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hlizr50 · 2 years

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On this final day of @daynightweek I would like to announce the title of my current project, a feature-length DayNight fic taking place immediately after the events of House of Sky and Breath. It is with great excitement (and not a small amount of anxiety) that I introduce to you:

Ruhn Danaan, crown prince of the Valbaran fae, has no idea how long he’s been in this cell. Days? Weeks? All he knows is desperate hope that his sister is alive and gathering the armies of Hel to come to the aid of Midgard. He doesn’t expect to live long enough to see it, and he doesn’t have any way to know if Bryce even made it, but buried deep in the well of his soul - through the Starborn light and shadows that bind them - is the unshakeable feeling that she still lives. And that is enough. That hope sustains him through the countless hours that he has endured with the Hind and the Hammer.

He had been a reckless fool, hoping to rescue the agent of fire from the Eternal City. Never imagining that it was one of Sandriel’s unholy triarii, the spy breaker for the Asteri themselves, that had weaseled her way into his stupid fucking heart.

He will not lose sight of her true identity again, no matter how many times she pounds on the walls he’s built to shield his mind. No matter how desperately she pleads.

Lidia Cervos has spent the weeks since Ruhn’s capture and Bryce’s disappearance piecing herself back together. With the grim understanding that the Valbaran prince will never see her as anything other than a monster - which she is - she turns her focus to one purpose: keeping Ruhn alive.

She continues living her double life in the company of the sadistic angel that she can’t escape, breaking off more pieces of her soul than she realized she still possessed to distract Pollux whenever she can. And to find a way to get Ruhn Danaan and Hunt Athalar away from the Asteri and back to the relative safety of the rebellion’s underground.

Never again will she allow herself to forget who she is. She is the Hind - a beast of teeth and claws, soaked in the blood of innocents - and that is all she will ever be. If she must use that grisly reputation to get the answers she needs, to save the people who deserve to see the world she’s spent half her life fighting for, then she will do just that.

But the gods don’t care if he’s a frat boy and she’s a demon. They had been linked since the very first time they met on that bridge. And on their way to saving the world, they must first save each other.

Some notes about Verzavar Haz:

1. This fic is IN PROGRESS. It is not yet complete, and does not have a completion date as of yet.

2. When it is complete, updates will be posted daily.

3. This fic is currently outlined at 26 chapters including an epilogue. This can always change, but I try to stick to my outline as much as possible.

4. This fic is dark, and includes depictions of interrogation, violence, and sexual assault. Please heed the trigger warnings when updates are posted.

I am so excited about this fic, and I just request your patience as I work through writing! I’ll start posting teasers now I that I’m deep into the writing process, and I am always willing to answer any questions you have about the story, my process, or even how the heck I came up with this crazy title.

Happy end to DayNight Week 2022!

@mystical-blaise @headcanonheadcase @chosenfamily-valkyriequeens @mercarimari @daevastanner @frecklesandfiction @rosebudmode

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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no man has ever made me come, not even close to that

so, could you write reader experiencing that frustration, telling hunt how boring sex while out drinking, and him proving how wrong she is?

have a nice day!! 💕

I feel you. This might just be my beef with the patriarchy talking but I swear men act like it's harder than it is because they're lazy. But Hunt knows what's up. Have a nice day, honey!💜

Electric Feel

Hunt Athalar x f!Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, p in v sex, minors dni, not proofread

Slumped down in the cushions of the sofa, you sipped your wine, half-watching ‘Fangs and Bangs’ while talking with your friend, Hunt. The angel groaned dramatically from where he lounged on his chair, twisting his sunball cap to cover his eyes. “Please change the channel! I can’t take this shit anymore,” he pleaded, his voice muffled by the fabric of his cap.

Scoffing at his ridiculous attitude, you reached for the remote. “Gods, okay, I’m changing it. I’m tired of this show anyway. They play up the sex like it’s so great when it’s so overhyped,” you grumbled, more to yourself than to Hunt. His attention was caught, however - Hunt practically leaping from where he sat, sunball cap forgotten to the floor as he leaned towards you in interest.

“What do you mean, ‘it’s so overhyped’?” he pressed, brown eyes boring into you. Setting down the remote, you turned to face him, blinking as you realized how close he was to you. You swallowed, forcing in a deep breath as you met Hunt’s intense gaze.

“I mean, it’s not as great as people make it seem. Half the time, it’s not even enjoyable. Not to mention a guy has never even been able to make me cum.” Hunt jumped back as if you were the one throwing around lightning bolts.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?!” Hunt practically shouted, mouth hanging open as he gaped at you.

Reaching forward, you swatted his massive bicep. “Say it louder - someone at the bottom of the Istros might not have heard you!” With a huff, you plopped back down against the sofa. “And I haven’t never had an orgasm. I know how to get myself off. It’s just males who don’t know what they’re doing in bed.”

Hunt had the audacity to laugh, leaning back in his seat as he laced his hands together behind his head. “That’s not an issue I’ve ever had.” You whipped your head to see a cocky grin on his face that you were determined to wipe off.

With a sickeningly sweet smile, you retorted, “you do know that females fake it, right? I wonder how many have faked it with you.” You found yourself successful in removing his smile, immediately regretting it as Hunt’s eyes darkened, his arms slowly dropping to his sides.

Wings slightly flaring out behind him, Hunt answered you, his voice lethally quiet. “If you would like to test that theory, I would be more than willing to show you how real I can make your orgasm.”

You refused to give Hunt the upper hand in this conversation. Sure that he would back down, you decided to challenge him. “Okay,” you said in the most nonchalant tone that you could manage. His brown eyes widened, a distinct change in his scent as Hunt blinked at you. You weren’t expecting this reaction - fully thinking that Hunt would blow the conversation off as a joke. But as his wings twitched behind him, you realized Hunt wanted this, and you startled at the realization that you did too.

Hunt noticed your change in scent, arousal now hanging thick in the air as you and your best friend eyed each other hungrily. “If we do this, promise me that things won’t get weird between us. This is just for you to enjoy yourself - I don’t want to lose my best friend because sex made it awkward.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the cocky angel. “I think I can refrain from falling in love with you. Sex has proven to be the quickest way for me to get over a guy.” Turning beet red when you heard how that sounded, you were quick to amend, “not that there’s anything about you to get over! Like, I’m not under you, you know.” Oh gods, this was embarrassing.

Hunt just laughed, pulling your hands away from your face to gently hold one, rubbing soothing circles across the back of it. “Well, let’s get you under me, then,” he said with a wink, yanking you up by your hand before he threw you over his shoulder with ease. You squealed, shouting in protest as he carried you to your bedroom.

Hunt just smacked your ass in response, earning a gasp before he threw you on the bed. He ripped off his shirt, baring his toned chest as he crawled over your body. The butterflies that erupted in your stomach were making it difficult to breathe, looking up at your friend as you prepared to cross the point of no return.

“Are you still alright with this?” Hunt whispered, his features softening as he brought a hand to hold your cheek. You nodded, taking a deep breath as you removed your top, now left only in your bra and leggings beneath him. “Beautiful,” he whispered, one hand immediately finding your breast as his lips gravitated towards your neck.

As Hunt kissed and licked his way down your neck, his hand pushed the cup of your bra down, palming your breast before tugging the nipple, earning a gasp from you that made him chuckle against your skin. He continued kissing his way down, yanking your bra down to completely expose your chest, flicking his tongue against your tweaked nipple. You mewled at the sensation, writhing under Hunt’s firm hold as he repeated his actions to your other breast. This sex was already better than most you had before, but you wouldn’t give Hunt the satisfaction of telling him that. “Gods, Hunt. Do you plan on fucking me or are you just going to tease all night?”

Hunt looked up at you, his eyes nearly black as he flashed a wicked grin. “Oh, I’ll let you come on my cock. But I’ll take my time making you come with my hands and tongue first.” You blushed at his words, biting your lip as you watched the angel continue his path down your stomach, large hands gripping the waistband of your leggings.

Hunt dipped down, pressing his nose to your center as he breathed in your scent through your clothes. Whimpering at his teasing touch, you wiggled your hips in a silent request for more. Kissing your clit through the fabric, Hunt lightly dragged his teeth and lips over your core, a slow taunt before he finally tugged your leggings down, leaving you finally and fully bare for him.

Throwing your clothing to the side, Hunt sat up slightly as he admired your figure before spreading your legs wide. “So beautiful,” he murmured again, breath warm against your clit. You huffed out another quiet plea, thanking the gods when Hunt finally lolled his tongue out, licking a stripe up your core.

You sighed in relief, hands threading through his long black hair as Hunt groaned against you, sending vibrations straight to your core. Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking as his tongue flicked out against the bud. You felt the familiar coil tightening, faster than you’d ever been able to get yourself there, and you tugged on Hunt’s hair in warning as you threatened to come undone.

With a smirk against your clit, Hunt pulled you closer to him, doubling down his efforts as you came with a scream. He kept your hips pinned, unrelenting as he pushed a finger inside of you, still working your clit with his tongue. Legs shaking, you clumsily tried to push his head away, breathless pleas leaving your lips as the overstimulation had you seeing stars.

Hunt pushed another finger inside of you, a gentle stretch as he curled them against your walls, hitting the perfect spot over and over. Praises or curses - you didn’t know - were pouring from your lips as you felt your orgasm building again. You clenched around Hunt’s fingers, the angel taking that as a sign to make the move he’d been waiting for. Brown eyes locked on yours as he brought the tip of his tongue to your clit, a zap of lightning sending you over the edge again.

Your voice was hoarse from screaming his name as Hunt climbed back up your body, caging you in his arms. That cocky smirk had returned to his face, but you could only nod at him. “Okay, you made your point,” you breathed out, reaching up to brush Hunt’s hair behind his ear.

The smirk never left his face as the angel kneed your legs apart, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Earlier you were begging for me to hurry up and fuck you. Are you sure you can take it?”

You weren’t sure if you could, but your aching body was still desperate for more, as much of his touch as you could get. You nodded, moving to shove Hunt’s sweatpants down his hips. He groaned against your neck, “good girl,” pressing a kiss to the skin before shuffling his pants the rest of the way off.

Your eyes widened at the size of his cock, fresh arousal pooling in your core at the sight. “Hunt, I need you,” you whispered, looping your ankles around his waist to guide him closer.

“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” Hunt murmured, looking in your eyes as he pushed into you. His head hung, resting in the crook of your shoulder, your own jaw dropping in a silent moan at the feeling of him filling you. After a moment, Hunt began thrusting at a brutal pace, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You were a moaning mess when Hunt flipped you over like a rag doll, pushing your face into the mattress as he took you from behind. He hit the perfect spot inside of you at this angle, eliciting loud moans as you clawed helplessly at the sheets. Hunt twitched inside of you, spilling his release as he brought his hands to your breasts, small shocks on your nipples shooting straight to your core as you spiraled into your third orgasm of the night.

You collapsed into the mattress, Hunt slowly pulling out and padding off towards the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth, cleaning you up before pulling the covers over the both of you. The angel brushed your hair out of your face, his earlier smirk replaced with a genuine smile, brown eyes glittering in the dim light. “Thank you for letting me be the first man to make you finish.”

You smiled back at him, mischief dancing in your eyes. “I think I would be okay with doing that again.” Hunt laughed, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a kiss to your hair, the both of you eventually falling asleep in each others’ arms.

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jeannineee · 11 months

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Could u do princess treatment with Ruhn I know that man would give sm attention, wouldn’t let you lift a finger, and buy u and any and everything

Also I absolutely adore ur blog and ur becoming one of my fav fic writers ❤️

Being Ruhn’s mate would include…

a/n: I hope you’re okay with this being in headcanon format, anon. Also thank you so much!! Requests are still open, yall.

nsfw towards the end (18+ please)

SFW:

this man worships the ground you walk on

Even before the two of you started dating, before you discovered the mating bond, he waited on you, hand and foot.

holds your drink at the bar and would destroy anyone who tried touching it

Would also destroy anyone who tried touching you

He is a jealous male for SURE. But not in an overbearing way, he just doesn’t like anyone messing with his mate

“Wear whatever you want, I can fight” type of man

holds your bags for you when you go shopping

refuses to let you pay for ANYTHING. (New clothes, drinks at the bar, dinner, etc.) he almost finds it offensive when you try to pay for yourself lmao

When you’re on the sidewalk together, he makes sure he’s on the outside, closest to the street.

Loves playing video games with you, or at least having you watch if you’re not into them.

3 AM car rides talking about his past, and your future together!!

‘Princess’ is his favorite pet name for you. He also likes baby, pretty girl, sweetheart.

His love language is physical touch. He HAS to be touching you in some way, even if it’s just your legs touching as you sit on the couch.

Speaking of physical touch!!

LOOOOVES PDA

He’s proud of you and has no issue showing you off.

Doesn’t give a fuuuck who is watching. (He obvi won’t make you uncomfortable but!!)

NSFW

BODY WORSHIP!!!

Ruhn will take his time kissing your body and marking you.

Will also spend hours between your legs, not stopping until you’re a whimpering, overstimulated mess.

Since we’re on the topic of overstimulation, he WILL make you come several (or more) times each time the two of you have sex. (But you have a safe word, of course.)

It took some convincing to get you to do it, but he loves when you sit on his face.

He puts his lip ring to good use.

Enjoys praising you

“There you go, princess, come for me.”

“Too much? You can take it baby. Be a good girl for me.”

For sure likes light bondage, and maybe some light impact play, occasionally?

His favorite position is missionary. It’s versatile, and he likes being able to see your face as he fucks you.

Literally loooves using clit stimulating toys on you. Vibrators, suction toys.

When the two of you first started having sex, he made it his mission to learn exactly what makes you see stars.

Your pleasure is his priority.

#ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan #crescent city #HOSAB #hoeab #ruhn x reader #Ruhn Danaan headcanons #Ruhn smut #Ruhn Danaan smut #crescent city smut #crown prince of the valbaran fae #crescent city fanfic

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shadowsxgwynriel · 4 months

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Love me, hate me (1/3)

Summary: After a devastating betrayal, Ruhn Danaan is determined to close off his heart.

But Lidia Cervos is even more determined to make things right.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Mature

For @hlizr50 🩵

Read on AO3

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It was a Friday night and Ruhn Danaan was drunk. A typical night for him, except for the fact that there wasn’t a woman currently riding his face. But not just any nameless woman—Lidia Cervos was who he had in mind.

They weren’t technically dating, but Ruhn knew her sweet taste, the way she sounded when she came undone for him and how her body and lips felt pressed against his.

#lidia x ruhn #lidia cervos #ruhn danaan #ruhnlidia #ruhnlidia fanfic #crescent city #crescent city fanfic #hosab #hofas

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loneliestluvr · 3 months

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all im saying is that this crescent city fanfic im in the trenches of planning may or may not have a scene where ruhns love interest has to sit in his lap while he drives her motorcycle he barely knows how to use so she can shoot enemies that are chasing them… that’s all im saying, honestly. may or may not have been the first thing i wrote down and planned for.

did i mention its enemy rivals to lovers and also a slow burn with the “i didnt know where else to go” and “who did this to you?” trope?

ive already started writing chapter one, but i won’t fully start going at it until i finish hofas(currently halfway through)

#crescent city #ruhn danaan #ruhn daddy #crescent city fanfic #fanfic #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #bryce quinlan #tristan flynn #ithan holstrom #fae #hoeab #hosab #hofas #acotar #tog

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oliviajdjarin · 2 years

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Ruhn Danaan: Personal

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan x fem!reader

Summary: Ruhn thought fake flirting wouldn’t get under his skin. He was wrong.

Warnings: Major jealousy, reader seduces a male, reader gets felt up by a male, reader wears a tight dress, reader has her hair done, Ruhn shatters a glass, allusions to sex, reader is alluded to having curves, LOTS of swearing, Queen Bryce is here too, ruhn bleeds, let’s pretend the White Raven didn’t *spoiler* explode. Set during the events of HoSaB (sort of), spoilers!!, I apologize if things don’t line up with canon.

A/N: I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this man since I finished HoSaB, so I thought I’d try something new. I hope you enjoy :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be very appreciated <3

SJM Masterlist

(I found this drool-worthy art on Pinterest. Absolute full credit to the owner).

You had known the powerhouse that is Bryce Quinlan for over a decade.

And yet, no matter how much time seemed to pass, her stubbornness never seemed to dwindle.

“I’m going Y/N.”

“You’re mated, Bryce. To the Umbra fucking Mortis. They’ll smell it.”

“So? You would be surprised how little that matters to the right male.”

She placed her hands on her hips as she said this, and your eyes trailed down her body. Her skin-tight dress brought out the best parts of her, and the red of her hair was even more vibrant against the dark shade of black.

Beautiful, as she had always been.

“I’m being serious, Bryce,” you responded. “You’re Starborn. You saved this city. If this male has real, usable information on the rebellion, he’s not going to tell you.”

“And he’ll tell you?” she questioned back.

“Yes,” you responded breathlessly. “You would intimidate the Hel out of him, while I am a random female buying him drinks. If I get him drunk enough, he’ll spill.”

Bryce gnawed on her bottom and lip and fidgeted with her rings. A faint pink began to show beneath her freckled face.

“I don’t like this Y/N.”

“I know Bryce,” you responded, “that’s why you’re coming with me.”

“Still,” she replied, “if you get pulled into a separate room, how will I know you’re okay?”

“You know I’ll be okay. I can handle myself,” you said, and moved a bit closer to her. “Whoever this male is and whatever information he has, it’s not worth you being in danger.”

“Danger?” said a voice behind you, deeper and more gruff than either you or Bryce had ever made your voices.

A shot of electricity shot down your spine, and your mouth instantly dried.

“Ruhn,” Bryce mumbled with a roll of her eyes. “Seriously? I want my key back.”

Ruhn Danaan

Half-brother to one of your closest friends, and the hottest male you had ever laid your eyes on.

You turned around with a gulp, reeling in the feeling that his voice gave you no matter how many times you had heard it, and squeezed your hands at your sides.

And there he was. Ruhn Danaan. The Crowned Prince of the Valbaran Fae, and your decade long crush.

Holy Hel did he look good.

It was obvious he had just gotten off from the Aux. His tight black leathers covered him from his back down to his legs, and his tattoos bulged on his forearms. His hair had been the same since the day you met him—long and shaved on one side—but it never failed to do his sculpted face justice. His lip piercing was just visible enough, and the Starsword strapped to his back showed just how broad his shoulders had become over the years.

He was intimidation personified, so much so that it felt like you were standing in his shadow, and you could not take your eyes off him.

You must have been crazy, stupid, insane, but the blue eyes that stared at you every time you closed your eyes didn’t seem to want to leave you either.

You were dressed similarly to Bryce—tight dress, glittery heals, hair and makeup done more so than usual, and fancy perfume emulating off of you— which was making you feel like you should sink into the floor.

Had he ever seen this much of you?

You weren’t embarrassed, you could wear whatever the Hel you wanted, but his slow gaze over you from your feet up to your face sent beads of sweat dripping down your back. He had to have been able to smell your fear—and, of course, other things.

You were so fucked.

“Danger tends to follow me,” Ruhn replied, “but it seems that I followed it this time.” His eyes didn’t leave yours.

He wasn’t talking about you. No way.

Bryce huffed in annoyance. “The only danger here is Y/N thinking she can seduce a rebel sympathizer into leaking information.”

Ruhn’s eyebrows raised. “Seduce?”

You swallowed. “If need be.”

“‘If need be,’ of course you will have to,” Bryce mocked. “It has happened every time you’ve done something like this.”

“Every time?” Ruhn questioned, and folded his arms over his chest. “So you’ve done this before?”

A hint of mischief coated his irises, and your heart had never beat so fast.

“Only out of necessity,” you responded with the best smirk you could muster.

Ruhn huffed out a laugh. “Well Bryce, it seems like Y/N is more experienced in this field.”

“You’re my brother,” Bryce responded. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I’d really rather not see you get targeted by the rebellion because of your star Bryce,” Ruhn said, gesturing to her chest.

“I’ll hide it.”

Both you and Ruhn gave her an unimpressed look. You both knew it tended to shine whenever it wanted to.

Bryce groaned in annoyance. “You’re both the worst.”

“Either way I’m going with you,” Ruhn said, tipping his chin up with pride.

“Not in that outfit you’re not,” Bryce responded, and you chuckled.

“And what would you prefer me wear Y/N?” he asked with a tease. Heat began spreading from your cheeks down to your neck.

Nothing.

“Something without a literal target on your back.”

Ruhn laughed through his nose.

“Fine. I’ll meet you ladies at The Raven,” Ruhn said, floorboards creaking as he backed out of Bryce’s apartment door.

You couldn’t miss the hint of excitement coating his eyes, and the heat pooling in your lower stomach.

~*~

The last thing Ruhn expected to see when he entered Bryce’s apartment was you looking the way that you did.

And holy Hel did you look good.

He had known you since you and Bryce were sixteen years old, and as soon as you laid eyes on him, a girlish film went over them. He remembered it. Vividly.

You had obviously found him attractive, and he viewed it as one of Bryce’s silly little friends with a silly little crush.

Until, he was lucky enough for Bryce to reconnect with him. And that was when he saw you. Really saw you.

It knocked the wind from his lungs to see how you’d grown up, and the female you had become. The more he got to know you, the more he realized how self-assured, confident, and fucking smart you were.

And seeing you in that dress. Gods. It cracked the little control he had left into a million pieces.

He had his eyes on you now. He wanted you, badly.

In the beginning, he thought it was just a physical thing, but as the months developed, so did his feelings.

These quote-on-quote “feelings” made him feel like the sixteen year old. He thought he knew his way around women and females, but you tended to send him right back to square one.

And he was about to watch you, potentially, feel up a random man for information.

He brought his drink to his mouth and took a large gulp. He savored the burn of it in his throat.

“There she goes,” Bryce mumbled next to him, and the two of them watched as you slowly made your way closer and closer to the male target. His heart quickened with each step you took.

Bryce and Ruhn were seated at a table far enough from the bar to be subtle, and Ruhn had changed into a plain grey T-shirt and jeans. His hair remained down, and he sure as Hel wasn’t opposed to revealing more of his tattoos.

He saw how you looked at them. He didn’t want you to stop.

“I should be the one doing this,” Bryce mumbled. The male had finally taken notice and introduced himself to you.

“Relax, Bryce,” Ruhn replied. “She’s going to be alright.”

“You just want to watch this. Pig.” Bryce threw back a shot of some sort of clear liquid.

Ruhn raised his eyebrows and took another sip of his drink.

Maybe.

You leaned against the wooded bar in such a way that your curves were highlighted in the party lights. The makeup you chose brought out your eyes perfectly, and the male was becoming more and more interested in the way your hair curled over your shoulder.

Your eyes flickered over the male, and you leaned closer and closer, inch by inch.

Ruhn leaned forward in his chair, watching your every move. Blood pressure rising.

The male leaned in closer, and brushed your hair from your neck. You tipped your head back to show that you enjoyed it, and the male took the opportunity to whisper something into your revealed skin.

You smiled, eyes closed, and the male’s large hand squeezed around your waist. Pulling you into his chest.

And right at that moment, right as your hands covered his chest and his hands moved down your body, it was as if Ruhn’s senses had been dialed to 0.

The music disappeared. The slight buzz he had disappeared. The flashing lights and dancing bodies around him disappeared.

There was only you, wrapped in the arms of another male, looking fucking incredible.

And smiling.

He expected to enjoy this, but he didn’t. Not at all.

Never in his life had Ruhn’s vision tunneled so quickly.

He felt his heart plummeting to his feet, so fast he felt the nausea hit him like a wave, and his normally even breathing quickened to an uneven pace.

Fake.

This was fake.

Don’t take it personally.

You brought your eyes away from the male’s face and down to his arms. Your fingers that were once splayed over his chest now moved to his bicep, tracing the intricate ink that Ruhn hadn’t noticed before.

It sure as Hel feels personal.

Ruhn didn’t realize how tight his jaw was until it started to grow sore, and he didn’t realize just how many times he had imagined you doing that to him until it wasn’t him.

He could make out Bryce’s faint voice next to him, asking if he was okay, but the lack of oxygen and blood flow through his body only allowed him to focus forward.

The male traced his finger down your spine, and Ruhn’s fae senses allowed him to pick up on the chills that erupted across your arms.

He felt his face begin to grow more and more red, and the grip on his whiskey glass become more and more relentless.

The male watched as you traced down his arm, smirking, and he brought his free hand to the side of your face. He tilted your head to the side, and whispered something in your ear once more.

You rubbed your lips together and nodded, and the male dipped his mouth down to where the tendons in your neck met your collarbone.

Ruhn’s nostrils flared.

And then, as if he had all the time in the world, licked a clean stroke all the way up to your ear, and you exhaled loudly from your mouth.

Ruhn heard it. As much as he didn’t want to, he heard it.

And the idea that he wasn’t the cause of it caused his control to finally snap.

The force of his grip on the glass became too much for the cheap material, and dozens of tiny glass shards rained over the table like a firework.

The liquid from the whiskey dripped onto the sticky wooden table, and the rest covered his hand to his wrist.

“Ruhn!” Bryce scolded next to him, shaking glass shards from her hair and brushing them off her dress. “What the fuck.”

He didn’t even turn to look at her. Or his hand. Even as he felt warm blood start to drip down his wrist as well.

No. He kept his eyes forward, like the trained leader he was, and felt your eyes meet his own.

The male next to you looked annoyed, but not shocked. Like he saw stuff like this all the time. He waved his hand to the bartender, gesturing to clean Ruhn’s table that was now covered in whiskey and glass.

But not you.

You kept your eyesight locked into his, and a thread of understanding stretched between the two of you.

You knew he had been watching you, you knew he shattered the glass, and you knew why.

Your lips grew into a toothless smile, and the thread of understanding pulled tighter.

He knew you knew, and he knew you liked it. He could smell you—what you were thinking.

A similar smile etched on his face.

The rest of the club, the city, the world disappeared as you looked at each other. Knowing how the night would end.

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roselensedeyes · 10 months

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my house of stone, your ivy grows

Hello everyone!

I thought I'd share with you some of my writings, but also as an archive in case ao3 stops working like a couple of weeks ago! You can read it on ao3 here.

This is the first elriel fanfiction I've ever written, criticism is welcomed but please be kind! You can read it under the cut. Enjoy!

Elain Archeron was listening passively to the discussion between her brother-in-law, and the Nigh Court High Lord, Rhysand, and their unexpected visitor.

Well, not entirely unexpected, she had seen her coming a few weeks prior. Perhaps strange was a better word to describe her. The girl, whose name was Bryce Quinlan, had landed a couple of weeks ago on her younger sister’s, Feyre, front lawn, fallen through a portal meant to take her to Hel. Instead, it’d brought her to Prythian.

Elain had seen it a few hours before, while she was baking bread in the Town House she had recently moved into. After the birth of her nephew, Nyx, she’d decided she needed to let them have their own personal space, allow them to grow their bond with their son.

Said nephew was now sitting on her knees, bouncing while looking around with wide, curious eyes. His small fist was in his mouth, and Elain gently took it away. His first teeth would come in soon, Madja had said, which meant he might feel the urge to chew on everything he’d come across. Elain tried to focus back on the conversation taking place before her. In the past days, the Inner Circle and Bryce had tried to put together the pieces of knowledge they possessed, to understand their worlds’ histories and lore. Of what the Asteri—the Daglan, as they were known in Prythian—had been doing throughout the millennia. Of the worlds they had conquered and destroyed, of those people they had used until they had exhausted their purpose. Of what they were planning on doing to Elain’s world again, this time leaving no chances of losing. Of what they were already doing to Bryce’s world, Midgard, and the torture they were putting her mate and brother and loved ones through. Elain suppressed the shudder that threatened to overtake her as she thought of the agony in Bryce’s voice when she explained what the Asteri were most likely doing to her brother and mate in their dungeon, of those flashes she had seen in her vision.

She had never mastered her seer powers, not yet at least.

At first, they reminded her of what was done to her, of those months of suffering and heartache following that fateful day when she was turned into Fae. And that day when her fiancé, the man she thought was her soulmate and who she was going to spend the rest of her life with. But the life she knew had ended the night she and her older sister Nesta were kidnapped, no matter how hard she fought against it. In those months in which she would not, could not leave her room, she pretended all was well, as it was supposed to be. But one look in the mirror, a those pointed ears that replaced her rounded ones, shattered those pretenses. And then the visions came, and that was when she knew nothing would ever be the same again, that she would never go back to being the same person she’d been for her entire life.

So with the help of her family and her two friends, Nuala and Cerridwen, she had tried to find some normalcy in her new life. She’d learned how to grow vegetables and fruit, now that the soil allowed the seeds to grow, she had the shadow twins teach her how to bake and cook, and she’d even found a job to pay back her sister and her husband for all that they had done for her over the years. Helping the elderly by tending their gardens filled her with such sense of fulfillment that she had never thought possible.

Yet, Elain had never tapped into her powers again. At times, images would pop into her mind, but she’d always ignored them, pushing them to the back of her mind. Those visions would bring forward too many things she’d rather not face. Elain knew it also pained her sister Nesta, not being able to help her. That those flashes she’d see would also be a reminder to her of her failure in not protecting her, even though Elain also knew there was nothing Nesta could have done to prevent the attack. To avoid what had happened to them both. They had been betrayed, by Feyre’s captor and his friend, Lucien. Who happened to be Elain’s mate too. Another thing she would rather not face yet.

So Elain had avoided her powers, of the truth they would whisper to her.

Yet when she was baking bread for her family weeks ago and the vision hit her, there was nothing she could have done to block out the images, the sounds of despair and agony that filled her ears. She had heard a woman—a female— with red hair sob as she hugged a male who murmured words of comfort to her, telling her he was going to find her, as another male, who looked eerily similar to Rhysand slipped something in her pockets. And then she saw that same female jump through a portal and land on a front lawn Elain knew well. Her breath had been knocked out of her lungs and she knew that what she had seen was too important to ignore.

Now, Bryce and Rhysand were discussing how to contact the former’s friends in Midgard. Bryce insisted that the information they came about was of great value, that her friends needed to be aware of it to be better prepared while she was stuck in this world. That she needed to tell them, to help them however she could.

Rhysand, on his part, argued that it was too risky to establish contact with the world where the parasites that were trying to conquer and enslave them again resided. That they needed more time to collect insights on how to defeat them before risking opening the gates between their worlds. Elain could understand both points of view.

“I’m telling you, I know a way to communicate with them that does not require opening the gates,” Bryce said in frustration.

The sole fact that Elain could now understand her was a feat on its own. Rhysand and Amren, his second-in-command, had conjured a sort of translation machine, allowing them to talk freely. Bryce used some terms they all didn’t understand, like gun or motorcycle, but they could still communicate and understand the other with little to no issue.

“If only I had brought the bloodsalt with me,” Bryce muttered under her breath. Rhysand stilled and exchanged a look with Amren.

“Bloodsalt?” He asked quietly, too quietly.

The female’s head whipped up. “You know what it is?” Her voice sounded so hopeful.

Elain’s heart squeezed a bit. For her sake, she sent a prayer to the Mother that it meant something positive.

“I’m not sure. The word does remind me of...” Rhys stopped talking, as if he was unsure on what to reveal to that strange, modern female standing before him. Although she had proved to not be deceiving them, it was still hard for them to trust her entirely. Especially for Rhysand, who had a mate, a son, and a Court to think about. “I don’t think it was ever used how you mean it.”

Bryce seemed to deflate a bit at that, but still took a deep breath before explaining how it was used on her planet.

“In Midgard there are… individuals who have been granted a great, yet terrible power. They’re called mystics, and they always work in a set of three. One female, one male, and one who is both. They can see the present—and other worlds.” She swallowed, as if talking about these creatures brought her great pain. “They’re usually born to poor families, and their parents sell them to another person, the Astronomer, he calls himself, and their lives are forfeited for the use of their abilities.” She shook her head, and Elain could feel the shift in the room, the horror everyone must be feeling. “They can travel to other worlds, understand and speak other languages. Thanks to a mind-reading machine, what they witness, what they say with other… people is transcribed and then analyzed by the Astronomer. Bloodsalt helps pinpoint their search.”

Silence had descended on the room. Elain’s blood had turned into ice in her veins. She shifted her focus on the babbling baby sitting on her knees, swiping a hand through his soft hair and pressing a kiss to his temple. She refused to look at anyone else.

“I believe in our world it’s called bloodbane. But nothing of the sorts has ever been attempted, not like how you described it. How does bloodsalt exactly help them?” Rhysand inquired.

Bryce shook her head once more. “I don’t know the logistics of it, not in detail, but what I do know is that the mystics live in a bathtub, filled with water and white salt. I once saw the Astronomer add the bloodsalt and they reached the intended location within seconds.”

Elain had to suppress another shudder.

She felt Rhysand’s gaze on her, and she knew before he even opened his mouth what he was going to say. “Are you sure this won’t open a gate into your world?”

Bryce nodded. “I’m positive. The mystics have been traveling through worlds without opening any gates for centuries.”

“And you’re sure this won’t help the Asteri gain entrance in Prythian.” Rhysand asked as a matter of fact, as though he already know the answer.

“I don’t see why it would.” Bryce replied honestly.

Elain took a deep breath. Rhysand’s next words sounded loud and clear, “Then I think we should attempt it.”

Elain’s gaze landed on her brother-in-law, though she did a quick sweep of the room. She set her shoulders and began to nod when two voices interrupted her. “Absolutely not!” one barked, while the other growled a simple “No.”

She knew who those voices belonged to. Her older sister Nesta, and Azriel, Rhysand’s brother and the male who had rejected her months ago. She ignored both of them, instead kept her eyes on her brother-in-law, who had always encouraged her in her acceptance of her new life and body. She knew he’d come to love her as a sister, which she supposed she was for him. Growing up, Elain had never felt as though she had someone in her corner, silently cheering for her. Yes, Feyre had provided food and shelter for her, and Nesta would fight to the death for her safety, and for that she would always be grateful to her sisters. Yet she had never felt she could be her true self, only the version that would be most convenient to her family. To not be in their way, while they were starving and cold and mocked by people they thought friends. So she’d learned to be what they wanted, needed her to be, and stuck with it until everything she had come to know had changed so radically that she was forced to become another version. This time, she’d chosen something was similar to her true self. She wondered if the day ever came where she was allowed to be completely who she wanted to be, disregarding others’ expectations of her.

“I will do it.” She had never sounded so clear. She was certain of the decision she’d made.

Shadows flickered to the corner on her left, where that deep voice came from. Where Azriel stood. She looked his way, and when she found his stare already on herself, she glanced away. She didn’t have the time for this, not now.

As if he could sense his aunt had agreed to something reckless, Nyx turned around in her laps and grabbed her cheeks, before bursting into tears. Elain hugged him to her, murmuring words of comfort and laying her cheek on his head. She rubbed his tiny back, mindful of his even tinier wings, but his cries turned into sobs. She looked towards Feyre, who got up from the other end of the sofa and took him, soothing her son. Feyre was a great mother, watching her with Nyx always sent a pang through her chest. It reminded her too much of her father, who had always doted on her.

“Are you sure?” Feyre asked her.

Elain looked her in the eyes and nodded, willing the anxiety away. Feyre seemed to asses her, and when she deemed her to be truthful she nodded and turned toward Nesta.

“It’s her choice,” was all she said.

Nesta snarled. “I will not stand by while she’s throwing herself into harm’s way”.

“We cannot forbid her from doing the things she wants to do. She’s her own person. She can make her own choices.” Feyre replied calmly.

“I’m here, you know.” Elain said quietly. Apparently not as quiet as she thought, as several heads turned her way. Elain hunched her shoulders.

“Is anyone going to explain to me what the Hel is going on?” Bryce asked.

“I’m a seer. I can see future events— but I can also see the present.”

Bryce looked stunned, rightly so. They’d agreed not to tell her that she had seen her coming, not until they knew for certain that she was not a threat.

“We’ll work on finding a transcriber, or conjuring one, and then we’ll get you started on it.” Amren nodded to her. Then, she turned to Azriel. “Boy, you will need to retrieve the bloodbane. You know where to find it.”

Azriel’s face was dark, almost hidden in the shadows that swarmed him. It was clear as day he was not happy with this decision. Elain couldn’t phantom why. He had no right to act as though her safety mattered so dearly to him, when he had no qualms with breaking her heart months ago.

So she turned her gaze away from him and got up. She inclined her head toward the High Lord of the Night Court and his second-in-command. “You know where to find me when the time is right.” With that, she breezed past them, plopping a kiss on Nyx’ soft hair, ignoring Nesta’s sounds of protest and the lone shadow following her.

It took them a week to figure out how to create a transcriber without all the technology available in Midgard. Elain could still remember everyone’s reaction to the device Bryce had brought with herself, which she called smartphone. The males had drawn out their weapons, but the redhead had only rolled her eyes and showed them what it could do. It stored pictures, but it could also make calls and write to the digits stored in the phone, which belonged to friends and family members and anyone who you shared your own number with.

Her mind couldn’t wrap around it. Elain had always thought Velaris was the most magical, advanced place she’d ever been in, yet the single proof Bryce had brought with her made her wonder if such progress could be had in her world too.

Elain was sitting in the garden of the Town House, basking in the sun after a long day of tending to the flowers and vegetables. She felt something poke her shoulder, and she cracked an eye open to see a shadow in the process of curling itself around her arm. She smiled slightly, before raising her head and searching for its owner, for if the shadow was here, it meant Azriel had to be near.

Sure enough, he was leaning against the backdoor, silently watching her. She felt her cheeks grow warm and hated herself for it, for showing him that her feelings had not changed since that fateful Solstice night. She had no doubts he could hear her heartbeat picking up, or smell her nervousness.

He moved to her, his steps silent.

She swallowed, hard, but remained seated. Until he was standing directly in front of her and she had to crane her neck to look him in the face.

She made to stand, but he gripped her hand with the preternaturally speed of Faes and helped her up. Elain knew her blush had deepened. The last time they had touched they had almost kissed.

She forced the painful reminder away, and looked him in the eyes.

“Rhys has sent me to summon you. They’re ready,” Azriel’s voice was tight, telling her he had still not come around to this plan.

Her heart started beating faster for another reason this time, anxiety pouring over her like ice. She had volunteered for this, but she wasn’t foolish enough to pretend she wasn’t about to do the most dangerous thing she’d ever done in her life.

“I see,” she said, lamely. She shook her head and took a deep breath, and nodded. “Alright, I’m ready. Take me to him.”

Azriel scanned her face, searching for anything that told him she was rethinking the whole thing. But he wasn’t going to. Despite her unease, she was going through with it. The disappointed look on his face told her he’d read that on her face, too.

She had avoided her powers for so long, but she no longer could. It was now a matter of life or death, quite literally. Bryce’s friends needed to know what threat they were facing, but they needed to be told so they could help Elain’s family and world too. So many things had changed in her life so quickly, she was not ready for yet another change. She would not allow it. With that newfound conviction, she draped her arms around Azriel’s neck. He stilled, his shadows peeking from his shoulders. She smiled at them, right as Azriel scooped her up and began their flight to the House of Wind, where the Inner Circle and Bryce were waiting for them.

They arrived shortly after, and Elain’s breath caught as her eyes took in the large bathtub standing in front of her.

She had not taken that into account. How she would feel to submerge herself under the water, so similar to how she had been forced under it to turn her into Fae. Her baths since that day had been fast, and she had never gone underwater with her head.

Azriel stiffened at her side, his hand inching toward hers. As if he might offer her that kind of comfort. She almost caved in, but Amren’s curt voice made her forget about all that. “Come here, girl. Bryce will explain to you what will happen.”

Elain nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on that bathtub.

She took a step forward.

She almost turned around and fled.

No, she refused to let that fear win.

Her mind threatened to replay her those moments in which she was forever changed, but she forced them away.

She took a deep breath, and another, and another.

She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, but she ignored them and forced a foot in front of the other, then did the same again.

And again, and again, and again.

Until she had covered the distance to the bathtub.

Her head was roaring with panic, her hands shaking and clammy.

“I don’t know how well this will work. As I said, there’s usually a set of three. You’re only one,” Bryce cautioned. “You will need to wear this mask,” Bryce said, handing her a carefully crafted mask. “And go all the way under the water. I will add the bloodsalt— or bloodbane, however you want to call it. It should take you to my world.” Bryce said, her voice breaking.

“If we see you’re struggling or not being able to reach them, we’ll get you out,” Azriel said, his voice too soft. From the look on Rhys’ face, Elain knew it wasn’t part of the plan. Still, her traitorous heart squeezed at his words. She put on the mask, it not being too constrictive.

Elain looked at her family, their anxious but supportive gazes telling her she was making the right decision, and finally glanced at Azriel. He had a dark look on his face, his jaw clenched tight, but when their eyes made contact it softened. The corners of his mouth tipped up, his smile tight, yet the pressure on her chest lessened, as though a weight had been lifted from it.

She went into the bathtub still looking at him.

At first, she couldn’t see anything.

She could hear the sound of the water, yet everything was as black as the bottom of the bathtub. She tried to relax her muscles, to trick her mind into thinking nothing was amiss. If Nesta had battled her fears, then so could she.

Slowly, Elain started seeing things better.

She was floating in a starry sky. So many stars and so many… worlds. She was seeing worlds!

Excitement threatened to burst over, but she did her best to contain it.

A strange sensation spilled over her skin, and she realized they must have put the bloodbane in the water.

Suddenly, she was being propelled forward, spinning so fast she became dizzy. She struggled against this invisible force, but just as it had begun, it stopped. She took a few moments to make sure the contents of her stomach wouldn’t spill over, and then opened her eyes that she did not remember closing.

Dark eyes were staring right into hers.

Elain suppressed a scream, her heart beating loudly.

She saw that those eyes belonged on gaunt, pale skin, framed by chestnut-brown hair. A female.

“Who-Who are you?” Elain asked, stumbling over her words.

“I’m a mystic,” the female simply said. Elain could have cried from joy. She could understand her, and the mystic could understand her.

Elain tried again. “What’s your name?”

The female blinked. “Who asks?”

Elain tried to assess the risks of revealing her name. But before she could come to a decision, the mystic spoke again. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Her voice didn’t sound mocking, only curious. Still, Elain blushed deeply. “I haven’t, no. I didn’t know I could do this. I’m only a seer, where I come from.”

When the mystic didn’t say anything, Elain said, “I need to send a warning to someone. To a certain Ithan Holstrom.” That was the name Bryce had given her.

The female seemed to freeze. Elain gasped. “You know him.”

The mystic assessed her, and then gave a tiny nod Elain might have missed if she hadn’t been looking for it.

“Tell him his friend, Bryce, has landed in the world I come from— we call it Prythian, but in your world it might have a different name.” She relayed all the necessary information in a succinct way, the female paling even more with each word she pronounced.

“Tell Bryce that he’s listening right now, that we’ll try whatever we can to help her from here.”

“Elain nodded. “I will.” She promised.

“Well, I better—” The mystic’s voice suddenly cut off, and her eyes started rolling in the back of her head, her body thrashing. Elain screamed then. Then a cruel, cold face came between them, a sinister smile painting it.

Elain’s breath was stolen from her lungs.

She needed to go back, back back.

She made to float away, but a freezing hand grabbed her wrist. It was squeezing her to the point of pain, and she tried to shake it off but his grip would not budge. Her thrashing became frantic, desperate to get away from this—this—

“Tell Bryce Quinlan that we’re coming for her. And that there’s nothing she can do to stop us,” said the deceivingly soft voice.

It was an Asteri. A Daglan.

Agitation overtook her and tried to break free from the grip of this parasite, but instead it squeezed harder, making it impossible for her to break free from it.

She started sobbing, and she tried to scream, but she couldn’t.

No matter how hard she tried, her lungs would not suck in any air.

She needed to get out, out, out of here—

She couldn’t breathe anymore, and black spots appeared in her line of vision.

She was crying as she started losing consciousness.

Elain opened her eyes again as she was being lifted by strong arms.

Blinding light made them close again.

She could hear raised voices, though she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

She took in a big gasp of air, savoring every moment of it.

Her wet clothes clung to her, her hair matted against the sides of her face. Someone was passing a hand through it, freeing her face. The feel of the air against her skin was the most beautiful feeling she’d ever had.

Soft lips pressed to her temple, leaving kisses and soothing words against it.

She took another steadying breath and opened her eyes again.

This time, the light wasn’t nearly as painful, and she managed to keep them open.

The first thing she saw was Cassian, her sister Nesta’s mate. She had on a worried face, and let out a small sigh of relief at seeing her sister breathe and alert. Her reaction seemed to lessen her other sister’s, Feyre, panic too, whose shoulders slumped as she leaned against her mate, Rhysand.

She couldn’t see Amren or Bryce, but she knew for certain the male holding her was Azriel.

“I’m fine,” she let out, her voice breathy, yet Azriel didn’t let her go.

No, he held her tighter to him.

He murmured something again, and this time she could make out “you’re alright you’re alright you’re alright” as though the words were a prayer.

She laid a hand on his big arm, and he laid his head on hers.

Her heart gave a squeeze.

Elain realized then that he needed to know she was okay. That nothing had befallen her.

So she caressed his arm, and nuzzled his cheek.

He gave a sigh of contentment.

She smiled.

“I’m fine, Azriel.” She said again, and this time he seemed to hear her. Still, he didn’t move.

She tried to shift, to catch his eyes, but he wouldn’t let her move, his hands gripping her waist as though she might disappear if he let go of her.

So she repeated, again and again, those three words, until at last he seemed to come back to the present and she was able to turn in his arms.

Elain pressed a kiss to his left cheek, then another on the other, and then met his eyes. And held onto them to convey that she was thoroughly alright.

He nodded, and shifted his gaze on Rhysand.

But it wasn’t the latter who spoke.

“Holy shit, you’re mates,” was all Bryce said.

Elain’s eyes widened as they landed on the redhead, but something in her chest shifted, a sense of rightness settling over her for the first time, and she could swear she heard a voice sing in her ear, finally, things are right.

Nothing had ever made more sense to her than those words.

With a smile, Elain leaned back against the chest of her mate.

#elain archeron #azriel #elriel #elriel fic #elriel fanfic #hosab spoilers #mystics #mating bond reveal #bryce quinlan #inner circle #acotar #acosf

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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HOSAB spoilers

Ruhn doing Lidia’s hair cause he obviously has the most luscious locks

Written with @snelbz

A/N: Enjoy the fluff! x

Warnings: none.

As Lidia climbed out of her car and gazed up at the salon before her, she took a deep breath. Tonight was important, like life-changing important, and she needed to look her best. She just wished she would have thought of this plan before the day of, but there was nothing to do now but hope for the best.

As she entered the salon, she waved to the girl working the front desk and made her way to a familiar station towards the front. The seat was occupied by a gorgeous brunette, but she wasn’t concerned about the person sitting. She cared more about the man behind it.

When Ruhn’s violet eyes met hers, they were lit with surprise. “Hey.”

“Hey.” She gave the brunette in the chair a polite smile before turning back to Ruhn. “I need a favor.”

He continued running the heated barrel of a curling iron through the woman’s hair, but asked, “Okay?”

“So I’ve got this date tonight…” She began and his eyes snapped to hers. “I know I don’t have an appointment, but do you think you’ve got time to squeeze me into your books?”

The woman looked at Lidia like she was insane, and to be honest, she was. There was a month-long wait list to even sit in Ruhn Danaan’s chair for a consultation and the fact that she was turning up and asking for a walk in? Even if she was already one of his clients, she knew it was a few weeks out for a trim.

He frowned, almost completely ignoring the woman in his chair as he turned to face Lidia. He searched her eyes for a minute, and she wondered what it was he was thinking. At last, he said, “A date?”

She nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. “If not, it’s fine, but I thought I’d—”

“Give me ten minutes. I’ll work you into my lunch break,” he said, and turned back toward his client. “If you wanted to get me a coffee in that ten minutes, I wouldn’t hate it.”

He shot her a subtle grin as she fought the urge to jump on him. He got back to work, and she ran across the street to a little cafe to get him a coffee. She knew he liked it black most of the time — an obvious guess based on the rest of his appearance and demeanor — but knew he occasionally wanted something more than just the bitter drink. She grabbed a handful of sugar and creamer just to be safe. The thought had her chuckling to herself as she made her way back across the street to the salon.

Ruhn was wrapping up with his client so Lidia took a seat to wait. He was handsome in a completely non-traditional way. His hair was long, except for the part that was shaved, and he had more piercings than she could count. She knew many more laid beneath his clothes and couldn’t help as her eyes trailed along the tattoos that disappeared beneath his black t-shirt. He was dressed more casually than anyone else in the upscale salon. In fact, he looked like he didn’t fit in much, in his jeans and old black boots, but he surely brought in more clients than anyone else. One of the magazines did a spread on him a few years back and his career had skyrocketed, thanks to the unique cuts and colors he was now known for. Lidia had asked him about it once, about how he had gotten into his field, and he just shrugged and said that his mother was a hair stylist and his father, who was a dick, hated the idea of him getting into any sort of cosmetology once he had expressed interest in it in high school.

So that’s exactly what he did, just to smite his old man.

And he ended up loving it.

She hadn’t even noticed the woman leaving until the coffee was plucked from her hands and she looked up at him with a start.

He was smirking and inclined his head towards his now unoccupied station. “Ready?”

Jumping to her feet, Lidia smiled at him. “You really are the best.”

He led the way to the station and finished sweeping up the last of the hair from his last client. “If this date is really as important as you’re making it out to be, you’ve got to be looking your best.”

After sitting her down, Ruhn put the cape on her, despite only styling her hair. As he pulled the clip from it and let her blonde locks fall loose around her shoulders, he asked, “So tell me about this date. Who is he?”

She blushed as she met his gaze in the mirror as he dragged a brush through her hair, working the tangles free. “Well, we’ve known each other a while. He’s extremely creative and has a great work ethic. He’s funny and makes me smile and—”

“Is he hot?”

Lidia laughed, trying not to move her head so much and he sectioned her hair out and reached for the hot curling iron. “That’s not all that matters.”

“Bullshit,” he said, an eyebrow quirked in a way that told her he was the one full of a shit and was messing with her.

“Maybe to you,” she joked, but then added, “but yes, to answer your question, he is.”

“Hmmm.” He wrapped a section of her hair around the barrel. “Lucky you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d say he’s the lucky one. I’m a hell of a date.”

Ruhn chuckled, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “I’m sure. Where’s he taking you?”

Lidia chewed on her bottom lip. “Don’t know. He won’t tell me. Wants it to be a surprise.”

“Sounds like a dick move,” Ruhn muttered.

Lidia laughed. “I don’t know. I think it’s kind of romantic.”

“What if he takes you somewhere shitty?” Ruhn pushed, meeting her eyes in their reflection once more.

“Then I guess he’s not as good of a catch as I thought,” Lidia said, trying to keep still as he grabbed another section to curl.

Ruhn raised a brow. She liked it when he did that. It suited him. “Sounds like you have high expectations.”

She shrugged as he continued to make his way around her head. “Should I not?”

“Oh no, you should,” he said, with a small smile. “Don’t settle for anything or anyone. Let’s just hope this guy brings his A-game.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Lidia asked, humored. “Should I kick his ass to the curb?”

“Absolutely,” he said, with no hesitation. “He’d better show up with flowers and a night planned to perfection. If he doesn’t impress you, doesn’t blow your mind, then he’s gone.”

“Noted,” she responded, doing her best not to smirk. “Anything else I should remember?”

“Hmm,” he mused, reaching for the hairspray to lock in the work he’d done. “Don’t sleep with him.”

Lidia’s mouth popped open as he adjusted her hair, tossing her a wink, and she looked around to see if anyone else had heard him. “Excuse me?”

“Make him work for it,” he said, setting down his curling iron and taking off the cape. With one more wink, he said, “Have a good time tonight.”

She was still shocked by what he’d told her that she could only stare at him.

“My next appointment is in five minutes,” Ruhn added when she didn’t get up.

Lidia’s back straightened as she stood. “How much do I owe you?”

“Consider the coffee payment,” he said, eyes bright, and Lidia eyed him for another minute suspiciously before nodding.

“Thank you,” she said, turning towards the door.

“Welcome,” he grinned. “See you for your trim in a couple of weeks.”

Her eyes narrowed but Lidia said no more before leaving the salon. She drove back to her apartment with the radio playing quietly in the background, thinking about all of the so-called advice that Ruhn had given her. It was all she could think about as her afternoon went on. She still had a few hours before her date came to pick her up, so she spent half that time reading. After she felt enough time had gone by, she cleaned her face and reapplied her makeup a little more dramatically. Her hair looked phenomenal, and the little black dress that she slipped on completed the look.

Ruhn was right. Her date better bring his A-game, because she looked hot as shit. She checked the time — she only had twenty more minutes before he arrived. He better not be late.

He wasn’t.

He was five minutes early.

Lidia decided to let him wait out there a minute. Ruhn’s words came back to her: Make him work for it. She may as well start now. After looking at her reflection for another minute, Lidia took her time getting her clutch and opened it up, making sure all of the contents were there. Lipstick, money, I.D., hand sanitizer, a small pack of tissues. It’s what was always in her clutch. Nothing had changed. But she still took the time to count the contents and make sure she didn’t need anything more.

After that, she took another long look at herself in the mirror.

Her date knocked once more.

After a deep breath, she smoothed out her dress that didn’t need smoothing out and strode towards the door. Excitement brewed in the pit of her stomach and she could hardly contain herself, although she would never let it show, as she opened the door.

The jeans and black t-shirt were gone and in their place were a pair of slacks and a button down and blazer. The boots were still firmly in place, but as Lidia dragged her gaze over him top to bottom, she couldn’t miss the smirk on his face as he toyed with that damn lip ring.

Ruhn Danaan was something straight out of a magazine and by the stars, she was a lucky bitch.

“You’re early,” she said, pulling the door shut behind her and stepping closer.

“Wouldn’t want you to think I’m not bringing my A-game,” he said, taking her hand and tugging her towards him. She melted into his touch, turning her face up to him just as his lips met hers, unable to stop the smile blooming. After a moment, he pulled away. “You look absolutely beautiful. Ready?”

She nodded, but as he stepped back, she didn’t move. He glanced back at her with an eyebrow raised, finding a similar expression on her face. “What?”

“Where are my flowers?”

“Where are—?” His violet eyes lit up as he remembered what he’d said earlier. His grip on her hand tightened and he admitted, “On my kitchen counter. I sort of forgot them when I decided to come early.”

Lidia shook her head as she clicked her tongue. “I was told if I’m not impressed—”

“I think you should wait to test that theory,” Ruhn interjected, and Lidia could help but laugh. “I promise you’ll get your flowers, but first…just wait to see what the rest of the night entails.”

LIdia pretended to think on it. “I don’t know. Went to the salon. Got some pretty good advice. Pretty sure I’m supposed to leave you in the dust.”

“Don’t you dare,” he murmured and stepped closer, capturing her lips with his. Lidia sank into that kiss, not caring that he was currently ruining her lipstick. He broke that kiss a minute later but kept his arms around her waist as he asked, “Hungry?”

“Starving.” “Good.”

Ruhn took her across town to a new restaurant that they had never been to, but had raving reviews. It took months to get a reservation, and Lidia wanted to ask Ruhn how he made it possible, but she kind of liked the mystery of it all.

They ate steak that was way too expensive and drank wine that had Lidia giggling - giggling - by the time that they left. She had never eaten food so good, had never tasted food so delicious. She was stuffed and tipsy, and amazed when Ruhn said their night wasn’t even close to being done.

They took a walk through the city, hand in hand, pausing to kiss in dark corners until Lidia’s lipstick was nonexistent.

By the time they were heading back to Ruhn’s apartment, Lidia felt a joy so overwhelming that she nearly felt like she was living in a dream and knew it had nothing to do with the wine from dinner. In fact, the wine was wearing off and she was getting tired. Nothing sounded better than slipping on one of Ruhn’s tees and snuggling up close to him in his bed until morning.

As they ascended the stairs to his door, Lidia asked, “Do you want to turn on something scary or something funny to watch?”

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I thought we could do romance tonight.”

Blinking up at her boyfriend, Lidia stared. “Romance— what?”

Ruhn didn’t respond as they reached his door and he unlocked it, swinging it wide.

Lidia gasped as she took in the display before her.

Flickering tea candles sat atop every surface in the front room, illuminating the myriad of picture frames sat around, showcasing pictures, milestones and memories from their eight months together, while rose petals were on the floor. But not a scattering or a few tossed here and there.

There was an absurd amount of rose petals on the floor, so many that there were parts of the floor that seemed to be completely red.

A gentle hand in the small of her back had Lidia walking deeper into the living room, ignoring the petals in the floor to take in the rest of the scene around her.

“Ruhn…”

He said nothing and Lidia couldn’t take her eyes off of her surroundings as a million emotions swept through her mind and soul. When her vision blurred, she turned to face him.

And found him down on one knee.

“I’m not a traditional person by any means,” he began, quietly, “but I wanted to do this right.” Lidia swallowed, not trusting herself to speak. Ruhn smiled, his eyes bright. “I love you,” he said, and his voice was quiet, as if his nerves were taking away its strength. “And I know we haven’t been dating very long, not even a year, but I’ve known for a long time that you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, however long it may be. You make me happy. And you scare me a little bit, which strangely turns me on.” Lidia huffed a laugh as a tear spilled down her cheek. Ruhn pushed on. “I can’t imagine this life without you. I want you, so badly, more than anything, to be my wife. And if you say yes, then I promise to spend everyday trying my damndest to make you the happiest woman alive, to be worthy of you.” He swallowed, and Lidia felt like she was dreaming. “Marry me,” he breathed. “Please.”

For a moment, she didn’t answer, didn’t move, didn’t say a thing, and Ruhn’s smile faltered, but then she began to laugh. It was a quiet laugh, but one that took complete control of her body and mind as she nodded. The tension in Ruhn’s shoulders faded as she said, “Yes. Yes!”

Before Ruhn could catch his breath, before he could even comprehend what she had said, his back was against the hardwood floor and Lidia was lying on top of him, her mouth pressed to his. His tongue swept against hers before she leaned back, contentedly, and he slid the ring he’d bought onto her finger.

They both stared at it for a moment in serene appreciation before Lidia fell into his arms again.

“I love you,” she breathed, and he replied with the same words, full of love and triumph and excitement.

They moved from the floor to the couch to the bedroom, and by the time they were done, Lidia’s hair was an absolute mess.

But it was fine.

Her fiancé could fix it.

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artisticallyalexis · 8 months

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Headcanon event, after Hunt is freed Ruhn and him go on a side quest together to the tattoo parlor. Ruhn explains how tattoos make him feel in control of his life and choices; Hunt decided then and there to get his ears pierced (he isn't keen on donning another tattoo just yet), one of his first bodily choices as a free angel.

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highqueenofelfhame · 4 months

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hlizr50 · 4 months

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As we prepare for HOFAS, I have feelings. Maybe it seems a bit dramatic, but for me it's a little bittersweet to arrive at the day where my post-canon-at-the-time fanfic will be confirmed to be no longer potentially canon.

Vérzavar Ház is a story that I am endlessly proud of. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone, pushed my writing, took feedback and expanded stories and feelings. It is the best thing I've created, and I'm so thankful to have had an audience to share it with.

Thank you to everyone who read a chapter, or all 29. Who gave me kudos or called me a monster or demanded that I fix all the terrible things that happened in these pages. And thank you, in advance, to anyone who may read it going forward, knowing that it will diverge from canon.

If you are anything like me, you are fully invested in the Ruhn/Lidia plot line of House of Flame and Shadow. The anxiety is high, the worry is real, and I'm excited to see the development of their relationship in the terrible situation in which they find themselves.

But there will always be a little part of my heart that will consider Vérzavar Ház as the truth, regardless of what happens next.

Thank you to everyone who read this. Good vibes to you as we embark on this HOFAS journey.

Hopefully it will inspire me to break your hearts once again.

Until next time, my friends!

Special shout-outs:

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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Hello! I'm back again to bother you with a silly little request. So I was reading your Lucien comfort fic and it was amazing and I saw you were looking for Ruhn requests so here you go. So maybe the reader is someone who gets hurt easily? Maybe becaue they're very clumsy and those small injuries bleed a little but the reader just cant resist the urge to pick the scabs that form? I know I'm always scolding my friends for picking theyre scabs. So you could either go of from there or I had a small idea that maybe the reader could be Hunts sister? And nobody knows that reader and Ruhn were dating but maybe the reader keeps constantly picking at her scabs so Ruhn just pins her arms to the headboard and Hunt just walks in at that moment?

This request is all over the place and I'm so sorry for that but yeah thats my idea and I hope you have a great day!

you are never a bother, love💜 I had fun with the "Ruhn pins her arms to the headboard" part so it got a little suggestive lol

Healing Touch

Ruhn x Reader

Warnings: mentions of minors injuries (cuts/bruises), quite suggestive

“Hi, my love,” you greeted, pushing up on your toes to pull Ruhn in for a kiss.

“Hi,” he murmured against your lips, cheekily dragging his lip ring across your mouth before pulling away. Yelling sounded from the living room, making you jump in surprise as you tripped, Ruhn chuckling as he caught you in his arms.

“What do you do when I’m not around to catch you?” he teased.

“I just fall,” you laughed, gesturing to the bruises on your legs from the many times you’d tripped and bumped into furniture from your own clumsiness.

More shouts sounded, Declan and Flynn’s voices echoing as they argued about whatever game they were playing. Ruhn gave you an apologetic look.

“Why don’t we go up to my room?” he offered, and you nodded, taking the handrail as you headed up the wooden staircase. Ruhn followed behind you, asking you about your day when you turned to respond, misjudging the height of the next step and tripping for the second time this evening.

Ruhn caught you by the waist, keeping your head from hitting the wooden step, but you’d hit your knee hard enough to leave an already darkening bruise. With a sigh, you pouted, taking a seat on the steps as you rubbed your knee.

“Come on, love,” Ruhn murmured, crouching down to pick you up bridal style as he continued up the stairs. “I’ll get you some ice for that.”

You snuggled into the warmth of his chest, admiring the long black hair that flowed over his shoulder, the steady breaths of his chest, his confident and coordinated strides. Ruhn kicked the ajar door open with his boot, swiftly kicking it shut behind him without so much as shifting you in his broad arms.

Regretfully, you allowed him to set you down on his bed as Ruhn went downstairs to get some ice. You scanned the room, band posters and amateur art hanging on the walls. Leaning over to peek at the picture frame on his nightstand, you winced at the pressure on your knee.

Sitting down against the mattress, you saw the bruise forming right alongside a healing cut. You couldn’t help but scratch at the skin, your nails against the wound helping to alleviate the itchy pain.

Ruhn came in the room, violet eyes going wide as he stared at your leg. Looking down, you found that you’d reopened the cut, blood trickling down your leg.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you gasped, taking the rag with ice from Ruhn’s hand as you tried to clean up the mess on your skin.

“It’s okay, love. How did that happen?” he questioned, nodding towards your opened cut. You lifted the rag to look at the injury, the itch immediately returning once you removed the ice.

“I can’t remember. I either cut myself shaving or maybe I bumped into the edge of a table? Or maybe my dog scratched me. It happens all the time,” you babbled, oblivious that your nails had returned to scratching the skin for relief.

“Woah! Hey, stop that,” Ruhn scolded, his hand taking your wrist as he pulled it from your leg, thumb softly stroking your pulse. “You’re making it worse, love. You can’t scratch at it, or it won’t heal.” Taking the rag from you, Ruhn cleaned up your leg, gently holding the ice to your skin.

You groaned in frustration, yearning to investigate your injuries that Ruhn had covered from you. “I can’t help it. It feels better to scratch them, Ruhn,” you huffed, legs shaking with nervous energy.

“Mm, well if you can’t help it, I think I know how to help you,” Ruhn purred in your ear, taking your other wrist in his hand as he pinned them above your head, straddling your hips as he caged you in against the mattress.

“I could just distract you,” he whispered, warm breath tickling your ear as he kissed his way down your neck.

Breathless, you arched into his touch, bruises forgotten as you wrapped your legs around his hips. “That sounds like a possible solution,” you whispered, mewling as Ruhn sucked on the base of your throat, groaning as he ground his hips into yours.

A short knock sounded, the door swinging open as Bryce strode in the room. “Ruhn, have you seen-“

She stopped, cupping a hand over her mouth as she gasped, holding back her laughter. When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, your brother, Hunt, followed in after Bryce, his gaze following hers to where you lay pinned on the bed.

Rage filled his eyes as the Umbra Mortis shone through them, lightning shooting from his fingertips as he glared at Ruhn. Bryce put a calming hand on his chest, poorly trying to hide her amusement as you leapt up from the bed.

“Hunt, it’s not what it looks like!” You pleaded. All three heads turned, giving you incredulous looks. “Okay, maybe it is what it seems. Ruhn and I have been dating for awhile.”

Hunt still simmered with rage, still not saying a word as you continued to babble your defense. Ruhn’s hand came to rest on your lower back, the gesture immediately soothing as he began to speak.

“I just want you both to know that this isn’t casual. I love her,” he confessed. Your head whipped to look at the prince, the blush dusting his cheeks as violet eyes turned to gauge your reaction. You hadn’t said those words yet.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, tears springing in your eyes as you pulled him in for a kiss, forgetting your brother was standing right there.

Hunt loudly cleared his throat, pulling you back to reality as you stared sheepishly at your brother. “Please do not do that in front of me again,” he grumbled, allowing Bryce to push him out the door as she winked at you.

With a sigh, you flopped back against the mattress, both mortified and elated by today’s events. Ruhn simply chuckled, opening your legs as he settled in between them. His eyes sparkled as he lifted your leg, drawing your attention to the feline smirk he wore.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your ankle. “I love you,” he whispered again, pressing a light kiss to the bruise on your shin.

Ruhn peppered kisses to each mark he could find, long black hair cascading over his shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with yours above your head.

“And I love you,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips once more as you found yourself eager to finish what you had started.

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jeannineee · 10 months

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Y’all, send in requests, PLEASE.

I have Lucien x reader, and Nessian x reader coming. I love you guys!!!

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #acomaf #smut #throne of glass #crescent city #tog #hoeab #HOSAB #sjm fanfic

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loneliestluvr · 3 months

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the way i so painfully have to wait for my HOFAS paperback to get here until next month because it’s coming from the UK. foot tapping.

AND THAT MEANS I REFUSE TO FINISH THE LAST 100 PAGES OF HOSAB THAT I HAVE LEFT BECAUSE I WILL WANT TO READ HOFAS IMMEDIATELY AFTER. foot tapping intensifies.

and that means I HAVE TO WAIT EVEN LONGER TO THOROUGHLY PLAN MY FANFIC AND I THINK THAT SOME STUFF THAT HAPPENS MAKES REALLY GOOD SENSE WITH WHAT IVE ALREADY PICKED OUT FOR MY OCS SO I REALLY WANNA READ IT

guys im so excited for this fic likeeeeeeeeee

im literally—

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nikethestatue · 2 years

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The Kings’ Wife

Chapter 8

“Cherry Bomb”

Warnings: Extremely explicit and pervasive language throughout

“ My soul chose yours. And a soul doesn’t just forget that.”

Azriel woke up tangled. It was his usual five in the morning wakeup call, without the actual call, because he woke up naturally at this time.

But he usually did not wake up tangled. In fact, never.

Not since Morrigan. He’d never had a woman in his bed, let alone spending the night.

Whenever he invited someone over, he certainly didn’t invite them here, to his house, about which no one knew. He usually took them to the penthouse at the King’s hotel and dealt with them there, though he still didn't spend the night. Once the companions fell asleep, he removed himself from the bed, arranged for room service to be brought to them in the morning, and then slipped through the back entrance and went home.

Sleeping with someone in the same bed was a little too vulnerable for his taste. He preferred his relationships to be transactional and emotionless.

Yet, once he came to, he found himself tangled with his wife.

Mwah-Mwah’s pink ass was in his face, and Elain’s wild hair loosened from the braid and were about to conquer Europe with sheer mass alone. He wasn’t sure who the snuggler was, because he didn’t recall moving onto her and touching her, but here he was, with her juicy ass planted in the cradle of his hips, his solid dick digging into her soft flesh, and his hand definitely firmly grasping her hefty tit. Yep. Seemed like he was the snuggler. Because she was sleeping like the dead. Kind of indifferent to all the groping that he was inflicting upon her delicious body.

He didn’t move, simply savouring the togetherness and her stillness and the soft breathing. This was different from the last time when she slept with him–they were tense and nervous, and she sneaked in and out of his bedroom like a little thief. There was no touching, certainly no snuggling, and definitely no soft titties in his hands. The cold feet though–still there. But this felt sublime too. Cold feet or not, he experienced a sort of strange emotional settling, as if everything in his life was alright. He felt like he’d been trudging and trudging for years, in a peculiar darkness, a shadowy bleakness of the thing that was his life. Yeah, on the surface he had what everyone else would envy–the looks, the money, the power, the innate sense of style and authority that he radiated easily and naturally. He was both feared and respected, but never loved. His men were loyal to him, and for that he was grateful. But his life revolved, endlessly, around two things–acquisition of more power and revenge. Neither was particularly healthy, or satisfying. And he was tired. So fucking tired. Sometimes, it felt like he’s been tired since birth. His mother escaped, but he didn’t. Couldn’t. The Old King had never let him go and he’s been chained to his fate, to this empty, violent life forever. Him and Ruhn–the two of them shared the same unfortunate existence, though sometimes, he thought that Ruhn got it even worse than him. Ruhn had been programmed, moulded and forced into a life of brutality and torture. Yes, it came naturally to his brother, this penchant for pain, and dominance, and when teachers worried about Ruhn's predilection towards cruelty and ruthlessness, the Old King nurtured and developed these tendencies, honing them into what Ruhn ultimately became–the enforcer that was feared by everyone.

Now…well. As he tugged his warm, soft wife closer to him, he thought perhaps, just perhaps, his path veered into a new trajectory. What should’ve been a marriage of bullshit and obligation–and that was something that Azriel fully expected, knowing that he wouldn’t find love and a wife who was in love with him, or even held affection towards him–was turning out to be…wonderful?

These ugly-ass PJs though–they won’t do. He carefully managed to unbutton a few buttons, because Elain was covered tighter than a nun’s asshole.

She moved sleepily against him, grinding her wonderful behind into his dick and the dick was pleased. It definitely perked up, curious and eager, as if finally waking up from a lengthy slumber. Ignoring the over-excited appendage, Azriel unbuttoned her further, none too pleased that she wasn’t somehow marked by him currently. He’d have to remedy that shortly.

At last, he managed to free her shoulder and her arm from the confines of her shirt and pressed his face into the warm skin scented with jasmine and honey. He bit her, gently. Nothing that would leave a mark, but it felt good to sink his teeth into her skin.

He traced the word Mine on her skin with his finger, over and over again. Mine. Mine. Mine . He was a possessive man, he knew that about himself, but Elain, in fact, drove him out of his mind. He ached to make her his–in every possible way. Not only in name, though that was taken care of already with Ms. Elain Azriel King sleeping beside him, and not only sexually, though the promise of utter possession and domination of her gorgeous body, of her virginal pussy, of her orgasms from him, and on his cock were all beyond tempting. But still wasn’t enough. A part of him, the most base and probably the most unattractive part, wanted to burrow into her, and lay claim on her very essence forever. His , was what she was.

He drew his nose over her cheek and then bit her ear.

Not particularly gently either.

He bit the whole thing, munching on it and traced the word ‘mine’ yet again on her shoulder until she shivered and moaned,

“It tickles…”

He jerked his hand away, upset that he had woken her up.

“Aww,” she screeched and elbowed him, “stop biting my ear! You gonna eat it,”

“I will eat it,” he growled.

“Why are you so weird?” she demanded, “why are you biting my butt and my ears?”

“You are very biteable,” he explained with a shrug and finally released her ear from his mouth, and she rubbed it furiously, muttering under her breath,

“Cannibal,”

Azriel laughed and it felt good.

He hadn’t been laughing first thing in the morning…well, ever. He hadn’t been called ‘cannibal’ either. So there was that.

“Why a cannibal? I thought I’d be a sexy vampire?” he demanded, biting her cheek and her wrist.

“Vampires don’t bite butts!” she rolled her eyes, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Some do. Butts are nice and tasty,” he demonstrated by grabbing a handful of hers and smoothed his palm against it.

“What time is it anyway?”

“5:07,” he glanced at his watch and she rolled her eyes and then dramatically fell into the pillows.

She groaned, “Monster,” and Azriel laughed out loud. Again.

Then he wrapped his arms around her tightly and rubbed his nose into her cheek.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered into her neck, ”I am sorry I woke you,”

Elain kissed his face gently and then grabbed Mwah-Mwah and pressed it to her chest.

“Are you my girl?” he whispered, stroking the side of her face.

She nodded sleepily.

“Yes. Mrs. Elain Azriel King,” she notified him and he smiled.

“I am going to take a shower, Mrs. Elain Azriel King,” he kissed her cheek and slipped from the bed, though it was the last thing he wanted to do right now, and he was cursing his life internally. She snuggled under the duvet and he looked back at her, smiling to himself and feeling mighty pleased that she was in his bed. When she kissed him, she even smelled like him, which he didn’t mind one bit.

In the shower, all he could think of was the girl in his bed. The wonderfully familiar, yet still completely undiscovered body, her morning smile and how she felt in his arms. He wasn’t a fan of shower sex–in fact, he meant to tell Fenrys not to venture down that path, and accidentally slip and fall or cause some other calamity and consequently hurt Elain–but right now, he was definitely thinking of pulling Elain from bed and stripping off her atrocious PJs and giving her a couple of orgasms. He sighed, looking down and considering his hard-on. Truthfully, it’s been a while since he’s been sporting a morning glory and here it was, staring him in the face. Apparently, he was feeling entirely more relaxed and comfortable with his situation than before, because as he rubbed his cock, it actually gave him pleasure. Fisting himself tighter, he closed his eyes and pressed his hand to the tiles, working himself over and thinking of Elain. At least, once he actually did have sex with his wife, she’d be pleased and pleasured. But he still wondered what she’d look like when he entered her. How tight would she be? What sounds would she make? Was she a screamer? He would’ve liked her to be a screamer. He wouldn’t have minded his brothers hearing him take her. He still wasn’t sure what and how he’d feel if another man was inside of her–he didn't mind when she and Fen engaged in their heated makeout sessions, and didn’t mind Ruhn’s hands roaming over her body.

But what if by some strange cosmic miscalculation, she was made for the three of them? One for all three? Because he suspected that that was in fact the case in their strange situation. His brothers were, in fact, desperate for her–completely besotted, utterly enamoured, violently protective.

He jerked and exhaled deeply, watching his cum splatter on the wall and slide slowly into the shower. Well, this wasn’t amazing, but it had to do for now. At least he wasn’t going to be lunging at Elain.

He quickly washed his hair and brushed his teeth and then grabbed a towel, tiptoeing out of the bathroom. Elain was wrapped in the duvet as usual, her hair spilling across all the pillows. He dried his chest in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, before wiping his yet-again semi-hard cock, honestly, kind of surprised by the eager fella.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, spying Elain’s brown eyes gleaming in the darkness, watching him. “I thought you were sleeping!”

“I am sleeping,” she notified him. “You are naked…”

“I usually shower naked,” he agreed, wiping his neck and shoulder slowly, though the towel hung at a strategic angle, covering him just enough.

She flipped on her back and propped herself on her elbows, watching him.

“I thought you were sleeping,” he commented.

She grunted something in response, but remained in her present pose, watching him.

Azriel sighed and then cried,

“That’s it! I can’t take it anymore!”

“Take what?” Elain asked in confusion, her eyes snaking over his damp nude body and sliding down time and time again. Somehow, it amused him. She wasn’t even subtle about it–her adorable curiosity was on full display and when she licked her plump lower lip, eyeing his towel, he fought the urge to toss it aside, have her take a good look, and then spread her out beneath him,

No.

“This!” he waved his hand to her body, “the ugly ass pyjamas! Where did you even get them? Nun-R-Us?!?”

She looked down and frowned, “why don’t you like them?”

“If you were covered any further, you’d be wearing a spacesuit!” he went into his closet, forgetting to wrap the towel around his waist and allowing her a perfect view of his ass.

“You can crack walnuts with your butt!” she announced, giggling.

He grunted, shaking his head, smiling to himself and then said, “run to the kitchen, bring a walnut and we’ll test it,”

Elain frowned and then protested, “We don’t have any walnuts in the kitchen,”

“Well, thank the Lord, because then I don’t have to crack one in my ass!” he said with a shrug, as he came back to the bedroom, holding the towel over his crotch.

She eyed him and then pouted and demanded,

“Why can’t I see it?”

“What can’t you see?” he teased, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

Slowly, he wiped his arms, his shoulders, sliding the towel down his ripped stomach, while she watched him, blinking and licking her lips. He could see her chest rising and falling even in the dimness of the room.

“You know,” she tried, “your…thing…”

“My thing ?” he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes and exclaimed, “penis! Your penis.”

“Eww, flower,” he shuddered, “please, for the love of god, don’t,”

“Don’t what?”

“You can call it a dick or a cock, but not a penis…”

She pursed her lips and said, “You are weird. Fine, I wanna see your cock!”

“No,” he said simply.

Then, he gave her a smirk and said, “take it off!”

“Take what off?” she squirmed, her lovely face grimacing in confusion.

“The gross PJs!” he knelt on the bed and then slowly crawled up, mesmerising his innocent wife with his flexing muscles and his shoulders and his tight abs. At last, he straddled her thighs and then ordered, “up,”

“Are we going to do it?” she breathed, blushing profusely, but she followed his command and raised her arms in the air.

He grinned wickedly and pressed, “do what exactly, darling?”

“Well, you know,” she mumbled awkwardly, as he tugged on her long sleeved shirt and pulled it up,

“I don’t,” he said innocently, “please, enlighten me,”

“Yes you do know!” she insisted, but he worked the shirt over her torso and it finally released its hold on her full breasts, which tumbled out of it and caused Azriel’s grin to widen even further.

“I don’t, but I think you should tell me,” he encouraged, tugging the shirt over her head, struggling to push the mass of her hair through the hole.

“Ugh,” she cried with exasperation and finally announced, “the sex…are we doing the sex?”

He was laughing silently, his large body shaking and vibrating, until he finally managed to say, “no,”

“No what?” she snapped.

“I just wanted to see your tits,” he laughed and rolled over her, laughing like a stupid boy.

She shrieked and punched him in the stomach, her fist bouncing off and making her wince, because she just hit a wall of solid muscle.

“No, we are not going to do the sex ,” he kept hollering and she folded her arms on her naked chest and glared at him.

He reached for her and gently pulled her arms off her breasts, baring them again.

“Let me see you, beautiful,”

“That’s Ruhn,” she murmured softly, her cheek pink, while Azriel stroked her neck and her delicate collar bones with his knuckles.

“What’s Ruhn?” he murmured absently, his intense, gorgeous eyes roaming over her nude torso. The generously plump pink nipples tightened before his eyes, as she reached for him and put her hand over his shoulder, squeezing it gently, feeling the heavy thickness of his muscles.

“He calls me ‘beautiful’,” she explained, sliding her hand over the biceps and down his forearm, tracing the black ink with her finger.

“He does,” Azriel agreed.

“So you can’t call me that,” she decided, and then he threaded his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his lips.

“No?”

“No. Each one of you has a different name for me,” she said seriously. “The only time you can mix it is when you all call me ‘baby’. But not ‘babygirl’, because that’s Fen,”

“You’ve thought this through then?” he was amused, but also…placated? If Elain took these pet names so seriously, it told him that she was planning to stay. She wasn’t running. She was developing separate relationships with each one of them, and that…that comforted him. His greatest fear was that one day, Elain will wake up, look around, and realise that none of this is normal and will bolt. She’d file for divorce and leave them and that would be it.

Azriel crossed his legs, mimicking her own pose, and only just remembered to keep his cock covered. It kept bobbing up, very enticed by the proximity to the almost-naked Elain, and he really didn’t want it acting up right this minute.

“How come you send all those cute photos to Ruhn?” he blurted out suddenly, and immediately recoiled, feeling foolish. Jesus. Was he really being a jealous 13 year old boy right now?

Elain cupped his face and traced his cheekbone with her thumb, while offering an adorable little frown.

“What photos?”

He shrugged nervously, and then tried to wave her off, dismissing the comment, but she squeezed his cheek gently and said,

“Ruhn is sweet…”

Sweet wasn’t how Azriel would’ve described his brother, but he didn’t say anything.

“Most people think that he is scary and cruel,” she continued, and with that , Azriel silently agreed, “but he is kind and aching. Cruel and terrifying too,” she smirked, “but not with us…not with me,”

“Not with you, flower,”

“He is my dark soul companion,” she murmured thoughtfully and Azriel thought that that sounded just right. Ruhn was his own ‘dark soul companion’.

“But,” she laughed, “he is also a wild frat boy! That’s what he is. And I fell for him,” she sighed, “like a hooker lined sink!”

Azriel frowned and cocked his brow,

“What?”

“Yep,” she nodded solemnly, “can you imagine? I didn’t think that I would, but,”

“What about ‘hooker’?” Azriel repeated, fighting a losing battle to stifle a laugh, yet also completely baffled.

“Like a hooker lined sink,” she repeated simply.

He buried his face in his hands and shook his head, hollering silently into his palms.

Elain patted his head and assured him, “But you…I still like more. Even when you are a meanie poo.”

“Ellie, I am not a meanie poo,” he protested, but Elain nodded, her face serious, “you are. You sent me to my room like I was a toddler,”

He pushed her down on her back and lay over her, crowding her with his bulk, until her thighs opened for him and he settled between them.

“It was one time, flower,” he argued guiltily. ‘One time! And it will never happen again,”

“You promise?”

“I promise!”

“Never ever?”

“Never. You are my wife and I will never disrespect you like that again.”

He placed a kiss to her brow, and then to her lips.

“I am sorry. Forgive me, flower. Please,” because for Elain, he’d beg. Azriel wasn’t known for saying ‘sorry’ very frequently, if ever, but in the privacy of their bedroom, in the early morning darkness, he wanted to make things right. “And I wasn’t angry with you,” he assured her urgently, kissing her again. “I was angry with Fen,”

“But I was safe with Fen,”

“Fen sometimes loses sight of his abilities, and the limitations of others. I didn’t want you to be in trouble because of him.”

Azriel propped himself on his elbows over Elain’s head and looked at her, genuine fear slithering down his spine at the thought of something happening to her. Even the idea was unacceptable, let alone the actual possibility of it.

He pushed his face into her neck and bit the thin, delicate skin lightly, trying not to leave marks and not actually sucking on her. Just biting and nipping. She arched beneath him and her fingers threaded in his hair, forcing his face down into her neck and her shoulder, which he peppered with tiny kisses and bites.

“Sleep with me always?” he growled heatedly against her warming skin, as he slipped lower and licked her breast top to bottom, making her gasp and squirm.

“I thought you didn’t want me to,” she breathed, looking down at him.

“I am an idiot sometimes,” he confessed with a smirk, and she smiled at him. “Don’t tell anyone though.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” she promised. Then, with their eyes fixed on each other, she requested shyly, “bite me,”

Azriel watched her pant beneath him, her hands eager on his back, squeezing and stroking his skin, digging into his muscles, as the mouthwatering scent of her arousal drifted up to him.

He smirked, but didn’t have to be asked twice, as he clamped his teeth on the soft surface of her generous breast, his tongue licking the skin lightly. She was his ice cream cone.

Ruhn called her his ‘lollipop’ and who could argue? Especially when she loved sucking on those things until her tongue was green, or orange, or purple, or offensively red. She shared them with Ruhn–her lollies–letting him suck on them too. Now, whenever he saw her lapping on one, Ruhn pulled it out of her mouth, licked it, and then pushed it back between her lips. Sometimes, he wouldn’t let go of the stick, and just pushed the candy in and out of her mouth, hinting on what would be expected of her soon enough. It was explicit and sexual–Azriel had watched them, sometimes from the shadows–especially when Elain knelt at Ruhn side like a good little girl, her hands resting on her thighs, and he thrust that fucking lollipop in and out of her mouth, slapping her tongue with it.

Azriel was going to have a talk with Fenrys soon. Fenrys was tasked with teaching her how to suck cock, and he hasn’t even started yet! Which was unacceptable. The three of them had agreed on a task each–mostly based on Elain’s own preferences as they saw her express them–but also on what each one wanted to do with her. Fen was all about sucking and licking, though he was definitely slacking off, and jerking off every morning in the shower with her wasn’t exactly revolutionary. “Cocks are complicated,” Fenrys explained, to which Ruhn argued, “Cocks are simple. Pussies are complicated.” But, whatever Fenrys was doing, seemed to be working. Elain has grown pretty comfortable with the sausage factory around her, and every morning diligently swallowed Fen’s cum. Was it weird that she called it her ‘first breakfast’? Probably. But as long as she enjoyed it, none of them were going to protest.

Azriel wouldn’t have minded feeding his aching dick between these plump lips right now, and make her choke on him until she tapped out (it’s been known to happen with others), but, all in good time. Now, he trailed a path of kisses between her breasts, grasping her thigh in his hand and throwing her leg over his back, so that his eager dick could get a little play time and finally rub between her legs. The towel was lost somewhere between their bodies and nothing stood in the path of Azriel’s burrowing shaft except for her cotton shorts. They were ugly too, like the shirt, but that was something he’d worry about later.

He still didn't want to show it to the moaning Elain, even when he firmly slid the hard-on between the damp folds of her pussy, pushing hard, gliding up and down her clit and making her jerk and gasp every time he did it. Ruhn was correct–pussies were complicated. There was a lot to think about with them–yet, all the pleasure points were also a smorgasbord of sensual delights in which Azriel didn’t mind partaking one bit. He watched his wife, and how her back arched when he pushed his cock just so, and when he squeezed her breast tightly in his hand, pinching her nipple. He teased, but he already knew that Elain didn’t like being teased–she enjoyed being manhandled. Roughness wasn’t something he’d considered when he’d met her, but here they were–he pressed his thumb and forefinger over the tight little bud harder and harder, and she buckled and cried out, but didn’t ask him to stop.

“Fuck yeah, flower,” he groaned into her lips, “does that feel good?”

Elain’s hips ground against him of their own volition and she rubbed her wet centre and her engorged clit against the solid mass of him, riding the length of his dick, and sending waves of pleasure down his balls as she teased the underside of his shaft between her folds.

“Az,” she moaned into his neck, when he raised his head to kiss her.

“You feel so good, Ellie,” he growled into her skin, his kisses becoming more erratic and frantic, as he kissed and kissed her face, her shoulders and her neck, before sliding down and tugging her nipple between his lips. But it suddenly wasn’t enough and he pulled more and more of her breasts into his mouth, sucking savagely, as he squeezed and rolled her other nipple in his fingers. If Elain craved a little pain with her pleasure, he was sure to deliver it to her. His cock was mighty pleased with the attention it was currently receiving, but again, it wasn’t enough. Acting before thinking, Azriel slipped his hand down Elain’s warm body, gliding over her curves and the next thing he knew, he was forcing the damp shorts to the side, his fingers skimming over her wetness, the silky skin of her pussy. And if he wasn’t thinking, then his dick certainly had a mind of its own, as he it pushed messily against the folds and a great, hungry shudder rattled Azriel’s body when his member came in contact with Elain’s sex. She stilled beneath him, as he adjusted himself and pressed the full length of his member between her juicy wet folds, gliding up and down with a slurping, obscene sound.

“Oh god,” she managed, almost sobbing, especially when he bit her nipple just like she requested and worked his hips over her, grinding his pelvis into her clit and making her mewl and cry out with pleasure. Yes, fuck, he’d rather be inside of her right now, buried in her welcoming tightness, but he wasn’t prepared to take it that far right now and instead, he allowed himself the pleasure of rolling in her warm wetness without overthinking everything. Elain was clearly enjoying herself, if her cries and the bite of her nails on his shoulders and the back of his neck was anything to go by.

He didn’t think that anyone’s gone quite so intimately with her before, and he wanted her to experience every sensation to the fullest. He even pulled away from her wonderful breast, which he’s been sucking like his life depended on it, but she pushed his face back into her pillowy tit and he smiled over her nipple.

“Suck,” she demanded imperiously and he didn’t have to be asked twice, all the while Elain rubbed her clit against his cock.

“Come on me, baby,” he urged her, picking her by the ass and angling her hips up so they really melded into his and his shaft plopped firmly into her slit.

“Az, it’s good,” she panted, her heavy tits quaking from the power of their thrusts.

“Good,” he approved, kissing her lips and swiping his tongue against hers. Elain was breathless and flushed beneath him, her cheeks red, her hair a wild mess around her, and a sexier sight Azriel could not imagine. She felt so good against him, her lips and her tongue licking on his, her bouncing tits, her soft belly and the hot warmth of her pussy.

“Baby, come on my dick right now ,” he ordered, his cock throbbing painfully, and he was so turned on, he tittered on the brink of exploding before she did. That would be unseemly and embarrassing, but this was just about too much for him to handle. He couldn’t help it and dipped his fingers into her, smearing them with her essence and pressing them firmly to her swollen clit.

The sound that escaped her was almost animalistic and Azriel thanked all the gods and goddesses and the devil, just in case, for his inexperienced, but completely untamed and unspoiled wife. She took her pleasure freely and openly, unburdened by expectations and without any false shyness. She didn’t know how to act or play games, and for that, he would be forever grateful. She was willing and she was ready and when she came for him, after a few well-placed strokes of his fingers, it was violent and beautiful. He watched her arc off the bed, her legs squeezing his tightly, her hands clawing at his back as she moaned and screamed loudly, jerking and panting, while he allowed himself the relief of his own orgasm, making a mess of her and not caring even a little bit. He came all over her pulsating pussy, soaking it with his cum, while he continued to rub his thumb over her clit. Then, in one firm move, he slid her shorts down her thighs and left her naked.

“I made a right mess of you, flower,” he grinned with satisfaction, watching her splayed form before him. Elain moaned and smeared his seed between her folds, looking down at herself, spreading her legs for him and pushing some cum inside of her.

“It feels good,” she whispered at last, stretching like a cat. “Are you going to fuck me soon?”

He chuckled and then sat up, and covered his cock again,

“Yes, I think so.”

“Good,” she approved with a nod. “I want to get fucked.”

“We’ll fuck you, baby,” he promised and winked at her.

Elain lounged in his bed, throwing her arm behind her head, completely comfortable with her nudity, keeping her legs slightly open for his observation, as he devoured the sight of his cum slowly dripping down her glistening slit.

“When are we going on a date, Rogue?” she then asked, while he stood over her, gathered her feet in his hands and pressed them to his chest. “Also, when are you going to show me your cock?”

“When I am inside of you,” he shrugged, rubbing her feet, while she stepped over his pecs with her little toes. “As promised,”

She pouted and said, “I don’t think it’s fair. Also, it feels very very big…Like the biggest!”

He laughed and then warned,

“You'll develop an addiction to my 10-incher,”

“I am afraid I will,” she agreed and smiled. “Now, about the date–that you so unfairly won,”

“Excuse me? Why unfairly?”

“Because your stupid fat cat is just that,” she snarled, “and I won! Fair and square! And he cheated,”

“For the record, I don't think that cats can cheat,” he flicked her toes. “And you are a sore loser,”

She crossed her arms on her chest and muttered, “that’s because I didn’t lose!” after a beat, she hissed, “I hate Enalius! He is not welcome here ever again!”

“Whoa! Flower. Harsh,” Azriel tsked, and then added with deliberate sternness, “arms off your tits. You are in my bedroom, you do as I say. Tits, and ass and pussy are bare here,”

“Pff,” she grunted indignantly, but moved her arms under her head.

“That’s my rule, flower girl,” he warned, his hazel eyes raking over her naked form. “In my bedroom, I am the master of all,”

“Hmmm,”

“You included,” he added, his tone dark and challenging.

Elain cocked her brow, but listened quietly, so he continued,

“I take you how I want. Where I want. You do as I say, here. This is my domain,” he made a wide gesture with his arm. “I tell you to bend over–you bend over. I want to fuck your ass, I fuck it. I tell you to suck my dick, you get on your knees and you suck, and you thank me for it afterwards,”

“You are a damn tyrant,” she grumbled, though he watched her pink nipples pebble at his words. She licked her lips, as her eyes hooded.

“Be it as it may, but I give you the orgasms that I see fit. And if you can’t walk after I am done with you, so be it,” he shrugged. “In this bedroom, you are mine. You serve my body with yours and I’ll reward you with pleasure and pain, just like you love it.”

Elain swallowed hard, her hand travelling to her pussy and she rubbed her clit briefly.

“I don’t remember telling you that you can touch yourself,” he slapped her calf lightly with a warning frown. “I touch you here. And you always politely ask for more. Got it?”

Elain nodded slowly.

“Words,” he commanded.

She sighed a ragged breath and whispered, “yes.”

“Are we in agreement?” he stroked her legs, before spreading them and putting her feet on his biceps.

She looked up directly at him and nodded another ‘yes’.

“Finally, the only thing you are to wear here is my clothes,” he told her, and then tossed his t-shirt to her. “Or you are naked. None of these ugly ass pyjamas! I will decide how I want you. If you wish to sleep with me, you are to come here naked and then I will tell you how I want you, and if you are permitted to dress,”

“Alright,” she agreed.

“Good girl.”

She bit her lower lip and then said quietly,

“I shower with Fen in the mornings,”

“I know,” Azriel nodded.

“And I am going to be sucking his cock,” she said shyly, “once I know how,”

Azriel smiled and said,

“Sweetheart, you will be sucking everyone’s cocks here,”

“Oh okay,” she exhaled a breath of relief, “I think I am going to be really good at sucking cock,” she declared confidently and he laughed softly.

“Of that, I have no doubt, flower,”

“Yeah?” her eyes glittered with excitement. “I want to be really, really good at sex! Because I have three of you and I want everyone to be happy,”

“We are happy with you, Elain,” he said seriously. “But I know that we’ll all have a fantastic time together.”

He sighed and then considered,

“Now…I am wondering if I should finger you really hard or if we should go on that date…”

He stooped to kiss her, long and dirty and then said, “A date it is. Get ready, flower. Quickly. We have to hit the spot just in time.”

It was a lovely crisp morning, which was promising to turn into a warm day.

Elain was grateful for her comfortable leather sandals and her practical navy blue shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, because she wasn’t expecting to be hoofing it across the Brooklyn Bridge. But here she was, her hand securely tucked into her husband’s scarred paw, as they walked among the early risers, wandering tourists and those who were just ending their night.

Azriel had said ‘fuck it’ to all the meetings that he had planned for the day, and sent Fenrys instead.

Fenrys was unhappy with how his day was progressing so far.

Firstly, he wasn’t getting his morning shower with Elain. When he heard them, he peeked out sleepily and then demanded to know where the hell they were heading out to at 5:30 in the morning? Then there was an argument over the shower, and since Elain was already dressed, that was out of the question.

Secondly he wasn’t getting his morning playtime and his cum did not shoot down Elain’s throat as it did every morning. It didn’t bathe her plump lips and she didn’t swallow him down like she always did, licking her lips afterwards.

And thirdly, he was going to be stuck in meetings for most of the day, while his brother was gallivanting around town with his wife on his arm.

“This is bullshit, babygirl,” he lamented, as he watched them leave.

Now Elain was stopping on the bridge and texting Fen and Ruhn every 7 minutes.

“Oh my god, they are not infants!” Azriel grunted under his breath. “They’ve made it, somehow, without you, for most of their lives.”

She gave him the eye, and he stood compliantly, while she searched for specific emojis and gifs to send to them.

“Is it a bear or a cat?” Azriel pondered, looking over her shoulder.

“It’s a bear,” she said.

“I think it’s a cat,” he argued.

She frowned at him and pursed her lips. “It’s definitely a bear, Azriel.”

It was absolutely a cat.

“I think it’s a cat,” he insisted.

She whirled to him and demanded, “Does it look like stupid Enalius?”

Granted, the emoji did not look like Enalius at all.

Azriel, being a wise male, quickly said,

“Could be a bear, or could be a cat. Who is to say?”

Ru, make good kills today!

Elain sent the bearcat emoji to him and Azriel whistled,

“Bet not many wives text something like that to their husbands!”

To which, Elain added another text

Send pix

“Jesus fuck,” Azriel muttered, “just not for lunch.”

“Remember when I told you about my favourite day?” Azriel asked.

His heavy arm draped around Elain’s shoulders and they sat on the grass, in a beautiful park, which overlooked the entirety of Manhattan. Elain’s never been here before, though that wasn’t particularly surprising, as she’s never been anywhere, because of Nesta’s orders. Elain always wanted to travel–see new places, eat unfamiliar foods, get a pint at 4 pm in an empty bar, see tulips and windmills in Holland, watch fishermen pull their daily catch in the south of Italy, watch a F1 race, and,

“And this is my favourite place, in NYC,” he explained softly.

She put her head on his shoulder and wrapped her hands around his arm, looking out at the glittering river and the spectacular spread of towering skyscrapers.

“Brooklyn Bridge Park,” Azriel murmured, kissing her temple.

He seemed lighter today. Like some weight has been lifted off his shoulders and Elain liked that. She wrapped her arm around his waist, feeling the presence of his holstered guns under his sports jacket. Even though it was warm, he wore a light jacket, which allowed him to hide the guns and his Shadowsinger knife. The guns had names too–prosaically called Bob and Jim. He was probably excessively armed for an early morning stroll to the park with his wife, but Azriel refused to take any bodyguards, even when Ruhn argued with him, and there was a minor standoff. It all ended with Ruhn pointing a finger at Elain and snapping,

“I am teaching her to fight and to shoot!”

Elain clapped her hands excitedly at the prospect, and that resulted in Azriel rolling his eyes, while Fenrys offered to start kickboxing with her.

“Do you think I will be good at kickboxing?” she pondered on the way here, to which Azriel offered a non-committal ‘uh-uh’. She, meanwhile, imagined a successful kickboxing career as they made their way across the bridge.

At one point, Elain pulled Azriel in for a hug and snapped a few selfies with him. He seemed both scandalised and confused by the simple gesture, which made her laugh.

Now, they were sitting on the grass and watching the sun rise above the city.

“Az…it’s so beautiful,” she murmured in awe, pulling his face towards her and kissing him lovingly. “Thank you…”

He smiled and tucked a golden brown lock of hair behind her ear.

“My pleasure, flower. I like it that you are here with me. I never bring anyone here, and hardly have time to enjoy it myself, but this is nice, sweetheart. Really nice.”

He squeezed her bare knee and then whispered in her hair,

“Tell me about a fantasy, Lainey.”

“What fantasy?” she wondered, kissing him again, enjoying their time together, alone. She liked her alone time with each of her husbands. They were all different and each one allowed her to be part of their own world, which was private and into which only she was invited. Despite their closeness, Azriel, Ruhn and Fenrys were unique and highly individual–the untamed wildness of Fenrys stood in stark contrast with Azriel’s need to control his environment and the oppressive weight of power that he carried with him, while Ruhn was a man unlike any other–wounded, violent, artistic and mysterious. Somehow, they all chose Elain and Elain chose them.

“Any fantasy,” he encouraged. “Something I want to look forward to fulfilling for you.”

Elain ran her tongue over her teeth, thinking, while Azriel ran his fingers through her tresses. The park was still fairly empty, with only joggers and some sporty old people doing power walks amidst the green lawns. Looming above them was the massive bridge, a combination of the old and the new against the colouring skies looking absolutely remarkable.

“I saw a movie once,” she said quietly, kissing Azriel’s hand, “and it was…erotic.”

His lips twitched at the corners, but he didn’t say anything.

“The two characters,” she recalled, “were having sex in this tiny room, which was facing a busy street. And it was as if they were having sex in public,”

“We can just have sex in public,” he offered with a laugh.

She elbowed him and snapped, “I am not even done yet!”

“Sorry, love. Continue.”

She paused and he watched a blush spread over her neck and her cheeks, before she said,

“Well…I didn’t think I was going to have three husbands, you know,”

At that, Azriel nodded and kissed her lips, squeezing her chin and making her look at him, while she continued,

“But I want all three of you,” she proposed softly, looking around as if someone was listening to them. “One in each hole,”

At that, Azriel’s eyes lit up and rubbed his thumb over his lower lip, considering her words. Elain continued, undeterred, “I want the windows open and I want to hear the outside world, as if we are right there. And I want the three of you pounding me hard,” she swallowed and looked at him, seeking agreement. Azriel said nothing, but nodded.

“Is that okay?”

“We can pound you, baby,” he dragged his knuckles over her cheek and kissed her again. “One in each hole, you say?”

She nodded and added,

“By then, I’ll be really good at sex!”

He barked a laugh, “I have no doubt. If you are taking three cocks in you, you are bound to be pretty good at sex!”

“Will you do it?” she inquired curiously.

Azriel realised that Elain was sharing something very intimate and forbidden with him, but it was clear that she’d given it something thought.

“Yeah, sweetheart, we’ll double penetrate you, if that’s what you want,” he agreed easily.

“And one in my mouth,”

“And one in your mouth,”

“I want to get pounded really hard, Azriel. And I want to be screaming and I want people outside to hear me. They wouldn’t know that I am taking three cocks just next to them,”

“You are a naughty, naugty girl,” he tsked and shook his head at her. She smiled.

“I know…But I would be filled with three cocks, riding me.” She sighed dreamily,

“And then we’ll drink beer and eat melon and prosciutto and bread. And then the three of you will switch, and we’ll start again. I want to be fucked so hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk straight,” she giggled, “because each one of my three gorgeous husbands had taken every hole.”

“You’ll be a messy girl,” Azriel murmured hoarsely, draping his hand so that his boner wasn’t as visible to others as it was to Elain. Because fuck, but he was hard from this fantasy of hers.

“So messy,” her soft lips moulded into his, and she whispered against them, “your messy girl,”

“Our messy girl,” he groaned.

“I want the three of you mixed inside of me, and I want to be dripping cum from every hole.”

“Fuck me, El,”

She smiled and winked at him.

“Does my fantasy interest you, husband?”

“Very fucking muchly!” he nodded.

“And when we leave, finally, when there is no more beer or bread or melon, I want to wobble like a duck,” she laughed. “I want my three husbands next to me, and I want everyone to know that they were pounding me endlessly, and every hole of mine was soft and wide and filled with their seed. And then we’ll drive away, never to be seen again. But they’ll remember…they’ll remember forever how they heard a woman take her husbands’ three cocks at once.”

He pushed her down on the grass and climbed on top of her, soliciting a laugh from her, as he kissed her inappropriately.

“We are in public!” she laughed, but he managed to shut her up with his tongue, which she began to lick voraciously. He didn’t care that they were in public and squeezed her breasts in a way that shouldn’t be touched in public. Everyone always thought of him as controlled, measured and cold–well, he was glad to show Elain that the rumours of his calmness were wrong. He actually had no qualms about getting her on her knees and fucking her right here, in the open. Frankly, he was not doing that only for her benefit. But her little foursome fantasy gave him quite a few ideas, and he was going to share it with his brothers later, so they could prepare. Though he felt that somewhere in Europe would work better for fulfilling Elain’s desires.

This was the best date day that Elain’s had so far.

It didn’t involve murdering anyone. It didn’t involve pain or tattooing. It didn’t involve disposing of a dead body in an incinerator. Maybe she could’ve used a car chase or something, but even without any adrenalin-centric activities, Elain loved her date day with Azriel.

After they’d made out long and sloppy on the grassy banks of the river, hearing quite a few hisses, ‘get a room’ and ‘in my days…’ Azriel pulled her up at last and they headed into the city.

That’s where they spent the day–or, as Azriel called it ‘enjoying a New York minute’. For breakfast, they got warm bagels with cream cheese, something Elain rarely enjoyed, because Nesta felt that bagels were too carb-laden and therefore inadvisable for Elain to consume since Nesta thought that Elain was ‘too curvy’, or, in Nesta’s blunt words ‘chunky’. Of course to Nesta, everyone was ‘chunky’, since she was 5”10 and weighed 108 lbs. The result of their mother’s legacy, who completely weight-obsessed her entire life. In order to keep it off, their mother chain-smoked and then died of lung cancer at 36. At least she was very slender at the end.

Remarkably, Azriel proposed that they catch the ferry and go see the Statue of Liberty, which made Elain crazy with excitement. So they meandered around the little island for the better part of the morning, and by the time they returned to the city, it was lunch time. So, it was off to get a $1 slice of pizza from a stand. The pizza slice was bigger than Elain’s head and dripping with cheese and oil and other fatty goodness, which made her moan and when washed down with Fanta, was about as good as a Subway sandwich.

“You are a cheap date,” Azriel laughed, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. The greasy pizza tasted divine, but now he wanted a nap. They were in Washington Square Park, sitting and overlooking the fountain, watching the flow of people.

Elain looked at him, took a swig of her Fanta and then said,

“I think I love you, Azriel.”

He stared at her, silent, though his heart was beating 200 beats per second.

She crossed her legs and pulled on her long hair, wrapping a strand around her finger.

“I wasn’t planning to love my husband,” she admitted, looking somewhere beyond him, her gaze thoughtful and glassy. “I don’t think any of us do. I was envious of Feyre, because she met Rhys and though their beginnings weren’t smooth, they are so happy together now and he loves her so tenderly,”

Azriel reached for her hand and lightly stroked her fingers with his thumb. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to have said something, so he remained quiet.

“And then me…well, I was tossed like a ball between a bunch of families, shopped around like a used Chevy, to see who’d take me on,”

“El,” he began, but she shrugged, though he could see that the thought pained her.

“It’s okay, Az,” she squeezed his hand. “I got you. I am yours and you are mine, and I am so happy.”

“Do you really love me?” he asked quietly, as if disbelieving.

She nodded aggressively.

“I do. I think I have loved you since our first meeting. Remember how awkward it was?” she giggled. He smiled, trying to hide the turmoil of emotions inside of him.

Elain loved him? How? WHY? Why would she love him? He wasn’t a very good husband and she was…lovely…and perfect…and gentle…and so weird…and he adored her.

“You kissed me,” she recalled, sunning her face and Azriel definitely remembered that kiss. That sweet hot sexy kiss that she surprised him with. She’s been surprising him ever since.

She added, “And I thought that I wouldn’t mind if you’d kiss me every day of my life from then on.”

She looked back and him and said seriously,

“So yeah…I know this is not a glam admission or anything, but I love you Azriel. Even when you are a meanie poo.”

“Even when you feed me nuggets and sticks,” he smiled, stroking her head.

“Even then.”

“I don’t know if I deserve it, El,” he sighed, his voice serious.

She shrugged, like he was saying something stupid.

“No one deserves to be loved, Az. We just love because we can’t do otherwise. Because it hurts me if I don’t love you.”

No one told Elain that the weekends at the King household were devoted to watching footie. The guys had a media room, massive, with couches and plush chairs and whatnot, and four giant TVs, plus a bar that spanned the length of the room, and a bunch of TVs mounted above it. There were kegs of beer, and every possible liquor bottle displayed on rows and rows of glass shelves. It was a sports bar within their house.

The thing was that no one watched TV during the week. Yeah, Azriel glanced at the news every day, and Fenrys stubbornly watched Sky and BBC, and there was a small flatscreen in the kitchen, where Elain watched cooking shows when she was cooking dinner. She was also partial to House Hunters, typically getting into arguments with Fenrys about which house should be chosen. Naturally, they started betting on the final selection, and got really competitive with it, throwing bills at each other when they lost. If Ruhn got involved, it was even worse, because he liked to egg both of them on, argue against the most obvious choices and cause even more ruckus. It wasn’t uncommon for Azriel to come into the kitchen, see everyone pouting at each other in different corners and knowing it was because of House Hunters. Fucking Rhun just sat there, smoking and smirking.

But here it was, Saturday morning. Elain woke up in Azriel’s bed.

Their date day yesterday ended at Balthazar–a far cry from $1 pizza slices. Elain wasn’t dressed for the old-world European opulence of the famed restaurant, but the moment Azriel stepped in the doors, all activity kicked up a notch. It was as if he was expected, and even though they had no reservations, since Azriel simply decided ‘oh, let’s go to Balthazar’, they were seated immediately. “Mr. King, the usual?” an obsequious waiter chirped, while pulling the chair for Elain.

“This is my wife,” Azriel said simply. “Mrs. King.”

“Madam, welcome. Congratulations on your nuptials,” the waiter said smoothly, and just like that, Elain had a table at Balthazar.

It was Friday, and they shared a Bouillabaisse which was chock full of delicious fish and seafood, and Azriel admitted, “I love introducing you as my wife. As Mrs. King.”

“I don’t mind being introduced as one, at all!”

They drank a little too much white wine, shared a lemon mascarpone Pavlova and then walked back home, since they were in the neighbourhood, Azriel’s arm thrown over Elain’s shoulders.

“That was the longest date day ever!” Fenrys complained.

“Yeah, we had to order pizza, beautiful,” Ruhn tsked. “We got pretty spoiled with all the delicious dinners that you’ve been cooking for us.”

Last night, Elain had come to Azriel’s bedroom naked, as ordered.

He was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and she didn’t know what to do…so she just stood there. When he came out, his hair damp and a towel thrown over his neck, he didn’t seem surprised to see her there. He crossed the room and approached her, cupping her cheek in his hand, and then he kissed her lips.

Then he looked down, brazenly sizing up her naked body and without any preliminaries, pinched her nipple between his fingers and led her to the bed by it.

It hurt. But it hurt so so good. And Elain loved it.

“You’ll be sleeping naked today,” he informed her. She guessed she would be.

She woke up because she felt cold. When she opened her eyes, she found Ruhn sitting on the edge of the bed, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips. The blanket was thrown off of her–hence the cold–and he leaned down and kissed both of her nipples.

“Morning, beautiful!” he winked at her, “get up!”

“Why?” she moaned, “it’s Saturday! And so early!”

“It’s seven,” he shrugged, and then without warning, reached down and pinched her clit.

Elain yelped from the sting and the surprising assault, but he just squeezed her sensitive bud between his fingers, rubbing it tightly.

“Oh my god,” she yelled, not knowing whether to stop him or ask him to continue. It felt amazing. He increased the pressure of his fingers, squeezing harder, until she moaned loudly.

“Are you awake?” he laughed.

“You can’t…just…do…that,” she panted weakly.

He shrugged and said, “Seems like I can.”

She looked at him, but he pulled on her pink bean and forced her to sit up, his hand still between her legs, his fingers holding onto her abused clit tightly.

“Okay, okay, I am up!” she screeched, but he didn’t release her, and only said,

“I can see that!” and yes, Ruhn fucking King, tugged her to the bathroom by her clit. She shuffled behind him, his fingers in her sopping wet folds, her clit leashed in his grip. It was the most ridiculous and the sexiest thing she’s ever experienced.

“I’ve missed you beautiful,” he groaned, wrapping his fist around her long hair and pulling her in for a kiss. Elain’s hands dropped to his firm buttocks and she squeezed him, as he lashed her tongue with his, his kiss predictably hard and dominating. And no, he did not offer any relief to her clit, possessing it firmly, while he pushed them into the shower enclosure. Elain managed to pull his boxers down without breaking their kiss, and he turned on the water. It cascaded over them, as he pushed her against the cold marble tiles and kicked her thighs open with his knee. Cupping her fully in his palm, he slowly eased two fingers into her, and then pressed the heel of his palm into her pelvis.

She grabbed his tattooed bicep, her nails pressing into the skin, as she winced from the invasion of his fingers.

“Come on,” he encouraged her, “it’s only two…Be a good girl and show me how you ride my hand, beautiful.”

“It’s uncomfortable,” she complained, pouting.

“Then make it comfortable for yourself,” he ordered. “You take what I give you and you use me, Elain.”

“Take them out,” she requested, and he did at once, without argument, and watched her curiously.

His enormous tattooed and pierced cock bobbed at half mast, and Elain said, “I want that.”

“That will come later,” he promised, giving himself a lazy rubdown. “I want you coming on my fingers first.”

She scrunched her nose and he smiled, but she surprised him when she turned around and propped herself on the wall, spreading her legs wide and arching her back, presenting him with her stunner of an ass.

“Okay, now put it in,” she directed. “Slowly,”

Ruhn squeezed her shoulder tightly, pushing all her hair to one side, and then slowly fed two fingers back into her hot, wet hole. She gasped when he pushed all the way in, and then gasped again, because he lay the thick, heavy pole of his dick between her buttocks.

“Fuck us, gorgeous,” he whispered hotly in her ear. “Watch me as you do it,”

Elain bit the tip of her tongue between her teeth, and then smoothly moved her hips, easing off his fingers, before thrusting back. His cock glided in the crack of her ass, and he adjusted her, so it sank deeper and was lodged comfortably between her buttocks.

She moaned softly, eyes barely open, but she was watching him, while she slid up and down his hand, her inner muscles squeezing him greedily and inexpertly. He just about came from that alone.

“Good girl,” he growled, while she licked on his lip ring, “take it deeper,”

“It hurts a little,” she murmured and he smiled, and said, “good.”

He grabbed her soft tit in his palm and mashed it, while Elain kept licking his lip, bouncing her ass against his stomach, his balls slapping against his hand.

“I like being fingered,” she confessed, smacking her lips, as she adjusted to having him inside and now fucked herself on his fingers with relative ease. He pushed his cock firmly into her ass and she moaned a loud ‘mmmm’. Ruhn did nothing, allowing her to ride him as she saw fit and the way it pleased her.

“Are you going to fuck me in the butt?” she panted, kissing him and biting his lower lip.

“Fuck yes!” he roared into her mouth. “Just as soon as Az fucks that virginity out of you, you are getting this ass filled up,” he slapped her buttock loudly and she groaned. He knew that he was going to leave a mark on her skin, and he loved the idea.

“Good,” she moaned. “I want my hole gaping from you,”

“Fuck, beautiful, you can’t say things like these to me!” he laughed hoarsely.

“Then give me another finger,” she requested. “Stretch me nice and wide…”

Ruhn always forgot that this little virgin of his could ruin him with a few words. She didn't even realise how dirty she sounded and the crazy sexy shit that came out of pouty lips. But as commanded, he added another finger into her, and she cried out with pleasure, and probably a degree of pain, especially when he moved them around her tight passage. Then, he twisted and curled them expertly, forcing a guttural roar out of Elain.

“Ahhh, we hit the spot,” he chuckled, watching her move frantically on his hand, gulping down the feeling that he was producing inside of her.

“What is that?” she cried out rapturously, and he kissed her, before saying, “I think it’s the elusive G-spot, gorgeous,”

“I didn't know they were real!”

“Seems real to me,” he laughed.

Elain came in a minute, loudly and violently, shaking against him, her pussy milking him with unstoppable force.

“That’s my girl,” he approved, watching her melt and twitch, “now be a good girl and spread those ass cheeks, so I can get nice and comfy,”

He forced her lower, bending her at the waist, while she panted from her orgasm and he finally withdrew his hand from her. Obediently, she spread her buttocks for him and he gripped her hips tightly, driving his cock up and down, from her drenched pussy to her little hole.

She watched him over her shoulder and he winked at her, ramming into that glorious stretch of heaven with full force.

“Your pussy is like butter,” he noted, pushing his balls between her folds and smearing them in her silkiness.

“Oh my god, Ruhn,” she moaned, eyes closing, while she clutched at her ass cheeks tightly.

“I know, baby, now you will come on my cock and we’ll get you nicely filled with my cum in all these pretty holes of yours.”

“Please,” she begged.

Ruhn rode her hard and fast, teasing her clit, and her anus with his fingers, and just as she reached and crested her second orgasm, he came in her, pushing his seed inside of her as promised. Whatever was left, he squirted in her mouth and she swallowed gratefully, licking her lips.

He slapped her ass and said, “Beats a morning workout! Get ready, beautiful. The boys will be here soon.”

‘The boys’ were Rowan, Cassian, Rhys, and a bunch of others whom Elain didn’t know.

They descended upon her house like locusts, and proceeded to eat everything in sight–bagels, doughnuts, muffins, cereal, they drank ALL the milk, ate all the cheese, ham, leftover pizza, chicken salad, tuna salad, tomatoes, and even accepted Fen’s gross British cheese and onion sandwiches. They ate crackers, yoghourt, hummus, even farmers cheese, as well as baked beans from a tin, and all the avocados.

“I need to put some grub into my wife’s belly,” Azriel growled, snatching a sandwich from a plate and handing it to Elain. She was lost in the sea of enormous men who crowded around the huge island in her kitchen, drinking gallons of coffee and making every appliance work overtime.

“Here, baby,” Ruhn handed her a cup of coffee, which he apparently salvaged somehow and probably not without a fight.

Elain bit into the sandwich and frowned.

“What the heck is this?” she wondered.

“Oh, it’s a classic English sandwich,” Fen supplied proudly. “Nice white bread, butter and crisps.”

“It’s a sandwich made with potato chips?” she asked in confusion.

“Crisps,”

“Whatever British boy. But why?” she chewed the strange concoction of soft bread and crunchy chips, puzzled and still unsure whether she liked it or not.

“Why not, babygirl,” he shrugged. “Do you like it?”

His look was so hopeful, that Elain didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth and nodded, “it’s unusual but good’.

He beamed with pride.

She took another bite and then…then she grinned into the sandwich, thinking that Nesta would have a heart attack if she saw her eating something like this–a carb on carb with some butter on top of it. It was glorious. And just like that, this became Elain’s favourite sandwich.

None of Elain’s husbands knew that Elain was a football fan. Correction. She was a fanatic.

They were quietly shocked, when she began rattling off statistics for various players and teams like a pro. None of the men thought that she’d follow them to the media room, where they all took up specific spots. In fact, when Elain plopped down on the right side of one of the sofas, she was soon faced with a confused looking Rowan, who stood in front of her, towering above at his 6”4 height and watching her expectantly. The standoff continued until he grunted his displeasure, rubbed his white hair and squeezed between her and Varian, looking very uncomfortable. Elain paid him no attention and then jumped up, as soon as he sat down and clapped loudly, yelling at the TV.

“Is she drunk?” Fenrys whispered to Azriel.

“I don’t think so,”

“Did we know about this?”

Azriel shook his head no, watching Elain pump her fists and start high-fifing others.

The men looked at her with surprise, but when she began to discuss the lack of defense, the bad coaching, the trading of players. They moved closer, and then, the arguments started. By the time Azriel returned to the room with some beers, Elain was hollering at both Aedion and Cassian, waving her arms, completely unperturbed by the fact that they were twice her size and just as heated.

“Can you stop this?” Az hissed at Ruhn, who was watching the exchange with a grin, smoking silently.

“No, no, I am enjoying the show!”

“Okay, she is way too jacked up, and the game didn’t even begin yet!”

“That’s what’s so awesome.”

Azriel was shaking his head, as he smoothly manoeuvred around his friends and guards, and then sidled behind Elain and put his hands on her hips.

“Flower, why are you so unhappy?” he asked, kissing her neck.

“Ugh,” Aedion grimaced. “If you are gonna make out, go somewhere else! We are talking!”

Elain, meanwhile, seethed, “They don’t know what they are talking about!”

“We, we don’t know what we are talking about?” Cassian snarled, jamming his finger into his chest.

“Neymar is mediocre at best! PSG sucks !” she roared angrily. “They just buy all the good players because they have the money, but there is no game!!”

“She has a point,” Aedion agreed.

“Fuck that!” Cassian waved his hand dismissively.

That released the beast, and Elain got in his face, demanding he prove that PSG is a better team than Real or any other high-calibre team, despite the overwhelming number of great players.

Cassian couldn’t and she expelled a loud ‘ha!’ in his face, which didn’t go over well, and the yelling continued. Azriel stroked her back gently, trying to cool her down, while intermittently muttering ‘can you stop yelling at my wife?” Cassian just swatted him away.

Four of the TV were playing Premier League games, two were playing La Liga, three Serie A, and there was a Bundesliga devotee as well.

Fenrys, predictably, got all mad because Elain wasn’t paying sufficient attention to the English games, while she sporadically got into arguments with others about the Italian teams, getting Ruhn on her side at all times, because Ruhn was blase about football in general, and went with the flow.

…Elain loved it!! Loved it.

It was the best day. Yeah, everything smelled like men and testosterone, but she loved getting into the groove of the games, and speaking the language that only her father’s guards spoke with her before. Nesta couldn’t care less about football and considered it dumb at best. Feyre was the most athletic of the three of them, but she preferred American football, which Elain didn’t like, didn’t understand and didn’t care about.

Her father’s guards were the ones who allowed her to watch the games with them when she was little, and as she grew, it became a ritual between them and the ‘little princess’--to watch football on the weekend. The fact that her husbands now carried on the tradition without her even knowing about it was amazing! Cassian was annoying, but Rowan was a reasonable man with good taste. The same could be said for Varian, Rhys was iffy and she needed more time with him to discuss. Hunt was cool–a big dudebro, with a casual manner and pretty good opinions. She got really friendly with him very quickly, though Ruhn was right there, hovering between them.

She knew that her husbands didn’t particularly enjoy her fraternising with other males, but they didn’t object to her being in the mix, as long as she didn’t touch anyone, and no one touched her. Which was fine, she supposed. Stupid, but fine. She knew the rules which were set up the day after the wedding–she was theirs, and only theirs. There was no negotiation. The three of them were obsessively possessive, but with them around, it seemed like they were okay with her being surrounded by their men.

…She was in bed with Azriel, who was diligently sucking her nipples, one after another, his rough hard hand caressing her between the thighs.

She kept his head close to her chest, while talking out loud, “Cassian is so stupid. He doesn’t know anything about football at all. No wonder he likes Enalius!” he snorted, “stupid cat and stupid owner.”

“Flower,” Azriel rose above her, and squeezed her chin, his gaze dark and penetrating, as he said evenly, “in our bed, you are allowed to say only three male names–mine, Ruhn’s and Fen’s. That’s it.”

“What about Enalius?” she teased.

Azriel twisted her nipple in his fingers, making her wince and said, his tone dark and malicious, “Not even Enalius.”

Elain gave him a look, but he only shook his head in warning.

He then sat up and crossed his arms on his chest. She was looking at him defiantly.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered smoothly, but coldly.

She winced and watched him for a moment, not moving, but he tapped his fingers on his bicep and said, “I am waiting.”

Silently, though her chin was jutting out, she turned over and then got on all fours in front of him, remaining compliant. Her insides squeezed with anticipation and apprehension. She wasn’t exactly worried, but she wondered what was in store for her.

In a calm, measured tone, he said, “I will punish you,”

She gasped and squeezed the sheets in her hands, biting her lower lip.

“Lightly,” he added. “You are never to utter another man’s name in our bedroom, unless it’s your husbands’. As I will never utter another woman’s name. Are we clear?”

She nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Face down, ass up,” he commanded. “Spread your legs.”

Elain crouched into this somewhat uncomfortable position, which made her thighs tremble, and Azriel arranged her further, lining her arms perpendicular to her head, and turning her face so she could see him. She was naked–his order for tonight. He was bare too, but for his boxers. He gave her a look over and then reached down and pushed her breast to her lips, saying, ‘suck your nipple’. Her breasts were big enough for them to reach her mouth, but it was strange and a little unsettling, though before she could say anything, he pushed her nipple between her lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and she thought that this would be it for the punishment, but in the next moment, he slapped her ass sharply with an open hand, making sure that her pussy was in the line of fire as well.

“Oh god,” she groaned, but he hissed, “suck,” and pushed her breast in her mouth again.

His hands smoothed over her left buttock and he wondered, “whose handprint is this?”

She was licking her nipple and he said, “you may speak”.

“Ruhn’s,” she moaned.

“Good,” Azriel said simply. “He marked you for the whole day.”

‘Yes,” Elain breathed. Her pussy was clenching and he smiled cruelly, stroking both of her buttocks.

“You are my good girl. You’ve used your husband’s name.”

“I don't want to be good,” she protested under her breath, a challenge in her voice.

“Oh no?” he asked slowly.

She shook her head, and then, smiling, whispered, “Enalius”.

He bit his lower lip, stifling a chuckle at her insolence.

Without warning, he slapped her again, landing mostly on her pussy, and she cried out with enjoyment, her eyes rolling back.

“Enalius,”

“Bad fucking girl,” he grunted and did it again, watching as her ass cheeks reddened from the impact. His palm was wet from her slick, which dripped down her thighs.

He pushed her on her side and landed on the bed next to her, kissing her violently.

“You are crazy,” she laughed, kissing him back.

“Baby, you have no idea.”

Sunday started off much like Saturday.

Elain woke up alone, suspecting that Az and one of the others were probably working out. There was always one of them who stayed behind when she was in the house. Considering the insane levels of security they already possessed it seemed like overkill, but she didn’t have a say in the matter.

Downstairs, she was greeted by the same crowd of men, who were eating too much of her food, though today, there were plenty of Bloody Marys and Marias going around and pans of scrambled eggs and sausage and bacon and mushrooms were prepared by one of the servants. Rowan and Azriel and Ruhn were talking business, while the rest were eating and joking. The men didn’t really look at her, though they were polite and greeted her nicely and freed some space for her at the island. It was Fen though, who sat next to her, and who piled her plate with food. He had a full fry-up and she got the same–eggs and sausages and black pudding and mushrooms and tomatoes.

The games today were mostly Italian and English, and Elain and Fenrys got into an argument, until Ruhn came into the den and broke them apart to different corners.

…Azriel was in his office. He wanted to join the others downstairs, but Rowan had just given him some information about the Salavterre clan which made him think. He did get a Bloody Maria delivered to him, along with some toast and cheese, but he wasn't in the mood to eat. He didn’t want to deal with Lorcan Salvaterre, and the mess that the Italian threatened to bring on their doorsteps, but it looked like he couldn’t be avoided for much longer.

There was a knock on the door, and before he could answer, it opened and Elain entered, her little cute face set in a tight grimace.

He smiled, the Salvaterres forgotten for a moment and asked,

“What’s going on, pretty girl?”

She sighed with a dramatic flare and then announced,

“We have to divorce.”

He raised his brow and leaned back in his chair, before opening his arms to her.

“Come here, flower. Sit with your husband.”

She crossed the room and then climbed into his lap, her soft, voluptuous body settling nicely in his embrace.

“So, what’s up?” he inquired.

“We have to divorce. I can’t be married to you.”

He pretended to think for a moment and then said,

“No.”

“Why no?”

“I am a happily married man. Why would I divorce?” he shrugged.

Elain looked up at him with her caramelly eyes and whispered,

“Are you happy with me, Az?”

“More than happy,” he confirmed. “I am blissfully fucking happy. So, I am sorry, baby, but I am not divorcing you.”

She pursed her lips and then added,

“I am happy too, Az. But,”

“What did Fen do?” he asked immediately.

“How do you,”

“I know,” he assured her. “So?”

“He is an Internista!” she cried out.

“Ahhh,”

“And I take it you are a Juventina?”

“I am! I bleed black and white!” she exclaimed.

The old rivalry between two major Italian clubs–Inter Milan and Juventus (from Torino) was the stuff of legend, and marriages were, in fact, dissolved, over the in-fighting. The Bianconeri (black and whites of Juventus) and the Nerazzurri (blues and blacks) of Internazionale were never going to come together as friends. As with everything, Italians felt their football in their blood, and if Elain declared herself to be a Juventina, a Juventina she would live and die.

“Flower,” he began, but she interrupted,

“No. I can’t be married to Fen!”

“Okay, but love,” Azriel argued reasonably, “Fen isn’t even Italian.”

“He still loves Inter,” she insisted, though with less passion. “And he is half-Italian!”

“Okay, but that’s the half he kind of forgot,” Azriel laughed. “Our Fenny is all Englishman, with Churchill tattoos and Big Ben aprons. You know he isn’t bleeding black and blue! He is bleeding red, white and blue.”

He kissed her gently.

“Also,” he reminded her, “Fenrys is an idiot who likes to rile you up and you buy into it. If you ask him about Inter, I bet he wouldn’t even be able to answer a simple question. The guy is only concerned about Chelsea and Everton.”

He frowned and then scratched her nose,

“Is it true?”

“I am 100% sure.”

“What about you?” she asked suspiciously.

“Definitely a Juventino,” he told her quickly. Even if he wasn’t, he was going to become one. He wasn’t going to say anything, but he was a Napoli supporter through and through. In his wallet, he still kept a faded photo of Maradona, like a good luck charm. Call him superstitious, but he was what he was.

He sized her up–her large tits nestled into her flowery dress, the cleavage as deep as the Grand Canyon, the tanned legs, the pretty pedicured toes. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, he kissed her. Then, he reached for his phone and sent a quick text.

“Are you going to go downstairs and watch the games?” he asked.

Elain stroked his face and said, “They are almost over anyway,”

The door opened and Fenrys entered.

“What’s up?” he asked, giving Elain the stink eye, which she gladly returned.

“Come in, brother,” Az invited him in casually, “and close the door.”

“What?” Fen fumed, “she tattled on me?”

“I didn’t tattle!” she snapped back.

Azriel stroked her shoulder tenderly and said,

“Our wife here wants a divorce,”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Fenrys cried, looking almost scared. “It was just a joke,”

“A joke,” she taunted him and rolled her eyes.

“A bad joke, brother,” Azriel smiled and then snapped his fingers. “I suppose you should pay penance for your joke.”

Something silent passed between the two of them, an unspoken understanding born of knowledge and familiar intimacy, and Fenrys’s smile turned wolfish.

“I suppose I do,” he agreed, eyeing Elain like a starving beast.

“Baby, do you want to give Fen something to think about?” Azriel teased, a lustful smirk on his sensual lips.

Elain looked between the two of them, sensing that they are up to no good. Especially when Azriel lifted the hem of her dress up and bared her thigh. His hands slipped between her legs and he ably parted them, hoisting her feet up and onto his knees.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Making Fenrys pay, of course.”

“This doesn’t seem like punishment for Fenrys,” she protested logically, but her thought died on her lips, because Fenrys landed on his knees before her and quickly spread her thighs even further. Azriel threaded his hands under her arms and slowly began to unbutton her dress.

“What pretty panties,” Fenrys cooed, “but they got to go!” and without warning, he pulled a flick knife out of his picket and cut her white panties at the seam, tossing them aside.

“Oh, what are you doing?” she gasped nervously, looking at the grinning blond god in front of her, and the dark god of beauty and wrath behind her. Azriel paused his work on her dress, and dropped his hands lower, looking down over her shoulder and biting her neck–this time, he did it firmly and painfully, sure to leave a mark.

“Aww,” she squirmed, but the complaint died in her throat, because Azriel pulled the lips of her pussy apart, exposing her completely, slit and clit and hole, to Fenrys’s ravenous gaze.

“I…what,” she gasped unsurely, but Fenrys lurched forward and burrowed into her dripping opening with his tongue. Elain almost screamed, a gurgle of shock and pleasure shuddering her whole body.

“Does she taste amazing?” Azriel asked hungrily, keeping her folds open and pulled tightly apart.

“Fuck,” Fenrys moaned, swiping his tongue from her opening to her clit, before going backwards and tonguing her other little hole and licking around the entrance.

“Oh my god,” Elain screamed, her head falling on Azriel’s shoulder, “boys…boys…”

“Undress her, brother,” Fenrys ordered, “I’ll take it from here.”

Azriel released her pussy from his fingers and then licked them.

“She tastes like doughnuts and sunshine,” he declared, while Fenrys licked her slit savagely, dipping his incredible tongue in and out of her, fucking her with it, while Azriel held her down on his lap. Fen spread her obscenely with his fingers, and Elain writhed and moaned loudly, having never felt anything like this before. It was incredible, and unfamiliar. She’s been fingered and prodded and pulled plenty, by all three of them–Fenrys was the gentlest of the three, always fingering easily and simply, in and out, in and out. Ruhn attacked her pussy like a barbarian, spreading and stretching and pounding into it with his hand, while Azriel explored and touched like he was mining for a diamond, slow and thorough and sensual.

Fen reached up, and squeezed her bare breasts in his large palms, while Azriel held her knees tightly, allowing Fen full access to her sex. Elain didn’t even know what she was doing, but she started riding Fen’s face on her own, using his nose and his tongue and his lips. Fenrys wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking like a man possessed, tugging and rolling her nipples between his fingers, before pushing one breast up, for Azriel to suck.

She was squeezed between the two men, her body both pleasured beyond comprehension and used for their pleasure just as well. It was wanton and indecent, Fenrys’s torturous sucking of her clit, and Azriel’s firm, painful sucking and biting of her breast.

“Love the way your tits bounce, baby,” Azriel growled in her ear, his cock hard as stone against her back. “Do you like his mouth on you, love?”

“Yes, yes,” she cried, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, while he grunted, “eat that pussy like it’s your last, Fen!”

Fenrys licked and licked, growling against her leaking opening, “It is the last pussy I will be eating. And eating.”

…Ruhn didn’t know what had happened to his wife and his brothers, so he saw everyone out once the games were over, sighed at the state of their kitchen and dining space, not feeling envious of the maids, and jogged upstairs.

The screaming and the grunting that was coming out of Azriel’s office told him where the party was.

He opened the door carefully and stepped inside.

Elain was completely naked, kneeling on the leather sofa, with Azriel beneath her, his face buried in her slurping, dripping pussy, his tongue working up and down her slit, while Fen was stooped over her, pulling her ass cheeks apart and licking her other hole.

Well, at least their girl was well-serviced.

Her hair was a mess, flowing in lush waves around her body and the sofa, her hands pressed into the cushion above Azreil’s shoulders, her hips riding his face. The full breasts flopped sexily, and obviously the two men had their fun with them, considering how swollen her nipples were.

“What are these fiends doing to you, beautiful?” Ruhn laughed, observing the explicit scene before him. “Are they fucking you?”

Elain watched him, her big brown eyes hooded, her lower lip bit tightly, as she moaned and whimpered atop of Azriel’s face.

“They are licking me,” she stated the obvious, pouting adorably at Ruhn, as he approached her and cupped her face, lowering his lips to hers.

“And are you liking it?” he asked, kissing her softly.

“Yes,” she mewed, kissing him back. It was slow, but not gentle, because there was nothing gentle about Ruhn.

“Are you being a good girl and letting them in all your holes?”

She nodded eagerly.

“I am…they are using all my holes,” she looked back at Fenrys, whose face was half hidden in her plump ass. He slapped her loudly in response and she yelped, as Ruhn smiled and tsked.

“But I think that there is one hole that we aren’t using, are we?” he pondered.

He filled his hands with her breasts, massaging them lazily, while Elain panted and looked a sweaty, spent mess with the three of them on her.

Ruhn assessed the scene and then began barking orders,

“Fen, is she ready and prepped to take some fingers in that gorgeous ass of hers?”

Fenrys emerged for air and nodded confidently, stroking Elain’s neck.

“Oh, she is ready,”

“Az, keep sucking our girl’s clit,”

Somewhere from under her, Azriel reported, “with pleasure”.

Fenrys was naked, rubbing his massive dick in his hand while he licked Elain’s ass, and Azriel was mostly naked, but still stubbornly in his boxers. Ruhn quickly tugged his t-shirt over his head and then unzipped his jeans.

Elain was moaning and wincing, because Azriel had most of his hand inside of her, but his mouth was sucking her clit firmly, as he pumped her slowly and indulgently. Her eyes, though, raked over Ruhn’s carved abdomen, his narrow hips and the defined V that disappeared in his boxers. He stepped out of all his clothes and she licked her lips gluttonously, looking up at him with anticipation.

“Is this what you want, beautiful?” he smirked lustfully, and drew the thick pink head of his dick over her swollen, over-kissed lips.

“Yes, yes,” she begged, pausing on top of Az’s face, mesmerised by the sight of Ruhn’s glorious manhood. It never ceased to impress her–its hefty girth and the length that was created to dominate.

“Are you going to take my fancy cock in your mouth, like the sweet girl that you are?” he kept rubbing the tip of the cock over her lips and the peeking tongue.

“I want it,” she murmured, her tone unsure but eager.

“Fucking feed her your dick, Ruhn,” Fenrys snapped.

Ruhn only laughed and shook his head, telling his brother, “I want her to beg for it.”

Fenrys’s firm, strong hand landed on the back of Elain’s head, keeping her in place, while he whispered hotly in her ear, “beg for his cock, babygirl”.

“Put it in my mouth,” Elain pleaded shamelessly, almost salivating at the taste of him on her lips.

“Hmmm,” Ruhn hummed, like he wasn’t sure.

“Ru, please!” she cried, and at last, Ruhn magnanimously pushed his shaft into her mouth, sliding firmly and mercilessly inside, making her eyes bug out from the pressure. He held her face between his hands and smiled down at her.

“Brothers, look at our girl,” he invited, waiting for Azriel to slip from under her, while Elain panted and sputtered over the huge dick that he jammed deep in her mouth. She blushed, watching all three of them watch her, her mouth stuffed to the brim, Ruhn stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Looks perfect,” Azriel decided, wiping his face, which was covered in her juices. “My darling girl,” he stroked her hair gently, “you won’t be able to swallow tomorrow once he is done with you.”

Ruhn reached all the way to the back of her throat, and she stilled, while he cupped her chin and whispered, “it’s okay to choke on it, beautiful. You look gorgeous, by the way, these sweet lips,” his thumb traced her upper lips, “they look so good wrapped around a dick. The first time I saw you, my love, I imagined how you’d look on your knees in front of me, gagging on my dick…and here we are.”

Elain was completely overwhelmed by the buffet of glorious male flesh that surrounded her. She glanced at Fen’s colossal member, which he tugged in his hand, and the sight of him made her swallow with fear and desire. God he was big. Ten inches? Eleven?

Ruhn tasted as good as any drug, his natural scent of oranges and tobacco lingering on his skin, making her dizzy. Azriel wrapped his hands around her head and whispered to her, “he is going to fuck your mouth, flower. It won’t be pretty, but it’s the hottest, sexiest fucking thing we’ll ever witness.”

His scarred hand sneaked between her thighs and he cupped her pussy and pressed his thumb to her clit.

“Suck on the head a little, baby,” Fenrys encouraged her. “Make it nice for your husband,”

Ruhn then pulled out almost entirely, allowing her the opportunity to suck and lick the smooth head, tasting him, before sliding back in, and starting to thrust firmly into her mouth. She choked and gagged, but then adjusted around him, because he was not going to stop and the drive was relentless. It made her laugh somewhere in her head, as he pumped his dick deep in her mouth, while Azriel was rubbing her clit–her first cock sucking, and it was with Ruhn? Fucking Ruhn King, the monster of sex? The tattooed savage? That’s whose dick she was sucking? She had to give herself props for the sheer insanity of it. But, with her face held down over his cock, there was little time or opportunity to think clearly. Everything in her body was swollen with pleasure and from overuse–her tits were bouncing heavily, her nipples constantly tugged and rolled and squeezed by someone. Her pussy was just a wet mess, licked and sucked and fingered aggressively. Her lips kept rubbing against Ruhn’s shaft, while she cried out around him, watching him and his reaction. He looked satisfied with how she was taking him, whispering dirtily, “that’s right beautiful…right in the back of the throat,” and he rubbed the tip of his member right in the spot, “suck that dick, sweet pea.”

“Suck harder,” Azriel ordered and Ruhn, unbelievably, upped his pace, while Az muttered in her ear, “choke on his dick, flower.”

Elain did choke, squeezing Ruhn’s thighs painfully, drooling abundantly on her chin and chest, but not caring at all. It was intoxicating–this obnoxious masculinity around her, primal, base and overwhelming. The men around her seemed to relish the sight of her sucking and gagging and drooling, so she let go of her inhibitions and enjoyed the moment.

“Fuck, beautiful,” Ruhn grunted, his long black hair fanning over her face when he bent down, “you are amazing…so beautiful…”

“Gorgeous fucking mouth,” Fenrys agreed, watching her with appreciation.

Her bazillionth orgasm of the day was roiling down in her belly, Azriel’s hand pure magic on her clit and Ruhn managed to time it just perfectly, as he pumped her mouth, while she came all over his dick, her screams muffled by his presence. He came hard–spilling down her throat, and flooding her mouth with his cum, which she swallowed quickly and scrupulously.

Stupid Fen started applauding, and Azriel laughed and joined him, clapping loudly, while Elain sucked and swallowed, rolling her eyes at their antics. Ruhn caressed her head, smiling down at her, before he finally pulled out. She gasped for breath, feeling lightheaded, and only now realising that she wasn’t getting enough oxygen simply from the size of him.

Fenrys grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her sloppily and wildly, not caring about the cum that coated her lips and inside her mouth.

“You did it, babygirl!” he exclaimed happily, like she climbed Everest or something. “Was it good?”

She swatted him away, laughing and feeling wholly satisfied.

“It was wonderful!”

Later that evening, Elain lay across three pairs of legs, still naked. The men were dressed somewhat haphazardly–Ruhn in unbuttoned jeans, Azriel in shorts and nothing else, and Fen…well, Fenrys was currently eating sushi off her ass.

They ordered a ton of sushi, Azriel made margaritas, and Elain and Ruhn indulged in a long shower, while waiting for the food to be delivered.

Now, in their garden, under the starry sky and surrounded by muffled New York noise, which came from beyond their four buildings, they lounged by the pool. Elain was naked–they forbade her from dressing–but they fed her sushi in return, so it was a fair exchange. It was strange, even a little unsettling to be completely bare outside, in the middle of Soho, knowing that millions of people went about their business just beyond the walls of the buildings. Elain figured that it kind of played into her fantasy that she shared with Azriel earlier.

Ruhn popped another piece of sushi in her mouth and Elain kissed his hand, smiling stupidly.

“Boys,” she said thoughtfully, “I’ve been thinking,”

“Oh god. We are not divorcing over football,” Fenrys cried out, biting her ass cheek.

“Be quiet,” she ordered. “We are not divorcing. But I’ve been thinking–I think we should order a bed. A new bed. For the four of us.”

“You want me to cross swords with Fen?” Ruhn laughed.

“You wish!” Fenrys muttered.

“Okay, you are all related, so it’s kind of gross,” she pointed out. “But you are also all married to me. So I think we ought to have our own marital bed.”

Azriel climbed out of the pool, dripping water everywhere and making Elain breathless with the display of his physique.

“I like it!” he announced. “She is ours. We are hers. We ought to have one bed.”

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