#poly!feysand x reader

[danikamariewrites]

Together for the First Time

Feysand x reader

A/n: happy Poly week! I’m so excited to be doing this and reading what everyone else has come up with. Today is Day 1 which is beginnings. I decided to do when Feysand and reader start being open with the Inner Circle about their relationship and of course Cassian’s inability to keep a secret. @polyacotarweek

Warnings: none

For the first time in two hundred years Cassian was actually early for a meeting with his brothers. He even had a lil pep in his step. Things were good, great even. He and Nesta were good, Nyx loved spending time with him, the family was at peace. Nothing could ruin Cassian’s day.

A giggle from inside Rhys’s office interrupted his thoughts. It sounded unfamiliar.

Creeping closer to the door Cassian finds it cracked open. Willing his massive body to be stealthy he holds his breath and listens.

That sweet giggle rings through the room again along with Rhys and Feyre’s laughter. Odd. Cassian wasn’t aware of any other meetings today. He was supposed to take up all of his brothers’ time today.

“Alright,” that voice. Cassian knows that voice. Where has he heard that voice?

“We should probably go get Nyx from his nap together. Since Rhys put him down he’s going to want us.”

Cassian slightly turned his head to look through the cracked door. The sight had his jaw unhinging, practically hitting the floor. Rhys kissing Feyre then you. You, y/n! With his brother and Feyre! When on earth did this happen?

Cassian began to panic. Oh Mother, what if he’s the only one that knows? Cass won’t be able to keep his mouth shut.

As you and Feyre made your way to the door Cassian began to jog as quietly as possible around the corner. Peaking, he watched you and Feyre walk down the hall hand in hand.

Plastering himself against the wall he waits a few moments before heading into Rhys’s office. Composing himself he enters the office ready to give Rhys his update about the Illyrian army.

———

Rhys thought about his brother's odd behavior as he followed the sound of his son's playful giggles. What on earth had Cassian so jumpy and tense?

He shook his head forgetting all about the stressful conversation.

Upon seeing you and Feyre playing with Nyx his smile widened. Sitting on the floor Rhys began to hand his son blocks for the little village he was focused on constructing.

“Are you two sure you want to do this tonight?” You ask from your spot in the corner of the room, propped up by the mountain the size of Ramiel of Nyx’s stuffed toys.

Feyre and Rhys give you a sad look. “Why wouldn’t we be sure?” Rhys coos at you.

You shrug at them, looking away absentmindedly playing with the wing of a stuffed owl. “What if the family doesn’t accept us, me?”

They move to either side of you, squishing you in a side hug. “Of course they will. And even if they don’t it doesn’t matter.” “You’re positive?”

“Sweet girl, you are our mate. Of course we are sure.” Rhys kisses your forehead as Feyre kisses your cheek. Nyx huffs, feeling left out the small boy yells, “Hey! No fair, I want kisses too!” He throws his small body onto the three of you. Knocking you back into the stuffed animals in a fit of giggles.

———

Dinner started with light conversation and a delicious appetizer thanks to Elain. You sit with Rhys and Feyre at the end of the table. Your chair very close to the two of them.

Cassian felt like he was going to explode. He has kept this gods damned secret to himself all day. Another new record.

As the main course appears with a wave of Rhys’s hand he clears his throat. The family’s attention turns to him. All happy and content faces.

“Feyre and I have exciting news to share with you.” The two look at you, bright smiles on their faces as the bond hums between the three of you.

Anticipation coursed through the room as Rhys grasped your hand, giving it a loving squeeze.

“We have discovered a triad bond. Between myself, Feyre, and y/n.” He said happily, beaming at his friends. You couldn’t look at them. Holding your breath your eyes dart around everyone’s faces.

You found nothing but love and acceptance. Mor raised her wine glass, “Congratulations! This is rare, but wow! You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

The rest raise their glasses cheering, “here, here!”

At that hour anxiety was relieved. It seemed so was Cassian’s. After taking a huge gulp of wine Cass he breathed out the loudest sigh of relief. His head hitting the table. “Thank the Mother!” Everyone looked at him, Azriel let out one of those rare laughs at his brother's antics. “Cass?” Feyre asks with a chuckle.

“I saw you and y/n earlier coming out of the office, I also saw you guys in the office because I was early. I’ve been keeping this damn secret all day and thank gods you said something!” He rambled.

“Wait,” Rhys looks at him with a raised brow, “you were early?

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[throneofsapphics]

Hi I was wondering if I could request either a feysand or rowaelin x reader? About how the reader is insecure and a really nice person and is like friends with everyone. And theres this one toxic friend of hers that like makes her believe that Rowaelin or feysand don't care about her because they don't spend eough time with her. Because feysand or rowaelin are really busy with their duties they don't have time for the reader and are really stresses about something so when the reader asks if they could take a bit of time off to spend time with the reader they snap at her? And you could maybe continue of from their if that okay? Could it have like a fluffy ending?

Sorry if thats too long and I really love your writing by the way !

how long will I bleed

Feysand x Reader 

Summary: Tired of being ignored, reader finally reaches her limit. 

Warnings: anxiety 

A/N: ahh thank you! and please don't be sorry! I haven’t written feysand in a while so I apologize if it's a bit off, thank you for the request :)

“How often do you actually see them?” 

“Every day,” you frowned, not sure where she was going with this. 

“I know, I know. You sleep in their bed.” Their bed? As far as you were concerned, it belonged to all three of you. “How often do they spend time with you, besides what they’re obligated to?” 

Obligated. That didn’t sit right with you, and whether she meant it or not - your friend was striking a deep insecurity, tucked away in your subconscious. 

“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” she patted a hand on your shoulder, you fought the urge to flinch. Absolutely she meant it that way. “Just something to think about.” Right now, it’s the very last thing you want to think about now. Thankfully, she prattled on about something else. 

-

For a while, you only watched. Observed. After some time passed, you subtly tried to nudge towards spending more time together. But, they were always busy, always tired, always had an obligation. 

Obligations that ranged from formal events in hewn city, to gatherings with some of their friends either here or from other courts. Gatherings you didn’t attend, mainly because you couldn’t tell if you were invited. There was never an explicit, come with us, or we want you there. It started to feel like they didn’t care. 

Actually see them. Obligated. Their bed. The words from your friend echoed like an ugly melody. Each week, she’d bring it up again. Each time, you brushed it off or shut it down. Reducing the time you spent with her would be the smart thing to do, but you couldn’t find it in you to cut her off like that. Even with the subtle digs and harsh comments, she’d been with you since before your relationship with the High Lord and Lady, and ending your friendship felt like breaking away from the past too much. 

It took you a few months to accept that if you wanted it to change, you needed to tell them.

“Do you think we could spend some time together?” you asked over breakfast, pointedly keeping your eyes on your plate. 

“That’s what we’re doing, isn’t it?” Rhys sounded vaguely amused. Briefly flicking your eyes to him, the angle of his head told you he was already glancing at the clock. 

“Maybe … maybe we could take a day off together?” You couldn’t remember the last time you spent an entire day together, just the three of you. 

Feyre’s mouth pressed into a tight line, “I don’t think we’ll be able to.” 

“I can work around your schedule,” it would be easy enough for you to get time off from work. 

“We don’t have time to spare,” she snapped. Spare. Feyre didn’t mean it, but it felt like she was calling you a spare. Their second choice, always coming behind compared to the two of them. A small tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, a tad more gently. Rhys glanced at the clock again, then back to Feyre, eyes glazing. 

Lost enough in your own spiral, you didn’t care that they were having a silent conversation in front of you. After a few minutes, they finally deigned to speak aloud. 

“We have to leave for Court business. We’ll be back in a week.” 

“Oh.” How long have they known about this trip? You didn’t want to ask. “Alright,” you finally said, throat bobbing. “When do you go?” 

“In the next few minutes,” Rhys looked distracted. 

Fine, that was fine. At least they told you before they left. 

“I’ll miss you,” you tried. It was like your words floated right over them, only getting a gentle smile from Feyre, your words echoed with little sincerity. Rhys offered you a half-smile, and a gentle caress against your mind. They each kissed you before they left, winnowing on the spot to … they hadn’t even told you where they were going. Maybe your friend was right. If they cared, they would’ve made time for you. 

Nice, you were always nice. That’s how everyone described you - kind, nice, gentle, a variety of synonyms. At this point, nice started to feel another word for pushover. You threw your heart out, only from them to stomp over it, not recognizing the trail of blood in their wake. The worst is, they weren’t doing it on purpose. Crushing you was an unintentional, careless, and passive habit. It was their default. 

This time, they’d pushed you right to the edge, to a place they’d actually have to try to drag you back from. 

A week was more than enough time to move out and crash with your cousin. She didn’t ask too many prying questions, only offered up her home and spare room. 

-

Rhys was excited to see you. He did feel a bit guilty at how they shot down your idea, how they had to leave you with such little notice. Time, that’s all you’d asked for, and they could manage that. If not this month, then the next. Stress had gotten the best of both of them recently, what felt like a thousand different negotiations to go through, a plethora of contracts and trade negotiations to review, left little time to spend with you, beyond the brief moment over breakfast occasionally, or before bed. Until you’d mentioned it, until he had some spare moments to reflect, Rhys didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten. 

He knew something was wrong as soon as they entered the Riverhouse. Your scent was … stale, and faint. Like you hadn’t been here in a week. Maybe you’d gone to stay with your cousin or a friend, a big house can be lonely by yourself. That’s what he probably would’ve done. Rhys tried to extend a mental bridge, to reach your mind, but was greeted with a wall of stone. A wall he’d taught you, designed to keep him out. 

“Can you reach her?” He asked Feyre. 

A few seconds pause. She shook her head. 

Walking through the house, he carefully looked for any signs of distress. Could someone have broken in here and taken you? His mind went to the worst case scenario, heart beginning to race. 

A note, pinned under the salt shaker on their breakfast table. 

I’m tired of being pushed aside.

Sorry to leave like this, but it’s for the best. 

Two lines, not even your name signed at the bottom. A small spot smudged the last word, like a tear had dropped onto it. Hurt, anger, betrayal, fear, and regret flooded him at once. 

-

It was the worst and best week of your life. Worst, because you missed them more than you wanted to, and they kept showing up in your dreams - uninvited. Best, because you finally felt free. With the pressure of a falling relationship gone, you could breathe again. 

Anticipation filled you as the week came to the end. Would they try to find you? Would they care enough to? The question you really needed to ask yourself, is if you’d take them back. After their return, you’d learn just how much you meant to them. You’d learn if you truly were the spare. 

Eight days after you left, you dragged yourself out of bed for an early shift, regretting the extra glass of wine you indulged in last night. 

Slipping through the alley, around the back door, you didn’t notice him at first. Fumbling with your keys, you finally managed to slide it into the lock when you heard your name. The voice that had haunted your dreams for the last week.  

A squeak, and keys clattered down on the cobblestone, the sound echoing. Bracing your hand on the door, you took deep breaths to slow your heart, before turning to face him. 

Rhys stood there, looking like he hadn’t slept at all, blue-purple half moons under his eyes, messy hair like he’d been running his hands through it. He raised one hand, a small piece of paper balanced between two fingers. Your note. It was quite brief, but you’d been angry at the time and couldn’t find it in yourself to come up with flowery words. 

“For the best,” he quoted. “Do you really believe that?” 

Oh, that put you right on the defensive. “I said it, didn’t I?” 

The paper vanished, and he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I don’t want it to end like this.” 

It. One tiny word to sum up three years. “But you want it to end?” your voice came out small. 

“No,” he said harshly, closing the space between the two of you. “I don’t.” You didn’t reply. You didn’t know what to say. “When do you get off?” He finally asked. Gentle claws poked at your mind, but you slammed your shields back up. 

“Two,” then your coworker would come take over. 

“We’ll be here,” he reached out, running his thumb over your cheek. It took all of your self control not to lean into the touch. Taking a step back, he winnowed. 

That entire morning and afternoon, you were … off, to say the least. But, work helped relieve some of your anxiety, falling into the monotonous tasks you’d done for years. 

We’ll be here. What did he expect to happen? What did you want to happen? 

By the time two came around, your coworker arrived a few minutes early, you were a ball of anxiety, your entire body tense, heart beating fast, mind swirling. 

“There’s two someones waiting out there for you,” she nudged your shoulder, tilting her chin towards the alley. Giving her a tight smile, you gathered up the rest of your things, to take a few breaths. In and out. You could do this. 

Feyre’s eyes lit up as you swung the door open, excitement tinged with a bit of melancholy. You chose to focus on the excitement. 

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, and even with the lingering hint of resentment you felt more loved than you had in months. Part of you recognized that might be a red flag, that even a few hours of attention could have that effect on you, but it was easily brushed aside. 

You were nestled between the two of them, on a bench overlooking the Sidra. Rhys’s hand ran lazy strokes up and down your thigh, Feyre’s arm curled over your shoulders as you leaned into her. Gentle currents rolled back and forth, bouncing off of the stone walls caging in the river, music floating through the streets. Loud enough to hear clearly, but not so loud that it could drown out any conversation. 

“Come home with us,” she said softly. 

A moment of hesitation, but you knew you couldn’t resist. 

“I will.”

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[shadowdaddies]

My masterlist of ACOTAR poly fics! I'll keep this updated as I continue to write.

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Nessian x Reader

✨As Long as I Have You (Nessian x Reader)

✨Banter (Nessian x Reader)

Feysand x Reader

💧The Real Nightmare (Feysand x dark!Reader)

↳ 💧✨Part 2

Cazriel x Reader

✨Rescue Me (Azriel x Reader x Cassian)

✨❤️‍🔥New Memories (Azriel x Reader x Cassian)

❤️‍🔥Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Cassian x Reader x Azriel)

↳ 💧✨Part 2

Rhysriel x Reader

✨❤️‍🔥Love Intertwined (Rhysand x Azriel x Reader)

Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader

❤️‍🔥The Dilemma (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader)

Batboys x Reader

✨All Together Now (Batboys x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Spontaneity (Batboys x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Tender (Batboys x Reader)

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #nessian x reader #feysand x reader #cazriel x reader #batboys x reader #rhysriel x reader #poly!nessian x reader #poly!feysand x reader #poly fic #acotar reader fic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfic #acotar fic #azriel x reader #nesta x reader #cassian x reader #rhys x reader #feyre x reader

[sweetcarolina-24]

Caught In Between*

Kinktober Day 18: Threesome

Feysand x Reader

kinktober masterlist

This will be a sneak peak for Cherry Blossom changed to second person pov. i need them so bad. This will be pretty short.

cw: sex, ffm threesome, you get the vibe

you're their mates in this

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You moaned as Feyre cupped your breast in her hand. You were slowly grinding on Rhysand's cock, riding him just how he liked.

"You feel so fucking good, y/n," Rhys grunted, his fingers digging into your hips.

You had set a pace with him that felt amazing for both of you.

Desire burned inside of you as Feyre lowered her mouth to your breast, her tongue flicking at your hard nipple.

"Fey," you moaned as she shoved her hand between your legs, rubbing your clit with her nimble fingers.

You whimpered, resting your head on her shoulder as you kept grinding your hips against Rhysand's.

"Doing so good for us, flower," Feyre cooed to you, stroking your hair.

"Thank you, Fey," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Oh, such good manners," she praised, kisses peppering your face. "Perfect for us."

The words combined with her fingers on your clit and Rhysand's cock inside of you made you reach your high.

Time seemed to slow as you came on the cock that was pulsing inside of you, Feyre's praise cooing in your ear the whole time.

He grunted, spilling inside of you as he watched you fall apart on top of him.

"Thank you," you said breathlessly, closing your eyes as you laid your head back on Feyre's shoulder.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

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[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

Wicked Games

Assassin!Reader x Poly!Feysand

Author's note: This is my first self-insert and first smut, wanted to try something new for a change. Not proof-read, we die like men.

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This mission was supposed to be simple, quick. In and out, cut and dry, the job coming in like all the others: A manila envelope under your door, no markings, the target and order inside. That was how it had always been, how it always would be, it was the only thing you knew to be true. So how in the Seven Hells had you ended up here? The High Lord leaned against the wall, his well pressed shirt open half way down his chest, the swirl of Illyrian ink in stark contrast to his bronze skin, so casual in the face of what should have been his own demise. Worse, the High Lady, perched atop the desk, her bare legs bouncing against the wood as she kicked her feet almost giddily. Neither of them looked displeased with the fact that you had been sent there to kill them. In fact, you were quite sure the infamous Curse Breaker was laughing at you as you squirmed uncomfortably in your seat. They hadn't even tied you down! It was starting to feel like an insult, they way they'd simply ushered you in here and asked you to sit like you'd come in for a meeting and not for the poison you'd slipped into their wine minutes before.

"It was a valiant effort, really," said Rhysand as he pushed away from the wall and came to stand behind you.

It was impossible not to be aware of the sheer power of him when he was this close. It was like a dropping a stone into a pond, the ripple of star-kissed power brushing steadily against you. You'd been around powerful males your whole life, had been trained to kill many of them, but none had ever felt like this. He was the shadow of a thought in your mind, a brush of darkness against your skin, you could practically taste jasmine and citrus.

Feyre was no better as she placed her elbows on her knees and leaned forward to get a better look at you. The dress she wore was cut low, the neckline plunging towards her midsection, accentuating every curve when she sat like that. Power radiated off her, not just Night, but something other, as if something beyond the power of the High Lords prowled beneath her skin.

"Not many people dare try," she said with a grin. She'd been the one to catch you. It had been a mistake going for her first, you could see that clearly now. The decision to spike their wine and than disguise yourself as their new cupbearer was already a risky move, but you liked to be absolutely sure the job was done, and done right. And Feyre hadn't taken her throne, she had been perched in Rhysand's lap, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear as she drank cup after cup. You'd thought she would be too drunk to notice the change in taste, too caught up in the revelry to even notice that you were not their usual cup bearer. You had been very, very wrong. She hadn't even gone in for a sip, had somehow been using her public display of affection to distract from the fact that she'd slipped right into your mind and seen exactly what you had done. And still, she could have killed you right there, could have summoned water or flames or ice and you'd heard she could do and taken you out in front of everyone in the Court of Nightmares. But she'd gotten out of Rhysand's lap, stumbling on heels you thought were too tall for her, and thrown an arm around your shoulder, whispering in your ear that she needed your help finding the bathroom--and knocking the spiked drinks out of your hands in the process. It was very clear to you now that she had never been drunk in the first place.

Neither of them were anything like the report you'd gotten.

"I-" what was there to say? Words felt useless.

Rhysand leaned down, resting the bulk of his weight on the back of the chair, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "So who do I get to thank for sending you?"

You shivered at his proximity, at his warm breath over the shell of your ear. Not many people dared to get this close to you; not many people got the better of you like this either. This was certainly a lot of firsts.

When you gave no response, Feyre said, "Don't be shy."

They were likely to rip the answer right out of your skull with those terrifying daemati powers if you kept your mouth shut, or worse, summon that Shadowsinger you'd seen lurking around the halls earlier. "I don't know."

Rhysand made a disappointed sound from where he still hovered by your ear. You refused to try and turn to look at him, refused to acknowledge that you had even heard him.

Feyre jumped off the top of the desk, her stilettoes clicking against the polished marble floors. "Now, now, don't make this difficult for yourself."

"Your secret is safe with us," Rhysand said mockingly.

"I don't know! I get my orders in the mail. There's never a return address or signature."

"Where's the mail?"

"I burned it."

"Well in that case," his voice was the only warning before you felt something scrape against your mental shields. You tried to throw more walls up as a talon slashed across your mind, but it was not Rhysand that slipped past, but Feyre, quick and quite as the huntress they said she used to be. She laughed as she sprinted through your memories, all attempts at shielding useless as Rhysand kept poking at what little shields you had up to distract you. They were the perfect team, synced to perfection, each move calculated and sharpened.

Feyre stepped into the memory of you opening the envelope as simply as if she had stepped through a doorway. The memory unfolded for her, you saw your own hands break the seal, open the letter, and burn it in a flash, before reality broke back through. You shook your head, fighting the memory away like it was a spot in your eye.

"That handwriting looked familiar, didn't it, Darling," Rhysand purred, the low timber of his voice rumbling in your ear.

"How thoughtful of Keir to give us an Anniversary gift," Feyre returned.

Keir. You only knew the stories about him, what a horrible male he was. You'd been lucky to have not been born in the Court of Nightmares like your mother, had grown up only with the tales of what kind of place this was. Your mother had protected you for as long as she could, but when Amarantha had come, when war bands had fought and bickered over land in the little territory she and your father had managed to make for themselves... well, they were gone and you'd had to find a way to survive, but you hadn't forgotten those stories. Your stomach twisted. This job had never been easy, but it had never been for males like Kier. At least, you'd never thought so.

You must have looked surprised because Feyre put two manicured fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at you. Something wicked gleamed in those strikingly blue eyes and you quickly blurted, "I swear I didn't know! I needed the money, I didn't know the job was from him."

"We believe you," she said. "But I think you should prove you're worth letting go."

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I'll do anything!"

Rhysand chuckled at that. "Anything?"

The suggestiveness in the question made you shiver, more so when the High Lady broke into a grin. That couldn't be a good sign.

"I want to see Keir sweat a little, don't you dear?" Feyre asked over your head to her mate.

"More than just a little, I should think."

This felt like a fever dream, everything a little distorted and muffled. Perhaps it was. You had hit your head pretty hard on your last mission. How else could you explain what was happening here?

"Stand," Feyre ordered.

You did as you were told, even if you were biting the inside of your cheek.

"So responsive," Rhysand said, more to Feyre than you.

You frowned at that.

Feyre stepped closer to you, settling her hands on your hips. There was no room to twist away as her mate settled in behind you, the heat radiating off him seeping through your shirt. They even moved in perfect sync.

Nowhere to run now.

"You're going to play our favorite game with us."

Game? The reports hadn't said anything about them liking games.

"I don't understand-"

Rhysand cut you off, "Just follow our lead."

Feyre gave your hips a squeeze, "It's fun, trust me."

You didn't know what this had to do about proving you had made a mistake in taking this job, but you didn't know what other choice you had, so you just nodded.

They led you back into the throne room, the night's revelry still in full swing. Near the back, where the tables were still piled high with food, was Keir, the aging steward speaking conspiratorially with some of the other high ranking officials of the Court. Did he know already that you had failed? If he did, he didn't show it. He didn't so much as look up from his conversation.

Something hot twisted in your stomach at the sight of him. How could you have taken a job for a male like him?

Feyre pulled your thoughts away from him as she pulled you over to the dais, where their thrones sat empty. Even though Keir wasn't paying attention, others in the crowd were.

You swallowed thickly as Rhysand slid into his rightful seat, looking every bit the High Lord he was. Feyre didn't resume her seat in his lap, however, this time she perched on the arm rest, and guided you into her former place.

Your cheeks heated, mouth dry as the High Lord looped a strong arm around your waist and positioned you more comfortable on his lap, one long leg slotting between your own.

Feyre chucked at your obvious embarrassment. "Now now, you said you'd do anything." She said into your mind.

You dared a glance at her. This wasn't what you'd meant!

"This game is much more fun if you relax," Rhys purred as he dragged his nose over your throat looking for a place to sink his teeth.

You shivered despite yourself, the warmth of him seeping into you.

Feyre gripped your chin in her hand, forcing your gaze away from where it had wandered into the crowd. Keir still wasn't paying attention, but more and more people were halting their dancing and drinking to leer at this new pet their High Lord and Lady had brought back with them.

"Eyes on us."

Rhysand's hand slid over your hip and down to your thigh. The servant's garb you'd borrowed was a thin pair of pants, and a large, hooded sweater, not the sexy, revealing gown the High Lady donned, but you still couldn't help but feel incredibly vulnerable in this position.

How were you supposed to know what to do? How was this proving you could be trusted not to take another job from Keir? Was that fool even looking this way?

Rhysand nipped at the underside of your jaw and you jumped, thoughts careening away from Keir and whatever he was doing. The High Lord's breath was warm on your neck, each nip he left along your jaw sending shivers down your spine. It was an effort to keep your eyes open, to not immediately tilt your head back against his shoulder and let him explore every inch of you as you submitted fully to him. He could make you, if he wanted, it would be all too easy for him to reach inside your mind and move you however he wanted. You'd be a liar if you said the thought didn't excite you. The thought of handing yourself over to someone with that kind of power, testing to see what they'd do with it was more tempting than you'd ever dare say aloud. And maybe the High Lady had heard those thoughts, because a moment later, she was threading her hands through your hair and tilting your head back to let Rhysand explore further.

You whimpered softly as he ran his tongue over your pulse point and then Feyre was leaning in and nipping at the other side of your neck. It was too much at once, the overwhelming scent and warmth of them had you leaning fully into Rhysand's shoulder, eyes closing. One of their hands slid under your shirt, stroking at your side, you thought it might be Feyre, but didn't dare open your eyes to look, lest this really be a dream and you'd awake alone.

"Good girl," Rhysand praised. Somehow, even in your head his voice was low and husky. His hand slid further up your thigh, testing as he drew closer to your core. The move had you squirming and Feyre responded by dragging her hand from underneath your shirt to hold your hips down. There was no escaping either of them.

You still weren't sure how you ended up in this position, but you no longer cared. All you knew was this, them, and how much more of them you needed. Distantly you wondered if this was some daemati trick, if they had slipped into your mind and convinced you to do this. You decided you didn't care if they had, not as Feyre's lips were on yours, her tongue sliding past your teeth. There wasn't a hint of wine on her lips, despite all you'd seen her drink earlier. How she did that was anyone's guess.

Rhys drew circles on the inside of your thigh with his fingers, teasing you now as he continued to nip at your throat. There'd be marks in the morning, of that you were certain.

Feyre broke apart abruptly, laughing as you chased after her. "I think she likes this game of ours."

"Shall we play some more?"

You could play it all night if they wanted. There was something intoxicating about the two of them that had you desperate for any scrap of affection they could give you.

"Yes!" You said it faster than you intended, a blush creeping it's way back up your cheeks as you realized how pathetic it sounded, especially to two high fae. "Please."

Feyre leaned over you to kiss Rhys this time, intentionally pressing herself forward so her chest brushed up against you. You arched up to press your lips against her collar bones, too scared to go lower. She hummed approvingly into Rhy's mouth and he rewarded you by dragging his hand the rest of the way up your thigh, cupping your core through your pants. You were desperate for friction now, grinding your hips into his palm, even as your lips continued to work of Feyre's collarbones. She smelled so good! Her skin soft under your lips. You wanted the time to run your lips over the smattering of freckles she'd gotten while hunting in the summer time.

Rhys' free hand slid into your hair, pulling tight as he whispered in your ear, "No marks on your High Lady. Not without my permission, understand?"

If you were of any sound mind you might have been tempted to scrape your teeth across her throat, just to see what he would do, but you knew you weren't lucky enough to get away with it after everything that had happened already. "Yes, sir."

His dark laugh rumbled in his chest, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. This was a very dangerous game, far more dangerous than any assassination attempt had ever been. Dangerous, because, for once, you were enjoying it and enjoying anything in this line of work got you in trouble.

Feyre leaned back, out of your reach, and still held by Rhys' arm around your waist, it was impossible to reach out after her. Especially now that the High lord had decided he didn't like the article of clothing between his hand and you, and was reaching for the waistband of your pants.

The blush returned tenfold. This--touching, kissing, in front of all these people was one thing, but that?

The High Lady pouted as she looked at you, her eyes lust-blown, so dark you almost couldn't see the blue. "I think you have too much on."

Before you could contemplate what that meant, she snapped her fingers and your sweater disappeared entirely.

You tried to move to cover yourself, squirming now, and she grabbed your hands with a disapproving tut. "No hiding."

Rhys' hand had slid inside your waistband, so close again your hips rocked forward, searching for him without conscious thought, even as your face heated. There was a fine line between your pleasure and sheer mortification and somehow you were still teetering between the two, torn between wanting more and wanting to sink into the floor and disappear. The crowd was watching, or at least you were pretty sure they were, at this point you were too scared to look and kept your gaze glued to where the High Lord and Lady were touching you.

"So pretty," Feyre hummed as she moved your hands up and around Rhys' neck.

There was no hiding what they were doing to you now. You might have fought them harder if Rhys' hand wasn't finally where you wanted him so desperately, a finger sliding easily into you. Your jaw dropped, a strangled sound coming out of you.

"So wet," he teased, mind to mind. "All this for us, pet?"

Pet. Toy. The High Lord's little play thing. You'd been called worse.

"Yes, sir."

"So well trained, maybe we should keep her," Feyre said as she placed a gentle kiss on your nose.

"Where'd you learn this manners, hmm?" He nipped at your ear as he slid a second finger inside you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the stretch, at the way he curled his fingers, hitting all the right spots. Heat coiled in your gut and you found yourself instinctively tightening your hands into the silky strands of his hair.

"Certainly not Keir," Feyre said as she brought her hands to squeeze at your breasts.

You'd had your eyes closed, lost in the bliss of Rhys' ministrations, unprepared for the new sensation of her hands on you, you let out a moan louder than was appropriate for the situation.

"Guess I'm just good at this game," I quipped weakly. The two of them working together like this was becoming overwhelming, you could barely think past the point of contact of with their hands. There was only this and them and the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach. Rhys' pace was quickening. Feyre was playing with the clasp at the center of your bra, toying with it like she was contemplating ripping it off you.

She might have, if someone hadn't cleared their throat at the base of the dais.

"What do you want Keir?" Rhys sneered, the true picture of princely boredom, as if he was not currently holding you at the cusp of an orgasm, as if his mate wasn't leaving hickey's on the exposed skin of your breasts as they spoke.

You'd thought, as you registered Keir's presence that this would be the end of it, that they would stop now that they had his attention, but Rhys was still curling his fingers inside you, stroking relentlessly as Feyre bit and sucked at your sensitive skin. You arched into her, biting down on a moan, this game be damned. Who cared about Keir? About the rest of the court? You needed them to keep touching and kissing you. This was all that mattered.

You were panting as Feyre giggled into your skin. "Doing so good for us."

"Please," you begged, grinding yourself down on Rhys palm. You were so close, just a little more.

"I hate to interrupt," Keir began.

"No you don't," said Feyre. "It's your favorite thing to do."

"But your little toy-"

"Brought us a gift for our anniversary?" Rhys finished for him.

"We know," Feyre added. "It was a really sloppy attempt at a gift."

Keir stammered, none of the words coming out right.

"She needs some training," Rhys said. "A little refining around the edges, but I think this will be a very profitable relationship."

"Just wish we knew who sent her our way," Feyre cooed.

Rhys' free hand hand came up to rest on your throat, just tight enough to make you lean your head back to look at him. The move sent heat straight to your core, your muscle tightening as you whimpered for him. "But we'll get it out of you eventually, won't we, pet?"

Keir was visibly shaking now.

"Mhmm," you whimpered.

"Come on now, where are those pretty little manners you had before?" Rhys teased, his hand suddenly stilling.

The loss of friction was too much, tears welling up in your eyes. "Yes, yes High Lord." You stammered.

His grin was feline as he started moving again, faster this time. Feyre slid behind your mental shield again, this time opening up a door in her own mind to show you what you looked like through her eyes, your pupils blown, your cheeks flushed, lips kiss swollen and red. They'd left little red marks all along your throat and chest. Then she blasted you with an image of what she still wanted you to look like, images of her between your legs, of you taking Rhys in your mouth. You tightened around Rhys' fingers.

"And you would take the word of some-" whatever word he was about to throw at you was suddenly cut off as Rhys removed his ability to speak.

"Careful how you speak, Keir."

The steward's mouth opened and closed as he tried in vain to defend himself.

Rhys waved a hand, "You clearly have nothing useful to say here, you can go." Keir spun like a top, mouth still flapping open and closed like a fish, limbs splayed awkwardly, clearly not in control of his body, until Rhys made him walk half way to the door. Once he'd been released from the High Lord's grip, he stumbled and all but ran for the door.

"Why...?" The rest of the thought eddied from your mind as Rhys curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside you that made stars dance across your vision, your orgasm barreling through you so fast you're sure you screamed their names, but didn't have the presence of mind to hear it for yourself.

"We could kill him now," Feyre said as you slumped back against Rhys' shoulder. "But what fun is that? Why show him the mercy of a quick death when we can have him looking over his shoulder every five minutes, contemplating how to beat us in this wicked little game of ours?"

"I think," Rhys cooed as he placed a gentle kiss on your temple. "That it would be much more fun to eventually turn you on him instead."

You huffed a laugh at that.

Rhys carefully removed his fingers from your core and attempted to bring them to his mouth for a taste, but Feyre beat him to it, sliding his long fingers directly into her mouth, holding eye contact with you the entire time.

You clenched your legs together, wincing at the bit of soreness you felt there.

"Besides," Rhys purred in your ear, right before he shifted you around, settling you chest to chest in his lap. "This game is just getting started, isn't that right, pet?"

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[historiaxvanserra]

2 and 5 with feyre x rhys x reader please :)

ask and you shall receive, my love!

it's just fluff with some sexual overtones. might do a part 2 of the smut? its also totally unedited so be kind to me.

synopsis: When Feyre and Rhysand invite you to Starfall you bring an unexpected date. When he doesn't get the warm welcome you had hoped for you find that the High Lord and Lady had something else in mind for you.

The sky is saturated in the colors of dusk, streaks of lavender, amethyst and rose that melt into the darkness of the rapidly approaching night. Silver starlight lines the dark horizon like unshed tears and the night sky glitters in response-- it seems almost sentient as the first stars begin to fall. 

The music from the party drifts down into the lower levels of the house, casting it in a lyrical calm that feels almost hypnotizing as you continue your ascent to the roof. 

In the mirror you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection and for a moment you feel as though you are seeing outside yourself. The woman staring back at you looks strange, somehow unlike yourself. Long gone are the simple black dresses you usually wear. In their place, an exquisite sapphire gown that looks like liquid sky; indigo tulle that melts into the sheer overskirt, embroidered with pearls and diamonds that frame the silk bodice. 

“You look lovely,” A voice says, cutting through the silence and you meet steely eyes in the reflection. 

“Thank you, Edric.” you say pleasantly, making a considerable effort to smile at him as his eyes meet yours again. 

It’s not that Edric was unpleasant by any means-- he’s kind enough and rather keen. But the whole thing is rather complicated.

“There you are, love,” Rhysand’s voice is like velvet night as he approaches. 

And therein lies the complication. 

He’s dressed in a midnight black suit, -- you imagine his suit jacket had since been shed as he comes into full view-- and a silk shirt, half unbuttoned baring his muscled chest to the balmy air.

You send him a shy smile as you begin your ascent up the stairs with Edric trailing behind you dutifully. 

Rhysand’s lean figure looms like a taunt at the top of the staircase as his violet gaze falls on you again, before acknowledging the male behind you.

“And I see you brought company,” he says tersely. 

Edric pushes past you lightly to offer his outstretched hand to The High Lord but Rhysand simply turns on his heel and retreats to the rooftop. 

You smile reassuringly at Edric who stands stunned and crestfallen on the landing. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder muttering your apology before following Rhysand out into the open air. 

The rooftop of The House of Wind is adorned and decorated beautifully for the occasion. String lights hung with care and garlands of moonflowers and jasmine shading the air with their delicate fragrance. 

As you approach the group you introduce your date to your friends. 

“Lovely to meet you.” Mor says pleasantly casting a glance over her shoulder to the High Lord and Lady who are loitering by the balcony. 

Edric mutters his greetings in returns and takes a swig of his wine. 

“Yeah, it’s about time this one got some action.” Cassian jests affectionately, pulling you into a sidelong hug and you turn away embarrassed. 

You’re about to apologize to Edric for Cassian’s behavior when something draws you attention. 

The High-Lady smells like lilacs and pears as she approaches you. She doesn’t hesitate as she wraps you in her embrace, pacing a chaste kiss to your temple in greeting. 

Feyre is dressed in a lavender silk gown adorned with crystals; she looks like the embodiment of the sky at dusk as she steps back from you. Framed by the dark horizon and the falling stars. 

“You look beautiful.” You say softly to her and the crease in her forehead smooths and her face softens again. 

All the air is taken from you then when she retreats into her Mates arms, her cool gaze still on you. There is something dark and promising in her stormy eyes as she moves from you to the stranger drinking with Cassian. 

“Who is that?,” She asks, turning to Rhys for a moment in silent conversation.

Your tongue feels foreign in your mouth and for some reason the words are sticky on your tongue. Before you can embarrass yourself further Edric’s voice cuts through the silence. 

“I’m Edric, High Lady,” He says enthusiastically, holding out a trembling hand for her to take. 

Feyre eyes him momentarily and takes his hand firmly offering one tense shake before dropping it again and tearing her gaze from him. 

“Feyre darling, It appears love has a date.” Rhysand muses lightly, pulling Feyre tighter into his embrace. 

“A date.” Feyre repeats firmly and you nod lightly as she regards you again. Her face once soft and youthful hardens and her eyes darken. 

A strange feeling of anxiety and shame washes over you as Rhysand and Feyre resume their silent conversation and you swear you feel the ground tremble beneath you as a wave of power ripples through the air.

Cassian’s voice pulls you back to reality when he shouts “It’s starting.!”

The sky glitters and shimmers a brilliant mosaic of technicolor light as the stars bleed across the sky in droves-- a silver celestial army. 

All the tension in the air dissolves into joy as the silver streaks paint the sky. You notice how the group seems to spilt off into pairs as the romantic and celebratory atmosphere takes hold as the hours draw on and the sky grows darkner. 

Cassian and Nesta are both pressed against the railings, his large hand on the small of her back and her head on his shoulder as they sink into their own world. Mor, Amren and Varian are gathered round the firepit sharing a bottle of wine as the starlight rains down on them. You notice how Amren seems at home in the silvery light of the moon.

The weight of Edric shifts as he approaches and you feel his cautious hand holding yours. You turn to him and find him looking at you already. His face is painted in awe and before you can protest he presses his lips to yours.

The kiss itself is not entirely unwelcome. Though nor is it something you embrace.

It’s aloof, apathetic almost as your lips move over his. 

Perhaps it is cruel to use him like this-- knowing that he is only a means to an end.  A distraction to tear your mind from the true objects of your desire. 

Edric kisses you with a carefully attentiveness and as his tongue moves over yours you find you mind drifting somewhere far away. 

You abandon yourself to the thought of you High-Lady and her Mate-- how her lips would feel against your own, how his hands feel in the cradle of your hips-- and how she would taste.

Edric pulls and smiles lightly, wrapping you loosely in his arms and you find yourself retreating back into your daydream as his hand falls to your hip.

It’s wrong; that much you understand.

How woefully and terribly wrong it is. To have fallen so irrevocably for a mated pair. Your High Lord and Lady-- to make matters more unbearably sordid. 

Shame creeps up on you like hunger and settles in your bones.

Your cheeks are warm and rosy. Shaded the colour of a spring bloom as your eyes find them in the crowd. 

What you find is a storm of violet and gray.

They’re both already looking at you so intently that you think you might break apart in Edric’s arms and like the stars themselves become nought but dust and light. 

Rhysand looks between you and his beautiful mate with a calculated ease and offers you a curt nod and a false smile, which you return easily-- though more genuine than anything he offers you. 

Feyre, however, can’t seem to bring herself to offer you any sort of pleasantry as she visibly grimaces before turning her back on you. 

Disappointment blooms in you followed by anger. What could cause them to be so hot and cold with you tonight? You think perhaps jealousy but the thought itself is comical and you brush it off. 

Perhaps they fear they might be losing you to Edric. You’d never invited any of your previous bedfellows to family gatherings. Maybe that is why Edric received such a frosty welcome. 

You sigh to yourself, leaning into Edric’s touch. Searching for some semblance of comfort.

Though you find none when you turn to see that Rhysand and Feyre have fled to their private rooms and you are left cold and alone.

The rest of the night passes in a misty haze as the drink takes hold of you, offering you what no one else can. Solace in your solitude. 

The morning comes swiftly and you awake as you had slept, cold and alone. The vacancy of your bed is like a ghost that haunts your waking moments-- a tangible reminder of your true loneliness. 

The sounds of your friends beyond your door are loud enough to rouse you to wake as they all gather in the dining room for breakfast. 

You’re still wearing last night’s make-up when you emerge from the darkness of your room and into the pale morning light. You’re dressed in a stolen sweater and simple pants as you pad barefoot into the room where everyone is already gathered around the long table. 

“Morning,” You say groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you take your seat between Feyre and Azriel. 

Azriel offers you a quiet greeting though Feyre appears deep in thought and hardly acknowledges you as you sit down to eat. 

Despite the hangover breakfast is pleasant and everyone falls into easy conversation. Though Feyre hardly seems to engage with you outside of polite conversation despite trying to lighten her dour mood. 

You cast Rhysand a questioning glace to which he speaks gently into your mind. 

She’s okay, love. Only a little sour. Rhysand’s voice is smooth and honeyed as he tries to make light of his mate’s foul mood. Though you note the concern in his eyes as he regards her again. 

Breakfast comes and goes and Feyre excuses herself to the kitchen while everyone else goes about their business. 

Her silence doesn’t sit well with you and there’s this feeling-- a dull agony in your chest when you think of the possible cause of her pain. 

You debate following Azriel to the library and leaving Feyre to Rhys-- he is her mate after all. But the thought of her face, brow furrowed, the deep sulk of her lip and the milky glaze in her eyes has you marching into the kitchen after her. 

You find her gazing out of the window with a dirty dish in hand as she half-heartedly scrubs it.

“Fey, is everything alright?” you ask gently, approaching her and offering a comforting hand on her strong shoulder. 

Feyre turns to you quickly and her eyes once dark often a little before she stands straighter as you approach her. 

“I’m fine,” She says slowly, trying her hardest to smile through gritted teeth. 

You cast her a dubious look. Not entirely convinced. Even when she pushes away from the counter top to meet you at the kitchen island. 

“Fey-- you’re obviously not fine at all.” You say softly, taking her hand in yours. When she doesn’t pull away you take it as a good sign. 

“I am fine.” Feyre laughs bitterly. 

She’s obviously not fine. Rhysand speaks into your mind, mildly amused as you recoil in surprise when you find him slumped lazily against the doorframe with a hand in his pocket. 

“You’re mad.” You turn to Feyre, knitting your brows together in confusion as realization begins to hit you. “Why are you mad?” you plead with her.

Feyre is silent and you turn to Rhys for some gentle coaxing but all he does is smirk and leave you to fend for yourself.

“I’m not mad,” Feyre says emphatically, her eyes a blue storm as they bore into your own. 

She is so beautiful when she’s mad.

“Please, Feyre,” You implore her, taking her hands once again in yours, pressing a chaste kiss to her knuckles as you feel your bottom lip begin to wobble with anxiety, “tell me what I did.”

“I’m not mad,” Her face softens immediately and her eyes clear to a classy cobalt as she brings your hand to her lips now and kisses featherlight. “I just-”

The words die in her throat.

You feel Rhysand’s magnetic presence behind you and he approaches with caution as his mate looks at you again. Her eyes are full of hope and something akin to reverence. 

“You just what, Feyre darling?” Rhys asks coaxingly giving her a soft encouraging smile and a comforting hand on her hip.

“I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” 

Any breath that might have had is long gone as the words leave her mouth and you can’t help but smile at the realization that blooms in your chest. She was jealous.

A ripple of dark power, light shaded night, rises and swells like a wave on the Sidra as Rhysand kisses the side of her face and smiles.

They both were.

You gather your wits and regard the pair as they turn their gaze upon you again waiting for your reply.

“And who is better?” You muse lightly, head still spinning as you let your rapidly beating heart flutter to a plateau. 

“Me.” 

It’s all she says before breaking free from her mate's tender embrace and striding over to you. Her body collides with yours with such passion and fervor that it feels almost fated-- all most cataclysmic. 

And when her lips meet yours in a spell-binding, earth-shattering kiss you all but whine into her mouth. “Oh, fuck. Do that again.” It’s Rhysand who speaks, voice hoarse and low as you feel his hand carding through your hair at the base of your skull as you expose your throat to his High Lady.

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[we-were-beautiful]

Unraveled Ends Chapter 1

a/n: Remember How I said I wanted to get the first chapter out the first week of July, well I am nothing but a filthy liar. All my photos for the moodboard/aesthetic come from pinterest. Big Thanks to @curse-bearing-hips and @whisplion for all the help with editing this chapter. That being said we are all still human and there may be some errors and I apologize in advance. Hope y’all enjoy  

Summary: A tailor in the heart of Velaris finds herself mated to the two most powerful fae in Prythian. Unfortunately for her the mating bond only snapped for her, leaving her to question on how to move forward. Should she wait for her mates to feel the bond or should she go ahead and reject it and live with the gaping hole in her heart  

Poly!Feysand x Reader 

Warnings: None but there is angst

WC:2k

Starfall, the busiest time of the year for the city of Velaris. It was a time of year that I both enjoyed and detested. The Palace of Thread and Jewels was always bustling, but during this time of year the workload nearly tripled for the tailors and jewelers. Citizens milled about trying to find the perfect outfit and accessories for the special day. 

The Y/L/N family shop specialized in catering to the elite citizens of the city, having outfitted everyone from the wealthy merchants to the High Lord’s family for many years. It wasn't unusual for high profile clients to come into the shop for a custom outfit. Just last month Morrigan had come in for a custom gown for a dinner that she had. So when the bell on the door rang out as it opened, I braced myself for whoever my next clients were. On my way out of the back, I catch a brief snippet of the conversation happening.

“Cassian, move your ass. We were this close to not being able to get Y/N to make our outfits last year and I refuse to take that chance again.” That was definitely Morrigan. True, by the time the High Lord’s inner circle had made their way to the shop last year, we had nearly had to turn them away.

“Don’t worry Morrigan, you have come early this year so there is no reason to worry. You are at the top of my list this year.” I reassure her as I step into the main room of the shop. Last year… last year Starfall had been hell, the memory of the last time the whole inner circle had been in the shop burned deeply into my memory 

“Ah, Miss L/N we are so sorry to ask this of you. I understand that it is a last minute request, but you are the best tailor in the city.” Rhysand had all but begged. In the end, I agreed as the High Lord had agreed to pay my team and I a hefty sum on top of what their outfits would cost. I had warned him that we would be running on a tight deadline and the outfits most likely would be done right before Starfall. I had had no expectations of ever finding my mate or that I would be blessed with two of them, but fate has a funny way of working.

“So tell me what are you looking for in your outfits for this Starfall?” I had pulled the High Lord and Lady into my office to gauge what the couple desired in their outfits. Feyre started to describe what she had been looking for in her gown; as she speaks, my hand flies across the page, roughly sketching out the dress she describes. I make a few adjustments here and there after she finishes.

“Are there specific pieces of jewelry that you are wanting to showcase with the dress?” I briefly glance up to the mated pair seated across from me. Rhys had draped his arm around Feyre’s shoulders. The perfect image of the happily mated couples that parents tell their babes about.

“No, I am looking more to showcase the dress this time around.” She responds with a kind smile leaning further into her mate. 

“And High Lord, are you wishing to match the High Lady’s dress?”  I address Rhysand for the first time since the two entered.

“Yes I would prefer to match my mate for the evening.” the High Lord's voice is as smooth as a night time breeze.

“Ok so that is doable. We can easily match a suit to the High Lady’s dress.” I begin to ramble as the pencil begins to fly across the page “are there any preferences on colors?” I look up to the two of them. I wish I hadn’t at that moment I felt a snap. Two golden threads tethering me to the beautiful couple sitting in front of me. It’s not hard to figure out that it had only snapped for me and not for the High Lord and Lady. I quickly made sure to adjust my mental shields and my facial expression.

“Is everything alright?” Feyre cocks her head to the side, eying me with a look of concern.

“Yes, sorry. Just lost in thought.” I try to quickly laugh it off. One look on her face tells me that I was not successful in that endeavor. I quickly pass my sketchbook over to the two of them to evaluate the sketches “Now what are your thoughts. We can make some adjustments but given the time constraints we might not be able to do anything overly extravagant.”

The two of them take the book and look over the sketches with wide grins. I took the time to memorize those smiles not knowing if I would be able to see them again.

The two weeks after that fateful meeting had been near torture; to have them so close but yet so far from my grasp. I had tried my best to continue on with life as normal following that fateful meeting, but apparently my shop had pulled off a small miracle for the inner circle and thus they had declared it their place to get clothes. Occasionally I could avoid Feyre and Rhysand, pawning them off to another one of the shop's seamstresses,  but more often than not they insisted I be the one to work with them. It seemed today would be no different as they beeline for me.

“Sweetheart, how are you today?” Ah yes sweetheart, the nickname that Rhys had decided for me. Once he started calling me that Feyre quickly caught on and the two of them refused to call me by anything other than their nickname for me. 

“I am doing well, High Lord, I assume you and Lady Feyre wish to go first for the consultations?” I give them a polite smile. I am met with wide grins from the two of them. 

“Please it’s Rhys, and yes we would like to go first.” He pulls Feyre into his side and places a gentle kiss on the top of her head as I gesture to my office, and am met with an uproar from the rest of the inner circle about favoritism as I tell them to take a seat in the waiting room.

With the exception of a few new bolts of fabric and more sketchbooks sitting on the desk my office hadn’t changed since last Starfall. Two comfortable leather chairs sat in front of the large desk. My well loved chair sat behind it, my favorite shawl draped over the back.

There was one major change in the office. A dress form, with my Starfall gown hanging to it.  Typically I wanted to keep my Starfall gown hidden away until the last minute to surprise everyone, but this year it had come to reside in my office. The dress clung to the form silver fabric flowing to pool on the floor like mercury. Small crystal shards caught the sunlight and reflected small rainbows throughout the room. It was a work of art that I had taken to working on piece by piece in my spare time. It was nearly done. I just had to finish off the sleeves and it would be perfect. I wasn’t the only one who thought this as Feyre walked over to the dress. She reaches out a tattooed hand as if to run her fingers along the fabric before quickly withdrawing her hand.

“Is this dress spoken for? It is beautiful.” She asked, looking back at me and Rhysand as I shut the office door.

“As much as I would love to say that you could take that dress Lady Feyre; that is my gown for Starfall.” I move towards my chair, busying my hands with gathering my supplies needed for a consultation “Normally it stays hidden until the day of but we have been so busy this year; I've been having to work on it little by little and it easiest to do it here in the office.” 

There is a little pout on her face that nearly has me giving it to her  to make her smile again. 

“You will look like one of the stars.” Rhysand jokes as he pulls Feyre into his side. The little jealous spark that begins to burn turns my stomach. I tried to tramp down the jealousy… the envy every time I saw the two of them here in my office or walking around Velaris. Wishing that there would be space for me with the two of them; but who am I to disturb something so beautiful and perfect. They have the perfect life with their beautiful baby and friends, there is no room for me. Our lives are so vastly different from each other so I put on a smile and get to work designing coordinating Starfall outfits for the two of them. By now the two of them know the drill and begin describing what they want in their outfits and I dutifully begin sketching them out. I catch Feyre glancing over at the dress form several times and asking for similar elements in her dress. I oblige her, willing to give the two of them almost anything, just to make them smile.

I work efficiently to try and get the two of them out of my office as  quickly as possible without trying to seem rude. I needed some air away from my two mates and I still had their entire friend group to go through. By the end of the consultation both the High Lord and Lady are pleased with the preliminary designs; they leave my office hand in hand with smiles on their faces. The rest of the inner circle's appointments fly by providing me with a much needed breather, but I am thrown for a loop when I am working with the Shadowsinger.

I had made things for the Illyrian warrior before, but I never noted how observant he was. Working with Azriel had always been a treat. The male favored rather simple but quality garments. Always wanting to blend into the crowd and not stand out, his appointments tended to be rather fast, but today seemed to be different. I could feel his gaze burning into me as I sketched out a new suit for him. I glance up from the paper to meet his hazel gaze. His shadows danced around his shoulders and darted across the room. It wasn’t unusual for them to dance about the room and round me whenever he was in; almost as if they could sense a kindred spirit.  

“You seem…” he paused as if searching for the right words. “Disheartened.”  

I set down the pencil and give him my full attention. 

“I'm fine, Azriel. It's something personal. Nothing that you need to worry about." The lie almost sounds believable, but Azriel sees right through my lie; he raises an eyebrow but does not press the issue; letting me get back to work. Once the two of us are happy with the design we are quick to head out. Before I can open my office door, he gives my shoulder a quick squeeze with his hand.

“Please, If you need help don’t hesitate to reach out.” He gives me a small smile before rejoining his friends in the lobby. 

The Inner circle is quick to thank me before they sweep out of the shop and into the city. I wait a few minutes for them to get further away from the shop before I let the seamstresses know that I am going to head home for the day, feigning a headache. I don’t remember the walk home, the path so burned into my memory that my mind was free to wander as I walked the familiar path to my family's home. It is only when I am here alone do I allow the façade to crumble away. I slump to the floor as I let the tears fall. How could the Mother be so cruel; to give me not just one mate but two, who are so vastly different from me; and for them to have already solidified their bond and start their own family. Rhysand and Feyre deserve the world for all that they have done for Prythian, and here I am just me. How can I even compare to them, let alone ruin the beautiful partnership that they already have? 

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[mybestfriendmademe]

Title: Welcome to the Family

Summary: They've been seeing Rhys and Feyre in secret after they met them at Rita's one night. The inner circle thought it had been a one night stand. They were wrong.

Word Count: approx 1200

Warnings: None except rusty writing and no beta'ing.

A/N. This is my first Massiverse fic and my first fic in a long time, so please be gentle. I'm a slut for the men she writes. I hope I can do them justice. And I've found the wonder that is poly!feysand thanks to Tumblr (specifically @whisperingmidnights-go checkout their fic Chasing Starlight, it's unbelievable.). I thought I'd take a crack at it. I'm dipping my toes in. Hopefully the water feels fine. Likes and comments give life. Let me know if you want a part 2.

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They walked up to the River House taking deep breaths. Rhys thought they'd have an easier time being introduced as their partner if they were there before everyone. And they'd agreed. Unfortunately, they had quite the busy evening at work and couldn't make it until family dinner was supposed to start. They knocked on the door and it was opened by the male you knew to be Cassian. The High Lord and Lady's General of the Armies was easy to spot around town due to his loud and friendly nature.

He wore a big smile, opened his arms wide and yelled, "welcome!" They were surprised and flinched a little, however, they smiled. "Thank you, Cassian," they replied softly. They were a quiet person by nature, the yin to Cassian's yang.

Feyre's voice came from down the hall, "Cassian, please don't scare them away before they even get into the house." She reached the door, pushed Cassian-who was still grinning at them-away and hugged them. She held onto them for longer than was proper, whispering a welcome to them. She didn't care that the hug was going long. This was their coming out dinner and she'd hold onto them as long as she wanted. Cassian raised his right eyebrow and slid off to find Mor.

Once Cassian was gone, Feyre pulled away slightly and put her hands on their arms, "are you ready for this," she asked, smiling, "we know it's a big step and we know this family is crazy. You can leave now and no one would blame you."

They giggled, "I'm ready. I'm so ready. Speaking of family. Where are the boys. I miss both of them."

Feyre rolled her eyes, "Rhys was dissatisfied with the outfit I chose for Nyx for the coming out dinner so he's upstairs choosing a better one."

"He's right here," they both heard from the stairwell behind them. They both turned around to find Rhys and Nyx in matching black slacks and black button down shirts with small silver stars shining in the fae lights.

Feyre laughed. "Rhys you are so extra. When did you find that shirt for him?"

Rhys picked an invisible piece of lint off of Nyx's shirt and replied, "I had it made for a special occasion and decided tonight was it." He looked away from Feyre and said to them, "welcome to the River House precious, and to the family, officially."

They smiled at Rhys greeting them, but reached out for Nyx. "There's my boy. I missed you. Yes, I did. How are those toofers sweetie, are you feeling better?" Rhys and Feyre introduced them to Nyx before the rest of the family to make sure they and Nyx could get along. Much to the delight of Nyx and the consternation of his birth parents their bond was quick and strong. He often preferred their company on outings and was more often than not being held by them on hikes instead of one of his birth parents. Nyx had definitely adopted them as parent number three. After the initial sting of being passed over for someone else Feyre and Rhys loved seeing them holding, playing with, and talking to the baby. It was another thing that proved they belonged here with them.

"He's finally back to sleeping through the night since they popped through a couple of days ago," Feyre answered for Nyx since conversation understandable by adults was as of yet out of his grasp.

Rhys kissed them on their cheek and put his hand on the small of their back with just a bit of pressure saying, "Let's head into the sitting room before people start bringing the party out here."

They followed Feyre through the grand hall and to the large sitting room on the left. There was a fire going in the large fire place and they could see Cassian and Mor standing next to it talking quietly. Sitting on one of the sofas they could see Elain speaking with her mate, Lucien. On the sofa across from them she could see Nesta speaking with a pretty red head that they'd seen before but didn't know. Another woman was on the sofa with them. A gorgeous light brown skinned, dark haired Illyrian woman you've also never met. Azriel was standing off in a corner watching everyone, his shadows flowing around him calmly. As they entered, everyone's eyes turned to them and Rhys cleared his throat.

"Everyone, you know of our friend here. You may have seen us dancing with them at Rita's about a year ago. Or you may be a patron of their shop in the Rainbow. Either way, Feyre and I wanted to introduce you, officially, to our partner."

Cassian smirked and held his hand out to Mor who swatted it away annoyed she'd lost the bet. Elain and Nesta's jaws dropped. Lucien and the two unknown women smiled. Azriel looked disappointed. They hoped it was just in himself since the trio had successfully hidden their relationship from Az and the shadows for a year. After the initial reaction Mor, Cassian, and Lucien all started making their way toward them.

Mor smiled at them and hugged them. "Welcome to the family."

Cassian hugged them so hard they came off the ground a bit. Rhys growled when the hug lasted too long for his liking. Cassian set them down and they giggled, happy for such a warm welcome. "Thanks for making me some money, and welcome to the family."

Lucien held his hand out, "I'm Lucien Vanserra. Please come to me any time you need to vent about any of the bat boys or Archeron girls." You heard a chorus of "hey's," from around the room and thanked Lucien as you giggled.

You greeted the room, "I do know most of you either through my shop, or through the many stories I've heard from these two over the last year. I honestly feel like I know most of you much more than you know me and I'm just starting to realize how weird that is." Everyone laughed and you turned to Nesta who was just standing.

"Welcome to the family, and may I introduce my closest friends Gwyneth and Emerie." The red head and the brunette stood as well and shook your hand. Azriel finally left the corner taking Gwyneth's hand.

"I'm Azriel, Gwyn's mate and husband." You were amazed at how quiet and humble he seemed, completely leaving out the part about him being the spymaster of the Night Court. To them it seemed the only part that mattered was his connection to Gwyn.

Mor hugged Emerie from behind and said in a threatening tone, "this is mine." Emerie swatted her hand and smiled while rolling her eyes.

"Noted," they said, "I feel as if I have my hands full already, though, and won't be tempted elsewhere."

Rhys started walking out of the sitting room, "let's head to the dining room everyone. I'm sure we're all ready to eat."

Feyre put her arm through theirs as they followed the group out. They felt welcomed thoroughly and quite pleased about how that went. They took Nyx back and snuggled into his neck to make him giggle. It was their favorite sound. Well, it was their favorite sound outside of the bedroom. As they sat at the large dining table next to both of her partners and Rhys snapped his finger to bring out the food and wine, they smiled to themselves content to be a part of this family officially.

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[whisplion]

It’s been a while but he’s a sneak peek of amwnd

I watched mesmerized by the dancing as I picked up the scent of my sister’s perfume and followed it back through the much more crowded room. I quickly found her where I had left everyone near the back wall. She was happily chatting away with one of the females I had seen earlier and Mor whose red gown was sticking out like a sore thumb between all the blues and grays. So typical I rolled my eyes smiling.

It warmed my heart to see my sister so enthralled in conversation with another person I cared for. The past few years had been difficult for a lot of reasons so I am always happy to see a smile on her face again. A tap to my shoulder had me turning to see Viviane who smiled before dragging me to me where she had been talking with Kallias. As we got closer I quickly realized that the dress I had designed was staring me in the face. It’s wearer was also in front of me well her back was anyway as she leaned into the male standing next to her.

#poly!feysand x reader #acotar x reader #acotar x you #feyre archeron x reader #rhysand x reader #amwnd #it’s coming 🔜

[talesof-old]

1000 followers special

omg!! i didn’t realize i was this close to a thousand followers, if i had i’d probably have planned differently

the goal is to put out a few small drabbles and fics as a thank you to everyone, as well as leading up to my birthday (which is a little over a week from now)

what would you all like to see?

i’m writing for these characters

james potter

remus lupin

lily evans

charlie weasley

eris vanserra

azriel shadowsinger

luke castellan

poly!marauders

poly!feysand

poly!bat boys

poly!azris

i’m taking seven requests, which can be fluff, smut, angst, or any combination

request 🙏, please!!

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[danikamariewrites]

I absolutely adore and love your housewife Feysand series, it’s so good rishshdkdbdkck

I propose an idea, even though reader is usually always at home/Velaris, what if they got kidnapped??? And reader gets injured and Feysand go INSANE trying to find them and it’s just angsty hehehehehe BONUS POINTS if it’s just fluff and overprotective central once they rescue and find reader

Gone Girl

Feysand x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I love this little series and I’m so glad others are enjoying it

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, injuries, eventual fluff

As Feyre walked home, hand in hand with Nyx, she couldn’t help but go over today’s events. She hadn’t seen you since this morning. Which isn’t unusual but occasionally you’d pop in to say to her and Rhys while they worked.

Maybe your brunch with Mor had run longer than you thought it would? But you would’ve let them know you weren’t going to pick Nyx up from school. You always pick Nyx up from school.

As the pair entered the house Feyre saw Mor pacing in the living room. Worry on her face as she bit at her perfect nails.

Feyre crouched down in front of Nyx, giving the sweet boy a small smile. “Uncle Cass is in the kitchen, go ask him to help you with your after school snack.” The boy nodded excitedly, his floppy black hair swishing with his movements. “Ok mommy.” He gave Feyre a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to get the most unhealthy snack his uncle could find him.

Making her way over to Mor, Feyre tilted her head curiously. She took Mor’s hands before asking, “What is it?” “Y/n didn’t come to brunch. I haven’t seen her all day.” Feyre’s heart sank into her stomach. A moment later Azriel came bursting through the front door like a mad man. His shadows frantic as he yelled for his brother. “Rhys! Rhys we have a problem!”

Before Azriel could make his way up the stairs Feyre winnowed in front of him. Her hands pushed against his chest as the sapphire siphons flared, the only annoyance he showed at being bared from Rhys. When he realized Feyre was in front of Azriel pulled his High Lady up the stairs to the High Lords office.

Rhys jumped up from his chair as Azriel slammed the door. His still panicked demeanor scaring the pair. “Azriel what’s going on?” Feyre asked desperately. The spymaster got right to the point. “Y/n has been taken. A rival camp to Windhaven has reported rogue members, they think the group of males took her. A few of my spies noticed them in the city not well disguised.”

Feyre let out a cry, covering her mouth. Silver lined her eyes as Rhys held her up. He pressed his face to her head giving her a small, reassuring kiss. Rhys took a deep breath. “Do you know where she is?” Rhys asked darkly. Azriel was sure everyone in the house could feel the dark power emanating from the High Lord. “I will soon.” Azriel quickly left before the moment could turn personal. Giving the couple space.

Hours later Azriel reported that the four males had taken you to an abandoned village at the edge of the mountains. It was the dead of winter, you must be freezing. That made Rhys and Feyre even angrier. You were raised in the Summer Court you can’t handle the cold of Illyria.

Rhys didn’t want this done quietly. He wanted to make his presence known. These moronic males took what was the High Lord and Lady’s and they would pay dearly for it.

Winnowing to the center of the abandoned village Rhys, Feyre, Az, Cass, and Mor stood back to back in a circle. Weapons raised, their eyes scanned the dilapidated homes. Wind and snow whipped around the group making in almost impossible to see their surroundings. Azriel sent his shadows out in all directions. Minutes later one returned swirling frantically as it relayed information to its master. He whistled and nodded in the direction the shadow came from.

Rhys and Feyre were the first to move. As they walked ahead the raging snow storm seemed to part for them. Like it was afraid of their wrath.

——

The cabin was freezing. Your body was aching from shivering for hours on end. You try to pull at the ropes around your wrists but your arms were too weak to move. It felt like you were frozen in place.

The four males that had taken you from Velaris were huddled near the front door. Now that they weren’t looking you allowed yourself to wince at the pain rushing through your right cheek. One of the males had backhanded you so hard it left a large bruise and cut from just below your temple to your cheek.

You hadn’t said a single word to them when you came to. You just sat slightly slumped in the rickety chair they tied you to. You kept your face blank, not giving them the satisfaction of a reaction or screaming and pleading with them.

When you had first woken up you tried to reach out to Rhys and Feyre. They were too far so your connection to them was nonexistent. You had prayed to the Mother that your friends and family noticed you missing. Prayed that Mor thought it was weird you didn’t show up to brunch. And Nyx! Poor Nyx must’ve been so sad when you didn’t pick him up from school.

Tears started to blur your vision as you thought about your little boy. Would you ever see him again?

Before the sob building in your throat could leave your lips the sound of the front door splintering filled your ears. You ducked your head, hissing at how stiff your neck felt.

You didn’t have to look at who was beating your captors. You could feel their presence. You’d know them anywhere.

Screwing your eyes shut you waited for the chaos to be over. You heard snow and wood crunch under extra footsteps as the males are hauled away.

A warm hand caresses your unharmed cheek. “Y/n,” a small voice says tentatively. You slowly look up at your loves. The tears you were trying to hold back falling as you give them a tight lipped smile. “You came.” Your voice raspy from not being used. “Of course we did.” Rhys said, kneeling in front of you.

With a snap of his fingers you were free from the ropes. You slipped off the chair into Rhys’s embrace. He held your shivering body tight as Feyre winnowed the three of you back to the River House. Madja was waiting upstairs in the bedroom with an apprentice to check you over.

Once she was done you slept for hours. You were still trembling from the cold which Madja had informed them was normal. You should be fine by morning as long as the fire kept going. Feyre sat with you first while Rhys went to be with Nyx.

Nyx had begged his father to see you. The little boy didn’t understand why they brought you home in tears. He kept trying to sneak away from Rhys so he could see you. “I just want to cuddle with mom!” He had yelled and stomped when he was told no.

Rhys and Feyre had switched before Nyx’s bedtime. When Feyre came downstairs Nyx was sitting on the couch, a devious look on his face with his arms crossed. Feyre copied her son with a small chuckle as she faced him down. “I’m not going to bed until I see mom.”

She sat next to him with a sigh. “You’re not seeing mom tonight, baby.” Nyx let out a little hmph and leaned back. His little wings flaring behind him. By nine he was passed out and moved to his own bed.

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Blinking your eyes open the bright morning sun caught you off guard. You thought it was nighttime. You slowly sit up against the headboard rolling out your stiff joints. Looking around you see Feyre and Rhys asleep leaning on each other at the end of the bed.

You tug on the duvet hard enough to wake them and they jolt whipping their heads around. You cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. Their eyes snap to you and relief floods their faces. They scramble to sit on either side of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Sweetheart we were so worried.” “Are you ok? Do you need anything? Water, food, anything?” They continued their onslaught of questions until you pulled away from them.

“I’m fine. Maybe some breakfast and water. But I feel fine.” Rhys looked at you with an assessing gaze. “You’re sure?” You nod at him with a small smile. “I’ll get you some food.” Rhys gives you a kiss before leaving. You turn to look at Feyre.

She stares at you with watery eyes. Her finger gently traces around your cut. You could see the hurt in her eyes. She felt guilty for not getting to you sooner. You grabbed her hand kissing her fingers softly. “I love you, so much.” She whispered. “I love you too. Thank you, for coming to rescue me.” Feyre leaned her forehead against yours. “I’d burn down the world to find you.” Her warm lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss.

When Rhys came back Nyx was following him, holding back his excitement to see you. Before climbing on the bed he gave his father a look that asked for permission. As soon as Rhys nodded Nyx climbed up on the bed snuggling into your chest.

You felt Rhys caress your mental shields before letting him in. “Feyre meant it. We’d burn the world down if it meant you were safe in our arms.” “I know Rhys. And I love you both for it.” “You know you’re never leaving our sight again, right?” You mentally and physically roll your eyes at him. It was going to be a long time before you left the house without an escort soon.

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[throneofsapphics]

last avenues

Feysand x Reader

Summary: “Am I supposed to be impressed?” and “Is that all you have?” With Feysand 

Warnings: light sexual content, minors dni, possibly dubcon/dark-ish

A/N: for this!

A jasmine scented breeze, walls of white marble, sporadically broken by open doorways and stairwells

Moonstone Palace, what a pretentious name, you thought, although it fit. 

Maybe you were bitter, maybe inconsiderate, but after all you were a person with nowhere to go, a lost soul caught between worlds, bound here by your mates.  

Yes, the word still held meaning, the explanation behind the near-irresistible tug clenching at your, unwillingly dragging you inch by inch towards them. They knew it too, and you hated that. 

The looks they’d exchange with each other at your resistance, the small indent at the corner of their mouths, mighty and ethereal Fae amused at your attitude. 

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” You muttered, tone lacking any malice, considering you were impressed.

“We thought you could use a break,” Rhysand - who insisted you call him Rhys, replied. 

“A break?” You whirled around to face them, “from what?” 

“People. The City.” He shrugged, hands tucked into his pockets, Feyre standing to his right, her hands clasped before her. The High Lady of the Night Court seemed … nervous. A tang of regret hit you,  washed away as soon as you recognized it. 

“We’ve noticed you don’t like the crowds,” her soft voice floated over the room. 

It was quite thoughtful, and because of that you kept your mouth shut and your acid tongue reined in, and turned back around to study your new surroundings. If you’d known they noticed the small victory, maybe you would’ve snapped at them. 

-

Rhys was tired of you. Tired of trying to reach you, of trying to find a crack in that wall - no, fortress, you surrounded yourself with. Tired of your sharp retorts, of the hurt he felt flare from Feyre each time you rebuked them. Yes, he’d tried sympathy, empathy, time, but it had been months now, and he needed to try a different approach before he lost his mind and temper completely. 

Perhaps you sensed the brewing storm, because as soon as he’d strolled through the doorway, your book snapped closed, body tensed, eyes alert, aware, and cautious. Good. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” He growled, as a greeting. 

-

Feyre entered, and Mother above, she loved what she saw. 

You, bent over the back of the couch, hair twisted around one of Rhys’s hands, his other hand gripping your hip tight enough she knew fingertip sized bruises would paint them the next day. Your own hands clawed at the fabric, trying desperately to get a solid grip as he slammed into you, over and over. 

She sensed the moment noticed her, tilting her head to meet your pretty eyes, and blinked at the mischief greeting her.  “Is that all you have?” You taunted Rhys, voice breathless, and she wondered if you could take more.

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[shadowdaddies]

can i please request dark reader x feysand where reader is incredibly morally grey and she will make the tough decisions for feysand and disguise them as something else so that they’re not hurt/sad about it. Reader will do anything to ensure their happiness even if it means being the bad guy, she has the whole court of nightmares in a chokehold and feysand think the court is scared of them but in reality they’re all scared of reader but won’t dare say anything bc one look from her and they’re dead.

thank you for this request!! I haven't written for Feyre in so long and this was so fun and different for me to write

The Real Nightmare

poly!Feysand x dark!Reader

Warnings: mentions of torture, depictions of blood and weapons

Eyes gleaming with feral delight, you flashed a wicked smile at the pathetic male, who lay whimpering on the floor. “Remember how gracious I have been today, Lord Thanatos, that I allowed you to keep this hand,” you remarked, voice dripping with condescension as you squeezed the already broken bones in his hand. 

He let out a high-pitched scream, eyes screwed shut as he rolled onto his side. With a dark laugh, you released his hand, only to press the heel of your boot into his shoulder, turning him onto his back. “You will look at me when I am speaking to you.”

The male forced his eyes open, fear in his eyes as they beheld the blade in your hand. Your lip curled in disgust as the scent of his urine filled the air. Pathetic, how easily frightened these “powerful” males truly were. You inspected the dagger, enjoying the weight of it in your hands as you flipped the shiny - shamefully clean - weapon between your fingers. 

With a sigh, you crouched down once more, using the tip of the blade to angle Thanatos’s head towards you. “What a shame it is that the same hand you used to hit your daughter, would be broken so soon after. Your High Lord and Lady weren’t sure of the proper punishment, with the tangle of stories you and Keir have weaved for us. I find it sweet that they want to be fair, to not harm you without proof of your actions.” You pressed the blade further into his skin, eyes darkening with pleasure at the drop of blood that dripped down his throat. “How unfortunate for you that I don’t care about fairness.”

Thanatos tried to speak, the words coming out a babbling mess. Rage filled you at his sorry attempts at defense. “Do not bother. I will not hear your words.” You dragged the edge of the blade along his jawline, smiling at how he trembled under your touch. “As I said, it is a pity that your hand was injured through your own clumsiness. I look forward to hearing whatever humiliating excuse you have for this injury tomorrow at Court.”

You stood, wiping the blood from your dagger on Thanatos’s tunic as you pulled away. Striding towards the door, you spared him once last glance over your shoulder, kindly granting one last warning. “When you speak to Keir and others of your incident, I advise that you keep in mind the protections that I have from your High Lord and Lady. If you cause furthers issues in this court, I will not be so gracious in the future.” With that, you disappeared from the male’s chambers, returning to your shared room where Rhys and Feyre waited.

“Hi love,” Feyre greeted, rising up from where she sat by the fire to give you a kiss. “Where have you been?”

With a soft smile, you wrapped your arms around her waist, admiring the twinkle in her blue-gray eyes, so innocent and kind. “I needed some fresh air, so I went for a walk. I couldn’t stay out too long, though. I missed you and Rhys, and it’s so scary here in Hewn City.” You shuddered, giving Feyre your best doe eyes as you played the role of frightened fawn. 

“Oh, darling,” Rhys cooed as he entered the room. Pressing a kiss to your head, his thumb stroked your cheek in reassurance. “I’m sorry that you have to be here. We’ll make our appearance with you at Court tomorrow, so that everyone knows you are ours and won’t harm you. Then we can go home to Velaris.” You nodded, leaning into his touch, your muscles visibly relaxing. That seemed to satisfy them, both of them letting you go to get ready for bed.

The next day, you stood in the mirror, Feyre coming up behind you to rub your arms in a soothing motion. “You look beautiful,” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear. Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded your thanks. You knew you looked beautiful, in your typical Night Court attire - a black, low neck dress with a high slit that allowed you to keep the dagger at your thigh hidden unless you needed access to it.

You strode through the doors, keeping your head high as you took your seat next to Rhys and Feyre on the dais. Rhys sent a wave of comfort down the bond, which only encouraged the wicked smirk you gave the group of Lords to your left. In an unspoken order, you flicked your eyes from them to your right where Rhys and Feyre sat, and the Lords bowed their heads even lower, each of them murmuring praises to their High Lord and Lady. 

“I’m glad to see some semblance of respect still remains in this Court. However, this does bring forth the matter of Thanatos and his daughter. Keir, what do you have to say about the matter?” Rhysand questioned, dark power emanating through the room as he spoke. Keir stepped forward, eyes downcast as he refused to look in your direction. 

“My Lord, I cannot speak as to whether Thanatos is guilty. I defer to your wise judgment, as I bring him forth for questioning.” Keir’s eyes flicked in your direction for barely a moment as he ushered Thanatos forward, the sad excuse for a male swallowing thickly as you bared your teeth at him, a promise that he would pay for that glance later.

Thanatos stepped forward, bowing before the throne with a wince. “My Lord, my Ladies,” he greeted through gritted teeth.

Rhys cocked an eyebrow in amusement, his gaze landing on Thanatos shattered hand. “My, Thanatos. What has happened there?” 

The male swallowed, a sliver of wisdom shining through the cracks of his remarkably dim brain when he refused to look in your direction, instead directing his emanating fear towards Rhys and Feyre. “My Lord, I had an accident, you see - I was practicing my swordplay and the weapons rack fell on my hand.”

Feyre leaned forward, interest clear in her eyes as she scrutinized Thanatos’s words. “Why didn’t you seek a healer?” 

The glare in your eyes sent a chill through the room, males and females throughout the Court trembling under your furious gaze. If this fool didn’t sell his lie, you would make certain he never again saw the light of day. 

Thanatos’s entire body shook as he scrambled for an answer. “Because, my Lady... I felt as though the injury was an apt punishment for raising my hand against my daughter.”

Gasps sounded throughout the room at his confession. Feyre leaned back in her chair, looking down her nose at the male. “So you admit to hurting your daughter, and you deem your own ineptitude a suitable punishment for your wickedness?” 

As Thanatos began to scramble for an excuse, Rhys waved a dismissive hand, taking away the male’s ability to speak. “You do not determine your own punishment in this Court. You will be taken to the dungeons until we determine further punishment for your crimes.” Rhys looked to the side, nodding at the spymaster. “Azriel, if you will.”

Azriel nodded, walking over to where Thanatos now kneeled on the floor. Daring to take one look at you - the violent gleam in your eyes which promised a worse fate than Azriel would deliver - and Thanatos nodded, accepting the spymaster’s hold as he was spirited away to the dungeons. 

You followed Feyre and Rhys out of the throne room shortly after, returning home to Velaris. Feyre brought a blanket, wrapping you up in comfort as Rhys made hot chocolate, the both of them murmuring praises to you for how brave you were to endure the Court. You smiled, relaxing into their arms as you let them comfort you from the horrors you had just witnessed. If they only knew.

Part 2

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Punishment*

Kinktober Day 2: Impact Play

Feysand x Reader

kinktober masterlist

A/N: i might struggle with this one. the randomizer chose feysand for this one so wish me luck, yall. 18+

CW: sexual themes, impact play, fingering, punishment

You are mated with Feyre and Rhysand. They have been away for a meeting recently.

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Your mates had been away on business for over a week. You had missed them so much that you had hardly left your room.

Rhys had been sending you images of him and Feyre making love every night.

The night before, you hadn't been able to help yourself. You'd slipped your fingers down and rubbed that bundle of nerves until you came.

"Touching yourself with permission, darling?" Rhys had said into your mind.

And now they were coming home, and you were waiting in the bed you all shared, knees pulled to your chest.

The door opened.

You glanced up, seeing the High Lord and Lady in the doorway, Rhys with a disapproving expression stretched across his features.

Feyre pouted when she saw you, she floated over and sat down at your side. She placed her hand on your cheek.

"Are you angry with me, Fey?" you whispered. She hummed and brushed her thumb across your lip.

"Is what Rhys told me true?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Did you touch yourself without permission?"

You looked down at your lap, unable to lie to her. She tutted and shook her head at you.

Rhys approached, tilting your chin up so you had to meet his eyes. With a thought, your clothes were gone. You squealed, your hands covering your chest.

"Nothing we haven't seen before, darling," he teased. You glared at him.

The talons of his powers clawed at your mind. You opened your shields to him and he entered.

He took over your mind, forcing you to turn around for him and get down on all fours. You arched your back under his control, dropped to your forearms, and lifted your ass.

You tried to fight, but you couldn't move. He was inside your head, holding you in place.

"You'll take ten," he decided.

You nodded, knowing it could be much worse. Feyre heatedly slid two fingers inside you. You shuddered and let out a moan.

"Don't make any noise," she cooed, stroking your hair with her other hand.

You bit your lip to keep quiet as her fingers continued to move in and out of you. Rhys was on the other side of you.

You jerked, screaming as you felt the first smack land on your ass. Feyre gripped your hair and yanked your head back.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" she reminded you. You tried to nod against her grip. "Good." She let go of your hair and you dropped your head.

The second strike landed and you whimpered. Feyre's pace, which she had set with her fingers, stopped. She delivered the third blow herself. You hid your face in the mattress to muffle your sounds.

The fourth slap was also delivered by Feyre, but after the fifth, she returned to sliding her fingers into your core.

The sixth strike was hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. The pain mixed with the pleasure Feyre gave confused and aroused you.

The last four made the tears actually fall. But you managed to hold back your sobs.

"You took it so well," Feyre praised with a smile.

Rhys' talons released your mind, and you sat up immediately, tears streaming down your face. Feyre wiped them away for you.

"We missed you, y/n," Rhys promised you. You glared at him, which made him smile sinfully.

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ACOTAR Fics Masterlist:

Key: Indicates Smut🔥, Fluff 💖 , Angst 😭

Rhysand x Reader:

Warm Me Up 🔥

Under a Star-Flecked Sky 😭💖

Dancing With the Devil 🔥

Series:

Datura, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4 , Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7, Pt 8, Pt 9, Pt 10, Pt 11🔥😭

Poly!Feysand x Reader:

Wicked Games 🔥

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✨️Poly+Acotar Week Masterlist✨️

Details Coming Soon

Day 1: (4/7) Beginnings

The Story of Us

Nessian x Reader x Azriel

After Nyx is given a school assignment on family dynamics, The Inner Circle's quad is stuck trying to explain to Nyx why they all still live together.

(Fluff)

Day 2: (4/8) Comfort

Matching Wounds

Feysand x Lyria Vanserra x Azriel

The first High Lord's meeting after the war with Hybern brings some old memories up that Lyria and Rhys would have rather forgotten, leaving their mates to try to patch together wounds they can't see.

(Angstish)

Day 3: (4/9) Secrets

His, Yours, Mine

Poly!batboys x reader

Finding out you were pregnant should have been the best news. It's too bad you don't know which of your three mates is possibly the father, though.

(Slight hidden pregnancy trope. Angst to fluff)

Day 4: (4/10) Adventures

Home to Me

Elucien x Reader

After the death of Beron, Lucien is finally free to move to the Day Court, and he could not be more ecstatic to have you and Elain by his side

(Fluff)

Day 5: (4/11) Favorite Tropes

Mister Grumpy Pantseses

Grumpy!Azris x Sunshine!Reader

All you wanted was a day in the vegetable garden with your husbands. Your husbands just wanted to spend the day at each other's throats.

(Angst and fluff)

Day 6: (4/12) Celebration

Happy Birthday, High Lord

Tamcien x reader

You and Lucien pulled all the stops for Tamlin's birthday this year. Now you just have to hope your mate appreciates it.

(Fluff)

✨️ Day 7: (4/13) Free Day ✨️

Schedule Conflicts

Feysand x Lyria Vanserra x Azriel x Nessian

Azriel shouldn't plan dates when he's tired. Luckily, Lyria finds a solution that makes everyone happy. Game Night.

(Fluff)

The Ruining of Seraphina

Inner Circle x Seraphina Vanserra

Seraphina should have known better than to make a bet against her mate. Especially when losing that bet means being free use for the Inner Circle for a week.

(It's just filth. 🤷🏼‍♀️)

For the High Lady

Poly!batboys x reader - can be read with or without reading the Auralism post in Valentines Day Bingo

Rhysand's generosity knew no bounds, not even when it came to sharing his mate with his brothers.

(Smut)

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