offense Neil Gaiman, the book was amazing too, but i mean have you seen that movie? it gave me the creeps as a kid.

15: What book changed your life? 

Harry Potter. Definitely. I know you were all expecting me to say some book by sjm, and yeah, those books definitely had an impact on me, but HP helped me come out of a very very deep depression. I had just tried to kill myself when I first read the books, I didn’t read them as a kid, and they made me realise one very important thing: you have to love life more than you fear death. which i didn’t. and those characters, that emotion that harry felt, that drive to end his life if it meant that those around him would live happier lives, that is what made me snap out of the stupor i was in. because maybe, maybe i could love my life. maybe not right away, not now, but sometime. sometime soon. if i just dared.

16: If you could bring three books to a deserted island which would you bring and why? 

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and A Court of Mist and Fury

17: If you owned a bookshop what would you call it?

oh wow, that’s a hard one. i’d love to own a bookshop. but honestly? i have no idea. maybe bookish delights? idk this is really hard.

send me some bookish asks?

[illyriantremors]

Hey I hope your mother gets better soon Got any domestic Moriel or Feysand headcannons

How about some Feysand?? :)

These two nuts are home bodies and they enjoy a good day of pampering. When they aren’t being NSFW all over Velaris, *ahem*, they stay in and set up massage tables, oils, lotions, all the good stuff and just relax into each other. We’re talking long baths. Cat naps. Massages. Feyre offers to cut Rhys’s hair and, “Darling I love you, but no.” He has a girl in the city who cuts it and does his eyebrows for free. Feyre has to bite her tongue, but she’s totally judging. Until the day Rhys takes her to the salon, which is actually a spa. They rent it out for just the pair of them occassionaly and enjoy a day getting pampered. After all, if anyone has earned a day of pampering, it’s the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court.

No more headcanon/drabble asks, lovely peeps. You have all succeeded at cheering me up (more than you know) and I think I have used up what energy I had on headcanons for the day. Thank you all! :)