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  1. Public Bookmark 24

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    His shadows ripple across the floor, twisting in the sunlight that sifts through the window, catching dust motes like tiny stars in their folds. Lucien hesitates, then holds out a hand. Slowly, almost reverently, the shadows flood toward him, shifting and curling around his fingers, up his arm. Azriel’s gaze traces him, noting the slight tilt of his lips, the way his eyelashes catch the sunlight, the faint flush that lingers on his cheeks.

    Azriel smiles, a quiet, fond curl of lips. He lets the shadows drape over the fox, but restrains them to his arms and shoulders.

    Lucien wriggles as one delves through his hair, tracing the curve of his ear and lingering there, teasing in its attention. A shiver passes over the emissary, and Azriel notices, quiet satisfaction pricking at the edge of his chest.

    “Az”, Lucien hisses, a little breathily. “What…”

    He likes the way Lucien says his name like that—soft, unguarded, the sharp edges worn down into something almost sweet. It settles low in his chest, warmer than it should.

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    lucien/azriel, starting in acowar and veering of canon.

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    26 May 2026

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    Luzriel

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    He wants to soothe the fox, to comfort. He wants to snap his neck and watch as blood and viscera sprays the floor, as clever mismatched eyes go dark. But...

    No, better to keep the clever fox alive.

    The Night Lord crouches beside the emissary, slow, unhurried. Lucien does not look at him. His gaze remains fixed on the floor, on the dark sheen spreading between the cracks in the stone, as if the pattern there might rearrange itself into something less final.

    Rhys catches the fox’s chin between his fingers and wrests it upward. Lucien blinks, and his eyes flash, wet and incandescent, turning his face slightly, trying to wrench free—not from Rhys’s grip, but from the gaze, from the scrutiny.

    Rhys shifts his grip from Lucien’s jaw to his shoulder instead, drawing the bloodied fox inward in something that might, at a distance, resemble comfort.
    It is not.

     

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    AU where Feyre failed, (like she would have if not for the severe help from outside sources, lets be real), Rhys killed Amarantha, but he's supppper evil, and he chose to keep the courts under his rule.
    Tam and Lucien ran. Rhysand kills Tamlin, but not his fox. and then it goes full Stockholm syndrome.

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    04 May 2026

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    Dark Rhys/Lucien

  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    in the midst of war with Hybern, Azriel finds himself experiencing strange dreams of a certain prince from another court. He had always thought these dreams were strange and eventually he works up the courage to confront him about it.

    And when the truth is revealed he must travel to far away lands to understand the truth of his destiny and understand his past.

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    02 Apr 2026

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    Apparently devastating, must read

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    Willow Vanserra has reached her breaking point. The Autumn Court is no longer safe for her, and she knows that a change must come. Desperate to make it happen, she seeks to strike a bargain with a sorcerer from beyond Prythian. Dark and dangerous, he promises her the one thing she craves most:

    Freedom.

    At the same time, Azriel is sent to investigate disturbing forces stirring across the Continent. Since Koschei's near return, the fragile peace has been hanging by a thread. One wrong move could unravel everything, and Azriel knows he must tread carefully.

    Fate, its seems, has a way of weaving shadows and flames togheter. In the depths of foreign lands, Willow and Azriel's paths collide, and as their lives intertwine, they discover some fires burn brightest in the deepest night, while darkness finds strength in the fierce flames' light.

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    06 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 9

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    Eris is playing a dangerous game, and he knows it.
    His sorry excuse of a father was dead, his mother was safely tucked into Day Court with her mate, his brothers exiled or executed, and his half-brother wanted nothing to do with him. Or his mate.
    Now even that would be a far stretch since his mate hadn't even known they were paired by the gods forsaken Cauldron, but he supposed it was a blessing if he ever had one.
    Even when he had jeered at Tamlin for his stupidity that cursed his entire court with masks, he knew the one who'd truly been stupid enough to wear a mask his entire life was him. Because he did so voluntarily, and he didn't know how to make it stop.

    That was exactly what got him killed.

    Or....

     

    Eris Vanserra thought he was going to die by his mate's hand... and he was right.

    He didn't think he needed to specify he thought he'd stay dead by his mate's hand too.

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    28 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Won't update for a long time, if ever, but will be a treat if it does.