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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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Love this, but the ending!!! Angst

Can I request a cardan x reader fic? Anything you want to write! Just gimmi my baby there isnt much of him on this app.🥺

Weeping heart

Summary: Y/n has seen cardan go through lovers like they're wrappers of chocolates. One in his hand before the previous is even in the dustbin.

Now he has found Jude, and she does not know what to do.

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A/n: anon thank you so much for this request! i love you so much for this. It was such a good writing exercise honestly. This is mainly pining, maybe angst.

Also, this marks the beginning of me writing for characters outside of the acotar universe, so I'm very excited

also I didnt tag anyone because the general taglist i have was for acotar.

(i might be down to write a part 2 👀)

(not proofread)

Enjoy!

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She bit her lip as she stared up at her best friend, trying to contain the smile that threatened to overtake her features.

"Let me see that smile, beautiful." He grinned lazily at her, his dark eyes twinkling under the rays of sunlight that penetrated the thick canopy of leaves above their head. They were currently seated under a weeping willow, hidden away from the whole world outside. Where only the two of them existed, and nothing else mattered.

The place was special to Y/n and Cardan. This was where the two of them would meet all the time, just the two of them, away from their friends and family. In here, they didn't have to pretend, didn't have to act like everything was okay. They could be themselves, and not care about getting hurt.

He leaned closer to her, searching her eyes, his eyes and features softer than Y/n had ever seen before.

"Shut up." She mumbled, but that action had her lips splitting into that smile she was trying so hard to supress.

His grin widened. "There we go."

His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb absently brushing her lower lip, his gaze following it with a hungry look. Then his eyes lifted to hers, a question in them.

She dipped her chin almost imperceptibly.

That was enough for him, and he leaned forward, his lips getting closer and closer to hers.

She let her eyes fall shut.

But the kiss never came.

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She opened her eyes, wondering why he hadn't yet kissed her, and found herself staring at the ceiling of her room.

She blinked blearily, wondering what the hell happened, and then she realised.

It had been a dream.

She closed her eyes again, heaving a sigh as she willed herself to go back to sleep, back to that dream, hoping he'd kiss her before she woke up again.

Of course, that was very nearly impossible.

Because someone decided in that moment that it would be a good idea to knock on her door.

She was certain she knew who it was.

Still she called out, demanding the identity of the knocker.

The answer was immediate. Cardan.

She groaned lowly, dragging her hands down her face.

He didn't wait for her to let him in. The permission wasn't ever needed between the two. That hadn't changed. Yet.

The next moment, he had barged in through the doors, a grin on his stupid face.

She sat up, trying to look anywhere but his face. Heavy emphasis on trying.

"Y/n, guess what happened."

"I am not in the mood, Cardan."

She winced internally. She was being cruel. He had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault he didn't know of her feelings. She had no right to be rude to him, especially when he was so excited about something.

He wasn't bothered by her lack of enthusiasm. He simply plopped down on her bed as she climbed out of it, getting ready for the day as he launched into a story of how after last night's revel, Jude had told him to wait in their bedchambers while she walked into the closet, her skirts swishing around her legs.

How she had retuned without it.

Y/n tried not to pay attention to the details, but she couldn't help it. She had never been able to ignore what Cardan said, never been able to let anything he said go unheard. He had spent nearly all his years being unheard because no one considered him worthy of their time.

She had long ago decided that she was not going to be one of those people.

She heard everything, and her torturous brain created all the images Cardan's words conjured. Her traitor of a heart clenched, but she ignored it.

"That's great Cardan." She said when he finished speaking, and when she looked at him, he was practically glowing with happiness.

Y/n felt guilty for being jealous of the mortal who had everything Y/n ever wanted, but she couldn't bring herself to care when her heart was breaking into pieces everyday.

"It feels like I've waited for this an eternity. Never thought I would get to have Jude in my arms."

She gave him a smile. "I need to meet up with some generals this morning. I need to leave."

He nodded happily, straightening from where he'd been lying on her bed. She watched him walk out of her room, a knot forming in her throat, her resolve hardening.

She needed... she knew what she needed.

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Jude had her eyebrow raised, and it concerned Y/n how a mere mortal's judgement could make her nervous.

"Tell me again why you want to go on this mission?"

Y/n reigned in a frustrated sigh. "There is no real reason. I just wish to explore the Elfhame more."

The look Jude gave her told her she saw right through the act. But she didn't push the mater.

"There has been rumours of a rebellion on the other side of Elfhame. If you really want to go on this mission, then you need to know that this is an incredibly long and dangerous mission. You'll not only have to investigate the place, but also squash any hint of rebellion you find."

Y/n gave Jude a smile. "Sounds amazing."

"Sure it does." Jude's eyes narrowed as she continued. "If you need more time away to, as you say, to explore, then after you finish this quest, have a tour around Elfhame and meet up with people who have associated with Madoc before. Make sure they are not plotting something behind our backs."

Y/n dipped her chin in a nod. "When can I leave?"

"Before the week ends."

"So does that mean I can leave right now too?"

If possible, Jude's eyes narrowed further and she stood. At that moment, the door behind Y/n opened, and she stiffened as the smell of his perfume reached her.

"Y/n! I thought you were in the meeting with the generals. What are you doing here?"

Y/n smiled stiffly, turning to look at Cardan.

"I had something important to discuss with Jude." She gestured with her hand.

Cardan nodded, as if that was the most understandable thing in the world.

"What were you talking about?"

"Nothing-"

"She is leaving on a long mission-"

Jude and Y/n spoke up at the same time, and Y/n had to resist the urge to smack her forehead.

Cardan's head swung towards Y/n, and he stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.

Y/n turned to Jude, letting some of the fury at her secret being revealed show in her eyes. And then she smiled tightly. "Could you send that list of people and areas where the rebellion is rumoured to be to my room? I need to begin packing."

Jude's eyebrows were high, but she nodded. Y/n bowed, then turned on her heel and strode away, ignoring Cardan and the way he was trying to gain her attention.

As she left the room, she heard him following and calling for her, but she ignored that too.

Just the way she had always ignored her weeping heart, the one that beat solely for Cardan.

The one that was broken beyond repair now.

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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Hey guys ! I’ve been looking for a fic, I’m pretty sure it’s Azriel x reader but there’s a specific line I remember where they’re arguing and reader goes “you are not my mate because my mate wouldn’t treat me like this. If you want to see a real mate look in the other room because you aren’t it “ or something like that :) if anyone can help me find it that would be great !

#azriel x reader #azriel smut #azriel #acotar #azriel acotar #acotar fic

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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The way this ending made me all emotional… 🥹 read this series it you want to have a good emotional time 🫶

In Spite of Our Differences epilogue - Eris x Reader

Description: Eris never expected to have a mate. He never wanted one. When he discovers his mate is one of his mother's maids, he quickly sets in motion a plan to keep her safe. Warnings: sexual content (oral sex f!receiving, p in v penetration) Author's Notes: a fluffy & smutty epilogue to end this wild ride! I think we all deserve it! thank you so much for reading my loves and for coming on this journey with Eris, Lucien, and me! Word Count: approx. 2000 words

Eris’s POV:

As Eris pulled open the doors to your shared estate, the warm scent of cinnamon filled his lungs, caressing his body. He had spent the last two nights at the Forest House, catering to the whims of his father. As per usual, being in his father’s presence had Eris’s jaw aching, his body rife with tension. As soon as your body came into view, however, Eris felt that tension unravel, melting away.

“Hi,” you greeted, offering your mate a sweet smile. Eris didn’t know how he had managed to live so long without seeing you, without being near you, when a single smile on your lips seemed to soothe his aching body. Your presence lit his soul on fire. It kept his tired heart warm.

Eris had begun to take your presence for granted in the months since the two of you had moved into your estate in the Autumn Court. Since High Lord Helion had placed the shield around you, ensuring that Beron could never harm a hair on your pretty little head.

The estate you had selected was on the small side. It was quaint in comparison to the looming hallways of the Forest House, but Eris loved it with every ounce of his being. A perfect combination of beautiful woodwork and elegant gray stone, it was harmonious with the never-ending forests that surrounded it on all sides. Eris’s favorite part of the estate, however, was that every room smelled like you.

“You’ve been baking?” Eris asked. His amber eyes narrowed at the scene in front of him. You had been standing in the kitchen, clearly preparing something. What it was exactly, he couldn’t be sure.

“Are you going to interrogate me, Eris, or are you going to greet me with a proper kiss?”

Eris let out a chuckle, stepping closer to you as soon as the words fell off your lips. “I could never deny you a kiss, my little mate,” he murmured, tracing his nose across your cheekbone gently, memorizing the feeling of your skin.

His hands found your waist as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. Reverent, adoring.

“I’m glad you’re home,” you breathed, and Eris could feel your devotion through the bond. It grounded him, pulling him even closer to you.

“Me too,” Eris said without a thought. It was strange for him– to be so unguarded around another person. Not even as a child had Eris Vanserra been capable of being so vulnerable, so genuine around another. Beron had taught him early on that his emotions were to be hidden at all times, locked far, far away. With you, however, Eris felt his barriers lower. He let them.

For you, he let his mask come off.

“I went to the orchards today,” you told him after a moment of simply savoring the feeling of holding each other. Eris raised an eyebrow, encouraging you to continue. “The one you and Lucien used to go to as children.”

“I presume that is why it smells like cinnamon in here?” Eris hummed, smiling softly at the thought of you strolling through the orchard that had been one of Eris’s favorite hiding spots as a child. After the library, of course.

You nodded, gesturing your head towards the table where you had left two slices of apple pie. “Would you like to try it?”

Eris tilted his head to the side, running his tongue over his lip as he observed the two pieces of pie waiting on the table, his mind processing the information. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he turned his gaze back towards you, trying to temper his excitement.

“Did you make those yourself, fawn?” Eris asked, attempting to keep his voice steady. When you nodded, looking the portrait of bashfulness, Eris swallowed, unsure what to do.

“And you know what will happen if I eat that, right?” He continued. He gripped your chin lightly with one of his large hands, ensuring you met his eye.

You gazed into Eris’s golden eyes, offering him a soft smile, but Eris needed more. He needed verbal confirmation. He needed you to understand just how much this meant to him.

“I know exactly what it means, Eris,” you breathed, and Eris’s heart melted.

“And you’re sure?”

Your smile only widened. “Eris Vanserra, I have never been more certain about anything in my life. I want you. I want our bond. There is no one else I would rather be with.”

Eris leaned his forehead against yours, letting his eyes shutter closed for a moment as he breathed in your scent. He never wanted a mate, never asked for one, and yet, you had changed him. Irrevocably. As soon as he let you into his life, he should have known that it was only a matter of time until he fell madly in love with you.

Eris Vanserra had never wanted a mate before you, but now that he knew you, there was nothing he wanted more than you. Forever.

“I love you,” he breathed, not bothering to hide the weight of his emotions, the depth of his adoration.

“I love you too, Eris,” you replied easily, pressing a kiss to his lips.

As Eris took a bite of the pie you had baked, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Not as the bond between you hummed, intensifying with each bite.

When you both finally finished, placing your empty plates on the table, Eris couldn’t help but grin at you. Unlike his characteristic guarded smirk, the smile Eris offered you was open, fond. He brushed a piece of your hair out of your face, cupping your chin as heat mounted in his core.

“My mate,” he breathed as the lust began to take hold. Mating bonds were rare enough, but Eris knew what came next. He knew that it was only a matter of minutes before he would need to be inside you, before he would need to show you exactly how you owned his soul.

You smiled up at him, savoring the moment, the consolidation of your fated bond, before you pulled Eris towards you by his collar until his plush lips collided with yours.

“Fuck,” Eris growled against your lips. His hands wrapped around your body, claiming every ounce of you. You mewled as Eris groped the plush of your ass, dragging your body closer to his.

When your hips collided, dragging sinfully against each other, you both cried out, overwhelmed by the feeling.

Eris wasted no time in ripping your dress off your body. As it fell to the floor, he let his amber eyes rove over your body slowly, worshipping every inch.

“Gods, do you have any idea what you do to me, fawn?” Eris asked, pulling you close to him so he could kiss down your neck, nipping and sucking as he went. You writhed against him, safe in his hold. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect. All mine.”

Eris claimed you with his mouth, marking your skin as he travelled down your body. He left no inch of your skin untouched, memorizing the way you cried out as he licked over particularly sensitive spots.

And then, he knelt before you, looking up at you with pure adoration in his amber eyes.

Eris pressed a gentle kiss to your hip bone before shooting you a wicked smirk. His hands stroked down your sides gently, as you bit your lip, staring down at your mate in wonder.

As he leaned forward, licking through your folds gently, you let out a loud cry, seemingly incapable of holding it in.

“So wet for me already, fawn,” Eris purred, his breath against your core. A beautiful flush spread across your cheeks as Eris spread your legs gently, exposing you to him. “You taste so sweet.”

His tongue swirled against your bundle of nerves, savoring every ounce of your slick. He brought you to your climax just like that – licking and suckling at your core with practiced ease as you cried out above him.

And when you pulled him up by the collar, pulling his face to yours, Eris wondered if you could taste yourself on his tongue, if you enjoyed the taste as much as he did.

“Please, Eris,” you whimpered, ripping at his clothes. If Eris wasn’t feeling as desperate as you were, if he wasn’t being driven half mad by desire, he might have laughed at your eagerness. But he wanted you, needed you, more than he had ever desired another thing in his life.

You were his undoing, and Eris didn’t mind at all.

“Please, what, darling?” He asked between kisses.

“I want you to fuck me, Eris. Please.”

Eris moaned at your words, desperate to be inside you. In an instant, he had you flipped around so your back was pressed against his front. Then, with the strength of a future High Lord, Eris pressed you against the dining table, savoring the way you melted under his touch.

“I’m going to fuck you, my love. I promise,” he vowed, his voice low. You shivered at his words. “I’m going to fuck you here on this table, and then I’m going to bring you to our bed and fuck you there until you can’t remember any other male who has ever looked at you, who has ever had the honor of being in your presence.”

You moaned, laid out deliciously on the table before him. If Eris hadn’t already been head-over-heels in love with you, he would have fallen for you at that sight alone. You looked perfect, writhing and moaning on the table for him, waiting for his cock.

And as he pushed inside of you, Eris swore the bond sang out, overjoyed at your joining, at your complete acceptance of the bond you shared.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” The words fell of Eris’s tongue unbidden as he thrusted deep inside of you, claiming you officially as his mate, as his other half.

“I love you, Eris,” you breathed, the sound practically a whimper, as Eris drove into you passionately. And before he could stop himself, Eris was coming inside you, overwhelmed by the gift of your love.

. . .

You savored each other’s bodies for a full week before the frenzy finally subdued. A week full of passionate embraces and tender words left you both exhausted as Eris held your body close in bed, nuzzling against your neck.

You sighed, leaning into the touch, and Eris couldn’t help but smile against your skin.

One day, he would introduce you to his mother, to his brothers. He was sure they would love you just as much as Lucien had come to. He would make you his Lady, give you everything you had always wanted. With you by his side, Eris felt unstoppable. And when you were both ready, he would put an heir inside of you, a future High Lord.

Eris closed his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the prospect of a future with you, a future filled with happiness, with love.

And for the first time in a long time, Eris Vanserra felt content.

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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Someone please write these 🙏

Hot take for a story concept:

Mor has a younger sister, one born a few years after the war and Mor has some type of disdain to her because “she has it easy” but we all know that kier a dick. And like Mor’s entire thing is “you know me and you know my word is truth”

Meanwhile her sister is just “If my sisters word is truth, it must be believed that mine must be lies. She was not the only dreamer born in this haunted place.”

#a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf #acotar #acofas #azriel acotar #acosf #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #eris vanserra x you #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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Lmao is this play about me 😭 I’m sorry, I swear I will not riot anon… #maybe

I heard we were gathering for a riot?

I brought snacks ♥️

lol no rioting please 😉❤️

but if this is because I haven't posted the next part of In Spite of Our Differences, I have some fantastic news for you... I'm planning on posting tonight! likely sometime after 5pm est!

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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Stop being so sweet challenge:

How does it feel to be so talented?

this is my honest reaction to receiving this message:

how does it feel to be the sweetest human alive?!?!?

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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Living for mafia Lucien 🤏🏻

The Elites

Day 7: free day

Summary: old debts need to be paid.

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A/n: mafia lucien is soo 🤤 also, I know this is pretty cliché. So what? Its just a one-shot. All that matters is Lucien is hot 😏

(should i do part 2...?)

@lucienweekofficial

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Lucien sipped on his coffee as he read through the reports in his hand, the TV in front of him playing some news channel, the volume turned low. Not loud, but audible enough that he could listen to it.

Or his assistant could. At the moment, she was lounging in the chair on the other side of his desk, staring intently at the TV.

Something occurred to Lucien as his attention flitted to the TV for a moment. The man that was currently being interviewed looked familiar.

"Have we yet found the man who stole from my father?" He questioned, setting the reports down on his desk.

His assistant– Alice– glanced at him.

"No." She replied flatly.

Lucien nodded, his eyes not moving from the man. He grabbed the remote without looking and increased the volume, leaning back in his seat and grabbing his coffee again.

"Who is that guy?"

"Some random billionaire. He's recently became very famous. Has four daughters."

Lucien let that information marinate in his mind.

This man definitely looked familiar, and Lucien wasn't going to let that slide.

Could that be him?

"Alice?" He called.

"Hmm?"

"Think you can get me the file my father had on all his business partners? Also the file he kept on who all he had lent money to."

"Sure." She got up, fixing her skirt and shirt, clasping the few top buttons she always had open. Lucien eyed her for a moment before looking away. She always did that when in his presence, opening her shirt buttons until her chest was practically falling out of it.

"Thanks. Please make sure it's recieved by the next hour."

She nodded and left. And then Lucien pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Festus. I want you to–"

"You know you can call me Jurian, right? It's my name after all." The voice was cheerful, meant to be deceptive. And it could fool people if they didn't know that he, Jurian Festus, was private investigator for the elite mafia families. Lucien's family was one of those elites.

"Festus. I'm going to need you to get me all the information you can about this new billionaire. Apparently, he's recently become very famous."

"Mr Archeron you mean? Oh yeah I can get you information about him."

Lucien felt his eyes narrow. "How do you already know who I am talking about?"

Jurian laughed. "I was just researching about him for fun because I had nothing else to do. Turns out, he'd been a very wealthy man, trading in jewels and what not. He suddenly went off the radar for some years, almost a decade. He's now back, claiming he'd lost all his wealth due to a shipwreck or something. Apparently, he recently found out the ships never stopped sailing."

Jurian took a pause, then continued. "The youngest of them is married into the Night family. Has beef with the Springwell family. The second oldest is the favourite of Mister Archeron. Doesn't really give a fuck about the oldest and third daughter."

Lucien took all of that information in before responding.

"Get me all the background on him and everyone he associates himself with."

"Sure. Did you try the new drink–"

Lucien hung up before Jurian could agitate him further.

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"Alice. My office. Now." Lucien spoke into the telephone.

He had recieved the reports on the Archeron father, and turned out the man really was familiar.

"Yes?" Alice pushed open the door, strutting in like she owned the place. Her shirt buttons were again undone almost halfway, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

"Get my car ready. I'm going to meet someone."

She cocked her head. "Who is it that you are going to see?"

Lucien stood, setting the reports aside.

"You are my assistant, Alice, not my mother. I do not need to let you know of anything if it does not concern you. Do not make me repeat myself. Get my car ready."

He could see her fuming, steam practically coming out of her ears. But she nodded and turned away, walking out of his office.

Lucien pulled out his gun, making sure it was loaded before he left his room.

This was going to be a fun trip.

He found his car waiting for him in front of his house. It was a black SUV.

When he went to open the door, a hand shot out to grasp the handle. He slowly turned his head to look at the person, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

Alice gave him a charming smile.

"Were you planning on leaving without me?"

Lucien gripped her hands, tightening his hold until fear entered her eyes. "Get out of your limits again, and you'll lose your job."

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The Archeron home was huge, but it was humble compared to the Cleaver's estate.

It didn't even begin to compare.

Lucien walked upto the door, his group of guards and security right behind him. As soon as he rang the bell, the sound of footsteps greeted him.

The door opened, and he expected a servant to peek out.

But he found himself looking at a woman, barely any older than him. She was beautiful, her eyes captivating as she stared at Lucien.

"How may I help you?" She raised an eyebrow.

Lucien blinked, then cleared his throat. "Uh– yes– I'm here to meet with Mister Archeron."

Her eyes roamed over his security team, incredulity taking over her features. "Alright..." She drew out the word.

"Who is it?" A firm voice asked from behind the lady, and she glanced back.

"I don't know. He says he's here to meet father."

From the slight gap over her head, Lucien could see a similar looking woman, though older, standing there.

"I'll get him. Don't let anyone in."

A few moments passed, and the woman who had opened the door inched it open slowly, leaning against it as she pulled a novel out of nowhere and began reading.

Lucien found himself studying her, and by the time Mister Archeron arrived, Lucien had memorised almost everything on her body. From her features to her clothes to the accessories she wore, everything.

"Who is it?" An irritated voice questioned from inside the house, and Lucien looked to find the man he'd seen on TV that morning walking towards the door.

"Lucien Cleaver." The man paled, and Lucien smiled, ignoring the questioning look the woman sent him. "That last name mean something to you?"

"No. Absolutely not. Y/n, why don't you go read somewhere else? Let me handle this now."

Y/n. A beautiful name. Lucien thought.

As soon as the girl was out of sight, Lucien got to the point.

"I know you know who I am, so let's not pretend. The contract will stands, and according to it, you are obliged to get our money back."

"I don't know what you are talking about. Leave the property before I call the guards."

Lucien smiled slowly. "You don't want to do that."

The man swallowed, realising he could not get out of this one. "I can't return the money. I don't have it right now."

Lucien studied the man. He knew Archeron was lying, but maybe Lucien could get something out of this facade.

"That's okay then."

"Is it?" Archeron looked at Lucien warily. Smart.

Lucien smirked. "You can have all the time you want to return the money, and in the meanwhile, you are supposed to hand over something precious to you."

"What do you want? Jewels?"

"Your daughter."

"No. You will not have any of my daughters."

"I'm not asking for your favourite Elain. I'm good with Y/n too."

The man's eyes turned from wary to contemplative. "I... if I do that, will you leave me alone?"

Lucien shrugged. "You will have her back once you return our money."

Archeron sighed. "Fine. Have her."

It took all Lucien had in him not to shoot him them and there. Lucien hated people who were ready to trade away their kids so they could have some money in their pocket.

But lucien didn't do that, because if this man was ready to let his daughter leave with someone he didn't know, then he didn't deserve to have her.

"I'll get her ready."

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Thanks! And…

In Spite of Our Differences pt. 6 - Eris x Reader

Description: Eris never expected to have a mate. He never wanted one. When he discovers his mate is one of his mother's maids, he quickly sets in motion a plan to keep her safe. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Warnings: sexual content Author's Notes: please don't hate me for the ending (okay bye, love you) Minors do not interact.

Eris’s POV:

Leaving you the morning after Calanmai was a new form of torture. You were asleep, draped peacefully around Eris, your skin soft against his. A deep ache formed inside Eris as he crept out of your cottage to seek out Rhysand, to make his way back to the dark confines of Amarantha’s palace.

It was an ache Eris knew nothing but the feeling of your lips on his could resolve.

Eris cursed himself for getting so close, for allowing himself to discover what your skin tasted like, what you felt like curled against him.

You were his eternal folly, his ruination.

And yet, even as he returned to the depths of Amarantha’s Court, heart heavy and bond aching, Eris wasn’t sure he had ever felt so alive.

...

And then, Feyre Cursebreaker freed the courts of Prythian, ending Amarantha’s reign of horror.

When the wards were lowered, allowing them the first slice of freedom in forty-nine years, pure chaos erupted as everyone rushed to feel the fresh air on their skin again, to feel the warmth of the sun.

Eris capitalized on that chaos, using it as his shield, his cover, as he slipped out of the palace Under the Mountain, winnowing directly to your cottage. He didn’t know how much time he would have before his father realized he was gone, but he knew he had to see you, to tell you what had happened.

You froze when he appeared before you, simply staring at your mate with widened eyes. It had been months since the last time you saw each other, nothing compared to forty-nine years, but that time still weighed heavy between you.

“She’s dead,” Eris whispered, almost afraid that speaking that truth into existence might revive Amarantha, might subject them to another fifty years of horror.

“You’re free,” you breathed, your hand lingering over your chest as your relief flooded the bond.

Eris didn’t nod, didn’t say anything in response. He knew the truth.

Eris Vanserra was not free, not really.

Not while his father still lived.

But he did not have a chance to wallow in that fact because you were moving towards him, closing the space between your bodies. You placed your hand gently against his cheek, cupping his face, and Eris nearly let out a blissful sigh just from the feeling. His amber eyes searched your face, memorizing every inch.

You are perfection. The thought echoed in Eris’s mind unbidden.

He knew this was dangerous, foolish. He had already put everything at risk by holding you so close on Calanmai, and yet Eris couldn’t bring himself to take a step back, to force distance between your bodies.

Succumbing to the need in his chest, Eris refused to let his logical mind stop him from savoring this moment. Instead, he leaned forward, ghosting his lips against yours, a mere whisper of a kiss. The past 49 years taught him not to take any opportunity to kiss you for granted, and Eris knew deep down that he likely didn’t have many opportunities left.

For once Eris left your cottage, he would be at the whims of his brutal father once again.

You let out a soft exhale as Eris’s lips grazed yours, your hand slipping from his cheek to grasp at his lapels, as though you desperately needed something to ground you.

“Eris,” you breathed. The sound was Eris’s kryptonite.

He pulled you closer, entwining his fingers in your hair and brushing his lips against yours again, this time harder, firmer as though he was making up for lost time. His lips were soft as they moved against yours, learning your taste.

When Eris’s tongue danced over the seam of your lips, begging for entrance, you whimpered, causing a groan to fall from Eris’s lips. As his tongue dipped inside your mouth, eagerly exploring every inch of you, there was nothing else in this world that mattered. Only you. Only the feeling of your skin against his, only your sweet taste.

He kissed you until you were both breathless, until you were gasping for air.

“Please,” you murmured against his neck when Eris pulled away, panting from the intensity of the kiss. “Eris, please, I need–”

Your voice was breathy, overcome with raw emotion and precious desire.

“Tell me what you need, fawn,” Eris commanded, his voice rough, filled with lust. “Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine as you gazed up into his darkened amber eyes.

“I want you to touch me, Eris,” you said, your voice full of wanton desire as you tipped your head back, running your tongue over your lips. The sight had Eris’s eyes closing, a groan falling from his lips as he guided your body backwards, leading you towards your bedroom with his hands firmly pressed against your hips.

As your bodies fell to the soft haven of your bed, Eris recaptured your mouth as though he was a starving man, desperate for a taste. He drank you in, savoring every brush of your tongue against his, every drag of your lips.

And then, Eris’s nimble fingers found the laces of your dress, undoing them with practiced ease. Pushing your dress down and exposing your breasts, Eris pressed gentle kisses against your neck, your collarbone, until his wicked mouth enclosed over your pebbled nipple, his tongue flicking against it with exquisite expertise. You writhed underneath his body, a moan slipping from your lips as Eris claimed your breasts, marking them as his.

His hips rested between your spread legs, a welcome weight as you felt his hardened length brush against you.

“Gods,” you whimpered, rocking your hips against his gently, and Eris smirked against your skin, basking in the pleasure he was causing you.

The bond purred in his chest as Eris’s hands slid down your body, pushing your dress further down until it was pooled at the end of your bed. Once you were bare before him, Eris’s eyes raked over your body appreciatively, committing every inch to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” Eris told you, his tone uncharacteristically genuine as he allowed himself to indulge in this small moment of bliss, this morsel of happiness.

And then his hands ghosted over your sensitive breasts, sliding down your torso until they lingered on the velvety skin of your upper thighs.

When his fingers dipped between your thighs, circling ever so gently over your bundle of nerves, Eris groaned as he felt the slick arousal covering your core. He could scent your arousal, thick and heady in the air around him, but feeling your desire for him, your eagerness, drove Eris mad. He didn’t quite know how to process the fact that you wanted him nearly as much as he wanted you.

“Is this what you want, fawn?” Eris asked, his thumb brushing over your clit gently, slick arousal easing his movements.

You nodded, your lower lip tugged firmly between your teeth. You were a delectable sight, but Eris needed your words, your breathy little moans.

“Uh, uh,” Eris tsked, tilting his head to the sight as his amber eyes drank you in. “I waited forty-nine years to touch you like this. You’re going to have to use your words.”

You shivered as a blush danced over your cheeks, and Eris swore he had never seen anything so magnificent in his entire life. He wanted to keep you on your back beneath him for an eternity, bringing you nothing but pleasure as you stared up with him. The depth of those feelings terrified him, but Eris refused to think too deeply about it while laying between your legs.

“Please, Eris,” you pleaded, and he took mercy on you with a sinful smirk as his lithe fingers danced over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Finding a steady rhythm, Eris stroked your clit until you were crying out, bucking up against his generous hand. When you were about to reach the crest of your pleasure, Eris slowed his hand, eliciting a mewl from your lips.

“Shh,” Eris soothed, savoring the way your body spasmed underneath him as he stroked up your sides, desperate for release. “If you want to come, fawn, you’ll do it on my cock like the good girl I know you are.”

You squirmed beneath him; your head thrown back and your hair sticking to your brow.

But then, his lips were on yours again, and your fingers were in his hair, desperation mounting between you both. When you slid a hand down, brushing it over Eris’s still-clothed bulge, you both let out a shared groan, lost in the sensation.

Eris caught your wrist in his large hand, sending you a warning look as you rubbed your hand against his length. If you continued down that path, Eris was going to come in his tight pants before he even got to experience the warmth of your cunt.

Pinning your hands above your head, Eris unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, staring into your eyes as his nimble fingers got to work. When he was sure you wouldn’t move your hands, he loosened his grip, pulling off his tight trousers and undergarments in a swift motion.

You licked your lip as you took in the sight of his body, bare and practically shimmering in the soft light of your bedroom. The raw desire in your eyes, echoing the hunger Eris felt deep inside him, spurred him into motion as he fisted his leaking length.

You let out a breathy moan at the sight, looking as though you were desperate to touch, to taste, and it drew a smirk to Eris’s lips. His perfect little mate.

“Tell me what you want,” Eris told you as your back arched off the bed, seeking contact.

Your head fell to the side, as though you were overwhelmed, but Eris’s hand quickly grabbed your chin, guiding your gaze back to his. He would be damned if he didn’t get to look into your breathtaking eyes when he finally pushed inside of you.

“I want you, Eris,” you breathed, staring deeply into his eyes. “I want all of you. Please.”

Eris groaned, his forehead falling against yours as he dragged the head of his cock against your slick core.

“Please fuck me, Eris,” you pleaded. “Please, please–”

As the desperate words fell off your tongue, Eris sheathed himself inside you with a gentle thrust. The feeling of your tight, warm cunt around his length had his mind spinning. It was even more perfect that he had envisioned while sneaking off to a private corner Under the Mountain, fisting himself while imagining you wrapped around him.

“Gods, Eris,” you moaned, and it sent the heir to the Autumn Court into motion, pulling out and thrusting deep inside you, angling his cock so it brushed perfectly against that spot inside you, lighting your world on fire.

“Feel so good,” Eris told you as he thrust into you with a brutal, desperate pace. “So perfect for me.”

He had never felt this way, not once. One hand gripped your wrists, pinning them both to the bed above the head, the other bracketed your hips as he dominated every inch of your body, marking every ounce of you as his own.

Forty-nine years of pent-up arousal and the strength of the mating bond had you both unraveling around each other in a matter of minutes, losing yourself in the pleasure.

When Eris’s cock finally pushed you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through your body, he found his own pinnacle, his warm seed filling you up. And as the force of your shared orgasm subsided, leaving you writhing beneath him, Eris knew he had made a grave error.

He knew that he could seek out pleasure for the rest of his immortal life and he would never find anything that compared to you.

Reader’s POV:

For a long moment, you laid panting beneath your mate, overwhelmed by the pleasure he had just brought you. Eris released his grip on your wrists, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek while the other traced soothing circles over your side. He was gentle, almost reverential as you came down together, basking in your shared bliss.

You clutched him close to you, a part of you still afraid Amarantha might return and steal him away from you again.

“That was–” Eris started, and then, as though he couldn’t quite find the words, he said nothing else. Instead, he settled his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath in. You understood the sentiment. There were no words to describe what you had just done– the pleasure you had just shared.

A part of you knew that letting Eris into your bed was likely dangerous. He had called the moment you had shared on Calanmai a mistake, after all. You knew that Eris was conflicted about the bond, that your heart was at risk, but after forty-nine years, you were willing to risk it, if only to hold him close for just this moment.

As though he could read your mind, Eris finally shifted, sitting up on the side of your bed. He scrubbed a hand over his face.

“That was foolish,” he said, the words causing you to wince. Your cheeks heated with shame, but then Eris was speaking again, his hand reaching out and brushing a piece of hair out of your eye. “I can’t stay.”

When his amber eyes met yours, his gaze was soft, more vulnerable than you had ever seen. It was so vastly different than the typical cold stare he typically wore. Eris looked remorseful, as though he genuinely wished that he could stay.

“I don’t have long before my father realizes I’m gone,” Eris explained, loosing a deep sigh. “He’ll have orders for me, new duties to repair the Autumn Court, I’m sure.”

You nodded, forcing down the sadness, the ache that formed in your chest at the idea of him leaving again after you just finally got him back.

“Once you’re settled, there are refugees here that could use your assistance in returning to Autumn,” you told him, your mind fluttering to the hundreds of refugees who could now return home.

Eris’s POV:

Eris hummed in question, his brow furrowing at your words. He supposed it made sense that Autumn Court citizens would seek refuge in Spring during Amarantha’s reign, but he didn’t know why you were aware, what that had to do with you.

“Lucien and I helped most of them make the journey here. It was the least we could do while you were all locked Under the Mountain,” you explained with a shrug, as though you traversing Prythian with Amarantha’s hounds on the prowl just to help refugees was no big deal.

Eris tensed slightly, unsure what to say. He had spent so many years looking down on you for your upbringing, your status, but the truth was that deep down, you were better than he was. Braver. Stronger. Admiration swirled in his chest, but Eris quickly shoved it down.

“That was reckless,” Eris replied, keeping his face neutral. His admiration warred with his instincts to keep you safe, protected.

You sighed, meeting his gaze. “The Autumn Court lands were being ruthlessly attacked. Just because they weren’t noble enough to be kept Under the Mountain doesn’t mean that they didn’t suffer. If I wasn’t your mate, that would have been my fate too. I couldn’t just do nothing.”

“Of course, you could have,” Eris said with a sigh, wondering if that was what he would have done if he had been in your shoes. Would he have even cared about these people? These people who he had made it his life’s mission to rule, to protect. “But I will advise my father that there are Autumn Court refugees who will need assistance. We’ll help them come home.”

You nodded, offering him a soft, almost grateful smile. Eris let a rogue finger brush gently across your cheek, savoring one last touch.

As Eris left your cottage to return to the Autumn Court, he knew two things: first, that you were perhaps the greatest threat to his ascension to the throne of the Autumn Court, and second, that he had never wanted anyone quite so desperately.

His logical mind reiterated all the reasons why he should go through with his plan to reject the bond, all the reasons loving you was dangerous, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you breathed his name, the way your eyes sparkled when you offered him a soft, sleepy smile. Eris had devoted his entire adult life to ensuring that he became the next High Lord of Autumn, and yet, having his lips on your skin made him wonder if there was more to life than simply obtaining his father’s title.

You were his greatest weakness.

With a sigh, Eris scrubbed a hand over his face. He couldn’t afford to have any weaknesses, not if he was going to rule the Autumn Court.

The memory of your soft smile, the feeling of your hand on his cheek, lingered in Eris’s mind as he winnowed directly to the Day Court, seeking out the only person who could help rid him of his weakness: High Lord Helion.

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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Angst with a good ending please? 🥹 don’t!!!

Hey! I'm the one with the ' delulu' request. I mean like yn and AZ were mates and they found out before the amarantha thing happened. And while when Rhysand was attending the ball(?) That trapped the high lords, Yn was with him too as his second-women(kinda you know) and then they can't get out and lose connection to thier family and in those 50 years the red head bitch kills yn just to torment Rhys and he literally can't do anything about it. When everyone is free and with thier family, happy and all, az is happy too that Rhys came home but he just wont(can't) accept the fact that yn is dead and is never coming back. He's delusional (delulu).

Don't grieve.

Summary: Azriel's going mad, and he won't except it.

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Tw: mental illness. this bitch's gonna hurt

A/n: hey anon! I beg for your forgiveness because it took me so long to write this. Please don't hate me, and please tell me you forgive me or else I'll go and cry in a corner, making no noise, pretending I don't exist 😭

(Also, i hope I didn't misunderstand what you wanted azzie to be delulu about)

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Azriel paced back and forth, having just been informed by his shadows that his High Lord had returned.

It had been fifty years since Azriel had seen Rhysand.

And it had been fifty years since he had seen her.

And now they were back.

The Shadows hadn't mentioned anything about his mate though, but he let it slide, planning on interrogating them later. For now, he needed to see his brother and his mate.

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Azriel barged in through the door to the sitting room, finding Mor, Cassian and Amren already there. All of them, except Amren, had tears in their eyes.

Azriel took in the whole place, noting that his mate wasn't in the room. Maybe she was freshening up?

His heart rate picked up, the urge to go find her overpowering any rational thought he had.

But then his eyes landed on his brother, and he grinned. In what felt like an eternity, Azriel grinned.

Rhysand looked like he'd been through hell and back, which he technically had. He had lost so much of his weight and muscles, his skin color also having become pale. In short, he looked sick.

Rhys gave Azriel a pained smile back, but Azriel didn't think much of it. Azriel briskly walked up to his brother and pulled him in for a hug, laughing.

When Azriel pulled back, his eyes again went around the room in search of his mate.

But again, she was not here.

"Where's Y/n? Is she freshening up?"

Everyone looked away from him, and Azriel's smile faltered. But then he grinned and muttered. "Are you trying to keep my mate away from me? You do know that that won't work though, don't you? I'll have my shadows bring me to her."

No one spoke, until the silence became unbearable and Cassian broke it. "Az..."

Azriel glanced at Cassian, his brows farrowing. "What's going on you people? Are you about to ask me for ransom to see my mate?"

Azriel was beeing more cheerful than he usually was, but maybe that's what a mating bond did to people. What meeting your mate after five decades did to people. Azriel blinked when nobody laughed. Mor gasped for breath as more tears ran down her face, sniffling.

"Azriel... Y/n, she... is gone." Rhys responded.

"Gone where?"

"To where the–"

"She's dead, boy." Amren put a stop to Rhys's pathetic explanation.

And she did nothing to gentle the blow.

Y/n wasn't dead. Azriel refused to believe that. And that only meant this was some elaborate joke they were playing on him.

He laughed. "What?"

Mor turned to him, pity and sympathy shining from her eyes. "She's gone Azriel. She will never come back. Amarantha... she..."

Rhysand toom a deep breath, nodding to himself before speaking, as if he was trying to convince himself. "Amarantha wanted to control me, and the only way she could do that was by torturing Y/n. The bitch one day decided she was bored and let her cronies as well as many other fae bastards, mostly from Autumn Court, tear into Y/n. She watched, wanting to see how long Y/n would be able to hold up. I don't think Amarantha thought they would kill her, as that would mean there was no one she could use to control me. But Y/n died by the hands of her cronies."

Azriel smiled lazily. "You really think I believe the bullshit you are spewing right now? Come now, Rhys, you should know better than that. Fifty years under that mountain has made you lose your head. Go take a nice long bath, fly around Velaris for some time. A little fresh air after fifty years of routing under there would do you good. Maybe– hopefully– clear the garbage up there."

Azriel turned away, walking towards the door when a shadow slithered up to his ear and whispered that Y/n was nowhere in Velaris.

"Hmm. Maybe she decided to take a vacation with a friend of hers?"

That was stupid, considering there was no way in hell that Y/n would rather be with a friend than come to meet Az. But that was the only reason he could think of, because he would not, not in a million years, accept that Y/n was dead.

He walked towards the door, his posture relaxed as he opened the door. He glanced back once, giving the bewildered looking inner circle a smile, and called, "See you later. Have some work to do."

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Shadows pov.

Azriel was practically waltzing as he went around the kitchen, getting all the ingredients he needed as he mixed the batter for the cake, humming a tune she loved.

"She loved chocolate so much. Do you think she'll be surprised?"

He asked his shadows, who simply floated around him, not daring to correct his thoughts. The one time they had, Azriel had launched into a screaming fit, so loud that nearly the whole of Velaris would have heard him.

So they watched as their master continued mixing the batter, then pouring it into a mould. He was all alone in the house, having moved in with Y/n into their new home soon after accepting the bond.

"She will turn four hundred and fifty this year. Can you imagine? It will be so exciting! I just wish she returned home soon."

It had been one year since the High Lord of Night Court had returned, and their master still refused to believe that his mate was no longer alive.

A knock sounded on the door, and Azriel looked up. He walked towards the door, opening it to find Cassian standing on the front porch, smiling.

"Come on in." Azriel spoke, turning away and walking back into the kitchen.

The Shadows watched as the general took in the mess around the kitchen. He swallowed before speaking.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm baking a cake for Y/n. She loved it when I did. It's her birthday today."

Pity entered the General's eyes at the enthusiasm in the shadows' Master's voice.

"Az..." Cassian began gently, but he stopped when Azriel's head whipped up, fury shining in his hazel eyes. The general swallowed again. "That's amazing."

Azriel smiled. "You can have some too if you want. But you would have to save some for her. She will be pissed if you ate all of it."

"Are you for real? I can have some too? Thank you so much Az."

Azriel nodded, smiling happily.

"Did you come here for a reason? Was there something you needed to tell me about?"

The General cleared his throat. "Uh yes. I was sent by Rhys. He wanted to know if you wanted to go on a mission today."

"Why?"

"Oh its just... there has been unrest in one of the Illyrian camps, and Rhys wanted to send someone to check on it. He was hoping you would want to go, but if not, he'll have to send someone else."

The Shadows knew that wasn't the only reason. It was because today was Y/n's birthday, and the high lord wanted to make sure the spymaster had something to occupy his time with instead of wallowing in her memories.

"He'll have to send someone else. It's her birthday today. I can't go on missions today."

The General clenched his jaw, nodding. "See you later then, brother."

The Shadows watched their master nod, cleaning around the kitchen. The general turned away, heading for the door.

"Take care brother." Azriel called, and the general waved before he left.

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She was smiling at him from the opposite end of the tent.

She looked beautiful in the simple flowy white gown, and he felt like he was falling in love all over again.

Everything was settled, Koschei and the human queens removed from the picture, and most of them were unscathed.

Most of them.

Azriel wasn't.

He had been caught by the human queens guards, held captive and tortured for information while war raged outside.

After the war had been won, his brothers had found him dying in the torture chamber, waiting for his death. They had brought him to the tent in which Madja was operating, the inner circle rushing in behind them.

As he lay bleeding and battered on a table in the healers tent, his family gathered around him, he thought it a fitting end for him. He tortured people his whole life, and he was going to meet his end in a similar way.

"Hold on Az, just a few more moments. Everything will be fine." Rhys mumbled.

Azriel shook his head, his eyes never leaving his mate's. "Let me die. Maybe then I will meet my love again."

"She–"

"Died. I know. I was probably hoping there'd be a miracle. Or maybe I was just delusional."

"Az, please, just hold on."

His mate smiled at him, and Azriel's chest felt lighter than ever. He watched her intently as she stood from the chair she was in, making her way over to him. He gave her a small smile.

"She is here now."

Everyone stiffened. "What are you talking about Az?" Cassian questioned.

Azriel vaguely motioned towards her, as he couldn't move much without his body seizing up. "She is here. Let me go, brothers. I'll finally able to be with her again."

"What do you mean she is here?" Cassian had gone pale, frantically looking around. "No one is here."

Y/n came to stand next to the table. She observed Cassian and the rest of the inner circle before turning back to Azriel. "They can't see me." She smiled gently, glowing slightly. And Azriel watched her the way he'd watched her the first time he'd seen her. His mouth gaping open at her beauty, his eyes slightly wide. "How are you my love?"

"Miserable." He whispered.

She nodded. "I can understand. It hurt when I was dying too." She then took a deep breath, as if steadying herself. "We do not have much time. You only have two options. You can either choose to let the healers help and live, or let it all go."

"If- if I let it all go... will I be with you?"

His beloved nodded. "But I wish you would let the healers help you. I want you to love a long and happy life."

Her voice was sad and strained, as if she didn't want to say them but had to.

"But I want to be with you. I can't live a happy life without you."

"Then let go Azriel. Let it all go. Say goodbye." Her eyes glittered. "I will be here when you rise."

He didn't know what she meant by rise, but he was too tired to care. His body was numb at this point, his eyes drooping, begging for some rest.

Azriel glanced at his family, who stared at him in confusion. He'd simply been whispering, and they apparently couldn't see her. Of course they would be confused.

Azriel have them a satisfied smile. "Tell them to leave me alone. The healers."

"Why?" Rhys's voice broke on the word.

"Because she's here, and we can be together again. So let me go brother."

"Azriel... please brother. Don't give up so quickly."

Azriel shook his head, his eyes starting to close.

"Don't miss me to much. Don't grieve. Be happy."

The healers had stopped working on him the moment he began speaking, and by now he had lost too much blood.

Thank the mother.

Just then, Azriel felt as if he was stepping out of a tight suit. Like he had become weightless, lighter than air.

He blinked his eyes open, which he could do without any resistance. He looked around, seeing everything clearly. Hear every sound clearly.

Then he sat up, but no one paid him any mind. He blinked in confusion, as his eyes searched the room. His eyes landed on the figure nearby, smiling softly at him.

Y/n.

She lifted her hand towards him, beckoning him closer, and he drifted to her. As soon as his hand met hers, he felt like he was home, finally.

Y/n's eyes went behing him, sadness painting her features. He followed her gaze to a heartbreaking sight.

There, around the table where his body was, where he had been, the inner circle wept.

Cassian was bent over the table, his head was on Azriel's chest as he screamed and sobbed at the top of his lungs, tears rolling down onto Azriel's armor. His fingers were curled into the metal of Az's armor, so tightly that blood had begun welling in some of the places.

Rhys was leaning on the table, staring at Azriel's face, tears running down his face and dripping onto the table. He did nothing, just stared, devastation on his face. He gave no reaction when Feyre placed a hand on his arm.

Feyre herself was crying, a hand over her mouth to contain her sobs. Mor buried her head in Feyre's neck, clutching her tightly as the blonde cried.

Then there was Nesta, who stared at Azriel too, her hand on her mate's back to comfort him as he continued screaming, the agonising roars echoing through the silent night.

Amren, who had been standing near the Azriel's foot, quietly walked up to his head. She dragged a hand through his blood caked hair, sucking in a sharp breath. She looked distraught, and that was big thing for Amren. She then leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Azriel's head beside turning on her heel and waking out the tent.

Azriel turned to his mate, who gave him a shaky smile. He returned it, and after a final glance at his family, he let her lead him away.

It was only a matter of time before they had to go back to their normal lifestyle.

Azriel only hoped they didn't grieve him for long.

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lizziesfirstwife · 6 months

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oh I know