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daydreaming-nerd · 2 months

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Lipstick Kisses (Azriel x Female! reader)

AN: while I LOVED my last Azriel fic I felt kinda bad about how it ended to so even though this was supposed to be a Cassian fic I thought I would switch it up just to say I’m sorry lol

Summary: You and Azriel weren’t together. But you also weren’t not together. Sure he warmed your bed nightly, but he had made it clear that he was hesitant to date his best friend, Rhysand’s, little sister. You were content to play the game until one night a certain princess got so far under your skin you couldn’t see straight.

Warnings: jealousy, unprotected sex, cockwarming if you squint?

Word Count: 2496

(all pics are from pinterest)

Rita’s had never been so busy before. Packed from wall to wall with members of every court here to celebrate the week leading up to Starfall. A tradition my brother had long since put on. Everyone seemed to be merry and happy, even Azriel who stood at the bar with the Princess of Adriata.

Azriel and I had been hot and heavy for a couple of months. My whole life the shadowsinger and I had danced around one another, flirting here and there but never acting. It wasn’t until one night when I ran into the spymaster in the hallway of the House of Wind, when we couldn’t stay away from one another. It was a mess of hands, teeth, tongues and kisses as he took me against the wall. From that moment on Azriel sought to warm my bed nightly, but nothing more and I never thought to ask him why for fear of losing him. We weren’t together, weren’t not together. And I had no right to stare daggers at the Princess of Adriata, yet here I stood, at the edge of the room doing just that.

“Looking a little tense there y/n,” Cassain drawled, nudging my shoulder.

“I am not tense,” I gritted out.

“Then why does it look like you’re about to shatter that glass with your bare hand?” he retorts. I look to where my polished fingers are gripping my cocktail in rage.

“I’m just scared someone is going to knock my drink out of my hand, it’s super busy in here,” I say, loosening my grip on the glass.

Cassian let out a chuckle, “You sure it has nothing to do with the way Az is looking at the Princess of Adriata?” he smirked. While Az and I hadn’t told anyone about our nightly escapades, poor Cassain was practically forced to have the knowledge as his room was next to mine.

I meet Cassian’s eyes in a sideways glare causing him to laugh again.

“Of course he wants The Princess of Adriata,” I sneer at her name.

“You’re a Princess too y/n,” Cassian reminds me.

“Yeah well apparently not the right type,” I huff, turning around so I don’t have to watch them smile and flirt anymore.

“You should get him back,” Cassian muses.

“If you’re trying to take me into your bed again it won’t work.” I laugh while sipping my drink, remembering a different drunken night, or a few of them, that Cassian and I had shared at Rita’s.

“You wound me Princess, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy yourself all those years ago,” he smirked, bumping my shoulder again.

“Illyrians really are sensitive babies. Now what kind of revenge did you have in mind?” I smirk into my glass.

“You got some red lipstick in that bag?” his eyes gleamed.

I rummage around through the mess of trinkets in my purse till I find the red rouge sitting in the bottom and pull it out. “Looks like I do,” I say, holding it up for him to see.

“Perfect, now put it on,” he says standing in front of me so I can use his siphon as a mirror as I always had for years anytime I needed to fix my makeup or hair. He used to hate it, but now I think it makes him feel special.

“I fail to see where this is going,” I contest putting the lipstick back in my bag.

Cassian didn’t say anything, he just pointed to his cheek asking for me to kiss it. I rolled my eyes and obliged. When I pulled back a bright red lipstick stain adorned his cheek and I realized what he was doing now.

“Cassian, you're a genius,” I laugh.

“Well I am a specialist in war tactics after all. Now go around and say hello to every Lord in here and greet them with one of your sweet kisses. The second Az looks around he’s going to lose his mind.” he explains.

“Thanks Cass,” I laugh before turning away but I feel his hand on my arm.

“I think I might deserve a little more thanks than that Princess,” he says playfully.

“Fine you big baby,” I roll my eyes before placing a quick kiss on his lips seeing the lipstick residue there.

“You’re welcome princess,” he smirks triumphantly before turning away.

I turn to the crowd of people in front of me scanning the hundreds of happy faces packed into the tavern. Like a beacon of hope I find Thesan conversing with two other Lords, the perfect target.

“Thesan!” I cheer, “My brother and I are honored to have you here in our court,” I greet him sweetly, pressing a discreet kiss to his cheek.

“Princess it’s always a pleasure to be in your presence,” Thesan smiles warmly. “May I present Lord Baylor and Lord Suffolk.”

Both Lords reach their hands out to mine and I push them away, “Please I’ve never been fond of handshakes,” I smile gently, embracing each of them and pressing kisses to their cheeks as well.

“We are honored to be here Princess y/n, the stories of your beauty still don’t do you justice,” Lord Baylor smiled.

“You all flatter me too much, it’s going to go straight to my head,” I tease playfully before excusing myself to mingle with the other lords.

I continue my charade until my drink empties and I’m forced to retreat to the bar for another. I be sure to pass right by where Azriel and The Princess of Adriata are talking before leaning against the bartop and requesting my regular. I try to hide the smirk when I feel a certain scarred hand graze my elbow.

“Is there a reason why those red lips have been on the cheek of every man here tonight Princess?” Azriel says lowly into my ear.

“I’m just being a good host Az,” I say, not keeping my eye off the bartender making my drink.

“More than good the way I see it,” he grits and his hands trace the backs of my arms. The bartender brings my drink over and I leave a large tip in his jar. I finally turn to meet Azriel’s intense gaze.

“Don’t be so jealous Azriel, after all we aren’t even together,” I tilt my head before sauntering off.

When I get back to the House of Wind that night I’m utterly exhausted. I open the door to my bedroom and kick my shoes off sending them flying across the room. My dress is the next to go, falling in a pile on the floor. I wash up, and slip on my nightgown before falling into my bed with a sigh, too lazy to turn off the small fae light next to me. I try to sleep but it’s not the same without a certain Illyrian next to me.

A half hour later I hear the door open slowly, I pretend to still be asleep not wanting to even speak to Azriel. When I had left Rita’s he was still talking with The Princess of Adriata, and this time she had a hand on his bicep.

I heard daggers and leathers falling to the ground as the bed sank behind me.

“Scooch over Princess, there's no room for me,” he whispered into my ear as his arms circled around me to move me over.

“Get off me Az, I don’t remember inviting you to my bed tonight,” I grumble, not moving an inch.

He doesn’t move, “I’ve been sleeping here for three months y/n what do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want The Princess of Adriata’s sloppy seconds sleeping in my bed, now go to your own room,” I huff, slamming my head down on my pillow for emphasis.

Azriel scoffs, “This is about Cressida?” he asks in disbelief.

“Oh good for you, you’re on a first name basis with the oh so perfect princess,” I say donning the same mocking tone I used to Cassian.

“You do know that you’re also a Princess,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“So I’ve heard,” I roll my eyes, moving my shoulder away from him. “Now get out.”

“Y/n, I didn’t sleep with her,” Azriel says, pressing another kiss to my shoulder.

“Yeah right,” I scoff.

“She did try, but I told her I was seeing someone,” he continued kissing my arm.

“Oh really?” I sneer.

“Yes my love,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be with me, I thought you just wanted to fuck me,” I grumble trying not to enjoy his lips on my body.

“I never said that,” he states and I can feel his agitation.

“Well you didn’t not say it either, what am I supposed to think when I only see you at night?” I argue.

“Fine, I’ll admit it, I was scared.” he grumbled, moving to lean back on the pillows.

I sit up to face him and find him pressing the heels of his hands into his forehead like he has the largest migraine to ever be known to man.

“Scared of what?” I scoff in disbelief. He was Azriel, my spymaster and a shadowsinger. I had seen his fierceness on a battlefield countless times, seen him slaughter enemies of my court. What could possibly scare him?

“I was scared that one day you’d wake up and realize what I truly am, a lowborn nobody. You’re a princess for gods sakes y/n. The most beautiful woman in Prythian. You should be with a prince like Varian, not me. And even though I knew that I couldn’t stay away from you. You smell so good and your skin is so soft and the way you look at me sometimes? It would’ve taken all seven High Lords to keep me from your bed, especially when you invite me to it so willingly. I was scared that if we made our relationship something more than just pleasure that you would realize that, and that’s a blow I couldn’t handle.” Azriel confessed, finally ripping his hands off his forehead to stare at the ceiling.

“Azriel I-”

“It’s okay you don’t have to say anything,” he sighed, getting out of bed.

“Az,” I plead, but he keeps walking.

“Azriel stop!” I scream not the request of a lover, but the order of a princess. I see his wings twitch as he stops moving, still not turning to meet my eye.

“Azriel I love you,” I confess.

He whips around to meet my eyes, using his years of reading people to try and decipher whether or not I’m telling the truth. He finds no trace of a lie and before I know it he’s standing over the bed and bringing his lips to mine. His knees sink to the bed and I use his off balance to push him down into the pillows so I can straddle his lap.

“Do you mean it?” he asks as I lean back to look at him, his eyes blown out and on cloud nine.

“I’ve loved you for years Az, just ask my brother. When I thought you didn’t want to do anything but bed me my heart was broken, but I was willing to take whatever I could get.” I explained.

“You have all of me y/n, you always will,” he smiles, leaning up to kiss me. “But I’m still mighty jealous of all those lipstick prints, especially the ones I saw on Cassian.” he smirks against my skin.

“I think I can make it up to you,” I smile before reaching over to my bedside table to retrieve the lipstick from my discarded clutch. I keep our eyes locked as I put the cherry red color all over my lips and I swear I feel his cock twitch under me.

I lean down to leave a kiss on his cheek, then his forehead, his jaw, his chin and then I give the other side of his face the same treatment. I move my lips down either side of his neck earning a low groan from him. I smile and continue my assault all over his bare chest and shoulders.

“Fuck y/n,” he moans and I can tell he’s trying not to flip me over and pound me into the mattress.

I leave lipstick marks all over his abs and when I reach his boxers I pull the waistband down just enough to leave a kiss right above his aching cock.

“Fuck this I need to be inside you,” he grunts and I’m quickly being hauled up by my arms and tossed on my back. Within moments he slams his cock inside me.

“Oh fuck Azriel!” I scream, raking my nails down his back.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping as Azriel thrusts inside me at a brutal pace. Both seeking his own pleasure and to claim.

“Your turn Princess,” he smirks before sucking the skin of my neck into his mouth. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer to me as his teeth sink into my neck.

“Azriel,” I breathe into his ear and he spurs his hips even faster. I feel him leave a light lick soothing the skin he bit into.

“Mine,” he growls before leaning back to admire his work. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders to hit me even deeper making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Azriel!” I scream practically in subspace.

“That’s right Princess, let everyone know who owns this little pussy,” he grins with male pride.

“Yours Az all yours,” I breathe, unable to find my words.

“Good girl,” he says before reaching down to rub circles into my clit. The sudden sensation is enough to have me arching my back and cumming on his cock, a string of curses and his name falling off my lips.

Azriel continues thrusting into me seaking his own pleasure before spilling into me with a moan that practically shakes the doors. His head burrows into my neck and I run my hands through his hair pressing kisses to his face. I look up at him to see the lipstick marks all over him and I can’t help but laugh.

He rolls us to the side taking me with him so his cock is still inside me.

“Do you think Rhys is gonna kill me when he finds out?” Azriel asks jokingly but I can tell he’s genuinely wondering.

“Well he was pissed at Cassian but he got over it so I’d say we’re good,” I sigh tracing the lipstick marks left on his chest.

“Wait, you slept with Cassian?” he asks, stunned.

“Yeah like 105 years ago, you didn’t know?” I laugh.

“No I didn’t,” he says, throwing his arms around me and standing up making sure his cock doesn’t leave its spot nestled inside me.

“What are you doing?” I giggle playing with his hair as I feel my back hit the far wall of my room.

“Fucking you against Cassian’s bedroom wall,” he smirks kissing me deeply. “Gotta let him know we’re official now.”

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thehighladywrites · 3 months

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- “if it is so wrong, why does it feel so good?”

pairing: stalker/perv!azriel x reader, nesta, elain and feyre mentioned

summary: stalking and perving is azriel’s favorite activities. What happens when you finally drop the oblivious mask and confront him

warnings: dark content, stalking, perving (on literally everyone), breaking and entering, stealing panties, az having a darker side, getting turned on by your fear, az eating you out, reader being bold and hot as fuck omg,

amara’s note: okay this is very short bc it’s my first time writing a dark fic. Also i hope you like it and pls read the warnings.

Azriel knows he is some sort of sick freak. He knows he should resist his sinful glances at Feyre when she's cozied up on Rhysand's lap. He flexes a little extra just to spark Nesta's desires, fully aware of her fantasies. And as for Elain, well, let's just say he's playing a forbidden game of spying while she bends over to plant her greens.

Azriel's is extremely aware he shouldn't be harboring forbidden desires or indulging in the secret pleasure of stalking someone as seemingly innocent as yourself.

Azriel, the ultimate mastermind, keeps everyone guessing. Who would suspect the quiet, brooding and publicly respected spymaster to be a closeted perv and sick stalker? It's his most guarded secret hidden beneath the intimidating exterior.

Little does Azriel know, you're fully aware of his perverse behavior—his wandering eyes and spying shadows. It surprises you that no one has figured him out yet; after all, it seems quite apparent, doesn't it?

You don’t miss his lurking shadows following you around for hours. A regular fae would’ve missed it but not you. You’ve grown accustomed to him and his ways. You know him better than anyone else and you definitely know of his stalker tendencies.

Azriel believes he's smooth, avoiding outright ogling. Instead, he strategically glances at you during training with Cassian and while sharpening his weapons, subtly appreciating the way your body moves.

Pervert azriel walks up to you, complimenting your form, claiming while it’s good there’s something you need to fix. You don’t mind if he needs to grab your waist while fixing your pose right? And of course you’ll excuse him if he accidentally brushes against your boobs and ass. I mean he just wants to help you perfect your form!

He watches you walking through Velaris from the shadows, always hiding one of his shadows with you. He tells himself that he does it for your safety. Who knows, you might be attacked and he needs to be ready.

He absolutely doesn’t want to hear how much of a hypocrite he is for also stalking you in the safety of your home aswell.

Azriel steals your panties, silently breaking into your room as he looks through your drawers, skimming through the collection of panties. He promises himself it’s the last time, though he’s made the same pledge seven times before.

Azriel's stalking tendencies lead him to roam through your belongings, touching everything to become familiar with your world. He goes to your vanity, picking up your perfumes, and indulges in the forbidden pleasure of smelling the one thing he desires most—you.

Lying in your bed, his head on your pillow, he starts shifting in the sheets, inhaling more of your scent. He revels in the trespass and wrongness of being in your bed, knowing that you might catch a hint of his own scent lingering there, a twisted thought crossing his mind that it could confuse, frighten, or even arouse you.

His cock swells at the thought of you scared, heart beating fast, trying to place who the scent belongs to.

He looks around and finds one of your shirts on the bed and picks it up to his nose.

Then he does the one thing he swore he would never stoop to. He pulls out his already hard cock and strokes it while inhaling your scent from the shirt.

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He has timed you and learned your schedule hence why he now knows that you’ll be in the shower for the next twenty minutes, giving him the perfect opportunity for his perverse activities. He’ll pick up the laciest most intricate pair, keeping it in his room as some sort of trophy with the other stuff he has taken from you. No one can enter into his room anyways, it’s safe…

Pervert Azriel looks through the little crack in your door as you stand there posing infront of a mirror while wearing pretty much nothing. A lacy little lingerie set as you touch your body, hands traveling all over your tits, waist, ass then up through your hair as you spin around, admiring yourself.

You know Azriel is standing at your door, he isn’t really all that subtle with his hand down his pants as he jerks off at the sight of you.

It’s almost enough to make your eyes roll back into the back of your head, fucking gods, he’s pathetic.

You wanted to fuck him for the longest time. He could just ask you to fuck and you’d say yes yet here he is thinking he’s slick as he pervs on you. Even with all that in mind, there’s a sick, twisted adrenaline rush spreading through your body at the thought of the esteemed and highly respected spymaster doing something so dark and wrong like this.

“I know you're there, Az. Come out,” you say, a wicked smile forming on your face as you plot to utterly humiliate him.

His entire body freezes and Azriel cautiously emerges from the shadows, realizing he's been caught. You maintain that mischievous grin, ready to unleash your plan. The air thickens with anticipation as the confrontation unfolds.

“Az?”

He looks like he’s about to jump out of the nearest window as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Yes?”

“Why are you such a disgusting little pervert? Here I am trying on some clothes and you’re just perving on me. How do you think that makes me feel? I mean I could be super afraid and you wouldn’t have any remorse? Who does something like that?”

Azriel's face heats up at the mocking question, flushing as he tries to respond.

“Az, I asked you a question,” you assert, walking over to him. His embarrassment is palpable as he apologizes, rambling about not knowing what came over him, begging you not to tell anyone.

You already know the answer, and a knowing smile plays on your lips as he seeks forgiveness.

“You’ve done a very bad thing, Azriel. Bad people deserve to be punished. You of all people understand that, right?”

Pushing him back onto one of the sofas in your room, you creep closer, leaning over to whisper. Looking down at him, you place your hand on his cheek, letting your nails dig in a little.

“I think you deserved to be punished.”

Azriel's heart raced, fearing exposure for his hidden activities. Was this it? Would you punish him by revealing his actions to everyone?

Before he could plead for forgiveness, you stood up, walking back to your bed and beckoning him over with two fingers.

As he approached, ready to sit, you extended your leg, placing your foot on his stomach, halting him in his tracks..

“Not so fast,” you assert, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “The bed is reserved for me. You can kneel on the floor.”

Azriel complies, gracefully sinking to his knees. His gaze meets yours, his beautiful eyes revealing a mixture of submission and desire.

“You’re going to eat my pussy. If you manage to make me cum, I won’t tell anyone about your disgusting behavior, understand?”

He couldn't believe what was unfolding. Was he really about to taste you? About to experience the fantasy he'd daydreamed about every single day? He nods, but a disapproving tsk follows.

“I need more than a nod, Azriel. Do you understand?”

A quick, “Yes, I understand,” escapes his lips.

You can't help but smile at the swiftness of his compliance.

“That’s good. Now, I’ll be taking off my bra and panties and they’re very expensive and new so they better not go missing.”

Azriel affirms his understanding and then proceeds to drool over the way you slowly strip infront of him before you spread your legs and tell him to start.

He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge as he dips his head down to run his tounge up and down your slit, tasting you before playing with your clit.

You gasp in pleasure, letting out moans as your hands find their way to his hair, urging him to keep going.

Azriel’s hands dig into your thighs that are currently smushing his head. He decides to let you continue, telling himself that if he dies like this, he'd go down as the happiest person in history.

“T-that’s it, right there.”

A breathy moan escapes your lips as you feel two of his fingers enter you. Your hands grab his dark soft hair as he started pumping his fingers, relishing at the way your soaking cunt is squelching and squeezing him.

You whimper at the way his thick fingers strecth you out then curl against that secret spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You start to slowly fuck yourself on them, eager for more of him.

“You taste even better than I imagined, fuck.”

His desperate voice only spurred you on.

It doesn’t take much longer for that feeling to build up in your stomach, the tight cord eventually snapping. You squeeze and throb around his fingers as you cum hard, letting out whines and mumbles.

Azriel helps you ride out your high, memorizing every facial expression in case this is the last time you ever let him this close again.

He pulls out his fingers and lick them clean then goes back and licks your pussy clean.

You let out a giggle at the sight before you, casting him a look of fake sympathy as you pull yourself together.

“Well, look at that. Seems like I’ll be keeping your secret after all. I mean, what a shame to loose such a good little pussy eater, right? I might just keep you around.”

You beckon him to rise, tossing your underwear onto the sofa before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Glancing back at his flushed face and heavy breathing, you offer a secret smile.

“Who knows, next time I might even let you fuck me.”

Turning around, you leave him to his thoughts as the shower starts.

Azriel stands there for a moment, his desire evident. Unable to resist, he takes your panties and bra, always craving something of yours.

He promises to himself that he won't do it for an eighth time before hurrying back to his room, to finally help himself

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 month

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Hello there ! I'm such a big fan of your work and i wanted to know if you could please write about azriel x plus size reader (cause curvy Queens deserves that giant bat too) ? Maybe something about her having insecurities BC azriel IS surrounded by beautiful slim women and she think that hes's in love with one of them until they're in a fight and he confesse his love to reader. AT first she can't believe it but she goes to cassian who's like "are you seriously that blind? He loved you the moment he looked a you ???" And then you Can add Smut were he workships her, i won't be against it (only if you're confortable with it obviously)

Big thanks for all your work and i looove you !!

Sorry, this took a moment. 🫧🤍

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In a way, you always felt like a misfit. It wasn’t only because of your looks. If you were to be frank you didn’t nitpick at yourself till others started throwing comments here and there. Planting these tiny seeds in your brain. Ones that bloomed it obstructed your vision, altering it in ways that made you cower in the big crowds of people. Made you avoid parties. Made you blind to so many other things.

Your saving grace for a long while had been Azriel. A childhood best friend who had seen you at your worst and stuck through it. So you felt comfortable with him. And even if he wasn’t big on speaking or voicing his opinion. One thing he never missed was completing you. You had always brushed it off. He was a spymaster after all. So, what if he noticed that you colored your hair slightly? Or curled it in another way. Or that you bought a different style of dress. Or got a new perfume. Rhys paid him to be observant, right? It was that until he had sat you down by the river one evening. And blurted out that he liked you while falling over every other word.

“No, you don’t”, you had whispered. “What do you mean, no, I don’t?”, he had pulled back in confusion. “As friends yes but not like… romantically”, you shrugged. Considering that you had fully convinced yourself that he would never fall for you. Not when he could have anyone. “Yn, I know how I feel and so that means that I like you”, Azriel said more firmly as you let out a low laugh, “Why are you doing this?”, you moved to stand up. “Doing what? Yn, if you don’t feel…”, he had moved to stand up but you were already stepping back from him. “I saw you with Sybile by the fountain today, don’t play games with me because I’m an ugly duckling”, you had hissed at him. Leaving him standing there all confused.

And now for the past week, you had done everything to avoid him. Feeling your heart ache more and more now that he wasn’t there to lean on. So your days were spent mopping over the past as you looked out the window till it got pitch black and you forced yourself to crawl into bed.

“Okay, I physically cannot take any more of this”, Cassian had strolled into the house of wind. A box of your favorite pastries in one of his hands. “Then I don’t know why you are here”, you huffed turning away from him. “I’m here because I apparently having the biggest brain out of the two of you”, he chirped, turning your chair so you would face him. “I highly doubt it”, you crossed your arms over your chest as you looked up at him. The general only smirked, he was used to tough bickering with Nesta.

“I will put this very simply”, Cassian said before shoving a donut into his mouth. “Azriel had been an ass. You had been up here for the past week”, he said with crumbs falling from his mouth, making you grimace.

“Can’t you chew and…”, “Shh”, he waved a powdered sugar-covered finger at you. “Now… You know why all of that happened?”, he asked as if you were a toddler. “Yes, Cass, I know. We fought”, you grumbled. But the general only made a dissatisfied boo. “You two are like that because you like each other but your head is more up your ass than his was”, Cassian clicked his fingers.

“That is not true”, you argued, tearing a part of an apple tart. “What’s keeping you from saying yes to him?”, now this hit you harder than you thought, making you stare up at him for a split second. You knew there was no point in lying. This man would sense a lie before it had a chance to leave your mouth.

“I’m not his type”, you muttered under your breath, already feeling your insecurities bubbling. “I would call that bullshit”, Cassian leaned back. “Cass, he dated goddesses. Slim. Tall. Everything sculpted with so much effort”, you grunted, “And then look at me. Ass, tits, I ain’t no size zero”. Cassian tilted his head to the side, “I fail to see a single bad thing in the way you just described yourself”. “Not funny, Cassian”, you grumbled, “I am not making fun of you same goes for Azriel. Do you know that he had been planning to tell you for the last two months? And I caught him vomiting right after dinner because he was way too nervous”, each of the generals words hit you like a blow. Azriel had planned it? Wasn’t a wimp? Wasn’t just a joke. He wanted to… “He’s been an angry little cloud”, Cassian chuckled, “And I think you should take him out of his misery because I know that you feel the same”.

You practically ran through the townhouse. Slipping steps in your way as you rushed to Azriel’s office. Practically falling through the door. Azriel was out of his chair in a hurry. Worry is written all over his face. “Has something happened? Have you been hurt?”, he asked frantically looking you over. You probably didn’t look too put together now that you had run like a maniac to get to him. You shook his head, “I had to see you, had to apologize”, you breathed out, “for the river”. Azriel’s shoulders sagged, “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m not here trying to make you like me”. You let out a painful sigh, “Azriel but I do like you it’s just…”, your voice fell silent for a moment, “I just don’t see why you would like someone like me”, you muttered looking down on yourself.

Azriel frowned, “What is that supposed to mean?”. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, “Well, don’t you want someone like Sybile, a perfect blond with two symmetrical breasts and no…”, “I will stop you right here”, Azriel cut in, stepping closer to you, cupping your cheek. “If I wanted to cuddle a bag of bones, I would go to the cave up the mountain”, he pointed out, making your eyes shoot out, “Az”, hissed. “I love you first for who you are and you come with extra assets to love. Not that I look at your breast when you wash linens in the river or anything”, Azriel shrugged as you hit his chest playfully, “Pervert”, you muttered. Feeling your lips curve upwards slightly. “I don’t measure my love for you in your weight or looks. And even if I did, it would just mean that I have more love for you”, “When did you turn into such a sweet lovey boy?”, you tilted your head to the side before giving it a little shake. “Just found this picture-perfect girl, she kind of made me fall head over heels for her”, Azriel muttered, before leaning in to kiss you softly.

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 6 months

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Spymaster

Azriel's week: Day 2

Hosted by: @azrielappreciationweek

Word count: 1000+

Rhysand's claws gently knocked on your mind and you let him in. Could you come to my office for a sec, dear? he asked you.

I'm on my way, you answered and put the book aside. Claws left the feeling of soft caress on their way out.

You opened the door to Rhys' office just to be met with broad shoulders of Shadowsinger standing on the other side. " I know what my job is," you heard him say. Apparently they were discussing something important.

"Should I come later?" you peeked from behind him.

"No, Y/N," Rhys smiled. "It's about you, too. The answer to our request came from Day Court in the morning. You can go and use their library."

"That's great. Thank you. I will prepare and go first thing in the morning," you smiled, too, and you looked to where Azriel stood. You hadn't seen him since the day you visited your parents. Corners of his mouth lifted up in tight smile.

"Okay, so it's set," Rhysand nodded. "I almost forgot. Azriel here will go with you. He will keep you safe."

You wanted to object, but you knew it would be useless. He had already made up his mind. "Fine," you gave him nervous smile. "So.. I'm going to prepare." And with that you left.

Next morning you found Azriel waiting in front of your room, silently leaning to the wall with hands in pockets. "Ready?" he asked instead of greeting. You nodded.

Shadowsinger pushed off of the wall and led you to the roof. He took a look around and exhaled deeply before turning to you. He gave you tight smile and reached out to you. Startled you backed few steps. His eyes narrowed on you, studying your face, then he grinned. "We won't fly all the way to Day Court. Once we get out of the wards we will winnow." You teased your lower lip with teeth.

"I know. You just surprised me." Azriel huffed.

"So can we now?" he cocked head to the side offering you scarred hand in black glove. You hesitantly accepted it.

When you arrived to Day Court, you were greeted by Helion himself. You thanked him and handed over letter from Rhysand. After that you went straight to the library. You already knew which books you needed to obtain the information you were looking for, so you assumed it would take you max two days and you could head back home.

Azriel was still with you, walking few steps behind and like some bodyguard eyeing anybody who got too close, but when you sat down with the first book, he disappeared somewhere.

You so immersed yourself in the reading that you didn't notice that it was already evening and all scholars and librarians had left.

"How is it going?" deep night-kissed voice hummed next to your ear and you jumped up. Azriel was leaning over you, looking at the page you were reading. You didn't hear him come.

You shakily exhaled. "Fine. I think I need one more day and we can return."

"You don't need to hurry," his brows furrowed and fingers drummed on the table.

"I know," you pointed to a pile of written papers. "But I'm almost done."

Azriel's eyes searched your face and his lips pulled into thin line, obviously thinking about something. Then he leaned so close that his lips tickled your ear. "I need you to extend it," he whispered.

Frozen in place you swallowed hard. "Why?" you whispered back.

"Not now and definitely not here. We should go to our rooms anyway," he looked around, his voice grave. You put the book you were reading back to the shelf and followed Shadowsinger back to the palace.

Helion gave you bedrooms connected by small resting room with comfortably looking armchairs placed around the fireplace and round dining table for two. Servant brought you dinner shortly after you stepped into the room.

"It seems that somebody from Autumn Court is here looking for something and Rhysand wants to know what Beron is after. I followed them all day, but I'll need time to find out more." You nodded slowly.

You were waiting patiently for Azriel to explain why he asked you to play for time, but he still didn't say a single word, possibly forgetting all about it. You couldn't take it any longer and while the two of you were eating alone, you asked him about it. He didn't answer right away, probably waiting for his shadows to check out the place.

"What about Helion?"

"He had no idea they are here. Rhysand explained everything in the letter you gave him, but he can't interfere. At least not directly. So will you help me now?"

"Of course. I will try to extend our stay as long as possible."

"Thank you," he gave you small smile, his fingers brushed over your knuckles making your heartbeat speed up. Blushing fiercely you pretended to be preoccupied with the food and after that you retired to your bedroom.

Three days passed since you promised Azriel to postpone your return for as long as possible. You spent your days in library while Azriel spied on Autumn Court's people and gathered information that could possibly save a lot of lives in the future. You felt so small, useless and unimportant compared to him.

Usually Azriel walked you to the library in the morning and came to pick you up in the evening, but it was getting quite late and he hadn't appeared yet. Therefore you decided to return on your own. He most likely knew about your every step anyway, so he shouldn't have problem finding you.

You walked through city heading back to the palace while enjoying fresh evening air and looking at windows of already closed shops. You didn't notice you were followed. Not until they attacked you, putting some cloth bag on your head.

"Your spy foiled our lord's plans and now someone has to pay for it, but it won't be us," you heard them as they dragged you to who knows where. You tried to fight them, to scream, but there had to be something in that bag because soon enough you began to feel nauseous and passed out.

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stargirlie25 · 3 months

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Make it make sense..

I just don´t understand some e/riels logic.....

Like one day, Azriel is Elains mate because he figured out her power and cleared the murky realm she was in.

Another day he is a good protective boyfriend for saying the whole ´´There is an innate darkness that Elain should not be exposed to´´'and that was previously because she got kidnapped due to her powers.

Another day Lucien is a horrible man for saying ´´good´´ after feyre mentioned there has been no sign of her powers even though he originally asked how she was doing not anything to do with her powers.

Apparently that´s bad behavior because Elain should embrace that power. Although when someone mentions how Elain can get uneasy because of it, they say ´´Well she´s going to be stuck with it forever so its best to embrace it´´

BUT Azriel should forever hide his power because he apparently feels better without it?

One day its ´´The bonus chapter isnt even important because not everybody has access to it!´´

Although another day, the bonus chapter thats so useless reveals lightsinger powers for one of the key people in ACOSF? The optional bonus reveals that a character lured in Azriel and has a dangerous spell on him?!

One day its, oh my gosh forbidden love!

Another day its Elain has a choice and she should not be forced into anything!

But she should be Azriels hidden f-toy? She should be forced to that position even though he isnt ever going to be satisfied with her because he wants a mate?

Or its, Elain does not owe Lucien anything! BUTTTT she deserves to give Azriel her time and hide in the darkness with him and play out his fantasies (only thing he wants) even though he refers to her as ´´The thrid´´. Even though SHE HERSELF gave back the necklace out of her own choice. (something e/riels always disrespect and never notice)

Ugh mates are boring! We want rejected mates!

Or its, E/riel are actually mates because Az can smell the bond.

They are mates because Azriel thought so!

Like Elain is literally a conspiracy theory to Azriel miss maam

Or, Elain made a deal with koschei to be Azriels mate.

Its forbidden love!

No its the whole ´´The boy who never got chosen and the girl who never had the option to chose´´

Elain is the light to Azriels darkness!

Wait no Elain is the light IN the darkness!

(Azriels shadows shy away from light and he trains at night and Elain is a light who needs light and chases away darkness)

Death and life!

(Makes sense because the NC sucks the LIFE from her and obviously death can restore it?)

Elain can´t be highlady of the day court!

Yeah because shes totally going to be High lady of the dusk court with Az..

There is nothing wrong with Elains hobbies! (gardening and baking)

Elains going to be the spymaster of the night court because she keeps secrets about a pregnancy and she will wield a dagger it all times!

She will be the savior of Illyria! (Never trained a day in her life)

Stop trying to change Gwyn for a man and try to say shes a spy (even though she literally was spying in the BR like Az was doing at the same time) However Elain can be a spy because she is foreshadowed to be!

Also Elain is foreshadowed to be taking private lessons with Azriel (Gwyn already does. Canon)\

Luciens gifts to Elain prove that he views her as a breakable docile flower but Azriel basic necklace proves that he sees her for the bada$$ she is? (got that from @lorcanisdabest thought it was funny haha)

Azriel feeling insecure and unworthy of being near Elain because of his TRAUMA means nothing! Elain can fix him! Although Gwynriel isnt happening because they were reminded of Gwyns past (which they were both present for) for a HEARTBEAT WHICH IS LITERALLY 0.8 SECONDS AND THAT MEANS THEY CANT THINK OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN THAT AND THAT´S TOXIC!!!!!!

E/riel are mates because a smile bloomed on Azriels face in regards to Elain.

Although its just normal that a smile bloomed on elain face (AFTER HER DAD DIED WHO SHE WAS CLOSEST to) in regards to Lucien. Like thats just clown sh!t.

Amren said Az was underestimating Elain but we should not take her word for it because it was not Azriels (even though thats the only canon piece of what sjm provided on what Azriel could have been doing) BUT we should take feyres word on Elain and Azriel everytime!

There is so much more crap E/riels say but that would take FOREVER. All im saying is that to make your content consistent. Stick to one plot and make it make sense.

Something i have seen with Eluciens and gwynriels is that we have a solid idea on the romantic part for our ships and it stays consistent.

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isa-beenme · 9 months

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Velar is citizen with azriel?

The requests are ending and I'm DESPERATE

There's only one more someone help me, send something, ANYTHING, doesn't even need to be from the bingo 😭😭😭😭😭

I don't think I have enough creativity to think alone with my own head

This one is small but so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 azzie's shadows 🥺😭😭😭😭 I would date him just to play with his shadows honestly

Golden

Azriel strolled through the vibrant streets of Velaris, his usual calm demeanor slightly disrupted by the bustling energy surrounding him. Everything has been peaceful since the official end of what they called the "Age of Terror" and the defeat of a great part of their enemies. Despite the happiness that overflowed him, Azriel somehow missed all the agitation and the danger. Not that he didn't have anything to do, but the number of missions that requested his presence started to short as time flew.

Without the mess and agitation, he wanted to settle down as his brothers did, find someone to love and to live a quiet and peaceful life with, or the closest a spymaster could get on that topic. This proved itself to be the hardest thing he ever did in his life since his options were scarce. Everyone seemed to fear him or not even interested in anything but his dick.

As he neared his favorite coffee shop he noticed a little commotion on the front door. The shop was a quaint little place tucked away amidst the city, not very known by the population but definitely worth every penny he spent. It didn't take long for him to notice a sign that read "New Barista". Apparently, this new person brings a new wave of interested people to the store. He couldn't help but be happy since he knew the owner was an old lady that didn't want much but to see his clients happy.

Curiosity sparked within him, and he decided to step inside, intrigued by the idea of someone fresh in the city, something that became common since the war stopped and thousands of people from every court went to Velaris searching for a better place to start their lives. The moment he walked through the door, his eyes found you. A young female with captivating eyes and a smile that seemed to light up the room was the best way to describe Azriel's first impression.

You stood behind the counter, diligently preparing orders for the eager customers at the same time you kept a conversation with each of them, always looking interested in whatever they were saying. Azriel took a moment to observe you, admiring the grace with which you moved around the shop, an effortless charm evident in every gesture. It was in that instant that he knew he had to get to know you, to uncover the stories that lingered behind those enchanting eyes.

Summoning all his courage, Azriel approached the counter, his voice steady but laced with a hint of nervousness.

-Good afternoon - He greeted, offering a polite smile.

-Oh, hello there. What can I get you? - You turned around to see him, slightly shocked by him. Everything in his appearance looked so… perfect. It was almost scary.

-Just the usual for me, please - He asked, already taking off the coins to pay. You didn't move an inch, smiling at him as if it was funny. It took him some moments until he realized his mistake - Of course. I'm sorry, you're new here. Uhm, a regular black coffee, that's all.

-Okay then, a regular black coffee it is - You said, already starting to prepare his order.

-I couldn't help but notice you're new here - You stopped what you were doing, looking at him with a confused expression. He looked back at you, before realizing his second mistake of the day - I mean, new in the city. I never saw you around - Your eyes met his for the briefest of moments before you returned to work, a big smile on your face.

-Yes, I am. Just moved to Velaris a few weeks ago. It's been quite an adventure so far - Intrigued, Azriel leaned against the counter, eager to engage in a conversation, watching to stop himself from making another mistake.

-Velaris is a wonderful city, there are a lot of things to do. Have you had the chance to explore much of it yet? - You paused again, quite shocked by his sudden interest.

-Not as much as I'd like. Any recommendations? - You asked with a playful glint in your eyes, testing his intentions.

-Well, there's a hidden garden not far from here, tucked away from good part of the prying eyes - Azriel's lips curled into a mischievous smile, getting closer to you as if to whisper a secret - With prying eyes I mean my family. They are quite the gossipers - You couldn't help but laugh, the coffee quickly forgotten on the counter.

-I thought you being the spymaster would be the biggest font of the gossips - He almost looked offended if it wasn't for the smile that started to grow on his face.

-I never said I wasn't, it doesn't mean I want them prying on my business - You felt your cheeks reddening as you took in his words, understanding that you would be one of his business - About the garden, it's quite a beauty in this season if you allow me to say. Would you care to accompany me there one evening? - Your eyes widened with surprise, a deep blush painting your cheeks now.

-That sounds... lovely. I'd be thankful if you showed me - You turned back at your work before your colleague gets the opportunity to get mad at you for not working - Okay, I think that's it. A regular black coffee for the Shadowsinger - He took the cup from your hand and made a little bow, making you chuckle a little. He took a sip of it and started to turn around, but he stopped in the middle of the way and came back to the counter.

-I'm sorry, but I think there is something wrong with my order - He gave the cup back to you and you felt your heart beat faster. If your first mistake was with him your career could be done. And maybe your date too.

-What is wrong? I can fix it - You gestured to the cup, ready to throw it away and make a new one.

-I'm sure you can fix it. It's just that is missing your name in the cup - You stopped middle way, looking at him in disbelief as his smile took over his whole face, making him look even more beautiful than before - It's unfair that you know who I am and I only know that you're the pretty fae that makes a delicious coffee.

-Okay, you got me there - Your cheeks were already hurting from smiling so much, still in disbelief at his attitude - You can't ask your shadows, anyway?

-Well, I can. And they already know. But if I ask you then I have a reason to hear you talk - You wrote it all down in his cup and gave it back. He read it and turned the cup to you, lots of words written down but any was your name. His eyes asked you a silent question.

-My address. So you can pick me up and take me to the garden. You can ask my name there - You smiled brightly at him, calling for the next customer.

You exchanged one last look before Azriel leaves the coffee shop with a newfound happy pace in his step. He couldn't help but feel that this meeting was something special, the start of something he couldn't quite take place yet. His shadows poked him in his cheek, which was still locked in a big smile.

-What? You never saw me flirting? - He asked to the smoke around him. The little beasts surround him as if they were laughing - I just don't do it often. But you can see that it worked.

The shadows once again moved in laughter, making him groan in frustration before taking another sip of his coffee. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this every day.

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princess-tulip-writes · 1 year

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Sharing is caring • Mor x reader x Azriel

“Is she always this much of a whore?” Mor chuckled to her friend and your mate, Azriel, as she watched you wiggle your ass for her fingers.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” He replied, amused by how easily you seemed to adjust to someone new to play with.

His pride was hurt slightly, but he’d figure that out later. Right now his attention was one you, and the way your pussy lips glistened with sweet, sweet wetness.

“Is that so?” Mor purred to herself before leaning over the bed and placing her lips to your ear. “Would I be surprised by the slutty things you’ve done, dove?”

Azriel watched from behind, admiring to way your pussy clenched around nothing as the older female cooed filth at you, snaking her hand down your arched back and stopping on your ass, grabbing a handful to expel a moan from your pretty lips.

The sound of your whimper made Mor’s velvet lips upturn into a feline grin, and she palmed your ass once more, earning another soft whine from you.

“Such a nice ass, baby.” She moaned. “You like it when I play with it, gorgeous?”

Before you could response, your mate answered for you.

“She likes any kind of attention. Like I told you, she’s a fucking whore.”

The blonde rolled her eyes at his tone toward her. She moved your hair to the side before peppering open mouthed kisses to the hot skin.

“Isn’t that right, bunny?” He asked you, his voice softer.

Mor made note to the soft spot he had for you, and planned to use it to her advantage tonight. Watching the shadowsinger break because of you would be very entertaining to watch.

“Y-yes, sir.” You stuttered out, your whole body tingling from the special attention from the bombshell leached to you.

Azriel tilted his head and quirked a brow, unsatisfied with your answer apparently.

“Tell us what you are.”

You swallowed thickly, you mind blank from the way Mor sucked hickies on your sensitive neck, gathering the words on your tongue nervously as his gaze darkened. Pissing him off was not in your plans for the night.

“A whore. I’m a whore, sir.”

The sensational suckling halted, as you almost let out a whine from the loss of contact but you knew better. Azriel would jump at the chance of spanking the ungrateful out of you, especially now.

“Just ‘sir’? What about me?” Mor pouted to you, a cute jut of her bottom lip adoring her face to farther make you melt— it worked.

“I-I’m a whore, ma’am. I’m sorry for forget-oh!”

Without warning, the hand that had been groping your ass cheek, slipped between your plush thighs and pressed to your clit gently, her long nails grazing your sensitive folds.

“Do you really think she deserves that, Mor?”

Her hazel eyes snapped from your gasping face to the spymaster in the corner, sending him a deep glare his way for being so cruel. Maybe she was wrong about the soft spot after all… or maybe he’s just a prick.

“It’s my turn to play with her, I’ll give her whatever I see fit.”

Her gaze switched back to you before her fingers rolled softly over your bundle of nerves, smiling in delight as your arms gave out under you and your ass arched higher in the air.

“And if you criticize my rules again,” she shot him another glare, one more harsh and violent than the last. “You will leave. Got that, Azriel?”

Your mate scoffed but mumbled an agreement anyway, grumbling to his shadows about how unfair this was, you were his mate. But, nonetheless, he backed down and enjoyed the show.

“Good. Now shut up and watch as I make our pretty princess cum.”

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witch-and-her-witcher · 15 days

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eluzriel | E | essentially pwp but there's some espionage and getting together, rotating POVs

There are secrets Elain's lovers have been keeping from the rest of the Night Court, but some truths Elain simply didn't disclose that come to light during her first intercontinental spy mission to Rask - such as reaching a decision about maintaining casual relationships separately, or perhaps committing to something bigger.

When both Azriel and Lucien are sent after Elain to ensure her safety, everything comes out in the open.

ao3 | chapters 7-9/16

For @polyacotarweek. Thank you @popjunkie42 and @climbthemountain2020 for betaing!!! <3

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What level of hell has Lucien descended into?

Perched on a windowsill in Elain’s perfectly comfortable inn suite — with her other lover and the unoccupied body of her wraith partner. It’s not that he isn’t familiar with odd situations, he has begged, borrowed and performed ridiculous feats to earn his way into more courts than another living fae can claim, but this …

Living hell. Yes.

Azriel’s wings open and snap shut irritatingly for the third time in just as many minutes. For a male who prides himself on his enigmatic presence, his feelings towards Lucien’s presence are practically screaming at him.

“Should I call for some tea? Some poppy, perhaps, for that nervous tick?”

“Shut up.”

Lucien scoffs. “Are you going to play the jealous male act, then? How predictable. How boring.”

The look the Shadowsinger cuts him is nothing short of murderous. Lucien cocks a brow, challenging the male for a worthy rebuttal.

“Because playing the hot headed mate is more original?”

Touche.

But Lucien won’t give Azriel the win. Instead, he straightens up, drawing to his full height and impressing his russet eye on the shadow wreathed Illyrian. “It seems to have worked out for me in the end, didn’t it?”

“Is that all you care about? Seeking your own pleasure? Is it worth the potential harm it could bring down on Elain if her cover is blown?”

“We both know it wasn’t my own pleasure that was met,” Lucien purrs, lupine smile curling his lips. “Twice.”

“She’ll never want you for anything serious,” snarls Azriel. The temperature in the room seems to drop with the cold promise of death entering the doily and tapestry decorated interior. “She loathes the mating bond.”

As if Lucien isn’t aware of the validity of both of those statements. His metal eye whirrs, trying to keep up with the hectic movements of the shadows as they become jittery with their master’s anger. That is surprising, he’s never seen this flustered side of Azriel before.

Why is he so damn agitated? While they hadn’t been forced in close proximity outside of strict Night Court business affairs and the occasional dinner, it isn’t as if Elain’s lack of exclusivity is a secret —

Oh.

Has Elain really been so vague all of this time with the spymaster? It makes sense, the lack of conflicts now …

“You didn’t know,” Lucien says, the realization dawning on him. “She didn’t tell you that we … Oh, wicked, wicked, Elain. That is certainly inhumane to a male with an ego as large as yours.” Which … Lucien lets his gaze track downwards. “Not that it’s the only large thing about you. Unlike you, apparently, she has told me what she enjoys about the time you both spend together —”

“Stop.”

“Are you uncomfortable, Shadowsinger?”

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autumnshighlady · 1 year

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I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 9)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: you get an unexpected visitor

warnings: the usual IC slander, Cassian slander

word count: 4.2k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: this is super short and rushed but I wanted to post it so I can get to work on the solstice chapter since so much happens! also none of this is proofread haha

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8

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Several weeks had passed since Nesta returned from the mountains. Since then, Nesta had spent several nights in your bed. Not for sex, like she had with Cassian, but for comfort. The two of you were content to lay there, limbs entangled and simply happy to just be holding each other again. Your sheets had begun to smell like Nesta, which would have been a problem a few months ago but thankfully was nothing to worry about now.

Azriel had never come to your room, nor Cassian. Despite training every day with the spymaster, he always let you meet him in the training room rather than fetching you himself. He seemed too busy to be worrying about monitoring you and Nesta nowadays. You imagined that was likely due to Braillyn, the High Lord running his spymaster ragged with missions to extract any information he could on the situation. He still probably had an eye on you, but not as much as before – especially after your public talk with Nesta during that day of training.

Where you stood with Nesta was still a bit of a mystery to you. Not a day went by where you did not think of her lips on your own after she returned from the mountains, but you knew that whatever she had with Cassian was unresolved. The hurt and longing was evident in his eyes as he interacted with Nesta during training. She had stopped giving into his advances, and had apparently explained that after everything that happened she needed time to heal before jumping into bed with him again. She told you as much, recounting how the Illyrian general was confused and hurt, but respected his wishes. But that did not stop him from casting those longing gazes at her during training.

You cared about Nesta more than you had cared about anyone ever before. You felt it deep in your chest, that song that echoed and filled the hollow void in your heart whenever the female was in your presence. Whenever she kissed you, the two of you clung onto each other as if you’d slip away into dust at any moment. But there was no discussing whatever feelings you two had for each other – the thought of bringing it up scared you, made you worry that she’d put up those walls she’d perfected for so many years at the prospect of opening her heart up. She still cared about Cassian and did not want to hurt him, and something between them was still lingering. You could feel it, but never pressed the issue. Once plans were set in motion to get out, you could figure things out.

Spending time with Gwyn and Emerie had become a light in the darkness of the Night

Court. The two females brought a smile to your face, getting along with you quite easily as if you had known each other since birth. Gwyn was quieter, but shared your passion for history and learning. Her teal eyes would brighten whenever you asked her about her work, leading to a ramble about some development or idea that you were more than happy to listen to. Emerie was bolder, sharing your sense of humour and sarcasm. You were scolded several times by Cassian or Azriel during training for breaking out into laughter, unable to help the glances you exchanged.

Today, Nesta had gone to the Prison with Cassian in search of the Harp. She had been reluctant to go, especially given how awkward it would be with Cassian given she had halted their tumbles in the sheets. But it remained part of your plan, for you and Nesta to seemingly cooperate with the Night Court enough for at least one of you to gain access to communicating with Eris in private to figure out an escape plan. Your training with Azriel was going well, despite his short temper and distracted mind these days, but you knew that Nesta was the one they were more likely to trust. So far they trusted her enough to tell her about Braillyn and the Troves, as well as join in on Cassian’s meeting with the Autumn Prince. All you two had to do was figure out a way to make a plan with Eris on how to get you out. Despite his reputation as a cruel, cunning male, you were aware he knew enough about politics to be able to figure out how to get you and Nesta to Autumn without starting a war.

Your fate would lay partially in the hands of Eris Vanserra, a thought that made you a bit uneasy. But your leverage on him was strong enough you tried not to let it bother you.

Sitting on the edge of the bench on the back balcony, you flipped the page of the book you were attempting to read. It was from Emerie, and normally you’d have devoured it overnight but the stress of your plan was distracting you. There were a million things that could go wrong, and they replayed every night in your head. The cool breeze from the mountains did nothing to soothe your racing thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A sly voice you’d recognize anywhere caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. The book fell out of your hands, your page lost and forgotten. You spun around, met with the tall, lean form of Eris a few feet away. His hands were in his pockets, a casual stance as if he wasn’t just standing in the middle of a fortress he definitely should not have been able to get to.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You demanded, quickly scanning your surroundings to see if any lingering servants were watching. “If anyone sees you–”

Eris’ snort interrupted you. “Better tell your spymaster to train you harder if you didn’t see me coming,” He said. “If you’re this bad at scanning your surroundings then you won’t last long on your next mission.”

“There better be a good reason…” Your voice trailed off as his last sentence sunk in. “Wait, what did you just say?”

A red eyebrow was raised, green eyes wide with mock surprise. The arrogant bastard titled his head. “Oh my, he hasn’t told you has he?”

Your blood ran cold, a sense of dread creeping in. Azriel had been so distracted the past few weeks, you thought it was only because of his missions. Like a fool, you hadn’t bothered to try and figure out why, simply content to take his distraction for granted. You stood up, hands curling into fists as you met Eris’ gaze with your own.

“What hasn’t he told me, Eris?” Your voice was quiet and cold like a winter’s chill, frost creeping in to slowly consume the life in front of it.

“That you’re going to be sent to the continent to spy on Braillyn for Rhysand.”

The world around you seemed to stop, even the howling wind. Your mouth was dry, and you felt sick. While training had been going well, you weren’t stupid and neither were Rhysand or Azriel – you wouldn’t last more than a few days on a mission outside Prythian, let alone on the heavily guarded territory that the mortal queen resided in. It was basically a death sentence, a quiet way for Rhysand to get rid of you entirely.

“How do you know?” You managed to croak out.

Eris shrugged. “At my last meeting Rhysand a few weeks ago explained he had an asset he would be sending to the continent to spy on Braillyn for us. He didn’t say who, but it took Azriel maybe three seconds to figure out he was referring to you. He tried to object, and say you were not remotely ready, but Rhysand simply ordered him to make you ready.”

Part of you didn’t want to hear the rest, but you pushed anyway. “Ready for when?”

“Right after the Winter Solstice.”

You sucked in a breath, exhaling shakily. Tears welled in your eyes and you quickly looked away, turning towards the balcony. Your trembling fingers gripped the cold railing as you fought to steady yourself.

“It’s a death sentence.” Your voice was quiet. “I wouldn’t last more than a day there. Azriel knows it and so does Rhysand. But he wants to send me there anyway, knowing I probably won’t come back. He thinks I don’t know about any of their plans with the Troves, so I won’t have any information to give up to them if they catch me. I’m disposable...”

Your voice trailed off again, and you stared blankly at the mountains in the distance. Suddenly a realization struck you at the timing of it all. “Oh my god…” You muttered.

“What is it?” Eris asked, coming to stand next to you on the balcony.

“When did you say this meeting was?”

“A few weeks ago. Maybe four, why?”

You sucked in a breath. “Because that’s around the time Cassian likely reported to Rhys that Nesta and I had made up and were friends again.”

A few seconds of silence echoed around you until Eris sighed. “Unfortunately, my dear, I am not surprised.” He said, tapping a slender finger on the railing. “He saw the strength of the unity you two had at that dinner party and how together, you were not afraid to challenge him. Eliminating any bonds Nesta might have with those who could go against him? It’s cruel, but smart. If you were anyone else I’d approve.”

His words sounded like he was underwater. “Azriel…” Anger seeped into your voice again. “He knew. He’s known for weeks and he said nothing. Why? Why not tell me what I’m training for?”

Eris scoffed, turning around and resting his back on the railing before turning to look down at you. “Probably because he has slightly more brains than the rest of those brutes and knew that you’d throw a fit and run for the hills if you found out.”

“Why….” Was all you could repeat as the ache sunk in. You didn’t fully trust Azriel, but he had a history of advocating for you. When Amren belittled you at the River House, he had stepped in to defend you. Not once had the shadowsinger done anything to make you resent him. He had been respectful, and quiet – no taunting or sugar coating things.

But this proved what you had known deep down, that at the end of the day, Azriel’s leash would always be in the hands of his High Lord. A single tear fell down your cheek, brushed away by a chilly breeze.

“So I have until the Winter Solstice before he sends me away, unless we can figure out how to get us out of here?” You said, voice hollow.

“Correct.” Eris nodded. “And I’ve been working on that. I keep my word, little fox. And that is why I am here.”

You cleared your throat, wiping away any wetness on your cheeks and regained your composure. “So tell me then.” You said, trying to push down the anger at Azriel churning in your gut.

“I have been invited to the Winter Solstice celebration in the Hewn City,” Eris began. “No doubt because he’s worried I am shaken by Tamlin discovering our alliance and wants to remind me of our agreement. I also suspect he will want to use Nesta to dangle in front of me and imply that I could possibly have her if I remain loyal. It’ll be a courtesy for me to dance with a lady of the Night Court, and Nesta is their most likely candidate.”

You balked. “They want to use Nesta as bait like a piece of meat?”

“Yes. Don’t sound so surprised. I’m not. Rhysand is an asshole but he’s smart. I plan on asking for Nesta’s hand in marriage at the ball.”

Marriage? You mind whirled at the prospect and you tried to ignore the jealousy that formed in your gut. It was drastic, but you could see where he was coming from…

“You plan to ask in public to back him into a corner,” You said slowly. “So that he has to say yes unless he wants to be seen by the other High Lords as another male who thinks the women of his court belong to him.”

Eris scoffed again. “Believe me, most members of his court wouldn’t bat an eye at that. Or mine, to be frank. But it would make him look bad to imply an offering and then back out of it. Everything is about image with him, and marrying Nesta to me would be very advantageous to him.”

You sighed, fiddling with your cold fingers. “He won’t say yes,” You pointed out. “Nesta is his mate’s sister, he hates her but Feyre would hate having Nesta in a different court. He’ll make up some reason why he can’t.”

“I never said it was a perfect plan.” Eris quipped, rolling his eyes. “You are right, he could very well refuse. But I don’t think he’ll go that route, unless his mate throws a fit over it. Given he seems to be all about choice I imagine he’ll say it’s up to Nesta. If she says yes, I can take her in Autumn at the end of the Night.”

You pondered his words. Out of all the ways to get out of autumn, this was one of the last ways you’d expect it to happen. But an opening was an opening, and you weren’t sure if you’d get another chance. Especially not if you were in the human lands on the continent.

“Do it.” You said, turning to meet Eris’ green eyes as he stared down at you, the usual smirk that played at his lips absent. “What?”

“There’s another flaw with the plan, my dear.” The prince said, more softly. “I have yet to figure out a way to take you with us.”

Your heart dropped, not having thought about that part. He was right – asking for Nesta’s hand in marriage was bold enough as it is, and left no room to make demands such as bringing you along. But it meant Nesta would get out at least.

“It’s ok.” You said quietly. “Just get her out of there. We’ll figure something else out for me.”

“My dear…” Eris shook his head and stepped closer before you cut him off.

“Just do it, Eris.” You said firmly. He stared down at you, brows furrowed and no trace of his usual arrogance.

“You love Nesta, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yes, I think I do.”

“Then I shall do my best to get you both out, but I can assure you that I can at least get Nesta to Autumn for sure.”

“Thank you, Eris.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, saying nothing. Something akin to sadness, maybe pity, swam in those emerald green eyes like he was seeing right through you.

“I would be marrying the female you love.” Eris said quietly.

You gulped. “Yes, but if it meant she was out of Rhysand’s hands… that’s all I want for her.”

Eris hummed, red hair blowing in the wind. “Love is a powerful thing, my dear. I think this will work out in the end.”

“I hope so.”

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A few hours after Eris left, Nesta had returned. Her leathers were coated in blood and grime, hair pulled loose from its braid. She looked exhausted, and you shot up from the couch, once again abandoning Emerie’s book and racing over.

“What the hell happened?” You exclaimed.

“I’m fine.” Nesta muttered as you scanned her for injuries. “A prisoner got out and it got messy. We found the Harp and I used it to get us out of there. We were at the River House for a while until Rhys brought us back here. Cassian got hurt so the healers are seeing to him.”

“Mother above,” You wiped your brow. “Will he be okay?”

“Yes. He just needs to heal for a while. But I reek like monster guts, and I need to get out of these leathers.”

There was something else eating away at Nesta, but you didn’t pry. “Can I help?” You blurted out without thinking. Before you could regret your words, Nesta smiled softly.

“That’d be great.” She said quietly before turning on her heel and walking towards the direction of one of the many bathing rooms.

You followed her into the luxurious space – it was a large room with candles littered across every possible shelfspace. A large tub was carved into the floor, big enough to fit three faeries most likely. It had a golden tap, and a tray with a variation of oils and washes next to it. The room was warm and smelled like lavender, much to your delight.

Nesta unbuckled her belt, pulling it from the loops before tossing it into the bin in the corner. As her slender hands reached for the waist of her pants, you turned towards the tub and busied yourself with turning on the taps. The rush of hot water masked the sound of Nesta’s shuffling as she undressed.

You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t tempting to turn and look at her naked form, to drink in every inch of her bare skin. But then you remembered how Cassian used her body every chance he could for sex, even after she was assaulted by a kelpie. You did not want to put any pressure on Nesta to engage in anything like she and Cassian had, despite the part of you that wanted nothing more than to taste her. You wanted her to be able to be naked in front of you with zero expectations – not that you thought her engaging in sex was a bad thing. You sure weren’t innocent of fucking around to cope with things, but you wanted to respect her after all the trauma body had gone through.

“Stop.” The water in the tub was only halfway when you heard Nesta’s voice. You immediately shut off the water, and turned to meet her gaze. But it was not on you, it was on the water swirling around in the tub, her grey eyes a thousand kilometers away.

“What’s wrong?” You asked carefully.

“The Cauldron…” Nesta’s voice was quiet as she stared blankly. “Baths remind me of the cauldron. I asked Feyre to set up a shower, or any other way of bathing, but she never did.”

Of course. You cursed yourself for not putting it together earlier. Pushing off your knees, you stood up and walked over to Nesta. You could feel her shrinking into herself like a frightened animal, so you took her hand.

“It’s ok, I’m here.” You murmured. “The tub is not full, and it is not the Cauldron. Do not worry about submerging yourself, I can use the bucket to clean your hair and your upper body. Would that be okay?”

Nesta’s voice was far away. “Yes.”

“Ok,” You nodded, taking a step forward. “Get in slowly. We are in no hurry. Just take the first step, okay Nes?”

She nodded, stepping forward on shaky legs and dipping her foot into the top stair within the tub. Once both feet were in, Nesta stood there for a few minutes, breathing heavily before taking another step.

“Attagirl,” You praised, squeezing her hand. “Just one more to go. You can do this, you're safe.”

Ever so slowly, Nesta’s feet touched the bottom of the tub. Closing her eyes, the female remained motionless for several minutes. Not once did you let go of her hand. Eventually, she opened her eyes and they were clearer as she slowly sat down in the water. It only came up to just below her breasts, and she inhaled slowly.

“You did it, Nesta.” You gently let go of her hand and rubbed her back gently. “Now let’s get you cleaned.”

Grabbing the bucket, a fresh sponge, and some ointments you made your way back to the tub. The water was hot as you filled the bucket before gently pouring it down Nesta’s arms, and then her back. You got her hair wet, then lathered a vanilla scented shampoo on your hands and placed them in her hair, massaging it onto her scalp. Dirt and dust melted out of her locks, the unmistakable stench of monsters coming with it.

Once her hair was cleaned and rinsed, you poured a body wash onto the sponge and slowly brought it to Nesta’s shoulder. She did not flinch as you scrubbed her skin, only sighed and closed her eyes. The fear from earlier had gone, and she leaned into your touch. How Cassian even thought it was a good idea to fuck her after a traumatizing situation simply because she was naked in the tub was beyond you.

“Rhys talked about Eris today.” Nesta said as you scrubbed her arm.

“The Mother must be on our side,” You quipped, reaching for more oil. “Because I had a visitor a few hours ago.”

“Eris?” Nesta’s voice was laced with confusion.

“Yes. Don’t ask me how he got past the wards, I don’t want to know. But he has a plan.”

“This’ll be good.”

“He will propose to you at the solstice ball. If you say yes, he will bring you back to Autumn with him.”

Nesta stiffened, and you paused your scrubbing. She turned her body towards you, hand gripping the edge of the tub by your feet. “Seriously?” She asked.

You winced. “I know, it’s not what we expected but–”

“Not that,” Nesta said, shaking her hair. “Today Rhys said I was to dance with Eris at the ball, as a potential offer of what he could attain if he remains loyal.”

You nearly dropped the sponge into the tub. “Eris was right. He predicted that would happen, which is why he made this plan in the first place. I know it’s a drastic step and Eris might not be the best male but–”

“I don’t care.” Nesta’s hand gripped yours. “I’ll do it. If this is our best chance then we have to take it. How’s he getting you out?”

You avoided her gaze, opting to look at the labels on the soap instead. When you didn’t respond, Nesta gripped your hand harder.

“(Y/N),” She said slowly. “How is Eris getting you out too?”

You took in a breath. “He isn’t.” You said after a few moments. Nesta frowned, brows drawing together.

“What do you mean?” She demanded, voice raising. “I’m not going without you. I’ll make him take you with us!”

“He can’t, Nes.” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes. “Think about it. It’s ballsy enough he’ll demand he move you to Autumn immediately at the end of the night. He has no room to make more demands unless he wants to piss Rhys off enough that he says you can’t accept Eris’ offer. Besides, it won’t matter after the solstice.”

“And what the hell does that mean?”

“Because I’ll probably be dead within a few days.”

Nesta jerked her hand back, retreating slowly into the tub. Her silver eyes glowed slightly, swimming with anger and shock. Your chest ached, and every word you pulled out was like hauling a cart through the mud.

“Rhys apparently wants to send me to the continent to spy on Braillyn.” You explained quietly. “That’s why he has me training so hard with Azriel. Eris found out and told me. Rhys and Az both know I’m too untrained to last long, yet he’s sending me there anyways. He made the decision right after Cassian told him we made up.”

“I’ll kill him.” Nesta growled. “He can’t just send you to die like that.”

“He fears that I’ll get you to turn against him and the Inner Circle now that we’re back on speaking terms. And I know too much about his operations. He wants me dead.”

Nesta stood up in the tub and walked over to where you sat at the edge. Vanilla scented bubbles rolled down her pale skin and she stormed through the water. Her hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at her.

“Listen to me,” She hissed, staring down at you. “I don’t care what we have to do. I don’t care if I have to engulf the entire city in silver flames and burn this court to the ground. Let me make one thing clear, I am not leaving this place without you. You were the one who pulled me out from under the water, and you were the one who came up with this plan. I will not abandon you after everything we went through. Even if I have to go through the High Lord himself.”

Her grip on your chin was firm but not painful. Nesta looked at you with such a ferocity, a possessiveness that you had not seen before. It made you want to melt into her arms and promise to be by her side forever.

“Then we have two weeks to figure something out.” You said.

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trw e1 brain dump incoming im obsessed w how 0 people predicted some of the pc classes. BARD/ROGUE bulbian bishop? satanist (hungry one-ist?) shapeshifting BARD/WARLOCK teenage spymaster?? (karna is perfect btw i will never not love an ethically dubious aabria pc aabria i'm your biggest fucking fan but i was like 100% sure she’d be a rogue...)

anjali is sooooo fucking fun too ive never seen her play before but i love her already it’s real hot girl shit in there!!! she said somebody in here has to serve CUNT and she DELIVERED!!! jessica rabbit as a mango Do You Like Women. she has the most consistent accent(s) i’ve seen in the dome ever. like i wasn’t sure she Wasn’t irl british until she spoke ooc and sounded american. when she went french-accented british to speak fructerano... beautiful. love it. love to see it. (also was fun when matt went from french-accented to american-accented to indicate the switch to fructerano but that only lasted a few lines, rip)

feels characteristic (affectionate) of lou and zac to play very like. straightforward/Not Great At Politics pcs, given their past pcs within calorum (see: acoc ap ep 5, lou talking abt playing amethar so he doesn't have to be good at politics + zac talking about how playing lapin was hard bc he doesnt think/talk like that; by the time cumulous was in the picture there wasnt really Politics to deal with) vs iyengar + mulligan getting spicy with it and playing devious untrustworthy bitches w big ol secrets.

1. i think colin should kiss either deli or his mom, sorry, and 2. OBSESSED, truly, w the lady amangeaux-raphaniel-karna dynamics. brennans patented cute lil old man voice + a pc who's apparently so optimized to lie that he cannot get a sub-20 deception roll? i watched battle for beyond im gearing the fuck up for another mulligan minmax build that shit rules. lady a loving+trusting both of them implicitly but raphaniel maybe having killed...? her husband...? and karna def going out there and talking shit for fun and profit... yum. delicious. excited for it to get worse

#sree.txt #the ravening war #the ravening war spoilers #other thoughts:#gasped and flapped my hands super super hard when citrinabeth showed up #my house of rocks.........#deli sweet boy i love you i love that youre getting your kisses in but you cannot be fucking someone being weird abt your mom. cmon dude #in general i love that theres the Schemes half of the party and then theres the Goofs half (this post is very schemes heavy. thats on me #i'm just a big big schemes and intrigue enjoyer)#i dont uh. love the cult plotline thus far i think proper politics are more up my alley its why acoc e3-5 fuck so severely #but i'm a big fan of the party being incidental to the breakout of the ravening war! feels more realistic and i'm :eyes: about the timeskip #aabria iyengar #brennan lee mulligan #zac oyama #lou wilson #anjali bhimani #karna solara #raphaniel charlock #amangeaux epicée du peche #delissandro katzon #colin provolone

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SOC x ACOTAR

Chapter 7: Who needs to be in control?

NGL, this was a hard chapter to write. But I'm dropping a few hints now about the *real* villains, so any guesses?!

(I'll give another hint; there are two villains, and we don't really get to see them together, even though they are in the same series)

(Also some bad guys from the other series making a little gang)

Also planning a little interlude maybe in a couple of chapters to get the villains' side, if that sounds interesting?

Anyways: enjoy!

Word count:1665

TW: just rlly a bit of Kaz adoring Inej, fights, dark!Rhys and mind control

Wylan couldn’t focus. Inej was still not back, and he’d finally gotten Jesper asleep. He knew both of them were struggling. Hell, he couldn’t even be surprised. He had noticed the way Inej had flinched from him earlier when they were talking on the roof. He heard Inej and Jesper wake from nightmares with a shout from Jespers room, where they had both taken to sleeping on the floor, as though the soft beds would suffocate them. He also noticed that the two of them had almost distanced themselves from anyone else, as if they were scared it was an illusion and they would wake up to still be stuck, with Rhysand a puppet master, holding their strings and making them dance. It almost made him scarier that he didn’t have a last name, or at least none they knew of. And Wylan, who with the help of Nina, now knew plenty, about the entire Inner Circle. Of the Night Court. From Prythian.

It had infuriated them all for a while, that no information could be found at all their usual sources. But Wylan had realised as they were taping up the Scarred One, Azriel (spymaster shadowsinger to at least two High Lords of the Night Court- no wonder he could sneak up on Kaz and Inej) that there were only so many kinds of mythic humanoids that had bat wings. So research was done, and now he was just getting ready to tell Kaz. Nina was joining them, to point out specific areas in the books and articles they had found, each more vague than the last, but it was something.

They even had newer articles, posted by some very mistrusting human Queens, who had explained how Rhysand and Feyre Archeron (once human, now High Lady, deceased parents-although reports about her mother’s death were very vague- and Fae sisters) had tried to manipulate them into handing over a Book that could bring down the wall between Prythian and the human lands(across the ocean- far beyond where Zoya ruled). The Queens had also posted a letter sent to them by Rhysand pleading with them for help. Wylan wasn’t sure how much of this was true though, as apparently these Queens then joined forces with another Fae, the King of Hybern, as they wanted to be young and beautiful forever. How come authority figures could never fully be trusted? He knew his own father had done some work with these Queens too, so everything they said was taken with a pinch of salt.

The Inner Circle of Rhysand’s court thought themselves better because they had information on the Crows. Well, two can play at this game.

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Kaz couldn’t figure out where Inej had gone. It had been hours and she still wasn’t back. He kept thinking he heard a noise at the window when Wylan and Nina were presenting, but of course Inej would never make a noise on entry. She may have only been able to sneak up on him once, but it never stopped her from trying. He may only see her when she wanted him to, but he always knew when she was there. Always. Let her keep herself in shadows, if it was what she wished for. Inej wore it best, like a custom made outfit. But he just wished she would let him know she had made it home safely.

He had known, when he sent Wylan to her, that maybe this was pushing her too quickly, maybe it was too soon, especially after what they had done to the shadowsinger, of course it made sense for Rhysand to push back quickly. But this new couple- two women- they also seemed like they would be an issue. They had moved in barely after the Night Court had, and by all accounts they were unpleasant, but very mysterious. No one knew who they were or why they had come, so he sent the person he trusted most to figure some of that out. To him, it didn’t really matter why Inej hadn’t come back to him yet, only that she HAD come back. They were just two more people that he wanted his Wraith to avoid, two more people on a long list of people he was prepared to call an enemy. He was keeping the rest of the Dregs out of this current business, he only wanted those he was closest to involved. If anyone else got involved, he would never realise if they were being controlled.With his Crows… he stood a chance.

He felt a sudden shift behind him and whirled around, using his cane for support. “Inej!” he exclaimed, trying to stop himself from stepping forward, from scanning her head to toe for injury. She had two knives drawn where she stood, as though contemplating stabbing him through. Oh she was definitely mad. He found himself almost ok with that thought, because at least she got back alive. Just as he was thinking that, she sheathed them and turned away, as though not able to face him, before speaking.

“There was more security than I was prepared for tonight. I’m planning on going back tomorrow night, I got a good sense of the rotations while I was observing. Does that work with whenever our next move against Rhysand will be?”

“Of course,” he responded, his voice rough, as though something was stuck in his throat.”I just want to get some information on them first, so we can decide what kind of people these are. No reason to get stuck in two wars at once. What, are you looking for an excuse to go back after Rhysand? I think we hit him pretty hard with the last one, let’s see how he reacts first. No reason to keep going at him without first knowing his capabilities.”

She turned to face him, her face filled with anger. “And what if he just keeps turning up with more weapons?! We should attack while he’s down, get him off this chessboard for good!”

That was… an odd way to phrase it. He had tried to teach her chess before, but she never really got into it. “It’s so much to remember!” she had said then, laughing as the sun kissed her face, her head tilted back. “And you cheat, Kaz!” Kaz had denied it, of course, keeping his hat over his face to hide his small smile. Just because she knew him better than anyone else didn’t mean she had to know all his secrets. What others called cheating, he called winning. Especially when he was taking their kruge as a trophy.

He shook his head slightly as if to brush away the memory. “Inej,” he said slowly. “They are stronger, and have better abilities than we do. Our strength,” and here, he moved slightly closer, as her head tilted to meet his gaze,”is in waiting. Lions don’t catch prey by moving aimlessly. They watch, and they prepare, and only when the prey is at it’s most vulnerable do they lunge. That’s why they are the kings. And we, Inej, are kings in our own right. This Barrel? It’s ours. And we do what we have to to exile those that scorn us.”

He thought he spotted another flash of rage, before she turned swiftly. “Rhysand basically IS a king, Kaz. He’s a High Lord, the MOST powerful High Lord. We don’t stand a chance unless we act soon.”

And as she walked out, all Kaz could think about was where on earth Inej heard that about Rhysand. Because Wylan and Nina went to bed hours ago, and he was the only other person who knew this yet. A feeling of dread started to settle in his stomach as he shut the door behind her and turned the key.

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Rhys sighed as Inej finally closed her eyes and he could relax his grip on her a little. Clearly he had overestimated how much sway she held over Brekker, but if he pushed any further, he might have realised that Rhys was controlling her. He needed to think of the long game. They both knew Inej after all (even though Rhys arguably knew her better after spending so much time in her head) and if Brekker realised, well, they lost another advantage. Bad enough losing the hostages the first time, but this time he had linked himself so firmly to Inej she mightn’t be able to get rid of him until he let her go. He wouldn’t make the same mistake of underestimating Brekker again.

It was quite infuriating to know that Brekker had put Inej back working though. He would have to waste time letting her do her Wraith-work before going back to the Crow Club, or he would suspect something. But he had already assigned Azriel to go with her. They were two sides of the same coin, and hopefully their work would compliment each others. He had to admit, he was curious about this new couple too. They seemed quite elusive, none of his Circle had even caught sight of them yet. Mor couldn’t find any information online about them either, which was also unusual. But he had faith in Azriel, and even a bit in Inej too. He might feel generous enough to give Brekker some correct facts too… if Rhys felt it would benefit himself too, of course. The couple certainly seemed aware of the Fae, though, if the ash trees were any indication. They might be a problem. But…one issue at a time.

He settled down beside Feyre, who was tossing and turning, still struggling to sleep without Nyx being home. He wrapped his wing around her and sent a wave of soothing darkness over her to calm her mind. He needed everyone to be at their top form if they were going to bring down hellfire over Brekker to get their son back, of course…

#acotar #feysand #acomaf #feyre #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #six of crows #azriel #netflix shadow and bone #azriel shadowsinger #cassian #rhysand #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian

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theshadowsingersraven · 2 months

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Why Azriel Suddenly Seems More Like Lucien

HOFAS SPOILERS

Also, DO NOT MAKE THIS ABOUT THE SHIPS/ START UP SHIP ARGUMENTS. I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT MY BOY.

I've been seeing a lot of people talk about how Azriel’s behavior seems out of character/mimicking Lucien. And I don't really blame anyone for having these takes, truly! Azriel is very understated, and if you're not actively looking for it (as I suspect most people aren't, I didn't even notice these seeds until I started analyzing him to write him properly. Genuinely no shade to anyone who didn't notice what I did.) it's very easy to miss.

First, let's look at how similar Lucien and Azriel actually are, even before HOFAS:

Lucien grew up in an abusive household where his father held some type of power within the community. His mother was abused, and his half-siblings treated him poorly.

Lucien was able to escape his family, having to kill one of his brothers in the process, and found family ties to a friend in a position of power. Lucien actively plays a part in his Court. His position requires him to gather intel and was noted to have spy-like responsibilities.

Lucien seems to not have a true “home”, especially after ACOFAS. He doesn't seem to “fit” or belong anywhere other than with the Band of Exiles. He's often “othered” or seen as an outcast.

Azriel grew up in an abusive household where his father held some type of power within the community. His mother was abused, and his half-siblings and stepmother tortured him.

Azriel was able to escape his family and was noted by Rhys to have done something to his brothers for revenge. He found family ties to a friend in a position of power. Azriel actively plays a part in his Court. His position requires him to gather intel, as he is the spymaster and also a torturer.

Azriel doesn't seem to “fit” or belong anywhere per his admission to Feyre in ACOMAF.

“I don’t really know where I fit in anymore,” I admitted, perhaps only because the wind was screeching around us and Rhys had already winnowed ahead to where Cassian’s dark form flew— beyond the wall. “I’ve been alive almost five and a half centuries, and I’m not sure of that, either,” Azriel said.

So while these are general character beats, they are also major ones. All of these aspects play a huge role in how both characters are being/will be developed.

Now, the moment in ACOMAF when Azriel confesses to Feyre that he doesn’t know where he fits in, subtle as it is, is a huge character moment in my opinion. This is a pretty big admission from someone normally reserved/who doesn't let his feelings show. Rhys even mentions in his POV in ACOFAS that he and Cassian could spend hours trying to get Az to crack and tell them what he's thinking/feeling, and he doesn't.

Why is this situation different?

Because Azriel is good at recognizing people's needs due to his empathy.

He's willing to open up to people when he can see they need encouragement. He can lower those guards to help other people.

This is exactly what happened in the Truth-Teller scene with Elain, he parted with something he normally doesn't/something he finds comfort in having because she needed something that made her feel safe. (And if anyone understands how necessary it is to feel safe through not having that comfort, it’s Azriel.)

“It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

Additionally, this is the second instance in which Cassian volunteered to help Elain in some way, and either he was shot down or refused, and thus Azriel stepped in.

In the first instance, Azriel had been internally debating when he said "I'm getting her back", per Feyre's observation of how his voice sounded. He knew it was risky, but it was also apparent that if Azriel didn't act or step in, then who would?

This aspect of his character was already hinted at earlier in ACOMAF by Feyre.

Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am.” I wondered if the shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger.

This is then cemented by his decision to go into Hybern’s camp and rescue Elain. Cassian was shot down by Nesta. Rhys is a High Lord, he can't risk an infiltration mission like that. If Hybern captured him, they'd all be fucked without his power on the battlefield. Azriel is a shadowsinger, his skill set perfectly compliments stealthy rescue missions.

Saving people is a major part of Azriel’s character psychology.

Why is that?

Well, who saved Azriel from his father's cell in the basement? Who got him out?

No one.

Azriel was never rescued, he was released. Those are very different things, especially when his next living place was the brutal environment of an Illyrian war camp.

With his trauma and empathy, regardless of where you stand on ships, it makes sense he would risk his life to rescue someone. Especially someone vulnerable or in an environment they cannot escape on their own like he was as a child.

Furthermore, Azriel went with Mor to rescue the priestess’ at Sangravah. Azriel murdered every male that had touched Gwyn, and then covered her with his cloak after her brutal assault. He also knew not to touch her since she had just been violated by males, so Mor carried her out.

Azriel saved Mor from dying when she was left at the Autumn Court border.

It’s not a coincidence that all of Azriel’s love interests, confirmed or highly suspected, are people he had a hand in rescuing.

It’s also not a coincidence that the two females he’s confirmed to have an attraction to are both unwillingly tied to Beron’s sons.

It wouldn’t surprise me at all if it’s later revealed that part of Azriel’s draw to Elain is founded on him trying to “redeem” his “failure to save Mor” from Eris. Lucien being Eris’ brother is enough for Azriel to unfairly believe them to be similar enough to warrant his disdain. He could very well unconsciously be trying to “save” Elain from Lucien as he incorrectly expects something similar to happen.

I hope that at some point, Azriel does have a moment where he realizes that he is unfair to Lucien and that they are actually quite similar and could get along very well. Because if there’s anyone who should know that just because you share blood with your half-brothers, it doesn’t mean you’re like them, it’s Azriel.

And I hope that happens because, despite his disdain and unfair view of Lucien, Azriel is also generally shown to be thoughtful as well as empathetic.

A faint smile bloomed upon Azriel’s mouth as he noticed Elain’s fingers whiteknuckled on that fork, but he kept silent…Elain cast pleading eyes on Rhys, then Azriel, such mortal fear coating her features, her scent. “We are raised this way. We hear stories of your kind crossing the wall to hurt us. Our own neighbor, Clare Beddor, was taken, her family murdered …”...Elain said, “It’s all very disorienting.” “I can imagine,” Azriel said. Cassian flashed him a glare. But Azriel’s attention was on my sister, a polite, bland smile on his face. Her shoulders loosened a bit. I wondered if Rhys’s spymaster often got his information through stone-cold manners as much as stealth and shadows.”

“I was still sore enough the next day that I had to send word to Cassian I wasn’t training with him. Or Azriel. A mistake, perhaps, given that both of them showed up at the door to the town house within minutes, the former demanding what the hell was wrong with me, the latter bearing a tin of salve to help with the aches in my back. I thanked Azriel for the salve and told Cassian to mind his own business.” But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.” Rhys was frowning, Cassian and Mor were both grimacing, and Azriel … It was pity on his beautiful face. Pity and sorrow as he watched my sister. Azriel plucked up the small folded silver wand within and unfurled it. One end held a clip, the other a small glass sphere. “You can attach this to whatever book you’re reading, and the little ball of faelight will shine. So you don’t have to squint when you’re reading at night.” Nesta touched the glass ball, no bigger than her thumbnail, and faelight flickered within, casting a bright, easy glow upon her lap. She tapped it again and it turned off. And then she jumped to her feet and flung her arms around Azriel. The room went silent for a beat. But Azriel chuckled and squeezed her gently. Cassian smiled to see it— to see them. “Thank you,” Nesta said, quickly pulling away to marvel at the device. “It’s brilliant.” Azriel blushed and stepped back, shadows swirling.

He also has his sharp-tongued, witty moments as well.

“…when Azriel clarified, “Cassian also excels at pissing everyone off. Especially amongst our friends. So, as a friend of Rhysand … good luck.” “No word on Bryaxis, I take it.” I peered toward the marble beneath my boots, as if I could see all the way to the library beneath this mountain and the now-empty lower levels that had once been occupied. Az studied the floor as well. “Not a whisper. Or a scream, for that matter.” I chuckled. My brother had a sly, wicked sense of humor. Azriel straightened a sagging section of garland over the windowsill. “It’s almost like you two tried to make it as ugly as possible.” “Pick on someone your own size,” Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth. “I’d feel bad for the mice,” Azriel muttered.

And he proves his worth to himself and others by what he can do for them.

When Rhys was done, his spymaster said, “I’ll contact my sources in the Summer Court about where the half of the Book of Breathings is hidden. I can fly into the human world myself to figure out where they’re keeping their part of the Book before we ask them for it.” “No need,” Rhys said. “And I don’t trust this information, even with your sources, with anyone outside of this room. Save for Amren.” “They can be trusted,” Azriel said with quiet steel, his scarred hands clenching at his leather-cladsides. “We’re not taking risks where this is concerned,” Rhys merely said. He held Azriel’s stare, and I could almost hear the silent words Rhys added, It is no judgment or reflection on you, Az. Not at all. But Azriel yielded no tinge of emotion as he nodded, his hands unfurling.

So, for me, as someone who writes Azriel's POV and studied all these scenes before doing so, the things Azriel did/said in HOFAS seem in the realm of possibility/believability for his character to me.

However, I don’t think that means that we had a smooth transition into this version of Azriel though. I’ll compare the scene with Nesta and the Mask and my own writing in the hopes of illustrating what I mean (and yes of course I’m going to take an opportunity to plug my fic lol)

Don’t worry, it’s a platonic interaction.

HOFAS:

“Cassian’s waiting for you, Nesta,” Azriel said—tone gentling. “Take off the Mask.” Nesta stayed silent, Ataraxia ready in her hand. One swipe, and Azriel would be dead. “He’s waiting for you at the House of Wind,” Azriel went on. “At home.” Another blink from Nesta. The silver fire banked a little. Like whoever Cassian was, and whatever the House of Wind was … they might be the only things capable of fighting the siren song of the Mask. “Gwyn and Emerie are waiting,” Azriel pushed. “And Feyre and Elain.” The silver flame flared at that. Then Azriel said, “Nyx is waiting, too.” The silver flame went out entirely. The Mask fell from Nesta’s face, clattering on the stone. Nesta swayed, but Azriel was there, catching her, bringing her to his chest, scarred hands stroking her hair. “Thank the Mother,” he breathed. “Thank the Mother.”

My fic: (ACOSAR)

Azriel hummed, taking it all in. His shadows flickered in response to the animated wave of Solara’s hands, appearing to listen intently. "She sounds remarkable," he said, his tone sincere. "She is," Solara confirmed, a soft smile touching her lips. “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Well, properly, at least. I wrote to her, letting her know I was leaving.” “She'll understand," Azriel reassured her quietly. "If she's anything like you say, I'm sure she won't hold it against you." "I know she'll understand," Solara agreed, deflating slightly. "But it's not really about that." Her normal vibrance flickered like a candle in a breeze, eyes turning downcast as she folded her arms across her chest… …Azriel took a step closer to her, his wings stretching slightly. The closest to Solara curled around her, bathing in the light; the veins visible through the membranous flesh. "Then what is it really about?" he pressed gently, coaxingly. His eyes bore into hers, pleading with her to let him help. …Solara could not return to Exandria. "We'll find a way for you to see her again," Azriel said. As if of its own volition, his hand found her bicep. The light touch of his hand seemed to banish the tension from her almost instantly. She never shied from his touch despite the vile, warped skin of his hands…"...I promise."... …"I think... I think I'll be okay here." Solara said quietly, her gaze meeting his again... ..."I think you will thrive here," Azriel agreed. “Prythian may not be as wondrous as Exandria, but it is a place full of beauty. And I know one thing for certain; we will never leave you. We all have hundreds, if not thousands, of years ahead of us. You will never be forced to outlive those you care about ever again.” With another reassuring squeeze of her arm, Azriel gently guided her forward as he strode towards the entrance to the manor.

I wanted to point this out mainly because in my writing, that’s after ten chapters of seeing their relationship develop. His reactions to Nesta and my OC are similar. And I wrote that in May of 2023, well before I read HOFAS.

I'm not putting it there as an example to say my writing is as good as SJM's (obviously), but more so saying it is a fair assessment of his character's potential growth and behavior further down the line. If I picked up on it from what she wrote thus far, before HOFAS, I think it's probably where she plans for him to go.

With Az and Nesta, while we know they get along and likely could become closer, we don’t see the build-up to this level of closeness in HOFAS.

Unfortunately, it likely happened in those six months between ACOSF and HOFAS, and I don’t know if SJM plans to expand on that at all.

So, to sum everything up, essentially:

Do I think Azriel’s treatment of Nesta is in-character? Yes.

But do I think the execution is there for it to make sense that he's developed to this point? No.

I don't believe SJM is making him "mimic" Lucien because they're already similar in key aspects. Azriel does have tendencies to be caring yet smart-mouthed. I think SJM skipped a bunch of steps with Az’s development. Which makes me very sad, and I hope we do get to see it.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk!

#azriel #azriel acotar #pro azriel #ship neutral #azriel x oc #sjm critical #azriel analysis #long post #long post warning

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So Secret Invasion is a tedious slog, and like most MCU spy thrillers post-Winter Soldier its politics don't really bear thinking about. But one thing I do appreciate about it is that three episodes in, the one thing that unites all its characters and factions is their conviction that Nick Fury is the Worst Spy Ever and their willingness to bring the receipts. So far, we have learned that:

Nick Fury was a middling SHIELD agent with a career that was going nowhere when, after the events of Captain Marvel, he recruited the Skrulls to act as his secret spy organization, which was actually run by Talos.

To reiterate, the reason everyone thinks Nick Fury is a world class spymaster who knows everything before everyone is that he had an off-book army of shapeshifting aliens doing the actual spy work and feeding him information.

The Skrulls agreed to do this (dangerous, wearying, neverending) work because Fury promised to find them a new home off Earth. And then he just... did not do that. I don't know if he lied or failed or decided, at some point, that the Skrulls were too useful to him to let go, but the upshot is that he has strung them along for thirty years. And it seems to have come as a surprise to him that failing to live up to your promises to a group of desperate refugees - including orphaned children! - might have negative consequences down the line.

While he was working for Fury, Talos secretly sent for all the remaining Skrull refugees and resettled them on Earth, a fact that Fury - who was climbing the ranks at SHIELD at the time and thus presumably had other intelligence assets at his disposal - was blissfully ignorant of until episode 2 of this very series.

(While all this was happening, of course, SHIELD was playing host to Hydra, a fact of which Fury also remained ignorant until it blew up in his face.)

Skrulls have infiltrated the upper echelons of many Earth governments and organizations - at last count, the British PM, the head of NATO, and a major US media talking head are all Skrull imposters. I suppose it's possible that Fury signed off on this, but it seems like a bit much. More likely, this is something Talos and the rest of the Skrull leadership put into motion without Fury's awareness or approval.

Over the years, as Fury failed to live up to his promises to the Skrull, a group of them became disaffected and splintered off, aiming to take over the planet from humans. Again, not only was Fury unaware of this until the beginning of this series, it's not something that he anticipated as a likely outcome of his own behavior, and he completely failed to identify some of his proteges as potential turncoats.

Oh, and Fury is married to a Skrull who is apparently working with the "kill all humans" faction. But it's not his fault that he wasn't aware of this, because after the blip he just fucked off to space, left Talos to impersonate him, and apparently did not for one moment consider that there was a volatile situation on Earth that required his attention.

And look, none of this is going to stick. As I've mentioned in the past, one of the MCU's core moves is to give full, articulate voice to the criticisms we naturally have of their characters, but always in a way that undermines that criticism. It's being made by a villain (Black Panther, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), it's misguided (Yelena Belova hates Hawkeye not because he's a mass murderer, but because she mistakenly blames him for her sister's death), or it's just raised and then ignored (Captain America: The Winter Soldier, the early seasons of Agents of SHIELD). It is very clear that the thrust of Secret Invasion is going to be to reveal how Nick Fury got his groove back and proved to all the naysayers that he's the baddest motherfucker in the MCU. But for the time being, I am enjoying the litany of "this is why you suck" speeches that Fury is being subjected to. It's one of the few things that makes this show worth watching.

#mcu #secret invasion #nick fury

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redwayfarers · 3 months

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just desserts

Fandom: Wayfarer Ship: Cassander Inteus/Melchior Larkspur/Kathan Sero Characters: Cassander Inteus, Kathan Sero, Melchior Larkspur Rating: Explicit (minors don't read) Words: 1771 Spoilers: None // modern au Huge thank you to @melusinedreams for borrowing her most feral babygirl Kathan to me <;3 read on ao3 divider by @saradika

He comes home earlier than usual. I didn’t hear him, with how loud the music plays in the kitchen; I have an article to write about this new up and coming band - given to me because I’m apparently good at my job and because, and I quote, “they talk about the gay love.” Fair enough, though I’m bisexual thank you very much, the gay stuff is still something I’m familiar with. Maybe she’d seen my podcast about it. Either way, their music’s good - largely pop, but that’s as neutral as having ears is - and it sounds far better than the noises of cooking right now.

Chopping veggies isn’t as appealing of a noise when I’m right in the head as it is when I’m not. Arguably, I’m never right in the head, but there’s degrees to this shit, okay? Sometimes making phone calls is scary. Sometimes the boss sends me home because I’m biting people like an overstretched chihuahua. Sometimes silence is an oppressive weight that feels more like chains than a weighted blanket. And other times, silence is simply annoying and I’m turning the music on and functioning like a normal fucking member of society.

With some extra meds, but hey. Who the fuck keeps count anyway?

So yeah, I don’t see him coming, haven’t even anticipated him coming this soon, so when I suddenly feel hands around my waist and lips on my cheek, I let out a startled yell and only to find he’d paused the music for a second and is laughing. The audacity.

“Hello, my little songbird,” Mel chirps, and I sigh.

“Hello, spymaster.” I chop the last of the tomatoes and put them in a bowl with the rest of the vegetables. “You’re.. Early? Did Kit kick you out for being too harsh on some line performance?”

Mel laughs and kisses me. He tastes like coffee and mint. “On the contrary! They performed superbly and I finished early.”

“You think it’ll be perfect by the premiere?”

“Unless someone fucks something up extremely badly, which I highly doubt, then yes.” He buries his head in my shoulder and breathes in. Granted, cooking is a good scent half the time, so he’s smelling some really tasty stuff, probably. “Your wryness is rubbing off on me.”

“You’re too old for that. Seen too much. I think I just make it juicier. More acerbic. I’m bittering this old lemon again.” I shake my head and laugh. “Or a blueberry? Are blueberries acerbic? Hold on, I have to google that now.” I look around to where my phone is, but end up hitting my cheekbone into his temple. He is a warm pressure against my back, and his hands are sliding up and down my sides. “I do think this particular blueberry has a case of… blue balls.” Pause. “Please don’t laugh at that. It’ll shame us both.”

Then, another voice rings from outside of the kitchen. Kathan sounds as fake about it as I do when I try to speak like my mother does. “Cassander, you are an embarrassment to this household. I would like to think I had thought you better than this.”

“Don’t worry, Kathan, he’s having a taste of those blueberries later,” Mel shouts back and I stare at the counter like it will save me from my partners ganging up on me like this. I open my mouth, consider saying whatever the fuck my brain cooks up at this point to save my scrawny ass, and throw all caution away like an ugly t-shirt.

“Kathan, if you have issues with my jokes, then you should take it up with the clown university where I got them from. Their worksheets. They’re in my room somewhere, right beneath my clown degree.”

Mel shakes with laughter. “You’re a delight, Cassander,” he says between laughs, and warmth spreads all over my chest. Some days I can hardly believe my luck that I met the two of them, and that we’d be here, living together, cracking silly jokes in what feels like domestic bliss. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but still. Then, Mel’s voice goes low, though still chipper. “Do you know how you’d be an even more of a delight?”

It makes me swallow. “Tasting the blueberry?”

“Hmm, not quite yet. I don’t think you’ve been a good enough boy for that, with all your offenses against language in the last 20 minutes.”

I fight the urge to squirm. “You’re really not holding back, huh,” I whisper and he kisses my cheek. His hand slides to my belly and promises to dip lower, but doesn’t. I look down to where his fingers are toying with my shirt. “So, however will I atone for my sins, Daddy?” I know, I know, I shouldn’t sound so derisive about it, but it comes out as a half-mocking. Oops.

“What are you making?” he asks firmly and his tone offers no room for ignoring. The doors slide open and Kathan stands there, arms crossed, watching with avid interest.

“Just some pasta with veggies,” I say, looking at the bowl. “Haven’t started the pasta yet.”

“Good. You won’t for a while.” For fuck’s sake, I’m such a goner now. “Cover the vegetables with something and come with me to the bedroom.”

“Aren’t you hungry after a long day of work?” I try, holding onto the counter. He doesn’t look tired. If anything, he looks about ready to do whatever the fuck he wants to do with me. Food’s the last thing on his mind right now.

“I can cook the pasta later, after we get that vibrating cock ring we’ve gotten recently,” he simply says.

“No. You’re fucking with me right now.” Last time we used that fucking thing, he made me cry from denial. Cry. Big, fat, ugly tears, no thought, only desperation and… blue balls kinda cry. I bury my face in my hands and laugh. I suppose I am into it, if the fact I’m half-hard from all of this already is any indication. And I suppose I should’ve stopped at some point, but hey. At least he’s so hot like this, all in charge and in control, king of the castle or whatever. All he needs is a crown. For the aesthetic of it all. I’m bending like a wet napkin already.

“Should’ve considered your words, baby,” Kathan says with intention. “No use crying over spilled milk!”

“I hate you so much, actually. I swear to anyone who’s listening, I’m moving that music degree up the wall.”

“You’re not helping your case whatsoever, sweetheart,” Melchior says, and moves a hand to stroke up my neck. “She’s not at fault here. If anything, you’re just adding more reasons for that cock ring.” He then looks me in the eye. His gaze is smoldering. “But you want it, do you not? You want it so desperately you are willing to act out to get it?”

Breaking eye contact is a struggle. The room falls down to us, to his hand on my skin, to the tips of our noses touching. He’s cutting off room to breathe, almost; but I don’t need air, not when he’s looking at me like that, not when that question hangs in the air. Kathan makes a noise in the background. The counter is my only refuge against the tension under my skin.

Melchior has a way of doing that when he wants to, in a way nobody else does. When he traps me, it feels like safety. With him, the gates of the cage are wide open, but I want to stay inside the bars. A lifetime ago, I would’ve run away from that. Now, I don’t really feel like I need to.

“Kiss me, please,” I say, unable to verbalize any of that. “Before the– the monster contraption, can you just kiss me? Please?”

“Of course,” he says softly. The kiss is deep, yet gentle; his touch is less constricting, and it feels like a warm cocoon despite the fact that he’s about to be very fucking mean to me. The combination makes my head spin, a cocktail of hormones, feelings and hardons, and I hold on tight as his tongue plays with mine and guides it to where he needs it to be. Melchior’s hand slides down to cup my cock - a small, casual squeeze that has me moaning into his mouth before it’s gone far too soon.

“You’re so responsive, darling,” he says and seals the words with a chaste kiss. “Too bad there won’t be any relief for you for this anytime soon.”

And thus the softness of his presence crashes down and I tilt my head back and groan. “Are you sure I can’t write ‘I’m a good boy’ or something 100 times instead?”

Melchior laughs. “I am.” He places a hand on my ass and squeezes. “Let’s go.”

“By the time I’m back from work, will his punishment be done?” Kathan asks, and she sounds far too happy about it. Suspiciously happy, even.

“And when do you come back from work?” Melchior asks Kathan, sounding entirely too considerate of the possible answer himself. Uh-oh.

“What time is it..” She reaches for the phone in her pocket. “In about 5 hours? I’m coming home earlier today.”

“What do you say, Cassander? Should Kathan see you orgasm when she comes back from work?” Melchior turns to me with the sharpest grin I’ve seen in months. His fangs are on display, murder weapons all four of them, and his hand squeezes my ass again.

“I say I hate you both with the passion of a thousand suns,” I bite out, without any real heat. Five hours seems like an awful lot of time, but there’s some.. Fucking excitement! Anticipation! For all the suffering he’s going to inflict on me for the next five hours! “But fine. Fine.” I try to sound as unaffected as I possibly can, but it’s a laughable and miserable attempt. “Will my punishment not affect access to veggie pasta?”

“I will make you the most delicious veggie pasta,” Melchior laughs. “Hand-feed you, should you care for that. I even bought ice cream for later. We will save some for Kathan, of course. It’s hard work she’s doing, after all. We might as well give her a show, hm?”

And since my mouth is actively conspiring against me, I reply, “Don’t forget the blueberries.”

Melchior laughs yet again, gorgeously messily, and guides me to the start of the five hours of personalized, sexy hell, as Kathan waves us goodbye and leaves for work, laughing still. Hurray.

Hu-fucking-ray.

#wayfarer #cassander inteus #cassander x melchior #inspo birb has come to town #my writing #i missed writing cass. and also it's baby first tumblr posted smut. i have one on ao3 but nobody read that #not sure how many people will end up reading it but here goes nothing

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