Of Talons And Light | ACOTAR Fanfiction

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The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other. 

 Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

 Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing. 

 Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade. 

 The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.

Won't You Run Away With Me Chapter 1

ITS ABOUT HELION AND LOA!!! IM EXCITED FOR MYSELF

tw: noncon (not graphic)

short chapter, 1K words

Summary: Based on Helion's conversation with the IC in ACOWAR, what happened between Helion and Lady of the Autumn court (because ms sarah janet maas takes two years to finish a book and I cannot wait for her big reveal and no one wrote a fic on this so i'm doing it)

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CHAPTER 1: BEFORE THE WAR

“I heard her family wanted internal ties to power, and that they didn’t give her a choice before they sold her to Beron.” - Helion to Mor, ACOWAR

The fire in her blood is her damnation, for she was about to become the Lady of Autumn, the pretty, silent wife to Beron Vanserra.

There was no choice in the matter really, her father needed the political alliance that came from selling his youngest daughter to the cruel High Lord of Autumn. No matter that she was just 20- a child, barely past her first bleed- and Beron was nearly a century old. And war… war was looming, and her parents certainly couldn’t afford for their alliances with the High Lord to drift. She begged her family for more time, to wait just a few years.

-

“I’ll find another High Lord to marry,” she had pleaded on her knees, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her father sneered, the room heating with his rage. “What do you know about alliances? To be married to Beron Vanserra, what more could a female like you want?” She flinched. What more could a girl like you want. Love! She wanted to scream. I want to marry the male I love! But what did she know? Her sisters, watching behind a half closed door, looked at her with eyes full of pity and knowing. Knowing, for the male she had met at the equinox ball who had charmed her with his warm smile and bright eyes. The son of the High Lord of the Day Court. Helion Spellcleaver. Her father barely gave his weeping daughter another look before winnowing out of the room. He did not notice the crumpled letter she held in her hands and the unfamiliar necklace hidden beneath her dress. He did not wait for her to reveal the male that has been courting her for almost a year. She threw the letter into the fireplace and weeped. The fire eagerly swallowed up the letter. A declaration of love, a promise turned into ash. - The wedding is a relatively quiet ceremony with just Beron’s most important lords. The commoners would hear of this later, through an official proclamation. It was a relief that no one else would witness her humiliation, though she supposed no one really cared who she was as long as she kept Beron happy.

That was her job now, to keep a high lord happy. To look pretty, have a few children and pray and hope the lord would not tire of her too soon. She supposed there were worst things in the world. Beron’s servants were silent as they prepared her for the wedding, they kept their eyes down, deft hands dressing her without so much as an extra glance for the female marrying their high lord. Perhaps they were glad that with her as Beron’s wife, he would be otherwise occupied, in the bedroom at least.

She was not oblivious to Beron’s temper and the commoners’-- and rest of the court for that matter-- contempt toward Beron. For good reason too, she had heard of how he treated his servant, and how he ensured that people who spoke against him promptly disappeared. The few times she had gone to the countryside were even worse- though she secretly agreed that the farmers’ outright hatred for the lord was justified- they were paid barely more than what it took them to buy their crops, while Beron and other lords in the capital were drowning in finery and wasting the food that should’ve gone to the hungry people.

She was also under no illusion that the lord would grow to feel even an inkling of love for her, knew that she was nothing but a prized breeding mare. She wanted to ask the servant girls how they survived, how she could survive. But as the servants finished putting her hair into twist on her head, the words stuck in her throat. She gave them a thankful nod, and looked in the mirror. She did not recognize who stared back. She was led out by an armed sentry, as she looked back at the servant girls, she was surprised to find that there were tears brimming in their eyes. The girls caught her staring and promptly looked down, expressionless once again. She wondered whether someday she would look like that too.

Suddenly, she couldn’t help but wish that a certain amber eyed male would come a save her.

- She did not remember what happened exactly during the ceremony other than the murmured thanks to the halfhearted congratulations thrown her way. She had been lost in a crowd of lords trying to gain Beron’s favor, the dress making it her for her to disappear back into her room.

Her room.

She did not share a room with the lord, even now that they’re married. Beron had barely spared her a second glance after the crowds had dispersed. He winnowed away to cauldron knows where, as if he could barely stand the sight of her. It was a sentry who saw her confused expression and led her to her room, then told her that Beron would seek her out when he wished. Or she would be summoned to the High Lord’s quarters.

To be summoned like a dog. She almost let slip. But the sentry did not deserve her anger. So she simply nodded her thanks and went into her room.

-- The first night was the hardest. Beron had, in fact, seeked her out. She did not make a sound as Beron made her undress. She did not let out the tears that threatened to spill out. She did not let herself feel what was happening. But it was afterward when the door slammed shut and she was left alone in that cold, unfamiliar bed that she realized, truly realized, that this was her life now. She was the High Lord’s possession, his to treat however he wished.

And there was not one damn thing she could do about it.

100th time listening to Tell Me and that little "i love you patty" "love you too ellen" at the end still makes me squeal every. single. time. 💗💖

disclaimer (actually, more of a dont expect me to give a fuck notice)

im not supposed to be right all the time so im not gonna spend time trying to justify what i say or what i do since y'all not my bosses/ colleges/ classmates/ teachers therefore what you think of me doesnt matter. omigosh i sound so teenage angsty what? no im nice but im also mean if that makes any sense (no it does not, im aware). will post deep thoughts/ justifications if i feel like it. its social media im not supposed to do stuff i dont want unless people i know actually follow me. bye felicia have a nice life

Cardan and Jude - The Cruel Prince

Artist: @__alex_oxy__

Our Violent Ends spoilers

Fandom : did Juliette and Roma just… die?

Chloe Gong : you know, it was really unclear

ok this is impossible but what if Eris ask his mother where she wants to go and she's like... "Day Court".

Or like LoA's just like "Take me to the High Lord of the Day" and Eris's just like cAlLeD iT

Can we get more headcanons?💕💕💕

SURE THING. This is more of one big headcanon that I may or may not turn into a fic, idk.

-Once Beron is unalived, Eris is freaked out when he realizes how many courtiers and foreign dignitaries are after his MOTHER. She’s beautiful, graceful, and has been proven to be fertile, so these powerful gross dudes descend on the new high lord like locusts, negotiating for her hand in marriage.

- Eris is like (ง'̀-'́)ง “leave my mom alone u freaks” but the badgering doesn’t STOP.

-LoA decides to take an extended holiday to ease the pressure on her son and to give him a good, nonviolent excuse to turn down the aggravating courtiers who want to visit and bring gifts.

-Her grand tour of Prythian has been carefully planned so that she visits Summer, Winter, Dawn, and Night. Spring is out of the question because of the monster bear man person having an existential crisis, and as for Day…well. LoA’s courage is failing her in this one, tiny regard.

-This all goes completely tits up, of course. LoA arrives at Summer and Tarquin is like…uhhh yeah, so we are actually on our way to Day to stage an intervention because Helion is being a drama queen and is looking for a bride so that he can get an heir. It’s turned into this whole contest where all these ladies from every court have been competing with each other for WEEKS while Helion peacocks around and doesn’t make a decision.

-LoA: INTERNAL SCREAMING

-She asks to tag along because there’s no avoiding the fact that she’s going to have to tell her ex that he does, in fact, have an heir and he’s going to have to tell his new wife “hey just kidding” when she expects to be the mother of his next in line.

-She’s not sure what she’s expecting when she gets there, but it’s actual CHAOS. These women are just absolutely savaging each other for the chance to get alone time with the High Lord, who is mysteriously absent. There have been incidents with hair being cut in the middle of the night, belongings being set on fire, and cat fights during brunch. LoA is horrified.

-Exasperated, she hunts down Helion in his hiding place, intent on telling him to come out and deal with this buffoonery. She has to stifle her joy at how 💀💀💀 he is when he sees her. Instead, she absolutely lays into him for creating such a spectacle with no intention of carrying through. She’s so exasperated that she asks him why he doesn’t just pick one who is happy and willing to be the next Lady of Day and have done with it.

-Helion tells her quietly that she knows why. LoA tries DESPERATELY to harden her heart so that she can take him to task and then tell him about the grouchy red headed surprise she has for him.

-Loa: 😡😡😡

-Helion: 🥺🥺🥺

-Anyway, it all goes tits up (again) and they make out. LoA is like “I really need to tell u something” and Helion is like “sure okay later” and OH BOY is that going to be a fun conversation.

-All of the contestants for Helion’s Bachelor season are disappointed, but quickly cheer up when they notice Tarquin, who flees the scene screaming.

other people: fuck ticketmaster. give me taylor swift tickets

my parents: idc if u woke up at 2am and we paid 400$ for tickets. if u dont get straight As ur not going