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litnerdwrites · 7 days

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Justice for Nesta recs (AO3)

Most, if not all, of these recs are in the Justice for Nesta/ ACOSF rewrite/fix-it vein. It will be updates as I find more fics, but feel free to send any recs you have.

TRIGGER WARNING! Many of these fics will be very dark, with references to suicide, ptsd, misogyny, and IC BS. However, I'll be sure to add specifics where applicable.

Fics For Those Craving Nesta JusticeI put all the fics I found into one collection on AO3 that, as the title suggests, are for those craving Nesta Justice. Please read the relevant tags for each fic, as many of them contain reference to PTSD, SA (both past referenced and in story), and general IC BS.

I'll also list every fic in this collection bellow, just to keep them all in one place. Feel free to also add your own finds or works if you have any. The collection is open, but moderated.

Those the Stars Cannot Hear by @kataraavatara An ACOSF rewrite where Mor makes good on her threat to leave Nesta in the CON.

Baby, now we got bad blood by Pumpkinspice_Lou They say you should never come between a male and his mate. Rhysand should've known better. Aka Cassian finally choosing Nesta. Completed two-shot.

A Court of Vice and Victors by Wishcamper Acosf rewritten by a therapist. Need I say more? Incomplete.

You Made Her Like That By BookWorm77071 A few days into their Hike from Hell, Nesta is able to form one coherent thought: I don't want to do this anymore. So she stops. Three chapter short story. Completed.

Nesta becomes a baby by Theladyofbloodshed Exactly what the title says. Oneshot.

A Court of Tangled Flames by Theladyofbloodshed A Neris fic where Nesta gets the love story she deserves.

ACOTAR snippet collection by Theladyofbloodshed A collection of Acotar what ifs.

Nesta vs. The Buffer by Theladyofbloodshed After Nesta finally snaps at another 'family' dinner, calling Cassian and Mor out on their shit, she begins to heal and fall in love on her own terms. With a certain shadowsinger. Completed. Nezriel fic. Anti IC but they kind of redeem themselves at the end. Completed.

AU Where We Pretend Acosf Didn't Happen by Theladyofbloodshed An alternative take to ACOSF, starting from post ACOFS. Nesta ends up leaving Velaris, starting herself on a journey of self discovery and healing. TW Beron Vansera, implied/referenced SA, IC being assholes.

Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream by This_Immortal_Hope Nesta was a wolf. So, much like a wolf, she bided her time, accepting her exile with ice in her and determination in her heart. When she was ready, she tore their Court of Dreams apart with their own hypocrisy. One shot. No ship. Rhysand is thoroughly put in his place. Oneshot.

Second Chances by miryamdev Cassian apologises to Nesta after the HOFAS bonus chapter.

A trick of the light by closet_monster There was nothing condemning about madness or paralyzing fear. Nesta was familiar with both — they seemed to be a recurring theme in both womanhood and life in Hewn. Oneshot. TW Depression, self harm, and implied abuse. Please double check the tags before reading.

Burn for Eternity by rosemai Nesta is defeated and broken down by the words of her sisters and the IC, so she takes matters into her own hands and meets a group on individuals who could give her the help she needs. Incomplete.

Nesta's Truth by grovellingboyfriends After another year of leaving Nesta alone, Cassian finds Nesta in her apartment on Solstice, standing over a dead man. TW for implied SA, parental abuse, Elain is a bitch. 3/5 chapters published as of making this post.

Daylight by Flowerflamestar Nesta Archeron, banished and betrayed, ran from cold and hatred straight into the light of Day and found a place where she could belong. Completed.

Might I Suggest You Don't Fuck With My Sis by MacabreGiggles The intervention rethought, where the Archeron sisters decide to stand up for one another and put the IC in their place. Incomplete.

I died. I will die. It's alright. I don't mind. By MacabreGiggles Nesta resorts to other means to cope, like drugs. Incomplete. TW. Abuse. Alcolism. Suicide. Sexual assault. Drug abuse.

The Veil of Silence by Hrizantemy There exists a veil of silence, it shrouds our voices masking our truths, muffling our cries, our voices are muted, and dreams whispered. Incomplete.

You're a crisis of my faith by porque_nolosdos Nesta and Elain leave the NC, and upon seeing the IC's reaction, Feyre decides to ditch them too. Incomplete.

A thousand cuts by adelindschade It finally clicks for Cassian just how badly Nesta was hurting (it only took three TW suicide TW attempts), so he decides to try thinking of what Nesta would want. This decision leaves a ripple effect that will change the NC as we know it. Incomplete.

The consequences of normality by TheTeaQueen After the events of ACOSF, things seem relatively normal. Until Cassian realises that Nesta doesn't ask for things, or that self hatred still grips her, or the facade she puts on for her family. When she starts cutting back on training and work in the library, he begins to worry. Maybe things aren't as perfect as he thought. Maybe their methods in helping her weren't as effective as he thought. Incomplete.

Three little words by TheTeaQueen Cassian finally says those three little words that Nesta needed to hear. Oneshot.

Like fire, she raged by TheTeaQueen Emerie stands up for Nesta and puts Rhys and Feyre in their place. Completed.

Of Death and Resurrection by TheTeaQueen Part 1 of In the name of healing and happiness. Nesta was ready to die. So to save Feyre and Nyx, she did. Can Rhysand, the only person who can save her, bring her back from the brink? Completed. TW Implied suicide, rape/sa, anti Elain.

Of Shadows and Light by TheTeaQueen Part 2 of In the name of healing and happiness. Technically more of a Gwynriel fic, but does have some Nessian since it follows the aftermath of Of death and Resurrection, only Azriel, Gwyn & Elain are the main focus. Ties up a lose thread or two from part 1, and is 100% Anti Elain. Completed. TW Implied child abuse, implied suicide, torture.

Of Reopened Wounds and Retribution by TheTeaQueen Part 3 of In the name of healing and happiness. A trip to the human lands to discuss the treaty leads Nesta to face Thomas Mandray again. This time, she has family willing to go to hell and back for her. Incomplete. TW Implied rape/sa, panic attack.

Lady Death and Her Kingdom by TheTeaQueen Amren pushes Nesta too far, causing her to awaken a strange new power. TW Implied child abuse. Incomplete.

The Hike, Alternatively by TheTeaQueen An alternative take on The Hike from Hell, where Nesta attempt to TW commit suicide TW, and Cassian realises just how messed up their methods, and the events leading up to the hike are. Written for Suicide prevention month. Completed. TW Self harm, suicide, The Hike.

To Pay a Debt by TheTeaQueen When Nesta sees that Feyre didn't include her in any of the paintings, she does the only thing she can think of; Run. Incomplete. TW, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, mentioned sa.

Burning from the Inside out by TheTeaQueen An au where Nesta's secretly lived with Chronic pain her whole life, only for the cauldron and her new powers to exacerbate it. Complete. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, ableism, internalised ableism.

The Whole Truth by TheTeaQueen An alternative take where Nesta's deepest secret comes to light when Elain explodes at the dinner table one night. This forces the IC and her sisters to reevaluate their perception of her. Incomplete. TW: Child abuse, suicidal thoughts/ideation, forced prostitution, sexual assault (underage!!)

Set my Soul Alight by moodymelanist Nesta finds solace in Autumn. No Nessian. Completed. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced rape, implied/referenced torture.

Falling by becauseofreading Another take on what happens after Cassian tells Nesta that everybody hates her. Incomplete. TW Self harm, suicidal thoughts, blood and injuries.

Destruction and Renewal by Vorbi Nesta is given the opportunity to form new alliances. Initially, she scoffs at the idea, but after a small, final act of disrespect from the IC, she decides to see where this new path leads us. Incomplete. TW Implied/referenced abuse.

No One Likes A Mad Woman by Separatist_Apologist You made her like that. Nesta has had her choices tripped away, so when Eris offers her an out, she takes it. No happy ending for Cassian. The Night Court gets no sympathy. Completed. TW Domestic violence

A Cup of Tea by shaziskhalid After realising that the Cassian of her dreams isn't the Cassian she's mated to, everything changed. (MCU! Wanda, modern Au). Incomplete.

Promise by Daughterofthesea Begins during that scene where Cassian follows Nesta, and ends with him understanding just how much pain she's in, and deciding to actually help her.

Stay here (I love you, but I need another year) by littleplease Nesta is tired, and losing the will to even try. Complete. TW Apathy, depression, vuage suicidal thoughts.

What you did to me (I'll spend my life trying to rise) by filthymouthedslut Nesta is done with the IC's holier-than-thou attitude. No ship. Incomplete (3/4) as of updating this post.

Everybody hates you by Booksandsushi A different take on the time Cassian tells Nesta that Everybody hates her. Incomplete.

Change is good by Booksandsushi Nesta figures her life out on her own. Complete.

Truth of the Heart By TheFreakPanda The months after ACOFAS leave Nesta presented with some new opportunities. Full of therapy and dancing. Completed.

I've Always Liked to Play with Fire by catalyste After her village is destroyed and family killed by Hybern following Feyre's revenge mission, you wake up healed in the NC. After Lucien leaves you there, you find yourself trapped with Nesta Archeron, who turns out to be an unlikely ally. The two of you plan your escape with the help of Eris Vansera. Polly, Neris/reader, with IC bashing, and dragons. Incomplete.

The relapse by Janes_Melodies Something broke in Nesta when she learned about the results of the vote, knowing it was a tie until Feyre. She was trying for her sisters and for Cassian, yet they still think she's cruel enough to create a whole new trove just to kill them all. For the first time in months, she gave into her desires. Incomplete. TW Alcoholism, Implied/referenced self harm, suicidal thoughts.

You're safe now by annieleonhardtsring Rewrite of the scene where Nesta falls down the stairs, and Azriel stands up for her. Complete.

Love her how she should be loved by julemmaes Cassian overhears his family making some not-so-subtle comments about Nesta, and it pushes him over the edge. So he goes to bat for her, blaming his friends for everything wrong with their relationship with his girlfriend. Modern AU completed.

The Nest World - The Next Life by bat_called_phil ACOSF canon divergence fic that starts with the intervention, but diverts when Nesta takes a stand for herself, and Feyre starts holding Rhys accountable. TW Implied/referenced suicide, Implied/referenced abortion.

A Court of Spite and Isolation by xxTAO Nesta choses the human lands, separated from the IC and the distractions from her trauma, she spirals. Incomplete (4/6) TW Suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced alcoholism, Suicide attempt.

Come Home by Rhysanoodle Cassian learns how Nesta's been living since she came to Illyria, and which fears haunt her the most. Complete.

#pro nesta #anti inner circle #anti ic #anti acosf #nesta deserves better #pro nesta archeron #anti rhysand #nesta acotar #anti elain #the archeron sisters deserve better #anti rhys #anti amren #anti cassian #anti feyre #anti mor #anti morrigan #fic rec

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tadpolesonalgae · 6 months

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Heyyyyy recommend me some slow and intimate loving/smut please... with az or cass or Rhys or Eris. I'm feeling sad lonely today😫

Not all of these are slow/intimate, but they’re ones I love particularly and reread 🧡💛

@whisperingmidnights

To long-forgotten gods (Azriel smut)

Flames in the Night (Eris x f!reader x Rhys smut)

Walking at sunrise (Eris fluff because oh god this— 😳) 🧡💛

@gothicbabydollz

Needy (Rhys smut)

Calling Rhys Daddy (Rhys smut)

Azriel x reader with nipple piercings 🧡💛

Running away from Dark!Azriel (Azriel smut)

Cassian + size kink

Jealous!Cassian

Carving his name into your thigh (Eris smut)

@jeannineee

Azriel + Knife Play (this sent me absolutely over the moon)

@azrielhours

Soft Spot (Azriel smut) 🧡💛

Lessons on Relief (Azriel smut)

These are some from this acc just if you’d like 🧡💛

Stains (Azriel smut)

Peaches (Azriel smut)

Knocked up (Rhys smut)

#anons <3 #fic recs #Eris #Eris Vanserra #Rhys #Rhysand #Azriel #Shadowsinger #Cass #Cassian

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a-fandom-reimagined · 7 months

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EVERYTHING. | RHYSAND X SIBLING!READER | TAMLIN X READER

♡ summary: rhysand struggles to come to terms with his younger sister and only living blood relative being mated to the man whose destroyed his family. ♡ type: angst | no trigger warnings! | word count: 1361 ♡ author's note: um...i don't remember a ton about these books. i've only read the first two and i'm overdue for a reread. plus, i have no idea what i was doing with the latter half of this fic. i just didn't know how to end it so when i reread the books i'll probably come back and re-write this. so sorry if you don't like it. i hope you enjoy though.

"I won't have it. This must be some mistake…a joke of some kind. Some sort of foul--"

"You'll wear a hole into the rug brother, please--"

"I. Will. Not. Have. It," he hissed.

His face was just inches from your own. His glare alone might have sent anyone else scurrying from the room like vermin, but you were not anyone else. And there was little he could do to scare you now.

"What will you do then? Wage war on the Spring Court? Lock me up? You basically already have! And let me tell you something, brother, your reasoning is no better than his was when he did it to Feyre."

Rhys backed away from you, his eyes--your mother's eyes--far away and distant at the suggestion. You could practically see the gears in his mind turning.

You ground your teeth together so hard they whined. He wasn't even listening to you anymore. But you wouldn't be silent. You'd been silent for months now and it's brought you nothing but anguish. You launched yourself in front of him, halting his damned pacing. "You've been saying this for a month. Pacing and plotting and planning for a month to no avail. There's nothing you can do."

"Like hell there isn't!"

"If there were you would have figured it out by now. He is mine and I am his. And there is nothing you can do about it so stop your pacing and in peace let me go to him--"

Rhys' eyes widened. His face a mask of fury, hurt, and betrayal. And it was all your fault… "Go to him? Y/N, you should be standing with me trying to find a way to fix this! Have you forgotten what he did to our mother? To our sister? What he would have done to you that night had he been given the chance?!"

You flinched so hard he may as well have struck you. Tears filled your eyes and your own dark power chased the light from your brother's study. "Oh please! As if I could have forgotten! As if I wouldn't have chosen any other man if given the choice--

"So--

Your brother's face smooths and after a month he is finally himself again. "I… Y/N we do not--"

"--and I was not given a choice, Rhys. Have you ever stopped to think about what this has done to me? About how humiliating this has been for me? My heart yearns for a man who has my mother, father, and sister's blood on his hands. A man who I even now cannot imagine myself trusting. I do not even know him and every minute of every hour of every day my very blood calls to be reunited with him and I hate it! My friends, my court, my High Lord, and Lady look upon me with disgust. And I do not blame them."

"Spare me," you tell him with a tight, sad smile. "And let me go to him. With your blessing."

"I don't know how. You are all I have left and he's taking you from me. He's taking my family from me. Again."

"He's not taking anyone. Not this time."

Silence filled the room. And in your mind it would either crush you both or he'd send you back to your room forcing you to take Feyre and Mor up on their offer to spring you. They didn't like Tamlin and mate or no mate, bond or no bond they didn't understand what you were feeling. Not for him. But they were willing to help anyway.

"I'm sending you with guards. And if he doesn't like it…"

It took you a moment to realize what he was saying. Your hands shook and your heart lifted. "I will speak to him." Confusion flickered across your brother's face. You couldn't blame him. It was strange for you too. You'd only seen Tamlin twice in your life and nothing you've ever heard about him has been positive. And the only conversations you've had were the ones through the bond that only served as further proof of what you were to each other. And yet the sway you already held over him was substantial to say the least. Already he'd vowed to try and make peace--if such a thing could ever be had--with your family. He'd apologize to Rhys and Feyre if it meant you'd come home to him.

Home.

For as long as you'd been alive home had always been here in Velaris. Before Tamlin the thought of leaving had never even crossed your mind. This was home. It always had been. Now it never would be again.

"Fine," Rhys said through gritted teeth. "Six months."

"What?"

"I give you six months with him and then you're coming home. That should be more than enough time to get this…whatever it is out of your system."

Down the bond Tamlin still raged and you comforted him as best you could.

Through the bond your mate's patience snapped almost audibly so. Up the bond he roared and raged at your brother. Slipping in and out of his animal form as he paced the halls of the lovely manor you'd only heard about in your High Lady's stories of her time with the High Lord of the Spring.

Six months.

It wasn't enough.

No amount of time would ever be enough. But it was a start.

Rhys was trying and in all honesty he didn't have to.

But he was.

For you.

You wouldn't be needing your High Lady's intervention after all…

You wrapped arms around his neck and wept into his night black and gold threaded tunic. "I'm sorry."

He held you tight, squeezing you as if for the very last time. "Don't be. I love you, Y/N."

Guards.

Rhysand said he would send you to the Spring Court with guards. Instead your brother had gathered a small arm. Cassian's very best. It was embarrassing. Humiliating. You were no less powerful than your older brother. You could level these lands and shatter the fragile minds of everyone in them if you needed to. But still you did not complain.

You were going to see Tamlin today. For the first time in a month, you'd be able to touch him, breathe him in, see him up close. Hear his voice in your ears instead of your mind. It was a good day.

You surveyed the grounds of Tamlin's manor with great interest. It so different...compared to the night court. Your palm sweated in your brother's hand. The temperature was balmy and cool, the air sweet on your tongue. You'd never seen grass so lush nor skies so blue. It would be easy to call this place home, you'd decided. If only for six months.

You danced from foot to foot unable to keep still. You fidgeted with the beaded waistline of your gown. Rhys squeezed your hand and Feyre took hold of your free one. Her grip was warm and steadying but nothing could put you at ease now.

You met her gaze, "Breathe," she told you.

You nodded but breath did not come easy to you. You felt as if there were a boulder sitting on your chest.

And then you saw him.

He was beautiful.

You'd expected guards. According to rumor Tamlin's warband was nothing to scoff at but he came alone in a loose white shirt, black trousers and riding boots. The baldric strapped to his chest free of weapons.

Rhys wasn't the only one trying it would seem.

A breeze sweept his long blond hair from one shoulder to the other and he seemed to bathe in the golden noonday sunshine as he approached.

Stunning.

You hadn't really gotten a good look at him before. But now.

Your stomach tightened and you locked your knees, planting your feet firmly into the earth to keep from launching yourself at him.

Rhys didn't say anything as he led you forth, forcing Feyre to release your hand.

Tamlin stopped a good distance a way. Hands locked behind his back. "Rhys. Feyre," he said by way of greeting. But he didn't look at them. Tamlin only had eyes for you and you for him. "Y/N."

Inches separated of space separated you. It was the closest you'd ever been to one another. You'd never noticed the flecks of gold in his emerald green eyes…

"She's all I have left, Tamlin." Rhys gritted out. "And it doesn't please me to do so but I am entrusting her safety to you."

"Me and the small platoon you've sent with her," he quipped.

"Can you blame me?"

Tamlin's eyes finally left yours and met your brother's. "No."

"If she comes back with so much as sun burn I will grind you and everyone you’ve ever met to do dust.”

“You don’t have to—“

She’s everything to me, Tamlin. Everything.”

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duskandcobalt · 7 months

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Ice Cream

Azriel takes Elain to a movie and gets a bit of a show.

Content warnings: suggestive language, sexual imagery but no actual sex (yet)

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This was a colossal mistake.

Azriel had no idea how he had ended up here, sitting in a half empty cinema that had somehow become his own personal torture chamber within the span of twenty minutes - all because of the girl at his side and a goddamn ice cream cone.

He’d been the one to suggest this, thinking nothing of it when he’d ever so innocently asked Elain to go see the movie that’d she’d mentioned wanting to check out a couple weeks ago during one of their stolen chats in her sister’s kitchen.

It wasn’t that they were trying to keep anything a secret - it was just that his feelings for Elain had caught him so off guard and he knew Feyre would ask a million questions about where he was taking her sister and why. It also didn’t help that Rhys was ridiculously overprotective of his sister-in-law… and that he’d explicitly told Azriel to stay away - that Elain was freshly out of a year long on and off again relationship and was emotionally vulnerable and under no circumstances was Azriel to finally try anything.

Why Rhys had any say over what he or Elain did, he didn’t know, but Azriel hadn’t been in the mood to discuss it any further when the topic came up after last year’s Christmas party where Rhys had spotted a very tipsy Elain sitting just a little too close to a slightly less tipsy Azriel and laughing a little too hard at everything his famously quiet friend whispered into her ear as everyone watched Nyx open presents.

He’d resisted for six months now - resigning himself to seeing her once every couple of weeks when he came to pay his godson a visit.

At first, he really tried his best to not interact with her outside of the niceties - a hello and goodbye, or maybe a quiet “how have you been?” while she transferred Nyx into his arms. But as the weeks and months went by - after Feyre all but confirmed that things between Elain and her ex were actually over for good - Azriel couldn’t help but seek her out, finding excuses to follow her into the kitchen after dinner or trail her around the garden as the weather warmed up, when he’d strategically show up ten or fifteen minutes before he knew Rhys usually walked in the front door.

Elain, by some miracle, seemed happy enough to go along with whatever had seemed to have bloomed between them after that Christmas party. Over the months, she’d opened up to him slowly - subtle glances and shy smiles had turned into unabashed laughter and actual conversations over baked goods that she claimed she’d made for Nyx but always seemed to be made fresh on the days she knew he’d be coming over for a visit.

Whether or not he was reading too much into their interactions was always a question burning at the back of his mind. He supposed that they could truly be considered friends by now but there were hints there of something else, he was sure of it. He just didn’t know if she felt the same. In any case, the way she had blushed and the eagerness with which she’d accepted his invite to this movie certainly reassured him that she returned at least a little bit of the level of affection he felt towards her.

When he thought about how this night would go, he’d expected a couple lingering touches - had prepared for a brush of their hands, maybe even a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night if they got really carried away.

He’d prepared for popcorn and a quiet night watching a heartfelt indie film with the girl he’d been silently pining over ever since they’d met at a group dinner when Feyre and Rhys had first started dating three years ago.

What Azriel hadn’t planned for is the ice cream that Elain had ordered, a wide smile on her face as she claimed “Why bother even coming to the cinema if you don’t get popcorn and ice cream?”

Azriel bought the ice cream for her, of course, happy to oblige her in whatever way he possibly could. He’d buy her the cinema itself if she so much as hinted that she had an interest in it.

He just hadn’t realised that by buying her this ice cream, he was signing himself up for the most torturous half an hour of his life because for all the scenarios he had thought of for tonight - what he hadn’t anticipated was the way Elain would slowly, slowly, devour that ice cream - all the while oblivious to the turmoil she was putting him through.

It had started out fine - her fingers wrapped around the cone as she worked at getting through the chocolate coating to the ice cream underneath but it had all gone to hell quickly after that first layer was gone.

He tried to keep his eyes on the screen, tried to focus on the film they’d come all this way to see, but at the first drag of her tongue across the top of the cone, Azriel was a lost cause.

There was no chance in hell that anything that could possibly be happening on screen was more interesting than what he could see out of the corner of his eye. He knew he should pay attention, knew she’d want to talk about the movie afterwards, knew he should have at least a little bit of an idea of what this movie was even about.

But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, cursing himself for feeling like a teenage boy with fresh hormones.

Had ice cream cones always been so… phallic?

Elain never took her eyes off the screen for more than a second, all her interest focused on the film, as her mouth - those divine lips and tongue - worked that cone in ways Azriel had only dreamt of her working him in the latest hours of the night.

The way she re-adjusted her grip on the cone, the subtle tilt of her head as she ran her tongue all the way around the damn thing - forever ensuring that the top of the cone remained as smooth and round as when she had freshly pulled it out of the packet - the way she pressed her lips to the part where the ice cream met the cone to catch any drops, as if she was pressing kisses to it. He was convinced that whatever entity ruled over them had come up with this as a punishment for whatever he had done wrong in this life or a past one.

Somehow, the pain she was putting him through only increased as the amount of ice cream sitting on top of the cone got smaller. If watching her lick the ice cream wasn’t enough, Azriel was now subjected to watch as she wrapped her mouth around the whole thing - cheeks hollowing out before she pulled back with a pop.

Over and over again.

He was on fire, almost light headed at the sight - this had probably only been going on for about fifteen minutes but it felt like an eternity. His skin felt tight, his hands flexing and unflexing in the darkness - just itching to give in to three years worth of restraint - to reach over and touch her, to grab her hair and pull her to him, to get a taste of the ice cream on her lips.

He took a deep breath, subtly adjusting in his seat in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that was currently pressing against the seam of his jeans - and to clear out the images that were currently clouding his ability to even fucking think clearly right now.

Visions of Elain kneeling in front of him. Her brown eyes hazy with lust as she took him first in her hand and then into her mouth, those pretty lips wrapped around him the way they’d wrapped around the cone. He imagined getting on his knees for her, sliding up the skirt she was wearing until he could see all of her, taste all of her. The last thought - of her completely naked on his bed, legs around his waist as her body arched up against his, his name like a prayer on her lips - whispered, sighed, screamed - over and over and over again as he filled her completely - had him adjusting the placement of the bucket of popcorn in his lap in a desperate attempt to cover the effect she was having on him.

His torture was almost over - the cone almost gone. She’d finally finished all of the actual ice cream and was tipping her head back to get every last bit when a trickle of melted ice cream dripped out of the cone and onto her chin before quickly sliding off her chin and dropping down to her chest, a line of white traveling right down to the top of her top where it finally stopped right in between the swell of her breasts, the light from the screen making it glisten like his own personal beacon.

The gods must really fucking have it out for him tonight.

He watched as Elain grimaced, setting down the bottom part of the cone on the tray next to her before she took her thumb and carefully gathered the ice cream from her cleavage, coming up and swiping her chin before she brought her thumb to her lips to suck it clean.

“Fuck” Azriel groaned, breaking the silence he’d been fighting to keep for however long she’d been eating that ice cream.

For the first time since the movie had started, Elain looked his way - eyebrows furrowed as she turned towards him, pad of her thumb still half in her mouth as she had the audacity to whisper to him.

“You okay?”

Azriel forced himself to look away from her mouth, to look into her eyes as he desperately searched his useless mind for something, anything to say.

“Fine.” He swallowed, one hand coming up to press against the side of his neck. “Sore neck.”

His eyes once again were pulled to her mouth as the corners of her lips turned down slightly and before he knew what was happening, her hand was replacing his - the thumb that was just in her mouth stroking the side of his “sore” neck.

Her action’s must’ve caught her off guard as well because she made to pull away as something surged between them at the intimacy of her touch.

“Sorry,” she whispered. He swore he could see a blush on her cheeks. “I don’t know why I…”

“It’s okay.” His hand covered hers, giving her a small smile and adjusting his grip so he could slot his fingers through hers, bringing their joined hands up so he could press his lips to the back of her hand before lowering their hands back down to the armrest between them.

He loosened his grip just slightly, giving her the chance to move her hand out of his grip if she wanted to. He waited - two breaths - but she didn’t move, her fingers only squeezing his once before relaxing again, the warmth from her palm flowing into the heat of his own.

His heart swelled, his body so full of emotions that all revolved around her that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to make sense of them. It was foreign to him. This wasn’t just lust, not just a passing infatuation. This was far past just a want to have her body against his, to be inside her. It was more of an intrinsic desire- the absolute need to know her - mind, body, and soul.

Rhys be damned.

Azriel decided then that she’d be worth it, worth the vulnerability it would take to pursue her. To get to know her. To allow her to get to know him. He’d spent three years fighting it but the past few months had slowly broken him down and he thought that if he didn’t at least try - the “what if?” would kill him years from now.

They could be good together, couldn’t they? He could let down all the walls he’d spent years building up, couldn’t he? To let someone in? To let her in?

“Azriel?” Elain’s soft voice broke him out of his racing thoughts as her hand slipped from his, leaving him with a feeling of emptiness that threatened to knock the air out of him.

“Hm?” He turned to her again, searching her face for any signs of uncomfort. For any sign of regret. For any reason at all to put a pin in his own feelings.

She just smiled softly, her face blindingly beautiful even in a dark cinema.

“Can I have some popcorn?”

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officialfeysandweek · 8 months

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AO3 Collection・Event Masterlist・Prompts ・Guidlines

📝Fics:

Would You Like Me On My Knees? by @starfall-spirit

Accidentally In Love by @shallyne

Lost and Found drabble by @shallyne

Buried Alive Inside My Dreams by @separatist-apologist

Whatever Our Souls Are Made of by @xtaketwox

If I Could Hold You For A Minute by @darling-archeron

All By Design by @the-lonelybarricade

The Rite by @witch-and-her-witcher

The Dust of the Stars in Her Eyes by @rosanna-writer

Starchaser by @velidewrites

Of Threats and Bonds by @stay-forever-sunday

🎨Art:

Golden thread art by @whettpaint

Feysand in the Summer Court comissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @/jenna.draw

Feysand and Nyx art by @witchlingsandwyverns

Feysand mating ceremony comissioned by @foreverinelysian from artist @:mokkasimp

🎶Misc:

Nyx heir of rizz headcanon by @disturbingly-silent

Feysand fanfic recommendation - Darling Let's Run by @the-lonelybarricade recommended by @ultadverb

Chapter 54 Moodboard by @shallyne

Mating anniversary tattoos headcanon by @harperbrynne

Feysand acotar tweets by @shallyne

Feysand Incorrect quotes: 1 and 2 by @shallyne

Feysand meme by @shallyne

Feysand texts by @shallyne

If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to us!

🎨: @dreadart

#Feysandweek2023 #prompt: mates #feysand #feysand fanfic #feysand fic #feysand fanfiction #feysand art #feysand fanart #feysand masterlist #feysand incorrect quotes #feysand fic recs #feysand memes #feyre archeron #rhysand #Feyre x Rhys #Rhys x Feyre #Feyre x Rhysand #Rhysand x Feyre

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mathiwrites · 2 months

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Rhysand looks up towards the apex of the hill; soldiers loom above them like a dark treeline. A forest of armour and spears anticipate the attack, waiting for the signal for them to attack or defend, whichever will earn them the victory. Their eyes shine with an unnatural light, shiny baubles that drink in the minimal light and reflect it back to the Night itself; neither Faeries nor humans can do that. Above them looms a giant, perched on a jagged rock. He stands, tall and muscular—a god amongst mortals. He watches them with glowing emerald eyes. Then, he drops.

Across this waking graveyard, Rhysand watches the ripple of flesh overtaking fur and the cascade of unmistakable golden hair. He stands out among the steel, iron and ashwood, a beautiful thing in an ugly place. It catches his breath, filling him with awe. Tamlin is… wonderful.

Of course, Rhysand laughs to himself. Of course, he would find that child here in the middle of a battlefield. Except, he isn’t so much a child anymore. He is something so much more, now, and he cannot decipher whether it is a blessing or a curse upon his being.

The sound of Tamlin's paws hitting the ground thunders across the battlefield. The Faerie beast rears his head back and howls. It is a war cry unlike any other. The men beneath him roar in turn, raising their weapons, summoning their magic and charge.

The two of them come from opposite worlds, a giant beast taking out dozens at a time with no precision, only violence, and the shadow of death itself, hunting those whose time has come.

Tamlin is the blazing sun towards which all yield, and Rhysand is the long night in which souls silently slip away.

Chapter 6, Wildflowers

#tamsand #acotar #tamlin x rhysand #pro tamlin #fanfic #writing #ao3 #ao3 writer #fic rec #IM STILL SHY ABOUT SHARING BUT I WANNA GUSH ABOUT THIS SHIP W/ PEOPLE AND WRITING IN THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW #justice for tamlin #my fic #tamlin week

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marina--nova · 9 months

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If anyone has fic recs for feysand where feyre goes absolutely feral when something happens to rhys and he’s injured or something pls let me know I am currently nursing a sjm book hangover ty

#feysand #fic rec #sjm #sarah j maas #acotar #acomaf #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #feyre archeron

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oh-my-damn · 5 months

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Who should I start writing about next? I'm not including Bucky in this poll bc he's already in the works and coming soon, dont worry 🤭

Visuals for the people who dont know

Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian from ACOTAR series

Ghost, König and Keegan from COD

Btw Ghost also looks like this sometimes (he is so baby girl 😌)

#help me decide #im looking for a new fandom lmaooo #im still gonna write for my fave CE characters #but i wanna branch out #im planning to write for more Seb Stan characters #but im fixating on ACOTAR and COD atm so im curious #would yall read it #mandy writes #acotar #cod #ghost #keegan #könig #fic recs #rhysand #azriel #cassian #smut

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mischiefmanagers · 1 month

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I’m in such a Rhys mood and I would love if you made a fic rec library for him if you could?

hiiii!! yes, of course! I'm so sorry this took a while but it's HEREEEE! hope you enjoy! ✨

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velidewrites · 1 year

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Favourite Fics || A Court of Thorns and Roses

💎 BEJEWELED 💎 by @thesistersarcheron

“Sly female,” Rhysand purred, his voice an erotic caress that settled deep inside of Feyre. “I get the feeling you always find a way to get anything and everything you want, don’t you?” (Bejeweled, Chapter 2)

You can read Bejeweled here!

#moodboardficrecs #this one has me in such a chokehold #acotar moodboard #acotar fic rec #feysand fic rec #feysand #feyre x rhysand #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #sjm

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tadpolesonalgae · 28 days

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Hi tabby! will u recommend some dark! Az/Rhys fics

Hi hello!!

So, I’m sorry but I don’t really know many, I have to admit :/

I’m quite particular about how I imagine those two, and I think dark fics are a scarcity within the already narrow niche (?) of acotar x reader fanfiction, which is why for the most part I wanted to write them for myself?

That being said, Haunt Me Like The Wind That Blows by @throneofsapphics is a version of dark! Rhys I personally like, and I really enjoyed reading! It does reference poly!feysand, but for the most part revolves around reader trying to run from them, hiding out in a small village for about a year before Rhys comes to retrieve her 🧡💛

Company of Phantoms and its sequel Our Marriage Bed by @azrielhours are both also marvellously written stories, the premise being a lovely mix of infatuation and what’s arguably some psychosis on Az’s part as he begins to hallucinate seeing and hearing reader where she isn’t—these two are both comfort fics (I mean, basically all of her works are, but for the purpose of this ask these two are the ones I’m mentioning specifically 🧡💛)

There’s also running from dark!azriel by @gothicbabydollz which is exactly as it sounds—probably also another one I reread fairly frequently, so feel free to have a nose at these, and I hope you enjoy :)

(If dark!Feysand piques your interest however, @whisperingmidnights has some lovely fics like Lovely Things that I believe you’ll be able to find under #🍁promptober fic🍁 which are all very well written and immensely enjoyable—she has a wonderfully articulate style 🧡💛)

#anons <3 #fic recs #dark!rhysand #dark!azriel #dark!feysand

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captainsophiestark · 26 days

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March 2024 Fic Recs

Here's all the awesome fic I got to check out in the month of March! It was a busy one, but I loved everything I managed to check out! Go give these wonderful writers some love!

ACOTAR

Rhysand x Reader

Solemn Vows by @writeroutoftime

joined by the inner circle, you and rhys get to have your mating ceremony, publicly declaring your love to your family

Cassian x Reader

pawns in your game part 1 & part 2 by @writeroutoftime

when you get injured working a job with rhys, your mate - worried for your safety - loses it and finally lets go of his pent up anger

Agent Carter

No x Reader

Nothing Fancy, Nothing Much by @glorious-spoon

Rose Roberts takes a job in L.A., and eventually finds her feet and her place in the world.

#sophie reads #fic recs #acotar fic rec #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand x reader #cassian x reader #agent carter fic rec #rose roberts #michael carter #agent carter

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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Ok so I’ve been SCOURING the internet to find any fics about rhysands parents. Do you have any recs?

Hey love!! Sorry for taking a while to respond to this, I've been behind on fic recs! I have a huge backlog in my inbox so sorry to anyone who's still waiting on me to respond to their request! It's been a busy month hehe

When you mean Rhysand's parents, do you mean like fics specifically about Rhysand's mom x Rhysand's dad? Or fics about Rhysand's relationship with his parents?

There's not very many of either, but here's what I've found:

Fics about Rhysand's relationship with his mom/dad:

I STRONGLY recommend Majesties by Gracie_Girl87 - With not one, but three Made weapons in his arsenal, Rhys has been presented with a choice. A choice his dreams are more than happy to deliberate on his behalf.

the seamstress and the stars by Littlelionman15 - Rhysand's mother observes a solstice of her boys with their mates

A Conversation at Dawn by TheLonelyBarricade (a sad one sorry) - Rhysand takes a quiet moment to reflect with his mother

it's not in my blood by catatonicatnap - A oneshot detailing the moments leading up to when Rhysand became High Lord

A Mother's Love by aqueentorattlestars - Rhysand’s Mother has a nightmare

Aliferous by brekkfast - Rhysand and his mother seize the night

Heir of Night by Elegistnox - A multi-part fic detailing the events leading up to ACOTAR

Fics about Rhysand's Father x Rhysand's Mother:

A Court of Ink and Smoke by ProbablyTheQueenofHell - A story of Rhysand's father

The First Story by aspentree11 - The story of Rhysand's mother and father

Of Halfbreed, Bastards, and Brothers by DillyDilly45 - A one shot of the meeting of Rhysand's parents and the first time Azriel meets Rhysand and Cassia

A Court of Wings and Darkness by Adrova - The story of Rhysand's parents over five hundred years

Fic Rec Masterlist

#Happy reading!!#This search made ME tempted to write a story about Rhysand's parents #Fic recs #Rhysand's Mother x Rhysand's Father #Rhysand

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duskandcobalt · 7 months

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For His Eyes Only 📸

She hadn’t really thought much of it when he snuck into her room that night, a couple hours later than usual, with a vintage camera in his hand and an excited smile on his face.

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Wrote a little vaguely modern AU one-shot where Azriel takes up photography and ends up doing an impromptu photo shoot with a newly acquired camera and a certain Archeron.

No real plot, just pure vibes. This is like 3.7k words of shameless smut so 18+ pls and ty ❤️

I had so much fun writing this, I hope you have as much fun reading it!

Read on AO3

Full Fic under the cut 😘

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Azriel had developed a keen interest in photography over the past few months and Elain had taken notice, loved watching as he explored this new passion of his - sneaking glances of him from the kitchen window as he strolled around the garden early in the days, capturing photos of her roses as they came to life in the morning sun.

She listened carefully, trying to suppress the small smile that threatened to bloom on her face whenever he spoke to Feyre about her paintings, bombarding her with question after question about what would make for the best angles, the best lighting.

It was so rare for him to talk so much, with such passion, and Elain loved, loved, loved it. Knew that when he was snapping away, capturing the seemingly mundane things that had caught his attention, it brought him the same joy that she had been so grateful to find in baking.

…

She hadn’t really thought much of it when he snuck into her room that night, a couple hours later than usual, with a vintage camera in his hand and an excited smile on his face.

“Hi. Sorry I’m late.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to Elain’s forehead as he slumped down onto the sofa where she was seated, a book she’d borrowed from Nesta now abandoned in her lap. Azriel had been away for three days on a work assignment and she had been doing everything in her power to keep herself from pacing her room like a school girl waiting for him to come back to her. He tugged her against him, one arm coming around to settle heavily over her shoulders as she melted against his chest.

“Hi, Az.” Elain whispered back, tilting her head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. Then finally his lips, taking her time reacquainting herself with the feel of him before pulling back. “How was it?”

“As good as it could be.” Azriel hummed. “Difficult. The guy just wouldn’t break. Plus, I think I might’ve caught Cassian’s cold.”

Elain frowned. She didn’t know all the details of exactly what Azriel’s job as Head of Security entailed but she knew he often returned home tired and sore. For all their jokes about him always being off on super secret spy missions, she knew that his work took a toll on him mentally, physically, and emotionally.

“Can I make you some tea? Something with ginger? Or maybe honey if your throat is sore?” Elain offered, that instinct to look after him taking over. She hated seeing him ill, partly because she was sympathetic… But mostly because like every other man on the face of the earth, Azriel was an absolute pain in the ass when he was sick.

“Don’t worry, El.” He murmured into her hair. “Maybe later.”

Elain couldn’t help but roll her eyes but she dropped the subject, choosing instead to focus on the camera that was balanced on one of his thighs.

“Souvenir from the road?” She reached for the camera, smoothing her fingers over the wood paneled front of it.

“Gift from Cass for my birthday.” Elain didn’t need to look up at him to know that he was smiling, utterly delighted with his new toy. She could hear it in his voice. “He found it in a charity shop in the village, said he thought it’d be good for me to practice with.”

“That was nice of him.” She finally looked up at him, eyes softening at the smile that was indeed plastered on his beautiful face. “Have you taken any pictures yet?”

“A couple…” He nodded. “Passed by some windmills on the way back.”

“Can’t wait to see.” Elain couldn’t help the yawn that escaped her then, it was almost two in the morning after all. “You should bring it along on our walk tomorrow. There’s that little river on the trail, might be nice for a photo.”

They’d been at this for months now - Azriel sneaking into her bedroom late at night, waking up at the first light of dawn to go for leisurely walks before Feyre and Rhys woke up. It had been Elain’s decision to keep things just between them for a bit, to wait and see how things developed before they told her sisters and their partners, who just so happened to be Azriel’s two childhood best friends. Neither of them had the best track records romantically and she knew there’d be an influx of questions and opinions once the four people closest to them were privy to their relationship.

It was only surprising they’d gotten away with sneaking around for this long, especially considering they’d both somehow ended up living with Rhys and Feyre after they’d each ended complicated relationships. Elain did, however, suspect that Nesta knew something was up after she’d caught the way Azriel’s fingers had lingered on Elain’s hip, pressing gently into her skin through the thin fabric of dress as he’d passed behind her in the kitchen one day. There had been plenty of room for him to get by without touching her. Nesta’s eyebrows had scrunched together, eyes flickering to Elain’s as she marked the blush that bloomed on her sister’s cheeks. Elain had quickly looked away, busying herself with something else before Nesta had the chance to question her.

“Good idea.” Azriel nodded, fingers trailing along Elain’s arm in a way that made her eyes flutter shut. “It’s late, we should go to bed.”

“You get ready for bed. I’ll go make you some tea.”

“I don’t need…”

“Don’t argue with me, Azriel. It’s better to prevent than to treat.” Elain warned, patting his knee before quickly raising off the sofa and heading out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen before he could protest any further.

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Elain’s hands were in her hair, securing the length of it into a messy knot on the top of her head when she heard the familiar whir of a shutter. Her brows pulled together as her eyes fell on Azriel’s reflection in the mirror.

He was on her bed behind her, slumped against the headboard. He was gloriously shirtless and she couldn’t help but drag her eyes over the tan skin and the dark tattoos and the muscles that were on display - all lit beautifully from the two small lamps on either side of her bed.

Azriel had one eye squeezed shut as the other peered through the viewfinder of the camera cradled in one of his large hands.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, tugging once more at her bun before reaching for her eye cream.

“Practicing.” Azriel smirked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

“Az, it’s so late. I’m tired. I haven’t got any makeup on.” Elain pouted, turning to face him just as the whir of the shutter sounded again.

“You’re beautiful.” He replied easily, biting down on his lower lip.

“You’re cheesy.”

“Maybe so, but you’re standing there in a shirt with my name on it and not much else. I had to document the moment.”

Elain was indeed wearing an oversized button up pajama shirt with Azriel’s name embroidered just over her heart. It was a gift she'd made to wear for him on his birthday a few weeks ago and something she kept carefully hidden at the very back of her underwear drawer in hopes that her sister’s wouldn’t stumble across it when they inevitably snuck through her wardrobe looking for clothing to steal.

“Shut up and drink your tea.” She shook her head, trying desperately to fight back a smile.

Elain crawled into bed, nuzzling herself under the covers and relishing in the feeling of the cold pillow on the back of her neck. She was completely at peace, halfway to sleep before a shadow loomed over her, the mattress dipping at the sides of her hips where he’d carefully planted each of his knees.

“Az…” Elain whined, hands coming up to cover her face as the shutter clicked yet again.

“C’mon, Angel. Give us a smile.” Azriel chuckled, one hand coming down to tickle at her bare hip.

“Azriel!” Elain squealed, halfway between a giggle and a yell. “Get off!”

“Oh, I plan to.” He taunted, not missing a beat.

She rolled her eyes yet again at the innuendo, even though she was secretly delighted.

She loved this side of him, so playful and relaxed. Completely unguarded, a side he rarely let anyone see.

“Just want you to model for me, El.” Azriel pouted, dragging his hand across her hip and up to the buttons at the bottom of her shirt. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Elain was so wrapped up in his words, trying to figure out exactly where he was going with this that she hadn’t even noticed how quickly those skilled fingers of his had undone all but two buttons.

“I don’t think this is the type of practice Cass had in mind.” Elain bit down on her lip, her heart beating faster under the heat of his gaze.

“Cass doesn’t need to know.” His voice was so low that she could almost feel the bass of it vibrate through her.

“You’re not taking pictures of me naked, Azriel.” Elain’s voice was weak, shivering as he ran a finger from the center of her chest all the way down to the waistband of her underwear. He slid a finger just under the fabric at the side of her hip, pulling it up an inch before letting it snap back down against her skin.

“You wouldn’t technically be naked.” He shrugged, fingers dancing back up to those last two buttons.

“Az.” Elain warned.

“I’m going away on another trip soon. I’ll need something to keep me going, won’t I?” He asked, a playful glint in his eyes. “Wouldn’t even have to worry about the cloud.”

He was so, so sly in his maneuvers, bending down to capture her lips in a kiss that left her dizzy with need as he undid those last two buttons. It had been four full days since she’d felt him inside her. It was the longest they’d gone without having each other since they’d started sneaking around. She’d been kidding herself to think they would just fall asleep and let another night pass without sex.

Azriel sat up again, those beautiful scarred hands Elain loved so much carefully fixing her shirt so that each side was apart enough to just hint at the soft curves of her cleavage.

“Look at you. An absolute dream.” Azriel’s voice was full of awe, full of complete and utter reverence, as he picked his camera up again. He moved slowly, giving her ample time to let him know if she truly was uncomfortable with this. He waited for the dip of her chin, that nod of approval, before he pressed down on the shutter and captured the intimate moment.

“Just a bit more, yeah? Always miss you when I’m away.” His voice was soft as he brushed aside her shirt so her breasts were fully visible to him now.

He was about to snap another picture, praying that the camera would pick up the gorgeous flush on Elain’s cheeks, on her chest, before he paused.

“What’s wrong?” Her heart skipped a beat, suddenly apprehensive at his hesitation.

“Not a thing, El. Just want to…” He drifted off, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he fiddled with her shirt, a smug look crossing his face once he was satisfied.

He’d adjusted the shirt so that her breasts were still nicely on show but had pulled the top back into place just enough so that the embroidered Azriel in cobalt blue thread was also on show.

“All mine.” His finger pressed down on the shutter before he set aside the camera once more. He shuffled down the bed a bit, hands skimming over her stomach and hips all while sliding down her underwear in the process.

Elain was blushing furiously now, heat burning low in her belly as she watched him. It was utterly filthy but she didn’t object, never even gave it a second thought before doing exactly as asked when he requested she pull her knees up and apart, muttering something about how he could see her wet and dripping for him as he took the camera again and snapped a few final pictures.

It should’ve felt pornographic, Elain thought. But everything about this moment was so intimate, so erotic, that it was somehow the most empowered she’d ever felt. Knowing that Azriel was so into her to the point that he wanted to capture it all for himself. Seeing how careful he was about how he took her picture, the way he treated her like she was art.

It made her feel beautiful, sexy even. A feeling that was usually foreign to her.

“The best model I could ever ask for.” Azriel remarked finally, leaning over to place his camera on her bedside table before settling back in between Elain’s legs.

He placed a kiss on each of her hips, at the crease of each of her thighs before his tongue was pressed flat against her center, dragging it up her in one long, slow stripe before letting his lips just barely, barely graze over the place where she so desperately needed pressure.

Elain gasped at the sensation, hips lifting up in search of more. Her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging slightly at the strands before gently pressing him down.

Azriel chuckled, fingers holding her in place as he lowered his lips to her once again - this time finally taking that bundle of nerves in his mouth and running his tongue around it.

The sound that left her mouth was unlike anything either of them had ever heard from her before. Louder than she’d ever been before. They looked at each other - both their eyes wide with surprise.

“Gonna wake up Rhys and Feyre and I’ve barely even touched you.” She felt the way he smiled against her, clearly satisfied with himself.

“I don’t know why…” She moaned again as he continued to sweep his tongue around and over her, applying even more pressure with each pass until she was positively writhing under him. “Everything feels so sensitive.”

“I think you like being photographed, El.” Azriel teased, lifting his head up to watch her carefully as he slid two long fingers deep inside her. “Look how wet you are for me, how well you’re taking me… I wonder what you’d be like if we made a movie instead.”

Elain didn’t know if she was laughing at his comment or sobbing at the intensity of the pleasure that had quickly built in her core but she felt completely out of her body, so utterly dizzy as she fell apart more quickly than she could even comprehend. She really did scream then, her body lifting off the bed involuntarily at only the sixth pass of Azriel’s fingers curling against that spot inside her, a spot that he’d seemingly committed to memory after discovering it during their second time together all those months ago.

Azriel quickly reached up, covering her mouth firmly with the hand that wasn’t inside her, in an attempt to keep her quiet as he continued to work her through her orgasm. He didn’t stop stroking her with his tongue, didn’t stop pumping his fingers into her, didn’t remove his hand from her mouth until he felt her back hit the mattress again - one last whimper leaving her lips before her thighs were clamping together around his head and the hands that had been knotted in his hair, previously pressing him to her, were pushing him away.

“That was…” She breathed deeply, shaking her head as he crawled up her body to kiss her. The taste of her on his lips caused heat to rise in her again despite her so overly sensitive still.

“Need you in me.” She whispered against his lips, one hand firm against his bare chest to push him back against the pillows.

Azriel laid back, his eyes darkening as he watched her rid him of his pajama bottoms before straddling him. She ran her fingers down the aching length of him, wrapping them around the base of his cock. He reached for her, hands landing firmly on the soft part of her hips, digging into the flesh there to keep her steady as she carefully ground against him to coat him in her arousal.

Elain leant forward slightly, aligned him at her opening and then slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch, relishing in the way he stretched her - the way he filled her so completely that she was convinced he had been put on this earth just for her.

It was Azriel’s turn to attempt to stay quiet, eyes rolling back in his head as he clamped his lips shut - holding in the moan that threatened to erupt from him at the feel of her tight and warm and wet around his cock. He willed himself to not come then and there.

“So pretty.” He whispered, hands sliding from her hips up to cup her breasts. He ran a thumb over each rosy nipple before he pressed his palms into her soft flesh, squeezing just how she liked.

“Camera.” Elain choked out, running a tongue over her lips, biting down on the bottom one. “Get the camera.”

“Yeah?” Azriel asked, eyes shining with amusement as one hand went flying out to fumble around the bedside table for the camera. “Wanna see just how pretty you look when you fuck me, do you?”

Elain just hummed in affirmation, lips parting, her head tilting back as she adjusted herself - her hands left his chest to fall behind her, finding purchase on his thighs as she arched her body back, grinding in a way that made the tip of him repeatedly hit that spot inside her.

She barely heard the camera shutter go off as Azriel lined up the shot - taking a photo of her on top of him, her head thrown back, pleasure written across her features, her breasts and stomach on display with the way her body was arched back. He’d framed it in a way that he could just see his cock sinking into her.

He slid a hand up her stomach, between her breasts, until he reached her neck. He wrapped his fingers around her pretty throat, applying gentle pressure as she increased the pace at which she bounced on top of him. She brought one hand forward to press in between her thighs, just above where they were joined and then moments later, Elain was falling apart on top of him - once again in a state of complete bliss when her orgasm hit her hard. Azriel’s hand was still around her throat when she heard the faint shutter of the camera yet again.

The camera was tossed aside then as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her to him as she fell forward, still pulsing around him. Azriel planted his feet, lifting his hips to repeatedly drive up into her until he was spilling into her. His hands grasped at her ass, squeezing hard as he held her against him - ensuring she took every last drop that he had to give her.

Elain laughed, truly laughed, as she pressed her face into the side of Azriel’s neck after she pulled off of him and collapsed onto the bed. He’d pulled her into his side, still needing to feel her against him. They were both coated in sweat, both taking deep heaving breaths as they tried to ground themselves in reality. She couldn’t believe they’d done that. Couldn’t believe the way she’d come alive for him. For the camera.

They started again after a little while, slow recovery kisses becoming frantic as their hands roamed. They didn’t stop- couldn’t stop - both somehow needing more after each round that they swore would be the last.

Azriel didn’t know why he was surprised when he realised they’d exhausted all 24 frames of film in his camera. Not when they’d continued to take photos throughout the night…

Elain on her knees, his cock in her hands, in her mouth.

The arch of her back with his hands firmly in her hair pulling her head back towards him.

Azriel looking up at her from in between her thighs.

Her hair splayed out on the pillow as she was sprawled beneath him. His seed pooled on her stomach.

The outline of Elain’s body through the fogged up shower glass.

The two of them in front of the bathroom mirror, the camera in front of her face, his face tucked into her neck while his hands cupped her breasts.

The last was of them finally clothed and in bed, cuddled together with exhausted but satisfied smiles on their faces.

The sun had started to rise by the time they fell asleep in Elain’s bed. They wouldn’t be going for a walk this morning after all, not when Elain was barely capable of standing without assistance. Only an hour had passed when Azriel awoke again, quickly silencing his alarm and pressing a kiss to her forehead as he untangled himself from her arms. He did his best to ignore the frown that formed on her lips from the loss of contact, gently sweeping her hair off her face before turning and slipping quietly out of her room and sneaking back down the hallway to his own room, camera in tow.

It wasn’t until he settled into his too cold sheets, eyes fluttering shut as images of Elain flitted in and out of his mind, that he realised he was going to need to learn how to develop his own film.

An emotion he couldn’t - wouldn’t - label flooded through him at the thought of anyone else seeing Elain like that. No, these would be for his eyes only.

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