#drinking all of helion's wine with him

[readychilledwine]

Could i request something where az and reader are mates. They have a huge fight and “break up” and reader leaves the court. She finds out that she is pregnant and writes him a letter. He never shows up so she thinks he doesn’t want the baby. Rhys visit the court she is in and sees her with a child maybe a couple months old. He is mad because she didn’t told him and when he ask her why she keeps his nephew away she tells him that she wrote az but he never answered. Rhys is mad and ask az what is up with him to just leave his pregnant mate. Unbeknownst to him that az was searching for her the whole time. Az tells him that he never got a letter and they find out that maybe elain burned it. It takes some time for them but they find their way back and just fluff azriel dad who teaches his son how to fly.

( you could write more angst between reader and az because of elain or you could use a maid or something who wants az)

Here Without You

Summary - Being a single mother was more painful than you'd ever thought it would be, especially when your son's father was just a court away.

Warnings - Angst, Elain showing those claws, single mom status, a child, PPD and the thoughts that come with it, **edited to add** cheating

A/N - I had one of my friends who is a single mom help me with this one while also imagining my life without baby daddy, and um, yeah. We cried a lot, so hopefully, you all do too.

*message from Liz regarding the ending at the end*

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You had decided whatever you had done to offend the Mother must have been truly unforgettable and unforgivable as you sank against the wall of your family chambers in the Day Court Palace.

Being a new mother was the hardest thing you had ever and will ever do. You had finally gotten Nox down after 3 hours of fussing and tears, and now you waited. He'd sleep 2 hours if you were lucky, wake up crying, and you'd start the process over.

You had wished for your mate more times than you could count, but that bridge was long gone and burned. He had ensured of that by not coming when you wrote him, by not even bothering to write you a response.

The last fight between you and Azriel had been ugly. Glasses had been thrown, a bottle of wine knocked over in rage, cruel words you would both have to live with ringing in your ears like a scream. 350 years. Gone. Thrown away like garbage. All for Elain.

Selfish, plotting, destructive Elain.

You stood, body swaying with sleep deprivation setting in before sitting at the table where your now cold food set. You were too tired to eat, choosing to instead drink the water you had been desperately craving 4 hour ago.

You had wished you could turn it to wine, drink it with no consequences, and still feed Nox when he woke, but that was not the reality of the world. So, instead, you allowed the room temperature flavorless beverage to slide down your throat before moving like a ghost to the couch. There was no point in getting comfortable in your own bed. You would have to be up soon anyway. It wasn’t as if you had help.

You were alone.

And that wasn't even the most painful part of it.

The most painful part was setting in doubt. The growing disbelief that you weren't capable of this, that Nox deserved more, that you should have dropped him at the cabin you had no doubt Elain had moved into, leaving him with her and Azriel to allow you to-

You cut your brain off, refusing to put those words into a full thought. Refusing to believe that your disappearance or death was better for your son than this.

This had to be enough, you had to be enough, because Gods if it wasn't and you weren't, then what truly was the point in living any longer.

Helion entered your chambers the next morning, eyes falling to where you were sat on the floor, shoulders shaking as sobs tore through you. He placed a large warm hand on your shoulder before taking Nox from your arms. "I know I can not offer much of a break due to his feeding cycle, but when is the last time you ate a hot meal, y/n?"

You shook your head. He was 2 weeks old. You supposed it had been before labor. Since then, it had been moments begging for just a second of deep sleep. Moments begging for the Mother to help you, to guide you. Moments where those prayers went unanswered as if they were just thrown into a void. "I don't remember."

Helion could have killed Azriel for you, for Lucien, for Nox. He almost had when you had winnowed yourself here, collapsing in his arms from the exhaustion magic and a growing babe had caused your body.

You hadn't known when you came to the Day Court, begging your oldest friend for a week of safety and healing that you were pregnant, but the High Lord had scented it the second you appeared.

It left him wondering how the hell Azriel hadn't.

"Let me hire a wet nurse for you," he offered again, knowing you would turn it down since your depressive state had you hyper fixated in this belief that all you were good for now was your breasts, and if you gave that duty away, what purpose did you have? "At least for the next few hours. To give you time to rest?"

You still shook your head, messy, tangled hair trying to sway. "I can't. I can't burden someone else."

Helion turned his head away from you, willing himself not to cry at the emptiness of your voice, at the lifelessness you had become.

"The Night Court and Spring are coming today," he started slowly. "I am the magic selected neutral ground for Tamlin and Rhysand to begin setting a peace treaty and trade routes." He waited for your reaction, almost breaking further as you gave him none. "Do you want to see any of them?"

"Lucien and Tamlin."

Helion felt his heart shatter for Cassian, the male who had been asking about you for months now. "The general-"

"Is Azriel's brother. And probably has taken his side. Attempts to see me are probably to give him some sick sort of satisfaction."

He dropped the subject immediately. Nox was asleep, content in the High Lord's arms. "I have time before they arrive, go nap." Helion ordered it, eyes blazing a soft gold and forcing you into submission.

Your bed had never felt so soft.

Helion was walking with Nox around the Palace, smiling and cooing the little male. He was always content when he was being held, and you were so deeply asleep you hadn't even noticed Helion holding the boy to your chest as he nursed. He walked towards where Lucien and Tamlin were.

His son, his pride and joy, looked just radiant in his Day Court attire. The soft, off-white pleaded fabric draping him showed the new healthy build he had gained since Azriel and Elain's transgressions, a golden snake wrapped his bicep, new golden earrings adorned those many piercings.

Lucien paused, a look of concern etching his face when he saw Nox before shaking his head rapidly.

But it was too late, Helion was already in the room where Rhysand also stood with the Inner Circle. The Lord of Night's face fell as he looked at the Illyrian boy, looking so happy up at Helion as he dozed off.

Cassian had frozen, mid sentence with Nesta. He had tried to take a step, wanting to see the babe he immediately knew was his nephew. His eyes met Helion's pleading with permission to approach. Elain's face had paled. A mix of guilt and fear running across it before she schooled it into a faked look of hurt and sadness.

But it was Azriel's face the broke the High Lord. It was a look he knew all too well.

The look of a father who missed the birth of his child.

The look of a father who didn't know he had a child.

The look of a father mourning lost time.

Lucien moved to Helion, taking Nox before leaving the room quickly. The boy did as he always did when his head found Lucien's warm bare shoulder. He released a heavy breath, snuggling into that familiar scent and warmth. "Your mother did not call for me last night," they all heard his soft voice trailing off, speaking to their nephew softly.

"You will tell me everything I do not know," Rhysand demanded as if he was in his own court. "When the fuck was he born. Why were we not informed of her pregnancy?"

Tamlin looked to Helion, digging the shit further. "Is she in the same room as last time?" The Lord of Day nodded. "I will go see her while you all deal with this."

Helion didn't answer, walking to the centered round table and taking the head seat. "To begin, Rhysand, this is my court. You will not make demands of me in my home." They all sat, aside from Azriel. His gaze was locked on the hallway Lucien and Tamlin had gone down.

If he ran, he could catch them. He could see you. He could-

The slam of hands on a table ripped him from his thoughts, and his head snapped to Helion. The High Lord was blazing, glowing like the sun itself, heat radiating from him. "Sit. Down."

An hour later and Rhysand had the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers. "You saw her send each letter?"

Helion rolled his eyes, nodding again. "Every month after every check up and once after the birth."

Rhys pointed to Azriel. "But you never got them?"

"My son wouldn't be in another court if I had," Azriel's voice mirrored yours. Broken, empty, mourning. Mourning what was, what he had missed and would never get back. "You're sure she sent them to me?"

Helion could have snapped his neck. "Who else would have fathered her babe? You are the one who stepped out of the bonds of marriage and mateship. Not her."

Azriel paused, a sudden look of anger gracing his face as he looked up at Elain, shadows curling his ears. Nuala appeared, setting envelopes down in front of Rhysand. "In her room. Under her bed in a locked chest. Along with every communication you had tried to send to y/n, my lord."

Feyre gasped, turning her back to Elain and leaning further into Rhysand, holding Nyx tightly between them. She remembered those first few weeks. The sleepless nights, the pain, the emotional down pour. She would not have survived without Rhysand. Without Nesta and Mor. Without Cassian and you and Azriel. Her sister, the one who had held her as darkness swallowed her mind after her son's birth, had allowed you to endure this alone.

Azriel's hands shook, reaching for that stack. He separated out the letters. 10 for him. 2 for Rhysand and Feyre. 2 for Mor. 2 for Amren. 4 for Cassian and Nesta.

Helion stood. "I will let you all process this. Call for me when you are ready to do negotiations. The sooner you all leave, the better for her."

Rhysand's eyes shot up. "You won't let us explain to her-"

"Does it change the fact that he took Elain to their marriage bed? Does it change that he signed the annulment papers." Silence filled the room. "I believe that's why she left. Correct?" Rhys grit his teeth nodding. "Then all this changes is me, someone she trusts and feels safe with right now, informing her of what happened and allowing her to decide if she wants to reach out again from that point." He made a pointed look at Elain. "Which would not matter since I cannot see you removing the parasite from your court."

Helion walked into your room to Lucien and Nox laying skin to skin, a blanket over them as Tamlin held you, long fingers running through your dark hair. "And?" His son said.

"Your mate hid the letters regarding her pregnancy." Lucien whistled. "She's a snake hiding behind beautiful scales."

Azriel had tracked down your room with his shadows easily. The inner circle had been excused for the negotiations and allowed to explore the city. Cassian had flown Elain home, Mor and Amren winnowing Nesta behind them. Cassian wanted Elain out of his house, and Azriel could not have been more grateful to his brother for having his back.

He entered the room slowly and quietly. You were placing the babe in a crib on the balcony. It was shaded from the sun, shielded to remain the perfect temperature, and yet gave him access to fresh air, to the breeze.

You turned, eyes wide the second you saw Azriel. He moved to you so quickly that you could hardly process it. One second, your feet were on the ground, and the next, arms held you tight against him. Azriel was breathing deeply, memorizing your scent all over again.

He set you down, keeping you close to his chest, and sent a prayer to the Mother. "Elain hid all the letters," he began slowly. "She kept them all in her room. I didn't know. Had I known about you, about him, I would have crawled the very depths of hell to bring you back home to me."

You didn't answer. Tears fell as your body relaxed into him. It wasn't fair. The hold he had on you. The need you still felt in your bones when he touched your skin. You ached for Azriel so deeply it echoed into your bones. You longed for his smell. His voice.

Azriel took your silence as permission to continue. "I made a mistake. I will never be able to make up for it. Elain knew the second you left, I wanted to correct this. I was so blinded by her, by the feeling of being needed like that again, that I forgot how precious your independence was. How beautiful it is."

He couldn't stop himself from kissing the top of your head. "You are all I think about. Morning, noon, and night, it is always and will always be you. I am so sorry for what I have done. I am sorry for hurting you, for ruining us, for hurting the family we should be raising together. There are no words for my remorse."

"Why?" Your voice broke as you asked. "Why wasn't I enough?"

Azriel pulled back to look at you, hand raising to hold your chin and force eye contact. "Y/n, you are not at fault for my actions. You did nothing wrong. There is no partial blame, no what ifs. I fucked up. I made a mistake and it cost both of us everything. You are the victim of my actions, not the catalyst."

He saw you process those words and saw as they sunk in. "You were and are more than I will ever deserve. I want to spend my lifetime making up for it. Becoming a male you are proud of. I want to be the father I never got to have. I want to be the husband and mate you deserve. I know it will take time, and I do not expect your forgiveness today, but if you give me a chance, I will go to my grave worshipping the ground you two walk."

"Do you want to meet our son?" He broke at the question, feeling the bond opening back on your end. "This doesn't mean we're back together. It means we need to coparent for him while we work on things." He nodded rapidly, following you to the bassinet.

It felt like the world was coming full circle. You knew it would take time, that you two had many things to discuss first. This was a needed good start, though. Your pain eased slightly as you pulled back the curtains to the crib and whispered, "Azriel, this is Nox, your son."

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[surielstea]

Ballroom Secrets

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!reader

Summary: Eris and reader are secretly mates and can't keep their hand to themselves

Warnings: Fluff, suggestiveness at the end

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I glance at the high lord of autumn from across the ballroom, my eyes locking with his as he speaks to one of his brothers— or rather the red head spoke to him while Eris just stared at me, the golden leaf crown on his head slightly tilted and my hands itched to fix it, to run my hands through those russet wavy locks. I suppress a sigh and rip my gaze away from his, crossing my arms over my chest and returning to the conversation I was having with the high lady of the night court— but I could still feel those amber eyes, trailing all over my body from head to toe and lighting me on fire.

Keeping our romance a secret wasn't going to last very long if he kept stripping me down with those golden eyes that seemed to observe my every movement. "Stop staring," I bite through the bond. We were lucky enough to have it click while we were away on a mission together, the after effects of accepting it took us full throttle, the frenzy taking us captive for over a week.

After he became high lord and that power surged through him he had this need for me. Gods, were we lucky enough that I happened to be in the summer court that week, neighboring his court. "You make it hard not to stare." He replies after a moment and I have to fight the flush on my cheeks away. "Dance with me?" He asked for what must've been the twelfth time that night. I rolled my eyes. "I already told you, we can't." I tell him, reiterating my words.

"I'm a high lord, I can dance with whomever I like, and I like you." He says, an arrogant tone coating his sly voice and my stomach does flips. "My brother will gut you." I explain, as if he doesn't already know. "The lord of bloodshed will manage." He hummed, needing me in his grasp. "No he won't, one time Helion hit on me and Cass gave him a black eye." I confess and I feel a twinge of jealousy run through the bond that connects us. "Helion hit on you?" He asks, completely missing the point of that story. "Every time I see him." I reply with a grumble.

"I want him dead." He says casually. "You're not funny." I retort. "Who said I was joking?" He huffs childishly and I allow my eyes to drift back to him, giving him a cold glare as he shamelessly pouted, his bottom lip dipping out like a child not getting what he wants. "Why don't you find another girl to dance with?" I offer to the male. "Do you really want that?" He asks and I think on it, bouncing on my heels slightly at the thought of my mate dancing with another girl, even if it was strictly platonic.

"No." I grumble in reply and look out onto the dance floor. "Exactly." He hums cockily and I shut him out, putting walls around the bond we constantly have glamoured. "I'm going to get a drink." I say to Feyre who stood beside me. "Want anything?" I offer and she shakes her head no. "I'm okay, thank you." Her soft smile relaxes me and I excuse myself, walking the length of the ballroom and avoiding the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" He asked, somehow breaking through those shields. "I need a glass of wine." I confess, the table full of select Fae liquors and ornate crystal glasses being on the table, that just so happened to be right beside him. He rose a brow as I walked closer to him, only a few feet away, the distance he quickly closed by stepping beside me, his bicep bumping my shoulder, the heat that radiated from his body made me ache I wanted to be in bed, wearing little to nothing and cuddling into him, his warm embrace that always filled that pit in my stomach.

"When can we leave?" I ask, plucking a wine glass from the row of them. He reaches around my shoulder and for a second I think he's pulling me closer to him but in reality he was only grabbing a whiskey glass, the fire that was his skin still lingering even after he removed his arm from around my bare shoulders.

"As soon as we dance, at least once." He hums and I shift on my heels. "Would it look bad if we left together?" I wonder as I look at the wine labels, I wasn't entirely interested in the vendors but I had to seem distracted somehow. "That's up to you doll, I'd fuck you on this table in front of all of these people and not care," He confesses and my cheeks go bright red. How could he say something like that aloud and expect me not to react? "You're the one with the problematic brother." He mutters and a frown forms on my lips. "My brother might be problematic but he's not being the issue." I mumble as I pour myself a glass of maroon liquid, filling it alarmingly full.

I look over my shoulder and spot the General speaking with Azriel. It'd be horrible to dance with the high lord of autumn right now but I wanted his hands on me, I need him to pull me close and this was the only way to do it without alarming everyone in the room. I can justify dancing to my brother. It's just dancing. "What're you thinking about little fox?" I whip my head back to him, looking into those eyes full of warmth, swirling like golden pools I wanted to swim in.

"Oh fuck it," I grumble aloud, abandoning my freshly poured glass and pulling him out onto the dance floor by his wrist. A cocky smile spreads across his face and I toss him a glare. "Do not even start." I mutter and wrap my arms around his neck, his hands span the width of my waist with ease, like they belonged there, perfectly slotted.

"I wasn't going to say anything," He replied mischievously, looking off to anywhere but my glowering eyes. "You're a fool." I shake my head with an amused smile. "Fool for you," He hums, sending adoration down the bond and the music begins.

The way Eris and I dance is fluid, twirling in and out as my dress moved with me, the soft fabric cascading into a skirt like a waterfall of silk. Every time he spun me out he'd pull me back in so much closer to his chest, at one point I had far too much momentum and had slammed right into his pressed suit, his hold tightened around me and he kept me there.

His warmth filled me whole, my hands ached for more, as if he was a hearth and I needed to be defrosted from the harsh bite of the winter wind. I look up at him and he was already staring down at me, I allow myself to give him a gentle smile and he returns it without caution.

"You just couldn't wait until we got home could you?" I muse and he shakes his head no, swaying us softly as the song came to a stop. I reach up to his russet locks and adjust his crown so it was even, sighing in satisfaction now that it was fixed. "Can we go home?" He asked as I push a russet wave from his forehead. "I want to," I look down to see a shadow curling around my wrist. "Let me say my goodbyes, I'll meet you at home." I back away with a gentle smile, I want to kiss him goodbye but I know better with Azriel's shadows around.

I pivot on my high heel and walk away from my mate before he can protest and winnow us into the ether. Crossing through the ballroom attempting to carve a path to the lord of bloodshed, shadows rushing after me until I reached the two finely dressed Illyrians who were staring at me like disappointed fathers.

"What?" I look between them confused as if I don't know who I was just with. "The fuck were you doing with him?" Cassian practically growls and I roll my eyes. "He's our ally Cass, it'd be rude to ignore his offer to dance." I retort and Azriel narrows his eyes at me like he can read through my select truths. "Ignore him, I don't blame you for dancing with the high lord." Nesta winks at me and I have to refrain from flushing. "Yeah I'm sure you know a lot about that." My brother casts her a glare. "He's not with me now is he?" She spits at him and I can't help but release a giggle.

"I'm going home, steal a bottle of wine for me." I say to him, a tradition between me and my brother to always steal at least one thing from events like these, sometimes the spymaster joins in occasionally he used to swipe necklaces off of wealthy women and gifted me all of them— but he was banned by Rhys after taking the game a little too seriously and stealing a chandelier right off the ceiling.

"Don't forget we have training at dawn." Cassian reminds and I groan as I back away. "Goodbye." I give them a wave. "Dawn." Cassian reminds and the other two just wave as I go.

I pass by Feyre and Morrigan, giving them both a kiss on the cheek and a quick goodbye before slipping from the ballroom with a small smile, excited for what awaits for me at my home.

I winnow back to my apartment that was on the edge of the river, Amren residing in a few complexes over. I spot Eris lounging on the couch, already comfortable with his shoes off, manspreading across the cushions. I kicked my heels off and released a long sigh. "I need to get this thing off." I mutter, referring to my heavy dress that dragged across the ground. "That, I can help with." He shoots up from the couch and follows me into our shared bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights as he worked at the laces along my back, loosening them and allowing me to fully breathe. I take a deep inhale and a slow exhale as I walk over to my armoire and pick out a night gown.

I quickly change from the midnight blue dress and pull myself into a soft white dress that went to my thighs. I look at my dress on the ground, then to Eris. I decide I'll hang it up tomorrow, needing to be in his arms now. He stretches out his arms for a hug but I jump right into them, hooking my legs around his torso, my arms around his neck. He didn't so much as stumble back.

He walks us out of the bedroom and to the sitting area, flicking his hand and the hearth flourishes in flames, he places me down onto my feet and I look up at him cheekily. "Dance with me?" I intertwine our hands and a genuine smile pulls at his sensuous lips. "Of course." He leans down and places a kiss on my forehead.

This time when we danced and he twirled me in and out it was easy, we weren't worried about the next step, weren't following any choreography, just making it up along the way. He had me flush against his back as we swayed, then spun me around and tugged me back in so I was facing him. There was talking and laughing, simple and so comforting. To just converse and dance and do whatever we wanted without anyone's eyes on us.

His head hangs low as it nuzzles into my neck. "I love you." He whispers softly against my skin and my heart nearly melts. "I love you too Eris." I smile and he stands upright. I unclasped my hands from behind his neck and bring them up to cup his cheeks. His hands roam my body, winding down the curve of my ass, then reaching my thighs and allowing me to jump up into his arms, he cradled me with his large arms that I wanted to be constantly wrapped in.

I grin and pluck the golden crown from his head and place it atop mine, except it was far too big and fell to the bridge of my nose. He chuckled as I was temporarily blinded by the gold. "I'll get you your own crown." He said and I smile, taking the piece of nobility off and placing it back onto his head, my hands then running down the sides of his face.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you on that dance floor." I hum, pecking his jaw. "I have some idea," He looks at me, from this angle our eyesight is aligned, golden eyes practically glowing in the dim lighting and I can't take it anymore, I place my hands on the back of his neck and pull him so much closer, his lips planting on mine and I blossom in warmth. He hums against my lips as I open my mouth slightly and allow his tongue to slip between my lips.

His movements lacked hesitance, like he was so sure that this is where he was meant to be. His finger pads press firmly into the bottom of my thighs and I arch my back so my chest was pressed against his. He takes his steps blindly with his lips still attached to mine, not daring to pull away if even to walk us back to the bedroom.

"I don't think you're making it to training tomorrow, little fox." He murmurs into my mouth. "Why?" I mutter with creased brows. "Cause you won't be able to walk." He smirks against me and my stomach does backflips.

Part II here.

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[throneofsapphics]

could i request one where it’s feysand x reader, reader is put on a sexban after she tries to make them feel jealous at a high lord party where she shamelessly flirted with helion. She begs them to not ban her and they’re strong at first but in the end they yield👀👀

banned  

poly!Feysand x f!Reader 

Summary: They put you on a sex ban. And didn’t give you a timeframe or how long it would be like this, only “until you’ve learnt your lesson.” They had you watch - made you watch, as they fucked every night, pretending you weren’t there.

Warnings: drinking, jealousy, smut, nsfw, thigh riding, d/s, mentions of bondage/gagging, not proofread, minors dni!!

A/N: thank you for the request! I need to go bathe in holy water 

You didn’t go in with the intention to flirt with him, instead the opportunity fell right into place. 

Helion slid up next to where you stood against the wall, balancing your glass of wine between your fingers, watching the red liquid swirl around the glass. You both knew each other rather well, as friends - and just friends. Something you both were clear about. But … Rhys and Feyre had barely glanced at you all night, as far as you noticed, and it was grating on your nerves. The one thing you especially hate is being ignored. 

“You look bored.” He commented. 

“Those two are occupied,” you narrowed your eyes at the pair, speaking to Tarquin across the room. An idea sparked, and you turned to Helion. “Would you like to help me piss off their Highnesses?” 

“Don’t they hate when you call them that?” He looked amused. 

“Indeed,” you finally took a sip of your drink. 

“Very well,” Helion smirked in their direction, before leading you into a dance. One where you both jokingly flirted with each other, laughing the entire time. 

“Mind if I cut in?” A smooth, dark voice came from beside you. 

Helion casted a sly glance your way before handing you off to Rhys. His hand gripped your waist, fingers digging into the soft skin. “You will regret that,” his lips grazed across your ear, sending a chill down your spin. 

“I have nothing to regret.” You murmured as the song ended, wiggling out of his grip and sending a smile over your shoulder, first locking eyes with him, and then Feyre, before trailing off to find out where your drink went. 

You didn’t end up finding out, instead you wound up back in Velaris within minutes. 

-

“Trying to make us jealous, really?” Rhys lounged in the chair across from yours, but Feyre sat next to you, one hand firmly gripping your thigh. 

“I didn’t try,” you emphasized, “it worked.” As soon as the words left your lips, you knew you would regret them. The wine had dulled your filter and your common sense. Your eyes widened, seeing the dark expressions on both of their faces, “I wasn’t really -”

“Ioo late,” Rhys interrupted, now standing in front of you. One finger pressed under your chin, tilting your head up. You focused on the armchair he’d vacated. “Look at me. His tone had your eyes drifting to meet his automatically. 

Dark, barely a hint of violet in them. “You think it’s funny, don’t you?” You tried to shake your head, but he gripped your chin - locking you in place. “Words.” He warned you, his voice seeming to rumble through the room. 

“No,” you pleaded. 

“No, what?” Feyre purred. 

“I don’t think it’s funny.” 

Rhys released his grip on your chin. “Feyre darling, what should we do about her?” 

You knew better than to interject. 

“She needs to learn a lesson.” 

-

They put you on a sex ban. And didn’t give you a timeframe or how long it would be like this, only “until you’ve learnt your lesson.” They had you watch - made you watch, as they fucked every night, pretending you weren’t there. 

“If you even think about touching yourself again, I’ll know.” Rhys warned you, the first night when he caught you slipping a finger between your legs. After that, you were tied and gagged in a way it was impossible for you to find any relief. 

“Are you going to do that again?” He asked you after four days. 

“No, I won’t” you promised, your voice desperate, “I’m sorry.” You’d been apologizing every day, but they were relentless. 

He trailed a finger down the column of your throat, and you felt heat pooling in your core - just from that touch. “I think another week will let the message set in.” 

You nearly sobbed. A week. You looked to Feyre, hoping to find some mercy. “You’ve earned it,” she slipped into your mind, her voice smooth, soft, but unyielding. 

They knew that more than anything, you absolutely hated being ignored. 

-

A tear dripped down your cheek. Rhys’s gaze softened, he hated seeing you upset like this - at the point you would cry. But … he and Feyre had agreed you crossed a big line, and your attitude only made it worse. Still, with the look on your face he couldn’t help give a bit. 

“Or less,” he murmured, brushing away the stray tear, “depending on how good you are.” 

By the desperation in your eyes he knew you’d be on your best behavior. 

-

Two days later, thank the Gods, they finally give in. 

“Come here,” Rhys patted one hand on his thigh. You did, hesitantly, and he tugged you on his lap so you straddled one of his legs. 

“You’ve been patient, haven’t you?” His hand grazed over your bare thigh, where your dress had ridden up. 

“Yes,” you breathed - barely above a whisper. A snap of his fingers and your underwear disappeared. You hissed as the cold air hit. He hummed, before slipping one hand between your legs, the other gripping your hip tightly. You couldn’t stop yourself and keened as two fingers slid up your folds, catching the arousal already gathering. He held them towards the light, as if he was examining them, before pressing his fingers against your lips. You sucked them eagerly, licking both of them clean. His eyes gleamed, hazing over with lust as he watched you. After, he grabbed your hips, easily lifting you and turning you around - right to face Feyre. 

Your High Lady was watching you, studying every inch. Your face, flush with arousal, your breaths slowly coming heavier, the lust glazing your eyes. 

You whimpered as your bare cunt hit the fabric of his pants. Without warning, he began moving your hips, grinding you back and forth against his thigh. You were lost in the pleasure, your eyes closed and your body starting to move on its own. 

“That’s good Darling,” he purred into your mind, “take your pleasure.” 

“You’ve earned it, you’ve been so good for us love.” Feyre’s voice sounded, and you tumbled over the edge, moaning and screaming their names, ridding out one of the longest orgasms of your life. After being denied for nearly a week, it felt heavenly. 

As you slowly came down, Rhys pulled you back against his chest and you felt how painfully hard he was against your ass. 

At some point, Feyre had crossed the room, now at your side, running long, teasing strokes up your inner thigh. “We’re nowhere near done with you,” she cooed, before tugging you into a kiss. 

#feysand x reader #feysand x y/n #poly!feysand x y/n #poly!feysand x reader #poly!feysand #acotar fic #acotar smut #rhysand x reader #rhysand x y/n #feyre archeron x y/n #feyre archeron x reader #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #not proofread

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could i pls request feysand x reader, where they meet tamlin at some meeting/party and he finds out y/n exist and gets mad at the whole relationship. Imagine reader punches him for all he did to feyre and feysand are so proud🥹🥹

Beast

Feysand x reader

A/n: I love this! I would punch Tamlin to get him to stop speaking

Warnings: canon typical violence, Tamlin being a bitch, and injuries

As you touched up your lipstick one last time you picked up the train of your dress and rushed out of the room. You were fashionably late. Not that Rhys and Feyre would mind. Others who didn’t know you would mind. To many you were just another Night Court emissary in the Inner Circle. But only a few knew you were with Rhysand and Feyre.

You had yet to meet two of the High Lords. Thesan and Tamlin. You were looking forward to meeting Thesan, Tamlin on the other hand…not so much.

Feyre and Rhys told you their history with Tamlin. Ever since then you’d held a grudge against him. He hurt the loves of your life, how could you be civil with him? You told Rhys you’d try to be on your best behavior but as soon as he turned his back you winked at Feyre.

Two sentries opened the double doors for you as you approached. You could hear the chatter in the room die down a little as you glide into the room. You feel the eyes of the other High Lords and their delegations on you. “Apologies for my late arrival my Lords.” You give a small curtsy before heading to where Cassian has already pulled your chair out for you.

You thank him after he pushes you in. Feyre holds your hand under the table and you smile at her before you turn back to the table. As the meeting goes on you feel Tamlin’s questioning gaze on you occasionally. Every time you tried to glare back his head snapped away from you.

Your eyes narrowed, one of your brows raised at his behavior. Curious. You wondered if he’d introduce himself at the party later or if he’ll avoid you.

Later that night you changed into a shimmering black gown with small diamonds decorating the skirt that swirl up the bodice. “You look like beautiful tonight.” Feyre whispered in your ear. You smiled and turned to her. “You as well baby.” You leave a quick peck on her cheek. “I’m going to get some wine, would you like a glass?” “Ohh yes please.”

You give her hand a squeeze before walking over to the refreshments. This months meeting was graciously hosted by Helion who loved a good party. He spared no expense when it came to good food and drinks. The decadent spread in front of you made your mouth water. quiches, meat carving stations, mini cakes and other pastries lay in rows on tables.

You make a plate to share with Rhys and Feyre as you make your way down the tables to the drinks. Some Day Court specific wine caught your eye. You made a mental note to try it later, if you could remember. You skillfully maneuver two glasses of strawberry wine between your fingers.

As you turn, a broad chest clad in forest green. “Sorry,” you look up at the male and are met with emerald green eyes and somewhat wicked smile. You felt anger roll through you. You pushed it down and force a fake smile to your face. “Hello, can I help you?”

Tamlin’s smile turned to a smirk. “I couldn’t help but notice your late entrance earlier today, my lady. I just wanted to say you look stunning this evening and introduce myself. I am Tamlin, High Lord of Spring.” You shoot him another fake smile. “Pleasure, but I must be getting back to my friends.”

“Allow me to help-“ he attempted to grab one of the glasses from you to hold but you held on with an iron grip. You felt Tamlin tense as he wrapped his hand tighter around the glass. You pulled back and forth, the glass eventually broke in your hand. The glass dug in and sliced your palm. You dropped the plate and broken glass, hissing at the cut nor dripping blood down your hand.

You heard Tamlin start to apologize as the people around you went silent and stared. Rhys was in your mind in an instant, “Whede are you, love?” “By the drinks.” You heard two sets of rushing footsteps, Rhys and Feyre appeared beside you. Rhys cradled your bleeding hand in his, “Gods, are you alright love?” You nod slowly, still staring at your bleeding hand. “Let me see,” Feyre said gently guiding your hand toward her. She uncurls your fingers as hers glow with her golden healing powers.

Your skin starts to stitch back together leaving your palm scar free but still smeared with blood. “Thank you.” You give her a weak smile. Feyre leans in to lightly kiss your lips but you deepen it, knowing it would drive Tamlin mad. As you turn back to Rhys you see Tamlin’s eyes practically bulge out of his head.

Rhys pulls out a handkerchief from his suit and wipes the blood from your hand. “You sure you’re ok love? Do you need anything?” “No I’m fine, thank you.” Rhys looked to Tamlin, a scowl on his beautiful lips. “Care to explain what happened Tamlin.” Rhys growled out. “Do you care to explain?” Tamlin practically screamed back. Rhys side stepped in front of you two. “Watch your tone.”

“What? Was Feyre not enough for you? And was Rhysand not enough for you? You two are the-“ before Tamlin could get his words out your fist connected with his nose. A crunching sound echoed in your ears as blood spattered from from his nostrils.

Tamlin holds his nose, his eyes wide with shock at the shot you just landed on him. “You don’t get to say anything about them! Or us! Just leave it.” You whirled on Rhys who looked beyond pissed. “Can we go home?” Feyre nodded, “I’ll get the others, you take her.” You watched her walk off to find the rest of the group until darkness swirled around you.

When it faded you were standing in the foyer of the River House with Rhys. He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking intensely in your eyes. “You shouldn’t have done that.” His was was smooth and quiet. You were shocked, fully expecting the opposite from him.

“I won’t apologize because I couldn’t let him just say nasty stuff about you two.” Rhys breathed out a soft laugh and pulled you to his chest, cradling your head.

You hear Feyre winnow back with Azriel and Cassian. She embraces you from behind, leaving a small kiss on the back of your head. “How’s your hand?” You pull away from them to look at Feyre. “I’m fine. What about you, are you ok Fey?”

Feyre looks between you and Rhys. She looked like she was holding something back. “I’m…ok. A little shaken by his outburst. And your punch. But ok.” Rhys picks Feyre up, she lays her head on his shoulder. “Why don’t we all go to bed. It’s been a long day.” You hum in agreement.

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[vidalinav]

Nothing about Helion had ever made Cassian upset. He remembered even being entertained by his antics at some point. The High Lord of Day might have been a massive flirt but he was also harmless… mostly.

Still, he'd never lose his innate power or esteem, but Cassian had been on the receiving end of his come-ons for years.

They all had.

Mor and Azriel and him. The three of them. Thick as thieves, but never willing to bear witness to what exactly a foursome would look like with a high lord in the mix. They were not too keen on the idea of a threesome either, and cauldron knew that would have been a disaster. Azriel still barely looked at Mor most days.

So Cassian knew that Helion was mostly all talk. He wasn't overly pushy, and there was nothing past what he'd seen with Mor that suggested that Helion would go above and beyond to attain their time romping in the sheets. He'd agree certainly. He'd suggest, most definitely, but he wasn't forceful.

Yet, Cassian had his arm wrapped around Nesta’s waist and it took no small effort to stop himself from pulling her onto his lap like Helion, at any moment, would steal her away.

"I hear congratulations are in order," Helion said, practically purring in his seat as he looked at the two of them--at Cassian's hand. Cassian didn’t know if the gesture was meant to lay claim, a "she’s mine," or if it was meant to threaten the high lord... he had hands large enough to pummel his face in.

"This is your first visit to Velaris," Nesta noted, taking a small sip of her wine and ignoring the press about their mating bond.

She was careful in both the number of sips and the amount she drank, Cassian had noticed. Ever since her birthday celebration, he'd begun to wonder if he should offer some assurity on her behalf--certainly they all couldn't judge the insistent need to be drunk, to forget the memories that bombarded their thoughts. They'd all been in that dark place before and Nesta was young. She'd have years before she figured out what was her best way of dealing with those periods. Though, Cassian also should have asked if there were other reasons why she was so hesitant.

Nesta never asked for anything but what everyone else was drinking, though, so Cassian stayed silent.

He wished he could stay silent right now, but every now and again, Feyre would whisper in his mind that he was once more grinding his teeth.

Something about Helion was goading at his nerves.

It didn't help that Nesta was so beautiful. Always, but especially tonight in a gown so silver she glowed like starlight. The dress only had tiny straps and Cassian couldn't help the thought that one pull from him, one tug with his teeth and he could drink in the moonlight of her breasts. He could kiss down her skin. He could be celebrating their mating, honoring his mate, just as he had all month long.

She had her hair down too, and he resisted swiping it to the side so he could bite at her neck. Maybe he could leave a mark there, another sign that she was taken just like his hand and just like her ring. An eight pointed star set in diamonds on a silver band. A reminder of their first bargain but not their first bond.

Maybe he'd make her a few more bargains, so those magical marks would cover her entire body in she's mine.

"I have always wondered why Rhys guarded this city so highly. Though his court is filled with enough beauty, I shouldn't have been surprised."

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #you know sometimes I just write whatever pops into this little noggin #head empty but words be flowing #vidalinav writes snippets #helionessian? #nessio? #Nession?

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5, Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Chapter 6

I need her

You landed in Helion’s court, and to your surprise Helion was waiting for you by the gates of his palace. Rhysand must have informed him. You thought and couldn’t stop the tears as your dear friend opened his arms waiting to embrace you in a loving warm hug, and he did just that as sobs left your mouth, your body shaking. He already knew what happened thanks to Rhysand again and you made a mental note to thank him when you see him again for saving you from a long heartbreaking conversation.

“Wanna go inside?” he asked you and you nodded in return.

He guided you in his office and you spent the rest of the evening drinking wine listening to him talk about what has happened in the day court while you were gone.

“Helion I’m so sorry…” your eyes watered again.

“Why sweetheart?” he asked.

“There were times that I thought about not coming back here, I had so much fun, I thought I could be a part of their family” you explained avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n that’s why I wanted to send you back, I knew that you belong to the night court, you can fit there, do way more things that you are meant to do… there…not here.” He said and continued “also I had a feeling that the shadowsinger is your mate…” he lowered his gaze, now he was the one who couldn’t look into your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up about meeting your mate and then be wrong” he explained.

Letting a sigh, you leaned back into the couch and stared the ceiling. Million thoughts ran through your mind making you feel dizzy. “He will want to see you” Helion said interrupting the chaos in your head.

“No” the power in your voice surprised both of you, Helion only nodded not wanting to pressure you. “There’s nothing more for him to say, we spent so much time together, he was different with me… I thought this meant something but he ruined everything. The bond means nothing to me if it’s the only reason he wants to be with me.” You continued and the decision was pretty clear for you, you had felt a tug to the bond when you were flying here so he knew, you blocked him and continued your flight.

“Helion…. Can you break the bond?” you asked and Helion stared at you wide-eyed.

“y/n are you sure you want that?” he asked. “Yes I’m sure” you replied a determined look on your face. “If we do this then both of you will feel tremendous pain, I have to grasp the bond and rip it off you both, it will feel like I’m ripping a part of your soul, and the emptiness….the emptiness has caused faes to kill themselves” he explained with a pained look.

“I want to do this.” You repeated.

“Okay, go get some rest and we will discuss this again tomorrow” you tried to protest but he kept a finger up “IF you still want to do this tomorrow then okay…” he concluded.

You left his office and went back to your old room; it was still the same as you left it. With a sigh you fell on your bed and slept, you will need to be well-rested tomorrow.

Helion spent the night thinking, he wrote a quick letter explaining what you are planning to do and sent it to Rhysand praying to the cauldron that someone from the inner circle will be able to change your mind.

Velaris

Rhysand was restless, he was pacing back and forth in the dining room, all eyes on him, only Azriel and Elain weren’t there. Azriel disappeared as soon as he felt the bond, blocking everyone from his mind and Elain left in tears as soon as Rhysand scolded her and threatened to ban her from his court if she went anywhere near Azriel again. Feyre surprised everyone when she agreed with Rhysand and Nesta kept her mouth shut knowing that Elain truly fucked up this time. They wouldn’t ban her of course but they had to make a point.

He kept pacing until a piece of paper fell in his hands, everyone stared at him in question. “Oh no” he said as soon as he finished the last line pulling his hair. “What is it?” Feyre asked leaving her chair to get the letter.

“She wants to break the bond?” she asked a sad expression on her face. A gasp startled them as Elain appeared from behind the door. “See what you did? Are you enjoying this?” Mor shouted and Amren placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

Rhysand tried with all of his powers to break through Azriel’s shields, scrapping to show him the severity of the situation.

What do you want? Azriel’s question rang through his mind.

You need to get back here right fucking now Az it’s urgent Rhysand replied slightly using his High Lord voice.

Azriel’s breath caught in his throat, did something happen to you? He rushed on his feet and let his shadows embrace him moving him to the house of the wind. He saw all of his friends, he could feel their anger, their worry but also sadness.

“What happened Rhys?” he was shaking, trying to keep a cool demeanour and a cold mask over his face.

“She wants to break the bond.” Rhys replied and stared at his shoes not wanting to see the look on his friend’s face.

“Can she do that?” Azriel’s voice was shaking and barely above a whisper.

“Helion can.” It was Feyre who replied wanting to save her mate from this awful conversation.

“I have to go there, maybe I can change her mind” Azriel stated waiting for the approval from his high lord, not that he wouldn’t go if Rhys denied him, but he hoped that maybe his friend would offer to accompany him in this hard trip.

“I will come with you” Mor said getting up. Azriel stared at her and she offered him a tight smile “I like to think that we became friends while she was here, maybe I can help you change her mind” she continued.

Azriel nodded and headed for the balcony but was stopped by Elain who ran to him falling on her knees and hugging his legs. “Don’t go…please, let her break the bond, I can ask Helion to do the same for me and then we can be together, nothing will stand between us” everyone stared in shock.

“Don’t you get it?” Azriel screamed so loud that Elain flinched and fell backwards crawling away from the shadowsinger, he was terrifying, his eyes wide his wings tense and widespread, his hands in tight fists and shadows frantic around him, his voice rough and cold… his siphons almost breaking from the power that trembled Velaris. “I fell for her and my stupid mind held me back, I thought it was meant to be three sisters for three brothers but I was wrong. I need her” he kept screaming his voice breaking at the end.

“I need her” he repeated.

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[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

The Heart of a Wanderer VII

Clifftop

Previous chapter can be read here

If you need a complete refresher or would like to jump into this story, the masterlist can be found here

4.4k words. Very light sexual themes.

Azriel had flown them back to the edge of Persepolis in silence before winnowing them the rest of the way home. His face had remained a stoic, stony thing. Hard hazel eyes scouting their path meticulously but always carefully remaining averted from her. 

She thought she felt his gaze burning the side of her face a few times, sensed his chest constricting as if he were about to say something, but then he’d stop himself. If he was going to apologise for his outburst then she would accept, but she wasn’t going to beg for it. Nor make it easy for him. He’d acted like an ass, and she was sick of letting people get away with it. The entire way home was such a stark contrast to their flight in.

They had stayed only one night in Helion’s palace, needing the time to rehash her vision with the High Lord and then devise a plan to assist in anything they may need to avoid allowing Beron to be successful in the matter of the looming Spring Court invasion.

Helion, graciously, had agreed to provide aide, in whichever way he could. And she and Azriel had played their parts well. They had agreed the citizens of Spring couldn’t be left to defend for themselves against the might of the Autumn armies, and that their safety would be of utmost importance, along with stopping Beron from successfully taking over the fraught territory. Impeding Beron’s triumph in turn seemed imperative in protecting the humans who inhabited the land just below Springs’ borders, too.

After all matters of importance had been decided upon and planned for, Helion had invited them to drink and dine with him in his private parlour that night. Elain accepted graciously, but Azriel had politely declined, claiming he had reports to complete that had become pressing. 

She tasted the lie in the air, knowing the Shadowsinger was avoiding her, as he had been since their argument in his room. She had been deflated that they had found themselves back in this awkward territory after seemingly coming so close to being friends again. But she decided not to wallow, not to let his broodiness seep into her own attitude. If she had just one night here, out from under the watchful eyes of all of those from the Night Court, then she would damn well enjoy it.

She had changed into a more comfortable but no less stunning dress for the evening. A flowing gown that still resembled the Day Court fashion, but less stuffy and embellished, the colour a deep jade. Its bodice still hugged her torso and the skirts billowed around her slender legs, but the added gold embellishments were stripped, leaving her more relaxed to eat and lounge with the High Lord’s company for the night.

There were perhaps two dozen High Fae gathered in Helion’s private parlour when she joined them that evening, the room dimly lit with flickering glass lanterns strewn across the marble floors. Males and females alike dressed in gowns and robes in a kaleidoscope of deep jewelled tones were lounging on puffy, cloud like cream-coloured cushions, or draped across low-lying, deep-seated settees. 

Some attendees were already entangled in varying degrees of lust and desire, whilst others merely enjoyed the view and ambiance or discussion around them. Swathes of fine gold organza draped and folded from the low ceiling, giving one the sense that they were nestled within a giant ornate nest, the delicate fabric muffling the sounds of neighbouring conversations and impassioned touching alike. 

Crystal decanters of ruby, sapphire and emerald held various wines and liquors. Females in billowing magenta pants and exposed bellies floated around the room offering trays of plump dates, rosewater and orange-blossom flavoured jellies, and a sweet flaky pastry treat called baklava. Brass platters of fresh figs, soft cheeses and olives were spread across the scattered tables around the room. 

It was all so decadent and lush. And although Elain usually shied away from such scenes of debauchery, she found herself once again drawn into the thrall of the Day Court customs. Emboldened by the absence of anyone who reallyknew her. 

Here she could be anyone, here she could enjoy something she would normally not care to want, if even just for just a little while. It wasn’t something she longed for often, not at all. But on the occasion, it felt like a refreshing change. Like she could slip on a different mask and play make believe for just one night.

She had spent that evening in Leto’s company, her sandals kicked off and strewn about on the floor before her and her legs tucked beneath her on a soft, cream loveseat. They had not spoken or seen each other since the last time she had been in Day, which had been months ago, and she had forgotten how easy he was to talk to. She had forgotten how charming his smile was, how his rich olive skin seemed to glow from within, how his pale green eyes peered so intently at her as she spoke. But despite all of this, of how truly lovely this male was, she found her thoughts wandering up to the room beside hers. The room that she knew was currently occupied with the brooding shadowsinger. 

After his outburst, she figured Azriel must have been jealous of Leto. That he had sensed something between them and surmised some sort of scenario for himself. Never mind that all that had happened between them was a few kisses and heavy petting when she had last spent time here. Having indulged in a few glasses of Day Court wine had left Elain feeling lightheaded and a touch rambunctious. 

Sure, they were very hot and heavy kisses that still made her blush when she remembered them; how she had brazenly straddled his lap, how his hands had grazed across her burning skin, how his tongue had traced wicked paths up her throat and along her collar bones. She had explained to Leto that she was just looking for some light-hearted fun, nothing serious. He had merely replied that she was a beautiful young female, and she was entitled to do as she pleased. That there was no judgement in the Day Court. 

She wasn’t sure if he knew the status of her mateship. Not that it meant anything to her. But she didn’t bring it up and graciously, neither did he. 

During that first visit, they had indulged in a night of laughing and drinking and passionate foreplay, Elain draped over Leto’s lap as he ravished her lips, chest and neck. She’d never done such a thing, her human sensibilities always holding her back- but she found the more time she spent with the fae, the less she cared about trivial things such as decorum and propriety. She was free to do as she pleased, and she’d be damned if she was going to let a couple of stubborn males dictate what or who she should be doing. She belonged to no one.

So, she had enjoyed herself this visit too, although she had refrained from partaking in anything physical with Leto this time. He didn’t push her and seemed genuinely happy to just enjoy her company, talking with her into the early hours of the morning. When people started dispersing; either retiring to their quarters alone, or to finish what had been started with one or several partners, they too turned in for the night.

Leto had walked her to her door and left her with a sweet kiss on the back of her hand, wishing her a restful sleep. 

Entering her room that night, Elain hadn’t heard a single sound coming from the occupant next door. And yet a restful sleep was far from reach.

~

Elain sat on a plush leather couch in the main library of the river manor, a small fire crackling before her as the weather had finally started to turn colder. The looming clouds outside had been foreboding enough to have her forgo any of her gardening duties today, instead opting to hunt down any books about Seers, controlling one’s powers, and how to strengthen one’s mind to the onslaught of various magics.

The books she had collected were currently sat in a stack beside her on a small brass pedestal, a heavy tome open in her lap, but the words before her swayed in and out of focus. Her mind was unable to fixate on the topic before her, ironically. The broody Spymaster incessantly floating into her mind instead.

It had been almost a week since they had returned from Day, and beyond their initial meeting with Rhys upon their immediate return to Velaris, Elain had not heard a peep from Azriel. She wasn’t even sure if he had been staying at the river manor, let alone if he was anywhere in the entirety of the Night Court. 

It seemed every time there had been some sort of conflict between them, they would choose to run away. Her to the far reaches of Prythian, Azriel to the Mother knows where. She hated it. And she was sick of having to tiptoe around males. It was bad enough when Lucien imposed his presence upon her during his seldom visits to Velaris, but the thought of needing to avoid Azriel too? She could no longer stand the thought.

Snapping the book shut with a loud thud, Elain stood, flinging the leather-bound pages behind her on the cushion she had previously sat in. A small groan of frustration left her lips as she paced, back and forth, her feet wearing a path across the plush rug along the face of the fireplace.

Elain was fed up, aggravated of this cat and mouse game, the unpredictability of this situation between herself and Azriel. They couldn’t continue avoiding each other forever, and further to that she had the nagging suspicion that there was something he wasn’t being completely honest with her about. She was tired of the restless nights and simply of not knowing. Of not knowing where he was, when he would return, if he was safe, how he felt, how she felt. It was growing tiresome and once again she decided that she couldn’t wait.

She couldn’t wait until an appropriate time to corner him, to speak with him. She couldn’t wait for him to come strolling through the door in his worn leathers, his face weary. She wouldn’t.

And so, she once again closed her eyes. Delving further and further into that mysterious well of power that rumbled deep within, she allowed the pull of the void to lead her along the path to Azriel as she winnowed.

~

Before Elain had even opened her eyes, she felt the cold, harsh wind whipping against her skirts, tangling in her long hair. She hadn’t thought to don a cloak in her urgency to go, and truth be told, the bite of the icy air only bolstered her resolve.

Cracking her eyes open to reveal the scene she had winnowed to, she learnt why the wind was so arctic here, why it so ferociously whipped about her. 

Standing near the edge of a rocky cliffside, she peered around her, spotting Azriel about twenty paces ahead. His back was turned to her, his mighty wings a strong dark force against the strong gale. He stood deathly still, the only movement was his raven hair that whipped wildly about his face, and a few lone shadows that swirled about his feet, caressed his neck.

Elain couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by him, the mighty warrior on the edge of the jagged cliff. His strong thighs planting him securely to the ground beneath his feet, the two siphons upon those brutally scarred hands the only source of brightness in the otherwise moody scene before her. 

A shadow coiled about his ear before disappearing, and Azriel turned, a look of mild surprise lining his face as he beheld Elain standing in the knee length grassy meadow at his back. Before he could turn around completely, Elain’s feet moved. She was grateful she hadn’t winnowed to directly on top of him this time, but she didn’t let the insecurity of that dredged up memory show as she closed the distance between them.

His deep voice floated over to her on the back of a strong gust of wind. “How did you find me?”

Once she was within a few paces of him, she halted, standing before him with her shoulders thrown back. Elain chose to ignore his question. She wasn’t sure how she had found him anyway. It was as if some part of her knew where she could find Azriel, where she could always find Azriel. But she wasn’t going to admit that. She’d never admit the pull she felt toward him, the bright, invisible thread that seemed to bind them.

“I winnowed,” she responded instead. A vague enough answer that perhaps alerted him to her hedging but provided enough information to the Spymaster that confirmed they remained alone. That no one had brought her here. That they could speak freely.

“Is everything ok?” he responded. She spied a few shadows darting away, no doubt off to gather information about any happenings he should be aware of, any danger.

“Everyone is fine. I just wanted to speak with you.”

His face gave nothing away, even as his eyes bore into hers unwaveringly, seemingly trying to read her expression in return. “What about?”

Elain scoffed at the question somewhat unkindly, his seemingly feigned naivety grating on her patience. “What about?You have been avoiding me since the day we arrived in Persepolis. Barely three words have been uttered. You cannot be that obtuse, Azriel.”

His eyebrows bunched together as a dimple appeared in the tan skin of his smooth cheek. She couldn’t tell if he was annoyed with her last remark or trying to hide his surprise.

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” he murmured adamantly, clasping his hands behind his back, a muscle in his neck twitching.

“Oh yes you have, you haven’t been home in over a week, nor present at a single meal,” she bit back, her muscles now tensed against the ice cold winds.

“I’ve been busy with the looming conflict in Spring. I…I’ve been coming home late and leaving before you rise.”

“So, you’ve been avoiding me.”

“As I said, I’ve been busy,” he bit out, not conceding to her inferences.

“Well, we’re here now, and I’ve had enough,” her temper was rising at his petulance.

“Enough of what?”

Enough of what? Elain heard her own heartbeat pounding wildly in her ears, her temper flaring with every passing word Azriel uttered. She exploded, her voice coming out louder than before, her arms splayed out wide. “Of running! Of you running, of me running. I’ve had enough!”

“I haven’t been running—"

“Oh, come off it, Azriel!” she shouted, cutting him off from telling more lies.

“What do you want me to say?” He too was growing exasperated now. Good. She’d had enough of his stoic composure. She’s gladly see him unravel if it meant he was honest.

“The truth! Tell me the truth! I know there is something you are not being honest about.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched, the only sign that she had said something with some certainty behind it. Even still, he seemed reluctant to speak his mind.

“Is it really that bad? The thought of kissing me?” She had uttered the words so softly; she couldn’t swallow them before they had come tumbling out.

His face cracked, his shoulders softening slightly, his hands flinching at his sides as if they ached to reach for her. It was clear he hadn’t expected such candor from her, nor had she expected to let that admission free from her private thoughts.

His voice came out as a croak, his eyes peering down upon her beseechingly. “No. it’s not that. Elain…”

His words drifted off, fading into nothing, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly, the scars on his hands stretched over his clenched fists. His eyes darted across her face, his expression giving nothing away, and yet something charged went taught between them. That mysterious thread once again pulling.

“Azriel…”

She started the sentence but truly wasn’t mindful of how she’d finish it. But no sooner had his name slipped from between her lips he was stalking toward her. His long legs ate up the space between them in just a few paces and in the next moment he had reached out with those beautiful hands and buried them into her hair. 

Before she could register his intentions, he had swooped down and captured her lips with his. Azriel kissed her so desperately, so passionately, that the air had been knocked from her lungs. He had utterly caught her by surprise and she couldn’t react, her body wilting in his arms. Melting hopelessly into his embrace.

Her arms hung limply at her sides as he pulled away slightly, his face still so close to hers, lips swollen from their kiss, his bright hazel eyes churning as they searched her face. In vain he searched for an answer, for a sign that what he had done was ok, that she too, had wanted this.

Before he could pull away, she had grabbed the front of his leathers, tugging him down toward her and this time Elain kissed him with back the same amount of gusto. The same amount of aching need leaching from every swipe of her tongue, every bite of her lips, every sweep of her hands dragging along his neck, asking a question she desperately longed to find the answer to. 

He answered, leaving no query as to what his intentions were.

His kiss consumed her, like flames licking languidly at her very soul, slowly devouring her until there was nothing left. Elain threw herself into the kiss, allowing her hands to wander down his hard chest, around his shoulders, the nape of his neck. He groaned in response, a bestial thing born from his gut, his very essence singing in answer to hers.

Her slight hands inched beneath the collar of his leathers, and he shivered as the pads of her fingers caressed along his hot skin. She was burning and burning and burning in his arms. So many months of longing, so many moments of visceral need, so many feelings pulling at her from every direction.

And yet… she still did not know. She didn’t know what this all meant, why he had pulled away all those months ago, why he chose now to act on his feelings. Did he in fact feel anything for her? Or was this merely a physical need? Did he care for her at all? He had, once again, ran away from a problem.

Before the fire burning low in her belly could completely douse the dwindling clarity in her mind, she tore her lips away from his. As painful as it was to do so, they couldn’t leave this conversation lingering once more.

“Azriel… Az— wait,” she gasped as he latched his lips onto the side of her neck, his tongue laving at the skin there, pulling and swirling across the length of her throat as if he couldn’t stop himself from tasting her. A groan escaped his throat as he continued sucking at her and she couldn’t help the flutter of her eyes at the deep sound, the vibrations against her neck shooting straight through her centre.

“Azriel,” she moaned at a particularly delicious swipe of his tongue against her burning skin, “stop—” she mewled weakly.

No sooner had that final word fallen from her mouth, Azriel had flung himself off her. Snatching his hands away from her body and dragging them roughly through his hair he panted, remorse etched painfully on his face.

“Elain, I— I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me,” he spluttered as he continued to back away from her as if she had bitten venom into his veins. Self-hatred lined his face, truly believing he had done something wrong, something she did not wish.

“Azriel, no- that’s not what I meant. Its ok, I wanted this. Just, stop retreating. Stop running away. I only mean— if you cannot speak openly with me, then you have no right to my body, either.”

He turned pleading eyes toward her, his face stricken, still believing he had done something wicked, had forced himself on her. Seducing her into something that she didn’t wish.

She knew no words would be able to lift him out of the spiral he was currently plunging into so instead she showed him. Showed him that she trusted him, that she longed for his touch, that she wished for it day and night. But before she could completely succumb to those desires, she needed an explanation. She needed an understanding of where they stood, what she meant to him, why he had left her so abruptly that Solstice. 

Stalking up to him and grasping his hands in hers, she looked up into his face, hoping to portray nothing but sincerity, trust, comfort in his near presence.

“Azriel, please. Just tell me. Tell me what it is. What it all means. Why you’re jealous of Leto, why you avoided me for all those months, why you called me a mistake…”

A chocking sound escaped his throat. He looked stricken, his shoulders sagging with the weight of a secret she knew not. His eyes had closed but as he opened them his hazel irises burned brighter than she had ever seen them, appearing almost golden in the light of the setting sun.

“You are not a mistake Elain. You have no idea how abhorrently those words haunt me. How my actions haunt me, just. Please. Please try to understand.”

“Understand what? Azriel, stop evading speaking your truth! Please, just say… something.”

“I can’t—” a rasping sound clawed its way to his lips, as if the words were chocking him.

“Elain, I’m sorry. You deserve better.” 

Pulling his hands from hers he inched backwards once more, edging closer and closer to that cliff.

“Azriel! Stop running!” she cried, her mouth twisting in pain despite her attempts at willing it not to.

His hazel eyes guttered at the sight; the same devastation she felt reflected on his handsome face.

As if his legs moved on their own accord, he stalked back to her, reaching for her like a man finding nirvana. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, tilting her face up to his, her doe eyes wide as she peered back at him. He held her tenderly as if he had possession of the most precious thing in the world in the palm of his hands. His thumb traced her jaw and he looked down upon her as if he wished for nothing more than to simply exist in her embrace. “I’m not running, Elain. But please, let me…let me fix something first. I’ll see you at home. I promise.”

With those words, he pressed his lips to her forehead for one long, pointed moment before he retreated again and stepped off the edge of the cliff. Elain gasped, forgetting herself before his wings shot out from behind him, catching a current and carrying him away.

Elain lifted her fingers to her lips, feeling they were indeed swollen from his passionate kisses. That this all just wasn’t a dream, a vision cruelly planted in her mind to torment her further.

She stood on that blustery cliff edge watching him fly away until he was but a dark speck upon the horizon in the far distance, high above the lights of Velaris, just winking to life as the sun set upon the city she called home.

~

Hours later Elain was being woken up by an urgent hand shaking her shoulder. She hadn’t realised she had fallen asleep, spending hours tossing and turning in her bed back at the manor. She had awaited Azriel’s return, straining her ears to hear any movement from his room down the hall, but such a thing never occurred. Her younger sisters’ tattooed fingers dug into her shoulder as her eyes adjusted to the first rays of morning light.

“Elain. Elain. Wake up. Beron has made his move. His armies march south.”

Elain bolted up in bed, the words clanging in her brain like a clapper pounding against the inside of its bell.

Elain scrambled within her bed sheets, fighting to free herself from the tangle of quilts and furs.

“I’ll get dressed immediately; I just need a minute,” she babbled, her voice thick from sleep.

“No Elain, wait. I need you to stay with Nyx, protect him,” Feyre instructed, the voice of the High Lady making its request. “Rhys and Az have already gone ahead. Cassian is gathering the Illyrian troops. Nesta and I are leaving shortly to meet them, and Mor is on her way too. Amren will stay behind with you to protect the city.”

Elain wanted to argue, wanted to insist she go with them. Help them in any way she could. But she knew why her sister asked her of this. She wasn’t a warrior. Was not trained in combat. Although no one could settle and care for Nyx outside of his parents like she could, something still twinged in her heart about being separated from them all during this time. But she knew this is where she was most useful.

Elain nodded her head just once, her sister seeming to sag in relief that Elain hadn’t put up more of a fight.

“Thank you,” Feyre breathed, “Send word with the twins if something comes up.”

“We’ll be fine, I promise,” Elain vowed. Feyre saw it for what it was; that Elain would protect Nyx with her life. Today and always.

Feyre squeezed her shoulder before turning away, her long braid swinging down her back against the leathers she had already donned. Time and time again her family had gone into battle, had been flung into conflict and danger and terrors beyond her wildest dreams. Elain couldn’t help but wonder when their luck would finally run out.

“Feyre?” Elain called from her bed, the urgency evident in her voice. 

Feyre turned; her blue grey eyes bright with concern. “Yes?”

“Please make sure you come home. All of you.”

Feyre nodded solemnly before she turned back, and Elain could do nothing but watch her sister retreating from her room for what she desperately hoped wasn’t the last time.

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[leviathanspain]

why didn’t i do it for you

cassian x reader

synopsis: you knew you weren’t his mate, but why did it hurt so much to realize that she was

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ever since feyre’s sisters were made, your life as a part of the inner circle was harder. an illyrian warrior like cas and azriel, you were given the task of babysitting the sisters like they were children. you had complained to rhysand to give you something worth your time, but the high lord had only rolled his eyes.

sitting with amren after a long night of playing nesta’s keeper, you shouldered a bottle of wine. amren was sitting across from you, drinking away at her cup of blood. you shrugged, “it’s not that i don’t like them-“

“you don’t like nesta.” she interjected, and you nodded, “i just wish rhys would stop seeing me as the weak illyrian girl from the mountains.”

you hadn’t been always on the easy path of life. your wings were destined to be cut, only to be saved from the sword last minute by rhysand, who had defended you, taking you away from your abuser to be safe. rhysand hadn’t known why he chose to save you, but as the years went by, you were considered a huge asset to him, and especially as part of his inner circle.

it was only luck that brought you to cassian and azriel, who treated you just like any other male warrior.

amren looked at you with those silver eyes and raised her eyebrows, “how’s cassian?” she changed topic and that made you even more upset. you took a huge swig of your wine and sighed, “being cassian.” you didn’t ever know how to respond to that question, “he’s been distant lately. making excuses to run off to the mountains. i would go with him but-“ amren nodded reassuringly, “it’s just hard because it’s been decades that we’ve been, ‘a thing’, but decades that i’ve never really known where we stand.”

you pondered off, “like, are we together? and if we aren’t, why did you get so upset when helion asked for me in the day court? or when i went out for drinks with azriel, as friends, but still decided to have a brawl with him?” you asked as if he was in the room with you and sighed, “it’s so hard, and i know you don’t care but i can’t tell mor, she’d tell me all the things that i want to hear and delusion is not what i need right now.” you closed your eyes.

amren sighed, “that’s true. i don’t care, but surprisingly, i care about you, warrior.” you opened your eyes to see amren gazing at you, “cassian has told you that you aren’t mates, the bond has never clicked in the last century so why would it ever? leave him.”

the ‘encouragement’ from amren only put you in a worse sour mood. leaving for the townhouse, you had made it without stumbling. only when you reached the door, did you nearly fall.

the door tore open and cassian was on the other side. he raised his eyebrows at you and shook his head, “where have you been? rhys said that your shift with nesta was over three hours ago!” 

you shoved past cassian and stumbled inside, “sorry general. i didn’t know that my lack of communication would get me into such trouble.” your sarcasm was one of the things cassian loved, when it wasn’t directed at him.

when it was, he was more than upset.

cassian grabbed your arm, “really? you come home drunk and don’t think i deserve to know why?”

you rolled your eyes, “don’t do this, not right now.” you tried to shuck him off but cassian was incredibly strong, and you weren’t sure why you acted like he wasn’t.

cassian looked at you with even more anger in his eyes. and that only set you towards the stairs, away from him.

cassian was relentless, and so he followed you.

the only good thing about the townhouse was that there was always extra rooms that you could sleep in. so you let yourself wander into one of the empty rooms and shut the door. you had barely made it to the bed when cassian slammed the door open.

“y/n. i asked you a question.” he was practically foaming at the mouth with rage, he was going to snap at your disrespect.

“it’s you! cassian, you are the reason why i feel like this! im sorry that you and i can’t share our problems so i drown them in drinks. and i’m sorry i ignore you because i’ll cry if i don’t.” you felt the tears well and you looked down, “please, just, leave me alone.”

cassian was speechless, and for once, he slowly stepped away, and closed the door.

you hadn’t left that room for days. at least, it felt like days. you had ignored every one of your friends.

even feyre had come to see you, and when she tried to ask what was wrong, you shook your head, “this isn’t a burden that’s yours to bear.” was all you could say as you shut out yet again, another person.

on a particularly bad day, you waited for rhys to make his round of begging for you to return to society.

“i want to leave.” as you said the words, you could only feel the shattering of rhysand as he looked at you.

“what?” the words didn’t even sound real as he heard them.

“i need to leave, rhys. i cant be here, with him, i-“ you shook your head, “im going back to the mountains.”

“no.” rhysand’s voice was full of anger as he said that, “anywhere but there. i will not let you go back there y/n.” he knew how much the illyrians had hurt you. wanting to return meant a genuine struggle.

you sighed, “the day court.” you looked down at your hands, “helion has been asking for me back, and you know he’ll take care of me.” rhysand nodded reluctantly, “are you sure? i can talk to cassian and-“

you held up a hand, “rhys. you are my brother, and i love you. but this is something that you can’t fix, not as rhysand and definitely not as a high lord.”

rhys nodded, holding out his arm, he smiled bitterly, “let’s go.”

months had passed since you ceased communication with the night court. it was for the best, you had told yourself. even when rhysand had begged you to change your mind, you had realized that you needed a change. you couldn’t be kept in velaris with cassian, always fighting and always arguing.

although you missed your home, you didn’t miss the suffocating feeling of knowing you weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours.

helion had healed your pain. he wasn’t your mate, hardly was he even more than just a fling, but he was a friend.

as you walked through one of the many libraries in the day court, you realized that you weren’t alone. a small shadow coasted the line of your back and you turned to see azriel fading in front of you.

you smiled at him, and azriel gave a small smirk, “still always on guard.” he whistled.

“always.” you remarked, “what brings the shadows to the day court?”

azriel looked down slightly before looking at you, “rhys asked for you back. he wants to have dinner, as a family.”

you looked at azriel with raised eyebrows.

clearly there was something else az wasn’t telling you. but as you landed on the roof of the house of wind, you didn’t even need to ask questions.

the smell, you could smell it as you flew above but it was driving you crazy, who was it? a smell between only mates, rhys and feyre reeked of it, but this was someone else.

as you walked inside, azriel just ahead of you, you realized with a deep sinking of your heart who it was.

before you could even react, mor ran up to you and engulfed you in a big hug. her squeal of happiness couldve rattled the house, “y/n! oh my warrior princess how i’ve missed you!” she looked you over and still smiled brightly, “the sun in the day court must be different. you look amazing.” you blushed at her compliment, “my, oh my, legendary mor falling in love with me. what an honor.” you joked and mor nudged you softly with a laugh.

rhysand was next to hug you, “i’m surprised you didn’t fight azriel on the way here. i had sent him with extra knives just in case.” he winked and you shoved him, “whatever rhys. why am i here?”

“y/n.” cassian walked into the dining area and it was then that it all clicked for you. he was different. he looked the same, he’s always looked the same. but his gaze towards you wasn’t the same anymore.

“cassian.” you looked him over and realized that he was the smell. newly mated, you realized with a pang.

rhys stepped away from you and the tension in the room was suddenly at an all time high just as nesta shuffled in.

the smell got stronger and your pain became more apparent.

“oh.” the words were lost on you as you stepped back slightly. mor, amren, feyre, they all looked at you with sympathy as you looked away.

cassian called your name but you couldn’t be there any longer.

you ran back to the roof and let your wings do the work as you threw yourself into the air.

the soft snowy base was the first thing you felt. you had been flying for what felt like hours. you had abandoned the dinner, it was as if your worst fear had manifested.

cassian and nesta?

the tears were hardly an expression to how you truly felt.

but it got worse as you heard the flapping of more wings.

cassian landed on the mountain just a bit aways from you and you took a deep inhale, “go away, cassian.” you said sternly, but realized with panic that you were getting teary.

cassian stalked over to you and shook his head, “i’m sorry.”

“how could you do this to me, cassian? why would you humiliate me in front of them? why couldn’t you have a written some bullshit letter about how it isn’t me it’s you?!” you sobbed now, finally letting the gates that held back your tears go, “i loved you! cassian, mother, how i loved you.”

cassian shook his head, “you left me! you ran away to the day court and thought i would wait for you? i told you, and we both knew we weren’t destined to be together, we aren’t good for each other!”

“but nesta archeron is? the woman you swore was so uptight and horrendous that i got stuck babysitting her?” you balled your hands up in fury, “that’s your mate?” your voice broke suddenly and you stepped back, “how long did you know?”

cassian shook his head.

“how long, cas?”

cassian looked at you, “the day she was made. the day she came out of that cauldron, i was hers.”

you nodded, “i hate you.”

cassian looked at you in disbelief. he knew you were hurt, but hurt enough to say you hated him?

he’s spent the better part of his life loving you, devoting himself to you, and you thought you were the only one who was hurt?

cassian sucked in a breath, “don’t you think that it hurt me too that you weren’t my mate? i denied myself her, i denied the bond, everything. i wanted you, i wanted to choose you.”

you shook your head, “don’t lie to me. it’s the one thing you promised not to do.”

cassian was at a loss for words, “why did you come here?” he looked at the mountain and realized that this was the first time since rhysand had saved you that you returned.

you shrugged, “the place where my life began, and where my life with you ends.” you looked at cassian and walked closer to him.

cassian smelled of her, and it was hard to even be near him. and the confusion crossed his face as you reached up just behind his ear. but you knew what you were looking for. and you grabbed a lock of his hair and yanked it.

cassian hissed and looked at you as you held the lock of your hair that he had knotted with his own, and threw it to the ground.

as you walked away, cassian pulled you back, “why do you care so much? you cant say you love me anymore, fate won’t let you.” you whispered, and cassian let you go, a broken heart displayed on his face as you flew away.

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[azrielsmommy]

Dark Paradise (Part One)

Pairing: Azriel x Fem! Reader

Summary: Never in the existence of Prythian had there been a rightful heir to two courts, much less a female, but there you are, in the flesh. With war upon the lands, and questionable family dynamics, a certain shadowsinger takes it upon himself to make your life just a little bit more interesting.

Word Count: 1058

Warnings: some angst, sexual themes

a/n: i have NEVER written anything on here about acotar, or just fanfics in general. this is just some slight backstory, i promise we get into the MEAT of it all soon!

The blazing sun was beating down on your face, causing your hair to shimmer with faint red hues as you approached the throne room. The sound of your long white skirt swishing, accompanied by the clicking of your heels against the white marble floors, were the only noise throughout the palace, not even birds sang their melodies.

As you walked through the large doors to the throne room, the sun increased by tenfold, beaming in through various circular skylights. To fae not from the Day Court, the sun would've been blistering and heat-stroke inducing, and in your years spent here, you've witnessed a fair share. Yet to you it was pleasant, you loved it, a sweet reminder of home. A slight smile stretched across your lips as you took in the intricate designs that decorated the pillars in the throne room.

The effort and care that went into sculpting this beautiful room never ceased to amaze, but your favourite piece of artwork was certainly the thrones themselves. Halting your footsteps before the stairs that led up to the three thrones, each one made of glistening white marble, all enveloped in golden light. You admired the middle throne, belonging to Helion, your father. It's the largest of the three, built for a High Lord, and it'll be yours, when the times comes, but you wish it doesn't anytime soon. You're tired of loosing family.

A wave of sorrow crashes over you as your gaze drifts to the smaller throne of the left, empty, a solemn reminder of your dead brother. It's covered in a large gold and white cloth, several little trinkets on the throne serves as a memory of him. You wrung your hands, as you focused on keeping your emotions at bay.

A sigh escaped from you, disappointment at the lack of your fathers presence, you thought he would've been here, welcoming you home from your travels. Dropping your hands in annoyance, you turned on your heel ready to leave when you heard echoing footsteps.

"What kind of daughter leaves her father, all alone, while she travels to Vallahan." Helion's voice had a teasing tone as he gracefully walked towards you.

"What kind of father forgets about his daughter?" You playfully retort back, raising an eyebrow as you try to keep a smile from forming on your lips. Helion stops just an arms reach from you, as he dramatically places a hand on his chest as if physically wounded.

"I would never forget about you, my sweet daughter." He spoke in a soft tone. The smile that threatened to spread on your face finally forms as you laughed, throwing your arms around your father in a tight hug. Helion held onto you like his life depended on it. You relished in the feeling of finally seeing your father after your long time spent abroad. After a minute he released you, instead throwing an arm around your shoulder, ushering you out of the throne room.

"How were your diplomatic measures in Vallahan, I presume they went smoothly?" He asked as we walked together through the palace hallways. It went more than just simply smooth, your time was spent drinking at bars, dancing until you could no longer, and sex with males of all kinds. Of course you successfully made alliances and discussed peace with fae in power, but a simple nod satisfied your father.

The rest of the evening was spent catching up with the people of your court over a the banquet created in celebration of your return. You spent your night drinking lavish wine, and dancing until your feet hurt, males watched you with pure lust and greed in their eyes, but you paid no attention to them.

As the night turned into early day, everybody stumbled back to their respective homes, and you to your room. Giggles slipped past your lips as you staggered down the halls to your room. Cauldron your feet fucking hurt.

"Stupid shoes," you slurred while fighting with the straps on your heels, fingers struggling to unclasp them. Finally you stepped out of them, letting your bare feet hit the floor. Nearly moaning at the feeling. Shoes in one hand you continued the trek to your room. Nearly face planting into the door, you stumbled towards your bed, and flopped down, shoes thrown onto the carpet.

You fell asleep as soon as you landed on your bed, not even caring to get under the soft covers, or take of your makeup and dress. As you slept your dreams were plagued by a man, he was shroud in shadows, his very aura exuded mystery.

His body looked like it was sculpted by the Mother herself, the lines of his muscles still visible through the battle leathers that he wore, and those wings. Dauntingly huge, you've never seen a pair of Illyrian wings that large before.

As your eyes drifted upwards towards his face you froze, he was devastatingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that would have any female begging for his attention. Your hand involuntarily reached out towards him, unable to take yourself out of the spell he seemingly put you under. He was some sort of an otherworldly dark paradise.

Your fingers just grazing his shoulder before you abruptly awoke. Shooting up from the bed you gasped, reeling from your dream that felt all too real.

Who was that man? Why was I dreaming of him? Thoughts ran through your mind at the speed of light, as you glanced around your room, a small shadow in the corner near your vanity caught your eye. As you watched the shadows flicker and slink about, it seemed as though somebody, through the shadows, watched back.

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Azriel splashes his face with cold water, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat down. Running his hands through his hair he leaned against the bathroom counter, staring at himself through the mirror. He doesn't really.....dream, his sleep is always restless, filled with memories from his childhood. So imagine his surprise when a women, with slightly copper hair appears in his dreams, and reaches out for him.

His brains feels like mush, shaking his head, he tries to free the questions that desperately cling to his mind, as he heads into his closet, dressing into his leathers for the day.

Rhysand and him have a meeting with Helion today.

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #fanfic #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #rhys acotar

[acourtofmenandthirst]

Fox Hunting

Back to your regularly scheduled Eris programming: Eris loses his control during an Autumn Court party, and only you can tame him

Warnings: Basically just smut lol, fireplay, mean-ish Eris

Word Count: 4.3K

While the Autumn Court did not play well with others, not often inviting other Courts to come play with them, it was quite known for its elaborate dinner parties and balls.

Amongst such parties, the High Fae gathered with the powerful Autumn citizens, intermixing with academics, knights, politicians, bankers - it was not often outside these balls that such groups commingled. Times like these called for loud music, flowing liquor, shared cigars - all in fueling lucrative deals and battle plans.

That’s how you found yourself at the High Lord’s estate, dressed in your most elaborate gown, your hair swirled up atop your head, a goblet of red wine swirling loosely in your grasp. The male across from you smiled broadly as he told you about his studies. You paid more attention to his exaggerated movements than what he was actually saying… something about the history of the Night Court - the conquests of the High Lords’ before Rhysand’s time. You ought to pretend you were interested, but you knew he was only invited for Beron to play him like a fiddle. 

You bit your tongue, knowing you were invited for the same reason. Afterall, that’s how you met the High Lord’s eldest son. He was sent to inquire about your research on Helion and the magic he possessed. No doubt just a last-ditch effort for Beron to learn anything he could about the Spell-Cleaver and his abilities, sending his son in as a front. 

But that is how you met Eris Vanserra.

And how you ended up bent over your desk, the fiery male’s cock stretching you out. 

But you straightened, turning your attention back to the male in front of you. His dusty hair curled nicely over his brow, his brown eyes were wide with passion - thought perhaps it was just the mirthroot. His jacket was the same color as his eyes, a rich dark chestnut, reminding you of nothing but the Autumn forest. “The High Lord lived for over a thousand years,” he rambled on before taking a drag from his cigarette. The smoke swirled from his lips and across your chest, evoking a shiver down your spine and goosebumps erupting over your bare shoulders. “But he wasn’t the longest ruling in the Night Court, though.”

The male continued, and as he did, you simply sipped your wine, nodding along with him. You decided that he wasn’t too bad looking, he had a lovely facial structure, high cheekbones and a nicely set jaw. Autumn males tended to have that sharp look: clean, put-together. He might be a nice distraction for the evening, as the other male you hoped to spend your evening with was clearly taken with some statesman’s virgin daughter. 

“It’s correlated to the tensions with the other courts, you see,” he continued, hands moving between the two of you, nearly spilling his drink on your light gown. Suppressing your eye roll, you wiped your hand against the soft cream colored fabric, making sure it still remained stain-free. 

“Will you be joining me tonight?” The deep voice startled you, nearly causing you to drop your own wine. The light haired male stiffened, standing bone straight, facing the male behind you. You already knew before turning around - he stood at least a head taller than you - that he was glaring at your companion. 

With an exasperated sigh, loud enough that both males could year, you turned on your heel, facing the one at your back with a blank stare. “I’m speaking with Lochlan,” you informed him, bored. 

He leaned against the wall nonchalantly, clad in his finest burgundy jacket, hair curled nearly around his temples. He was a proud male, one who stood above all others not only in height, but in rank and power - he was a male who knew it, and wanted everyone else to know it, too. “That’s not what I asked,” he replied simply, red eyes burning into yours. 

You rolled your eyes, glancing back at the other academic. He stared at the Vanserra, confused almost. His mouth opened as he looked between the two of you, as he moved to say something, but suddenly decided against it. He, instead, mumbled something about using the restroom, offering you one last weary look before disappearing into the crowd. You crossed your arms over your chest, huffing out a breath and throwing a glare at the tall male remaining beside you. 

He smirked, leveling your gaze. Pathetic male, Eris couldn’t help but think, afraid of a challenge - though rightfully so. Staying around any longer, between the hunter and his prey, would have been a death wish. He wasn’t that dumb - he was a scholar, afterall, Eris had to give him at least a little credit. 

He watched you carefully, taking careful note of the change in your scent as he approached. Subtle, like you were fighting yourself from taking him right then and there - maybe by pressing those sweet thighs together. He didn’t miss how you crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your cleavage up ever so slightly, and he took his time staring at your chest, completely unabashed, almost laughing when he saw your exposed skin blush. “Maybe I was planning on joining you later,” you replied, annoyed. “Though you interrupted my conversation.” You shrugged, eyes scanning the sea of people before you. “I may have to find him later to finish.”

Eris barked out a laugh, staring out into the crowd, spotting the fleeting male easily. “To finish,” he repeated in a mocking tone, adorning his statement with an eye roll. You were visibly irritated - it was a sight he cherished - your set jaw, drawn eyebrows, narrowed eyes. He thought you looked very powerful, and he was so gods-damned attracted to pissed off females. 

He knew tonight would be fun. 

“Yes, Eris. Perhaps tonight I’m seeking a male who can have an intelligent conversation. You know, one who can use his head - not just the one on his cock.”

He wondered how you kept that straight face, not even the corner of your lips turned up in jest. It was impressive, really, especially considering the shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Oh, (Y/N), I’ll have you know I’m quite intelligent - well versed in many tongues. One in particular that has left you quite the screaming mess.”

He reached behind you and pulled the pin from your hair, leaving your locks flowing down past your shoulders. He fought the urge to drag his hand through it, pulling out the knots from your wild mane, twisting his fist up in the length, pulling it taught as you sucked his cock. He shook the idea from his mind, willing himself to be patient - hoping that he would be given the chance for that later that evening. 

You stepped away and brushed past him, trying to hide the blush crawling up your chest and cheeks at the thought of his head buried between your thighs. “Anything to drown out the sound of your pathetic commentary.” In reality, the future High Lord’s grunts and moans did make your legs clench. His primal grunts and lewd commentary always had you dripping wet for the male. Even the swift memories that flashed through your mind in that moment had your stomach in knots. 

“You want a pathetic male like Lochlan?” He scoffed, standing straight, sliding in front of your path, an arm held out to stop you. You paused before his arm could brush against your waist, dropping your hands to your side - an arm out to push his away from you. “A quiet male? So tongue tied he doesn’t know which way to lick you?” When you moved to retort, he cut you off. “You think he could fuck you like I can?”

You stared at the head haired male, unable to lie to him and yourself. 

“Oh, (Y/N), no snarky comment? Sounding more and more like him by the minute. Almost as if you caught some of his stupidity.” He tutted, grabbing your chin, turning your head to face him. “When I’m done with you tonight, you won’t even remember your own name.”

That’s exactly how you ended up in his bedchamber, thrown on his bed. 

He crawled his way over you on the mattress, pushing aside your fluffy dress, moving to lean over you. You glared at him, the way his greedy hands moved over your sides and up your chest. “Don’t ruin my dress,” you told him flatly, his deft fingertips tracing over the outline of your bodice. 

“Or what, (Y/N)?” He asked, pressing his palm against your ribcage. Heat dissipated through your abdomen and you narrowed your eyes in warning at him. Flames flashed behind his own red eyes, a smirk crawling up his plump lips. You bit your tongue, unsure of what to respond with. You kept your eyes level with his but laid helpless. “You’re so smart,” he whispered, leaning in closer. His nose brushed the tip of your own, the curly strands of hair fell against your forehead. “You know I can do whatever I want.”

The heat against your stomach made your legs tense beneath the pile of skirts, and though you didn’t kick against him, he knew you were seething. “Eris,” you warned behind gritted teeth. 

He smiled, flashing his white canines at you, pulling his hand away from you. Tendrils of smoke wrapped around his fingers, sailing up into the open air. His palm was glowing, flames threatening to spill from his skin. Your eyes fell to the grey scorch mark on your abdomen, where the cream color fabric had been charred away, material burnt and flaking at the edges. Eris leaned over you, hips pinning yours to the bed. “You truly are despicable, Eris,” you spat. “Everything everyone says about you is true, you know.”

Eris rolled his eyes, dropping his head against your shoulder. “You listen to the rumors, my sweet (Y/N)?” You felt him smile against your skin, lips sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. “What do they say about me?” He pressed a wet kiss to the spot below your ear, the place he knew had you weak in the knees. 

You stifled a moan, turning your head to the side, allowing him more access to your neck. Your hands carded through his red locks, pulling slightly as he nipped your skin. “That you’re a prick.”

Eris laughed, hand roaming upward over your chest, palming your breast through the unsinged portion of your dress. “Is that why you were holed up in the corner with that piss-poor excuse for a male? You were avoiding me?” He whispered, licking the shell of your ear, causing shivers down your spine. “Me and my cock?”

He ground into you, his hard dick pressed up between your legs. You parted your legs slightly, as much as you could with his leg pinning your thigh down. You made more room for him to move between your legs, and he took advantage, rubbing himself against you. Eris almost groaned, fire surging through his blood. No other female had him that hard - he’d been waiting all night for you to pull him away from the party. “I wasn’t avoiding you,” you huffed, trying to move your leg up over his back. You were trapped under the male’s thick thigh and the confines of your dress. “I knew you’d fuck up my dress with that messy fire - I wanted to enjoy it a bit longer.”

Eris moved his lips to yours, kissing you harshly, tongue swiping over yours, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “I was enjoying it - ” he broke the kiss to glare down at you with those lust-blown eyes. “ - the way your tits looked pushed up in this flimsy dress.” His hand rose to the edge of the bodice, taking hold of the fabric and ripping it clean in two, all the way down from between your breasts down to the ashy hole at your stomach. “I was watching you all evening, pressing yourself into the first male that gave you attention.”

“Well,” you mumbled, hand still gracing the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, as he moved back down the column of your neck, working to attack your chest in kisses. “You weren’t, and I was bored of waiting.”

“Waiting? Or hiding?” Eris mused, mouth closing in on your nipple. He nipped at the budding peak, earning a sharp gasp from you. He only smiled, rising up on his knees, towering over you, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. You shimmied the flailing fabric down your body, the pool of fabric stuck around your hips. Eris freed himself from his pants, cock bouncing against his stomach as he leaned forward, tearing the garment free from your body. He was hit with the smell of your arousal, he knew you were dripping wet without even needing to touch you. 

“Hiding?” You almost laughed, cut off by baring your teeth, huffing out a breath as Eris lined himself up and slid into you, no warning or any other foreplay. He smirked at the gasp that threatened to spill from your lips, the gasp that caught in the back of your throat. You released a shaky breath, meeting Eris’s glower. “You’re simple, Eris. I know you love a chase.”

He did laugh, sliding back and forth, nearly shocked at how wet you actually were. His cock was already coated with you - the sweet smell of your lust fueling him, the wet sound of him slapping against you, nearly pushing over the edge. “I love hunting my prey,” he muttered. “A small fox with a bruised ego? Not hard to find.”

Embarrassment flushed your cheeks as he snapped his hips into you, rocking you backwards on the bed. You gripped at his shoulders, still clad in that reddish jacket. Your nails scratched at the fabric, pulling at the gold piping, pulling the threads from the delicate embellishments. He loved the animalistic side of you, he loved toying with you. You secretly loved it too, and had planned on enticing the primal side of Eris all evening. “A male led around only by his cock - not hard to entice.” He nearly growled. “So archaic.”

Then he did growl.

He grabbed your hips tighter, pulling you into his lap as he leaned back on his knees, holding you above the mattress as his hips slammed into yours. His cock parted your lips, your arousal nearly running down your ass, falling onto your dress still in shreds below you. His tip pushed up against your deepest point, causing you to scream as it rubbed against your cervix. “Is that why you’re dripping for me? Like you didn’t leave a path for me to follow.”

You cried out as he dropped you onto the mattress, his dick slipping out of you entirely, slapping against his abs, shining against the light. Flames crawled up his hand and arm, glinting brightly in his eyes as he pressed his palm against your bare skin. 

You watched with wide eyes as those flames danced along your skin, crawled up your chest and rung around your throat. It tickled, licking against your sweaty skin, hot, but not burning - you knew it would if he willed it. You felt your cheeks warm instantly, and you were about to beg the male to continue fucking you. Your hand drew down your chest, fingers playing with the fire as you moved your hand toward your clit. 

Eris, the simple, distracted male did not notice your ministrations, only how your fingers fiddled with the flames, as if you wished to yield it, yourself. Gods, he would truly be a broken male if you could. The sight of you covered up in his flames was arousing, and Eris could have blown his load right there if he didn’t notice your hand curling around your sopping cunt. 

“My troublesome fox,” he breathed, letting your fingers dip into your pussy, spreading the wetness over your clit. 

“I like to keep it interesting,” you mewled, rubbing your clit, forcing your legs to stay open - clenching them around nothing. Eris’s pupils were blown wide, he was frozen, watching you masturbate in his bed, glowing against his fire. 

Snapping out of it quickly, not about to let you take control of the situation or let you get yourself off before willed it, he grabbed your wrist with a burning palm. You hissed, biting your bottom lip as he held that hand above your head. He slid back into you, allowing you to pull at his hair with your free hand. Your legs hooked behind his back, calves grazing the rough material of his coat. “You said it yourself, the dumb ones are boring.”

He huffed a laugh at your marking the end of your sentence with a squeeze of your pussy. “They are. But what of a female who thinks she’s smarter than me?”

“It’s not hard to be,” you muttered quietly, knowing full well he heard it from the furrow of his amber brow. With ankles locked behind him, you angled your hips upward, fucking back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Just the way he liked.

He narrowed his eyes at you before his free hand found your neck, flames sparking from his fingertips. “Watch your mouth,” he growled. “Or I will find better uses for it.”

You smiled broadly at him, humming out in pleasure as he squeezed the sides of your neck. The warmth erupted over your throat, shooting right down your chest and directly into your core. “You amongst many of the other males tonight.” He drove in deeper, faster. “I’m sure one of them might find my mouth desirable, wouldn’t you think?” His fingers slid higher, cutting against your jawbone. “Maybe even charming?”

His mask faltered if only a little. “I’ll paint my own court bloody before I allow another male to even look at you again.” 

Something like love bubbled up in your heart. 

Truly an Autumn male love confession if you’ve ever heard one. 

You tried desperately to tilt your neck upward, restrained by Eris’s fiery hand. He indulged you, leaning forward to capture your lips in his, ravishing your mouth. You danced together, tongues swiping against each other, teeth nipping. His hand squeezed tighter, blocking your airway just until you gasped, struggling for breath, when Eris pounced, breathing a throaty moan as he spit into your mouth. 

Your eyes flew open, meaning to shout at him, but his hand didn’t move - not even an inch - to let you up for air. Eris smiled down at you, releasing you only for a moment to grab your other hand, the one pulling at his hair, and hold it against the bed with your other one. “You fucking - ”

“Awe, (Y/N),” he cooed, devilish grin pulling at this burning lips. “I know you like it. Otherwise you wouldn’t have licked your lips and swallowed it up.” Shame pooled up in your stomach at the way your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper. “If you’re lucky I’ll cum in your mouth. But seems like you have other ideas.”

Releasing your throat fully, still holding your hands captive, he held your knee up to your shoulder, hovering over you and jackhammering into you. With a scream you came around him, the new position allowing him even deeper inside of you. He allowed you to ride out your high before sitting back fully, staring down at you with a questioning look. 

You didn’t even notice the glistening along his stomach and thighs, how your juices adorned his pale skin. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, legs shaking and numb as you met his eyes, apology lurching in your throat. He dragged a finger between the carved muscle on his abdomen, holding the finger out to your lips, rubbing it against your bottom lip before pressing it against your tongue. “We’ll have to do that again later,” he whispered, removing his finger to caress your cheek with this palm. You nodded deftly, unable to find any words, mouth agape. “First, you’re going to ride me.”

He grabbed your wrists, lurching you forward on wobbly knees, laying back on the bed, leaving you straddling his hips. His dick fell against your lower stomach, red and straining. His hands raised to your chest, pinching your nipple before caressing your breast, humming as you flinched at the contact. 

You rose up on shaking legs, angling his hard dick with your abused cunt, before sinking down slowly - painfully slow - so much so that Eris hissed as you dropped down. He humped into you, hips rising up from the mattress to slam into yours, cock poking against your insides. You rolled your eyes, dropping your hands against his burning hot chest and moving your hips up and down slowly. “That’s it, (Y/N),” he breathed, dropping his head against the mess of blankets. “Ride my dick how you know I like. There’s one thing you’re good at, huh?” He babbled through an exasperated breath. 

As his hands moved to your hips, you pushed them away, drawing an annoyed look from the male below you. You willed your legs to work as you fully rose, dick dropping from your wet pussy, and twisted around, facing the edge of the bed. You held a steadying hand to his thigh as you used your other to guide him back inside of you. 

Your hair fell around your shoulders as you pressed into the expanse of the mattress, throwing your hips up and down quickly, bouncing on his dick. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout his bedroom and Eris hissed, watching your plush ass jerk against his thighs. He tutted, displeased at your new position. 

You knew how the territorial male liked to watch you as the two of you fucked - so he could see you drunk on his cock, as he so kindly put it before. You rode him quickly like that, able to bend fully forward on your elbows, tits brushing the mattress as your hips rose up and down. 

Flames danced around your throat, wrapping around your neck and pulling you backwards. Your hands flew to your neck as your back arched, hips failing as you sat upright fully on Eris’s thighs, cock still buried deep in your cunt. He pulled the fire leash backwards until you gasped, straightening over him. 

You had him too close to finishing. 

He wanted to fuck you himself before he came.  

His hips jutted against yours, knocking you forward onto your hands and knees as he knelt behind you, still reigning your neck upwards with the inferno tether. He rutted into you from behind, pushing at the small of your back, so you arched beautifully against the mattress. The flames still wrapped around your neck, keeping your face from falling against the blankets. 

You clenched around him, moaning at each thrust, the tip of his cock pressing too far into you. “Look at me when you come,” he demanded, pulling back at the flames around your neck. Your head lifted and you threw a glare over your shoulder - a glare that you couldn’t keep up with once his free hand found your clit, rubbing quick circles against the sensitive spot. 

You came again with a soft gasp, squeezing Eris once more, intoxicatingly so. He followed behind you, spilling his seed inside of you. The flames vanished, allowing you a full gulp of air as you fell forward onto the mattress. Eris’s hand fell next to your head, holding himself just above you as his legs could no longer hold him up. 

He rolled off you, groaning as he pulled his sensitive cock from between your legs. You remained there on your stomach, blinking tired eyes at the male next to you. His brows drew together as his hand fell to the back of your head, brushing your hair with his fingers and tucking the loose strands behind your ear. A silent question - are you okay?

You swallowed hard, your throat hot and sore, but nodded, sighing as your eyes shut and nose nestled against the mattress. The male tutted, rising quickly to shed his clothing. How he managed to fuck you in the layers of clothing was beyond him. After tossing the jacket and many layers to the floor, he scooped you in his arms to move you to the head of the bed. Your arms slung around his shoulders as he lifted you, turning the covers down swiftly before setting you under the blankets. He climbed in next to you, laying on his side, allowing you to curl up into him. 

So you did, tucking yourself in the crook of his arm, resting your head on the expanse of his pale chest. You threw an arm over his abdomen, fingers tracing over the myriad of scars there - some faded into his skin, others sat marred and puckered. Eris’s hand came to your neck, thumb brushing softly against the column of your throat, your skin splotched with red. 

His chest still rose quickly; it always took him a while to calm down fully from an evening like that, where his fire ran rampant through his veins, on a path of destruction, tamed only by you. 

You grabbed a hold of the duvet, pulling it up higher over the both of you. A frown pulled at your lips as you fisted the cream colored dress, now tattered and being used as a blanket. “I liked that dress,” you mumbled, holding up the ashy fabric. 

“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. He had, of course, bought the original one for you. 

“I want one to match your jacket.” You smiled, eyeing the burgundy material on the floor. 

He hummed in approval. “Matching clothes, then matching crowns.”

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Caged In (part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Day 5: Family

Summary: Some long due confrontations take place.

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A/n: this one's... something.

@lucienweekofficial

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"You're my son..." Helion whispered, his eyes moving frantically over Lucien's face. "How..."

Lucien begged himself to not show any emotions as he spoke. "One would think you would know that."

Helion swallowed, his eyes swimming with something like regret and guilt. "How did you find out?"

"Apparently Feyre figured it out. Y/n told me about it."

"Oh."

He looked so at loss for words that Lucien felt something like pity swirling through him. He decided to spare Helion the struggle and got to the point.

"Why? Did you two have a secret relationship?"

Helion took a deep breath, as if steadying himself. "No. We didn't see each other after she was married. Except that one time. We were both desperate that night, and Beron was out on some trip."

Lucien nodded once, waiting for him to continue. He did.

"She was the daughter of a Lord in Autumn Court. I fell in love when I visited Autumn Court with my father, who was the high lord then. I hoped I would get to marry her, but I didn't want to force her. So I began sneaking out to meet her. At first, she resisted me. Told me to leave her alone. But slowly, she warmed to me.

"The few years that I got to call her mine were the best years of my life. Even if we had to keep it a secret, I was happy. She was happy."

Helion began drinking his wine directly from the bottle now. "One day, when I went to meet her, she was crying in her room. I asked her what happened. She told me her father had fixed her marriage to the new High Lord of Autumn. And I think I lost my mind then.

"I walked straight into her father's office, slamming the door, and demanded that he stop this wedding from happening. Which was not the best choice, but I was young and madly in love. I did not want to consider the consequences of my actions. All I knew was that I wanted your mother."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Her father refused. Said it was too late, that Beron would have his head if he stopped the wedding. And even if it wasn't too late, he wouldn't marry his daughter to someone from another court, that I wouldn't be able to give him what Beron could.

"He had his sentries throw me out, and I had to return. I did meet your mother one last time before the wedding, and she told me to stay away. That it would be too dangerous to meet now that the wedding was near."

Lucien simply stared and stared, trying not to feel anything. But he did. He wished his mother could have what she wanted.

He wondered what his childhood would have been like if he had grown up in day court, with Helion as his father. He wondered if his family would have been a better one.

"When did you..."

Helion swallowed. "It was autumn equinox, and I got a letter. It had no name, but I knew it was her. It was her handwriting. She invited me to the celebration, saying Beron would be away. Of course, I went. She told me that Beron had been in one of his worst moods that week. And so, for equinox, he was going to bed another female. No reason. We had not planned on doing anything other than talking, but as the night progressed, we couldn't stop ourselves."

Lucien tried not to be disgusted. It was not that he was angry his mother had slept with another male despite being married. It just felt weird to hear his father talk about how he was conceived.

They sat there in silence for a few moments, coming to terms with the new information dumped on them both.

Finally, Helion broke the silence.

"Do you... what are we going to do now?"

"I don't know."

"Would you like to stay?"

"I– do you want me to stay?"

Helion's eyes softened. "It's your choice Lucien."

Lucien nodded distantly. He'd never had a choice in picking where he stayed, and so being given that choice now felt like something new.

"I... I think I need time to think."

Helion–his father– nodded. "Take however long you want. The gates to day court will always be open to you, son."

There it was. That word.

Son.

Lucien didn't know why it affected him that much, but it did. Lucien swallowed before standing. "Have a good night." He mumbled, walking towards the door.

"You too." After a pause, his father stopped him. "Lucien? If you don't mind me asking, is there something between you and Y/n? Or do you have feelings for her?"

Lucien froze.

"Why are you asking me that?" He said coldly, turning halfway.

His father smiled knowingly. "I saw the looks exchanged throughout the whole night."

"There is nothing between us." Lucien went to again walk out of the doors, but of course Helion wasn't done.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. Just keep in mind to act on your feelings. Don't wait too long." Lucien glanced at him, his hand on the door handle. "I waited too long, and look where it landed us."

His voice was bitter with memories buried under layers of masks and protection, and suddenly Lucien wondered if there was more similarities between him and his father than there were differences.

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The little girls came sprinting up to him, giggling and laughing, their copper hair, exactly like his, streaming behind them. The twins stopped at his feet, grinning up at him with chocolate all over their face, between their teeth and around their mouth, on their hands and clothes. Everywhere.

He smiled, kneeling in front of the two as he smoothed their hair back.

"Hi. Where's mommy?"

"She's in there, baking cookies." One of them responded.

Lucien nodded, kissing both of them on top of their head and then girls ran off to wherever they were going.

Lucien walked into the kitchen with a sly smile, anticipation building in his gut as he imagined his wife's reaction to his return after his long trip.

"Y/n." He called in a singsong voice as he stepped into the kitchen, and then he came to a standstill.

There she stood. But she wasn't alone. Next to her stood Azriel, his arms around Y/n's waist as he leaned in to kiss her.

Lucien watched them for a moment, dumbfounded. Then the two of them glanced at him with smiles on their faces, and it broke him out of his trance.

"What the hell!? Get away from my wife!"

Y/n furrowed her brows, the smile still on her face. "What are you talking about? He is my husband." Y/n pointed to Azriel, who nodded.

"No he is not. I am." Lucien started to turn to call for his little girls, but they were already standing in the doorway.

Except now, they didn't have his red hair. Now they had Azriel's dark raven hair. Lucien gasped, his eyes flying between the four of them as tears started streaming down his face.

Then Helion's voice reached Lucien, and he turned to find his father smiling at him. "You took too much time, and now you lost her."

Lucien shook his head, a chant of denial spilling from his lips, and he wished that the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

And that's exactly what happened.

He fell into the deep void that opened beneath his feet, his screams lost to the laughing darkness.

•○🌑○•

Lucien shot up in his bed, his chest heaving as his eyes darted around, looking for his wife and Azriel. Where were they?

He scrambled out of the bed, making a beeline to his door, across the hallway and to Y/n's door. He took a deep breath, trying to reign in his thoughts before knocking.

The door opened a few moments later, and Y/n blinked up at him blearily.

"Lucien?" He could barely make out the words as he pushed into her room, letting her close the door behind him as he searched around every corner of her room.

By the time he was done, she seemed more awake. And she was glaring at him.

"May I ask what is going on?" She folded her arms across her chest, and that was when Lucien noticed what she was wearing.

A skimpy little nightgown hung from her frame, barely reaching to the middle of her thighs. The neckline plunged nearly too deep, and the whole thing was held up by dainty little straps.

Lucien realised he was practically gaping at her, so he shut his mouth with an audible click.

"Where– where is Azriel?"

Y/n blinked. "What? Why would he be here?"

"He was with you. He was kissing you. You had kids, but they were supposed to be mine. You are mine. You are my wife, no one else's."

So lost in his ranting, Lucien didn't notice that he was practically chest to chest with Y/n now.

Y/n simply stared up at him in confusion, and Lucien slowly realised that he had been dreaming.

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed. "Sorry. It was a nightmare."

Y/n started grinning softly. "About me being Azriel's wife? Why would you have a nightmare about that? Wouldn't it be a happy thing? You should be happy for me."

Lucien growled low in his throat, and Y/n's smile faded as she realised that he wasn't in the interested in jesting at that moment.

"You are mine." He grabbed her jaw, tilting her head back, and her hands unravelled from her chest.

"Lucien..."

But he wasn't in a mood to talk as he stared at her beautiful lips.

And then he did what he would never have done unless he was drunk. Wasted. There were consequences to think about.

But in that moment, as he watched her lips part, he didn't care for consequences.

"I love you." He mumbled.

Right before he crashed his lips into hers.

•○🌑○•

Part 6

General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @lizziesfirstwife

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[readychilledwine]

Paradise Lost - Cat and Mouse Prequel Part 2

Cat and Mouse Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Summary - After your first treatment with Helion and Rhysand, the only thought on Azriel's mind is revenge.

Warnings - discussions of torture and murder, implied PTDS, reader dealing with guilt, trauma, and her self worth

A/N - our next part is going to be longer and really diving into what all happened to reader (along with a physical therapy session between her and Azriel). I wanted this to focus on Azriel more to ensure that it touched into @azrielappreciationweek and the Day 2 Prompt.

The Silent Isles were exactly what their name described. Silent and surrounded by water. Azriel had been flying them for the past 2 weeks while he waited for y/n to recover from the first session with Rhys and Helion. 

What Rhysand saw in her mind was enough for Azriel to realize freeing her was not enough. He wanted blood. He wanted to watch her keeper's life drain from his eyes. He wanted to hold his body until it went cold and stiff. Then, he wanted to burn that damned place to the ground. 

She had not woken up since that session. Her mind was lost in a jungle of memories blurring and swirling together, all blending so deeply she couldn't find a way out. Rhys was with her constantly, walking her through those pathways until his own nose would bleed and he'd have to pull out of her mind. 

Azriel pulled the hood of his cloak up higher, watching as two of the spies he had figured out were higher up in the chain moved outside. "Go," he commanded his shadows in near silence. 

"So if she's not back within the month," The larger blonde male shrugged.

A red head high fae male sighed. "We kill her. They have her in the High Lord's Palace right now. We got confirmation."

Azriel froze as the message was relayed to him. "And if they move her?"

"Then we find her. Velaris isn't that hard to get into. We've been doing it for years."

Azriel didn't bother flying back home. Instea,d he collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily from the effort he used walking through his shadows to get him home as quickly as possible. Mor rushed to his side, supporting him as he stood up. "Where's Rhys?"

Mor ushered him to a chair before answering. "With y/n. She just woke up."

Conflict set in, squeezing his heart like a vice. "I have to interrogate her, Mor." 

Rhys entered, as if on cue and stared towards Azriel as if he had grown a second head. "Why?"

He replayed the dream for him and Rhysand sighed, leaning against the wall. "She already told me, Az. She also told me you flying there was a waste of our time. There's no way in and no way out."

Dead silence fell over the room. "How?"

"Because the building isn't actually there, Az. It's everywhere. It's already in Velaris, in Spring, in Rusk. She described it as a connection of gates, not a true place. She isn't even sure where they're truly at when they're there."

Rhysand moved, watching the faelights of his court. "If one of us were to try to enter it, it could drop us Mother knows where. She's jumped to different worlds, Azriel. Different timelines. This isn't some bullshit organization of kidnapped kids. This is an incredibly powerful being taking other powerful beings and turning them into cold blooded killers."

Mor sat slowly, drinking her full glass of wine and refilling it, hee eyes wide as she processed. "So she's a key, but if we send her in-"

"They will kill her on the spot by blocking her ability to leave." Rhys said calmly. "All we can do is break the gate between Velaris, our allies, and them, but even then-"

"They can use magic to switch their faces, their scents, and they know their victims stories due to targeting the low class, alone, and lesser fae for their faces," Azriel said. "So destroying the connection won't stop them from entering because they already have faces that the shield knows and will allow in." 

All Rhys could do was nod. "We moved her back to the House of Wind. Helion traded me silence in exchange for something I can't discuss," Rhysand examined the sun bargain mark adorning his left inner ankle again. "Until we know she's safe, she does not leave there unless one of us is with her." 

Azriel nodded. "Can I see her?" 

"If you'd like to." 

Cassian walked him silently to the room Rhysand had moved her to. She no longer had a balcony. Only windows that were damn near impenetrable. Her door was now warded and shielded, appearing to just be part of the wall. Not even her bathroom had floor to ceiling windows allowing her a view of the mountains or city below. 

"Good luck," Cassian said softly. "Approach slowly."

Y/n was sat on her bed, dark hair a curly mess as if it had not been brushed and was constantly being tugged and played with. Her eyes had dark bags under them, which was almost comical for how long she has been unconscious. She was rocking back and forth, her knees tucked to her chest and picking at her nails. 

If Azriel had not known better, he would have assumed his mate was coming down from a high provided by some street potion sold in a dark alley. 

"Hellcat," he moved to her slowly taking a seat with him and sitting across from her. "Y/n, what's wrong? Talk to me."

He poured love and comfort down the bond to her, watched as she slowed her movements down and accepted it. "I've hurt so many people." Her guilt hit him like an arrow, striking deep in his own heart. "I never want to hurt anyone ever again." 

Azriel moved to sit besides her, pulling her into his chest and holding her. "You were forced to do those things, y/n. That doesn't define who you are, what we do once you're free of them does. You've already told Rhys about a huge security risk to our home, you came here willingly when the bond snapped, you've confessed to every assassination you've taken part in."

"But what if that's not enough, Azriel? What if I can never do enough to erase this part of my history that affected thousands of families and sometimes whole kingdoms? What if I simply am not enough?"

The question stung, bringing tears to Azriel's eyes as he forced her to look at him. "I torture fae for a living, little hellcat. I have killed countless people on Rhysand's orders, on his father's orders before him, and simply because they were blocking my way to a target."

Azriel took a deep breath before continuing. "I've ordered executions just based on the world and trust of my spies. I've killed king's guards, royals, lesser and greater fae. Trust me, I can empathize with your feelings, my love. I understand them better than anyone here, and that's why I need you to understand you are worthy. You are enough. You are good."

He forced her head towards his again, kissing her forehead softly. "You did not do those things by choice, y/n. Just remember that." Azriel pulled her close again, burying her head into his neck.

He gave zero fucks in that moment what Rhys had said regarding the Silent Isles and the spy network building. He was going to find them, he was going to skin them alive, and he was going to let you watch or bring you their heads one by one until every single last fae who made you feel this way was no more than a speck of dirt under his boot.

After two more weeks fighting off darkness, you sighed heavily as Helion and Rhys sat across from you. "Are you sure you're ready?" The Day Lord spoke smoothly, "It's only been a month."

You nodded. "I want to get it over with."

"Then let's begin."

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[bubybubsters]

Best Friends Forever, Right?

a/n: loosely based off ‘When We Were Young’ by Adele!

wc: 750

*****

“But if by chance you're here alone Can I have a moment? Before I go? 'Cause I've been by myself all night long Hoping you're someone I used to know”

You arrived at the Forest House five minutes before the coronation of the new High Lord was due to begin. Moving to stand in the corner of the room, you scanned the guests. As Eris Vanserra’s most trusted spy and assassin, you’d been assigned to protect him and his brothers. You just hoped one brother wasn’t here. Memories plagued you every night. Of him falling in love with Jesminda. Of him leaving you for the spring court even when you’d been his best friend, his right hand woman. He’d abandoned you to the mercy of Beron Vanserra.

“Everything just takes me back To when you were there To when you were there”

But most of all, when you were promised something. You slipped back into the memory.

*****

“Hey Y/n? You know I love you right?” Your heart rate jumped. Hope igniting in your chest.

“What about Jesminda?”

Luci laughed. “No not like that silly, you’re my best friend.”

You really did feel silly now. “Yep. Of course.”

Lucien offered his pinky. “Best friends forever, right?”

You hooked your pinky within his. “Forever.”

*****

“Y/n!” Tamlin’s voice sounded, breaking you from your thoughts. The High Lord of Spring had been your friend ever since he’d found you half-dead from one of Beron’s interrogation sessions on Lucien. He’d offered to take you to the Spring Court with him but you couldn’t stand the thought of facing your best friend.

“Hi Tam. I’ve got to go. Eris’ brother Raven looks like he needs help from all the ladies.”

Tamlin laughed at you, “This is what your job has descended to? Saving Raven from ladies?”

You smiled and flipped him off over your shoulder as you slid between Raven and the females.

“Hi Rav! Wanna get a drink with me and go make out?” The females scowled and murmured as they stalked away.

“Thanks Y/n. You’re the best.” You hooked your arm through this as the final guests arrived.

The Day Court.

Helion leading his entourage with Lucien a step behind. You looked away, trying leading Raven in the opposite direction. But it was too late, he’d already seen his little brother.

You winnowed away. You couldn’t do this, face him after four centuries of silence. But he was still Lucien. Your Lucien. He looked the same.

“You look like a movie You sound like a song My God this reminds me, of when we were young Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were”

“Fuck!” You screamed, pounding on the nearest wall, welcoming the sting of pain. But… you could do this, talk to him. You had to. You just had to. Did he still remember you? You walked back to the celebration grabbing the strongest glass of wine you could find. You could do this.

Three hours later as the sun went down you still hadn’t talked to him. He’d been approached by everyone! Everyone wanted to get on the good side of the future High Lord of Day. But now, everyone was heading out and the room was empty except the 7 brothers and you. You approached your High Lord first, patting him on his now-crowned head in affection. Eris hissed and swatted your hand away as Raven shook his head watching you with a smile.

“And a part of me keeps holding on Just in case it hasn't gone I guess I still care Do you still care?”

You looked up and there he was, in all his glory.

“Oh, Y/n. Hi.”

That was all you got. After a century of being his best friend and supporting him through things. After going through a dozen sessions of Beron’s interrogation and not spitting a word about his glorious ass. All you got was a ‘Hi.’

“Lucien. Nice to see you’re doing so well after four centuries.”

You knew all his brothers were watching this, hearts breaking for you. They’d all taken turns (they called it required shifts) comforting you for two centuries. Telling you that Lucien wouldn’t just throw away a friendship like that. And yet here you were. Thrown away. Deposited. Trashed.

“Yeah well ummm. Eris could I talk to you?” And there he went, four centuries of waiting.

And he’d walked away.

He didn’t even look back.

*****

a/n: tbh I don’t like this one much, but here y’all go. (My writing is shit!)

tagging: @thelov3lybookworm @profound-imagination

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[throneofsapphics]

Could I please request a Mor drabble where you're an emissary from another court (whichever you think fits!) But you only like to work with her?

Thank you💜

day and night  

Mor x f!Reader

Summary: With Mor in the room, the two of you nearly alone, everything else faded to the background. If you weren’t careful, you could be in a room of hundreds and still find yourself drawn into her.  

Warnings: secret-ish relationship, suggestive situations, drinking, references to homophobia/internalized homophobia 

Word Count: ~2.7k 

A/N: thank you so much for this request! I love this idea and would sell my soul for her. I meant for this to be a drabble but my brain wouldn’t shut off

You scanned the ballroom, looking for a red dress, a glint of golden hair, a flash of white teeth, anything that would give her away.   The ball was hosted to ‘commence’ the meetings, but really it was an excuse for emissaries and courtiers to get drunk, before having to suffer the monotony of hours and hours of discussions. 

She said she’d be here, two hours passed and she still hadn’t made an appearance. Sipping your wine, to hide a frown, you figured she might’ve been delayed or there was a change of plans. It wouldn’t change that you had work to do, but dealing with anyone else from the Night Court … they weren’t horrible, but working with her would always be your first choice, and you knew you were hers as well. If she decided to show up to the gods-damned thing, that would be great. 

If her father or brothers showed up to this meeting again … you shook your head off at the memory. You inquired after her, and their sneers had you seeing red. That particular meeting was the closest you’d gotten to stabbing someone in the middle of official business. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened, but would’ve been the first for you … and all of Day. Thank the mother you managed to control yourself long enough. Needless to say, Mor apologized the next time. Maybe a decade later it was your turn to apologize when you weren’t able to make it to one. 

This particular meeting wasn’t critical enough for the High Lords and Lady to attend, but important enough Helion had given you a specific agenda. ‘Conveniently,’ it would work well for both Day and Night, and he knew that between you and Mor you could convince the rest of the courts to get on board. 

“Looking for anyone in particular?” your co-emissary, Leon, sidled up next to you. It was just the two of you for this round of meetings, but your presence would be effective enough. 

You raised a brow at him, “nosy much?” 

His mouth tilted into a crooked grin, “I'm sure they’ll show.” The two of you had worked together for decades, and he knew who you were looking for. 

“We’ll see,” you finished up the dregs of your wine, before placing the glass on the table behind you - where it promptly disappeared. 

Leon offered you his arm, “a dance? To take your mind off-” 

“Quiet,” you snapped. His mouth pressed together, a barely concealed laugh, but you placed your hand on his arm and let him lead you out to the floor. 

You and Leon had retreated after a few dances, alternating with different partners, and settled to lean against a far wall, making bets on who would end up in whose room tonight. It gave you a perfect view for the next show. 

The room went silent and tension filled the air, power surging through as an introduction. You recognized them easily. Mor, Nesta, and Azriel. Interesting that the shadowsinger was sent this time, you noted that to think on later. It would certainly put everyone on edge. Nesta’s presence wasn’t unexpected, although she was still relatively new to these kinds of gatherings. Last time, Mor told you she would be stepping into a role as emissary to the human lands, meaning she needed experience with this circus. The few times you’d interacted left you impressed. Her cutting remarks provided endless amusement and when she spoke - just like you and Mor, people listened. It was always good to have another female at the negotiating table. 

Honey brown eyes met yours across the room, a dip of her chin to acknowledge you. More respect than she showed most of the other attendees. Your mouth twitched in greeting. In front of everyone else, there would be nothing but cordial greetings. The epitome of a strong alliance, but you carefully walked the line - never letting the other courts know how close you actually were. Centuries ago, Helion laid the groundwork for your relations, and it carried on to this day. 

“They certainly know how to make an entrance,” Leon commented. 

“Their specialty.” 

Another hour later, you could make your reasonable escape. Tonight was relaxed enough, and a little wine made sure nobody was biting at each other's throats, at least in a deadly way. 

The opulent suite, carved from sunstone, had a beautiful view of the clouds. Late summer meant you were still catching the ends of the sunset. Thesan always out-did himself. Meetings held at Dawn were your favorite. Maybe because of the cute little birds chirping in cages, even if you usually ended up putting a shield around them - just in case they were extra ears listening in. 

Collapsing onto the couch, a beautiful sapphire color, you ran a hand over the golden tassels decorating the edge of the pillows. The cushions were deep and soft, and you debated sleeping here. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

Leon slid into the armchair across from you, head resting on the back. He looked half-dead on his feet, even though you’d spent the same amount of time on the dance floor. 

“Already done for the night?” you teased, and he huffed a laugh, but didn’t reply. 

“Not taking Cresseida up on her offer?” a groan, and then a glare. His ex-fling, and the princess of Adriata. 

“There was no offer.” A lie, but you let it go. It was a running joke between the two of you. Leon had a partner back home now, and hadn’t taken up her offers in decades. 

Four thuds on the door, and a small push of familiar power. A little signal to let you know who’s come to visit. Sure enough, when you opened the door, Mor was there, Nesta closely behind - the shadowsinger nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps in, she scanned the space and saw Leon. “No Cresseida?” 

He snorted, and shook his head. “I’m a taken male now.” 

“Oh?” Mor glanced at you, checking for confirmation. Leon scowled. 

“It’s true,” you confirmed. 

Mor congratulated him and said to send her condolences to his partner, before following you over to the too-comfortable couch. Stretching out like a cat, both of you kicked your heels off, letting out near identical moans of relief. Nesta’s face was stone cold as usual, but you could’ve sworn a bit of amusement shined through. She took up the other armchair, crossing her legs. One of these days, maybe she’d drop the wall around you and Leon, but you knew that kind of trust took time to build up. 

You curled your legs under you, “thought you might be a no-show.” 

“Is my absence that notable?” 

She’s well aware it is, and you rolled your eyes. “Of course it is.” 

Her eyes softened, so briefly you almost missed it. “I couldn’t leave you alone with these fools, could I?” 

“I hope I’m not included in those,” Leon muttered, making you aware he was still there. Nesta was still watching the two of you with keen eyes. With Mor in the room, the two of you nearly alone, everything else faded to the background. If you weren’t careful, you could be in a room of hundreds and still find yourself drawn into her. 

Unfortunately, there was business to discuss. You came up with your plan for the next day, consolidating the terms you’d negotiate for, all of you on the same page. Along with the secondary plan - how you’d argue back and forth a bit, appearing to reach a compromise. Getting along too easily would only raise suspicion, even if your courts were known allies. 

Thankfully, it took less than thirty minutes to wrap that up. 

You stretched your legs back out, the fabric of your dress shifting, exposing bare skin beneath the borderline indecent slit of your dress. Mor’s breath caught as she watched the movement, sending a heated look your way, and an awareness came over you, every nerve awakening and shaking off any fatigue. 

“And I’m out.” Leon shoved himself up, retreating back to his room. Nesta’s mouth twitched before she rose, wishing the two of you a good night, before making her exit. 

“Does she know?” you said softly. Leon knew. He’d gained both your and Mor’s trust over the years, and you’d always had difficulty hiding anything from him. The secret was kept for Mor’s sake. It would’ve been near-impossible to hide it from him anyway, he was incredibly perceptive and adept at reading people - hence his position. 

“She’s probably put the pieces together,” Mor admitted, resting a hand on your leg, thumb running over the bare skin. It’s not like you’d been hiding it recently. 

“And you trust her?” 

“I do,” Mor turned to fully face you, hand trailing up your thigh “but I'm not in the mood to discuss Nesta right now.” 

-

“It would be prudent to consider adding a surcharge of ten percent…” 

You knew the words that would be coming out of his mouth, a representative from Rask, speaking on the agreement drawn up to provide extra resources to Vallahan. In the last few years, Vallahan struggled with food production. Years of relying on magic to grow crops would do that, but they ignored all of the experts' warnings. Still, their people shouldn’t suffer because of it. 

The first goal was to try and alleviate their situation, and profit was secondary. In this case, the profit wasn’t financial, but gaining favor with their representatives. Helping another country in their hour of need laid a good foundation, and relations with Vallahan were currently non-existent. The Day Court didn’t have a surplus of food, but you’d already offered the most powerful tool in your arsenal. Knowledge, texts from Helion’s personal library, as an offer of goodwill. 

You kept the attentive look on your face, catching the key phrases in his little speech, and attempting to hide your distaste - for now. Mor didn’t bother, her eyes narrowed, one arm draped over the back of her chair. 

Your mind drifted to last night. She’d stayed until the very early hours, leaving just before the sun rose. It had been like that the last three days, stealing as much time together as you could manage. Despite the lack of sleep, both of you managed to keep yourselves awake and attentive. Leon did say you were glowing, right before telling you to disguise your scent. 

“The increase would be adequate compensation,” he finished. 

“It would be prudent,” you countered, unable to hide your distaste anymore, “to get rid of line fifteen. A tax on food, when there’s children and families starving?” 

The representative from Vallahan shot you a grateful look, glad to find some allies here. A kind male named Tor, one actively working to fix the situation. Before meeting him, he’d already earned your respect. Helion had ‘informants’ everywhere. 

You were grateful you and Mor had finished your share of ‘disagreements,’ now free to join forces and argue with this asshole. Whether or not he was acting on orders, it still pissed you off. 

“I have to agree,” Mor said, leaning forward, forearms pressing into the table, “you’ve already said you produce more food than your country can consume, if anything this is mutually beneficial. It’ll allow you to reduce the amount of food you waste” her red nails tapped against the glass-topped table, “you already insist on selling above standard prices, adding a tax onto it almost looks like you’re trying to exploit-”

Face reddening, he spluttered, “we would do no such thing.” 

The air grew tense, power rising, and you hid your smile.

“First, don’t interrupt me,” Mor said, voice laced with quiet thunder. Gods, that was hot. Focus, you reminded yourself. “Second, if you’d ‘do no such thing,’ act like it.” 

“Might as well take twenty percent off, given it’s cash in your pockets,” you countered. “Besides, I recall Vallahan coming to your aid recently,” you kept your last phrase a neutral observation. Everyone knew it, but saying it aloud would put more pressure on the entourage from Rask. Mor’s hand brushed against your thigh under the table. Rolling your shoulders back to stretch, before leaning into the table - ready to argue, you took the chance to knock your knees against hers, lingering for a few seconds, the warmth of her skin bleeding into yours. 

Eventually, it was haggled down to ten percent. Tor hid his immediate relief well, instead finding the two of you after to give his thanks.

At least that was the final conversation of the day. Especially considering it left you exhausted. 

The room began to clear, you and Mor lingered behind. 

“A word?” She asked casually. You nodded, and followed her to a far corner. 

“He’s horrible,” she grumbled, your bodies positioned so others couldn’t read your lips. 

You hummed in agreement, “at least it’s over.” 

Tonight was the last night, and as much as you looked forward to the meetings ending, to returning home, you’d miss Mor’s presence.

“You make these bearable,” no longer grumbling - now her voice was soft and barely above a whisper, “I'll miss you.” 

I’ll miss you. 

A few heartbeats later, you built up the courage to answer, to say what you’d been thinking for so long, “maybe we’ll need to see each other outside of this drudgery at some point.” Mor beamed, her hand squeezing yours in silent communication. A resounding yes. 

-

Mor decided spending the night watching you dance with others was a special kind of torture. Of course, she stole you away for a dance or two, but she hated that she couldn’t steal all of your time at events like this. But, knowing you’d be with her the rest of the night brought some comfort. She watched you laugh, making your way towards her, hand still on Leon’s arm. If she didn’t know you were just friends, and that he preferred males, she might have been a tad jealous. 

If there’s anything she’s truly jealous of, it might be the lack of judgment in the Day Court. In Velaris, she didn’t have anything to fear with her sexuality, but the rest of the Night Court didn’t follow that path. Centuries of conditioning had built a wall around her sexual identity, tall enough it blocked out even those closest to her. A mechanism designed to protect herself. Slowly, you chipped away at that. Every time you met, another small section began to crumble. Gods, you truly were an angel all of this time. Never judging her for her secrecy, and you hadn’t … you hadn’t abandoned her, even with the difficulties of the situation. Both of you were aware each of you had other lovers, but she knew there was something special about your connection, and hoped you believed the same. 

Mor almost felt ready to say fuck it, to make you hers, to bring you home. To reintroduce you as hers, not as one of Helion’s top advisors and emissaries, not as the female they’d worked with for centuries. 

“Take care of her, will you?” She blinked, and the two of you were in front of her. Leon offered her your arm with a subtle smirk. Sneaky. He’d been the first to find out and remained the only to officially know. It was near-impossible to hide anything from him, but the three of you had earned each other's trust. 

“Of course,” she replied smoothly, linking her arm through yours, and heading right back to the dancefloor. Your eyes glowed as she spun you, a beautiful laugh leaving your throat, wrapping around her mind. Mor wanted to capture it, to commit it to memory.

Breathless, you stumbled and crashed into her chest, her arms wrapped around your waist to keep you upright. Bodies molded together, all you could do was stare for a few moments. Too soon, you cleared your throat and took a step back, lifting Mor’s hand to let her twirl. 

“We should get out of here,” you breathed, as the song came to an end. 

‘We should wait-’ the words died on her tongue. A thread tugged at her, tugging her towards her freedom, encouraging her to break through that last barrier, a small voice telling her you were worth it. Mor damned any consequences, refused to think what others might care, and linked her arm through yours again, leading you out of the hall without a look back. 

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[danikamariewrites]

Hello! Could you write a story where the reader gets drunk and she confesses to Helion that she loves him ? Thank you!

Confession

Helion x reader

A/n: the more you guys ask for Helion the more I’m starting to fall in love with him

Warnings: alcohol

The Summer Solstice party was in full swing at the Day Court palace. You had danced with Helion all night, drinking wine and enjoying the celebration.

As Helion spun you, your golden dress flared out around you. As he pulled you back into his chiseled chest you giggled. Swaying together you silently prayed to the Cauldron that this night would never end.

Wishing that you could stay in the beautiful gold dress with Helion holding you in his arms. You’ve harbored feelings for the High Lord of Day since you met him. He was beautiful and kind and genuine. And a flirt.

You knew that was just how he was, but tonight you pretended his flirtatious words were just for you.

The night was finally winding down and you could barley stand. You held your heels in your hand, leaning on Helion for support. “Alright you, let’s get you to bed.” Groaning you hide your face in his chest. “Nooooo. Come on one more dance?”

He chuckles at your dragged out words. Helion bent down placing his arm behind your knees and the other around your back. He picked you up, “Nope. You need to sleep baby.” You smile at the nickname and rest your head on him. Basking in his sweet scent of ginger and honey.

“Did you have fun tonight?” You semi-slurred out. “I did. I especially enjoyed dancing with you.” You smiled lightly hitting his exposed chest. “Don’t say things like that silly.” A confused look spread across Helions face.

Why would you say that? He always loved spending time with you, especially when you could let loose and have fun.

Entering your room he sets you down on your bed. He goes to the bathroom to get a cloth to remove your makeup and your PJs. Coming back into your room, you’re sitting up against the headboard. Staring at Helion with a love sick smile.

He sits on the edge of the bed, setting down your PJs he holds your face and starts wiping off your make up. You purr at his gentle touch. Once he was done he goes back to the bathroom and you change.

You lay on top of the covers waiting for him to return again. Seeing him you stifle a yawn, “Will you tuck me in Helion?” “Yeah baby. Sit up.” You roll over and he pulls back the covers.

You flop back onto your spot and Helion pulls the covers up over you. Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a sigh, “I love you Helion.” He smiles down at you, “I love you too, y/n. Goodnight.”

Your hand grabs his, stopping him from leaving. He looks back down at you. “No. Helion.” You say with a serious tone. “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Helion hides the shock on his face. He wants to believe that what you’re saying is true. But you’re drunk and him saying he loves you too feels unfair. He wants to tell you but not when you’re like this.

He leans down and kisses your forehead. “We’ll talk tomorrow, ok?” You mumble out an ok as sleep takes over your body. Helion watches as you fall asleep, wishing he could stay with you. Another night, he tells himself.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma

You don't need a tissue box.....yet

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Chapter 3

Three sisters for three brothers

After a long bath to clear your mind, you decided that you had enough of sulking around, you needed to get out of the house even if it meant you were going alone. You started tracing your hands all over the dresses Mor gifted you trying to find the perfect one, the dresses were scandalous, but they didn’t shock you, living in Illyrian camps where the warriors and the women most of the time wore outfits that left almost nothing to the imagination you were used to it. You chose a low-cut midnight black dress that showed off your cleavage, your back was bare, and it reached mid-thigh. You pulled your hair in a high ponytail and wore matching midnight black heels. You stared at the mirror, you didn’t mind the scars you had, after one year in the day court they had faded and you only felt stronger now, wearing your scars like a true fighter. You thought of Helion and how he helped you see the scars this way and felt nostalgic, by this time you and him would be sitting on the balcony staring at the city with two glasses of wine. You shook those thoughts away when someone knocked on your door. “Come in” you shouted expecting to see Rhysand, but it was Mor who walked in wearing a similar dress to yours but red. “The house hinted me that you were planning to go get some drinks. Now I can’t say that I’m not a little hurt that you didn’t invite me but anyway would you like some company?” She said with a smirk “Yes I would like that, I just didn’t want to pull anyone of you from your schedules” you replied staring at your feet “nonsense we have to get to know you baby” she winked.

You two walked in the main room heading for the door, when you saw Azriel with that girl sitting on the couch laughing. You noticed how domestic and comfortable they looked, him staring at her eyes with a smile, his hand on the back of the couch behind her and her laughing leaning towards him. What you didn’t expect was that Azriel’s shadows weren’t there around him. He must be so comfortable that he doesn’t need them. You thought. They realized someone had walked in and turned to look at you. You could swear that Azriel took a sharp breath when he saw you, staring at your figure and the way the dress hugged your body.

“We are going out” was all that Mor said offering a tight annoyed smile and she grabbed your hand leading you outside. After you exited the wards, she winnowed you right outside of a place called Rita’s or at least that’s what the sign read.

“What was that?” you asked referring to her annoyance at the couple hoping you weren’t prying.

“Azriel and Elain…. Even though Rhysand ordered Az to stay away he doesn’t.” she replied with a scoff.

“But why?” you were utterly confused.

“Elain is Feyre’s older sister, and she has a mate that is not Azriel. I have so much to tell you, you don’t know anything about us” she replied and excitedly walked you both inside.

After way too many drinks and stories about everyone in the Inner Circle you were in tears some of them caused by sadness after Rhysand’s and Feyre’s story and others from laughter by the whole circus that is called warlord or Cassian or Cassie which was way too funny since he is literally a giant. The reference to the males as bat boys sent you into a fit of laughter and hiccups as you felt your head turning.

“Okay baby you had enough let’s get you back to the house” Mor said laughing. You decided that Mor could be a very good friend of yours and for the first time you felt sad about returning to the day court. Mor winnowed you back to the house and lead you to your room. “Goodnight baby” she said and left. You turned to walk into your room, but your shadows caught your attention they were trying to lead you somewhere so in your drunk state you decided to follow them tripping over your own feet, you managed to reach the balcony in way more time than you would soberly do and there he stood, Azriel in all his glory wearing his Illyrian leathers the moonlight falling on his sharp features, wings tightly tucked behind him staring the city. You know his shadows have already informed him about your arrival, but he doesn’t seem to bother as he keeps his cool stance, only turning his head slightly towards you. You moved beside him grabbing the rail. You stared at the view, the city was alive, laughter ringed in your ears, Sidra has never looked so good, illuminating the city lights and the figures of the people walking by, the moon was shining bright, decorated by the beautiful background of countless stars creating an almost purple colour around the sky. This scene could have jumped out of a painting, you could swear that it will probably be your favourite view, as you imagined this city being your home. You glanced at Azriel’s scarred hands gripping the rail tightly and maybe the alcohol took over but before you could stop yourself you took one of his hands, caressing his scarred skin with your thumb. He tensed and now you had his full attention, those hazel eyes staring deep into your own and his shadows hesitantly rising to cover his hand.

“Never hide your scars Azriel, they show the world that we are fighters” You muttered using your other hand to point at your own scars. His gaze darkened as he stared at the places you pointed to, his eyes lifted and softened when he captured your own in a tense eye contact.

“Who did this to you?” he growled.

“We all have our monsters” you replied and then pointed at his hands with your glance, “who did this to you?” you copied him.

“We all have our monsters” he smirked. You scoffed but he didn’t miss the amusement in your eyes earning a teasing smile. You wondered why he never smiles, he is indeed a stunning male but when he smiles? He looks like something made from an artist’s imagination.

“I wonder what I did to deserve to meet you… sometimes I think the cauldron is playing me” he replied taking a step back, his eyes never leaving yours.

“What do you mean?” you sent him a questioning look.

“I never thought I would meet someone who can understand the pain I’ve been through” he replied and took a seat on the ground his back resting on the wall behind him, his wings relaxed. You followed him taking a seat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. Your own wings bumping into his but it didn’t bother either of you.

“Show me your monsters shadow singer” you breathed. “I can’t” he paused “they will haunt you forever”. “Will it make a difference? Mine already do” you replied with a sad smile. You felt him tense. “If I could, I would slaughter each one of them”

“How come you’re so open to me today?” you asked curiously.

“You won’t remember anything tomorrow angel” he replied with a chuckle knowing how drunk you are. Your lack of reply made him turn to look at you, he smiled noticing that you were fast asleep on his shoulder. He selfishly wanted to stay there all night but when he felt you shiver from the cold, he picked you in his arms and walked to your room. After taking off your heels and covering you with your duvet he left the room walking into his own, straight into the bathroom splashing cold water on his face. No this can’t be right. Three sisters for three brothers that must be it. He thought as he got ready for bed.

Three sisters for three brothers.

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