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Prisoner - Chapter 4 (Azriel x OC)

Hello:) Chapter 4, things get reallyyyyy interesting! Hope you enjoy<3

Warnings: some violence

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

The sound of the door opening woke Fiadh up. Her mouth was so dry she couldn’t swallow and her stomach grumbled when the smell of food reached her nostrils. Azriel entered, a tray with bread, cheese and a cup of water in hand. Fiadh stood straight, the shackles that kept her hands in place clinking together.

“You look terrible.” Azriel’s voice was deep, even though she could hear a hint of amusement in his tone. “You smell even worse.”

“Fuck you.” Fiadh closed her eyes, the effort of talking making her throat feel like needles.

“Ah, you still have the perfect manners, I see.” Azriel squatted down, putting the tray right in front of her.

Fiadh reached for it, her movement dragging the chains across the stone floor. But before her hand could grab the loaf of bread, Azriel dragged it away from her.

“No, no, no. You know the rules, Fiadh.” Her name sounded too good on his lips. And she knew that she needed to eat and drink some water quickly, if she was thinking about that. “You accept to work with us, with me, and then you get food.”

“What kind of work?” Fiadh’s words were almost a whisper. But Azriel heard it well and clear, because a smirk covered his lips.

“A mission. An easy one, of course. Don’t want to put too much pressure on you. And the chains aren’t going anywhere, of course. You stay by my side during the whole thing. No tricks.”

“No tricks?” Fiadh looked into his hazel eyes. Gods, the rumors were true, he was handsome. Even when he was being a menace to her. “Okay.”

“That easy?”

“Can you give me some water already?”

Azriel stayed still for a couple of seconds, but then he took the cup and approached it to her. Fiadh grabbed it, her fingers touching his, and it was like an electric shock went through her arm. Her eyes darted to his, and she saw his eyebrows furrowing. Had he felt that, too? Maybe it was a shadowsinger thing.

Fiadh took the cup to her lips and drank the whole thing. And then the cup refilled itself, and she drank again.

“How am I supposed to help you with a mission when you’re giving me a tonic to suppress my powers?” Fiadh said, but drank again once the cup was refilled.

“Because the tonic tames your power, but I think it is clear that it doesn’t suppress it.” Azriel gave her a piece of bread that Fiadh ate eagerly.

“What’s this mission about?” Fiadh needed more information and she wasn’t sure that Azriel would give her any insight, but she had to try.

“You have a lot of questions, but you don’t give any answers. Why haven’t you tried winnowing out of here?” Fiadh looked at his face, he was still crouching in front of her.

“I can’t.”

“You said you could.”

“Well, I can’t.” Fiadh looked irritated at him. “I mean, it’s not that I can’t physically do it. I’m sure I could, but… I wasn’t allowed to do it, so I never practiced it. The only time I tried it was after Hybern died and I ended up appearing at the bottom of the river, almost drowned myself.”

“Why did you come here?” Azriel was still looking at her with that weird intensity in his eyes.

Fiadh chewed some cheese and bread before answering. “Because you killed Hybern.”

“All the Courts did.”

“At the command of your High Lord.” Fiadh clenched her jaw.

“Do you really think that with Hybern we would have been better? He wanted to enslave the humans again, he wanted to divide High Faes from lesser fairies. He wanted to stomp on everything we’ve built these past thousands of years.”

“That’s just your point of view.”

“It’s not, it’s the truth. But my point of view is Rhysand’s. One where the Courts can live in peace. One where humans and fae can live in peace. One where there’s no distinctions in between male or female, High Fae or lesser faeries.” The glint in Azriel’s eyes made Fiadh feel some kind of admiration for him.

But she quickly reminded herself where she was, who she was with. “That’s what you say. What will happen when Rhysand has a big enough army for him to take Prythian?”

“Do you think that’s what we’re doing? If Rhysand wanted to take Prythian for himself, he could have done it a long time ago. The only thing we want is to live in peace.”

Fiadh observed Azriel. There was something about him, about his words. Fiadh could only think about everything that she had learned from a very early age. About that tale of the high lords being the worst thing that had happened to Prythian and how Hybern was the solution. About the humans hating them and wanting to kill them, even though she had never met a human person in her life that was capable of killing a fae.

Thinking about it, Hybern wasn’t so different from all those stories. Because, wasn’t what they accused the high lords of doing, the same thing Hybern was doing? Fiadh chewed more bread; she was probably losing her mind because of the lack of food and water.

“I’ll go with you if you stop giving me the tonic to keep my powers at bay.”

“I won’t do that, Fiadh.” Her name had never sounded so good. “Finish the food, we’re going.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

Fiadh gulped down another cup of water and quickly ate some more cheese before standing up with a grunt. She stretched as much as the chains let her, before Azriel grabbed a key and opened the lock. He held her wrists, a gentle touch, while he examined the bruises that were now a yellow color. His thumb swipe over her left wrist, and Fiadh felt her stomach turning. What was that about? Her body was betraying her.

Azriel put another set of chains around her wrist, these ones shorter, keeping both her hands together. Fiadh realized that they weren’t as tight as the other ones.

“Let’s go.”

They stepped out of the cell and went up a set of stairs. Fiadh squeezed her eyes when a door opened and the light from a long hallway illuminated them. The carpet softened their steps, Azriel right next to her. They started walking, until Fiadh stopped in the middle of the hallway. Azriel turned to her, his eyebrows raised.

“What?” His tone was annoyed.

“I need to go release myself.” Fiadh gave him a sheepish smile.

Azriel rolled his eyes. “You need to wait.”

“I can’t”

“I’m sure you can.”

“I’m sure I cannot.” Fiadh greeted trough her teeth. Now she was annoyed, too.

“Fine. Follow me.”

Yes! He took one step in front of her and Fiadh moved so quickly he didn’t have time to react. Not until Fiadh had him in a chokehold, the chain from her shackles around his neck. Azriel’s hands went up quickly, avoiding her to choke him, but Fiadh tightened her hold. Azriel grunted and moved his leg, hitting Fiadh on the side of the knee, making her go down. Azriel turned around quickly, getting free of Fiadh’s hold. She raised herself, but instead of fighting back, she took off running. She knew that Azriel would catch her eventually, but she didn’t stop.

She ran, passing doors and different rooms that she had no time to stop and see what they were. A library maybe? A living room? She wasn’t sure. She opened a door to her left and was met with a big room with a fireplace and some sofas. Big windows covered an entire wall, looking out into the beautiful sky. There wasn’t another door, so Fiadh ran towards the big terrace. The wind bit her face, her skin covered in goosebumps because of the sudden cold. She stopped dead in her tracks. This was where she had landed with Azriel when they had brought her here.

She heard Azriel’s steps coming into the balcony and she turned. Fiadh didn’t even have time to look properly at the shadowsinger’s face when she felt a hand around her throat, making her gasp for air. Her feet weren’t touching the floor anymore and she closed her hands around Azriel’s forearm, and suddenly it was that first day all over again. Azriel seemed to remember that, too, because he let her go and grabbed her arms instead.

They looked into each other’s eyes, both panting thanks to all the running. Fiadh closed her mouth and swallowed, and it was like something gripped her heart. She felt her cheeks burning as her heart started to pick up pace, pumping into her ribcage with force. What was this? Azriel’s eyes widened, was he realizing what was going on with her?

Only Azriel’s heart was doing the same, beating rapidly. He felt his throat tighten, and he swallowed hard, trying not to choke. They both stayed there, Azriel’s hands holding her upright, their hearts beating at the same time, not saying a word. Azriel ordered his body to move, but he just couldn’t get away. He couldn’t let go of her, because he wanted to touch her. Realization hit him like a truck and he suddenly felt sick.

“Fiadh, I thought we were making improvements.” Rhysand’s voice startled them, and Azriel was finally able to let her go. “But I see you’re still trying to run.”

Azriel kept his eyes down and he was expecting her to say something, to retort back with a sassy remark. But she didn’t. Fiadh stayed quiet, her eyes lost, like she was thinking about something else.

“There’s a room for you, if you want to be more comfortable. You can run as much as you want, but you can’t leave unless you can fly, so… I think it’s okay to keep you up here. It’s not our thing to keep prisoners, I can assure you that.” Rhysand gave her a smile. “Come, I’ll show you.” To Azriel’s surprise, Fiadh obeyed, following Rhysand out of the living room and towards the rooms.

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When his brother came back, without Fiadh, Azriel was still in the same position. He finally lifted his eyes to look at his High Lord.

“She’s my mate, Rhys.”

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Prisoner - Chapter 3 (Azriel x OC)

Helloooo! Chapter 3:) hope you like it!

Warnings: none, really.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Fiadh’s eyes pried open slowly, her head pounding so hard even the little light in the room made her close her eyes right back up. A grunt escaped her lips and she hanged her head. She could smell the dried blood on her leg, but she was pretty sure that the cut was almost healed. She wasn’t in a chair, but standing in the middle of a dark room, only lit by the light coming through a small window. Her wrists hurt and she felt like her shoulders were almost strained with her weight, since she was only on her tiptoes and her calves were cramping. A door opened and Fiadh’s head moved again, her neck stiff.

Rhysand entered the room again, his power filling every corner. But he wasn’t alone, a small female with grey eyes followed him, eyeing Fiadh with clear disdain written on her eyes. Azriel was the last one in, his expression telling her that he was still pissed. Good.

“Fiadh” Rhysand’s voice was almost gentle. “Hope you’re finding your new bedchamber comfortable.”

“I wouldn’t call this comfortable.” Fiadh spoke through her teeth. “But thanks for the change, it is better than rotting underneath the mountain.”

“Enough.” The little female spoke, her tone fed up. Fiadh had heard of her, Rhysand’s second. Amren. “You’re a shadowsinger? How is it possible that we hadn’t heard from you, girl?”

“Maybe your spymaster isn’t as good as you all think he is.” Fiadh gave them a sweet smile.

“Maybe I could kill you and be done with it.” Azriel’s voice was deep, almost like a growl.

Fiadh held his stare, but she could see from the corner of her eye Rhysand turning to look at Azriel. A muscle ticked in Azriel’s jaw and Fiadh knew that she had gotten underneath his skin, so she dug a little deeper.

“You should leave the negotiations to the grown-ups, clearly you’re only good enough for the torturing part, brute.” Fiadh spit the last word, disdain covering her beautiful face.

But Azriel only squared her shoulders, giving her a smirk that made her see red. She had heard about his character, he was calm, always collected. He didn’t lose his temper and he wasn’t about to start now, she realized.

“Why did Hybern keep you hidden?” Rhysand spoke again.

“I never asked.” Fiadh looked into his violet eyes.

That was true. The King had kept her hidden for years, only letting her go to some missions with the instructions that she must never be seen. She was always lurking in the shadows, listening to conversations, but that was it. She had begged him to let her go to battle. Blaine had taught her well, but the King never budged. Blaine… Was he looking for her? She had never wanted to see him so badly until now.

“Who’s Blaine?” Rhysand’s voice took her out of her thoughts. “That’s your new leader? Hybern’s replacement?”

Fiadh clenched her jaw, realizing that she had been so unaware the wall of shadows protecting her mind had slipped.

“Typical High Lord, feeling so entitled that he thinks he can take a look into anyone’s mind.” Fiadh was trying hard to keep the shadows at bay, but she could see Azriel’s own shadows coming towards her slowly.

“I feel entitled to look into your mind when you’re a threat to my family and Kingdom, yes. I’m not going to apologize for that. Is Blaine the new leader?”

“There’s no new leader.” Not entirely true, but not exactly a lie.

Blaine was the one who was running everything, but he was not a leader. At least not as the King had been. But now Hybern was in shambles and they needed to get stronger. And now that Fiadh was captured, they needed to do it fast. Dread filled her stomach. She knew it had been a mistake, coming here, being so imprudent and getting caught. But she had wanted to visit the Courts, see if she could get valuable information and, against Blaine’s orders, she had come to the Night Court. She wasn’t sure why she decided to start here, on the most dreaded territory, with the most powerful High Lord. The Court that had slayed Hybern’s head and defeated its army. But something had called her here, she still didn’t know what, exactly.

“Where do your powers come from?” It was Amren’s turn to speak.

“I don’t know.” Fiadh looked into her eyes, let her see she wasn’t lying about this. “My adoptive parents died when I was a child and I never knew my real parents.”

“You can will shadows and winnow?” Amren eyed her carefully.

“Yes. I am a shadowsinger.”

Rhysand looked into her eyes and, suddenly, Amren and Azriel left the room. A second later, the shackles holding Fiadh up vanished and she fell to the floor, her knees cracking as her hands touched the ground. A cup of water appeared next to her and she didn’t even think twice before gulping it down. It refilled and she drank again.

“I have no interest in torturing you.” Fiadh looked up at Rhysand. “Whatever Hybern is planning, we will know. And we will defeat you again when the time comes.”

A plate with a loaf of bread and some cheese appeared next to the empty cup. Fiadh started eagerly eating, suppressing her moan when she tasted the food.

“But I think another shadowsinger may come in handy.” Fiadh stopped chewing, looking up at Rhysand. “You better start proving your potential.”

“I won’t work for you.”

“You won’t work for me. You’ll work for Azriel.”

“I won’t work for The Night Court.” Fiadh’s eyes were full of anger. She wasn’t becoming Rhysand’s little spy.

“Trust me, I’m not especially happy about this. But your powers are something that we need. The world is changing, there’s more enemies. Information is key.” Rhysand smiled at her. “So you’ll help Azriel. We could use another shadowsinger.”

“What makes you think I’ll help you?”

“You can either do that, or stay here and rot. No water, no food. See how that goes.”

“You’re threatening to kill me if I don’t help you?”

“I know what you think about me, that I am a monster with no feelings. I’m just playing the part.” Rhysand shrugged his shoulders. “I could have easily killed you. I’m deciding to give you an opportunity. How you use it depends on you.”

“So honorable.” Fiadh rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll come around.” Rhysand turned around, ready to leave. He looked over his shoulder at her before closing the door. “Welcome to the Night Court, Fiadh. You’ll feel like home in no time.”

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Prisoner - Azriel x OC - Chapter 2

Hello!:) Chapter 2 of Prisoner. If you want to read the first part, here it is. Thanks!!! Enjoy:)

Warnings: a lil bit of torture, a lil bit of flirting.

“How is it possible that the Hewn City soldiers came to me saying that someone from Hybern had tried to steal some of the family heirlooms?” Azriel flipped his dagger in between his thumb and forefinger, a playful tone to his voice. “I thought we killed all of you.”

“You thought wrong.” Fiadh looked into his eyes, reminding herself to stay as calm as possible. The king himself had made sure that she wouldn’t break if she ever was captured.

Azriel kneeled in front of her, putting himself at eye-level. Fiadh studied his face. He was a handsome male, she’d give him that. His syphons casted a blue glow, making his cheekbones stand out. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the darkness of the cell and Fiadh’s hand twitched behind her back. For a second, she wanted to touch his face, run her finger across his hard jawline. Something nasty bloomed on her chest, had they given something to her that was fucking with her brain?

She knew that the tonic she was forced to drank when she arrived at the cell was to keep whatever powers she had at bay. But she could feel a buzz all over her body, and she knew that, if she wanted, she could make Azriel’s shadows turn against their master.

“Why did you try to steal the heirlooms?” Azriel pressed the tip of his dagger into Fiadh’s thigh.

“I was bored.” Fiadh shrugged one shoulder, giving Azriel a taunting smile.

“You think this is a joke? Maybe I should go, leave you here for a week, no food, no water. I’m sure you’ll be more than willing to cooperate after that.”

“And leave me without your amazing company? Oh, no!” Fiadh said dramatically, watching Azriel’s expression turn hard. Good. If he was pissed, he was more prone to get distracted enough for her to strike.

Azriel looked down just for a second, and when his eyes landed on her again, his expression was different. Something dark crossed his eyes and his mouth turned up into a cruel smirk, like he was ready to eat her whole. Fiadh would have swallowed if her mouth hadn’t been so dry.

“Are you enjoying my company?” His voice was low, almost sounding like a growl and Fiadh’s hands curled into fists.

She forced her breath to stay normal, focused on not getting too nervous. If her heart started pounding too fast, he would notice. She curved her lips into a smirk similar to Azriel’s.

“I enjoy the sight of you kneeling in front of me.” Azriel’s eyes widened just for a second at her response and she knew that she got him.

But before she could say anything else, Azriel’s dagger moved across her thigh, cutting her pants and the skin below. Fiadh let out a growl, cursing the male in front of her. She doubled over, sensing Azriel getting up. A shadow was curling on her left ankle, it was the perfect opportunity. Fiadh stayed doubled over, blocking out the pain from her leg as she concentrated and brought her power to the surface. She commanded the shadow slowly, her eyes fixed on the dark mist, making it snake in between the rope and her skin, breaking strand by strand of the cord. When her left ankle was free, she quickly commanded the one on her right to do the same, making the shadows spread to both her feet to cover what she had done.

She could feel her excitement bubbling up, she could do this. She straightened her back, a pained expression returning to her face. Blood was pouring down her leg, Azriel no longer in front of her. But he still was in the room. Fiadh could feel it, feel him, looming over.

Suddenly, she felt her head jerking back, Azriel’s hand holding her hair in a tight fist, her scalp burning from the hard tug.

“I would love to play with a little thing like you.” Fiadh felt his breath fanning over her face. “But I don’t have the time.”

His right hand came up, the cold blade of the dagger resting against Fiadh’s neck. She widened her eyes, her pulse now picking up pace. No, no, no. She had to think fast or the Shadowsinger would kill her. She closed her eyes, forcing all her power to come out. She could feel her body tingling with anticipation, and as the dagger dug just enough for a trickle of blood to slide across her neck, she exploded.

A wall of shadows burst out, sending Azriel toppling backwards. Fiadh stood up, her feet free and commanding her own shadows, she broke the rope holding her wrists. Azriel’s dagger lay next to her and she picked it up, turning around just to see the spy master standing up, looking at her like he really was going to kill her now. Before she could turn around and run for her life, Azriel spread his wings and flew to her, so fast she didn’t have time to process what was going on.

The next thing Fiadh knew was her body being thrown against the wall, Azriel’s hand on her neck, squishing the air out of her lungs. Fiadh gasped, the dagger falling to the ground as her hands rose to hold Azriel’s forearm, her nails digging into his skin.

“What are you?” She didn’t know if Azriel looked more pissed or surprised at her as he whispered the words.

Azriel’s hand tightened. It was becoming difficult to breath and Fiadh’s visions started to blur. She could see black dots on her eyes and her pulse was becoming erratic, her neck vein throbbing under Azriel’s hand. Fiadh dug her nails harder into Azriel, but the Shadowsinger didn’t even twitch. Tendrils of black smoke started coming out of her fingertips, surrounding Azriel’s arm, the spy looking at them as if he had never seen a shadow before. Ironic.

But he took his hand back, Fiadh crashing on the floor, coughing and panting. He was stunned, so Fiadh took advantage of his astonishment to regain her footing, punching him in the gut and running to the cell’s door. She opened it, the iron knob banging against the stone wall and tried to run, only to violently crash against another wall. She landed on her ass, grunting. Her thigh was throbbing from the slice Azriel had made and her head was pounding, her whole body telling her to rest. But the adrenaline was high and she knew she needed to get out quickly. She looked up, only to be met with a pair of violet eyes. She was royally fucked, she knew, as she stared into the eyes of the High Lord of the Night Court.

“Hello, Fiadh.” Rhysand’s voice was deep as he looked at her. How the fuck did he know her name?

She stayed quiet, building a wall of shadows in her mind to avoid the High Lord from taking a peek. She moved slowly, helping herself with her hands to try and get up. She suppressed a grunt, her body sore and in pain. Before she could get any further, she was hauled up by her armpits, coming to a standing position quickly. Azriel make quick work of putting her hands behind her back, pinning them with one hand while his other came to her neck, the blade once more resting just above where her pulse fluttered.

“Put on a little show like that again and I won’t hesitate to slay your throat.” Azriel rumbled low into her ear and Fiadh struggled against his hand holding her wrists, to no use.

“What are you?” Rhysand spoke again, the cell filling with so much power it was almost unbearable.

“How come you know about me?” Fiadh challenged the High Lord.

“You don’t get to ask questions.” Azriel growled again, pressing his blade harder into Fiadh’s skin, making her hiss.

“I’ve only heard legends about you. Hybern’s shadowsinger, never thought it was true. But you’re here now, so I guess I was wrong.” Rhysand smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Fiadh was nervous now. She had heard many things of Rhysand, not one single one of them good. He was evil, greedy for power. All in all, he was not so different from the King of Hybern, Fiadh thought. But only one of them could stand, the world could not deal with so many hungry power males. Rhysand was the one who won at the end, at least he won the first round. But now she was free, and she wanted to end him. End every single one of the High Lords. Not for revenge, but because she wanted a free world. Free from tyranny, free from unfair hierarchies. She would start with the worst of them: Rhysand. Maybe that hadn’t been her best idea. But something deep inside her told her to come to the Night Court first. She knew that there was something waiting for her here.

But as she looked into Rhysand’s eyes, feeling the body heat of Azriel right behind her, she wasn’t so sure of anything good coming from this situation. The High Lord finally looked away from her, only to land his eyes right above her head.

“Bring her up. I have more questions for her and it fucking reeks in here.” Without another word, Rhysand disappeared.

“Up? Where?” Fiadh asked, even though she didn’t expect Azriel to answer her. She could feel the anger radiating from his body.

Azriel lowered the dagger and he turned her around, bringing her hands to the front. He tied them together, tightening the rope to the point of pain. He smiled, satisfaction etching across his face at her whimper. Fiadh straightened her back. Proud asshole.

“That’s what you love to do, don’t you? Tie up pretty girls? Kinky.” A sarcastic smirk covered her mouth as Azriel looked into her eyes. Something sparked there, like he was seeing a good challenge unfold.

“That’s just one of the many things I love to do, yes.” Azriel’s voice was again low, and the anger seemed to not be there anymore, replaced by a curiosity on his eyes. “But you said it yourself. I only love to do it to the pretty ones.”

Fiadh narrowed his eyes, opening her mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, but he suddenly grabbed the back of her knees, his other arm snaking across her back, as Fiadh let out a small scream.

“Now, shut up already.” Azriel gave her a saccharine smile.

Before Fiadh knew what was happening, they were travelling across shadows and stars, winnowing. And all of a sudden, they were falling down the sky. Fiadh screamed, feeling her stomach drop. Azriel tightened his hold on her as he spread out his enormous wings and started flapping them. They were flying and Fiadh was about to lose her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to stay as still as possible. But she could feel the wind against her, the sound of his wings moving and her reflexes made her hands grab the collar of his shirt, her fists bunching up the fabric and her face snuggled on the crook of his neck.

She felt Azriel’s feet landing and the male basically threw her onto her feet. Fiadh stumbled, trying to regain her breathing and not throw up. She looked around, they were on a big terrace and, right in front of her, a big house, practically a castle, stood up.

“Where are we?” Fiadh asked as she panted.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She heard Azriel’s voice behind her, taunting her.

And before she could muster up an answer, she felt a jab on the side of her head. Her body fell to the side as everything turned black.

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Prisoner - Azriel x OC reader

Hello:) just a lil something that I came up with and was dying to explore the idea. Also sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Of course this is just part 1, if you like it, there will be more to come! Thanks!!! Enjoy!<3

Warnings: mentions of torture (nothing too graphic), reader is the villain (kinda). Her name is pronounced Fee-ah, btw:)

Fiadh's eyes pried open, her eyelids feeling heavy even though she was just waking up from a pain induced rest. She blinked slowly, tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry, her tongue sticking to its roof.

Her head was pounding, her shoulders sore from her hands being tied up at her back for so long. She was covered in her own blood, her body full of cuts that could not kill her, but hurt like hell. She tried to move and a groan escaped her crusty lips.

Looking around, she was still in the old, smelly and dark cell that she had been thrown in when the guard brought her. The dungeons of the Hewn City. Fucking perfect.

She knew that coming to the Night Court was risky. She was one of Hybern's spy, after all. And now the king was dead, but his spirit remained. His second in command, Blaine, was now their leader. An organization, a regroupment of all of what was left of Hybern's armies, in the dark. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to wipe Prythian, and all the greedy High Lords and their courts, from the map.

Blaine had told her not to come here, had told her that it was too risky, too dangerous. But Fiadh had been locked up for so long, she was eager to go into the world. She knew her power was rare, there was only one other male in Prythian like her. And the king knew that too, locked her up because of it.

"You have to be careful, Shadowsinger. People would kill if you they knew." That's the last thing the king said to her, before going to the battle. Before having his head severed from his body.

But he was no longer around and Fiadh wanted to put all those training hours to good use. She wanted to be a warrior. And now she was a prisoner. Fucking dumb. She had been so fucking dumb and reckless... She hadn't even thought twice about coming to Hewn City. Hadn't even thought about the tattoo in her forearm, a circle with a cross, the mark of Hybern's soldiers. And now they knew.

She felt her heart rate rising and she tried to calm her raging thoughts. She was a spy, a good one, and she had been captured many times in her 354 years of life. She could do this.

The door to her cell opened and Fiadh braced herself for the pain that was to come. She didn't even know what time it was, how many days had she been in here. She felt dirty, her braid was practically undone, her hair mated and sticking to her forehead, and her clothes were clinging to her skin due to all the blood that was covering her body.

She heard footsteps and then silence. Darkness seemed to reach every corner of the room and her skin erupted in goosebumps. She could feel a power so rough, so dangerous, she couldn't help but shiver. Something slithered up her leg. She looked down and had to suppress a gasp. A shadow was coming up her thigh, then her hip, going to her back until it was tangled in her messy hair, tugging at it, making Fiadh lift her chin, whether she wanted to or not.

Hazel eyes met her own and she recognized the giant of a male that was standing right in front of her. Black dagger in hand, blue syphons glinting in the darkness, wings tucked in and what looked like a million shadows hovering over him. The Shadowsinger. The only male in Prythian that was like her.

"Look at what the tide brought in..." Azriel's voice was low, a feline smirk on his lips. "I'm dying to get to know all your secrets."

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I love them so much😭

Nesta rolled her eyes and the gesture was so normal that Cassian's smile became more genuine, edged now with relief.

You wear your heart for all to see, brother, Rhys said without turning Cassian's way.

Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.

—ACOSF, ch. 37

#nessian #acosf #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar

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Dancing around - Azriel x reader

I'll never get over the fact that Nesta and Az danced together in Hewn City which means that it is canon that Az actually knows how to dance so... here goes nothing:) Also took some things from scenes in ACOSF and changed it up a bit!:) enjoy<3

Warnings: no actual smut but a lot of smutty talking and thoughts.

"You don't have to do anything you don't wish to. But Elain mentioned that you have particular skill on the dance floor. Skill that once won you the hand of a duke in a single waltz." Rhys said as his eyes fixed upon Nesta.

Yes, sending her to dance with Eris was risky. But they didn't really have more options right now. Cassian wasn't looking too happy about that.

"Over my dead fucking body" He exploded. "Why can't (Y/N) do it?! She's a good fucking dancer, that's for sure."

"Thanks for the compliment, Cass." You smiled at him, his eyes full of hope for you to take his side. "But I'm with Rhys on this one. If I thought it was going to work I would do it, trust me... But Eris has known me for years, he knows I despise him. He's not going to buy the act and you know it. Plus, it will be fun to see Nesta toying with him." You gave her a wink while Cassian groaned.

"You want me to dance with Eris?" Nesta looked at you, but it was Rhys who answered.

"I want you to seduce him. Not into bed, but to make him realize what he might attain once he understands that we have no plans to break this alliance. To weigh the benefits more strongly than the risks."

"I'm sure you will do just fine, Nesta. I can show you all the dances so that you'll be prepared." You looked at her with bright eyes. Dancing lessons, always so fun.

"Nesta hasn't agreed to anything." Cassian snapped. "Even one dance with that prick is too much-"

"I'll do it." Nesta cut in, looking at you.

"Good" You smirked at her. "We start tomorrow."

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The Winter Solstice celebration was in full swing, people drinking and dancing to the beautiful music. With Rhysand and Feyre in the throne, you were sandwiched between Cassian and Azriel, the former glaring daggers at Eris' back while he danced with Nesta and the latter monitoring everything, his left wing resting lightly on your back.

"Fuck." Cassian growled. "I can't stand and watch this." He stormed off towards Mor, who was hiding behind a pillar on the other side of the throne.

"How long do you think will take them to realize?" A slow smile crept on your lips as you looked at Az.

"Realize what, Azriel?" Your innocent eyes met his cold stare. Everyone knew that they were mates. Everyone but Cassian and Nesta, apparently. And Eris, luckily.

"You look beautiful, (Y/N)." The sudden change of subject almost gave you whiplash. "As always."

His eyes roamed down your body, covered in a Night Court black dress that hugged every curve of your body. A small strip went around your neck and back, securing two pieces of fabric covering your breasts diagonally, forming a triangle that showed the tan skin of your torso, from the middle of your breasts until the top of your navel. A tight skirt was attached to it and your back was left exposed, your hair tied up in a tight ponytail that flowed down to the top of your ass. It seemed like time had stopped while Azriel's eyes covered your entire body. Finally returning to your face, his stare found your eyes and suddenly you felt a blush staining your cheeks.

"Uh..." You coughed, trying not to think too much about that stare. "Thanks, Az. You cleaned up nice, too." Winking at him, you turned to look straight once again.

Cleaning up nice wasn't enough to describe him. Az was... Az. His eyes, his body, his hair... All of him made you think the dirtiest thoughts ever. Like how his lips would feel against your skin, how having him look at you with that intensity in his eyes would feel while he was moving inside of you- Stop.

You needed to stop. You coughed again and felt Azriel looking at you again, a smirk covering his lips. Okey, maybe your smell had given away what your thoughts had been about, but he didn't know that you were thinking about him, did he?

Before you could overreact, he leaned towards you, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. You could feel goosebumps erupt all over your skin as he whispered. "Would you like to dance with me?"

You turned, your faces so close that your noses were almost touching, and you could see the amusement glinting in his eyes. Without breaking the eye contact, he lifted a hand in between your bodies and you took it, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

"Sure, Az." Your voice was higher than you'd intended, but still you plastered a cool smile on your face and lead the way to the dance floor.

A new song began just as you were settling down in a circle of couples. You could spy a glint of red hair on your peripheral vision, and you knew that Eris and Nesta were still going. Good. She seemed like she was having fun, after all.

The music began and both of you bowed, presenting yourselves to one another. He offered one of his hands and you gladly took it, taking one step closer to him. His other hand snaked across your waist and settled on your back. It was cold compared to your burning skin, and you could feel a shiver running up your back. Trying to suppress it, you forced yourself to look up at Azriel, a small sigh leaving your lips.

He was handsome, beautiful. The kind of person who turned heads wherever he went. A small pang of jealousy filled your chest at that thought and you shoved it down. It was ridiculous. You and Az were nothing, even though your chemistry was something else, that was for sure.

Azriel began moving, leading both of you graciously across the dance floor.

"I'm always surprised to see how good of a dancer you are." You were looking at his shoulder, trying to calm down the raging fire burning your insides.

"You'll be surprised to know how good I am at many things, (Y/N)." You could feel his smile as he said the words, and it was clear that he was aware of your body. Of the goosebumps, of your galloping heart and of the sweet, imperceptible to everyone but him smell of your arousal.

You tilted your head back, looking him in the eye, and the color stained your cheeks as you already found him looking at you. And then you felt it too. His slightly dilated pupils, his tongue swipping on his bottom lip and... His smell. It was just a slight change, you wouldn't even have noticed it if it weren't for the way he was looking at you. But there it was. Something muskier, rougher. Darker.

"You could show me, you know." The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

You were always teasing Azriel, making jokes, giving him shit for always being so mysterious. But this felt different. It seemed like the whole room vanished and you were the only ones dancing around. His hand tightened on our back, bringing your body impossibly closer to him. You could feel his heart through your own chest, and a knowing smirk creeped over your face as you realized that it was beating as fast as yours. Azriel leaned once more, his mouth caressing your ear.

"I've been waiting to show you for a long, long time, (Y/N)." His voice was deeper, and you had a hard time suppressing a moan.

He moved away and you almost whined until you realized that the dance was over. You were about to grab his hand again and demand to know more about what he just said when Cassian appeared.

"Az, I need you to go dance with Nesta, please." He signaled with his head towards the throne. "Eris is talking with Rhys and I need to know what's going on."

"Sure, brother."

Cassian sprinted towards Mor once more and you were observing your High Lord and High Lady. Rhys wore a cool smile, just like Feyre, but you could sense the worry in her eyes. You didn't even see Azriel moving until the front of his body was flushed against your back, his hands possessively gripping your hips.

"Tonight is the night I'll show you everything that I'm good at." He lowered his head, pressing a quick kiss just below your ear. "And I'll show you everything I've been dying to do to you."

Your eyes almost rolled back into your head and you were about to become jelly in his hands, but you managed to turn around quickly, grabbing one of his hands before he could slip away.

"Make it a promise, Shadowsinger."

Azriel smiled and winked at you, before he went to find Nesta as the next dance began.

#Azriel #Acotar #acosf #azriel x reader #nessian #nesta archeron #acotar x reader #bat boys #rhys acotar #feyre archeron #azriel fanfic

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Do people know... that you can both love Rhys AND Nesta? I love my girl Nes AND I go feral over my High Lord. And tbh i love their bickering and fighting. I was actually so glad to see that they were still not friends in that bonus chapter, sorry not sorry

#rhys acotar #rhysand #acotar #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #pro nesta #pro rhysand

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Put some respect on Bryce's name! (HOFAS SPOILERS)

I've been reading so many things about Bryce and Hunt and their relationship... I'm done! Put some respect on them (specially on my girl bryce) names!

Bryce isn't a red flag or the bad guy for what she said to Hunt, c'mon... In this essay:

Let's start from the beginning. Bryce is someone with a strong character, plus she's what? 24? 25? She's young as fuck, specially compared to Hunt and the others, who are like hundreds of years old. Pluuuus, she's in her first serious relationship, Hunt is her first love, she's learning to navigate the ups and downs of a new relationship.

On top of all that, she's found herself in this situation that she never asked for, being theia's successor and having the starborn light AND the horn. She's been having traumatic experiences for months in a row, it's a miracle she hasn't lost her head completely.

She was giving her all and she just wanted Hunt to do the same. I feel that she understood his trauma, but she couldn't understand why he would throw all that away and get scared so far into the mess. There was no way out already and Bryce was okay with going forward and risking her life, she just wanted for him to feel that way, too. And I agree with you all that expecting that from someone with so much trauma as Hunt is selfish, she was being selfish, but she was also in a hard as fuck position.

Which brings me here. They were at war!!! Emotions were constantly high!!!!! We say things we do not mean in those situations. Bryce understood that and apologized to Hunt, she gave him space and she let him know that she was by his side all the time.

They have the most beautiful connection, they constantly remind the other how much they love them and they are always willing to go to the end for one another. To me, they are one of the most beautiful couples and I love them. I feel like their relationship is so mature and forgiving. It feels like a real relationship, and i love that.

#hofas #cc #cc3 #cc3 hofas #cc3 spoilers #hofas spoilers #bryce quinlan #bryce x hunt #hunt athalar #hunt x bryce #crescent city #crescent city 3

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Driver’s License - c.b.

Of course i needed to write something inspired in driver’s license cause i can’t stop thinking about it! Hope you enjoy xx

Colby Brock x reader

Warnings: angst, sad

I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

To finally drive up to your house

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

You still remember the day you met Colby. It was spring and the sun was shining bright. You were having a very nice day, until your best friend convinced you to drive her car, even though you didn’t have your driver's license yet.

“C’mon, just to practice!”

You agreed. Dumb decision. You were doing fine until, accidentally, you crashed into another car. A red, old toyota. Both you and your best friend were okay, it was a very small crash, a little bump on the side. Neither one of you knew what to do and then someone knocked on your window. You completely froze when you saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes staring at you angrily. Long story short, you ended up crying your ass off begging him not to call the police because you were driving without a license. He seemed angry at first, but surprisingly he agreed not to call the police on you and just asked you one thing in return for your accident: your number.

One month later, Colby and you were dating and were the happiest couple. You never got your driver's license. You don’t remember when things started to go wrong, you just remember how Colby started to avoid you. He didn’t call, didn’t text. You finally confronted him, asked him if he was cheating and he completely denied it. But he said he needed some time. He promised you two would get back together, because he loved you. But he said he needed to get off his mind and put his priorities in order. It hurted like hell. But you accepted, cause you were going to be back together, right?

After nine months of love, you’re alone in your room. You finally got your driver’s license and you immediately thought about him. Colby used to tease you all the time and now he wasn’t around anymore.

And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs

'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

You saw all the posts and stories on instagram. You saw Colby next to that blonde girl all the time. And it hurt to know that the girl you spent all your relationship worried about was where you used to be. You feel a pain in your chest just thinking about it, how his arms are hugging her, his lips are kissing her, his mouth is saying her name, his hands are holding her hands. You know you can’t blame her, but it is so difficult.

You try not to think about it too much, but social media keeps reminding you of the adventures they are living together. Your head tells you to stop looking and overthinking, tells you to stop loving him because he lied. But your heart just wishes for one more taste of his lips. And you know that you just can’t move on, not for now, cause the love you feel for him is just too much.

And I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

On your first date after the car accident, Colby took you to an amazing viewpoint where you could see all the silhouettes of the buildings in LA. It was beautiful, but you don’t remember the view that much. You just remember his blue eyes staring deeply in your soul and how much you wanted to kiss him, even though you didn’t know him that well. But you both wanted it so bad, it ended up happening. Things with Colby went so fast, it seemed unbelievable. But you felt like you had been friends for years.

It was impossible not to love him, even through your ups and downs. You fought, like all couples do. Especially because of the pressure of the fans, but you always got through it. Now you were completely broken, to the point that you even missed the fights. He seemed fine, at least that’s the image that you got from looking on his instagram.

You never told anyone, but the first day you got your driver’s license you drove up to his house at night. You cried until there were no tears left and then your heart turned black and cold, and even though you still loved him to death, you started to feel an anger towards him building inside of you.

He lied, he said he loved you, he said he would come back to you. The wind took the words away and he left you alone.

And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs

And pictured I was driving home to you

You still talked to Sam sometimes, but you started to lose the relationship with him too. Katrina would still check up on you sometimes and you tried to not make it super obvious how much you wanted to know about Colby, but she knew. You could feel how sorry she felt for you and how bad she didn’t want you to ask for him, but it seemed like the only thing you could talk about was Colby. He was not your business, and both you and Kat knew that. Still, she always tried to be nice, she told you how she thought he was super sad. But deep down, you knew it was a lie to make you feel better.

And I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

You knew too well. He was enjoying life with that blonde girl. He was happy without you and that was what hurt the most. You tried so hard to hate him, but it was impossible. Your heart belonged to him, it had his name tattooed with fire.

You wanted to reverse the situation and you went on dates with other guys. But you couldn’t stop comparing them to Colby, searching for all the flaws they had that Colby didn’t, thinking about how Colby did everything better. You felt like you were going crazy, that you would never get over him, so you unfollowed him on instagram and twitter, you removed his number from your phone and all your photos together. You threw away every little thing that reminded you of him in your house and you decided to start a new life.

Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fucking love you, babe

It had been five months since Colby asked you to give him some time. You knew he was a 100% with the blonde girl and you still had a hard time understanding how he could do it so fast. For the first time in those five months, you decided to go to this little grocery shop where they sold italian products that you always used to go to together.

You just wanted to make a good pizza, but the universe had other plans for you, because while you were looking for your favourite type of cheese, a familiar voice called your name. You froze in the spot, you recognized it immediately. The voice called your name again and you turned around. There he was, standing right in front of you with a shy smile and his damned blue eyes staring deep into your soul.

“(Y/N), hi. It’s been quite some time.” His voice sounded the same and you couldn’t avoid the butterflies you felt on your stomach.

“Hey, Colby.” Your voice sounded more high pitched than how you’d like.

“You look good”. Your cheeks turned red when the word left his mouth and he smirked.

“You too.” An awkward silence arose between the two of you. “I’ve gotta go.”

You tried to walk away but his hand grabbed your arm and you turned to look at him surprised.

“I’m sorry” He blurted out the words without thinking.

You looked down, your eyes filling with water. Taking a deep breath, you looked back at him, holding onto your strength.

“Me too, Colby.” It physically pained you to say his name again and you could see the sadness in his eyes, too.

You tried to run away, but his hand was still holding your arm. You mentally kicked yourself for coming here, you should have stayed home and ordered a pizza. It would have been way better than this. You tried to speak again, but suddenly you felt a pair of lips on yours. You were surprised at first, but the feeling was so familiar that you couldn’t help melt into the kiss.

After five months, feeling Colby’s hands on your body felt heavenly. He kissed every inch of your skin and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. The feeling of him on top of you, the feeling of him inside of you, felt so good that it was almost like a dream. You went to sleep with his arms around you, hugging you tightly, and it felt like home.

You woke up alone. At first you thought it was impossible. You could still smell his cologne, but his side of the bed was cold. You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. Of course this was going to happen, of course he saw the opportunity to fuck you and used you. You ended up spending the whole day crying in your bed, the feeling of his hands caressing you still present.

He lied to you twice. He saw that you were vulnerable and took advantage of that. He said how much he’d miss you, how much he’d wanted you and then he left without saying anything. And after all that, you still loved him.

Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic

We're laughing over all the noise

God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fucking love you, babe

It had been one month since that night. You cut off everyone that had to do something with Colby from your life, even Kat. It hurt you, but you knew you needed to do it. Now you were okay. At least better. A part of you still loved him, but everyday a little less.

You were aware that Kat tried to get in contact with you, but you never responded. And you knew that eventually she would understand. She sent you direct messages in all your social media begging to answer her calls, to talk to her. One night you did.

“(Y/N)? Omg, finally!! I missed you, i’m so sorry”. Kat sounded desperate.

“Kat, it’s okay. I’m sorry I cut you off… I just needed some time.”

“I completely get that, just please don’t do it again.” You laughed at her words. “(Y/N)... I actually wanted to call you because I’m worried. Sam is too.” You did not respond, you already knew who she was talking about.

There were some seconds of silence and Kat took that as a sign to keep speaking.

“It’s Colby.” Well, duh. “We’re worried about him. You saw him, right? Like a month ago?”

“Yes” Your voice was quiet, but Kat could hear you perfectly.

“I knew it. Look, I don’t know what happened, but I can imagine. He’s been a mess ever since. Sam told me that he came home at like seven in the morning and immediately sent a text to…” Kat stopped.

“You can say it.”

“To her girlfriend at the time.” You felt your chest tighten but you ignored it. “He broke up with her. I think it was because whatever happened with you that night. The thing is that he has spent most of the last month alone in his room. When he’s out he’s always drunk and he’s not taking anything seriously. Not even his job, (Y/N). We’re worried about him.”

“Kat, I… I understand that you’re worried, but that’s not my business anymore. He lied to me, he used me and then he never talked to me again. I get it, he’s having a hard time. But I’ve been suffering because of him during all these past months. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do anything about it. I’m sorry, Kat.”

Before she could say another word, you hung up.

I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

You couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation with Kat. It had been a month when she texted you inviting you over to a party. You declined the invitation, but she told you that Colby was much better and that he agreed on not even talking to you if you didn’t want to. You still said no. Kat begged you, she offered to be by your side during the whole night. She said she was missing you too much. Finally, you gave up.

When you arrived the party was already started, the music blasting and people dancing. Kat was waiting for you on the door, she grabbed you by the arm and she promised that she wouldn’t leave your side. You smiled politely and took the shot she offered you.

Hours passed by and you had to go to the bathroom. Sam offered you to go to the one in his room and you agreed. Going up the stairs the music turned lower and you breathed deeply, already kinda tired. You were about to go into Sam’s room when you heard the door behind you opening. You froze, what a surprise.

“(Y/N)?” That. fucking. voice.

You turned around with your best smile plastered on your face.

“Hello, Colby.”

“How are you?” You didn’t respond, the room filling with awkward silence, one more time. “I actually wanted to tell you that I’m really so-”

You cut him off.

“Save it, Colby.” He seemed surprised. “I’m done with your bullshit. In fact, I’m done with you. You hurt me and I’m just trying to heal and live my life. So please, leave me alone.” You tried to leave quickly.

“(Y/N), wait!” He grabbed your arm and you kept having flashbacks to the last time you found yourself in this position. “I’m sorry, okay. I know I fucked us up. But you can’t tell me that bullshit.” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

“C’mon, (Y/N).” His face was inches away from you and you could smell the alcohol on his mouth. “You’re really going to tell me that you didn’t come to this party expecting to bump into me? You’re going to tell me that right now you’re not dying to kiss me?”

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him badly. But that was not an option, not tonight.

“Fuck you, Colby.”

You slapped his hand away from your body and ran downstairs. You went to your car directly and drove home. You couldn’t help the tears coming down your face when you arrived home. He was an asshole, a liar and an egotistical fuck.

And the saddest thing was that you were still completely in love with him.

#colby #colby brock #colby brock x you #colby brock x reader #colby brock angst #Sam and Colby #snc #25x25 #colby brock imagine #colby brock imagines #imagine #imagines #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby imagines #angst imagine #angst imagines

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