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Fire Night [Elucien]

A/N: Written for a request sent to @sjmkinkmeme : “humorous NSFW AU where instead of Feyre killing the wolf and being taken by Tamlin it’s Elain instead. The setting is Calanmai and while Tamlin is off picking his maiden Elain and Lucien get swept up in the magic” The first two paragraphs were directly taken from chapter 10 in acotar and adjusted to Elain, and a couple of lines of dialogue after that are also straight from the book so fully belong to sjm. I made it so that Lucien would find Elain when the three males find her out of the manor instead of Rhys.

Word count: 2529

Warnings: Smut (minors please dni)

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Completed request! Thank you so much @azrielshadowssing!

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The parallels between Gwyn and The Little Mermaid:

"Her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea"

"Gwyn gestured to her large eyes—blue so clear it could have been the shallow sea"

"None of them longed so much for her turn to come as the youngest—she who had the longest time to wait and who was so quiet and thoughtful"

"She was young—almost coltish, with her slender, elegant limbs"

"If I become human, I'll never be with my father or sisters again."

"Honestly, while I consider many of the females here to be my sisters, there are a few who are not what I would consider nice.”

"They were beautiful children, but the youngest was the prettiest of them all."

"The priestess had been pretty in the library, but with that joy, that confidence as she aimed for the three priestesses, she had emerged into a beauty to rival Merrill or Mor"

"Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it [...] There dwell the Sea King and his subjects"

"In the deepest spot of all stands the castle of the Sea King"

“You’re moving into the House of Wind.” She nodded eastward, toward the palace carved into the mountains at the far end of the city.

"But she knew this level of the House of Wind well [...] and the kitchens a level below that. The library far, far beneath it"

"She bore it willingly, however, and moved at the prince's side as lightly as a bubble, so that he and all who saw her wondered at her graceful, swaying movements"

"Perhaps that was why Gwyn was so good at the balancing and movement."

"As graceful as Gwyn had been, Emerie proved to be equally awkward and unbalanced"

"The little mermaid lifted her glorified eyes toward the sun"

"Emotion stirred in those remarkable eyes. (Nesta talking about Gwyn)"

"The Sea King had been a widower for many years, and his aged mother kept house for him. She was a very sensible woman, but exceedingly proud of her high birth [...] she was, however, deserving of very great praise, especially for her care of the little sea princesses, her six granddaughters"

"My grandmother was a river nymph who seduced a high fae male from the Autumn court. "

"MERSISTERS: And then there is the youngest in her musical debut

A seventh little sister, we're presenting her to you

To sing a song Sebastian wrote, her voice is like a bell

She's our sister Ariel!"

" Silence fell as a group of seven females stepped onto the dais beside Merrill and Clotho. Some were hooded, some were bareheaded. And one of the bareheaded priestess

Gwyn."

"It was like a braid, the song a plait of seven voices, weaving in and out"

"Yet often, in the evening hours, the five sisters would twine their arms about each other and rise to the surface together. Their voices were more charming than that of any human being"

"As the seventh bell finished pealing music erupted. Not from any instruments, but from all around. As if they were one voice, the priestess began to sing, a wave of sparkling sound.

Nesta could only gape at the lovely melody"

"And then I began working with Merrill, upon Clotho’s request, and the work focused me. Motivated me to get out of bed each morning. I started singing during the evening service. And then you came along, Nesta.”

"When they feared that a ship might be lost, they swam before the vessel, singing enchanting songs of the delights to be found in the depths of the sea [...] But the sailors could not understand the song and thought it was the sighing of the storm"

“Some of the songs you’ll hear are so ancient they predate the written word. Some of them are so old we didn’t even have them in Sangravah. Clotho found them in books shelved below Level Seven. Hana—she’ll be the one who plays the lute—figured out how to read the music."

"The music took form behind Nesta’s eyes as the priestesses sang lyrics in languages so old, no one voiced them anymore. She saw what the song spoke of: mossy earth and golden sun, clear rivers and the deep shadows of an ancient forest"

"Grandmother: This evening we are going to have a court ball.

It was one of those splendid sights which we can never see on earth. The walls and the ceiling of the large ballroom were of thick but transparent crystal. Many hundreds of colossal shells,—some of a deep red, others of a grass green,—with blue fire in them, stood in rows on each side. These lighted up the whole salon, and shone through the walls."

"You mentioned a while ago that you have evening services—with music, right?

Gwyn smiled.

Oh, yes. You want to join us? I promise, it’s not all religious stuff. I mean, it is, but it’s beautiful. And the cave we have the service in is beautiful, too. It was carved by the underground river that flows beneath the mountain, so the walls are smooth as glass."

"The wooden pews that filled the massive, red-stoned cavern were packed with pale-hooded figures, their blue gems glimmering in the torchlight as they waited for the sunset service to begin."

"Through the halls flowed a broad stream, and in it danced the mermen and the mermaids to the music of their own sweet singing. No one on earth has such lovely voices as they, but the little mermaid sang more sweetly than all."

"She never heard such music, like a spell, a dream given form. The entire room sang, each voice resonating through the stone. But Gwyn's voice rose above them all, clear and powerful yet husky notes. A mezzo-soprano."

"The whole court applauded her with hands and tails, and for a moment her heart felt quite happy, for she knew she had the sweetest voice either on earth or in the sea"

"Nesta half-heard it, waiting for the sound, the perfect, beautiful sound, to begin again. Gwyn seemed to be shimmering with pride and contentedness"

"Andrina: Ariel, dear, time to come out. You've been in there all morning.

Ariel emerges, singing to herself."

"You know, moaning about, daydreaming, singing to herself. . . . You haven't noticed?"

"Gwyn turned from the desk where Nesta had found the priestess singing softly to herself, situated just outside Merrill’s shut office door. "

"Occasionally, Nesta heard a lovely, soaring snippet of song from some distant corner of the library—the sole indicator that Gwyn was near."

"Nothing gave her so much pleasure as to hear about the world above the sea [...] To her it seemed most wonderful and beautiful to hear that the flowers of the land had fragrance, while those below the sea had none."

"When something like a black cloud passed between her and them, she knew that it was either a whale swimming over her head, or a ship full of human beings who never imagined that a pretty little mermaid was standing beneath them, holding out her white hands towards the keel of their ship"

"Down HERE is your home! Ariel - listen to me. The human world - it's a mess. Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there. "

“The wind whispers to me even here, under so much stone, Merrill said."

" Would she remain there, locked beneath the earth, for the rest of her immortal life? It seemed like a shame"

"Living down here, there was a good chance the priestesses didn’t know who she was."

"Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold? "

"Across the hushed, cavernous space, it was easy to hear Gwyn’s soft singing as she flitted from table to table, looking at the piles of discarded books."

"Gwyn didn’t seem to need more than that, thankfully, and clutched the book to her chest like a treasure."

"What would I give

If I could live

Out of these waters? "

"Gwyn’s hands were shaking as she took another step into the ring and peered into the open bowl of the sky.

The first time she’d been outside—truly outside—in years."

"All day long they played in the great halls of the castle or among the living flowers that grew out of the walls.The large amber windows were open, and the fish swam in"

"Oh, how eagerly did the youngest sister listen to all these descriptions! And afterwards, when she stood at the open window looking up through the dark-blue water, she thought of the great city, with all its bustle and noise"

“ — And never see daylight again? Never feel fresh air?

We have windows, in our dormitories. — At Nesta’s confused expression, she clarified. — They’re glamoured from sight on the mountainside."

"The Sea King had been a widower for many years"

"Somewhere in the chaos, Queen Athena (Ariel's mother)... Was lost to us"

"Catrin was always the strong one. The smart and charming one. After our mother died, she took care of me. "

"I was in a ship that was wrecked, and the waves cast me ashore near a holy temple where several young maidens performed the service. The youngest of them found me on the shore and saved my life."

"My sister and I were raised in the temple aswell, I never left it's grounds, until I came here"

"— I enjoy the dusk services — Gwyn continued.— The music was always my favorite part of it, you know. I mean, not here. I was a priestess, an acolyte still, before I came here [...] In Sangravah.”

"Ah, he knows not that it was I who saved his life, thought the little mermaid. I carried him over the sea to the wood where the temple stands; I sat beneath the foam and watched till the human beings came to help him."

"The mermaid saw that the prince came to life again and smiled upon those who stood about him [...] and when he was led away into the great building, she dived down into the water and returned to her father's castle."

“And that night, she ordered me to go protect Sangravah’s children while she ran right for the temple walls [...] The first had just unbuckled his belt when Azriel arrived [...] Azriel slaughtered all of them within moments. He didn’t hesitate. Morrigan arrived a few minutes later, and then Rhysand appeared, and it became clear some of the soldiers had gotten away with the piece of the Cauldron, so Azriel headed after them. Mor healed me as best she could, then brought me to the library."

"But the princess had not yet appeared. People said that she had been brought up and educated in a religious house, where she was learning every royal virtue"

"My mother was unwanted by either of their people [...] So she was given in her childhood to the temple at Sagravah were she was raised [...] We were raised in the temple as well. I never left its grounds until … until I came here.”

"But as each was a year younger than the other, the youngest would have to wait five years before her turn came to rise up from the bottom of the ocean to see the earth as we do"

"The mermaid sighed deeply, but she could not weep. He says the maiden belongs to the holy temple, therefore she will never return to the world—they will meet no more"

“ — Have you left this mountain since you arrived?

— No. Once we come in, we do not leave unless it is time for us to depart—back to the world at large. Though some of us remain forever.”

"She had always been silent and thoughtful, and now she was more so than ever. Her sisters asked her what she had seen during her first visit to the surface of the water, but she could tell them nothing"

"The first five months I was at the library, I barely spoke. I didn’t sing. I went to the priestess who counsels all of us, and sometimes I just sat there and cried, or screamed, or said nothing"

"I admit that in the past I've been a nasty

They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch"

"To hell with this witch. To hell with restraint and hiding"

"Ursula: Paluga, sarruga, come winds of the Caspian Sea"

"Fathoms below, below

From whence wayward westerlies blow

Where Triton is king and his merpeople sing"

“I am descended from Rabath, Lord of the Western Wind, Merrill seethed."

(And all that in one book that wasn't even hers. These are only the direct textual parallels that I've found, so there are a lot more.)

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Cassian and Azriel Babysit Headcanon

“Walk me through the plan one more time” Rhys said firmly, eyes focused on Cassian.

Cassian rolled his eyes in response

“We have this Rhys, every plan, every contingency, nothing can go wrong. We’ve got this”

Rhys shook his head. “That’s not enough, there a hundred ways this could go wrong and-“

“And we’re prepared, we can handle this” Azriel said solidly, shadows swirling around.

“Rhys” Cassian whispered. “Trust us”

“Are you guys ready” came Feyre’s soft voice from the door, laced with concern and worry.

“Honestly, your two’s lack of faith in us is offensive” Cassian rolled his eyes.

The high lord and lady let out a slow laugh.

“The minute things go south, the second it’s gets too much-”

“For the love of god! We have handled worse! We’ve got this! Stop. Worrying” Cassian exclaimed.

Rhys and feyre looked at each other, talking through the bond, and at last nodded their heads.

Wordlessly, Rhys winnowed the three of them, and disappeared once more before they’d even landed.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about, how hard can this be” Cassian mused.

Azriel snorted in agreement looking at his surroundings.

A cry pierced the air, loud, grating and making the two brothers wince. Fear suddenly sparkling in both their eyes.

“Shit” Azriel whispered, shadows skittering.

“Shit” Cassian agreed, gulping loudly.

Both illyrians looked down at a crying Nyx.

•••

“He won’t stop” Cassian cried. His legs and arm were almost numb, bouncing a wailing nyx in his arms, walking back and forth in a dizzying circle.

“Maybe he’s hungry” the shadowsinger scrambled, clutching at a purée of baby food that made him gag.

“We fed him an hour ago!” Cassian whispered angrily, narrowly avoiding Nyx’s fist to his face.

He growled at the baby, his patience long gone.

“Yes but he threw up on ME 45 minutes ago” Azriel responded, eyes wide as he looked down and winced at the throw up on his leathers. He gagged again.

Nyx wailed even louder, and Cassian jerked his head away from the noise.

“Cauldron” Cassian muttered, handling Nyx to a panicked Az.

“No! What! why? I-what?” Azriels shadows swirled and swirled, some skittering back and disappearing completely. His wings opened up, a fight response.

“Cassian. Get back here!”

Cassian came to stand behind Azriel, rattling multiple toys in the baby’s face!

“Ahhhh peekaboo!! Ahhh peekaboo!!” Bopping his large body up and down, he began rattling the toys wildly above his head.

“Look at this Nyx-y! Look at the toy!” His voice so high pitched that his throat began to hurt, Cassian prayed that Nyx would settle for a moment.

Both illyrians shifted, noting the scent in the air.

“Cass” Azriel whispered, his voice holding a deadly fear.

“We have to change him, all the stuff we need is-”Azriel shook his head, horror shining in his eyes.

“Cassian”

“Yeah I’m grabbing-“

“Cassian!” Azriels voice now erratic and panicked

“Cassian, my hand is wet.” Azriel slowly lifted his hand up. “Cassian, this baby just-” Azriel gagged, looking at his hand “ON ME”

“Mother’s tits” Cassian swore, grabbing nyx and lying him down. Opening Nyx’s nappy cloth, he gagged, going to the toilet bowl and retching.

“It’s green” Azriel, who had tortured countless without balking, looked mortified. “Why is it green!? Why is there so much! He’s tiny. It’s still on my hand!”

“Hurry up and change him before he shits on us” Cassian growled, his hands scrambling for the cloth and water.

“He can’t have anything left in him after this. It’s all on my-”

“On your hand yes I heard you the fifth time” Cassian snapped, deft hands changing the cloth.

“This is disgusting, I’m never having kids. I’ll sacrifice sex if I have to” Cassian vowed.

“Ow!” Azriel swore, “he kicked me” he muttered, scowling down at Nyx still wailing, his limbs kicking out at everything.

“Get some rope, I’m tying him up” Azriel said seriously, gritting his teeth as Nyx landed another blow.

Cassian shook him head.

“We discussed this. We can’t tie him up, regardless of how many times he kicks us”

“No, we discussed the fact that Feyre would fry our balls off and let her water wolves eat them if she came home to find her son tied up. Considering how many well placed punches Nyx here has gotten in, I officially think we should reconsider the plan again” Azriel nodded towards a pile of rope in the corner

“Where did you get the rope from!” Cassian exclaimed, and then shook his head. Deciding to ignore the Azriel instead. “We’ve tried feeding him, and changing him, why is he still crying”

Nyx let out another wail, so loud the brothers began to fear he’d hurt himself.

“I don’t think Rhys needs me anymore. Give any prisoner in the hewn city Nyx for an hour and the night court will never have another enemy again” Azriel mused, his voice gruff.

Nyx’s wail turned into a screech and Cassian grunted at the foot that landed on him.

“How long till they come back?” He asked through gritted teeth, looking back toward the rope.

A pause.

“Azriel, how long”

“Four” Azriel whispered “four more hours”

“Shit”

“Shit”

•••

Feyre and Rhys slowly opened the front door of the river house.

“It’s awfully quiet in here” Feyre mused, noting the silence. “Maybe we were wrong to think they couldn’t handle this”

“Come on, let’s go kiss him goodnight before we go to bed” Rhys grabbed Feyre’s hand and led the way.

“Tired already?” Feyre quipped.

I want to make sure Nyx is fast asleep. He can’t hear all the depraved things I’m going to do to his mother.

Feyre’s toes curled in her boots, her blood heating at the promise in his words.

Lead the way then High lord. Feyre purred.

In the nursery, the two came to an abrupt stop.

The room was a mess. Toys littered the floor, covering every inch of space in the large room.

Smudges of orange and green baby food was splattered on the walls and floor, alongside puddles of spilt milk.

“What the fu-“ Rhys spluttered

“Rhys” Feyre whispered back, her voice lined with laughter.

On the floor, under piles of cloths and toys, curled up, lay a sleeping Cassian and Azriel. Their hair and faces covered in food and milk too. Azriel muttered “green” in his sleep, his wings twitching slightly.

“Is that?” Feyre questioned, looking towards the white splodges on Azriels leathers

“I think our son threw up on Az” Rhys snickered.

“He’s nothing if not ambitious, he landed some on Cass too” he nodded towards Cassian, his leathers too covered.

A soft gurgle, and the high lord and lady turned their attention the the small space in between where the two brothers slept.

Covered protectively by both the brothers wings, lay a gurgling and smiling Nyx.

“Hello son” Rhys whispered smiling, his eyes alight with warmth.

Both parents continued to coo over the baby, who slightly moved his arms and legs as if reaching up to his parents.

Rhys. Feyre called down the bond, as she picked up Nyx and kissed him.

Rhys laughed, seeing what caught Feyre’s attention.

Why are Cassian and Azriel tangled up in a pile of rope?

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Rage and Ruin

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The second book in The Harbringer series, a Young Adult Fantasy Romance series published by Inkyard Press on June 9th, 2020
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