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erissheiress · 6 months

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Lonely Anymore

The Inner Circle x Reader

Warnings: depression, mentions of feeling numb, mention of blood and crying, alcohol, platonic intimacy, mentioned Feyre, Elain and Nesta, reader doesn't like Nesta and Elain bc I dont lol. Repost from my main blog.

Summary: You need your family, and they need you.

Word count: 782

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The window was wide open, harsh gusts of wind blowing into the room, disrupting papers on the desk and blowing your hair into your face, stinging your skin and making your eyes water.

Yet, you hardly seemed to notice the biting cold that struck your skin, hardly flinching, or moving from where you sat on the armchair, legs folded and arms around your knees, hugging them close to your chest. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands, nearly drawing blood, but again, it attracted none of your attention.

Your eyes were dull, dark bags under your eyes, from exhaustion mostly. Tears had streamed down your cheeks earlier but not anymore, you simply had no tears left to give to the world, nothing more you could offer.

You had given this world your blood, sweat and tears, your love and your dreams, and in return it had given you the one thing you always lacked;

A family.

The Inner Circle.

It had started with Rhys, Cassian, Azriel, and Mor. Then Amren, then Feyre. Nesta and Elain joined then, though you didn't like them very much, but that was possibly because of how they treated your High Lady, and finally baby Nyx, the newest, and your favourite, member of the family.

So the world gave you a family, and a chance of being loved.

But that was never going to be all, was it? It seemed that the world wasn't quite finished with you yet

No, it gave you hate as well as love, fear as well as joy, pain as well as care.

It caused your dreams to turn to nightmares, your hopes to failures, your youthful innocence to turn to hardened pessimism.

You're not sure when you stopped feeling like you were part of the family, perhaps it was over Solstice? Solstice where you sat in the corner as Feyre and Rhys cuddled Nyx in front of the fire, as Nesta and Cassian playfully bickered while Azriel and Elain laughed at their banter, as well as Mor who happily danced in the centre of the room, swinging a bottle of wine around like a weapon.

And you.. you just sat there, nursing your own wine, suddenly feeling lonelier than you had ever felt before. As you watched them each be happy in their own ways, a weight settled on your chest, and had stayed there ever since.

You did your job, played an active role as a member of the Night Court, but distanced yourself as well. They didn't seem to notice, only little Nyx, who crawled onto your lap one evening and poked your cheek, a frown on his adorable face.

"Sad"

"I'm not sad, Nyxie."

But he only frowned even more. "sad" before planting a wet kiss on your chin. "Happy."

"Yes darling, your kisses make me very happy."

Babies were so easy to satisfy.

So now you sat alone in your room, on an uncomfortable chair, without warm clothes, while the winter air froze your body, yet not bothering you at all.

You didn't feel anything, just numb.

You didn't feel anything when the window closed suddenly, or when footsteps entered the room.

You didn't feel anything when strong arms lifted you to your bed, or when calloused hands stroked your hair softly.

Or when four other figures clambered into the bed with you, three Illyrian males and one female.

You only felt something when the blonde smoothed your hair out of your face and looked at you with the softest expression you had ever seen on her face.

"We love you, you know that right?" and you felt it all of a sudden, like a wave of emotion. Overwhelming you completely.

You'd learn later that Azriel lay closest to you, and it was him that carried you to the bed and held you so snugly, that it was Cassian who stroked your hair so softly and it was Rhysand who shut the windows, using his abilities to heat your frigid room.

You'd learn all this later but for now you let it out like a burst dam, as you sobbed into Azriel's chest, three other pairs of hands comforting you in some way, the best way they could.

Your family.

A 5th figure, a shorter female slipped in at one point, taking a protective position at the end of the bed, comforting you the only way she knew how, and was appreciated nonetheless.

You loved Feyre, and Elain and Nesta were part of the circle now too, but for now you needed your first family, and they mentally vowed to spend as much time as possible convincing you that they needed you too.

That they needed you, that they loved you, that you were important to them, and that they'd always be there for you.

That you didn't have to be lonely anymore.

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 27 days

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Name Your Price — Amren x Reader (Starfall Week)

Hiiii! Here’s my little piece for @starfallweek 2024. I hope you all like it 💕my beautiful soulmate @greeneyedivy helped me name it 💅🏻

I used the prompt “character A finally makes a move on character B”. I’ve never written for Amren before so this was quite fun!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3.9k

“You’re sure you don’t want me to fly you back up?”

Cassian cocks an eyebrow at you, the steadiness of his hold dissipating as he tugs his arms from around you. Though your feet are on solid ground, it takes a moment for your equilibrium to right itself. Being in the skies is something you haven’t yet become accustomed to, despite three of your closest friends sporting wings. And being flown on Starfall is an experience entirely of its own.

“You’ll miss the best part,” Cass complains, peering up at the dark canopy above you. The sky is beginning to stir as the stars ready themselves for their journeys. It won’t be long before they’re soaring and crossing.

And tempting as it is to stay and watch the sight that never lessens in its magnificence, you feel…different this year. Like there’s somewhere else you ought to be. Someone else you ought to be with.

“I’m sure,” you dip your chin. “You go, Cass. Enjoy it.”

But he doesn’t move. He studies you head to toe, studies every shred of effort you put into your appearance — hair and makeup perfected, a stunning outfit hugging your body. You feel beautiful, no doubt — and yet you’re leaving after a mere hour of drinking on the balcony with your friends.

“You know she’s just going to be holed up in her apartment with the curtains drawn,” Cass says. “She hates Starfall.”

You cock an eyebrow. “Who?”

“You know who.”

Amren.

Is it little bit humiliating that you’re so damn transparent? Perhaps. But Cass is one of your closest companions — you can hardly expect him to believe that you’re simply leaving to return to your own home and switch your stunning dress for your pyjamas.

You shrug a shoulder. “I just want to check on her, is all.”

“Hmm,” your friend’s lips twitch. “I’m sure.”

With a roll of your eyes, you swat his ludicrously huge arm. “Go back to the party,” but you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you — for flying me.”

“Good luck with the tiny little rain cloud. She’ll be even crankier tonight than usual.”

With a lopsided smirk and a fond — and annoying — mussing of your hair, he launches back into the sky and heads back to the House of Wind. You stare after him, wondering if you’re making the right choice.

Because when Amren says she wants to be left alone, she means it. But…you don’t know. Things have been changing. Things have been…different.

This is your third Starfall, since your move to the Night Court after the war. A native of the Day Court, it had surprised you to find yourself so at home in a place of starlight, so opposite to what you’d always known. But as one of Helion Spell-Cleaver’s nearest and dearest, you’d worked closely with Rhysand and his Inner Circle during those fraught times of battle and bloodshed — and bonded with them far more than you’d ever expected yourself to. Become an honorary member of their unit, so to speak.

And when Rhysand had courteously invited you for a visit to Velaris after the war was over, you’d known from the second your feet had touched the cobbled streets — this was where you were supposed to be.

Three years later, with a home here, a job as a Night courtier…it was hard to imagine you’d ever been anywhere else.

And perhaps the most notable and unexpected connection you’d forged was the one you had with the with the tiny creature whose barbed, edged words were — you’d learned — a sign of affection.

You did not understand Amren one bit. She was a mystery you couldn’t puzzle out, a being that was sometimes so harsh, it was hard to believe she had any warmth in her at all. But Rhysand giving the two of you a subject he’d needed you to research together had brought you closer, over the recent months. Had shredded through that trepidation you’d once felt around her and shifted it into something…different. Something exciting.

You find that try as you might, you can’t stay away.

And that’s how you find yourself strolling those cobbled streets of Velaris, dressed up to the nines and stars beginning to burst above you. You could be spectating the brilliant sight with your friends, but something tugs you towards the other side of the city. To the loft apartment with the sloping windows and the strange, intriguing female who dwells within

Indeed, as you approach, you find those windows to be blacked out. Blocking out the sight of what is occurring in the skies. You almost smile, but now you’re nervous and second-guessing yourself a little. You could turn away, go home — in all likelihood, Amren won’t want to see you.

But tonight feels different. Tonight feels like a reckoning.

So you swallow your nerves and decide you’re doing this.

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You knock once, and a voice that is both nightmare and fantasy calls out, “Go away!”

Not unusual for Amren. She tells guests to go away, even when she’s invited them.

So you brace a hand against the door and call back, “It’s me.”

There’s a beat. And then small footsteps are padding closer. There are the sounds of bolts being undone, locks clicking. Whatever it is Amren feels she needs keep out is little more than a distant thought as she yanks the door open just a tad and eyes you suspiciously through the gap. Her steely gaze takes in your dress, hair, makeup. She lifts her chin.

“Why are you here?” she asks.

You shrug. Feel a little pathetic as you answer, “I thought I’d come see what you’re up to.”

“Why.”

“Perhaps I find your company to be just slightly more scintillating than Cassian’s.”

At that, there’s the briefest twitch of her lips. She masks it expertly. “A dead rat has more to offer in the way of company than that boy.”

You snort, rubbing at your arms. Goosebumps are pebbling your skin. The air is too brisk to comfortably be stood in for too long.

Amren studies you again, and too quickly for you to register, she’s widening the gap in the door and yanking you in by the front of your dress. She slams the door shut and gets to work refastening the bolts, sliding across the chains, securing every lock. It’s all you can do to stand and watch.

And then she turns to face you with a neutral expression — one that says that if you find anything peculiar about her behaviour, shut the fuck up. You know she won’t tell you what’s got her so on edge, so you don’t bother asking.

Instead, you turn, still rubbing at your chilled skin, and study the general disarray of her huge, open-plan studio apartment. Her bed is unmade, her trinkets and baubles scattered across various surfaces. And on the numerous overlapping rugs that cover the floor, a gathering of books, some stacked in a pile, others tossed aside, a few open on certain pages. It would seem she is spending the night going over your recent research.

“Perhaps a drink?” you ply, angling away from the mess.

She quirks a dark eyebrow. “Tell me, what is it about you and the others barging into my home and making demands of me?”

“I believe it’s customary to offer your guests refreshments.”

“I believe I didn’t ask for guests in the first place.”

Her words, to anyone outside your circle, would sound so sharp, so harsh. But you know Amren, now. That last sentence vaguely translates another meaning: I wasn’t expecting guests, but thank you for coming. Of course I’ll get you a drink.

Not that she’d ever say that in a million fucking years.

She saunters past you, towards the kitchen area. As she goes, she closes the open books and throws them onto the stacks. Picks up empty glasses.

“Don’t clean up on my account,” you say, knowing full well that she isn’t.

“I’m not,” she confirms. “I don’t want your clumsy feet treading on anything,” she places the empty glasses in the sink and turns to you. “What do you want to drink? There’s wine, wine, or wine.”

“I’ll have the wine, then.”

With the barest incline of her head, she turns her back to you. While she’s occupied, you take a moment to study the covered windows, everything that blocks out what’s occurring outside. Even the skylights are covered, and your lips twitch at the thought of her wrestling her way up there to fasten drapes over them.

It’s all so methodical, so thought out. And though you know she’d probably never tell you, you can’t help wanting to break down that barrier and know the more vulnerable side to her that is so unsettled by this holiday.

A glass is placed in your hand, and you clear your throat, ripping your gaze away from the skylight — but not fast enough for Amren not to notice.

“It unsettles me,” she says drily, surprising you.

You try your hardest not to blink at the offered snippet of information. “What does?”

“Starfall. What it is. What it signifies.” Taking a slow sip of her wine, she sits on the rug. You follow suit. “Those stars, beings, whatever you want to call them…they are on a journey. Going from one place to another. Perhaps from one world to another. That was once me.”

“…and that unsettles you…”

“Perhaps I know one of them, from many, many years ago. Perhaps they are an associate of a time and a world long-forgotten. A past friend or foe or—”

“A lover?” you supply. You’re not sure you mean to say it.

But Amren’s grey eyes slide to you, and one side of her mouth lifts into a wicked grin, bearing sharp white teeth. “Does that surprise you?”

“Yes. No. I suppose I know nothing of your personal relationships. Of what you like.”

“I like what I like, and I hate what I don’t like.”

You stare at her, thoroughly annoyed and thoroughly entertained. Speaking with Amren is so often trickery and riddles. No matter how much you may feel like you’re getting somewhere, she always leads you on a merry dance that circles you back to the first step.

“And what of you?” she asks, surprising you.

Your eyes snag on the way her razor-sharp black hair moves as she angles her head. The ends tickle the column of her long, creamy neck, adorned with a jewelled necklace. For one moment, for some reason, the sight makes your head empty.

But you shake yourself out of the bizarre reaction and ask, “What of me?”

“What do you like?” Amren asks.

You almost snort as you take a long sip of your wine. Amren is simply not somebody who asks questions about other people very often. And the topic of your love life seems like one that would be trivial and pointless to her.

“Are you asking because you want to know?” you smile. “Or to be polite?”

Another flash of those brilliant teeth. “Have you ever known me to be polite?”

“I suppose not, no.”

“So tell me, girl, what takes your fancy?”

Draining your glass, you set it aside and lounge back, bracing yourself on your hands. And perhaps the wine is already commanding your mind and blurring lines — because it tells you to glance down at the full lips in front of you, painted with red that’s deepened by the dark nectar she sips at.

You do.

Amren watches. The air seems to shift.

“Pour me another glass,” your voice comes out huskier than you intend, “and I’ll tell you.”

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“Lions?”

Rare, for Amren to sound like anything besides being perpetually bored. An hour or so later — and too many glasses later — the two of you are sprawled back on the rug, staring at the ceiling.

“Helion keeps lions?” she turns her head to quirk an eyebrow at you.

“Yes,” you answer with a laugh in your voice. “Very real, very fucking huge lions.”

“I rather thought that Pegasuses were his thing.”

“They are. But his lions are a prided jewel of his — and a court secret that I absolutely should not be sharing with you.”

Her petite, lithe body rolls onto its side. She crooks her arm at the elbow and rests her chin there, staring at you through glazed, grey eyes.

It takes only a beat of eye contact for you both to break into laughter.

This is…unusual. And nice. Though the two of you have undoubtedly been growing closer, Amren always has a glass wall up that allows you to peer through but not penetrate. Tonight is the first night that you feel that…that you might be on the other side of that wall. That she might be letting her guard down for you.

You like it. A lot.

The laughter thinning out, she stares at you. It’s a little strange to see those sharp, angled features not appear harsh and ready to slice at anyone. She appears…open. Almost normal.

“Lions,” she repeats, in something like wonderment. “And they just roam about his private estate? Are they tame?”

“He has sprawls of private land on which they can roam freely,” you tell her. “That land is guarded very well, from anyone he doesn’t wish to share the sight with. The lions are very tame. There’s a rumour — though I never got Helion to confirm it — that they once walked on two legs and spoke our language. That thousands of years ago, a curse bound them to their feline form that even Helion’s vast libraries hold no answer to cracking. And since they weren’t able to break the curse, he and his predecessors set to ensure that they would, at least, always be safe and accommodated and able to live comfortably as they are. If it’s true, they seem perfectly happy in their lion bodies.”

“So Helion allowed you access to them? What are they like?”

You smile — at the images that the question conjures up, and the fact that you hold Amren’s interest enough for her to ask it at all. It makes you feel…proud, somehow. Like the cat that got the cream.

“Amazing,” you rest your arms behind your head, taking yourself back to that private land on which you spent so much time — just you and the lions. “They’re just…regal. The males have huge, brilliant manes. The females are so lithe and elegant. The cubs are painfully adorable. There are families of them. Sometimes, they fight. Often, they play. They love to snooze in the sun and frolic in the long grass. The youngsters love splashing each other in the lake. If they recognise you as someone they can trust, you can comfortably sit with them and stroke their fur. They especially like you if you bring them food.”

There’s such a long pause as Amren takes in your words that after a short while, your eyes slide to her, half expecting to find her asleep. But she simply stares at you. Quiet. Assessing.

“I think I would like to see lions,” she says after a moment. To her, it seems to be a huge confession. Something not easy to admit.

You study the perfect lines of her face. That face that appears in your thoughts when you’re trying to sleep, think about absolutely anything but her. You’re not sure you like how drawn you are to her. She’s so unreachable that it only makes you reach harder. So difficult to work out that sometimes, you question if she delights in your company at all.

It is, after all, you who always seeks her out. Since you began your research together, it’s been you who has found excuses to see her.

You who barged your way into her home tonight, while stars collided above you.

And you who might do something unwise if you stay any longer.

You clear your throat, breaking eye contact. Your head feels as though it’s filled with cotton as you sit up and announce, “Perhaps I should go.”

Amren pauses. “Why?”

“I didn’t mean to take up your entire evening.”

“You could stay,” she also sits up, tucking her legs beneath her. “You never did tell me what it is you like.”

You take a moment to just…breathe. You’re not used to Amren being so…warm. It’s dangerous. Exciting. You don’t know if it’s safe.

Slowly, you turn on the floor to face her. “I’m not sure you’d appreciate the answer.”

A dark eyebrow arches. She likes doing that. “Tell it to me anyway.”

Should you? Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing. Maybe you’ll tell her that thoughts of her keep you awake, not in the forms of nightmares but in the allure of fantasies. Maybe then she’ll cease all work she does with you, and distance herself from you, and you can rid yourself of these feelings—

“You are what I like,” you speak quickly, flushing hot. “Who I like. I was thankful when Rhysand tasked us to work together, because I was already drawn to you. It seems I can’t stay away—”

A flash of dark hair, the potent scent of perfume and wine, are the only warnings you get before Amren is in your face, her perfect mouth sliding over yours. Wine is the overpowering taste of the kiss, but there are hints of other things behind it — sweet vanilla and something floral.

It takes you by surprise, no doubt. But you push the shock away and sink into the rightness of it. Your shoulders slump, body loosening. You slide a hand up to tentatively cup Amren’s cheek, and you kiss her back.

What starts out slow and explorative quickly builds into something that steals the very air from your lungs. Your bodies seem to move in perfect synchronisation, finding the right positions from which the kiss can deepen and grow. Amren kneels between your legs, and a sharp tooth gives the slightest, twinging bite to your lower lip — one that makes you gasp.

The act is deliberate. She slides her tongue into your mouth, folding it around yours. Your tastes mingle until you’re not sure which is yours and which is hers, and that simply will not do. You want her on your tongue. The flavour of her skin and that scent of hers that is quickly growing stronger, thicker, shifting into something else that you would commit sins to taste.

Your fingers sink into Amren’s hair, and she makes a low noise that could be a warning or a plea. The strands, despite always looking sharp enough to slice through rock, are silken, soft. You fist them in your palm and tilt her head back to kiss her deeper.

But she pulls away, her heavy breaths landing on your lips. Her eyes meet yours, and it’s the first time you see her looking anything besides…steeled. Composed.

She looks flustered. Like pulling away from your mouth was the last thing she wanted to do.

“I don’t know what this means,” she blurts.

The admission makes you pause. You agree, “Neither do I.”

“No—not just this. What you do to me. I don’t know what any of this means,” she narrows her eyes at you, almost accusatory. “Emotions like these have always felt pointless to me, but you…”

“…but me?”

“You…” the word is leaden on her tongue. “You are different.”

Her gaze slides to your mouth again, and you can tell that her comfort is in articulating her feelings with actions, not words.

And that is just fine by you.

Like she reads the encouragement straight from your thoughts, a breathy word escapes her. “Yes.”

And then she’s fastening her lips on yours again and stamping out every shred of confusion. No matter what either of you are unable to say, the dance of your mouths can speak it all. For now, no more than that is necessary.

Amren kisses you, and you kiss her. It’s deep, desperate, yearning. It’s bigger than anything and everything. The stars that race through the sky pale in comparison.

This is the real beauty of this night. The real thing you had hoped for. It could end no better way.

You kiss until your mouths are bruised and tender. Until the taste of wine is gone, and there’s nothing but the two of you on your tongues. For all you know, the rest of the world outside this apartment could have disappeared. You’re not sure you care.

You’re the one to pull away this time, but you don’t move far. You part your lips to gulp down breaths and press your forehead to Amren’s. Your voice is a rasp as you joke, “You better not be kissing me just so I’ll show you the lions.”

She laughs — actually laughs. It’s a short, brusque chortle, but it makes you glow with pride.

But she quickly sobers. Her face is serious once more, her eyes drinking you in.

“I’m kissing you, girl,” she says, “because I think about you too much. Because the very first time I laid eyes on you, it scared me — what I might do to look at you forever.”

You try to mask your surprise. You hadn’t realised—

“It was me who suggested to Rhysand that you and I should work together,” she admits. She pulls back a little, as if urging you to read the honesty on her face. “It felt pathetic and foolish, but I did it to be close to you. I can’t stop myself wanting to be close to you.”

Exactly the same feelings you had tortured yourself with all this time. To think that Amren had agonised over it just as you had is comforting, somehow.

You reach out a hand, pinching a strand of her soft hair between your fingers. She watches the action closely.

“Don’t stop yourself wanting it,” you say, not at all sure that it isn’t a plea. “Don’t stop yourself, when I want it, too.”

“…I’m not used to being…unsure of things.”

“Embrace it,” you offer a smile. “Have fun with it.” With me.

She stares at you, brooding and calculating. You wait for her to decide that this is too out of the realms of familiarity. She won’t allow herself to be so vulnerable.

But then she moves her hand to yours — the one still touching her hair. Slowly, tentatively, she laces your fingers together. She stares down at your joined hands as though the sight is alien, fascinating.

“Stay,” she eventually says, glancing up at you. There’s an undertone in her voice, an inference.

“…the entire night?” you hedge. You try to keep the hopefulness out of your tone.

Her red lips lift into a smirk, grey eyes glimmering. “On one condition.”

“Name your price.”

Your heart picks up as she leans in again. Her hair tickles your cheek, and she watches closely as your skin flushes at the proximity. Her lips hover against yours.

But instead of kissing you, she whispers four words that land straight on your waiting mouth.

“Show me the lions.”

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sapphicmsmarvel · 2 months

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acotar characters loving a plus size reader

NSFW bc of descriptors. But like, actual smut? Nah. also body worship vibes but again, not Explicit.

Azriel: if he could spend eternity between your thick thighs, it would never be enough. Whether that be his head, hand, shadows, dick, anything. He lives for it. He loves you in any clothes (especially his) but seeing you in a cute little sundress while he stuffs his cock into your cunt? Heaven on earth for this man.

Cassian: this man loves your hips oh my. He loves when you wear his shirts and your plush hips just peek out from the shirt. It’s a tantalizing mystery that he has to solve every time. Aka, whenever he sees it, he will eat you out. Either against the wall or in bed, always private because he refuses to let anyone else see you the way he does.

Rhysand: this man loves your arms. yall know that one jessica chastain and oscar isaac clip? Rhys always does that to you! He purposefully buys you dresses that will show them off! When you made your mating/wedding bargain with him, he made sure the tattoo did not cover your beautiful skin there. He loves holding your arms above your head while he pounds your body into the mattress.

Feyre: sit. on. her. face. She’s so in love with your size! Your thighs? She could die perfectly happy! Your tummy? Oh my Gods, the most beautiful sight to her is when she’s eating you out and can see those thighs quivering and stomach trying to catch a breath. She loves you in any type of clothes, but seeing you wear a dress? She’s floored every time.

Morrigan: your stretch marks are everything to her. She loves kissing them and tracing them with her tongue. She loves when you wear a netted or mesh fabric that shows them off a little bit. Whenever you wear revealing clothes that show them, she always has a hand on them, tracing them delicately with her fingers just imagining the sounds you were going to make that night while she fucked you.

Amren: She would never, in a million years, say it to your face; but she loves your cheeks. Both your ass and face. She loves how squishy and red your cheeks get when she fucks you (again, both of them). She loves the cellulite, the stretch marks. You look like a statue from her time. You’re her home.

Nesta: Her and Cassian have a type, it’s the hips. She loves when you wear a skin tight cotton dress. She can see the outline of your perfect body, the fabric hugging every curve that she is dying to sink her teeth into. She does bite in bed, but she can’t help it. How dare you look so fucking hot that she can’t contain herself?

Elain: elain isn’t one for vulgarity, but my gods your tits. She constantly has to catch herself from just face planting into them because she loves it there. A lot of times if you’re sitting at a counter or standing in a mirror, she’ll just walk up behind you and cup your boobs in her hands and just squeeze. She cannot help it.

Lucien: he is an Ass man. He likes having something to grip. He loves watching your skin recoil at the force of his thrusts. You’re just so hot it makes him breathless sometimes.

Eris: Like Morrigan, nothing, on this earth, makes him weaker than your stretch marks. Every time you have sex he is kissing and tracing, sometimes licking them. He can’t help himself. They’re just so pretty.

Tarquin: if you ever wanna put this man into cardiac arrest, wear a bikini. Or frankly, don’t wear anything. He will not complain. He’s not really a Territorial Guy, just a smug bastard that smirks and touches you when he knows people want what’s his. If you’re in your bedroom wearing just a robe he will 100% just walk by and untie it just so you don’t have anything on.

#acotar x reader #acotar headcannons #feyre archeron x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #nesta x reader #elain x reader #tarquin x reader #eris x reader #morrigan x reader #amren x reader #lucien x reader

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shadowdaddies · 27 days

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Ouu, wb Amren x a reader who speaks a different language and very little Prythian(idk, whatever they speak) and struggles trying to get across what she wants from Amren(in bed) but eventually they work it out and it's all smutty 🤭😏

I love your mind omg

Foreign Tongues

Amren x f!Reader

warnings: laborious faerie political ramblings above the cut, smut below the cut, breath play, slight blood play? (it is Amren, after all), tribbing, oral f!receiving

The moon had risen high in the night sky by the time Rhysand decided to call the meeting to an end. Your eyesight was blurred, vision struggling to stay focused on the heavy texts you’d pored over for the better part of the day.

You’d been in the Night Court for several days now, working officially on behalf of Vallahan to discuss trade relations, but your king and queen did not know of the spy in their midst.

When Morrigan had come to Vallahan to seek aid in the war against Hybern, you’d seen both the cruelty of your people towards humans, and your own opportunity to give Prythian the advantage to leverage an agreement that banned slavery from your lands.

The issue laid in your lack of time - you were only given four days in Prythian to devise a plan with the right amount of leverage to achieve both countries’ goals - and the language barrier. Vallahan had spent so long secluded from negotiations with the other territories that the dialect had changed greatly, and you knew little of Prythian’s language as well.

Mor spoke enough of each tongue to work as translator, allowing you to work with her and Rhysand - along with Rhys’s second in command, Amren - in your research and deliberations.

From the moment Amren had introduced herself, steely silver gaze meeting yours with an unwavering confidence, you desired her. Her low, smooth voice as foreign words rolled off her tongue and the intelligence with which she quickly picked up on your language was as arousing as the glances she would flash in your direction when she thought you weren’t looking, the slight flush of her skin when you would notice.

It was as Rhys nodded to you in farewell, Mor standing to follow him toward the door that you caught one of those looks - but this time, Amren didn’t look away. Instead, her eyes seemed to glow like molten silver, bottom lip tugging between her teeth as her scent of black cherry and merlot grew darker.

It was your skin that grew flush this time, eyes darkening at the silent understanding that passed between the two of you. Looking over your shoulder, you realized that Rhys and Mor had already left, and the air grew thick with tension as Amren stood from her seat across the table, hands spreading on the wooden surface as she leaned closer.

As though a magnetic force were drawing you to her, you matched her movement, mere inches separating your mingled breaths. A delicate finger tucked underneath your chin, dragging slowly up to run over your lower lip as her brow arched in question.

“Yes?” she asked in your language, eyes searching eagerly for permission, the leash on her restraint growing taut.

“Yes.”

No sooner had your broken attempt at her language left your lips than she swallowed the sound with her mouth, hand moving to your jaw in a firm grip as she slipped her tongue through your lips.

A lewd moan escaped you as she caressed the roof of your mouth, your lips sucking on her tongue in response as you pulled away to see her wild expression. “Here,” she murmured, pointing to her side of the table before urging you to crawl over the furniture towards her.

Perching on the edge of the table, your hands found purchase in her silky black hair, legs winding around her trim waist to pull her as close as possible. Soft hands slid up your thighs, squeezing the flesh of your ass as Amren’s head dipped to your neck.

A harsh bite pierced the flesh there, her tongue flicking out against the quickly-healing wound as she sucked hard enough to mark you as her own. Teeth and tongue taunted your skin in a symphony of pain and pleasure as she worked her way further down your body.

Fingers softly trailed from your ass, tracing light patterns up your body to draw sharp nails down your sternum, around your breasts to rest at the top of your pants. Lips left your skin when you tugged on Amren’s hair, her gaze lifting to yours in question once more as she snapped the waistband of the fabric.

You couldn’t have found words of any language in that moment, breath catching in your lungs as your need grew into a frenzy. You granted her a frantic nod, your own hands fumbling with the fabric of her top as you hastily undressed each other.

Eyes roved hungrily over your body for a brief moment before you wrapped your legs around her waist once more, one of your legs dropping to the ground so you could lean against the table’s edge.

Amren’s lips found yours once more, the kiss tantalizingly slow as your hand dipped to her thigh, hoisting it over your hip to pull her body fully against yours. A high-pitched whine left her lips as you wound your hips against her own, the crack in her smooth facade making you smile.

Her clit rubbed against your own, nails raking down your back while you twisted and thrust against her. You were coated in each others’ slick, sticky warmth making a mess over your bundle of nerves as you chased your high.

Amren’s small hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently as your eyes rolled back at the pleasure. The coil in your stomach began to tighten, legs shaking in attempt to hold yourself upright.

Just as you felt the pleasure begin to crest, Amren pulled back, hand keeping you in place against the table as her fingers dipped into your folds. Lifting the digits against her lips, pink tongue flicked out, a wicked smirk spreading across her face at your low moan.

She never released her hold that gently pinned you to the wood as she dipped her hand between her own thighs, collecting the slick there before pressing those same fingers to your lips.

You accepted them eagerly, tongue flicking to collect your shared juices, cheeks hollowed as you aimed to suck every last drop. Amren’s chest heaved, lidded eyes shining down at you with approval.

You released her from your mouth with a pop, grin turning wild when she released your bruised neck in favor of tapping the table.

“Here,” she directed in your language, hand sweeping flatly to indicate for you to lay down on the hard surface. Quickly sliding up onto the furniture, you laid on your back, craning your neck to see her climbing onto the table as well.

You practically writhed under her, pussy dripping to the surface beneath you as she straddled your face, round ass perched perfectly above your mouth.

Wasting no time, Amren’s hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling them apart as her tongue licked a broad stripe against your clit. Back arching against the wood, your parted lips were soon smothered by her warmth, hole perched atop your nose as her clit nestled between your lips.

You sucked the bud on instinct, hips rolling against her mouth as the two of you pleasured each other. Fingers parted your folds, spit landing on your clit before being spread by those soft hands.

“Amren,” you moaned, the foreign name pleasant on your tongue when her fingers dipped inside of you, stretching and curling, bringing you to your high incredibly quickly.

Spurred on by her movements, your own tongue flicked and sucked her bud, moving to thrust inside of her as you lapped at her flavor.

“I- now,” Amren stuttered, the only words she could manage as her legs shook.

Your name spilling from her mouth as she reached her high sent you spiraling into your own, heart pounding at the intense ecstasy rolling through your body in waves.

Sweaty limbs tangled, Amren twisting around just enough to be face-to-face with you while you caught your breaths. Thumb sweeping softly across your cheek, Amren pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, her own expression shifting into a rare, bright smile.

Biting your lip, you found it impossible to tear your gaze from her, instead finding any excuse for small touches, admiring the planes and curves of her bare body beside yours.

“And now?”

You knew what Amren was truly asking with that question - but you were set to return home tomorrow, back to a land where you were now a traitor. Nothing was sure anymore, no future could be predicted.

All you knew was what you wanted next, so with a sheepish grin, you interlaced your fingers with hers and pulled her palm to your lips. “Now, your bed?”

Loud laughter rang out, Amren shaking her head with amusement as she muttered something in her language that you couldn’t understand. Collecting your clothes, she reached out her hand to you in invitation. “My bed,” she nodded.

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thehighlordishere · 3 months

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GC with acotar be like

Gc of morons

YN: who tf ate my leftovers

Cassin: it was Nesta. She ate it

Rhys: I don’t think it was Nesta she isn’t even here

Mor: what was it?

YN: my potatoe soup…:/// was it actually her? Did you see her or are you messing with her again?

Cassian: no I SAW her

Nesta: No, I did not eat it.

Cassian: OH SHIT I DDINT LNOW YOU WERE HERE HI BAE

Nesta: Get home. Now.

Cassian: NO PLS IM SORRY MY POOKIE WOOKIE PLEASE🙏🙏🙏🙏🤲🤲🤲🤲🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

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Amren enjoying her bowl of potatoe soup, “Who is blowing up the group chat?”

Azreil lifting his spoon to his mouth, “No idea but this shit good.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #azriel #acofas #acomaf #cassian #acosf #amren x reader #Cassian x reader #Nesta x reader #Rhys x reader #mor x reader #acotar memes

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thehighladywrites · 19 days

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this is not a request just. thinking. ik you’re writing the boys as plugs but have we considered. the women.

elain would %100 make her own edible pastries and give them to you in those colourful baggies with a bow. she’d invite you over to “make sure the new recipe I use is good for the next batch.” the watch movies and end up napping on the couch type

feyre would be the best if you’re a newbie and ever curious about anything. %100 is a bit of a push over for you and sometimes gives you a lil gram extra and offer to smoke with you. she would probably teach you (if you dont know) why you should put ice in your bong. i just know she smokes and paints. probably does art nights with you.

Nesta is pretty abrupt, definitely a one and done we dont small talk plug, but she is there for you if you need (like if you’re a newbie and greened out or paranoid or whatever) because she knows how scary it can be to feel out of control with your body. (replace her trouble with canon alcoholism with getting high every night. she knows how it can get to you.) tells you to drink water and sleep it off but is still hanging around when you wake up ‘just in case’.

mor is the plug thats more like a friend. would end up smoking half of the stuff she just sold you because you guys wanted to sesh and hang out. probably gossips about her other customers when you two get really close

idk anything for amren she probably only uses like cbd oils idk :/

anon i dont even know what else to add, this is so perfect😭😭😭 yess i’m agreeing with everything

also amren would probs smoke joints. i imagine her having one between her long manicured nails, she probs use magic on them to make them even more strong/she mixes in some crazy shit orrrr she has a cart, a fancy ass pen with diamonds and gem stones. when she offers u a hit, ur high for hourssss her shit goes crazy tbh, it’s probably borderline venomous

elain would have her own garden where she grows her supply, i imagine she’s a girl plug who have the cutest packages, they’re all pink with cute stickers that say “thanks for supporting my small business”

feyre is the curious one, down to try literally anything. so down to earth and would get high with you and paint you naked. she has one of those loose shirts with buttons and a pair of shorts, her hair is loosely braided as she mixes her colors, she’s so hot i literally need her rn

nesta is so real, like the helping out when u green out part is so accurate. ut her fav customer and she wants to make sure ur okay, she says it’s because she doesn’t wanna loose clients but in reality she likes u. she also throws in extra g’s but doesn’t say shit ab it

mor is forsure the friend turned plug, she put you on to her supply and ever since u buy everything from her. fav activity is eating infused food in public/meetings and trying to act normal. like at the high lords meeting, you eat a shit ton of edibles and then try to concentrate but it’s very obvious bc you both look stoned and you’re paying too much attention to peoples words, it’s not natural

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vanserrasswife · 6 months

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nicknames hc part 2

acotar characters x reader

a/n: posting this whilst I work on anon asks.

Rhys

Darling but teasingly

He would love it if you called him baby (especially if he’s had a bad day)

Cassian

Cassie , his heart would melt

I also feel like he would quite possibly pass away if you called him baby, or even better, babydoll.

It would be such a contrast to the normal things people call him (think bastard etc) that he would love that you don’t see him like that.

Azriel

I have the violent need to call this man honey, i think he would be so shocked and flustered

He would go bright red and be shy around you for the rest of the day.

Eris

I think it takes a while to decide on a nickname for him but once you find one that works on him you don’t let it go

He would act like he hates it but would secretly love it

I think he would prefer to be called traditional things, like babe, love, darling etc

He also loves if you call him a variation of his name, e.g Er. It makes him feel so special.

Lucien

He would love to be called baby or a variation of his name, like Luce or Lu.

He loves the intimacy of baby and the fact that Luce or Lu are special to him

Feyre

Princess or sweetheart, she would melt.

Obviously she likes to be called darling as well but loves when you use it in a teasing way

Nesta

Nesta would act like she hates it but would love the thought that you put into the nickname

Again i feel like she would love the nickname honey because its such a contrast to what other people think of her

Elain

Love or petal or sweetheart/sweets

Anything flower related. She would love that you know things about flowers and call her them

Mor

Darling but teasingly

Gorgeous,beautiful etc , she would love the simple praise

Amren

Not to be cruel but she would violently hate any nickname you give her

The only exception would be Am or Ren. They’re the only two she’d accept.

If you call her any variation of a nickname with short in it, just be prepared.

Emerie

I feel like Emerie is also pretty traditional in her nickname preferences

Would love if you called her sweetheart or honey

#acotar #acotar x reader #cassian x reader #morrigan x reader #mor x reader #amren x reader #emerie x reader #azriel x reader #nesta x reader #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #elain x reader #eris x reader #lucien x reader

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decomposing-writer · 1 month

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Night Court Ladies NSFW Headcanons

A/N: I did the batboys so naturally I had to do the ladies as well. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you would want to see any other characters in the MaasVerse!

DISCLAIMER: (MINORS DNI) Suggestive but also not really. Nothing insane though obviously NSFW.

AMREN: Voyeurism → She would 100% want to watch you, perhaps with Varian. She would order you to ride him hard, while she sits nearby rubbing her clit in time with you. Getting closer and closer as she watches you shove yourself down on her lover’s cock repeatedly. Ordering Varian to tweak your nipples with one hand while his other grasps your neck. Her eyes only on you despite his proximity, as she guides you to completion.

MOR: Oral → Pleasing you with her mouth would be her favorite pastime. Watching your back arch as she buries her tongue inside of you again and again. Holding your thighs open so that she can watch the way your pebbled nipples undulate while she rubs your clit simultaneously. Not stopping until you give her everything and then some.

FEYRE: Tribadism → The High Lady loves tribbing with you, especially if you are below her. Her favorite position is your leg over her shoulder, as it gives her a perfect view of your writhing form. She will work your hips in tandem with hers but will control the tempo. Making a point of stopping if you are too close to cumming before her. Or slowing her thrusts the slightest bit if she feels like you need a reminder of who’s in charge.

ELAIN: Kissing → Elaine is a romantic, and though she's fine with any kind of lovemaking with you, she does prefer kisses to always be involved. Whether it's slow flicks of your tongues against one another, as you grind together. Or breathy lip biting to go with your heavy petting. She would always enjoy her lips on your own.

NESTA: Strap-On → She is absolutely a switch, and in this case using a strap on you would be her favorite. Nesta would take you from behind in deep strokes, while propped on one knee. Guiding your hips back onto her own while keeping you in a deep arch for her. She wouldn’t allow you to hide your moans either, making a point of snatching a fist full of your hair so that she could hear every bit of the pleasure she was wringing from you.

#acotar #nesta archeron #nesta x reader #elain x reader #feyre x reader #morrigan x reader #amren x reader #night court #inner circle #acotar headcanons #amren acotar #feyre archeron #nesta smut #acotar smut

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tadpolesonalgae · 6 months

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Blurbs

Below, you will find:

Revelling + Amren Swimming + Koschei Overstimulation + Azriel* Bad Memories + Feyre

Revelling w/ Amren

I’m not sorry by DEAN

Her blood red lips split in a feline grin, “are you sure about that, lamb?”

A shiver of excitement thrills down your spine at the name—her preferred blood type. “I wouldn’t have said it were I not entirely sure, Amren.” You know your eyes are sparkling with playful challenge, but she makes no move to haul you from the ballroom. Instead, she leans back against the wall, watching you with those sharp silver eyes of hers.

“I think the wine is making you dumb,” she croons, making you frown. “I’m perfectly aware. Besides, you’ve had more than me,” you counter, flicking your eyes pointedly to the glass in her elegantly pointed hand, the red liquid reminding you of the blood she so used to adore.

Her smile is coy, and she raised the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip while you watch intently. “I don’t think I should need to remind you, but I am much older than you. I know how to handle my alcohol.” She gives you a look that says unlike you.

Your features twist into a frown and you make to push off the wall, “fine.”

Silver eyes flick to you over the rim of her wine. Your own lips fashion into a playful smile, “I’ll find me fun elsewhere, then.”

Swimming in Koschei’s lake

Leni by GoodBooks

Talons made of death wrap around your torso, and you freeze. He’s caught you.

Limbs tremble, muscles spasming as your very world is ripped out from beneath your feet.

“What are you?”

The voice is unlike anything you’ve ever heard: a deep, animalistic rasp, sounding like rock against rock and you can picture how sparks would fly.

“You’re not one of the fae. What’s a creature like you doing in my lake?”

Your breathing catches, words a distant thought as your vision blurs. “I’m sorry,” you raps, whimpering. “I’ll never come here again. Please just— let me go.”

He hums, and it sounds like he’s smiling. The claws tighten, dragging you deeper into the lake, your gills flapping as you fight to keep your breathing regular, even as you squirm in his grip. “Please. I had no idea this was your lake. I was trying to escape the hunters. Please, I’m sorry.”

He’s quiet for a little and you brace for the crushing impact of his grip but it never comes. Instead, “show me.”

You stiffen in his grip, warily opening your large, dark eyes—eyes made for darkness, yet that are unable to breech his. “Show you?” You ask softly, trying not to stammer or stumble.

A noise like leather stretching sounds, and you have the every feeling he’s smiling. “Show me your hunters.”

Overstimulation w/ Azriel

Damaged by Blood On The Dance Floor

Pleasure rolls across your skin, waves of heated sunlight cresting over you again and again.

Your toes curl as he doesn’t let up, head tipping back into the pillows as his cock touches that spot deep inside of you. His shadows build over your clit and your vision turns blinding white, colour fading as the darkness flicks and nips at the sensitive bud.

Words are stolen from your lips, dragged into his own mouth as he swallows your sounds greedily. In the back of your mind, you’re aware of his quiet whispers, saying you’re being so good, that you just need to give him a few more, that if you can manage to get up onto your hands and knees maybe he’ll go a little easier.

Of course they’re all sweet lies. He’ll be working on you until the sun is rising over the city, spilling into your room like how he’s spilled deep inside your heat again and again. So much that it’s dripping down your thighs, staining the sheets as he pumps you full.

But sunrise is still hours away, and you haven’t even reached double digits yet. He’s going to work you to your breaking point, and only then will he allow you a moment to rest. A few minutes if you’re really lucky.

Aching arousal warms your belly at the thought—knowing you’re free to yield to him entirely, and he’ll take care of you.

Memories of the Hewn City w/ Feyre

Rise by Skillet

Flame singes the hairs of your arms, and you bolt upright, breath curling in the cold Night air.

Vision goes blurry as the memories crush down on you.

The door flies open, and instantly she’s at your side, comforting you, holding you tight, hugging you against her. “Hey, it’s okay sweetness. You’re not there anymore. You’re with me.” She cups your cheeks, “look at me. Look at me, sweet thing.”

Your lower lip wobbles but you manage to look at her through teary eyes, skin still stinging with the phantom pain of a leather whip.

She smiles gently, stroking your skin with such aching reverence. “You’re out. You got out, remember. You’re with our court now,” she smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My Court.”

You cry more, but for a different set of reasons. Sobs wrack your body, ravaging your lungs as you remember the burning flame, the crack of a whip, the stink of blood and the acrid tang of urine in air. “It was so real…” you stammer quietly, sobbing into her arms as the nightmare lingers, skin aching with memories.

She can do nothing but hold you, keeping you wrapped in her warmth. You’ve made it clear you don’t want her to remove those memories, but it’s so difficult to watch you wake like this night after night.

Still, she won’t go against your wishes.

She’ll keep you close, and hold you until the sun comes up.

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#Azriel #Azriel smut #Amren #koschei #Feyre #Azriel x reader #Amren x reader #Koschei x reader #Feyre x reader

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warnerisbetter · 11 months

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My headcannons for dating acotar characters

Azriel

Fluff :

- he'd be very protective of you especially when it comes to other males

- he'd let you touch his wings with permission ofcourse

- he'd fly you over velaris at night

- it wouldn't be often but occasionally he likes to show you off to other people

Smut :

- the quiet one are always the most kinky

- he's up for pretty much anything

- the wingspan theory is definitely a fact

- he would use his shadows to tease you or tie you up

- pleasure dom (he would make sure you cum before him)

- you can just tell he'd be skilled with his tongue

Amren

Fluff :

- you come before everyone else

- a lot of the time just being in each others presence silently is her favourite thing

- she would be very protective but hide it quite well

- she'd protect you from a distance

- no one would mess with you knowing she was your mate

- she wouldn't want a big mating ceremony

- you'd give her presents all the time since she loves getting gifts

- ideal date is late night walking the streets of velaris after dinner at a fancy and expensive restaurant (even though she wouldn't be eating much)

Smut :

- since everyone fears her and no one every contradicts her she would like being bottom for a while

- knife kink

- if your down she'd probaly drink your blood during it

- shameless, if she wants you she would just lead you put of the room with no subtlety

Cassian

Fluff :

- clingy illyrian baby

- would love to show you off

- would complain tk you when the others bully him

- would never be able to stay mad at you for long

Smut :

- I think his wings would be really sensitive ;)

- would be top obviously but think it's hot when you take control

- fucks like a beast

Elain

Fluff :

- she'd give you flowers daily

- her ideal date is a walk through the gardens and a picnic

- she would teach you about all her favourite flowers

- she'd bake with you

Smut :

- tbh she wouldn't be into much

- she would try stuff for you though

- completely Clueless when your trying to hint at her

- more interested in aftercare

Lucien

Fluff:

- wouldn't be the biggest fan of public displays of affection but would hold your hand all the time

- would blush any time you comiliment him

- ideal date is going to a resturant then walking in the evening watching the sunset

- would compliment you all the time

Smut:

- not the biggest dick in the book but a decent 9 inches atleast

- into bandage

- sex in public areas

- would bring you food as aftercare

Mor

Fluff:

- Would genuinely treat you like a queen

- you would sit on each others laps in public

- ideal date in going to a club of some kind to and getting hammered

Smut:

- can go for hours

- would be up to pretty much anything

- she's a switch, you can't change my mind

- up for threesomes

#books and reading #book boyfriend #book girl #headcannons #acotar #batboys #amren x reader #amren acotar #amren #azriel smut #azriel #sarah j maas #cassian x you

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fantasyandshit · 11 days

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The light and the dark

Type:series

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Part: 7/?

Other parts

Summary: it is decided the inner circle will take a trip to the day court to hopefully receive more answers

We sit at the table for breakfast, piling different assortments of delicious food onto our plates. Just as I put a scoop of egg on my plate, Rhysand speaks up, “So Yn, I spoke with Helion, a close friend of mine who is the high lord of the day court- he would like us to all go down to see him so he can get a closer look at your magic.”

I nod before he continues, “I would also like to know- Feyre told us you fought in underground rings and often did strength training back in the human lands” there’s a pause, me and my sisters all tensing up, “I wanted to know if you’d be interested in further training in combat with myself, Cassian, and Azriel? You are already quite the extraordinary fighter if you taking down Hyberns guards says anything but it never hurts for a bit more practice no?”

“I would love to, honestly I’ve been dying to train again, I miss it all very much.”

“Wait you-you enjoyed it?” I look over to Feyre who has confusion painted on her face.

“Well of course I did it to help us but Feyre I loved fighting, I loved the adrenaline and the feeling of being strong enough to beat others and get back up when I didn’t. Feyre, the fighting and physical activity- it helps me cool down, we all know I’m a hot head and this helps, and after? After I’m tired enough nothing stresses me anymore, I’m finally able to calm down from the whirlwind of life.”

I feel Rhysands claws at the back of my head- he knows there’s more and I let him see, shortly agter Feyres eyes get cloudy before she looks to me. “Yn. No, no you did not need to- you didn’t deserve. Why would you?”

“Hey, hey no- we aren’t about to get all sappy here.” I turn to Rhysand, “I want to train- but I also want to know more about what’s to come because I need to be prepared for what I’m guessing is about to become an all out war that I WILL be participating in.”

Rhysand simply nods before we continue eating, myself and Cassian making jokes to ease the tension. I can feel Ariel’s eyes on me the entire breakfast, I simply look over and give him a small smile before turning back to my plate as our shadow and light plays together around us.

In the end, it is decided we will go to the day court in two hours time, and myself and Azriel will stay for a total of four nights and three and a half days and leave the next morning.

I make my way up to my room, packing my bags and then deciding to shower and get clean before we leave.

———

We are winnowed to the day court fairly fast and I am amazed to say the least. The day court is absolutely gorgeous, bright and stunning in so many ways. As we make our way up the steps we are greeted by a dark skinned man who is just absolutely glowing, clad in a white almost robe of a garment that is just as gorgeous as him.

The male smirks at me as he takes my hand in his, kissing it as a greeting, “hello, you must be Yn. I’m Helion, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And may I just add you are absolutely stunning darling.” I can see Azriel tense up out of the corner of my eye but ignore it.

“Hello Helion, I’ve heard much about you, the pleasure is all mine really. And may I just say your court is gorgeous.”

A small chuckle leaves his lips, “well thank you. Now, why don’t we get straight to business? Follow me.”

Our group follows the high lord into an office space, filled with bookshelves and a window facing the most beautiful of views, in the middle of the room is a desk with papers stacked across it. “Now, I did some research and I found a few things of interest- Now, it is said the couldron brings out one’s most inner of forms- seeing as from what you tell me Yn was the warrior of her family, she was turned into one of a warrior race, it also shows who she is on the inside. Now with the light, it seems you are much like Azriel here- the opposite actually, you are what’s known as a light singer and just like our spy master here- you are the only one to exist in centuries. The reason for this being your power is unknown to me but I can tell you that it will work much the same to Azriels, you must gain control of the light, learn to speak to it and learn from them.” I nod along slowly, soaking in the information. “Now I’d like to take the time you and Azriel are here to really look more into you and your abilities, because truly I have never seen anything like you and you are quite intriguing if I say so myself.”

I nod a final time before we move to the next subject- the war. I take this moment to get as much information as possible, I was given very little but want to know as much as possible.

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Heyyy guys, I am so so so sorry for how terrible at updates I’ve been. I have been having some serious writers block along with some mental health issues but I promise I’m working on it! I want to say that the tag list will be moved to be on this series’ masterlist instead of where it has been previously at the end of chapters. Lastly I want to give a little spoiler as a treat so you know some of the fun coming up- it’s simple really, there WILL be Lucien angst with Yn and Elain angst with Azriel.

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Timeless

Pairing: Amren x GN! Reader

Warnings: Nothing just fluff

Summary: You were looking everywhere for your long lost lover

You travelled from court to court, trying to find your long-lost love. It's nearly two hundred years since you started your journey in autumn court. You didn't stay long there. The high lord made you uncomfortable, instead deciding going to next court. Coldnest of your home for few decades contrasting warm of autumn, yet it was strangely comforting for you.

Cold always reminding you of your lover. The dragon you used to fight wars with, flying through the skies like you were rulers of them, it was the love you find only once in a lifetime. You couldn't help but smile remembering the kisses you shared. The smiles that were held unknown in front of your friends. The sweet smile you held quickly disappears at the thought that your lover might have found someone else, or even be long dead. You didn't let these dark thoughts couldn't cloud your mind. You survived regin of Amarantha, the end of your home, now it's time to find what happened to your only true love. It didn't matter if she's dead or happy with someone else. You needed to know what happened with her.

Night court, your last visit. Walking through every court and befriending High Lords and their families was a fun adventure. You had to admit, this journey was more than enjoyable. Even without the lover you were looking for, you still found excitement and positivity in this. Many friends were made on the way that made you feel safe, no matter what you knew that they had your back.

If this didn't end with finding your lover. You would probably go to the day court, enjoy the atmosphere, and sun rays with one of the kindest and funniest high lord you met.

You looked in the mirror for the last time, carefully preparing yourself to look presentable for the meeting with Rhysand. The sparkly silver dress you choose pooled at your feet, hugging your curves just right in every place. You were ready, last chance to find at least a little bit of information about her.

The residence of Rhysand was beautiful, with paintings on every wall. Some of them were pictures of landscape and some family portraits, and all of them were drawn by high lady herself.

You turned into hall where the meeting was supposed to be held when something made you stop in place.

It was her.

Your long lost lover, your only love, the woman who captured your heart, Amren.

She seemed to notice the change of atmosphere in the room. Turning around too slowly for your liking. She had fae body now, same as you. But that didn't stop your soul from recognising her. The one you promise to love till the end of the time. "Y/N"

In the blink of an eye, she was in front of you emotions swirling in her eyes.

"Is it really you?" She cupped your cheek so delicately, like she was scared you're going to disappear under her touch. "Yes, it's really me"

She buried her face in your neck, her arms snaking around your waist while you started to draw circles on her back. "I thought you were dead. I thought that I had lost you forever. " You could hear her voice slowly breaking at the weight of ger words. "You can't get rid of me so easily. I was looking everywhere for you. I was in every court there is, trying to find any piece of information about you, " saying that lifted so much weight of your shoulders, finally feeling free and whole.

"I somehow always knew that you and I would've found each other." She looked you deep in the eyes, sending you all love through the mate bond your new fae bodies gave you. Her lips held a smile that she only showed in front of people she trusted the most. The smile that she didn't show in two hundred years cause the only person who she trusted wholeheartedly wasn't with her. But now you're here, real, unharmed, and prettier than she remembered.

"I believe that we were supposed to find this, so even in a different life, you would've still been mine." Without leaving you space to answer, she kissed you. You could remember the last time you kissed as it was tomorrow, yet this time it was different, this time it was deeper, more feelings were put into this, telling each other how much you missed each other.

"We would've been timeless"

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minicoffee00 · 6 months

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My Angel Amren x Reader

Plot: Amren finds her mate once she is resurrected into High Fae but she’s in denial and doesn’t think she is deserving of a mate.

Warnings: heavy fluff (finally) little angst at the start

You'd watched as the cold otherwordly woman had sacrificed herself to the Cauldron. You look over at Feyre shocked, Amren didn't know it but you felt a certain bond with her.

You'd talked to Rhys who was just as confused as you were. When he was in your mind it didn't feel like a mate bond, and he couldnt smell it when you were both in the room. He said he'd get Clotho and Gwyn to do some research for you to find out the tug you felt to her.

Once she was subject to the Cauldron, when she came out in her god like form, tears formed in your eyes, knowing you'd never get a cooling hug to snuffle out your burning heat of your Autumn Court veins. You'd never see the twinkle in her eyes when you gifted her things you'd found on your travels as Rhysand's Night Court Bounty Hunter.

"No" you'd said as the gaint bird like spirit took flight burning through the warriors outside the Cauldron, Feyre came to your side and held you as your knees collided with the floor.

After loosing Amren, you were in a bloodbath daze. You'd run out the room pulling your hood up and slaying anyone and everyone that got in your path. You were trying to follow Amren's true form, hoping that she could return to her mortal body. That there was a spell to undo what she had done.

You didnt snap out of your daze until a scream similar to yours that held untamed power rumbled over the lands.

You looked over seeing Feyre gripping at your High Lord's dead body and the sight made you freeze, yet the power didn't transfer it lay stagnant in Rhysand's body as if expecting him not to fully leave this world.

Feyre begged the High Lords, until she had to resort to threatening them, you came up behind all of them. You were a sight of power right now, the blood of Hybern Warriors covering your face. You stepped up, sword at the ready to challenge any High Lord to a duel if they didn't obey your High Lady's wishes.

"I suggest you listen to my High Lady and get to fucking work" you grit out, immedielty Hellion bends down extending part of himself out to Rhysand. After this the others followed in tow, you didn't have to even growl out your threat at Tamlin who seemed to have already made up his mind and help.

Everything went so quickly as Rhysand was gifted life, and he'd dragged Amren back from the pits of the Cauldron. She emerged in a High Fae body, and as your eyes locked on her's you felt you whole world click into place. The tug towards her, you mate. And it finally made sense why the bond wasn't fully there before.

Your soul was tied to Amren's bodied personality and her form, not the death god that was inside her all that time. You couldn't be tied to a god being a mere bounty hunter.

But now that Amren was here in a High Fae form, she could even feel the bond and her eyes didn't waiver.

"Interesting" Rhysand add's from below you as he watches between you and Amren, now being able to feel that mate bond the two of you held.

"It's not possible" Amren spat out looking over at you. In seconds you were running over to her, jumping into her arms and holding her face inbetween your two hands, looking over every part of her face, to make sure this was real and you hadn't given up on the battle field and had joined Amren in the End.

"Amren, I know now" you voice lets out a breathy sigh. She keeps holding you, rubbing her cold hands that you'd grown to love up and down your arms, testing for herself that staticy feeling from the bond she felt when she touched you.

"Know what?" she asks making eye contact with you.

"Why there was a tug to you before, I've been falling in love with you ever since i came to the Night Court to help Rhysand when Azriel found me. And i never understood this bond i felt between us, i should have trusted myself"

"I - also hold a certain level of affection for you that is above what i hold for most" she admits looking at you. She takes your hand dragging you away from the crowd that was still milling about.

Once you are in a secluded location, her thumb swipes across your cheeks, attempting to rid the crusting blood that remains.

"Oh god, i must look awful right now" you admit worry flooding around the bond.

"Mmmmm you look gorgeous my terrible little bounty hunter" she says, her voice icy making a shiver run down your spine.

"I'm yours?" you breath out.

"Always my mate" she smiles diving her head into your neck, sniffing in deeply to hold you sent, burning logs and sunshine.

A/N: Do you guys have any really good Acotar recommendations for me, on Wattpad. I just finished reading A Curse for True love right after finishing ACOSF and now I’m moving into House of Earth and Blood but I low-key am feeling the ACOTAR emptyness!

Also once I’ve published my Lucien, there’s going to be another upcoming post, so your guys know what’s to be soon!

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sapphicmsmarvel · 5 days

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modern au! competition

notes: in elains part i talk shit about The Exorcist. i’m sorry guys that movie is so so bad. Some of these are really short because i didn’t know how to elaborate LOL but yall will get the point.

Azriel:

This cranky bitch has beef with your kindle paperwhite.

You took it everywhere, always made sure it was fully charged and loaded with books. You even used the app on your phone until one day you decided you would always carry your actual kindle with you everywhere.

When he wanted snuggles and you were reading? You had pushed him away. Until one day, he’d had enough.

It was a rough day at work, he wanted his girlfriend. He saw you on the couch, with your emotional support water bottle, his hoodie, fuzzy sock-clad feet and a blanket. And you were holding your kindle.

He knew he wanted to join you in that cuddle pile, so he did.

He took away your blanket which caused you to yell an indignant, “hey!” Then he spread your legs which had you saying “oh?”

He rolled his eyes at your dirty mind and laid down on top of you. Your kindle was in the air, he laid his head between your boobs and snuggled in.

Breathing in your scent, he hummed contentedly.

He felt you shake with suppressed giggles, “you comfy?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes closing.

“My big baby.” You said softly, kissing his head and running your nails through his hair.

He didn’t need to look up to know you were still reading, just multitasking now. After all, that’s what the pop socket is for. Multitasking while reading.

(get your heads out of the gutter)

He loved how happy it made you, though. He also loved the sex that came from the books that you’d want to reenact.

Cassian:

don't get him wrong, he loves that you wear makeup because you love it.

however that damn plumping gloss is gonna kill him.

“It’s spicy!”

“You’re being a baby, it’s minty.”

“it’s fucking spicy!”

It’s not his fault that your gloss is out to make him croak. He can’t help kissing you though, your lips look so plump and juicy, just perfectly kissable. And the gloss tastes like vanilla cupcakes until the spice kicks in.

Rhysand:

He's got beef with the sims. You’ll go missing for hours in your “cozy room” as you call it, and 9 times out of 10, he’ll walk in and see you hunched over like a cave creature playing the sims. It kind of scares the shit out of him because sometimes he’ll walk in on you like that, with a murder podcast playing on your TV.

Eventually, he loves the game. Because he discovers that you can make your own families. You two have five kids in the sims, because even Sim-Rhysand is horny.

Eventually he gets his own PC, he’s very excited. Owns and buys you all of the sims packs.

Feyre:

Your IPad. You do everything on that thing. Work, planning, reading; writing, even. It’s with you all day, sometimes all night depending on the activity you’re doing. You can’t stop playing candy crush or some other game. She’s fully pulled the IPad out of your grip before to cuddle, and also a few times

She didn’t get it until you got her her own with procreate installed. And now you’re the one who has to pry her away. She, like Rhysand, has learned the naughty things she can do with her new hobby. AKA, lots of drawings of you.

Naked, clothed. You two together being naughty.

She’s learned to love the wonders of an IPad.

Morrigan:

fucking theme parks. In the beginning of your relationship she didn’t know how to feel, eventually she fell in love with them. She used to be against them because she hated being sweaty (who doesn’t) but with your help she was able to be comfortable and enjoy a nice theme park day with her girlfriend.

You two are out of state disney pass holders. Taking random flights on random days for a day at disney. Flying in that morning and leaving that night. Or driving for a long weekend.

Amren:

her competition is concerts. you’ll go to any show at any time. Your friends favorite indie band is having a show with 20 dollar tickets? sold you’ll be there.

She’s not a fan of intense crowds, mosh pits aren’t her scene. But if there’s an artist you wanna go see and your friends can't go? She’s buying you the tickets as an early birthday or christmas gift. She’s even used mother’s day as an excuse to buy you tickets. Or Veterans Day.

And she calls you dramatic.

Nesta:

she genuinely doesn’t understand how you can play video games for hours. She does love it though because you’ll leave her alone to read while you play.

You rarely play intense games, if you do you’re playing with friends and not some random lobby (because being a woman, a queer woman no less is not fun in random online lobbies). And that’s when you go into a different room because your friends and you are quite loud.

But when you’re playing stardew valley or any zelda, mario game, or nintendo in general; you’re sitting by her.

Your usual set up is you both on the couch next to each other, some asmr room video in the background and a few candles lit.

She can even admit that your video games have awesome soundtracks.

Elain:

horror movies. you were a fanatic. On your first date you brought this up to her, nervous she’d be against it. She was all for watching them. She had never seen them, growing up her mother forbid her daughters from watching them. It didn’t stop Feyre and Nesta, however she was a bit of a rule follower.

She thought it couldn’t be that bad. After all, they're fictional and the effects can be very cheesy.

However, she hid that she was scared pretty well in the beginning and then when you two saw Jigsaw that killed her “street cred” with you. (her words, not yours)

So after the intensity of Jigsaw, you had her watch The Exorcist, a movie you thought was ass but was a good movie to introduce her to horror with.

She ended up thinking the movie was shit, too. But, it gave her a bit of a baseline to go off of.

After that was The Conjuring universe, then The Paranormal Activity franchise ended up freaking her out in a good way.

She liked watching supernatural, ghost hunters, and american horror story with you though! And she did enjoy the scream franchise as well as the scary movie franchise!

She began to love them, and loved the adrenaline.

She liked the idea of going to a haunted house during halloween, but it scared her a bit more. It was different with a screen in between her and the scare.

Lucien:

Your stuffed animal collection. You personified almost everything you owned (which made it a bitch to declutter when you knew you needed to; but you couldn’t stop imagining objects with personalities).

He loved how passionate you were, how cuddly you always looked however:

You’re supposed to be cuddling him!! Not a damned stuffed animal!

Then one time, he came home after a long work trip and found you asleep on the couch, you were waiting for him.

He found you hugging a fox build-a-bear with one of his shirts on it.

How can he hate that?

Eris:

His own dog is his competition.

The fucker will cuddle with you then give him a smug ass look like “haha she chose me, she dont want you.”

He loved the immediate love you had for his (son) pet. And he reacted to you the same way. You two formed a bond, the dog would follow you everywhere around the house.

His dog was supposed to be a hunting dog, then when you (mom) came into the picture, that’s when you began babying him and forbidding Eris from taking him hunting.

“My son will not go through the mud! He’s a baby!”

“My love, his whole life’s purpose is hunting. He’s a hunting dog.”

“His life purpose is being the cute snuggly idiot he is!” Said snuggly idiot was wagging at your feet with an expression on his face that Eris could only describe as a “you go, mom!” look.

“What if he gets hurt?” Your bottom lip wobbled and he knew he couldn’t say no to you.

You were sensitive when it came to animals. It was pretty easy to make you cry, you just had to look at the dog being cute and you’d start bawling.

But, he loved waking up in the morning to you snuggled into him with his beloved (but an asshole) dog with you two.

Even when the dog pushes in between the two of you in the middle of the night.

Tarquin:

Surfing. He can’t believe he’s competing with his own hobby.

He introduced you to it, but you cannot stop. You spend hours out in the ocean, and he wishes he could be out there with you all the time. But he’s always working with the city's ocean conservation teams and is the leading man in marine biology in your city. So he can’t leave the office a lot, but when he can, he does join you in the surf.

You two began a surfing contest to raise money for ocean conservation too.

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