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Twenty One Questions
Nyx x Reader
Summary: Nyx and Reader have been on a couple of dates, but they don’t really know much about each other.
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 2,013
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Most of the first dates I’ve ever been on ended poorly. Either the guy was a total creep with a foot fetish or he was way out of my league and knew it, both options never lead to a second date. The first second date I ever had was with Nyx. It was a complete shock to me when he first asked me out, he was just so fucking handsome. Walking into the restaurant to meet him, I thought he was going to be exactly like the other guys I went on dates with… I could not have been more wrong.
At the end of our first date he asked if he could walk me home. I normally would have said no, but I didn’t get any indication that Nyx had bad intentions, so I said yes. When we reached my house, he didn’t try to kiss me, instead he held my hand and looked me in the eyes as he asked, “When can I see you again?”
Now I’m getting ready for our third date, but Nyx wouldn’t tell me where we are going. He did tell me to dress casually, so I just picked out a pair of jeans and a sweater. I hear a knock at the door and rush downstairs to answer it. Nyx is smiling from ear to ear while holding a shopping bag full of snacks and balancing an assortment of pillows and blankets “Nyx! What is all this?” I ask, stepping aside to let him in. He’s laughing as he passes me.
“This is our date tonight!” He says excitedly while setting his things down on the couch. He’s wearing loose sweat pants and a simple cotton t-shirt. A striking contrast from his normal fashion. When his hands are finally free, I throw my arms around him for a hug. We haven’t actually kissed yet, so a hello hug is fine for now. “I told you to dress comfy.” He takes a step back to examine my outfit. “Jeans are not comfy.” He pouts.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you set up whatever it is you brought all these for... ” I gesture to the mountain of pillows. “While I go change.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Nyx laughs while he watches me scurry up the stairs to change. I practically sprint over to my closet and take off my jeans to replace them with my favorite pair of leggings. I decide to keep my sweater on because it was kinda chilly downstairs.
When I hurry back to the living room I pause on the stairs. Nyx has drug the dining room chairs in and placed blankets overtop of them to create a fort. He peeks his head out of the ‘door’ when we hears me. “Whatcha think?”
“It’s- It’s amazing!” I say as he makes his way over to me. “How did you do that so fast?”
He laughs and shyly rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve had practice. My uncles and I used to make them a lot when I was growing up.” I’m left speechless while I admire his work. “Come on, it’s so much better on the inside.” Nyx grabs my hand to lead me over to the fort. He lifts up the blanket and I duck my head to climb inside. He doesn’t drop my hand as he joins me. He’s right. The inside is so much better. There is just enough space for both of us to sit comfortably even surrounded by pillows.
I didn’t know what Nyx planned for our date so I didn’t think too much about what we’d be doing. Now that I know it’s just gonna be us eating and talking all night, I’m struggling to find things to talk about. I know a little bit about Nyx, enough to know that I really like him, but I don’t know much else.
“I’ve been thinking….” I look over to Nyx nervously. He gives my hand a light squeeze encouraging me to continue. “I don’t know all that much about you, but I really want to. ”
“You know, I was just thinking that. I want to get to know you too Y/N. How about we play 21 questions?” When I look at him confused, he explains. “We ask 21 questions and we take turns answering them.”
I turn my body to face him and smile widely. “That sounds fun! Do you want to go first?”
He gives a nod and thinks for a moment. “What’s your favorite color?”
“That’s an easy one.” I laugh a little. “Blue.”
Nyx matches my laugh. “We’ll start off easy and go from there. Mine’s blue as well.”
I could have been more specific… My favorite color isn’t just blue. It’s the same shade as his eye color, but that might be too much to admit to right now.
“My turn?” I ask and Nyx nods. “Hmmm. Are you a morning or a night person?”
“Definitely a night person, but I don’t mind mornings because I have to get up early and train. What about you?”
“I’m the same way! Well, minus the training part. I’m totally a night person, but I like mornings too!”
Nyx looks down at where our hands are still connected. “Would you want to join me at training some time?”
“Is that one of your questions?” I ask, most definitely blushing, so I try to laugh it off.
“I guess that depends on your answer.” He swiftly replies.
My god this boy is gonna drive me crazy. I give his hand a light squeeze. “I would love to join you for training, Nyx.”
“Well then. I guess it’s your turn.”
“Ummm. Where’s your favorite place you’ve ever visited?”
“The Winter Court. It’s so beautiful. What’s yours?”
I suddenly regret asking that question. Staring at our linked hands calms me and helps avoid his eye. “I’ve, um. I’ve actually never been out of the Night Court…”
“I’ll take you to the Winter Court. You’ll love it.” Nyx says in a low voice and my eyes shoot up to his, but he must mistake my shocked expression because he starts to back track. “Only if you want to, of course. I would never want you to feel like-“
“Nyx.” I stop his rambling. “I’ve always wanted to go to the Winter Court. I would be honored if you would let me join you.” His shoulders sag in relief and I realize how nervous we both are. “How about we rapid fire the questions off?” I ask, hoping that if we get through these questions faster we can get rid of the nerves.
“I love that idea.” Nyx smiles brightly. “Is it my turn?” I nod and wait for him to think of a question.
“What’s your biggest pet peeve?”
“Loud chewers.” I shudder just think about it.
“Mine is walking in the house with shoes on.”
“Do you have any hidden talents?”
“Nope. Not a single one.” He looks at me expectantly.
“I can say the alphabet backwards in under two seconds.” I say shyly.
“What?!? Okay, you have to show me.”
“We’re rapid firing, remember?” I crack a smile.
“Fine, but don’t think I’ll forget about it.” He points a finger at me and matches my smile. “Any bad habits?”
I sigh and look down. “I bite my nails.”
Nyx loosens his grip on my hand and turns it over to examine my finger nails. I want to pull away, but I don’t want to hide from him. This whole date is about getting to know eachother. My breath gets caught in my throat when Nyx pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses my knuckles.
“Mine is eating my boogers.” He says seriously. I jerk my hand away from his and then he bursts into laughter. “I’m just kidding! It was a joke!”
“It better be.” I do my best to hide my smile, but I can’t resist laughing along with Nyx.
“It is! I promise! I was just trying to get you to laugh. I think it worked.” He grabs my hand again. “My bad habit is actually slouching. My dad is always correcting my posture.” He makes a point to sit up straight and it looks painfully uncomfortable, so it doesn’t take long before he’s back to his usual position.
“What’s your love language?” I blurt out without thinking and immediately regret it. This is something I’m curious about, but it’s not really a third date type of question. Thankfully Nyx doesn’t seem to think so.
“I think mine is physically touch, but I’ve never really had the opportunity to explore the others.”
“That’s mine!” I lift up our joint hands. “I figured it was yours too, but I wanted to ask.” I also want to ask what his comment about ‘not having the opportunity to explore the other love languages’ means, but I’m too afraid.
“Biggest fear?” Nyx pulls my attention back to him.
“Bats.” My shoulders shake at the thought.
“Really?” Nyx asks, clearly amused and I nod. “Mine is death.”
“That’s understandable. What about the top thing on your bucket list?”
“Having a family.”
“Mine is becoming a mother.”
Our eyes meet again and something clicks in my head. I thought that I just liked Nyx, turns out these questions made me realize that it’s so much more than that. I’ve only known Nyx for a short period of time, but it feels like we’ve known eachother our whole lives. Like we’re supposed to be together. We just kind of stare at each other for a while. Neither of us daring to speak and ruin the moment.
I wish I could know what Nyx was thinking because I can see the gears turning, but I have no idea where his head is at. Does he feel the same way? I hope he does. It feels like he does or else he wouldn’t be here with me, right?
I decide to be brave and then us back to the game. “It’s um.. It’s your turn.” Nyx shuffles closer to me little by little until our knees are touching. My breathing stops as he lifts his free hand to rest against my cheek. He looks between my eyes, gauging my reaction. Nyx pushes a strand of hair behind my ear and smoothes his thumb over my cheek which doesn’t help my breathing situation, but I don’t want him to stop. Unknowingly, I lean into his hand. Yeah, both of our love languages are definitely physical touch. We haven’t dropped eye contact, but I notice that he is much closer now than he was a few seconds ago. Only when his face is inches from mine does he whisper his question.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate and neither does he before his lips fall onto mine. Nyx releases my hand and uses his to cup both sides of my face as I begin to kiss back. My hands fly up around his neck and play with the back of his hair.
It doesn’t take long for our kiss to deepen. I push up onto my knees and Nyx soon follows. Our bodies fit perfectly together, especially when his hands roam around my body then finally settle onto my waist. Feeling bold, my tongue licks across his bottom lip and he lets me in. We aren’t fighting for dominance, we are exploring eachother and taking our time to do it.
Eventually, when we have to break away for air, Nyx kisses my nose, which makes me giggle, and then presses our foreheads together.
“Do you want to finish the questions?” I ask while trying to catch my breath.
“Not really.” Nyx caresses my cheek.
“Good. Me neither.” I move closer as he leans back.
“Don’t think I’ll forget about the alphabet thing.” He smirks. I dramatically sigh and roll my eyes, but I’m thankful that he didn’t lean back for other reasons.
“Now.” Nyx draws my attention back to him and I notice he’s leaning in again. “Where were we?”
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Heya
I was wondering if you could write a teenage / older nyx where him and his mate lose their virginities to eachother and do it for the first time in his room with candles and rose petals very romantic 😉 and like cassian and azriel giving him tips beforehand them being very nervous because it's their first time but it ends up being so sweet and romantic
Hello!!! Thank you so much for requesting!! I love writing for Nyx sm, so keep ‘em coming! You can read ‘First Time’ now! I hope you enjoy!! Thanks again! <3
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First Time
Nyx x Reader
Summary: Nyx and Reader are together, but they’ve never been together……
Word Count: 3,787
Warnings: SMUT
A/N: Thank you for reading!! Please let me know what you think! <3
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Nyx’s POV
I have no idea how to tell her. The love of my life, my mate, my everything. I need to tell her why I haven’t tried to take the next step in our relationship. We’ve been together for around 6 months and they’ve been the best months of my life. When I was a little boy, I was infatuated with the concept of mates. The idea that there is someone out there perfectly made to be with you and you to them. I asked a lot of questions, but no one ever went into detail. No one ever mentioned that the bond must be accepted and they certainly didn’t mention how it was accepted. That’s the part that worries me.
Y/N and I have never talked about sex before so we don’t know each other's pasts. I have never done it before, but nobody knows that. Not even my family. When they sent me away to Windhaven I was given ‘the talk’. Really all we talked about was that it would be best to take a contraceptive tonic. My dad has been giving me bottles of this tonic because he thinks that I’m sexually active. Unbeknownst to him, I have a stockpile of the bottles under my bed because I’m too embarrassed to tell him the truth.
My first kiss was with Y/N, but nobody needs to know that either. I try not to think about the fact that I might not have been hers. And if I wasn’t her first kiss then I might not be the male to take her virginity. The thought of her being with another male upsets me, but if that’s the case then there’s nothing I could do to change that. I’m terrified of doing something wrong, of disappointing her. Sex is a very intimate experience that requires a lot of trust and if she gave me her trust just for me to fuck it up, I would never forgive myself.
That’s why anytime our kisses deepen or our touches get more sensual, I stop. I have to physically restrain myself before I do anything I’ll regret. I know that she notices, but she’s too kind to say anything, so we don’t. I need to grow up and ask for help.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” My uncle Cassian playfully whacks the back of my head to get my attention.
“Nothing.” I sigh.
“Uh-oh…. That doesn’t sound like nothing.” He plops down on the couch next to me.
“Is this about Y/N?” Uncle Az asks as he sits down on my other side. When I give him a shocked look he clarifies. “I know you guys haven’t accepted the bond yet. I just figured that’s what you were think about.”
Uncle Cass gasps. “You haven’t accepted it yet?” I shake my head.
“I want to. I really want to. But I’m scared.” I admit. I look up to see both of my uncles have confusion written all over their faces. “I’ve um- I’ve never..”
Uncle Az releases a knowing sigh. “You’re afraid that you’ll hurt her.” I nod aggressively, thankful that he didn’t make me finish my sentence. “Have you talked to her about any of this?” I look down at my hands to hide my embarrassment. “Then that’s step one. You need to talk with her. You need to talk about what you’re comfortable with. Set boundaries and limits for certain things.”
I nod in agreement. Of course I know that I need to talk to her, but then what? “What’s step two?” I ask.
“You decide what step two is after you talk to her. Step two could be to just go for it, or it could be to take it slow and have more conversations about it. It all depends.” Uncle Cassian answers. “You- You do know how it works, right?”
I glare at him. “Yes. I know how it works.”
He holds up his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. I just wanted to make sure. No one’s first time is good, so don’t worry about it too much.”
That is exactly what I’m worried about. “I want it to be, though. I want it to be special. She deserves it.”
Uncle Az gives me a small smile. “It will be special, Nyx. I promise.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards the door, Uncle Cassian follows.
“W-Wait!” I run up to meet them. “Can we… keep this just between us?” I ask tentatively.
“You don’t want your dad to know you’re a virgin?” Uncle Cass asks with a raised eyebrow and I shake my head. He cracks a smile, “Okay then, your secret is safe with me….. and Nesta.” He spits out the last part and quickly runs away.
Uncle Az turns to place a hand on my shoulder. “I won’t tell anyone, Nyx.” I knew he wouldn’t, I was -and still am- worried that Uncle Cass would tell everyone. “Oh, and I would start taking those tonics under your bed by the way.” He says with a wink as he walks away.
“How did you-….. Nevermind. Thanks Uncle Az!” I yell out to him, but he’s already gone. Leaving me alone to plan out the conversation I’ve been putting off.
Reader’s POV
I’m laying down in bed thinking, like I have been for the past 3 hours. Nyx has been acting weird around me lately. Every time we start to get intimate, he pulls away. We’ve never talked about it and I’m starting to think that it’s because of me. I’ve never had sex before. I’ve never even had a boyfriend before. Nyx was my first kiss and he’s going to be my first in a lot of things, but I’m a little nervous. Actually, I’m terrified. They say your first time is painful, some people actually bleed! I know Nyx would never intentionally hurt me, but it sounds like it’s inevitable.
I haven’t told Nyx that I’m a virgin, so he probably doesn’t know that I’m nervous about it. He’s probably stopping us from doing anything intimate for a completely different reason. I just hope that him second guessing our relationship has nothing to do with it.
I’m pulled away from my thoughts when someone gently knocks on the door. “Come in.” I say, sitting up as Nyx slowly steps into our room. “This is your room too Nyx, you don’t have to knock.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to barge in on you.” He says, moving to sit down next to me. He grabs onto my hand and brings it up to his mouth for a kiss. “How was your day?” He brushes hair out of my face while he waits for my response. I don’t give one. Instead, I reach up to pull his lips down to mine. It starts out sweet and soft, like always. I feel him smile into the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the back of his hair.
I lift my leg over him to staddle his lap and his hands find their way to my hips. I lightly bite down on his lip which causes him to moan into my mouth. Nyx stiffens below me as I move to start unbuttoning his shirt. He breaks the kiss and opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. I feel absolutely mortified so I climb off of him and make a break for the bathroom when he grabs my hand to stop me. “Y/N, please don’t go.”
I turn around to look at him and wipe away my newly fallen tears. “It’s okay Nyx, I understand.”
He tightens his grip on my hand when I try to turn back around. “No, it’s not like that. I promise. I- I just want to talk before we…”
I nod and move to stand between his legs. “Do you not.. want to be with me in that way?” I ask, bracing myself for his answer.
“I do. I absolutely do, Y/N. I love you so much and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve never…. been with anyone like that before.” He looks up at me from under his lashes to see my reaction. My mouth hangs open as I try to comprehend what he said.
“Yo-You’ve never….” He shakes his head and I released a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Knowing that this will be both of our first time is so comforting to me I can’t even describe it. “Me neither.” I say with a smile.
Nyx blinks up at me, shocked. “You’ve never?” I repeat his head shake from earlier and then he repeats my breath release. “Oh, thank the Mother.” He laughs out and leans his head forward to rest on my chest. I cradle the back of his head while pressing a kiss into his hair. We stay like that for a while, just embracing each other, and then Nyx pulls back. “Do you still want to? I’m sorry I ruined the mood.”
I stare down at him, deciding to tell him the truth. “I’m scared.” He grabs both of my hands and runs his thumbs over my knuckles.
“We will go slow. I promise to be gentle, but the second something doesn’t feel right or you just want to stop, tell me. We will stop immediately, no questions asked.” He presses a kiss to both of my hands. “We’re in this together, my love.”
I lean down to press his lips to mine, then it’s my turn to moan into his mouth as he pulls me back down onto his lap. We’re back in the same position we were previously, but the feeling is different. This time Nyx isn’t stiff underneath me or restraining himself. This time his hands are roaming anywhere they can reach on my body as mine do the same.
I pull away for air, but my lips don’t want to stop. They move over to his jaw, down his neck and then over to the other side and back up. All while Nyx blesses my ears with his soft moans. I hadn’t noticed before, but his bulge beneath me has become very obvious. I begin to rock my hips back and forth, trying to create some type of friction. Nyx removes his hands from my body and I begin to panic until I realize what they are doing instead. Starting with the top, they begin to unbutton his shirt.
I place my hands over his and he looks up at me confused. “Let me.” I smirk at him as my hands fly to his hair and I kiss down his neck once again, but I keep going lower. I take my time around the base of his neck, making sure not to miss a spot. Nyx starts to lean backwards on the bed which grants me more access to his chest. My lips move down to his collarbone and I have to tear my hands away from his hair in order to undo the first button on his shirt. I slowly move down his body leaving a trail of kisses. When I get to the last button, I look up to find Nyx watching me intently. I smile at him as I make my way back up his chest and place my lips on his again.
He sits us up without breaking our kiss and removes his shirt. My hands run along his chest, over his shoulders, down his back, anywhere they can reach. Nyx tugs at the bottom my shirt and begins to pull it up over my head. Once it’s off, he gently flips us over so he’s laying on top of me. I try to pull him back down to kiss me, but he doesn’t budge. He stares down at me and moves a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispers, continuing to brush my hair away. We stare at eachother for a moment, trying to catch our breaths, until his hand reaches around my back to unclasp my bra. He pauses to look at me for permission. I nod. He flings my bra onto the floor to join the growing pile of our clothes.
Nyx kisses behind my ear, my jaw, down my neck and then he closes his mouth around my breast. I press up into him when his tongue flicks my nipple. He uses one hand to stabilize himself and the other begins to move towards my pants. I feel my underwear becoming wet, which isn’t a new feeling, being with Nyx has left me wet plenty of times, but it’s never been this intense before. His mouth releases my breast and he leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach then stops right below my belly button.
Nyx positions himself between my legs and looks up at me as he begins to undo my pants. I lift my hips up so he can tug them off. Just as I suspected, my underwear are completely soaked. Nyx obviously sees my drenched panties, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly -torturously- removes them too, leaving me completely bare before him. He’s eye level with my pussy now. I feel so exposed, almost embarrassed, until he places a kiss on the inside of my thigh. I meet his eyes as he kisses closer and closer to my pussy. When he finally presses his lips gently to my center, I squirm from the sensation.
I lay back down, but my eyes stay locked with his. Nyx reaches a hand up to lace his fingers with mine. This already intimate position immediately intensifies just by us holding hands. He squeezes my hand gently as he continues to press kisses into me.
His mouth covers my pussy completely, his tongue moving around as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. I try my best not to squirm, but the sensation is too fucking good. My unoccupied hand grabs onto his hair and I start to grind down on his mouth. My moans are escaping my mouth with no warning. No doubt everyone in this house can hear me, but I don’t fucking care. All I can think about is Nyx. How his tongue is pumping in and out of me, how his hand is still tightly interlocked with mine.
Without warning his other hand meets his mouth and he slides one finger into me. My back arches up at the sensation and I release my grip on his hair to grab the sheets next me. His tongue moves up to work on my clit and another finger joins the first. “Don’t stop! Oh my God, don’t stop!” I scream out and Nyx picks up his pace. His fingers find the magical spot that makes my body go numb.
I have no control over my body. My legs are violently shaking, my mouth is making noises I’ve never made before and my eyes are rolling back as Nyx pushes me over the edge. He draws out my orgasm, leading me through wave after wave of pleasure. After what feels like forever, but also nowhere near enough time, Nyx slides his fingers out of me and places a kiss on each of my thighs.
I finally open my eyes just in time to see Nyx place his fingers -drenched in me- into his mouth and moan at the taste. I watch him lick his fingers clean while his eyes never leave mine. Only when he sits back do I see that his bulge is practically begging me to help it, to set it free.
I try to sit up, but everything hurts in the best way so I stay where I am and watch Nyx. He’s looking at me with a look filled with love that I’m sure I match. He gives my hand a squeeze and then let’s go to unbuckle his belt. He stands up to shimmy off his pants and underwear, leaving him as bare as I am. His body is breathtaking. I want to memorize every inch of him. My eyes leave his to move down chest, over his torso and then his dick. I knew Nyx was gonna be big, his wings are fucking huge, but I’m actually concerned at his size. It might not fit.
Nyx pulls me out of my thoughts by rubbing his thumb along my cheek. My hand flies up to rest over his. “Y/N, look at me.” I do. “I’m gonna be here the whole time. It’s going to be okay. I promise.” He kisses me softly and I smile at the taste of myself on his lips. I nod at his words, but the thoughts don’t leave immediately.
“We‘ll go slow, okay?” I nod again and pull his hand off my cheek to lace our fingers together once more. Nyx climbs over me and lines himself up at my entrance. He drags himself through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. I take in a deep breath and prepare for him to push into me. We both moan at the feeling of finally connecting. My eyes never leave his as his tip slowly enters me. The pressure is almost too much to handle and the pain is noticeable, but bearable.
“Dear God, Y/N.” Nyx moans into my ear. “You feel so fucking good.” I kiss him as my response since I can’t really form words right now. He slowly sinks into me inch by glorious inch. When he finally bottoms out, I moan so loud I hear it echo off the walls. I lean my head up to see where we connect. We look fucking perfect. Like a painting that I’d want to look at for hours.
I rest my head back on the pillow and meet Nyx’s eyes again. “Can I move?” He asks, giving my hand a squeeze. I nod and he kisses me as he starts to slowly move. Agonizingly slow, he pulls back out of me almost all of the way and then pushes back in. The pain doesn’t necessarily go away, but the majority of it is replaced with pleasure. Nyx rests his forehead on mine as his pace quickens and our heavy breathing synchronizes.
Every time Nyx thrusts, I feel my muscles constricting which just makes everything feel so much better. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m close.” Nyx moans, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Me too.” I manage to whisper back.
“Together?” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Together.” I moan out as Nyx picks up his pace and his hand snakes down to rub my clit. That was what pushed me over the edge for a second time. I feel him follow immediately after me. Everything begins to blur but Nyx and I. All I can see is him. All I can feel is him. All I can hear is him. And I don’t want it to end. We ride our highs together, drawing this out as long as we can.
Nyx collapses down on top of me and I cradle the back of his head. I press kisses onto his shoulder as we try to catch our breaths.
After a moment, Nyx rises on his arms to look at me. “Is it okay if I pull out?” I wipe some of the sweat off of his forehead before I nod. We both look down to where we are connected and I hold my breath as he pulls out of me. It hurts a little when he does, but nothing I can’t handle. When he’s finally all the way out I release a sigh.
No blood.
Nyx sits up beside me and pulls me into his lap. He wraps his arms around me and lightly strokes up and down my back. “I love you so much, Nyx.” I say when I can actually speak. My legs are still shaking and my breathing hasn’t fully calmed down yet, but I feel amazing.
“I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” I look up to meet his gaze and he gently wipes away my stray tears. He lifts me up and carries me into the bathroom. “Wait here.” Nyx says as he sets me down on the counter. He goes to the linen closet, grabs a rag then heads over to the sink. “Do you have to pee?” He says while getting the rag wet.
I look over at him confused. “What?”
“I read that it’s not a bad idea to pee after sex. I guess it flushes out any bad bacteria in your system.” He scratches the back of his head nervously. I never thought about it before, but it makes total sense.
“I’ll try.” I say, preparing to stand up, but Nyx comes over and picks me up before I can. “I can walk, you know.” I laugh.
“I know, I just don’t want you to have to.” He kisses my forehead as he sets me down on the toilet and leaves to give me some privacy. I finish quickly and hobble over to the sink to wash my hands. When I turn the water off I see Nyx come up behind me in the mirror holding a fluffy robe. “Feeling okay?” I turn to face him while he helps me put the robe on.
“Yeah. Better than okay, actually.” I throw my arms around his neck to pull him down into a quick kiss. Nyx bends down to pick me up again and walks back to the bedroom.
When he sets me down on the bed, I crawl under the sheets and watch him walk over to the other side to join me. As soon as we are both under the covers, I snuggle into his side. “I can’t believe we waited 6 months for us to do that. Think of all the mind blowing sex we could have been having.” I joke after a moment of silence. Nyx laughs so hard that our bodies shake.
“Yeah, that’s true…” His tone becomes serious. “We will have lifetimes together, there is no race for us. I would have waited centuries for this moment.”
“Me too.” I have so many things I want to say to him, but he’s right, we will have lifetimes together. There will be other perfect moments like this one. So, I move closer to my mate's side as my eyes become droopy.
“Nyx…”
“Yes, my love?”
“I don’t think I can go to training tomorrow morning….”
He laughs quietly. “Then I guess we will just have to stay here.”
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Here For You
Azriel x Reader
Summary: When a family game night doesn’t go as planned, Az makes a big mistake and helps make it right.
Word Count: 1,290
Warnings: panic attack / insecurities
A/N: I tried a new writing style for this one… Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! <3
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Family game night is normally one of your favorite nights of the week. It’s a time to relax and forget about all the important things weighing down on you. To your dismay, Cassian announced that the group would be playing twister. You masked your discomfort as he explained the rules.
“Someone will spin the wheel, then you move to whatever body part and color it lands on, you loose if you fall down.” It sounded fun, until you realized all of the intimate positions you would be in. Somebody always ends up with their head next to someone else’s butt, it’s inevitable.
Being the newest member of the family, you often feel like you don’t fit in. Everyone has perfectly toned, athletic bodies, meanwhile you have a little extra weight that doesn’t want to leave no matter how hard you try. Your boyfriend, Azriel, tells you that he loves your body. He is constantly praising your appearance every chance he gets. But having spent years being insecure and hating how you look, his words don’t sink in. You appreciate everything he does for you, but this is a battle you have to over come by yourself. It doesn’t help that the people you are surrounded by are beautiful and thin. It seems like everyone in Velaris is a size 2 or under.
Azriel helped Cassian set up the game and then came to sit next to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear. You haven’t said a word to him, but he knows you so well that you never have to, he just gets it. You looked up to see his hazel eyes gleaming with the love he feels for you.
“I love you too.” You replied, reaching up to give his cheek a kiss. He gave your waist a light squeeze as you both turned your attention to the game. Rhys volunteered to spin first, landing with right foot on blue. Everyone else took their turn and finally you were the last to join the game. Thankfully, your first spin landed you with left foot on yellow. On the third round, your left hand needed to be placed on green, which caused you to squat down on the ground. As you did so, your knees cracked. The room that was once filled with joyful laughter, was then filled with laughter directed at you.
“Wow, Y/N, maybe you should join us for training more often.” Nesta had said. You looked to Azriel as the room erupted in laughter, yet again, including him. You’re very own boyfriend had laughed at you. The one person who was supposed to always be there for you and knew all of your insecurities, laughed at you. Mortified, you pretended to loose your balance and fell over. You quickly stood and rushed out of the room. The laughter stopped as you ran up the stairs.
The group looked at eachother, confused. You had never given them any indication of your insecurities, you made a point not to. “What’s their problem?” Nesta asked. Everyone looked over at Azriel, who dawned a regretful expression. He realized his mistake as soon as he made it. Without saying a word, he stood and followed you up the stairs.
When you finally reached your shared bedroom, you locked the door behind you. You pulled back the curtains and opened the window to get some fresh air. Panic attacks were not an uncommon occurrence for you. Ever since Azriel came into your life, he had always been there to help you through them, but this time you had to work through it on your own. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your vision was blurred and you were sweating, but somehow also freezing.
A light knock sounded on the door. “Baby? Can I come in?” Azriel asked and you didn’t respond. You couldn’t. He tried again. “Love? Please let me in. I just want to talk.” He sounded desperate, remorseful even. You gazed out the window to look at the beautiful skyline of Velaris. This view used to calm you down, now it just makes everything worse. It reminds you of all the flights Azriel took you on. The times you spent wrapped in his arms while he soared across the sky. Such perfect moments that would forever live in your memory, but right now you just wanted them to go away. You wanted to allow your emotions to take over, to swallow you whole.
Azriel wouldn’t allow that he happen, though. When you don’t respond to him on his third attempt, he unlocked the door and let himself in. The sight before him was one he hoped to never see again.
You were on the floor with your knees to your chest as you rocked back and forth. You were in the thick of your panic attack and hadn’t noticed his entrance. Azriel approached you with caution as to not startle you and placed a hand on your shoulder. When you finally noticed him, your sobbing became worse. His eyes were filled with sadness, knowing that you were crying because of his actions.
“Try and match my breathing, love.” Az placed one of your hands on his chest so you would feel the rhythm. You did your best to follow the pattern he set, in for 8 - hold for 5 - out for 8. “Thats it. One more time, baby.” He encouraged. When your breathing finally matched his, Az knew he had to say something and he knew that just saying sorry wouldn’t cut it, but it felt like a good place to start.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am, my love.” He began while smoothing a hand down your back. “It was wrong for me to laugh and I deeply regret it. I should have stood up to them, should have been there for you.” He sighed in disappointment towards himself and pulled you closer to him. Your head fell to rest on his shoulder which allowed you to breathe in his scent.
As you sat there with him, your mind was racing. Would you forgive him? Yes, you already knew that you would. Az was having fun with his family and only laughed when they did, he hadn’t commented something like Nesta had. And he immediately came to check on you, recognizing his mistake. Your tears had dried and your vision returned as your panic attack was ending.
“You’re here now.” You said to him after a while.
“What?” Az asked, shocked to be hearing you speak.
You met his eyes and clearified, “You said that you should have been there for me, but you’re here now.” He released a breath and lightly squeezed your side.
“Yes. I’m here now and I promise I always will be.” Az replied and you saw in his eyes that he truly meant every word as he said, “I love you more than anything in this world and I will do everything in my power to prove it to you.” He picked you up gently and placed you on the bed. You snuggled up to his side when he laid down beside you. He covered you with his wing, shielding you from the rest of the world. You met his gaze and leaned up to gently kiss him.
“I love you too.” You whispered as your lips brushed against his and you both smiled into the kiss. Az held you close for the rest of the night. He watched you fall asleep and brushed stray hairs out of your face. Whispering to himself that he will keep his promise, that he will always be there for you.
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Nyx x Reader
Summary: Feysand have just passed away, leaving Nyx and Reader to figure out what to do.
Warnings: Mention of death
Word Count: 1,253
A/N: I’m probably gonna make a part 2 of this…. let me know if you would want one! Thanks for reading! let me know what you think!! <3
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Death is inevitable. Even for immortals. It may not happen for hundreds of years, but eventually we all die.
Despite that, I had always hoped my family would live happily, forever. Hope does nothing though. Nothing can change the fact that Rhysand and Feyre are dead.
Just 2 hours ago, they were leaving for a mission, now their bodies are laying side by side on a table.
I understand why they decided to both leave this world together. I wouldn’t want to live without Nyx, so I don’t blame them for anything.
I look down at my mate, now High Lord, to see his eyes bloodshot and full of tears while his mind is thinking of a million different things at once. He’s grieving for his parents, he will be for a while, but he has to rule now, take charge and be what this Court needs. He won’t get to properly deal with this massive loss.
“Y/N?” Nyx whispers. I sit down on the floor beside him and pull him into a hug. “What are we supposed to do?” He sobs into my shoulder. I don’t have an answer for him, no matter how much I wish I did, so I just sit there and sob with him.
Feyre and Rhysand were like parents to me. I remember the first time Nyx introduced me to them, I was so nervous that they wouldn’t like me, but from the moment I walked in the door, they welcomed me into their life with open arms. When Nyx and I had officially mated, they were just as excited as we were, if not more.
“Nyx? Y/N?” Amren says from behind us. We look up to see that her red eyes are slightly puffy. “We have to make an announcement soon. Meet us in the dining room.” Nyx sighs deeply and gives a nod to Amren who disappears back out into the hallway.
Nyx pulls me in for a soft, gentle kiss. “I love you.” He says against my lips. “Please don’t ever leave me.” My hands wrap around his neck as my fingers weave into his jet black hair.
“I love you too. I will always be here.” I say and lean my head against his shoulder. We sit like this for a while, just embracing each other, before Nyx moves to stand us up. He grabs onto my hand and brings it up to kiss my knuckles, then we walk into the dining room together.
Sitting around the table is our family, Cassian, Nesta, Azriel, Mor, Elain and Amren. They left two spots open for me and Nyx to sit at the head of the table. We take our seats while Amren begins to speak.
“Okay. We have to make a public announcement. I’ve already started writing, but I wanted to run it by everyone first.” She opens a notebook and reads what she wrote.
“It is with great sadness that we announce the deaths of High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court, Rhysand and Feyre. Their heirs, Nyx and Y/N, have taken over their duties and will be the Night Court’s new High Lord and High Lady. Thank you for your patience during this time of grieving.”
I reach over to grab the notebook to read it for myself, because I’m sure I didn’t hear her say that I was High Lady. “Y/N? What is it?” Nyx asks, squeezing my leg under the table.
I look up at him in disbelief. “I can’t be High Lady.”
“What? Why not?” I turn and see the confused faces of my family.
“I just can’t. They won’t take me seriously, I’m not even from the Night Court. I don’t have magic like you all do. I’m just… me.”
“Y/N, you don’t need magic to be High Lady. You are a natural leader, make them take you seriously.” Nesta says from across the table and everyone nods in agreement.
“I- I don’t know guys.” Nyx looks at me for a while, his bright blue eyes evaluating mine.
“How long do we have before we have to make the announcement?” He faces the rest of the table.
“I can only delay it for one more hour.” Amren responds. Nyx stand up from the table and gentle pulls me to join him.
“We’ll be right back.” He says as he winnows us to our bedroom.
“Talk to me, my love.” He pushes my hair behind my ear and lets his hand linger on my cheek. “What are you thinking?”
I take a deep breath. “I want to be there for you, Nyx, I always will be, but I don’t think I can be your High Lady.” My tears are beginning to fall again. We sit down on the bed and he pulls me into his lap.
“Is it because you feel you’re not ready?” Nyx asks, running a soothing hand over my back. I nod against his chest. “I’m not ready either, darling. I thought when this happened I would be more prepared, but I’m not. No amount of preparation would change that. I need you by my side as we both go through this.” I look up and see the seriousness in his eyes. “Please, Y/N. You’ve always been there for me, let me be here for you.”
“You really think I could be High Lady?”
“I know you can. My parents talked about it all the time.”
“W-What?” I search his face for a tell that he’s lying, but I find nothing.
“They had what they called ‘Transition Trials’ where they planned out what would happen after they passed. Your name was brought up everytime. There was no doubt in their minds that you would become my High Lady. They believed in you.” It takes a minute for what he just said to sink in. The plan was always for me to be High Lady. Why didn’t they tell me?
“They thought there was more time. They did plan to speak with you about it, but never got around to it, I guess.” Nyx answers my unspoken question.
“Okay.” I say after thinking about it for a minute.
“Okay?”
“I’ll do it. I’ll be High Lady.” Nyx begins to smile. “But.” His smile disappears. “I want to start training with you in the mornings.” He begins to protest, but I cut him off. “How am I supposed to serve and protect our Court if I can’t protect myself?”
He takes a moment to think. “Fine. But we are starting with defensive training only. I don’t need you running around kicking my ass just yet.” He cracks a smile that I match instantly.
“Deal.” I begin to stand, but Nyx stops me by grabbing my waist.
“Wait. One more thing.” He slowly moves forward to kiss me. When our lips finally touch, I feel a burning sensation on my left arm.
“Ow!” I yelp and look down. My breath gets caught in my throat when I realize what I’m staring at.
“It’s a bond tattoo. We both have one since we both made the deal.” Nyx shows me his arm that matches mine perfectly.
“What deal?” I ask as I examine our new tattoos.
“That you will be my High Lady.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He places a kiss to my hair line.
“I love you too, Nyx.” I smile up at him.
“We should go.” He says after a while of just staring at each other. “We don’t want to keep our subjects waiting, do we?”
I pull him back down into a kiss. “Actually, I think they can wait for a little longer.”
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Hi! I love your stories! Do you have any plans to continue All That Matters? Cause I can feel the tension and hurt/comfort that would come with having to try to find a home within the Nightcourt. Also it would nice to see Az and Nesta regret or come to regret their actions. Even if there’s no continuation it was an amazing read! Thank you for writing 💜💜
Hello!! Thank you so much for reading! I’m so glad you liked it! I will 100% make a part 2 for ATM! Hopefully I can finish it sooner rather than later…. stay tuned! Thanks again! <3
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Hello. I wanted to request something if you're ok with it. Nyx and Eris' daughter!!!! Idk why but the idea of it is just so exciting for me. Since there dads are friendly(kinda) high lords they've known and seen each other around alot but are enemies 😉 to lovers😏
Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun writing for these characters, and I will be doing more! For now you can check out All That Matters and I Choose You. Thanks again! <3
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I Choose You
Nyx x Reader (Eris’ daughter)
Summary: Nyx and Eris’ daughter have always felt an attraction towards each other, even if they can never actually be together.
Word Count: 4,086
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: I made this to fill my forbidden fantasies between Nyx and Eris’ daughter, but if you want more from these characters, check out All That Matters! It gives a different story line for these two! Thanks for reading and as always, let me know what you think!!
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I suck in a breath as the strings on the back of my corset are pulled taut. Why I still have to wear corsets is beyond me, but I’ve learned to do what I’m told.
My father is High Lord of the Autumn Court. Which means as his daughter, there are specific rules I must follow and certain events I must attend.
Tonight we are attending an event at the Night Court, something about falling stars. The Night Court is where he is from. We’ve been in the same circles our entire lives, attending the same events and meetings. He’s absolutely perfect in every way, except he is the heir to the Night Court. A.K.A. my mortal enemy.
That’s a cringy way to put it but that’s exactly what it is. Our fathers only recently have started to get along with each other. I’ve heard stories of what my father did to the other High Lord's cousin Mor, but I’d rather not think about that right now. My father has shown me and my brother nothing but love my whole life, and I refuse to believe otherwise.
I hear my father’s signature knock on my door and I go over to open it.
“You look lovely darling.” He says pulling me in for a hug, careful not to mess up my hair. “Are you ready to go?”
I pull away and go to look in the mirror. My bright red hair is perfectly curled and is surprisingly soft for how much hairspray is in it. It’s in perfect contrast to my dark forest green dress. It has long sleeves and a modest neckline but still shows off the curves of my chest before it flares out around my waist. I’ve gone with a light makeup look today, letting my freckles shine through. My father meets my gaze in the mirror.
“I’m ready.” I say, spinning around to face him.
“Perfect.” He replies, grabbing my hand to winnow us away.
We arrive at the front door of a mansion and I see shadows shuffling around in the windows. It looks like there aren't a lot of people here, maybe they are coming later?
Just before my father knocks, the door swings open, revealing the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. They are dressed in full black head to toe, but such a depressing color, it looks amazing on them.
“Welcome to our home! Happy Starfall!” They say, stepping aside to let us in, my father goes first and I trail behind.
The High Lord extends his arm and leads us to what I presume is the living room.
“Everyone is just through there.” He says pointing down a hallway. “Don’t be shy, I’m sure you’ll find some familiar faces.”
As I make my way down, I see him. Gods he looks amazing. Oddly, his suit is the same color as my dress. It was unintentional, but I couldn’t be more thrilled. He’s looking at me with an expression that says he’s excited to see me too.
We’ve never got to be alone with each other, there are always too many people around. After stealing a few glances, one of us gets pulled away. I can’t explain this feeling I have for him. I know we can’t be together. but that only makes me want him more.
“Will your brother be joining us as well?.” Rhys pulls my thoughts away from Nyx.
“No. Unfortunately my brother had other obligations tonight.” I lie. He’s sneaking away with his girlfriend that no one but myself knows about. I can’t help but feel jealous, he always gets everything I want. Our father has a ball and chain that ties me down, I can only go so far before he yanks me back.
That’s why everything about Nyx excites me, he’s got everything I want. He is everything I want.
I’m offered a glass of wine and gladly accept. I’m normally not a big fan of wine, but today I need a little bit of ‘liquid courage’ as they say.
Wandering around this mansion feels wrong, so I make my way towards the balcony. I peer out the window to make sure no one else is there and open the door.
I’m suddenly grateful my dress has long sleeves as I feel the cold air against my skin. I rest my arms on the railing to look out into Velaris. I hate to admit it, but this city is beautiful.
I hear the door behind me quietly open and close. I know who it is without having to turn around.
“It’s beautiful, don’t you think?” I ask when he stands next to me.
“It is, yes.” He replies. I look up to find him already looking down at me. I’m not the best at keeping eye contact, but I can’t bring myself to look away. His eyes are a striking blue and it makes my heart skip a beat to know that he’s looking at me. I glance behind me to make sure no one sees us together.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He says, shifting a little closer to me. I turn slightly to face him and he places his hand dangerously close to mine on the railing.
“So have I.” I smile at him. We both look down to our hands as I slowly bring mine overtop of his.
“Do you- do you feel it too?” He asks. I look back to him questioningly.
“Feel what?” He looks shocked at first, but then sadness takes over his expression.
“Never mind.” He looks back to the sky. Feeling a bit bold, I place my hand under his chin and turn his head to look at me.
“Tell me, please. What do you feel?”
He looks down at my lips and back up to my eyes. I find myself doing the same. My boldness must have rubbed off on him because the next thing I know, he is pulling me close.
Then he presses his lips to mine. My shock only lasts half a second and then I’m kissing him back. I wrap my hand around his neck to play with his hair. He moans into the kiss, then his hands travel down my back, stopping at my waist.
I reluctantly pull back after a while for a breath of air and rest my head on his chest. He chuckles lightly, causing me to look up at him. “What?” I giggle back.
He shakes his head, still smiling. “I just can’t believe this is happening.” I pull him back down into a kiss.
“Me neither.” I whisper against his lips.
Moments later, I see a flash of light from the corner of my eye. I must have a confused look on my face because Nyx turns to face us towards the sky. “This is Starfall, my favorite holiday. Some believe they are spirits, traveling to return home. Others just see falling stars and are amazed by their beauty.” He pulls my back to his front, I lean my head back to rest on his shoulder. “What do you believe?”
He looks down and meets my gaze. “I’d like to believe that they are spirits, but I have no proof.” I nod and place a kiss on his chin.
“That sounds beautiful, Nyx. Absolutely beautiful.”
“I’ll have to go back soon, my family will wonder where I am.” He kisses my head and regretfully releases me. “I’ll see you in there.” Then he’s gone.
I stay there looking out at the sky for a couple more minutes. I just had my first kiss and it was with Nyx. I feel like I’m walking on a cloud, until I remember who we are and why we can’t be together. We have to figure something out. I need to be with him. Even if both of our families disown us. I can’t stay away any more.
Soon after returning to my father’s side he announces that we will be leaving. I look around for Nyx, but can’t find him. I mask my disappointment, say goodbye to everyone and thank Feyre and Rhys for inviting us over.
“The next ones at our place.” My dad says with a wink at Rhys and winnows us back home.
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Two Months Later
Nyx’s POV
I give myself one look in the mirror and head downstairs to meet up with my family. As I come down the stairs, Uncle Cassian whistles at me. “Daaaamn, Nyxie Wyxie, who are you trying to impress?”
I laugh it off nonchalantly and move over to my parents.
“You look so handsome, Nyx. Don’t listen to Cassian, he’s just trying to rile you up.” My mother says. I give her a smile and sit down as we wait for everyone to get here.
It’s been over 2 months since I’ve last seen her and I couldn’t be more excited. I had hoped during Starfall that she felt the mating bond, but it doesn’t seem like she did. Even after we kissed, and my gods it was amazing. I don’t know if that was her first kiss, but it was mine and I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face for 2 weeks. All I’ve been able to think about is her.
So yeah, Cassian, maybe I am trying to impress someone. She has no idea that she’s my mate and even if she did, her father would never let us be together.
I’ve known that she is my mate for almost 2 years, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I have a plan for tonight though, I just need everything to be perfect.
“Okay so here’s the plan.” My dad says, drawing my attention. “It’s a ball, so there will be lots of people dancing around. It will be easy to lose sight of each other, but under no circumstances should we let that happen. Understand?” He says sternly. We all reply with either a yes or a nod. “Great! Now let’s go.” He grabs onto my mothers hand and she grabs mine, winnowing us out.
Loud music fills my ears as people push past me to get to the ballroom, my family and I follow. Over the years coming to these events, I’ve been one of a handful of kids my age. Y/N included. She’s always been the first thing I look for when I get inside. Now as I look around, it takes me no time to find her.
She’s looking around the room as well and finally her eyes land on me. Gods she’s beautiful. Everything about her is stunning. She gives me a big smile and eyes the door to her left. I’m not good at hints, but that one’s pretty obvious, so I gave her a smile back and nod. She walks towards the door and I get a full view of her dress. Dark green, her signature color, with gold lace trims. Her auburn hair is in an intricate braid that’s resting on her right shoulder.
Once she’s inside the door, I count to 60. A full minute might be too much time to make her wait, but I need to be sure my family doesn’t see us together. When I get to 56, I start walking towards the door. I look around to find my parents chatting with other High Lords, Cassian and Nesta dancing together and Azriel standing with his back facing me. Perfect. I pick up my pace and open the door she went through.
It opens into what I assume is a storage room. As I close the door I feel tiny hands wrap around my waist.
“Hey handsome.” She whispers. I spin around in her grasp and put my hands around her waist.
“Hi beautiful.” I pull her close and lift her up to place a kiss on her lips. She moves to wrap her arms around my neck and plays with the back of my hair. I melt when she does this, I love it so much. I can’t control the moan that comes out as she arches her body into mine.
I move to kiss behind her ear, and now it’s her turn to moan. I would give anything to keep that sound on repeat in my head. She continues playing with my hair as I kiss my way down her neck. “Nyx.” She says in my ear in a serious tone, that causes me to stop and look at her face. Scared that I did something wrong, I take a step back. She grabs my hands and has a panicked expression on her face.
“Please don’t leave. I don’t want you to go.” She says. I release a breath and cup her face with my hands.
“Then I won’t.” I promise as I rub my thumbs along her freckle filled cheeks and kiss her again.
She places her head on my chest and I move my hand to cradle the back of her head. “I mean like, ever.” She says and looks up at me. “I don’t ever want to be away from you again.” She starts to cry, I quickly wipe away her tears and pull her closer to me.
I know I need to respond, but I can’t think of what to say. I don’t want to be away from her again either. These past 2 months have been nothing but agony. I want nothing more than to run away with her right now and never return. But we both know we can’t do that. Not yet, anyway. I lift her chin up with my finger and press a quick kiss to her nose which causes her to giggle, just like I wanted.
“I can’t promise you a future, no matter how much I wish I could. What I can promise is the present, and right now I don’t want to do anything but be here with you.” I whisper and she pulls me down into another kiss.
This one is more intense than our previous ones, more needy. I push her up against the wall and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and bites my bottom lip while her fingers begin unbuttoning my shirt.
She gets to the third when the door behind us slams open. I gently drop her to the ground and turn around so she can hide behind me.
“NYX!” I hear my father yell.
“Y/N!” Eris yells from behind him.
My father comes over to me to pull me away from Y/N. Eris rushes over to her and grabs onto her arm. She looks at me scared and it kills me that there’s nothing I can do about it. “Please dad, just let me explain.” She pleads to her father.
“You can explain at the house.” He snarls and winnows her away.
“Noooo!” I fight out of my fathers grasp to try and reach her before they are gone, but it’s too late. I fall to the ground where she was and put my head in my hands.
“Get up Nyx. This is ridiculous.” My father says. I whip my head around and give him the death glare he deserves. “She means nothing to you. She’s the daughter of Autumn, son, she is destined to be your enemy.”
My mom joins me on the floor and rubs my back. “Nyx it will be okay, you’ll find someone else.”
“I don’t want someone else! I want her!” I snap back.
“As long as I’m alive that is never going to happen.” My father hisses. I stand up and move to be face to face with him.
“SHE’S MY MATE!! Did you know that? No, of course you didn’t. She doesn’t even know yet and still she wants to be with me. Do you remember what it was like before mom knew? That’s how I feel right now. It would be nice to have my father be there for me. Why do you think I never told you?” I scream out, he gives me a shocked expression. I bolt past the rest of my family before anyone has a chance to stop me.
Y/N’s POV
I’m still sobbing as I lay on my bed 30 minutes later. When we winnowed home I ran upstairs ignoring anything my father had to say. His knock on my door now is quiet, almost fearful. Good. This conversation isn’t going to be easy for either of us.
“Sweetheart, can I come in?” He asks from behind the door. I don’t respond, hoping he will take the hint and leave me alone. Instead, he pushes my door open and sits beside me on my bed. He breathes a heavy sigh.
“I wanted to apologize.” He starts and I jolt upright. I was NOT expecting that.
“W-what?” I ask, not believing my ears.
He nods. “I wanted to apologize to you. I spoke with Rhysand a couple minutes ago and he told me that you two are mates and I……..” He keeps talking, but nothing he says is registering in my brain.
“M-mates? Nyx and I are mates?” I ask.
“Yeah- oh you didn’t- you didn’t know that?” He asks. I shake my head, still struggling to understand what is happening. He pulls me into a hug and rocks me back and forth.
“Oh I’m so sorry sweetheart. I- I thought you knew.”
“Wait. Does Nyx know?” I sit up and look at him, he nods. I’m thinking over our past interactions trying to put the pieces together. That’s what the pinching was. Was that what he was asking if I felt? Why didn’t he just tell me?
“I really am sorry. It’s just that Nyx is the heir of the Night Court and you are my only daughter. I didn’t want to see you together, but since you are mates we will make it work. I promise.” He says.
“Can I go see him?” I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand.
“Of course you can.” He gives me a smile and winnows me to the Night Court.
I wanted to make myself look presentable after all the crying I just did, but I’m running up to Nyx’s room as soon as we get there. I don’t know how I know which room is his, I just feel it. I stop abruptly outside of his door and I’m about to knock when it swings open.
Standing in front of me is the most stunning male I’ve ever seen. He looks like he’s been crying as much as I have. It breaks my heart to see him like that and based on the look he gives me, he feels the same.
I jump up into his arms and he walks us backwards into his room. He kicks the door closed behind us and walks over to his bed. Nyx gently sets me down on his mattress and kneels before me. I place my hands on either side of his face as he rests his hands over mine.
“We’re mates.” I sob out. He looks scared of what I’m about to say, so I give him a smile to try and ease his nerves. He gives me a shy nod.
“Is that okay with you?”
“It’s perfect.”
He releases a sigh and pulls me into his arms. “We need to talk about some things.” He says.
“I know.” I pull back to look at his beautiful face. “I choose you, Nyx. I will always choose you. I don’t care what our parents think. Even if we live in a shack in the middle of nowhere. I just want to be with you.”
He wipes away my tears and looks at me happily. “Are you sure? Because I could definitely find us a shack in the middle of nowhere.” He jokes while peppering my cheeks with kisses. He rubs away his tears with the back of his hand and gives a soft chuckle.
“What?” I ask, giggling at him.
“Nothing, I just am so fucking happy right now. I don’t really know what to do with myself.” He laughs, but his face changes to show that he’s nervous. “Could you stay tonight?”
“Do you have something I could borrow?” I ask, gesturing down to my very uncomfortable dress. He fumbles around in his closet before returning with an oversized t-shirt and some boxer shorts. Nyx hands them to me and shows me where his bathroom is, leaving me to change.
His shirt fits me like a dress, it comes down so far you can even tell that I’m wearing shorts. I step back into his bedroom and find that he’s already laying down in bed. He pats the space next to him and I giggle as I jump under the covers.
He pulls my back to his front and wraps his arm around my waist. He places a kiss on my shoulder and says “I choose you too. I will always choose you.”
I smile and snuggle closer. “I know.”
I struggle to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of this moment, but I can already tell that this is going to be the best sleep I’ve ever had.
2 YEARS LATER
I stand up from my vanity and head over to my closet to get dressed. Today is Nyx and I’s anniversary and he’s taking me on a date, but he won't tell me where we are going. The only thing he has told me is what to wear. I pick up the beautifully wrapped box and undo the bow to reveal the most stunning dark green dress.
I turn towards the mirror to see myself. Not only do I look beautiful, I feel beautiful. That feeling isn’t a familiar one, but it’s beginning to grow on me. I’m so distracted looking at myself that I don’t notice my mate walking up behind me.
He wraps his large hands around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. “You look gorgeous, darling. Are you ready to go?” He asks and spins me around.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, so let's go before I ruin this new dress you bought me.” I tease and give him a kiss. He chuckles and winnows us away.
We arrive in an empty ballroom and I look over at him questioningly. “I figured we should have another chance at attending a ball together.” He says shyly, taking my hand to lead me towards the dance floor. Suddenly, classical music begins to play and Nyx places a kiss on my knuckles.
“May I have this dance, My Lady?” He asks with a smirk.
“I’d be honored to dance with you, My Lord.” I reply and he pulls me close. My hand finds room on his shoulder as his find my waist. We slowly sway back and forth for a couple of songs before Nyx pulls back.
“Y/N, on this night 2 years ago I promised you something, and I told you that there was another thing that I couldn’t promise you. I’d like to change that tonight.” He begins and I already feel tears building in my eyes.
“Back then I said I couldn’t promise you a future, but that I could promise you the present.” He swallows and moves onto one knee before me, “Y/N Vanserra, I would be honored if you would allow me to promise you a future, our future.” He pulls out a small box from his jacket pocket.
“Will you marry me?”
I throw myself into his arms. “Yes!”
He picks me up and kisses me while we spin around. He grabs onto my left hand and slides the most beautiful ring onto my fourth finger. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, then wipes away my tears with his thumb. “I love you so much, Y/N.”
“I love you too.” I rest my face on his chest as we dance away the night. Our lives may not be perfect, but we chose how to live our lives. We chose each other.
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All That Matters
Nyx x Reader (Eris’ daughter)
Summary: Nyx and Eris’ daughter have known each other their whole lives. With a new alliance forming between the Autumn Court and the Night Court, their hatred towards each other will be challenged as they are forced to grow closer.
Word Count: 6,445
Warning: Swearing
A/N: request by anonymous: “Nyx and Eris' daughter!!!! Idk why but the idea of it is just so exciting for me. Since there dads are friendly (kinda) high lords they've known and seen each other around alot but are enemies to lovers” I love these characters so much! I might make another story with them… something like romeo and juliet maybe??
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The last time my father wanted to see me in his office was when I was being sent away to boarding school. I’m not as naive as I was back then, but I know that whatever he has to tell me, I will have little to no say in. That's how it’s always been and always will be.
Being the only daughter to the High Lord of the Autumn Court, I’m widely considered a spoiled brat who gets everything she asks for, which isn’t necessarily false. But people don’t realize, or don’t even want to realize, that every decision is made for me. What I wear, what I eat, how I talk, how much I talk, what events I go to and who I’m allowed to be seen with.
My older brother is the heir, the golden child, he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants without anyone questioning anything. It pisses me off and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
I take a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves, emphasis on try, then push open the office door. My father has an unreadable expression on his face as he tells me to take a seat.
“Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?”
He’s stalling
“Good morning father, it was alright.”
I take note of his stiff posture, the stacks of documents on his desk and the mountain of crumpled pieces of paper in the garbage can. This can’t be good.
“As you know, it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of our people here in Autumn and sometimes that responsibility falls onto you. Alliances are an important part in ensuring our people are safe, especially in times of war.
“I’ve spoken with my advisers on this matter, but the final decision is mine to make and I’ve decided an alliance with the Night Court is in our best interest.”
I’m not quite sure what any of this has to do with me and my confusion must show on my face because my father elaborates.
“Rhysand, Feyre and I have come to an agreement that you will marry their son Nyx, before the week is out.”
“W-what? Father, you can’t be serious.” This has to be a joke, there is no way he’s actually suggesting I marry that Night Court piece of shit.
Nyx is slightly older than I am, meaning we’ve seen each other at almost every event for our entire lives. He’s never been nice to me, not once. Even when we were really little he was a bully, the type of kid to ‘fall’ off the swing set and then go crying to mommy blaming you for it.
As an adult he’s not any better, walking around like he’s better than everyone and has girls practically falling at his feet when he just looks at them. I don’t blame them though, when you look in his eyes it’s like you’re deep diving in the ocean and will never run out of air. I’ve never seen anything like it and if he ever looked at me the way he does some of them, I don’t even know what I would do.
But he only looks at me with eyes of disgust and hatred, which is fine by me, the feeling is mutual. He might be the most attractive male I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And now I’m marrying him.
“I know it’s out of the blue and a little rushed, but this has to be done, it’s already been decided.”
Right. It’s not like I’m gonna be spending the rest of my immortal life with him, so why does it matter what I think?
“Nyx is okay with this?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“You will be moving to the Night Court with him and when Rhysand and Feyre pass on, you will be expected to rule alongside Nyx and produce an heir.”
There’s nothing I can say or do that will make any of this better, so I just put my head down and shut up. I can, and will, cry my eyes out later.
“Yes, father.”
“Perfect. Now, go and enjoy your day, the weather looks lovely.”
This day is going to be anything but enjoyable. As I make my way back up to my room I pass a couple members of our staff, they must be able to tell that I wish to be left alone because they don’t even make eye contact with me. I’m appreciative of that, I don’t think I could handle sympathy looks right now.
Closing and locking my door behind me, I collapse on the ground and let my tears fall, holding my hand over my mouth to control the noise. I sit like this for hours, at least it feels like hours, and when my tears have finally dried up, I head over to my bathroom. I avoid looking at myself in the mirror, turn the faucet on and start to undress.
Normally, a bath with my favorite soaps will soothe me, but this time it does absolutely nothing. I wait for my fingertips to prune to get out of the tub, then change into my nightgown and head to bed; I just need this day to be over.
“You look lovely, dear.” My stylist asks me to twirl so they can view my whole look. I have to admit, I do look lovely, but none of that matters right now, today is the day where I lose whatever remains of my freedom.
“Can I have a minute with my sister?” My brother slips into the room and I give a small nod to my staff.
“Did you know?” I’ve been curious about this since my father told me, he always talks to my brother first.
“I did.” He looks down, ashamed. “Nyx is a good male, he won’t harm you.”
“You can’t possibly promise me that.” He closes the distance between us and grabs my hand.
“You are my favorite sister, if he even pulls a hair out from your head I will knock a few of his teeth out.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m your only sister and you won’t even be living with me anymore, how will you know if he harms me?”
He cracks a smile and releases my hands. “I have my ways dear sis, I have my ways. If you need to, look at me in the audience, I’ll be in the front row.” He winks and walks back out the door, which is soon opened again by a staff member.
“It’s time, my lady.”
I’m handed a bouquet and suddenly I’m walking towards the altar on a flowered path. I round the corner and I feel about 1,000 pairs of eyes on me so I look down and focus on not falling. I make the mistake of looking up and see Nyx standing there waiting for me. His eyes run over my body and I swear there was a smile on his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a blank stare when we make eye contact.
He extends a hand to help me up the small staircase while a member of my ‘bridal party’ takes my bouquet and fixes my dress. I’m mad at myself for the way my heart beats faster because I know it’s just an act for him to appear like a gentleman. I stare down at our joined hands and zone out for a while until I hear Nyx’s deep voice say “I do.” My eyes jump up to meet his and I realize everyone is waiting for me.
“I do.”
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Fuck. I forgot about this part. Nyx pulls me close and presses his lips to mine. I try not to think about how soft they are or how long this is lasting, but it’s pretty damn hard to do that as his hand moves to the back of my neck and presses me closer.
Is this all for show too?
When he finally pulls away and faces us towards the audience, my eyes search out my brother. He’s watching me with somewhat of a proud expression. I notice Nyx’s family -my new family- looking at us with watchful eyes, that’s not surprising based on the little knowledge I have of these people. I’m surprised Rhysand agreed to this if I’m being honest. The Autumn and Night Courts have never gotten along, but once my grandfather died of ‘natural causes’, Rhysand and my dad became friendly with each other.
Nyx walks me back down the aisle without dropping my hand and then we head off to my new home, the Night Court.
It takes longer than I thought it would to get there, but it might have just been because it was dead silent the whole time. I thought that we would be living in the same house as the rest of Nyx’s family, but apparently we have our own place. Maybe it will be better this way, maybe this will give Nyx and I time to get along.
On the outside it looks like just a small cottage nestled into the mountains, but the inside is incredibly spacious and already filled with everything we will need. Newly renovated kitchen and bathroom, a cozy living room, an office and a bedroom with a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom. A bedroom. Singular.
“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announces while walking past me into the bathroom. Well, that settles that I guess. I change out of my uncomfortable dress and into a large sweater and leggings, then begin to unpack my things. When Nyx re-emerges from the bathroom he has changed as well, trading his tuxedo for a simple cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. I meet him in the hallway and start to ask about what’s next, but he doesn’t let me.
“I don’t care what you do, so long as it doesn’t involve me. I will be gone all day and only return for sleep to appease my parents. Do whatever you want.” He walks out the front door and flys away. Isn’t your wedding supposed to be the happiest day of your life?
I noticed multiple bookshelves when we first arrived, but I didn’t get the chance to see what books were on it. I find one that looks good and sit down on the couch to begin reading.
I didn’t notice the sky getting dark, but as I finish my book my stomach growls and I realize I haven’t eaten since this morning. I go into the kitchen and find a can of chicken noodle soup in one of the cupboards. I grab a pot and start to warm it up. Once it’s at a good temperature, I grab a bowl to pour it in and sit down at the table to eat.
Just as I get up to wash my bowl, Nyx marches through the door. He walks right past me into the bathroom without even a glance. When he comes back out, he plops down on the couch. I sigh and start to get ready for bed. Is this what the rest of my life is gonna be like?
Three days. The same routine for three more days. It’s been almost a full week since our wedding and he’s completely avoiding me.
It’s around dusk when a loud knock sounds at my front door. I mark my place in my book and open the door to find my brother standing there.
“Hey! What are you-“
“Where is he?” He pushes right past me into the house.
“Nyx? He’s. He’s um.”
“You don’t know, do you?” He spins around to face me and I shake my head in embarrassment. “How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”
“Three days.”
“That fucking asshole. Who does he think he is? The fucking king?” He starts to pace around the room and keeps spitting out insults about Nyx.
“Why are you here, brother?” I ask to stop him.
“I told you I’d be checking up on you, I’ve been seeing you doing the same thing everyday. That male has no right to keep you here locked up while he goes out doing mother knows what!”
He’s right. I know he’s right, but why do I feel this urge of protectiveness towards Nyx? He’s probably just busy, right? He’s the heir so he has a bunch of important things to be doing. But all day?
“Don’t worry, I’ll go find him and put an end to this.” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s storming out the door and slamming it behind him.
It’s not until I’m about to go to bed that I hear the front door open. I sit on the bed and listen for footsteps. They stop outside the bedroom door, I hear a sigh and then a light knock.
“Come in.” I call out, Nyx slowly pushes the door open and steps inside. He looks like he just got punched in the face. His left cheek is already starting to bruise and his eyes are red and puffy. Has he been crying?
“Nyx! What happened?” I go to get up but he puts his hand out signially me to stay sitting.
“I’ll be okay, but-“ He takes a deep breath. “We need to talk.” No good conversation ever starts with that phrase.
“Oh- okay. About what?”
“I want to apologize.” He says as he sits down on the bed next to me. I was not expecting that. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. It’s not fair to you and it was wrong for me to treat you that way. I know you have no obligation to accept my apology, but I’d at least like to have the opportunity to start over. If that’s okay with you.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at me.
“Did I do something to make you hate me?”
“No!” He rakes his hand through his hair and sighs. “When we were kids, I was intimidated by you. You had everything I’ve ever wanted, independence, confidence and I hated you for that.” He looks up at me. “I treated you like shit to make myself feel better. It was dumb and I was an idiot and I’m so sorry. I know that this relationship was forced on both of us, but if you would allow me to, I’d like to actually give it a try. I’ve um- I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and for the longest time I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t true. But it is true and I feel like I ruined any chance that we had and I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me anymor-“
“Nyx.” I cut him off and slowly move my hands to grab his, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to. He doesn’t. “I accept your apology. I’m not going to lie, a lot of the things you did hurt me.” I take a deep breath. “But it’s nothing that we can’t work past and I feel like starting over is a great idea.”
I give his hand a slight squeeze and then let go. “Would you like me to grab the first aid kit?” His face has only gotten worse since he came in. He gives me a small nod, I go into the bathroom and come back to hand him the box.
“Thank you.” He whispers and I know he’s not just talking about the kit.
“You’re welcome.”
It’s around time for dinner when I finish putting all my stuff away. I haven’t seen Nyx since we've talked, but I think he’s in the office, so I gently knock on the door and wait for an answer. I hear soft footsteps approach and he slowly opens the door. “I was just wondering if you wanted to eat dinner… with me… soon?”
Nyx looks behind him at the clock on the wall and then steps out into the hallway with me. “Sure.”
I must have been staring at the kitchen for a while because Nyx moves into my vision.
“You’ve never cooked before, have you?”
I shake my head and look down at my hands. “No.” I only know how to heat things up. I’ve never cooked anything so I can already tell this is gonna be embarrassing.
“I can teach you. If you want.” I look up at him, shocked. “My mom, she taught me. It’s not as hard as it seems.” He walks over to one of the cabinets and pulls out a pot. “How do you feel about spaghetti?”
“I think that sounds great.” He gives me a small smile, places the pot on the stove and walks back over to me.
“Okay. Step one, you're going to have to pull your hair up.”I subconsciously reach back to touch my hair.
“Right. I- um. I don’t have a hair tie…” He gets up and walks into the bedroom, then comes back with a scrunchie in hand. I expect him to just hand it to me, but he twirls his finger asking me to turn around. His fingers graze the back of my neck as he picks up my hair and I hold in my shiver. He separates it into three sections and begins braiding. It doesn’t take long before he’s securing the end with the scrunchie and then steps back to view his work.
“T-Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He coughs then steps around me and heads to the stove.
“Step two, boil water.” He picks up the pot, goes to the sink and turns on the faucet. When it’s full he carefully carries it over to the stove and turns on the burner. We stare at it for a while in awkward silence until I hear bubbles popping, which I assume means it’s boiling.
“Step three, noodles.” I remember seeing the box of spaghetti in the pantry when we first arrived, so I go grab it and hand it over to him. He grabs a handful and drops them in the water. “Now we wait.” He says as he puts the box back and grabs a jar of sauce.
It was actually really interesting to see how the noodles slowly fall into the water as they soften up. “How do we know when they are done?”
He looks over at me with a smile on his face and grabs a wooden spoon. “Like this.” He picks up a noodle and throws it at the wall. It falls straight to the ground. “Ah. Needs a couple more minutes.”
“Um… What did you just do?”
“If it sticks, it’s done.”
“Oooooh.”
He laughs. “What did you think I was doing?”
“I honestly have no fucking clue.” Now we’re both laughing and it feels amazing. “Can I try the next one?”
He nods and hands me the spoon. “Go for it.”
I fish around for one in the pot, then fling it onto the wall. It sticks.
“It worked!” I place the spoon back on the counter and turn to face Nyx.
“You didn’t believe me?” He asks, jokingly and grabs a strainer from the drawer behind me. “Can you turn the burner off?” While I do, he dumps out the water leaving just the spaghetti in the strainer. “Okay. Step four, sauce.”
I try to be helpful and open the jar, but I guess I’m not strong enough so Nyx comes over to help me.
“Here, let me.” He opens it on the first try, then pours it over the noodles. “Now we eat.”
I grab two bowls from the cabinet as we head over to the table to eat.
“Thank you for teaching me. I’ve always wanted to learn how to cook.”
“You’re welcome. Spaghetti is pretty easy, next time we can try something a little more difficult if you’d like.” I smile as we continue to eat in comfortable silence. When we’ve finished Nyx offers to do the dishes while I clean up the table. After we’re done we get ready for bed and I come into the bedroom, finding Nyx staring at the bed.
“You don’t have to, anymore.” He looks at me confused. “Sleep on the couch, I mean. The bed is pretty big, so we can share it.” He gives me a small nod and heads into the bathroom.
I’ve already changed into my nightgown by the time he comes back. “Um, because of my wings I have to sleep on my stomach. I hope that’s alright.” I look over to find that he’s shirtless, just wearing loose sweatpants that are basically falling off. My eyes trail over his defined abs and the v-line that leads down to his-. My eyes jump back up and I see that he’s smirking at me. I turn my head away and clear my throat.
“Ye-Yeah that’s fine.” I never thought about how Illyrians sleep, but it makes sense that they can’t sleep on their backs. He pulls back the covers to get in and I follow shortly after.
His wings are tucked in and it looks super uncomfortable. “You can let your wings rest. I won’t mind.” He looks up at me surprised, I give him a small smile and a nod. I lay down on my back and he flares his wings out as we both drift off to sleep.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
I wake up to the light shining in through the window and a heavy weight on top of me. I slowly open my eyes to find a huge wing laying over my chest, then I notice that I’m pinned underneath the body that wing is attached to. We’re Cuddling. Even if I wanted to push Nyx off of me I couldn’t, but for some reason I don’t even bother to try. His face is nuzzled into my neck and he’s wrapped an arm around my waist. He smells so fucking good.
I lay there wide awake for who knows how long before he starts to stir. He wakes with a yawn and hugs me closer. He must realize what he’s doing because he quickly jumps up, scaring the shit out of me.
“Oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ His face is bright red.
“It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” He gives me a nod and heads into the bathroom. I get up to fix the covers on the bed while I wait for him to finish. He comes out with sopping wet hair and a towel thrown loosely around his hips. I hurry into the bathroom before I can do something I’ll absolutely regret later.
I splash cold water on my face about twelve times before I actually begin getting ready.
When I come back out, Nyx is sitting on the bed holding a note. “What’s that?”
“It’s from my mom, she wants us to join them for dinner tonight.” He looks up at me and hands over the letter.
My dearest Nyx and Y/N,
I hope this isn’t too late of notice, but we would really love to see you both at our family dinner tonight. The table isn’t complete without you.
~F.
I sit down and give him the letter back. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can come up with an excuse, it's no big deal.”
“We can go.”
“Something like we have obligations elsewher- wait what did you say?”
I turn my body slightly to face him and lightly chuckle. “I said, we can go. It will be nice to meet your family.” I think. Actually wait on second thought... No, it’s gonna have to happen eventually, might as well get it over with.
“Okay, yeah. We can go. Um, I just feel like I should warn you.” Uh-oh. “My family is different from most, it can be overwhelming. Everyone has very watchful eyes, they will be tracking your every move, especially my uncle Azriel. He has… history with your father and will probably not like you at first. The same thing goes for my aunt Mor, so please don’t be offended if they don’t open up to you right away, it’s nothing personal.”
Nothing personal. I’ve heard stories of the hatred between the Autumn and Night courts, but I normally just have to deal with rude stares or nasty side comments. I’ve never eaten dinner with people who hate me.
He grabs my hand and looks over at me. “If you ever want to leave, just tell me and we'll go. No questions asked.” I nod and slightly smile. I wasn’t nervous before, but now I’m second guessing saying yes. “I promise nothing bad will happen.”
You can’t possibly promise me that.
“I have nothing to wear.” I say standing up.
“That box is addressed to you, from my mom.” He points to a box sitting on the floor that I never noticed. I place it on the bed, undo the ribbon and open the lid. Inside is the most stunning dress I’ve ever seen. Dark, navy blue suede with ¾ length sleeves. Night Court colors. Beneath a layer of tissue paper are matching heels, that thankfully aren’t too high.
Nyx leans over on the bed to peer into the box. “Oh I have something that matches that perfectly!” He runs over to the closet and returns with a suit the exact same shade.
“It’s perfect.” I look up to find him already staring at me.
“Let’s get ready, shall we?”
I brush out my curls to loosen them up a bit and move over to look in the mirror. The dress fits me perfectly, it accentuates my curves but still looks elegant. Unfortunately, even looking as good as I do does absolutely nothing to help my nerves. My hands are slightly shaking and I doubt there is anything I can do to stop it.
“Is there anything I can help with?” Nyx softly knocks on the door, his way of letting me know that I’m taking too long. One glance at the clock behind me says he’s right, we have to leave soon.
I turn around and head towards the door, Nyx has already opened it and is staring at me with an expression I can’t quite determine.
“You- You look beautiful.” His eyes roam over my figure in a way that seems far too intimate, but I love it anyway.
“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I feel my cheeks getting hot, but that’s the least of my worries at the moment. I reach out to take his hand, but hesitate when I see that mine are still shaking. “Are you ready?” I just need to get this over with.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He extends his arm out for me to take and then winnows us off to his parents house.
“Remember, you want to leave and we leave. No questions asked.” Nyx assures me as we walk up the pathway. I give his arm a squeeze as my response because I’m saving all my energy for what’s to come.
He doesn’t knock on the door, just walks right in and the chatter that I heard from on the porch abruptly stops. Silence. Just the sound of my heels clicking on the tile.
Two dark figures round the corner, one shorter than the other but both exude power. I already know who they are before they come into the light.
“Mom, Dad, thank you for inviting us over.” Nyx lets go of my arm to give his parents a hug while I stand by myself awkwardly.
Rhysand breaks away first to greet me. “Y/N, welcome to our home. We’re so glad you could make it.” He gives my hand a slight shake and then escorts me towards what I presume to be the dining room. I’m greeted with seven unhappy faces, each one more angry than the first.
Four females, one who is doing her best to not meet my eyes, one who looks ready to chop my head off, one who looks like she has better places to be and the last one seems to be as terrified as I am. There are two winged males at the table as well, one with long hair who has a watchful gaze and the other who seems to be assessing all the ways he can kill me while these black things float around him. I already hate it here.
“Y/N, these are the members of our family. Mor, Nesta, Amren, Elain, Cassian and Azriel.” Feyre says behind me as I give a smile and take my seat between Nyx and Cassian with Azriel across from me.
“Alright. Now that we’re all here, let’s eat shall we?” Rhysand gives a small gesture towards the table and all the plates are filled with food. I don’t even bother to see what it is, I just need my hands to be doing something before I go crazy, so I begin to eat right away. Everyone else follows suit and it takes about 5 minutes before Feyre breaks the deafening silence. “Have you been enjoying the Night Court since your arrival?”
“I haven’t seen much of it, but what I have seen is beautiful.” I take a small sip of water.
“Oh that’s a pity! Nyx, why haven’t you taken Y/N out to see more?”
“We really haven’t had the time, Mom. We will soon though.” And the game of silence begins again. This time it’s broken by Nesta slamming down her silverware.
“So, Y/N. How is your father doing?”
“Nesta.” Rhysand warns.
“No, I want to know. Because he puts everyone through so much shit just so he can keep living the high life. So tell me, how is ‘Daddy Dearest’?”
I choke on my water slightly while I’m desperately trying to come up with an answer. “I’m not quite sure what you are referring to. My father is well respected in my Court.”
She scoffs. “He is, is he? You don’t even know what happened, do you? What he did to Mor?” Everyone is staring at me now and I have no idea how to respond. I’ve heard that my father and Mor were in a relationship when they were very young, but nothing more. I glance over at Nyx to try and catch his eye, but he’s looking down at his plate.
“I’m sorry, I haven’t been told much of my father’s past.”
I feel a brush of something swimming up my leg, my side, then wrapping around my throat and I suddenly can’t breathe. Azriel stares at me with so much hatred in his eyes, I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner.
“All you Vanserra’s ever do is lie. You know exactly what your father did. Your father hurt Mor, left her for dead, you and your brother are the exact same as him, evil. Why did Nyx have a black eye the other day? Did you honestly think we wouldn’t find out?” Nesta stands up from her seat.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks as my hands grab at my throat, desperate for air. My vision starts to get blurry and then Azriel releases his shadows. I gasp for air and quickly stand up. “Can you excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” I run off crying.
Splashing cold water on my face does absolutely nothing for me. I slowly sink to the floor to sob and sob and sob. No one comes to check on me. No one believes me. Not even Nyx. Why hasn’t he said anything? Done anything? He knows that I wasn’t the one who hurt him, yet he stays silent.
Gods. I feel like the world's biggest idiot. I thought Nyx and I were getting along. He promised nothing bad would happen. I should have known better.
I notice a rather large window that I can easily fit through. So that’s exactly what I do, and then I’m running. I have no idea where I am, but I know where I need to go. Home.
I’m passing through some sort of market and nearly run into someone. I take a second to catch my breath. “Excuse me, sir. Could you please tell me how to get to the Autumn Court?”
The male points me in the direction I need and then I’m off again.
“Y/N!” I stop. I’ve been running through this forest alone for over 3 hours, who is calling out for me? “Y/N! It’s me!”
My brother. He runs right up to me and pulls me in for a hug. “What the fuck are you doing?!!” And that’s all it takes for me to break down again.
“I can’t do it anymore! I don’t care what alliance this marriage brings to father. I can’t be married to him, I just can't!”
“Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Take a deep breath.” He rubs a comforting hand up my back. “I’ll take you back home, okay?” I feel a slight gust of wind and look up to see that I’m in the home I share with Nyx.
“No! Why did you bring me back here? I can’t stay here! I need to go home, back to Autumn!” I start to panic.
“You can’t go back to Autumn. Father will find out and everything will only get worse.” He lightly pushes me down so I sit on the couch and then brings me a glass of water. “I need you to stay here. I will be back to check on you, but you must stay here.”
“I will, thank you.” I’m too tired to argue. Now I’m alone, again. I know Nyx will come home eventually, but I can’t even think about that right now, I just need to go to sleep. I triple check that the doors are locked, then grab every knife from the kitchen and barricade myself in the bedroom.
I wake up to the sound of pounding on the bedroom door. “Y/N! Y/N I know that you’re in there. Please, just come out and talk to me.”
“Go away!” The banging stops and then he’s standing in front of me. “What the fuck? You can’t just winnow in here?” He kneels down on the floor as I sit up.
“Please. I just need to talk with you.”
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. You left me there! You left me there while he was choking me! I trusted you! What happened to ‘we leave whenever I wanted’? What about your promise that nothing bad would happen? Was that a lie too?” I take a deep breath and continue.
“Was everything a lie? Everything you said? How you were sorry, that you wanted to start over and your feelings for me? Everything was a lie!”
“What? No! No, I didn't lie about any of that!”
“Then why didn’t you help me? You sat there and watched me get choked and then never bothered to check on me.”
“I wanted to! But they wouldn’t let me. The minute you left, uncle Az pinned me to the chair with his shadows. I couldn’t get to you.”
Is he lying to me right now? “From the second we walked into that house, you acted like I didn’t exist! Why?”
“Because I was scared.”
“Scared? What could you possibly be scared of?”
“I was scared that my family would find out.”
“FIND OUT WHAT?!?” If he doesn’t get to the fucking point-
“THAT I LOVE YOU!”
“You- you what?”
“I love you. I have for a while, but I thought that you hated me. I figured the only way to be with you was to have an arrangement made, so I asked my dad to-“
He looks at me with wide eyes, he's said too much.
“You asked your dad to do what?” I ask slowly, scared for his answer. He takes in a deep sigh.
“I asked him to ask your dad about arranging a marriage between us. He’s the only one who knows, not even your father. I- I’m sorry. I should have told you.” I take a step back, this can’t be happening. “Y/N, please. Let me explain.”
“No.”
“Please. I understand that I-“
“Nyx. I don’t want you to explain. Just give me an answer to my question. Just one.”
“Anything, I’ll tell you anything.” He’s begging now.
“Do you love me?”
“W-what?”
“Do you love me? Truly love me?”
“Yes! Yes, I love you!” He stands up and faces me. I can’t explain it, but I believe him. Maybe all that running I just did is messing with my head. Him asking his father to arrange our marriage is fucked up and I hate him for it, but I love him too.
“Then kiss me.”
He hesitates for a second and then slowly moves closer to me, giving me enough time to change my mind. Then finally, he places a hand under my chin, closes the distance and he softly places his lips on mine.
His lips are so soft, so gentle, like he’s afraid I’m going to break. My hands find their way to his hair as the kiss deepens. I trail my tongue across his bottom lip causing him to moan and move his hands to my hips.
We break for air and just stare at each other. Our foreheads pressed together, breath mixing between us, eyes searching the others. “I love you, too.” I realize I never said it out loud and based on his reaction, he wasn’t expecting me to. “I don’t want to start over. I just want to keep moving forward.”
“That sounds perfect.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb and gives my forehead a kiss. “Would you like to go to bed?” I nod as my response and he lets me go to pull back the covers. I get in first while he gets undressed.
There is so much we still have to work out. So many difficult conversations we have to have. But as I lay here with my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, I can’t help but smile. I’m looking forward to those conversations. Looking forward to finding out as much as I can about Nyx. Regardless of what his family thinks of me or what mine thinks of him. We’re going to be happy, and to me, that’s all that matters.
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Mom?
Nyx x Reader
Summary: Reader is starting to feel comfortable around her mate's family, perhaps a bit too comfortable. (Reader calls Feyre ‘Mom’ for the first time)
Word Count: 708
Warnings: none :)
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I’ve just finished my last stitch on my embroidery wheel and I hold it out to examine my work. My mate Nyx peeks over my shoulder to look and I quickly move it from his vision.
“Hey! I wanted to see!” He whines in my ear.
“Yeah, well too bad.” I tease, but move over so he can see.
Mor comes into the living room and announces that it’s time for dinner. Nyx offers me his hand to help me stand, he doesn’t drop it as we walk to the dining room.
He pulls my chair out for me and helps me in. I smile at Azriel who’s to my left as Nyx sits down next to me.
Feyre is the last to take her place at the table, walking in with a dish in her hands. “I tried a new recipe, so I won’t be offended if you don’t like it.” She says to the table, but is only looking at Cassian who’s already reaching for whatever she has.
“I’m sure it will be delicious, darling.” Rhys says, pulling her down to her seat gently. They exchange a smile and begin plating the dish for everyone.
I look down at my plate and find it’s my absolute favorite food, chicken parm. I look up quickly to see Feyre smiling at me. She gives me a nod to go and try it.
“Wow mom, this is amazing!” I say after my first bite. As I go for another, I notice the room is extremely quiet. Everyone has stopped eating and is staring at me, some with their mouth hanging open.
I look over to Nyx questioningly, but he’s looking at his mother with wide eyes. Suddenly I realize what I just said and I’m completely mortified.
“I- um. I mean- I.” I stumble through words.
“I’m so glad you like it, honey.” Feyre says, saving me from further embarrassment. I see both Rhysand and Nyx relax their posture and release a sigh. I find myself doing the same.
After that everyone goes back to eating and Nyx places his hand on my thigh. He’s drawing random shapes and I try to guess what they are, his way of calming me down.
Dinner finishes and I get up to help do the dishes. Feyre is at the sink washing and I slow my pace to try and figure out what I want to say. Luckily she beats me to it.
“Please do not worry about what happened, dear.” She says, turning around to face me. “I want you to know that I feel honored that you wish to call me mom. I have been thinking of you as a daughter since you and Nyx mated. I hope you continue to call me that, and I hope you will allow me to call you my daughter as well.” She says with a hopeful look in her eyes.
I race over to give her a hug. “Thank you. For everything.”
“You’re very welcome, darling.” Rhys says from behind us and we turn to face him. Nyx is standing beside him with the stupidest smile on his face and I love it.
“Oh, she’s your darling now?” Mom says teasingly, crossing her arms. I giggle as Nyx moves closer to me and wrap his arm around my waist.
“If she wishes to be my darling, then she will be.” Rhys sends me a wink. I’m tempted to ask if I can call him dad, but I don’t want to push my luck.
“You can.” He says warmly and I slam up my mental shields and try to hide my embarrassment.
Mom and Dad laugh and pull Nyx and I into a hug.
“Can I call Rhys daddy too?” Cassian yells from the living room. We all crack up laughing and Dad rolls his eyes.
“If I ignore him maybe he’ll just go away.” He ‘whispers’.
Nyx tugs gently on my arm to get my attention. “Should we get going?” He asks and I nod. “We will see you later! Thanks for having us over Mom and Dad.” He says.
“Yeah thank you so much for this!” I say as we hug one last time.
“I love you, Mom and Dad.” I say with a huge smile on my face.
“We love you too.” They both reply with the same smile as me.
As Nyx winnows us back to our apartment, I give him a squeeze around his waist, rest my chin on his chest and look up at him. “I could get used to this.” I say.
He wraps his arms around me and places a kiss on my forehead. “So could I.”
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Safe Word
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Sometimes when Az comes home from a mission things can get out of control.
Word Count: 1,679
Warnings: *SMUT*, blood, bruising and cursing
A/N: It’s been a while since I posted and I’m so sorry about that. Life has been crazy lately, but now that things are back to normal (ish) I’ll be posting more regularly. I have a bunch of requests to catch up on so if you requested a while ago and I never posted it I’m sorry! It will be up soon I promise! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this short fic with Az! This is my first time writing smut…. so let me know what you think! <3
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I hear the front door open as I drain my bath water. He’s home. Rushing to meet him, I just grab my robe to put on. Coming down the stairs, I see him in the entryway taking off his shoes.
“Hey Az!” I greet and watch as his stiffened form relaxes at my words.
“Hi beautiful.” He says back, spinning around to face me. When our eyes meet it’s difficult not to notice the fire in his gaze. He walks over to me and I meet him halfway. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a quick kiss.
Well, it was supposed to be a quick kiss, but Azriel had different plans. He pulls at the back of my head exposing my neck to him. He makes his way down my chin to my neck and down to my collarbone. I grab onto his hair and arch my body closer to him. He gives a deep moan and comes back to my lips. He grabs the back of my thighs as my queue to jump up. I cling onto him as he walks us up the stairs. My robe pools around my waist and he releases a moan as he notices how I’m dressed.
“I missed you so much, my love.” He says when we finally break for air.
“I missed you too.” I managed to get out. He smirks, pushing open our bedroom door and tossing me onto the bed. He looks at me with the gaze of a predator, and I’m more than happy to be his prey. I understand exactly what he needs from me. I knew from the moment I saw him at the door.
When Azriel has a bad day on a mission or in training he has multiple different ways to relieve his stress. Most days are just to cuddle up with a book or take a relaxing bath, but on rare occasions he needs to release his frustrations with sex. Today is one of those days.
He hovers over me pulling off my robe. As his scarred hands graze over my skin, I feel a wetness pooling at my core. I reach down and start to undo his belt buckle when he takes over for me. I watch as he flings his leathers onto the floor, never breaking eye contact. I note the obvious bulge in his boxers and pull him down into another searing kiss.
I move my hands down his torso and under his waistband, stroking him teasingly. He grabs my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist.
One second he’s standing up to remove his boxers, the next his mouth is back on my neck. I run my hands through his hair as he makes his way down to my chest, leaving marks that will definitely be there tomorrow.
His shadows creep up and bring my hands above my head pinning them there. He begins massaging one of my breasts and sucks on the other one. His unoccupied hand finds its way to my thighs, slowly circling around where I need him most. He runs his hands through my folds as his thumb plays with my clit. I arch my back off the bed and struggle to pull my hands free from his shadows, desperate to touch him.
He moves back up to kiss my lips, gives himself a few pumps, lines himself up and slams into me. Normally he allows me to adjust to his size, but tonight he just starts pounding. At first it was a bit of a shock, but after a few thrusts I realize I’m just along for the ride.
His pace never slows, if anything he picks up speed. The sound of slapping skin fills my ears and he moves his hands to my waist, holding me down firmly. He’s slamming into me so hard that I’m sliding up the bed towards the headboard. He pulls at my hips to bring me closer to the edge of the bed. His grasp on me only tightens as time goes on, turning my pleasure into pain.
I try to endure it for his sake. I know he needs this -needs me- right now and I can’t bring myself to stop it.
“Fuck.” He moans in my ear. “You feel so good.”
I kiss his shoulder as my response, but as tears fill my vision I know it’s getting to be too much.
I realize that I’m not wet anymore. Making this much, much worse. I can endure the pain from his hold on my hips, but every thrust feels like sandpaper scraping my insides.
He adjusts his grip on my waist and thrusts faster and harder. He’s getting close, and I tell myself if I can just stick it out for a little longer it will be okay.
The pain becomes too overwhelming and that has me do what I never thought I would need to do.
“RED!”
Azriel immediately stops his motions and looks at me stunned. “What’s wrong?!? Are you okay?!?” He asks looking frantic.
“I’ll be okay, I just need to stop. I’m sorry.” I sob, wiping away my tears.
“Do not apologize. Ever. Can I pull out?” He questions. I give him a small nod. He slowly pulls out of me and releases his hold on my waist. His shadows also release their hold on my wrists, giving my arms light kisses as they go back towards Az. He kneels before me and we both take note of the visible marks he left behind and the trail of blood seeping out of me.
“No. No no no no no.” He says mostly to himself, pulling at his hair. “Fuck. Oh my gods I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry dove, I- I don’t even know what happened.”
“Azzy, It’s oka-“
“Don’t. Do not tell me it’s okay.” He cuts me off, running off to the bathroom. As he gets up I notice his painfully hard cock. He was about to cum, and I ruined it. It looks so painful for him and I feel terrible for essentially blue balling my mate.
He returns with an entire first aid kit and a wet rag. He gently spreads my legs and begins wiping me clean. I can tell by his clenched jaw that he’s beating himself up in his head. I want to say something but nothing I could say will help this situation, so I remain quiet.
When he’s done cleaning the blood off of me, he rummages through the first aid kit looking for something. He pulls out a tube that I don’t recognize, meets my confused gaze and says, “I asked Madja for this when we first became mates. It helps to heal cuts on the inside, I can do it… if you're okay with that.” He looks at me with eyes filled with sorrow and I give him a small nod.
He sighs and twists the cap off the tube and squeezes some onto his fingers. He scoots closer to me and I spread my legs as far as I can for him. He clenches his jaw again and slowly pushes two fingers into me. I hold back my gasp as he moves them around to coat my walls. He pulls out and wipes them off on the rag.
He climbs back up on the bed and reaches over to pull me into his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder and grab his free hand to play with. Rocking me back and forth, he rubs a soothing hand down my spine.
After a while like this, he lifts me up and pulls back the covers of our bed. He lays me down and then climbs in next to me. I snuggle up into his chest and he puts his arms around me. “Az, it’s not your fault. We have a safe word for a reason. I should have used it sooner, so if anyone’s to blame it’s me.” I whisper and feel him stiffen underneath me.
“I’m your mate. The person you’re supposed to trust, the person who should never harm you. You’re the love of my life, I’ve waited centuries for you and I fucked that all up tonight. I know we have a safe word, but you should never have to use it with me. It’s my job to keep you safe, but I didn’t even keep you safe from myself.” He sobs.
I shoot up into a sitting position to look at him fully. Azriel does not cry, ever. Yet here he is, my mate, crying because he thinks he hurt me. I place my hands on either side of his face and look him dead in the eyes.
“Azriel. I love you so gods damned much. I do trust you, fully. After I said the safe word you immediately stopped. You stopped when you were about to orgasm. That shows me how selfless you are. Not all males would do that, but you did.” I kiss away his tears and continue.
“I never knew what it felt like to feel safe until I met you. You are the only person who puts me first and that means the world to me. I will never be able to repay you for all the times you’ve saved me. I love you Azriel and what happened here tonight doesn’t change that.”
He nods his head and I wipe the rest of his tears away then place a soft kiss on his forehead.
I slowly lay back down and pull him into my arms. This is my favorite way to sleep and I think it’s his too. Az nuzzles his head into my neck and I let my fingers play with his hair, lightly scratching his scalp like I know he loves. He places a kiss on my shoulder and flares out his wings to shield us from the world.
I’m drifting off to sleep as I hear a whisper so quiet I barely hear it.
“I love you too.”
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Jealousy
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Reader is tired of pinning after Az when he’s fallen for 3 different girls and none of them are her.
Warnings: Swearing, sexual talk
Word Count: 1,658
A/N: This one is based on this ask! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!!
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I’ve known the Inner Circle of the Night Court for centuries, some think of me as an honorary member. Mor and I grew up together, I’ve known her my whole life. When she finally invited me to Velaris, I met him. Azriel, a.k.a the spymaster, and Mother, was he perfect. The only problem was he was hopelessly in love with my best friend.
As the years went on I fell hopelessly in love with him. I would cherish every moment we spent together. I thought he was starting to get over Mor, and that maybe he could be interested in me. But then the Archeron sisters showed up.
Watching Rhys and Cassian fall for their mates was amazing to watch. Feyre and Nesta were perfect matches for them. I could tell Elain liked Az, I mean who wouldn’t. What was hard was watching him fall for her.
Everyday was torture. I knew Az would never like me the way I like him, but it was still hard.
Now with Mor and Elain out of the picture, Gwyn has waltzed in. The problem with that was that she is so damn nice, I can’t hate her no matter how hard I try. She would be perfect for him and it’s obvious she thinks so too.
As we sit down for family dinner, I leave a seat open next to me for Az to sit. Of course he doesn’t, he chooses to sit next to Gwyn who gives him googly eyes every time he walks by.
Mor ends up sitting next to me and gives me a sad smile. I told her years ago about my feelings for Azriel. She tried to convince me to confess to him, but I didn’t want to ruin what friendship we had left.
Az and I used to train with each other every morning. After the war, I thought that would continue, but now he trains with Gwyn. He hardly talks to me anymore, barely looks at me.
I try my best to concentrate on eating, but I hear giggles coming from Gwyn. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Az giggles back. He actually giggles at her.
I stab my fork into my steak a little too hard, causing the whole table to look up at me, including him.
“Y/N? Is everything alright?” Rhys asks me.
I clear my throat and look down at my plate. “Yeah, everything’s wonderful.” I spit out. Now I remember I’m not hungry, so I stand up and head up to my room.
When I walk past Azriel, I see him trying to get my attention but I keep on walking.
Laying down on my bed, I hear a soft knock on my door.
“Y/N? Can I come in?” Mor asks quietly. When I don’t respond she slowly opens the door. “Wanna go out to Rita’s?”
“What?” I ask, dumbfounded. “How is Rita's your solution to everything?”
She laughs as she sits down next to me. “Because it works. Now come on Missy. Let’s go find you a one night stand.”
I look up at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“You heard me!” She pulls me up and walks me over to my closet. “You need to clear your mind for a night. Let loose. Oh! This dress is perfect!” She turns to me holding up a skimpy black dress.
“Mor…. I can’t wear that.”
“Sure you can! You just have to unzip the back, then step into it, put your arms through the holes and then boom! You’re wearing it!” She laughs and hands me the dress. “I’ll leave you to change. Meet me in my room so I can do your makeup!” She yells over her shoulder before shutting the door. Great looks like I’m going to Rita’s.
When I look at myself in Mor’s mirror, I almost can’t recognize myself. “Woah. I look….”
“I believe the word you are looking for is hot. You look hot!” Mor did my makeup perfectly, nothing too crazy, just enough to bring out my features. The dress she picked out is a perfect fit. It hugs all my curves beautifully and shows just the right amount of cleavage. It also has an open back and ends just above my knees.
“Alright!! Let’s go have some fun!” Mor grabs ahold of my hand before winnowing us over to Rita’s.
It’s not as packed as I thought it was going to be, but it’s still really busy. “What about that guy over there?” Mor yells over the loud music. She’s been pointing out potential hookups since we got here. This one she’s pointing to is already looking over at us. “OMG he’s coming over to you! Act cool.”
“Hello ladies. You look like you could use a dancing partner.” The male says to me, holding his hand out. I look over to Mor and see that she’s already gone, of course she is..
I turn back to my new dance partner and grab onto his hand as he pulls me to the dance floor. I’m trying not to focus on how low his hand is as we sway to the music.
“What’s your name?” He asks as a slower song starts to play.
“Y/N. What’s yours?”
“Nikolas.” He responds, I place my hands around his neck as we lean into each other a bit more. “Well Y/N, how about we get out of here, head back to my place?”
“I’d like that.” I look up and give him a smile. He takes one of my hands and leads me towards the door, and I look around to find Mor. I finally find her by the bar and she gives me a wink before turning back to her drink.
As we step outside, I shiver a little bit because of the cold. Nikolas takes off his jacket and places it around my shoulders, leaving his hand there as well. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He asks.
I look up at him and he leans down and kisses me. For a second I just stand there, but then I kiss him back and wrap my arms around his neck. I begin playing with his hair as he lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
“Nikolas,” I say when we break for a breath. “I’m on a tonic.”
“Me too.” He replies. We go back to kissing and then I feel a gust of wind behind me. Nikolas lets go of my legs and I drop to the ground.
“What the fuck?” I hear Nikolas yell at someone. I look up and see Azriel pushing Nikolas up against a wall. Shadows are wrapped too tight around his neck. I can see his face turning purple.
“You do not touch her, do not look at her, do not even think about her. Got it?” Az grits his teeth. “She is mine. And if I ever see you near her again, I will gut you out and wrap your intestines around a flagpole.” Az finishes as he pushes Nikolas down on the ground. He gets up quickly and runs away.
“Az, what the fuck?” I yell out. He turns to face me and I can see that he is still fuming. “What the hell do you mean I’m yours?” I ask when I finally comprehend what he just said.
His eyes soften as he starts to walk closer. “I- I love you Y/N. I have for a while.” He whispers.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I ask, taking a step back. “You- you love me? But- But what about Gwyn?”
“What about Gwyn?” He counters. “It’s you that I want, it’s always been you.” He closes the distance between us and moves a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Cassian told me everything.”
“Cassian? But….. Mor must have told him.” I look down in embarrassment. He lifts my head up with a finger under my chin.
“I’m sorry I’ve been too stupid to notice. I thought that since you are best friends with Mor, that you wouldn’t like me for pinning after her.” He confesses. “I wanted to tell you how I felt before the war, but then everything happened and the timing was never right.”
“So you’re not dating Gwyn?”
“No! I never dated Gwyn. She’s a nice female, but she’s just a friend.”
“And Elain?”
He sighs. “I thought I liked Elain, but I figured out I just liked the fact that she liked me. I like you Y/N, I choose you. If you’ll have me.” He cups my cheek.
“Azriel, of course I’ll have you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” He wipes away one of my tears.
“Why are you crying then?”
“Because,” I sniffle. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“It’s happening.” He leans in closer. “Y/N? Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
His lips feel even better than I’ve ever imagined they would. It’s like we were molded for each other. The kiss is saying everything we can’t with words. I feel his love for me and I can tell he feels mine back.
When we break away for air, he leans his forehead on mine. I jump when someone behind us suddenly starts clapping. Az holds me close as we look over to our audience.
“That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen in my entire existence.” Cassian fake cries. “And to think, it’s all because of me!”
Rhys grabs a box of tissues out of thin air and hands it over to Cas. “Here brother, you look like you need these.” He laughs. Cassian takes one from the box and loudly blows his nose. I laugh and look back up to Az. He looks down at me, also laughing.
“Well, my love, would you like to go home?”
“Yes, please.”
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#azriel#cassian#feyre#mor#nesta#rhys#Rhysand#Elain#Gwyn#shadowsinger#shadowsinger x reader#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x reader
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Heyyyy how are you?? It's me again
Hmm I don't know if you write for other characters... i hope so, if the answer is positive, could you write something for azriel??
like, for example, the reader jealous of him with Gwyneth
Thanks you!!
remembering, of course, GREAT your Nyx writing
Hey!! I’m great, how are you?? I love that idea!! I just posted an Az x reader fic, but my next one will definitely be of this!! <3<3
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Experiment
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Az is gone on a mission and two people from the past decide to pay the reader a visit to do some experiments…..
Warnings: fire, blood, swearing
Word Count: 4,258
A/N: Here’s my first Az fic! This one’s really angsty with a hint of fluff. Thanks for reading!!! I hope you like it! <3
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The morning sunshine wakes me up before my alarm. I roll over to my mate's side of bed to snuggle into his warmth, but I only find a cold and empty spot. He’s gone. Well, not gone, he’s out on a mission. Has been for a while.
Something about making sure the Autumn Court is sticking to our agreement, at least that’s what I remember him telling me. That was 2 weeks ago, Az has been gone for 2 whole weeks.
I know not to worry, he’s literally the spymaster of the Night Court. But he’s also my best friend, my mate, and every second he’s not with me I don’t feel like myself.
Our family has been trying to cheer me up, it’s not really working but I still appreciate it. Feyre took me to a painting class, which I was actually really excited for! That was before the instructor told us to paint what we envision our future to look like, then I wasn’t so excited.
He’s never been away this long before, and if he was sent on a longer mission, he took me with him. This one I wasn’t allowed to come along, Azriel said so himself. I tried not to feel upset that he didn’t want me there, because I know he’s doing it to protect me. The Autumn Court is not exactly the safest place right now, especially for the mate of the Night Court’s spymaster.
With a grunt I roll out of bed, not interested in facing this day at all. I stumble over to the bathroom and try not to look at myself in the mirror. I know I look awful. It’s hard enough to get out of bed most days, let alone take care of myself.
Turning on the water in the bathtub, I let it burn my skin before turning it colder. Washing myself with his soaps has always been a comfort for me. Surrounding myself with things that smell of him is the only reason I survive when he’s gone. The bond between us has been gray since he left. I know that he has to close it when he leaves, but it still hurts every time I look at it.
Once the water has gone cold and my fingers start to prune is when I decide to get out. I reach over and grab his robe, it drags on the floor as I wrap it around myself. Getting dressed in our closet, I pick out an actual outfit instead of just something of Azriel’s to sleep in. The plan today is to try to leave the house and go grocery shopping. I’ve been struggling to make things to eat with whatever scraps we have lying around.
Azriel and I live on the outskirts of Velaris, away from most people. We picked this house for privacy, but that also means that most stores are like 20 miles away. That’s fine when you have an Illyrian mate with huge wings, but when he’s not here I have to walk into town.
Finally picking out a decent outfit, black leggings and a huge oversized cream sweater. It was a gift Azriel got from Mor a couple Starfall’s ago, but she bought it without looking for wing holes, now it’s mine. It doesn’t smell like him though, so I walk over to our dresser, grab his cologne and spritz a little of it on me.
Next I move onto my hair, or should I say rats nest. Ripping out a few chunks as I struggle to brush it, I quickly braid it back out of my face. Once I’m satisfied with my appearance, I head out of the house to finally find something to eat.
About 20 minutes into my walk I hear a pair of footsteps behind me. Trying to nonchalantly look and see who it is, I see a hooded figure about 10 feet behind me. I break out into a jog, attempting to put some distance between us and I hear their footsteps pick up the pace with me.
As I’m rounding a corner, another hooded figure comes out in front of me. I stop dead in my tracks, nowhere to go. “Don’t try anything stupid.” The one in front of me says. “This will all be over soon.”
I’m about to respond when a white powder is thrown over me. Faebane. Screaming out to Rhys in my mind, hoping, praying, that he can hear me. The last thing I remember was being picked up in someone’s arms and them saying, “Not so strong without your spymaster, aren’t you?”
Then everything went black.
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I’m jolted awake by a bucket of water splashing on me. I try to move my arms, but soon realize that they are tied together so tight I can’t move a muscle. “Thank you for joining us, my dear.” My captor says. I pry my eyes open and look at my surroundings.
I’m in some kind of basement, a cell, the only door I see is behind a wall of metal bars. My hair is yanked to force my head up, and I see the person's face for the first time.
“Well aren’t you pretty, looks like our step brother has done something right for once.” Step brother? Are these… Azriel’s step brothers?
“What do you want?” I spit out trying not to show how scared I am. These are the people who put Azriel in the most excruciating pain he’s ever been in, the people who caused the scars on his hands.
Out of the corner of my eye I see another person walk into the light. When I can finally see both faces, the one gripping my hair throws me back down on the ground. ”What do we want?” The one in the back laughs. “We want to do a little experiment.” With every word they speak I can feel my heartbeat growing faster. I’m realizing that there’s no getting out of this situation without being hurt.
“You see, when we found out our little brother had a mate, we wanted to put that bond between you to the test. So we came up with a plan: wait for Azriel to leave for a mission, capture you, and then do our experiment here. Only problem was that your special Highlord placed wards on your house so we had to wait until you left the house. And for whatever reason, you decided to stay inside for two weeks, only leaving while accompanied by your Highlady.”
“Today is finally the day brother,” He says, looking over to the other one. “Let’s say that step one is completed, and move on to step two.” He looks at me again while the other brother leaves the room.
“Now, here’s where you come in. I’m sure Azriel has told you of our first experiment with him about 500 years or so ago.” He brings over a chair and sits down in front of me. “Well we’re going to recreate that today, but with a twist.” The other brother comes back with a bucket and a book of matches.
I swallow the lump in my throat and try once again to call out to Rhys for help, but the faebane must not be out of my system yet. With Az gone they rarely check on me, so they won’t notice I’m missing. Fabulous.
“Oh sweetie, don’t be scared! Your precious mate went through this exact same thing. Now, we could make this quick, but we really don’t want to. I understand you’re not fully High Fae, so I am interested to see how your healing properties work. Let’s begin shall we?” He gestures over to the brother holding the bucket to come over.
My heart is now beating so loud, I bet they can hear it. Running out of options, I try the only thing I can think of. Begging. “Please. You don’t want to do this. If- if I die, Azriel will hunt you down and torture you for years before he kills you.”
They both laugh. The one with the bucket sets it down in front of me and I can smell what’s in it. Gasoline. He grabs my chin so I look up at him. “That’s a lot of confidence you have in him. Who’s to say he’ll ever find your body? We plan on keeping you here for our… uses… for a while, my dear.” He lets go of my chin roughly and reaches behind him to grab his knife.
“First thing to go is gonna be these awful clothes.” He says as he uses his knife to cut away at my sweater, leaving me in just a bra from the waist up. I can feel cuts on my chest drip with blood, he wasn’t careful with cutting it off. “Alright, now that that’s taken care of, let’s get started.”
Now I’m terrified. I never got to say goodbye to my family, never got to say goodbye to Az. “Wh-what kind of experiment are you gonna do?” I try stalling.
“We wanna see if your mating bond will transfer your pain over to Azriel. And then if he has the power to figure out your location from the bond as well. Since Azriel has been through our first experiment, he should recognize the pain you feel.” He stays standing up and pushing his chair away.
“W-well with the faebane in my system, the b-bond won’t feel anything. N-not until it w-wears off.” I struggle to get out, shaking because of the freezing temperatures. The brothers look at each other.
“I thought you didn’t use that much?”
“I didn’t!”
“I can still smell it on her! Now we have to wait even longer!” They argue back and forth. “Okay, we’ll be back in about an hour. Let’s hope it wears off by then.” He says as they both leave, locking the door behind them.
I feel tears start to pool in my eyes, and as they fall down my face they freeze on my cold skin. Trying to think of what Az would do in this situation, I realize he was in this situation. Granted he was a boy, but still, he’s been tortured by these same people and couldn’t escape. So why should I even bother trying. I’m still thinking of a plan as I feel my eyes grow heavy and my heart beat unnaturally slow. Then everything goes black, again.
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Azriel’s POV
Finally finished with my mission, I make a mental note to beat the shit out of Rhys. ‘It’s a simple mission, shouldn’t take too long’ he said to me, what a lie that was. What should have only been 3 to 4 days turned into 2 weeks. Flying back home from Autumn I only want one thing, my mate. She’s all I could think about while I was gone.
I reach the front steps of our house and open up my end of our bond. Normally, she would feel me and come running down to meet me outside. Maybe she’s asleep.
I unlock the door and my shadows go searching the house. They come flying back informing me that she’s not here.
Deciding that she must be out with Feyre, I head over to the House of Wind to debrief with Rhys and Cassian. Walking in I see Feyre, Nesta and Mor playing with Nyx on the floor in the living room. “Hey Az! You’re back!” Feyre jumps up to greet me. “Where’s y/n?” She asks.
“I thought she was with you?” I replied. “I was just at our house and she wasn’t there. I figured she’d be here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Az, but I haven’t seen her since last week.” Mor says standing up.
“Last week? Have any of you seen her since then?” I ask the room. Just then Rhys and Cassian come walking in.
“Hey brother, welcome back. Wanna head to the office to debrief with us?”
“Have you guys seen y/n recently?” Feyre asks her mate.
“No. I haven’t seen her in a while actually. Why? Is everything okay?”
“She wasn’t at our house just now and I came here because this is where I thought she would be. I opened up my end of the bond again but hers is still closed.” I say, now pacing the room.
“Az, I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s just out shopping or something. Why don’t we come to the office, I’m sure she’ll turn up before we’re done.” Rhys stops my pacing with a hand on my shoulder. “Come on brother, let’s go discuss your mission.”
Deciding that he’s probably right and that she’s probably just shopping, I follow my brothers into Rhys’ office to debrief them on my mission.
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Reader’s POV
Once again I’m woken up by water thrown on my face. It stings when it gets into the cuts littering my body which have somehow multiplied since I was last awake. “Welcome back, darling.” One of the brothers says. “Hopefully your system is all clear of faebane, so we can begin our experiment.” The second brother comes up behind him holding the bucket and match book again. He stands in front of me with an evil grin on his face. “This may hurt a little.” He laughs and then pours the bucket of gasoline all over my hands. My heart rate picks up as he now holds up a match.
“Please. Please don’t do this. I’ll do anything.” I plead. They don’t even respond, they just light the match.
I’ve felt pain before in my life, but nothing has ever compared to this. I watch the match fall onto my hands in slow motion and the only thing I can do is scream. I try to put out the fire, but I’m fully strapped to a chair now and I can’t move anywhere. The pain is getting so unbearable, I feel my skin melting away. I hear the metal bars slam shut as the brothers move to the other side of the cage to watch. I’m crying out for mercy, for Azriel, for Rhys, for anybody.
“No one’s gonna help you honey!”
“Looks like your mating bond doesn’t do shit!”
They laugh as I scream louder and louder. Praying to anyone who will listen, wishing that this ends soon.
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Azriel’s POV
Sitting in Rhys’ office, I get a weird feeling in my chest. I try my best to ignore it, but a few moments later I feel an excruciating pain in my hands. Screaming out for it to stop, Rhys and Cassian both come rushing over.
“Az! Az! What is it? What’s wrong?” Rhys asks, standing over me.
“My- my hands!” I cry out. I lift up my hands to show them and see that there’s nothing on them, nothing causing the pain.
“What? What’s wrong with your hands??” Cassian tries to keep me from collapsing. I can’t respond because another wave of pain courses through me, this time in my chest. I feel y/n’s side of the mating bond open and I immediately fall down on the ground. The familiar pain in my hands tells me everything I need to know. Somehow, someway, someone is hurting my mate in the same way I was. And I know exactly who that someone is.
“Az, she’s reaching out to me! I don’t think she can hear me, but she’s talking to me.” Rhys says, leaning over beside me. “Can you tell where she is? All I can see is a cell, I- I can’t see anything else.”
The only thing I can do is nod my head in response as I shoot up and fly out the open window. Not caring if my brothers are following me, although I’m sure they are. My only thought is to get to my y/n, now.
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Reader’s POV
Just as the fire is about to die out, one of the brothers comes back in the room and dumps more gasoline on my hands, igniting the fire once again. He retreats back behind the bars as I scream my head off. Any hope of being saved has gone out the window. No one probably even knows I’m missing, let alone looking to find me. I’ve opened my end of our bond in hopes Az can feel me, but I can’t even tell if his side is open or not.
Just when I’m about to give into the urge to let go, I hear a blast against the wall of the cell. I struggle to see through my tears, but I can see 3 winged figures coming in from the hole in the wall. I feel a cooling presence creep up to my hands and extinguish the flame. When I can finally look up again, I see two of the new winged males taking away my captors and the third winged male comes over to me slowly.
“Please, help me.” I whisper to the mystery male. “I don’t wanna die.” He comes closer and unties the straps holding me down then lifts me into his arms. As he holds me I immediately know who it is. “Az? I-Is that you?”
“It’s me little dove, just hold on, okay? I’m gonna get you out of here, just don’t close your eyes. Keep looking at me, don’t stop looking at me.” He says while soothing my hair back. I didn’t even realize we started flying until I felt the wind against my burns. “Az, I-It hurts so bad.”
“I know, I know it does. You’re gonna be alright, love. You just gotta hold on a little while longer, okay? We’re almost there.” His voice sounds hoarse like he’s been screaming as well. He picks up speed and the gust of wind makes my hands burn even worse. It gets harder and harder to keep my eyes open.
“I love you, Azriel.” I say, as the world goes black.
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“She should be awake by now, something’s wrong.”
“Az, she’s fine, just give her some time. She’ll wake up soon”
I hear muffled voices say around me. Without even opening my eyes, I know where I am. Home. I can feel my hands are in bandages, so tight I can’t move them. I hear a door close and then somebody sits down next to me.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I-I’ll never be able to forgive myself. I promised to keep you safe and then this happens. I just want you to be okay, please just be okay.” Azriel whispers. I can tell he’s crying now and all I want to do is hold him. I realize that his end of the bond is now wide open, so I send a rush of the love I feel for him down. I hear him gasp. “Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?” He asks.
I struggle to open my eyes, but I finally do. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the lighting, and then I see him. My mate, looking like he hasn’t left my side since I’ve been here. “Hey.” I managed to say. He places my face between his hands and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I love you so fucking much.” He whispers. “I’m so, so, so sorry that this happened to you, my love. I will do everything I can to make it right.” He leans back and looks into my eyes.
“I love you so fucking much too. I’m sorry that I gave up-“
“No. Do not say you’re sorry. Never say you’re sorry. Never.” He cuts me off.
“How long was I out?” I change the subject, arguing right now doesn’t feel like the best idea.
“Five days. I’ve been here the whole time.” He says. I move over a little bit to make room for him to be on the bed next to me. “Sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please. I just need you to hold me.” I plead.
He slowly leans over to lay down beside me. “You know I can’t say no when you look at me like that.” He laughs as he pulls me into his arms. I bring my bandaged hands between us so I can snuggle into his chest more. He gently grabs one and places a kiss on my bandaged knuckles.
I bury my head into his neck and he places his chin on the crown of my head. “Madja says that she may be able to remove some of the scars with a tonic.” I take a second to think.
“Do you want me to try it? I know how you feel about your hands, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”
“Look at me.” He pulls back and lifts my chin up so our eyes meet. “You could never make me uncomfortable. I will always be here for you, for as long as you want me around.” He gently presses his lips to mine in a loving and tender kiss. After we pull away, I sink back down into his chest and fall asleep. I’m finally right where I belong.
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I walk into Madja’s clinic with Az right behind me. It’s been about 3 days since I woke up and I’m tired of these bandages.
“Hello!” Madja greets us. “Okay, let’s take a look at those hands.”
Az helps me hop up onto the counter and then stands next to me. He places a hand on my knee and comfortingly smooths my skin with his thumb. As she cuts away the wrapping, Azriel freezes. I look over at him to avoid seeing my hands. When all the bandages are off, his eyes start welling with tears.
“Well my dear, it looks a little worse than I would have hoped. It should be mostly healed by now.” Madja examines my hands.
My eyes widen at her words and I slowly look down. I can barely even recognize my own hands. The skin has been completely melted off and has been taken down to the muscle. Pus and blood are oozing out and even my fingerprints are gone. Gasping, I look back up to Azriel and find him already looking at me.
“Is there anything you can do?” He asks Madja. She gives a sigh and rummages around in the cabinets behind her. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Az wiped my tears away. He places a kiss into my hair and wraps an arm around my waist.
Madja returns with a glass bottle in her hand. “The only thing I can think of is this.” She says holding up the bottle. “It’s a little strong so it will be painful to apply, but it will help it heal faster.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and look up to Az. “Whatever you wanna do, little dove. Whatever you wanna do.” He says rubbing circles on my back.
I sigh heavily and nod to Madja. She gives me a sympathetic smile back and gently grabs my wrist to pull it closer to her. I squeeze my eyes shut as I anticipate the pain. The first drop onto my hands causes me to flinch away and scream.
“Y/N, I need you to stay still for me to be able to do this. Azriel you might have to hold her down.” Madja looks up at him. He places a kiss on my forehead and reaches over to grasp my wrists.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He cries. I bite down on my scream when she pours the liquid again. I put my head down on Az’s arm that stretched in front of me.
“Make it stop! Please stop! I-I can’t take it anymore!” I cry out.
“I know, I’m so sorry. She’s almost done. You can do this.”
After what feels like a lifetime, Madja finishes and wraps my hands back up. When she leaves, Az pulls me into a hug.
“Thank you, Az. I-I don’t know what I would do without you.” I move to kiss his cheek, but he backs up.
“This happened to you because of me. You’re in pain because of me!”
“Hey, don’t say that. That’s not true-“
“It is y/n. It is true. This only happened because of us, because of who you are to me.” He yells.
“Azriel. Come over here.” He slowly walks to stand between my knees. I put my arms around his waist and he does the same. “I love you. This is not your fault. It’s not my fault, it’s not Rhys’ fault. Your step brothers are at fault. This happened because of them, because of their sick and twisted minds. Don’t you ever blame yourself for this. Ever.”
He sighs and kisses my head. After a while of silently embracing each other, I ask the question that’s been on my mind since I woke up. “What happened to them?” I feel him stiffen around me.
“They’re still alive, for now. Rhys and Cas put them in my chamber in Hewn City. I wanted to wait to see what you wanted me to do.” He starts to smooth a comforting hand up and down my back. I place a kiss onto his collarbone in thanks and pull back to see his face.
“Well, I told them that you would ‘torture them for years before you kill them’ so… make them suffer… for as long as possible.”
He smirks down at me and places his lips on mine.
“That’s my mate.”
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#azriel#cassian#feyre#mor#nesta#nyx#rhys#rhysand#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#shadowsinger#shadowsinger x reader
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Dream Girl part 3
Nyx x Reader
Summary: Y/N’s first family dinner, a tour of Velaris, and Starfall!
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 3,781
A/N: Here’s the last part of Dream girl! I hope you guys liked this story! Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned for more from me!
part 1 part 2
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*knock* *knock*
“Y/N? It’s Nyx. Can I come in?”
She sends a shadow to open the door for Nyx. When he comes in, he sees her sitting on the bed with a pile of clothes surrounding her.
Slowly making his way over to her, he takes a look around. She’s unpacked almost everything, even hung up a few pieces of her artwork. Nyx crouches in front of her and places his hands on her knees.
“Is everything alright? Why aren’t you ready for dinner?” He asks lifting a hand up to put a piece of hair behind her ear.
Finally meeting his gaze, Y/N shakes her head. He gives her hand a squeeze of encouragement. She sighs, “I have nothing to wear.”
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with what you have on?” He says looking over her outfit. She’s changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized cream colored sweater with matching fuzzy socks.
“This? I can’t wear this! You saw what everyone was wearing when we first came in. I- I have to wear something nice but- but…” Y/N gets up and starts pacing around the room. Nyx is quick to follow after her, pulling her in for a hug.
“Sweetheart, you look absolutely perfect in what you're wearing. I promise you those goofballs downstairs do not care. But if you really want to wear something nice…. just give me one second. I’ll be right back!!” Nyx yells as he is running out the door.
Y/N takes this minute alone to go fix up her makeup in the bathroom. She uses a q-tip to fix her smudged eyeliner and mascara. Brushing out her hair and pulls it back in a simple loose dutch braid. When she’s finished, her shadows alert her of Nyx’s arrival.
“Y/N?”
“Come in!”
Nyx walks back in holding up a stunning deep purple dress and matching accessories. “I hope you like this dress, my grandmother made it a while ago. I- I don’t know if you like the color purple.. and I don’t know if it’s your size… but I think it would look good on you-“
“Oh my, Nyx! It’s beautiful! I'll go and try it on right now!!” Y/N says taking the dress from Nyx and pushing him out. A few minutes later, she peeks her head out the door and sees Nyx sitting on the bed. “Could you help me with the back?” She asks sheepishly.
“Of course.” He says, standing up and walking towards the door. When he gets in the bathroom, Y/N is facing him holding the front of the dress up so it doesn’t fall. “Wow. Absolutely gorgeous. You look amazing.”
She blushes and stares at him for a few seconds. “You said you needed help with the back?” Nyx asks, starting to walk around her. Y/N shivers slightly as his cold knuckles graze her back.
Finishing the lacing on the back, Nyx pulls her back to his front. Putting his hands around her waist, he slowly walks them over to the mirror. Now starting at their reflection, Y/N notices what Nyx is dressed in. A matching purple dress shirt and black fitted slacks.
He meets her gaze in the mirror and a smile creeps into both of their faces. Spinning her around, Nyx takes a second to admire his mate in front of him.
“It’s not nice to stare, you know.” Y/N says teasingly. Nyx looks at her flirty eyes and then her down to her smiling lips.
“I think that you are very nice to stare at.” Nyx says while smoothing his hands up and down her sides, lingering slightly on her hips.
“Nyx?” Y/N asks breathlessly.
“Yes?”
“Kiss me.”
Without hesitating, Nyx places his lips on hers, moving in sync. The bond between them glowing as the kiss deepens. Nyx picks her up and she attempts to wrap her legs around his waist, but the dress is too tight.
They break away laughing. Nyx places his forehead on Y/N’s as he sets her down. “Damn this dress.” He laughs. She giggles back while giving his mouth one last kiss before pulling away.
“We better get going. Don’t wanna be late for my first family dinner.”
“I mean- I think we can skip this one if I’m being honest. I don’t-“
“Nyx. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.” Y/N sings over her shoulder, walking towards the door. Nyx scurries over to her and grabs ahold of her hand.
She looks up to him one last time and smiles nervously, before opening the door.
Walking down the stairs, they can hear voices getting louder. Nyx can feel her nerves through the bond, so he gives her hand an encouraging squeeze. Saying everything he couldn’t with words. Her shadows ‘kiss’ his cheek in thanks.
Rounding the corner into the dining room, they see the same smiling faces as before. This time though, they are smiling among themselves. Rhys is the first to notice the newcomers.
“Nyx! Y/N! Just in time for dinner!” He says walking up to them. He takes a long look at Y/N’s dress and looks back to Feyre who is doing the same.
“That dress looks stunning on you darling.” Feyre says taking Y/N’s hand out of Nyx’s. Rhys nods in agreement, moving out of the way for the females to head over to the table.
Feyre leads her over to where the other females are seated. Whatever conversation was going on before has stopped and everyone is now staring at Y/N.
“Woah, You look absolutely stunning!” Mor exclaims. “Isn’t that- that dress was- oh my!” She stands up and tightly hugs Y/N. “That dress looks like it was made for you, my dear.”
Cassian joins the group and pulls Y/N out of the hug with Mor and into an even tighter hug with him. “I’m so excited for you to be staying with us. I can already tell you’re gonna be an amazing Illyrian warrior!”
“Woah, woah, woah.” Nesta interrupts. “Who says that she won’t be a Valkyrie?”
“Me. I say. Good Illyrian genes like those are destined to be a warrior.” Cassian claps back.
Nyx comes up behind Y/N and grabs onto one of her hands. “That’s a conversation for a different time. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Nyx shoots Y/N a wink, pulls out her chair and sits down next to her.
He places a hand on Y/N’s knee and squeezes it to soothe her nerves.
After the rest of the group sits down, Rhys tells the house to serve the food. The next second, almost every space on the table is occupied with a plate of food. From soups, to meats and vegetables, even desserts.
Nyx looks over to Y/N and smooths his thumb over her thigh, he reaches forward to plate her food. “What would you like?”
“Um- that looks good over there. Oh! and maybe a little bit of this one here!” Y/N says, pointing to the different foods. Nyx smiles at her excitement and pours her a glass of water. He kisses her on the cheek and moves over to his plate.
“So Y/N, how are you liking Velaris so far?” Feyre asks.
“Well I haven’t really seen any of it, but what I have seen is absolutely beautiful!” Y/N replies.
“You have to show her around at night Nyx, you just have to!” Mor says from across the table.
“That’s a great idea Aunt Mor. Y/N would you like to go for a walk with me tonight?” Nyx asks, giving her knee a light squeeze. She nods eagerly and continues eating.
“Can I help with dishes?” Y/N asks as everyone starts to finish eating.
“Dishes?” Rhys asks, giving her a grin. “We don’t do dishes here, watch.” With a snap of his fingers all the empty plates vanish. Y/N is left with wide eyes as the table quietly laughs at her reaction.
“Well, thanks for showing off, dad. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a city to go see.” Nyx gets up and pulls Y/N’s chair out slightly. He grabs onto her hand and helps her stand up.
Without dropping her hand, Nyx takes Y/N to the stairs. When they reach her bedroom door, he turns to look at her. Reaching up to brush a stray hair behind her ear, he lets his hand linger on her cheek. “You are so beautiful.”
She leans into his touch and stares deep into his eyes. “And you are so handsome, my mate.”
Nyx gently puts his lips onto hers, just a peck, then he’s leaning back and putting their foreheads together. “Do you need to get changed? I can give you a minute if you’d like.”
She takes a step back. “Change?” Y/N questions. “Why would I need to get changed?”
“You don’t NEED to get changed, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. But I’m not exactly sure it’s the most comfortable thing to fly in…” Nyx says closing the distance between them again.
“We’re gonna be flying?” Nyx grabs both of her hands.
“Well yeah, unless you want to walk down 10,000 steps. That’s fine with me, but we might have to camp out for the night about halfway down-“
Y/N cuts him off with a playful slap on his chest. “Alright Mr. Comedian, I’ll go get changed.”
“Please, call me Mr. Comedy. Mr. Comedian is my father.” Nyx jokes.
“So sorry, my mistake!” She laughs. “I’ll be right back.” She boops his nose before turning around and walking into her room.
Returning to the hallway, Y/N finds Nyx sitting on the floor with his eyes closed. “How long was I in there?” She asks to get his attention. Nyx jolts awake and hurried to stand.
He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “Sorry, what did you say?”
“If you’re too tired Nyx, we can just stay in tonight! Maybe you could give me a tour of the house instead?” Y/N asks.
“No, no. I promised I would take you to see Velaris. We can tour this place some other time.” He waves his hand dismissivelly. “Shall we?”
“After you.” Y/N says placing her hand on his extended arm and Nyx leads them to the balcony off of the living room. “I’ve uh- I’ve never flown- like long distance before… I don’t want to slow you down-“ Y/N starts.
“That’s okay, it’s not too far. I’m sure you’ll be fine and if you need to stop, then we’ll stop.” Nyx pulls them closer to the edge and gives her a smile before taking off.
Y/N follows right behind him trying to catch up. When she finally reaches him, he tucks in his wings and nosedives. She’s scared for a second until he levels out, laughing about 20 feet below her. “Hey! That’s not funny! I thought you were actually falling!”
By the time he reaches her height again, he’s laughing so hard that tears are falling. “I’m sorry but- but you should have seen your face!” Nyx goes to grab onto her hand, but he looks up to find her staring at the city with wide eyes.
“What do you think?” He asks when he finally reaches her, lacing their fingers together.
“I think it’s the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen, ever. I- I can’t believe this is real.” Y/N whispers, afraid that too much noise will cause her to wake up.
“Oh it’s real. It’s very real, and so is this.” Nyx raises their joint hands. “You're finally here with me, finally in my life and don’t even think about leaving.” He brings her hand up to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. “Now come on, let’s go see it up close.”
Twirling around each other and laughing so loud the whole city can hear. Nyx and Y/N finally land down on the street. “This is incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it!!” Y/N exclaims as they stumble down a path along the Sidra.
“I’m so happy I get to share this place with you.” Nyx says, grabbing onto her hands, dragging her along the path. When they sit down on a park bench, Y/N lays her head down on Nyx’s lap. He plays with her hair while humming a calming tune.
Just as she’s about to drift off to sleep, Y/N feels Nyx place a kiss along her hair line.
— —
“Good. Now do it over again.” Azriel instructs Y/N. They’ve been training for the better part of an hour now. As the shadows come drifting back over to them, Y/N stands up to walk away. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To go get something to eat. I’m starving and my brain hurts from all this.” Y/N says, waving her hands around in emphasis.
“Fine, but you better practice before tomorrow. You still have a lot of work you need to do.“
“Az, we’ve been at it for months now. I haven’t gotten much better, it’s really just a waste of time.”
“Do not say that. You’re doing so well! These things take time, I do not expect you to be perfect when just starting!” Az counters, now walking beside her. “Is this about Nyx?”
“What? Is what about Nyx?” She asks, startled.
“Well I know you guys are getting serious now, and I also know that you haven’t accepted the bond yet. I can tell that you have been stressing about something, but I can’t tell what it is.” He replies.
“H-How do you know we haven’t accepted it?”
“Spymaster. Remember? Why haven’t you accepted it though? Was it your idea? Nyx’s?”
“It’s just that…. that I’m not ready for our relationship to get.. intimate.. like that yet.” Y/N says sheepishly.
“Ah. You know that Nyx would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do right?”
“Yes, of course I do! But I also know that when we do accept the bond, the ... frenzy… is unavoidable. Since I’m not ready yet, I know that will be super hard for him, and I can’t put him through that.”
“Well, I’m sure Nyx is willing to wait until you are ready, he’s just like his father in that way. Anyways, just keep practicing and I’ll see you at the Starfall party tomorrow right?” Az questions.
“Yep, I’ll be there! See you then!” She waves goodbye as they part ways, before heading down to the kitchen.
Standing at the stove making an omelet, Y/N feels hands wrap around her waist.
“Hey you, how was training?” Nyx greets, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey! It was alright I guess. Az is trying his best, but my shadows aren’t listening to me. It’s so frustrating.”
“Don’t worry love, I'm sure it took Az awhile to get it too. Would you like to go to the library later today?” He asks.
“I’m sorry, I can’t today. I still have gifts to buy for Starfall.”
“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to get us anything.”
She spins around in his arms to face him. “I know, I know, but I want to! These past months here have been amazing, giving you guys presents is the least I can do.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then.” Nyx grabs her chin to pull her in for a kiss before leaving.
— —
“I don’t know about all this, are you sure I look okay?” Y/N asks, staring at her reflection. Mor has picked out a stunning dark green ball gown, with matching accessories of course.
“You look amazing, sweetie! Nyx won’t be able to take his hands off of you! Not that he doesn’t do that already, but even more now.” Mor says, picking off a piece of loose string on Y/N’s dress. “Are you ready to head down?”
Y/N nods and makes her way to the stairs. As she rounds the corner, Nyx appears at the bottom of the staircase. “Wow. You- you look gorgeous. I mean you always do, but- but right now especially.” He says nervously.
She laughs and takes his extended hand. “Thank you, you look handsome as well.” Nyx places a kiss on her cheek and escorts her over to the balcony.
“I can’t wait to see the stars, you guys have talked about it so much. It sounds magical.” She says, leaning into his side.
“It is magical, I hope you never forget tonight.” Nyx says, staring out into the night sky.
Y/N smiles knowingly. “I hope so too.”
“Hey lovebirds! We’re starting presents now!” Cassian calls over.
“Okay, we’ll be right there!” Nyx yells back. He turns back to Y/N and puts his arm around her waist. “You ready, love?” She nods and they walk back into the house.
“Cassian! You went first last year!” Rhys complains. The group is all squished in the living room surrounded by mountains of gifts.
“Ugh. Fine, you can go first.” He says picking up a present and handing it over to Rhys.
About an hour and a half later, it’s finally Y/N’s turn to open presents. She received a box set of a new book series from Azriel, a pair of Illyrian leathers from Cassian, a basket of bath soaps and oils from Mor, and a purple amethyst necklace from Amren.
The High Lord and Lady make their way over to give their gift to Y/N. Ripping the paper open, she looks up to see the group leaning over to see and flips it around to show everyone.
The painting is of her first night in Velaris. She’s laying down in Nyx’s lap on a park bench as he plays with her hair. “Oh my. This is incredible! T-thank you so very much!”
“You're so very welcome!” Feyre replies. “I had Nyx show me this memory. It was such a nice moment for you guys, so I wanted to memorialize it.”
“Thank you so much Mom, it’s amazing!” Nyx says resting his hand on Y/N’s knee.
Feyre smiles at her son. “Now for you Nyx, here’s our present.” She hands over a small box.
Nyx gives the box a little shake to hear it rattle. “What is it?”
“Why don’t you open it to find out.” Rhys teases.
With a laugh Nyx opens the box and pulls out a small key. “A- a key?” He asks.
“Not just any key son, that key goes to a cabin over in the Winter Court.” Feyre says. “We figured you two might want to get away from us old folks for a little while. It’s yours for as long as you like, starting tonight.”
Nyx looks over to Y/N, who’s smiling widely back at him. “Thank you guys so much! I’ve always wanted to go to the Winter Court!”
Y/N reaches behind her and hands Nyx a medium sized box. “Here, this one’s from me, but it kinda goes with the last one.” She says, fiddling with her hands nervously.
Nyx looks over to Y/N in question. “It’s a blueberry pie. That…. Um, that I made.” She clarifies.
With that, the whole room goes dead silent. “You- you made this?” Nyx asks and she nods. “You know what that means right?”
“Of course I do! I’m ready now, Nyx, I’m ready to take the next step with you. If- if you still want to of course, I don’t mean to assume-“ She starts rambling and Nyx cuts her off with a kiss.
The party goers begin to disperse, giving the couple some alone time. Breaking away for a breath, Nyx looks deep into her eyes. “I cannot wait to take that next step with you too, but are you sure? If you’re not ready yet we can wait. I have no problem waiting! I would wait for you for the rest of our lives-“
Now it’s Y/N’s turn to cut Nyx off with a kiss. “I’m sure, being with you is the only thing I’m sure of right now.” She laughs.
“Well in that case, let’s go see some stars fall.” He kisses her cheek and helps her stand up. They join the rest of their family on the balcony, spending their first Starfall together.
— —
It’s technically the day after Starfall by the time the party ends. Nyx and Y/N make their way to the door with their packed bags.
“Alright you two, be safe and have fun. Don’t worry about coming back here too soon, you take all the time off you need.” Rhys says with a wink at Nyx.
“Thanks for this, really, I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”
“You’re welcome guys. Now, go on, you have a cabin waiting for you.” Feyre smiles and leans into her mate’s arms.
“Okay, we’ll see you guys… sometime!”
“Bye!”
Nyx looks over to Y/N as they winnow away.
Not even bothering to unpack, they head straight for the kitchen. She places the blueberry pie on the counter between them and sits down.
“I know it’s kinda like breakfast time right now, but would you like to have some pie-“
She’s cut off by the sound of Nyx opening the silverware drawer.
He grabs a fork and then heads over to the counter and sits opposite of her. “You’re still okay with this, right?” Y/N nods with a smile. Without losing eye contact, Nyx picks up a piece of pie on his fork and eats it.
As soon as he bites down, the bond between them glows like a burning fire. Y/N watches him eat the entire time and only speaks when he’s finished. “Now what?” She asks.
Wiping around his mouth with a napkin, Nyx gets up and walks over to her. “Now,” he says, “we go upstairs and make this official.” She smiles, wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.
“I love you so much.” He says in between breaths.
“I love you too.” She answers, pulling him back down to her mouth.
He moves his hand down to the back of her thighs, signaling for her to jump up. With Y/N now in his arms, Nyx winnows up to the bedroom to finish what they started.
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Master list
Azriel x Reader
Experiment
Jealousy
Safe Word
Here For You
Nyx x Reader
All That Matters
Left alone
Dream Girl part 2 part 3
Mom?
I Choose You
Changes
First Time
Twenty One Questions
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