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1. I worry for the sun by Graybird24

   Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas  

   • Explicit
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
   • F/M, M/M
   • Work in Progress

   06 Dec 2025

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Rape/Non-Con
   • Azriel/Lucien Vanserra
   • Feyre Archeron & Rhysand
   • Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra
   • Lucien Vanserra
   • Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
   • Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
   • Feyre Archeron
   • Elain Archeron
   • Nesta Archeron
   • Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
   • Eris Vanserra
   • Tamlin (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
   • Amren (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
   • Feyre's Pregnancy Arc
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Angst
   • Slow Burn
   • Forced Proximity
   • Rape/Non-con Elements
   • Implied/Referenced Self-Harm
   • Explicit Consent
   • Lucien Vanserra-centric
   • Protective Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
   • Rhysand Being an Asshole (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
   • No beta we die like Beron
   • hopefully soon
   • Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
   • Bringing the one ship to the table no one asked for

   Summary

   There was something in his tone that set Azriel’s instincts on edge. His shadows reached out, brushing against Lucien’s form, searching for answers his words didn’t provide. That’s when Azriel caught it again: beneath the faint scent of cedar and sunshine, there was blood. Pain. Lucien’s blood.
   “You’re hurt,” Azriel said suddenly, his voice dropping an octave.
   Lucien stiffened, his posture going rigid. “I’m fine,” he replied quickly, too quickly.
   “No, you’re not,” Azriel rumbled, stepping closer. His shadows curled tighter, restless and insistent. “I can smell it.”
   Lucien turned sharply, his golden eye blazing. “I said I’m fine,” he snapped, the mask of calm cracking for the briefest moment.

    

   Or, Lucien really needs a hug and I wrote a self- indulgent fic about it.

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   38,924

   Chapters:

   10/?

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