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slytherhys · 5 months

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12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

You can also find this story on my AO3.

9th day of christmas - solstice ft. high lady's birthday (i spent the 21st of december doing some christmas shopping so pls forgive me for posting this a day later)

A life by your side (A Feyre's birthday oneshot)

The High Lord of the Night Court had spared no expense in throwing a party to celebrate his mate’s 24th birthday. People from all around Prythian gasped with wonder as they entered the ballroom, surprised to see it so beautifully decorated for the winter solstice and the long night awaiting them.

The floors were so thoroughly polished guests could see their own reflections staring back at them in awe; white tulle drapes covered the archways leading outside, their fabric dancing as the wind flowed between them. The ceiling, too, reflected the night sky, but no cold touched the guests’ skin. The tables were covered in food and champagne tastefully decorated with both fairy lights and beautiful flower arrangements.

Feyre was by the champagne table with Mor, her sparkling blue gown making her easy to spot. It didn’t take long before guests were wishing her a happy birthday, toasting to the High Lady, and wishing the Night Court a prosperous year. Helion himself had already pulled Feyre away for a poorly executed waltz (entirely her fault), and Cassian had taken her for whatever disastrous dance the band had chosen to play.

Rhysand, however, was still nowhere to be seen.

Feyre tried not to frown, but Morrigan just sighed dramatically. “He’s just taking care of something, he’ll be here in no time.”

“What’s so urgent he couldn’t have given me a kiss before running away to Mother’s knows where?” Feyre grumbled, taking a sip from her champagne glass.

Mor narrowed her eyes, eyeing the glass in Feyre’s hand before saying, “I think you might be a little more drunk than what we first thought.”

“Good.” Feyre huffed. “Might make me a better dancer by the time my mate decides to grace me with his presence.”

Mor chuckled, eyes scanning the room as she presumably searched for her cousin. “I promise it’ll be a worthy surprise.”

Feyre perked up at that, setting down her empty glass on the table behind her. “A surprise?” She inquired. “What surprise?”

“I think that defeats the purpose.” She deadpanned. “Don’t you enjoy surprises?”

No at the moment, no. “Well, you’re no help.”

Having fun, my love? Rhysand’s voice rang down the bond.

Feyre frowned deeply. Where are you?

Doing something very important.

“Are you talking to him, right now?” Mor asked. “It kinda weirds me out when you guys do that.”

Feyre ignored her. What’s so important you can’t even bother to see me in this ridiculously expensive dress?

You look beautiful, came his reply a few seconds later. Feyre spined around, scanning the ballroom for him.

Can you see me or are you just guessing?

His scent enveloped her, an arm going around her waist as he pulled her against his chest. “Of course I see you, darling.” He said, lips gently pressed against her ear. Feyre turned around, cheeks heating as she found his eyes drunkenly taking her in.

Good. It had been a pain to fit inside the dress, so he might as well appreciate it.

“And that’s my cue.” Mor announced, quickly fleeing in the direction of a pretty female wearing a beautiful, black dress. Emerie, if Feyre recalled correctly.

She turned to Rhys. “You’re late.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”

Feyre narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to answer my question?”

He shook his head, a smirk on his lips as he watched her. “Dance with me.” He whispered instead.

Feyre was slightly taken back. “You wish to dance with me?”

“I wish to have you in my arms,” He smiled softly. “Even if it means sacrificing a few toes.”

Feyre pushed him playfully. “You’re an asshole.” Rhys chuckled, smoothly grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dancefloor without another word. Feyre let herself follow him, suddenly too giddy at the thought of dancing with him.

“Is it another house?” She eyed him contemplatively. “A palace, maybe.” She searched his face for a reaction, but Rhysand only smirked.

“Are your expectations that high?”

“You have no one to blame but yourself.”

He twirled her before pulling her body back against his. “A blame I can easily take.” His eyes softened as he looked down at her. “You really do look stunning.”

Feyre smiled primly. “I think so too.”

“Nothing I offer you can ever compare to how I feel when I see you smile.” He leaned down, kissing her softly. “But I can try.” He whispered before raising his head, his violet eyes focusing on the clear dome above them. Feyre looked around quizzically, quickly raising her head when she noticed everyone’s attention focused on the sky above them.

Feyre gasped, his hold on Rhys tightening ever so slightly as she watched the sky. A spectacle of lights seemed to dance in front of her eyes, fireworks of every colour and shade painting the night sky in a colourful display. Wherever she looked, different forms took shape – the stars, wolves… A message to her. For her. Tears filled her eyes.

Before she could even think to kiss Rhysand senseless, a door to her left opened with a flourish, a large cake making its way towards Feyre, quickly followed by a grinning Elain. People clapped, cheering for the lavish display of love, but Feyre could pay them no attention: not when her attention was on Rhys, who looked at her with something akin to adoration on his face.

“Not that long ago,” He said in a low voice meant only for her. “the stars made sure I knew you belonged right by me side.”

Feyre let out a surprised laugh, a tear running down her cheek. “Is this your way of reminding me how young I am?”

“Or a way of reminding you how old I am.” He smiled fondly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I have lived many years, but I have yet to believe that I deserve to truly have this life.” He reached for her face, gently swiping away a stubborn tear. “To have found the love of my life, to have our family around us.” He leaned down, his lips a whisper away from hers. “That I get to share a life with you.”

“Is it worth losing a few toes?”

Rhysand grinned. “Absolutely.” He said, kissing her once more. “Happy birthday, darling.”

Feyre leaned her head into his chest as Rhys swayed them softly to the sound of a music only they could hear. “Happy Solstice, Rhys.”

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folklorianhaze · 1 year

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In Wait

Pairing: Some lightly implied/foreshadowed Feyre x Rhysand, but there’s not really a lot of shipping going on in this

Rating: T

Tags: One Shot, Introspective, Character Study, Pre-Canon

Word Count: 2918

Summary: "You were born on the longest night of the year. You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning."

On the day that Feyre Archeron turns sixteen years old, she's certain no one remembers it's her birthday. She tells herself she's okay with it, that she doesn't want to be remembered.

Little does she know that somewhere else out there in the universe, someone is listening.

Short oneshot I wrote in celebration of our High Lady's birthday! Happy winter solstice!

Read it on AO3 here!

Feyre left the cottage just before first light, as she always did.

What had once been powdery snow, now turned to unforgiving ice in the bitter cold of the previous night, crunched underfoot as she started down the winding path from her family’s ramshackle little home into the woods nearby. Cold dampness pressed in through the soles of her worn-out boots, and she found herself immensely grateful that she’d thought to layer as many socks and fabrics as she could find in order to protect her feet.

Perhaps if she found something today in the forest, if she could manage to take down an animal with enough hide to trade for a new pair of boots — or, at the very least, to earn enough coin to her name to buy some . . .

She expelled a slow sigh, already tired just thinking of it.

Her breath plumed in front of her face.

Winter had been particularly brutal this year, and her little family had begun to feel the strain of it in full this month. Long nights spent huddled around a weak, sputtering fire, their father’s face wan and expressionless in the flickering light; Elain and Nesta bickering over who would get whatever spare money could be had from whatever was left for Feyre to sell in the market; all three sisters clambering into their one bed together, kicking and squirming and fighting for warmth until falling into still-resentful sleep. The nights had grown longer, and with less daylight there was not only less refuge from the cold, but less time for Feyre to hunt safely in the woods. Thus, less opportunities for anything to eat.

Feyre swallowed past the dryness in her throat, stuffing her fingers beneath her underarms to keep her body warm as she walked. She tried to think of soft, luxurious blankets and roaring fireplaces, tried to imagine sweltering summer nights in some far-off desert kingdom, tried to picture herself sprawled out in the sun in a sparkling oasis. Anything to ward off the chill that seemed to bleed into her very bones.

And, most importantly, she tried very hard not to think about the fact that today was her sixteenth birthday.

It seemed like such a trivial thought to entertain — as if becoming a year older were some significant accomplishment to shout from the rooftops. And in any case, with all her family had to worry about these days, with the constant press of the elements against their little hovel, it seemed selfish to fixate on a birthday, of all things. She’d rather not squander an entire full day of hunting by demanding that everyone acknowledge her, celebrate her.

She huffed a dry, humorless laugh at that, hardly able to suppress a shudder at the thought of what Nesta’s face would look like if Feyre actually attempted to suggest her eldest sister celebrate her.

And she had to admit, given their family’s current deplorable state, her birth date made it difficult for anyone to be in a particularly celebratory mood. The longest night of the year — the winter solstice. Even though she’d been quite young when her mother had passed away, Feyre could still see those grandiose parties at the edges of her memory, the manor house draped with holly and evergreens. Nesta and Elain, especially, had always loved those, always jumped at the chance to throw a ball and preen among the nobility that their mother had loved so much.

And now they had nothing — now Feyre had nothing to her name but a scrap of a promise she’d made to her mother on her deathbed.

With the memory of all that still so fresh, looming over their heads almost mockingly, why would any of them want to muster up any festive spirit at all? It was fine. Perfectly fine. And if none of them happened to remember, if they didn’t stop her on her way back into the cottage tonight and instead let her simply slip by unnoticed . . . well, all the better. She certainly didn’t care. One bit.

Feyre’s boots thudded rhythmically through the snow. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Blinking, she drew herself to a halt, only just realizing how loud she’d gotten. She needed to keep her steps light, as Isaac Hale and the other hunters had taught her, lest she scare away any potential quarry. And where she stood now, just on the edge of where the open path gave way to soaring evergreens and gnarled old birches that sliced against the pale gray morning skyline, any prey would certainly be able to hear her.

Including faeries, if the rumors about them being so close to these woods were as true as some in town claimed.

Feyre pressed her mouth into a thin line, busying herself with her limited hunting gear as she scouted for a proper tree. Doing anything she could to avoid thinking too deeply about the idea of faeries, the idea that chilled her down to her very bones. She’d heard whispers of what just one of those ancient beings could do to an entire village . . . it was an effort not to shiver at the thought of what one could do to a sixteen-year-old alone in the woods.

At the very least, she had a bow and arrow. She may not have a fighting chance against one, but at least she certainly wouldn’t go down without swinging. She chuckled a bit at the absurdity of it, especially when contrasted with the almost serene silence of the forest.

It was beautiful, she had to admit as she scanned her usual clearing for any signs of movement, even as part of her raged against that side that still looked for all things lovely in the world. What use was searching for beauty when colors and light and the way the snow sparkled in the sun wouldn’t help her to survive? Looking for details in her surroundings that mattered — now, that was useful. That could get her to live another day, to see as many sunrises as she liked.

Even if she never appreciated them again with her whole heart the way she used to. Even if it was so hard now, to see the world in the way she once did.

As she hoisted herself up onto the sturdiest-looking branches of the tree she’d chosen for the best vantage point, Feyre groaned and settled herself in for what was sure to be a long morning. The first few watery rays of sunlight were trying their hardest now to fight past the slate-colored clouds on the horizon, a lazy, slow-arriving dawn.

She wondered if Nesta and Elain were still in bed, if their father had said anything to them at all beyond his usual blank stares and careless hums. She knew the answer to that without even thinking about it.

What a wretched mess they all were. Her father, broken and hiding inside their cottage, never looking up from his wood carvings, never letting his daughters see or know what he might be thinking, feeling. Her sisters, lost and certainly frightened of this new life they led, grieving the riches and comfort that had been so abruptly swept out from underneath them. Nesta raging, wrapping herself in her anger as if it were the cape of a warrior-queen, Elain searching for safety and beauty within her flowers and never daring to see if she might do anything more.

But there had been nothing for Feyre back at their old manor, anyway, even if she did miss the warmth and stability, the knowledge that they’d always had whatever they might need. She’d never felt, even back in the height of her family’s success, as if she’d really belonged anywhere. Perhaps she truly didn’t. Perhaps she was every bit as sullen and strange as her mother had always suggested.

Perhaps that was why she’d been born on the winter solstice, of all days.

“Well, if there are any faeries out here following me about,” Feyre huffed to herself, in a voice she barely dared to pitch louder than the faintest whisper, “it’s my birthday.”

And she neatly, unceremoniously fired an arrow at a rabbit rustling through the edges of a nearby bush.

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There was no light in this place.

There was only a constant, ancient drumming from the massive throne room beneath the mountain, a song that bellowed from the very depths of the world itself, from creatures who had been here since the dawn of time. There were only the wall carvings of long-dead Fae, reveling and cavorting, sliced almost spitefully into the stone of the sacred Mountain by the one who styled herself High Queen of this land.

There was only a barked command from the woman who sat upon the mighty throne leering down at them all, nothing but pure malice glittering in her dark eyes.

“Rhysand! Come here.”

The sound of his name upon her lips slashed through the clamor of the great antechamber, knifelike in his sharpness. A few High Fae and faeries alike cut conspiratorial glances in his direction, a secret judgment gleaming in their eyes that these days, he did his best to ignore.

It was enough, he thought, to remind himself of all that waited beyond this place for him. Of all he sought to protect. Enduring this was worth it, if it kept their eyes away from the one place, the people, who truly mattered.

He clamped down on that thought before it could fully take form, before it could wound too deeply. It had been a good long while since he’d allowed himself to think of Velaris in any capacity. His beloved city blanketed with stars — nearly against his will, he found himself wondering what it would look like tonight, what it would be like just to see that night sky stretched out over his head again, if only for one last time.

You will have that time, and more beyond it, once you’re free from here, he tried telling himself.

Tried, and failed to entirely believe it.

As memories ran unbidden through his mind, threatening to pierce him straight through to his very core, he fought to keep a bored malevolence on his features. The same practiced, calculated indifference he’d perfected over his years serving in Amarantha’s demented court — and in her bedroom. He knew what they would all see as he strode slowly, purposefully through the crowd, making his way to the foot of the massive dais upon which the dark queen’s throne was perched. They would see what they wished to see — they’d believe it because it was what was expected of the Night Court, of his people.

It made his job all the easier, he supposed.

“You called?” he asked when he had at last approached, holding her gaze, refusing to reveal where his thoughts truly lay. He dared to arch an eyebrow, to tease her with that glorious boredom that he knew by now she secretly loved.

A huntress to the very end — Amarantha enjoyed the fight for a lover’s interest.

His stomach twisted unpleasantly.

“I grow bored of tonight’s festivities,” she answered, waving a hand artlessly to signal to the musicians. “Keep playing,” she commanded them, and then, returning her attention to him, added: “I find myself wishing to retire early.”

He swallowed hard, ignoring the oily feeling creeping down the back of his neck at that predatory look in her eyes, the intent he read there.

“Oh?” he could only say, inwardly coaching himself to look just intrigued enough to capture her attention, but removed enough that she could have her fun.

Amarantha chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “Don’t tell me you would rather stay here and indulge in the celebrations?”

The glint in her eyes told him everything. Perhaps he hadn’t been as subtle as he’d thought; perhaps there was a sense of punishment beneath her toying, a way for her to assert power over him in whatever capacity she could. She knew he thought of home, and perhaps thought this her chance to wring the information from him.

He would not allow it.

“Not at all, my lady,” he said smoothly, gesturing with a hand to the hallway that led to her chambers. “It would be my pleasure to accompany you.”

Hours later, when Amarantha had decided she was done with him for the night, he at last returned to his own personal chambers, entirely drained and greeting the all-too-familiar hollowness in his chest as if it were an old friend.

Even this, the only place in this gods-forsaken mountain where he might have been granted any privacy, did not feel like a space of rest or sanctuary. Certainly, it was likely one of the more luxurious rooms here — Amarantha did love her toys to live in style, it seemed — but it lacked any warmth. What did it matter, ultimately, how comfortable his living space was, if it had been so long since he’d even felt the wind against his face?

He sat at the edge of his own bed, elbows propped on his bare knees, very deliberately not looking at the tattoos he knew he would find there. Instead, his gaze remained honed on the flickering embers of the dying fire in the hearth, as if they held some answer within to some secret question, some hidden problem over which he’d been puzzling forever. But they provided nothing, only danced briefly before threatening to fizzle out entirely.

Even the flames seemed to retreat from the darkness and cold here, it seemed.

He saw it then.

Or, rather, he supposed a more accurate way of describing it was that the images flashed through his mind, sudden and blurry and confusing. As if they’d been quite rudely dropped there by some passing, mischievous breeze — as a matter of fact, he could very nearly hear the tinkling, whispered edges of some unfamiliar, husky laugh on the other side of it.

He’d never heard it before, that laugh. That voice.

But if he closed his eyes in that instant, it was as if he were actually standing there. Viewing somewhere completely different, somewhere far beyond the reaches of this mountain, through an unknown, hazy veil.

It was a meadow. Silent, buried in piles of glittering white snow, icicles hanging off bare, twisted branches. The forest didn’t stir. It simply held its breath, as if watching. As if it were indeed waiting for him to arrive, to see who lingered here for him.

And before he could study the details of the scene before him for too long, he saw another flash — the briefest flicker of an image, of pale hands with chipped fingernails digging into frost-covered bark, the grunting noises of someone pulling their entire body weight up. Someone — a woman. Hauling herself up into the branches of a tree like they were a cradle, as indifferently as if she did this every day, as if swinging herself through treetops were a completely ordinary activity.

There was an endless silence, and he forgot his bedroom Under the Mountain, forgot the evening he’d spent pretending he hadn’t wanted to kill Amarantha right where she’d lain in bed, forgot everything except those visions of falling snow and a peaceful meadow on a side of the world he might never see.

Who are you? He wanted to say, but there was nothing there, no mind for him to look into, or perhaps that haze was blocking his way in.

Perhaps he’d simply finally cracked, and after all these years spent locked in darkness and confined to the ground, had started seeing things, imagining snow-covered fields that weren’t truly there.

But no — there was her voice again, and he couldn’t see her face, but somehow he knew, knew with such a bone-deep certainty that it frightened him, that this — she — was real.

“. . . if there are any faeries out here following me about,” she was saying, and her voice was full of sardonic, self-effacing humor, so much that he found himself smiling without even thinking about it, “. . .it’s my birthday.”

And there, before he could stop it, were tears stinging the backs of his eyes, falling in clean lines down his face. He wasn’t sure where they came from, nor did he know entirely why something in his gut seemed to twist within him at the sound of her voice. He could only hold close to the knowledge that she was truly out there somewhere, this strange girl, that she had shown him just one beautiful thing left in the world on a night where he’d sorely needed it.

She had shown him a clearing sparkling with snow — shown him that the world still existed beyond the stone, that there was still sunlight and fresh air and . . . and a beautiful world for the people he cared about to enjoy, as long as he kept trying to keep them safe.

So he spooled into whatever void might be listening to him, whatever force beyond his understanding that might possibly allow him to give a response. And he sent the girl an image of his own, bright and clear at the forefront of his memory.

The night sky above Velaris on the night of the Solstice, dappled with stars over the winding Sidra. The night sky, for the girl whose birthday was the longest night of the year.

And into the darkness, with his eyes closed as if to preserve the image for her, the High Lord of the Night Court whispered:

“Happy birthday.”

#acotar fanfic #my fanfic #feyre archeron #feysand fanfic #feyre fanfic #feyre x rhysand #acotar #feysand #rhysand #happy birthday feyre darling!!! <333

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feyre-darling92 · 2 years

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The Best Birthday Gift

Obi-Wan x reader oneshot

A/N: So as I said in a previous post today is my birthday and because the day isn't going very well I decided to write a little Modern AU with Obi-Wan to heal my trauma because it was a nice idea. Also this is based on my family and how they act so yeah. Anyway, enjoy!

T/W: None, pure fluff and a bit of family drama

Word Count: 1,323

Beep beep beep

"Ugh, can you close it?" I groaned when the sound of the clock interrupted my so-needed sleep.

I felt Obi-Wan shifting next to me and the sound stopped.

"Thanks" I muttered and turned to face him, snuggling more into his chest.

Two arms wrapped around me, the familiar secure feeling returning once again from the person I loved, my husband.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart " he kissed the top of my head.

What? My birthday is today?

"It's not today, honey" I opened my eyes.

"Yes, it is. Today is the 25th of September, your birthday"

When he realized that I'd forgotten what day it is today he couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry," I said embarrassed, "I thought it was tomorrow"

"It's OK, darling. We both had much work this week. But today we have the day off. I made sure of it"

"Hell yeah!" I cheered and kissed him. "Thank you"

"No, thank you"

“For what?”

“For being so wonderful”

“Are you sure you’re talking about me”

“yep”

I chuckled and kissed him, “love you”

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Obi-Wan surprised me with a wonderful breakfast in bed and after we ate we decided to go for a walk and enjoy the wonderful weather.

We were walking, my hand in his, fingers tangled together, and enjoying the view when my phone rang.

Mum, I read the name on the screen.

"Hello, mum" I smiled.

She and my father were wonderful parents and always made sure I and my brother felt loved and safe.

"Happy Birthday, my love! We want you to know that we love you and we're so lucky to have you" my parents' voices united, sending me wishes.

Obi-Wan smiled, he always to see me happy.

"Thanks, mum, and dad. How are you?" We continued walking while I talked to my phone.

After a couple of minutes and after the "interrogation", as I called it, was over my mother spoke the words I didn't wish to hear.

"You know, your aunts and grandparents will come today and you should be here. I mean you, of course, can avoid it if you want, but-" she stopped right there.

Because all of us knew what that “but” meant.

"I'll talk with Obi-Wan and let you know," I said and ended the call.

"Did I hear right?" Obi-Wan took my hand again and held it tighter.

He knew just like my mother that family gatherings... let's just say they were disastrous.

I was always the weird one and they always made sure I knew that by criticizing my every move.

Thankfully, my husband was always with me, holding my hand and reminding me that I am a person too. That I deserve to be loved too.

So that's why today was so hard.

"Y/N" he talked softly "we can avoid this if you want"

"For what? To listen to them once again telling me that I work all the time and I don't take care of my husband? Or that it is better because if you actually stayed with me you'd get bored?"

"Well last night was anything but boring" the corners of his lips lifted forming a smirk.

"That's not the matter, dear. Though, it was great" you smirked too. "But, back to our point. Are you ready to face my family again?"

"Oh, come on. Of course, I am. As long as I am with you. I have to say that your brother has some embarrassing stories about you that I'd love to hear "

"You're insufferable"

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We were in the car, slowly reaching our destination when Obi-Wan's phone screen lit up with a message.

"Can you read what it says?" He asked and I took it, unlocked it (I was delighted to discover months ago that his password was the day we met), and read the message out loud.

"It's from Anakin, it says "we're in for tonight". What does that mean?" I asked curiously.

Usually, when he arranged to meet Anakin he told me.

"It's a surprise for tonight" He replied, his eyes full of mischief.

"Alright," I said suspiciously and looked out of the window.

What was he planning?

Soon we parked outside the house I grew up, a house full of happy memories. Obi-Wan knocked and I stood next to him. He gave me a reassuring smile and I nodded.

The door opened revealing my mother who dragged me inside and hugged me tightly "Happy birthday, my love" she kissed my cheek and let me go. Obi-Wan was her next victim, whom she let go by saying "Thanks for making her happy"

"Of course. How could I not?" His words melt my heart.

"Y/N" I heard my brother's voice from behind.

"Happy birthday" we both said in unison and exchanged our secret handshake. It was a thing we did from school.

"Obi-Wan, how are you?" He greeted him next. He was actually the person who arranged for me and Obi-Wan to meet for the first time without knowing.

And then I greeted the rest of the family.

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Two hours later I had ended up sitting in the armchair forced to hear about the daughter of my aunt’s cousin who got married in her early twenties and now she’s pregnant and that now that I am in my late twenties I am too old and I should have children too and... actually I stopped listening by the time she brought up my age.

I was actually looking at Obi-Wan who was conversing with my brother in the corner of the room.

Damn, he was hot. He’s my husband, my husband is hot, I smiled and my aunt thought that I was smiling for something she told me.

Who was I to deny it?

Thankfully it was time for dinner and I got away, sitting finally next to him.

“How is it going?” he whispered in my ear.

“I am regretting this day 28 years ago”

We both laughed earning curious looks from everyone.

One hour later and after I had argued with everyone (it was inevitable) I was ready to explode if I heard another comment. I was so upset I was ready to cry.

“Alright, that’s it” Obi-Wan handed me my coat.

“What?”

“We’re leaving. I can’t see you like this anymore”

I muttered a thank you and put off my coat. We left much to everyone’s curiosity and only then did I let a breath of relief.

“Where are we going now?” I asked as he drove, the street lights lighting us once in a while.

“That’s a surprise”

He drove for about ten more minutes into the city and we parked a few minutes away from the center.

We walked through the crowd who was enjoying their evening when I saw three very familiar figures at the end of the square, the exact place Obi-Wan proposed.

“Happy Birthday!” Anakin, Padme, and Ashoka shouted when we approached. Ashoka was holding a small birthday cake with a white candle.

“Guys” I whispered, all the emotions hitting at once. “Did you-” I turned to Obi-Wan who confirmed my thought “I organized it, but everyone helped”

“Make a wish” Anakin encouraged me and I closed my eyes concentrating.

I wish I spend the rest of my life with these wonderful people I have the luck to call friends and family

I blew and everyone clapped, “Happy birthday, love” Obi-Wan kissed me and hugged me.

“Thank you, guys. Really” I smiled.

“Of course! But now, let’s cut this cake!” Ashoka said and everyone agreed.

We sat all together on a bench in the park and ate the cake on the plastic plates and forks Padme had brought ans ,as usual, Anakin ate the most much to everyone’s disappointment.

We spent most of the night laughing and chatting and even though it was simple it was the best birthday ever.

Because even though you cannot choose your family you can choose your second family, your friends.

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marvelsmylife · 3 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Azriel x reader, feysand x reader (just a tiny bit)

Plot: in an attempt to get Azriel to admit to you that you are mates, Rhysand asks you if you would be interested in having a threesome with him and Feyre as a present for her birthday because she’s expressed interest in engaging in a threesome and had a small crush on you since you started working for Madja.

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Azriel was absolutely livid at his brother and his high lady. He couldn’t believe that they would bed you, knowing that you were his mate. The worst part of it all was the fact that Rhysand was sending him images of what he and Feyre were doing with you.

The threesome was Rhysand’s gift for Feyre for her birthday. She had let it slip that she was interested in a threesome and had her eye on you ever since you started working for Madja.

It took some convincing from Rhysand part that Feyre wanted this threesome for you to agree. You were almost positive that Rhysand had made that up because you thought he was the one who actually wanted the threesome, but once he showed you that Feyre genuinely wanted it, you agreed.

And you were happy you agreed to it. You spent hours fucking, eating and drinking. By the end of it, you could barely stand on your own.

Once you knew the threesome was over, you quickly started getting dressed: “You know you don’t have to leave right away, right?” Rhysand told you while you slipped on your shoes.

“He’s right y/n,” Feyre added: “You can spend the night here. Come cuddle with us.”

“As much as I would love to, I have a packed schedule tomorrow and need to sleep,” you replied.

You were almost at the door when you heard Rhysand’s voice in your head: leaving without kissing us goodbye? You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at Rhysand’s comment: “I didn’t think you would want a goodbye kiss.”

“Of course we do. We would be disappointed if you didn’t,” Feyre replied innocently.

Not one to disappoint your high lord and lady, you went over to them and kissed them each before slipping out of their bedroom.

You tried your best to be quiet as you tried to sneak out of Feyre and Rhysands room so no one knew what happened between the three of you. Unfortunately, as you tried to sneak away, the rest of the inner circle stood a few feet away with smirks plastered all over their faces. “Had fun in there?” Amren asked.

You were tempted to lie about what happened but knew they wouldn’t believe you. “Yup,” you beamed: “They really know how to treat a female right.”

The inner circle was ready to bombard you with questions about what happened when suddenly you were surrounded by shadow. The next thing you knew, you were whisked away from the room and appeared in Azriel’s room. “What the-” you whispered.

“You’re mine,” Azriel growled into your ear as he had you cornered: “I can’t believe they actually touched what was mine. Gods, their sent is all over you.”

“Azriel, what are you talking about?” you stammered out.

“You’re my mate,” Azriel explained: “You’re my mate. They knew that, and they still decided to touch you.”

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{Confess Your Lust} Azriel x Reader

You all can thank @riddlesb1tch for this. I have no regrets. It's just pure filth, but I know my whores like this 🥰 Rose this is all for you so you're the only one I care about liking it. Hope you all enjoy, title is from this song. highly suggest listening to while reading btw

Word Count: 4,682

Warnings: SMUT. Minor Dom/Sub concepts, bondage, degrading, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, Az is your pretty little good boy and you're gonna let him know ;)

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Summary: Azriel requested a very special birthday present. And who were you to tell him no.

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“Cassian, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve gotten me a dagger for my birthday.”

“Yup,” he grins.

“You know it’ll never suffice to Truth Teller, right?”

“An Illyrian can hope,” Cassian sighs, a relaxed smile on his face. “I know they all go in a drawer at the bottom of your dresser.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but thanks his brother anyway. He appreciates them, but they hold no candle to the pretty piece of steel sat on his thigh.

Mor had gifted him a new pair of boots and a matching belt to go with them. They were of sleek leather, polished so well he could see his distorted reflection in the curve of the toe. He might have to set them aside for a special occasion so he doesn’t ruin them with training and missions.

Rhys and Feyre gifted him a custom made weapons display case. It had racks and shelves for all his favorites, as well as drawers for the ones Cassian constantly gifted. It was complete with a throwing pad on the side to practice different strikes as well as a sharpening stone. He’d never admit to anyone but himself, but it made the back of his throat string.

Amren promised him a night out at Rita’s, and coming from her it was quite generous.

Buy my gift… it was something to be shared between my mate and no one else. They didn’t need to know the secret behind the look in my eye. It was waiting at our newly constructed home, just like I promised. Just like he had asked.

“That’s it from us, I don’t see another one here,” Cassian looked around the rubble of discarded bags and decorative paper, not finding any other boxes. “Did Yn already give you hers?”

“No,” I said, sipping my glass of wine. “It’s back at the house. But he already knows what it is.”

“He does?”

“He does?” Azriel furrowed his brows, clearly not remembering the conversation the two of us had several months ago.

Azriel sauntered into the dining hall, hands fisted at his sides, wings tucked in close. “Can I talk to you?”

The sudden spring of worry in his eyes made me put down my book, following him to a nearby couch to sit on.

“What’s up, my love?” I asked tenderly, locking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“If I asked you to do something for me- to me… would you?”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Az,” I cocked my head to the side, getting a better look at his eyes. Those wicked shadows blocked some of his tan skin, so I gently nudged them out of the way.

“I umm- I was thinking that we might change some things up. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about these things and I want them. And I want to see if you could want them too.”

“Okay,” I nodded, waiting for a response.

“I want to try using some toys. On me.”

Well, that is not where I thought this was going to go at all. Utterly shocked, but not opposed to the idea, I asked him to elaborate. And by the Cauldron did he. He went into detail of what he wanted, why he wanted it, how he wanted it… it sounded like a dream come true.

“I’m so happy you told me about this. Yes, I’d be more than happy to fulfill these fantasies with you,” I smiled eagerly. “I promise I’ll make it special for you. Just like you did for me.”

Azriel still didn’t seem to get it, so I flashed a mental image down the bond, watching his brows unfurrow and raise up his face. It was almost ridiculous how far they went up. Nobody else said anything as they watched the interaction.

“Oh.”

“Oh… what? What did she get you?” Rhys prodded his brother, Azriel not breaking our eye contact. I just smirked, winking in his direction before turning back to the wine. Mor spared me a curious glance, but I gave away no details. The others didn’t need to know what happened behind those closed doors.

“Just something to play with later,” Azriel swallowed, throat working down and then back up. Only I would be able to note the change in his scent. “Time for pastries?”

I giggled as he deflected the question and moved onto another topic. It was another hour or so before anyone made a move to leave, but as soon as Cassian rolled out, his hands were all over me.

“Are you being serious?” His hands were cupping my cheeks, a desperate plea to his voice.

“Of course, my shadow. Go on up, get yourself ready. I’ll be up in a little bit, okay? Send word when you’re ready,” I instruct, moving out of his reach to begin cleaning up some of the mess left behind from the small party.

“Won’t you come do it for me?” His strong arms wrapped around me, the soft scent of his wings wafting in the air. “I could really use your help.”

“I thought you wanted me to take control?”

“I do, that’s why I-”

“Didn’t I give you an order?”

“Y-Yes, I just wanted-”

“Then go. Don’t make me ask again, Azriel.”

“Yes my lady,” he obediently replied. I watched him go up the stairs, shadows lingering behind before darting after him. Once I heard the door click softly shut, I continued my work around the living area and the kitchen. I didn’t have any desire to be cleaning, I just needed to build up some tension. For this to work as he wanted to, I needed to do the unpredictable. Which would be really fucking difficult since he is basically progammed to know every turn and corner.

I threw out trash, packed dishes in the sink, scrubbed them clean and put them away. About five minutes ago he sent a shadow curling my way, enticing me up towards the play room. I ignored the urgency of the call, deciding I’ll go when I want to. And he’s just going to have to wait.

Azriel isn’t the most patient creature in this world, that’s for damn sure.

Making him wait this long would be torture.

Precisely how I wanted it to be.

Finally, after another ten-ish minutes of stalling, I make my way upstairs. Purposefully being as loud as I can without stomping up the stairs. My heels click gently across the hard stone. As I near the door, I am hit with a wave of arousal coming from the room. It’s thick and tastes devine on the back of my tongue.

The sight of him sitting in the chair, wings facing me, arms ready and waiting behind his back is a marvelous sight. I can’t help but smile. He looks so pretty.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Azriel said, a smirk in his tone. “Is it time for my present yet?”

“So impatient, all of you Illyrians,” I snorted, rolling my eyes as I made my way to the wall in front of him. Hung up, there were various toys and playthings. All could be used for pleasure or pain, depending on the mood. “You’ll get it when I say you do. Give me your wrists.”

I held the bundle of rope between my palms, stalking back over to Azriel in his chair. As I pass around to where his hands are locked behind his back, I make sure to tell him he’s allowed to safeword if and whenever he needs to.

“I know, my love, thank you. I know you’ll take care of me,” he smiles gently, offering his lips.

“You asked to be overwhelmed, so I’m not going to stop unless you give me the word. I want you begging me to stop, remember? You’ll sound so pathetic and pretty when you whimper,” I smiled sickly sweet, pecking his lips with my own. “Ready?”

He gave a firm nod, hazel eyes locking on my body as I pulled away.

Back at the wall, I open the drawer in the chest, finding those two boxes I hid away weeks ago. How he never found them, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad. One was a vibrating cuff. The other was a dildo.

After taking them out of the box and sanitizing them, I left them there for Az to see, but not to use yet. No, I wanted the anticipation to do the work for me. Rather than giving him what he wanted, I made my way over to him and trailed my fingers around his frame.

Every flick of my finger sent goosebumps slithering across his skin. Up his neck… down his arms. That sensitive place between his wings twitched as I trailed through it, delicately applying pressure on the muscle.

“Fuck, baby you… you can’t tease me like that.”

“I think I can do whatever I want,” I replied. “You are tied up at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good boy,” I smiled, threading my fingers through his thick hair, latching onto his scalp. I pulled to the side, watching his body move with the force. His chest rose and fell, I could feel his heartbeat down the bond. Wicked. Powerful. Anticipating my next move.

I slid into his lap, feeling just how much he needed me through his pants. I leaned just far enough away that he couldn't capture my mouth with his. He tried twice to kiss me, but each time I leaned away, a sick smile on my lips.

Azriel scoffed, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“I know you do, but I didn’t give you permission, did I?” I mocked, leaning in closer and closer. “Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I decide when you get what you’ve earned. And all you’ve done so far is complain that I haven’t given you anything. That’s not how good boys behave is it?”

I can see the fire in his eyes, those two sides of his personality fighting each other head on. This desire inside him to be taken care of, to be set free by my control versus that blistering need to be in control of everything.

I’ll break him free with my bare hands if I have to.

“Don’t be shy, my shadow. You can say it, it’s okay. No one can hear you besides me. Unless you want everyone to know just how much you need me.”

“I’ll behave,” he recites quickly. “Please.”

“Look at you, begging for it already,” I smirked, standing up from my place in his lap. He groans, cock clearly straining against the fabric covering his legs.

I circle him. Like a predator to its prey. “You look so pretty tied up, my shadow.”

“When I asked you to play with me, I didn’t expect to be tortured.”

“Tortured?” I spun around to see his hazy eyes. “Oh, my sweet love, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already begging? Don’t be so pathetic, Azriel. You can take more, can’t you?” I nodded his head for him, fingers fisted in his hair. “Yes you can, good boy.”

I quickly walked around to see his pink cheeks, heated with humiliation. I had no intention of going easy on him the first time.

In a swift motion, I sheathed the blade at his thigh, cutting away his pants, leaving him just in his undershorts. He gasped, eyes going wide as roughly pulled them down his hips. “Y-Yn what are you-”

“Quiet,” I demanded.

Azriel shut his mouth, panting heavily as I fisted his cock in my hand. His head tipped back in pleasure, and I almost let myself enjoy it for a second before I ripped my hand away. Those fierce hazel eyes were back on mine in an instant, silently begging for more. He made a wounded sound when I walked away, grabbing the vibrating cuff from the dresser.

“Let’s play a game, okay? I put this on, and you aren’t going to cum. If you take it like the good boy I know you are, then I’ll give you something else to play with. If you cum… well, you’re just not going to stop.”

Azriel looks genuinely afraid. Like I might break him if I go through with this. I’ve never wanted to break something so badly just to put it back together again.

I kneel in front of him, spreading his knees apart. I can see the generous amount of gel he’s used to work himself open for later. His body is glowing, vibrating with tension. I spit on his dick, enjoying the sight of him flinching as it hits his hot skin.

Being extra agonizing, I blow some cool air on his tip to really watch him jump. I giggle, sliding the cuff over his length. The pale blue color is a stark contrast to his bright red skin. There is a button near the bass to turn it on and to switch the intensity. The gentle purr of the toy comes to life with a quick tap, and Azriel damn near falls out of the chair.

“Relax,” I say, forcing his knees down. I looked up at him, chest unmoving as he held his breath. “Breath Azriel.”

“I- I can-can’t,” he chokes. “Fuck Yn, it’s too much.”

“It’s only on the first setting, you’ll get used to it. In thirty seconds I’m going to put it on the next setting,” I warn, watching the way his body quivers slightly.

My mates eyes are slammed shut, teeth clenched together. His cock gently pulses with the vibe, slick trickling down his shaft in a steady stream. To be a little extra mean, I run my tongue up the length.

“Oh gods Yn…” he pleads, head tossed back. His chest is on display, perfectly cut muscles constricting with every breath.

“You’re being so good, Azriel,” I praise, relishing in the way his body relaxes into the words. “Just a little longer.”

I stand, walking to the corner of the room to the closet. I quietly wheel out the next part of his surprise, setting them aside for when I need them. When I come back, I notice the sheen of sweat lining his chest and torso. It glimmers in the low light, catching at all the right angles.

I stroke my hands up and down his shoulders, working the tense muscles. He relaxes into my body and I travel further. Over his chest, over his abs, down his thighs. When I reach his cock, I press the next button and turn up the intensity.

Az growls. In a way I’ve never heard him before. He curls in on himself, kicking his feet against the floor.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Azriel. I know you want to be my good boy and take your birthday present so well. You’re gonna take it until I tell you you’ve had enough.”

“It feels so good,” he moans. His thighs are shaking, his cock flushed almost purple. “M-More.”

“And now you’re begging for it? Gods, Az you are so easy for me. I’m sure if you'd found this before tonight, I would’ve caught you with it, huh? So fucking desperate.” I can’t help but tease him, he makes it so easy. And he is being so good for me, why not give him what he wants? “You asked for more, Azriel.”

I click it up another notch, watching the way it sends shock waves through the muscles in his thighs and abs. He’s open-mouth panting now, unable to take a breath without whining. He starts shaking his head back and forth, eyes blinking rapidly.

“You’re not allowed to cum, Azriel. I didn’t give you permission.”

My reminder makes him sob. “Please, please Yn. Fucking please let me cum. Fuck I-I can’t- Yn I can’t-”

“You’re going to,” I demand, pushing the hair out of his face. “Because I told you to. You wanna make me happy, right? I won’t be happy if you cum. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”

He shakes his head no rapidly, sweat dripping down his face.

“Then don’t cum. It’s not that hard.”

Azriel cries out, the noise coming deep within his chest. He tries to cross his legs to relieve the pressure, but I force them to stay open. He shakes and writhes, wings slanted behind his back in a mess of shadows. He cannot sit still, but I don’t reprimand him for it.

The room is filled with the sound of his harsh breathing and the hum of the vibrator. It’s filled with the scent of his sweat and breath.

“Yn- Yn turn it off.”

“No.”

He curses, a colorful menagerie falling from his wet lips. “Please please please please please please.”

The sound of him begging, truly begging, makes me grin in a sinister way. This is exactly how I wanted him. A whimpering, desperate mess for me to play with.

I turn it off.

Azriel blows out a breath, body still writhing. His cock stands tall, a deep shade of maroon. I know one flick of my tongue would send him over the edge. And having that kind of power over him feels incredible.

After letting him rest for a second, I decide it’s time for some real fun. I pluck the dildo off the dresser and stand in front of Azriel, waiting for him to look up at me. When those hazel eyes meet mine, they’re glassy and full of pleasure. Almost too much. He looks drunk with his cheeks so rosy and ears flaming red. He looks so adorable all fucked out like this.

“Stand,” I commanded, watching the words register on his face.

His knees tremble, but he manages, stretching his taught legs. The sight of him shaking so vividly would normally scare me. But right now it's… it's beautiful. I made him this way, and this ache between my legs couldn't be stronger.

The cup on the end suctions to the metal chair when I place the dildo down. “Sit.”

“Yn-”

“Sit,” I snapped, eyes hardening. Azriel swallowed, looking from me to the chair and back. “Don’t make me ask again. I told you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

He turned back around, standing above the chair. Slowly, incredibly slowly, he lowered himself to the chair. His arms were bulging against the ropes, veins running along his biceps throbbing with his pulse. But he sits. All the way down.

With a proud smile, I drink in the way he sits. It's so rigid. His chest barely moves with his quick breaths. His eyes are screwed shut.

“Azriel,” I taunt, my voice sickly sweet. “What's got you breathing so hard, hmm? Are you in too much pleasure? Does it feel too good?”

His mouth gapes open, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You’re at a loss for words with how good you feel. So fucking pathetic, completely fucked out the first time you’re taking a toy?” I click on the vibrator again, starting at level two. He thrashes, then grunts, tossing his head back. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve been pleasing me so much, Azriel, did you know that? You’re making me so happy. Keep being a good boy and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yn…” he breathed, head falling back to meet my eyes.

“What do you need, my shadow? More? You want more?” He shakes his head no, but remains silent. “You can do better than a pitiful shake of your head. Tell me what you want, Azriel.”

“Yn… Yn…” he chants, my name a plea of desperation. It's airy and full of need.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need, I promise I’ll give it to you.”

With bleary eyes, he looks at me. “Please let me cum.”

The words are broken and a little slurred, but he told me what he needed. So I’ll give it to him.

“Such a good boy, Azriel. Telling me how much you need to cum. I’ll make sure you do, baby. Just keep taking it for me. You’re doing soooo good.”

I kept talking to him, praising him for how good he’s taking everything I’ve given him. Azriel is babbling and pleading like a total whore. While he drones on and on, I wheel out the surprise I set in the corner. Three long, vertical mirrors are set around him so he can see every angle of his perfect body.

So he can watch himself come undone without me even touching him.

“Azriel, look at me baby,” I commanded. He settles his gaze on me, then the mirrors. “Don’t you think you look so pretty?”

The way his body slumps in the chair sent chills down my spine. He spread his legs, admitting the cuff constricting his cock. Azriel pushes on his toes lightly, bobbing up and down on the dildo. “Fuck I- Yn I look so…so-”

“I want you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror. Don’t look at anything but yourself. This is all for you, take it all in, my shadow. Enjoy watching yourself fall apart for me.”

Azriel nodded.

I circled him slowly, amused at how… delicate he looked despite the harsh reality of his current fate. He was tied up, more vulnerable than ever. And yet he looked so sweet and simple. And devastatingly ruined.

At the first touch to the leathery material of his wings, Azriel jumped. He shouted and swore.

“Relax, Azriel.”

“I can’t handle it when you touch my wings, Yn. I’m not gonna be able to hold on,” Az pleads. I touch him again in the same spot. He shudders and grits his teeth. “Yn please.”

“Eyes on yourself, Azriel.”

With a deep, controlled breath, he pulls his eyes back to the mirrors. As I touch and explore the most sensitive parts of him, he twitches in every direction, effectively screwing himself further on the dildo. I take the curve of my nail and trace a vein running in his wing. Fibers in his muscles seize.

In the mirror, I can see the cuff working nicely. His chest is coated in sweat and it takes all my strength to not run my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base of his throat. Instead, I continue to tease his wings.

Azriel has this one specific spot right at the base of his wing that drives him insane. The moment I begin to move my hand, he begins to moan uncontrollably. He begs and whines and begs again for me to make him come.

“Are you watching yourself, baby?” I ask, locking eyes with him in the mirror. When he nods, eyes cast down at his body, I stroke his wing. Twice. And tears spill down his face.

“F-Fuck Yn I need to cum. I need to cum, fuck PLEASE let me cum please please please,” Azriel chants like I’m a long forgotten god. As if I would be able to grant all his wishes and desires. And it fills me with a fire I’ve never felt before.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Azriel. Go ahead. You can cum, let go.”

The second I gave him permission, he came. His whole body convulsed with the force. His legs and torso shivered, ecstasy pouring out of him with every whine and curse.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” he mewls, watching his cum slide down his cock, spreading over his thighs. The cuff keeps vibrating, drawing out his pleasure. “Turn it off turn it off turn it off-”

“Don’t you wanna see how far you can go? You look so pretty when you cum, I could keep watching you forever, my dear. Why don’t you do it again, okay? You’ve earned it, go ahead and cum for me, just once more.”

His whole body is flush, the same beautiful color as his aching cock. He strains against the ropes and for a minute I think he’s going to break free. But he falls slack, a steady wave of whimpers as the cuff continues to drain him. The flow of it never stops.

After a few more seconds to enjoy the show for myself, I turn off the vibrator. I gently slide it off, the majority of his seed landing on my fingers. I make a bog show of licking it off for him.

Azriel is lost in his mind somewhere when I begin to undo the ropes. I massage his shoulders, working blood back into his extremities.

“You did such an amazing job, my love. I am so proud of you, I hope you had as good of a time as I did.”

Azriel stayed quiet, but he nodded his head, gulping down air. He was shaking, but judging by the way the bond felt, he felt nothing but euphoria. I had done exactly what I was asked, and he loved it.

While I kneaded his shoulders, kissing up and down his back, he recovered. While I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a fully grown Illyrian warrior and carry him to the bathroom. Currently, he’s in no condition to move under his own volition, so we’ll take our time until his strength is restored.

“I love you so much, Az. My beautiful, strong mate. You did such a good job, such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, a lazy smile on his lips. “Love being your good boy.”

“You are, you did so fucking good Azriel. It was so hot watching you cum like that,” I smiled, kissing his forehead, then his lips when he pursed them to me. “Feeling good enough to get to the bathroom? The tub is waiting, ready for you.”

My mate nodded, “Only if you’ll come in with me.”

Giggling, I slung his arm over my shoulder. “Of course I will. Stand up slowly, take your time. I’ve got you.”

With a few hisses as he stood up off the chair, wings splaying out to help him keep his balance, I guided him to the bathroom. He could stand just… not super well. We stumbled, but made it to the tub in one piece. I left him to climb in as I stripped, adding some salts to the bath.

“I don’t care about that, just get in, my love.”

Illyrians, not known for their extended patience, but they are known for their incredible brutality and bravery.

As well as their wingspans.

Before he could yank me in with my clothes on, I swept them away with a flick of my hand and climbed in. Azriel guided me to sit in his lap, face to face. His warm, scar-flecked hands caressed my body. It wasn’t in a particularly sexual manner, but I was far too turned on to not let a whimper slip. But he didn’t smirk or crack a teasing joke, he just continued to roam my body.

It seemed to calm him, the edges of ecstasy fading away from the bond one strand at a time. His heart rate slowed and that glaze over his eyes faded away.

“Feeling okay?” I asked, stroking my hands up and around the tattoos on his shoulders and chest.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Just… wow. My body feels so tingly.”

“Now you know how I feel when you make me cum multiple times.”

Azriel smiled, sending my heart tumbling in my chest. “Guess I should be a bit more gracious with you, shouldn’t I? Considering now you have what you need to retaliate.”

“I think you’d like it if I retaliated,” I grin. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Good time? I’ve never felt so satisfied in my whole life. Thank you for giving me that experience.”

I smiled so wide it hurt. “Of course, my shadow. But the next time you want to have a ‘new experience’, don’t hesitate to wait so long to tell me.”

“I promise,” Azriel whispers, cupping both sides of my face with his hands. Our foreheads lean in together. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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parkerslatte · 6 months

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14 and 45 with azriel and it’s really fluffy! Thanks and congratulations 🎉🎉

A/N: tysm for your request! I hope you enjoy :)

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Drunken Kisses

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Summary: It is Azriel’s birthday and Y/N originally wouldn’t be able to spend the day with him. The Inner Circle take him to Rita’s and he gets extremely drunk and Y/N surprises him.

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Azriel rarely got drunk, at least to the point of losing control of his body. He didn’t mind getting tipsy from time to time but he could simply have a good time being surrounded by his family. However as Cassian placed another drink in front of him, one that would surely tip him over that edge of being drunk to the point of memory loss, Azriel missed the one person who should have been sitting by his side.

“Where is Y/N?” Azriel slurred as he sipped his drink. “It’s my birthday, she should be here.”

Amused looks were passed throughout the Inner Circle as Azriel pouted. Y/N had been away at the Summer Court for nearly two months now but Azriel felt like it had been a lot longer. From the moment Y/N went away, Azriel missed her. Ever since the two had gotten together nearly ten years ago, they hadn’t spent too much time apart.

“I miss her so much,” he whined. “She has never been gone this long before.”

“She’s only been gone two months Az,” Cassian said. “I thought you were meant to be the patient one.”

“I am,” Azriel protested. “But I miss her.” Azriel finished his drink. There was a silent communication within the group to not give the shadowsinger another drink.

Cassian clapped a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “It’s your birthday, put a smile on your face!”

Azriel shook his head. “I’ll only put a smile on my face if Y/N sits next to me right now.”

Azriel folded his arms across his chest. His heart hurt from being away from Y/N. When Rhys had sent her to the Summer Court, he begged him to go with her. Rhys refused, Azriel had his own work that he needed to focus on. The day Y/N left, Azriel was the one to bring her to the Summer Court. As soon as they arrived, Azriel refused to let go of her. His arms remained around her waist as he buried his head into the crook of her neck.

“Please come back with me,” Azriel mumbled into her hair.

Y/N hugged him tighter. “I can’t, my love. I have to do my job. I wish I could.”

“I will miss you,” Azriel said, resting his forehead against hers.

“I will miss you too,” Y/N said, pressing a kiss against his lips.

Azriel was ripped out of his own memory as he felt someone sit next to him. He took no interest in who it was as he stared at the empty glass in front of him. Azriel never thought it was possible to miss someone this much. The constant pain in his chest from their separation was something he never wished to experience again.

“Az, there’s someone who is trying to get your attention,” Feyre said, looking between the shadowsinger and the new presence that had joined their table.

“I’m not interested,” Azriel grumbled. “If it’s not Y/N, then I don’t care.”

“Then maybe you should actually look for yourself, brother,” Cassian replied.

As Azriel finally raised his gaze from the empty glass he looked at each face of his family who were simply staring at him in amusement. His gaze drifted around the circle until they landed on the one person he had been talking about all night.

A goofy smile appeared on Azriel’s face as he looked at Y/N. “You’re here!”

Y/N smiled at her mate, as he reached out to her. She simply moved until she was close enough for him to pull her onto his lap.

“I missed you so much, my love,” Y/N mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday.”

Azriel’s head nuzzled into her neck as he breathed in her scent. “I love you. Don’t ever leave again.” His words were slurred and quiet.

With one hand, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair and with her other hand she gently stroked his cheek.

“When did you get back, Y/N?” Feyre asked, sipping her drink.

“Only an hour ago,” Y/N responded. “I asked Rhys where all of you were.”

Azriel hugged Y/N closer to him and began to press small kisses against her neck. Y/N simply smiled.

“Can we go home?” Azriel asked, his lips grazing her ear. “I wanna kiss you so badly. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

Once she pulled away, Azriel pouted. “I wanted to kiss your lips.”

From beside Azriel and Y/N, Cassian laughed. “It’d be best to take him home, Y/N. He’s been like this all night.”

Azriel hand caresses Y/N’s thigh as he begins to pepper kisses across her jaw, completely ignoring Cassian. Y/N intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand gently.

“Let’s go home,” Azriel begged.

Y/N turned back to him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Azriel practically melted. His mind was solely focussed on Y/N. As her lips pulled away from his, Azriel whined.

“Come on, let’s go,” Y/N said, slipping from his lap.

Azriel jumped up from his seat, swaying on his feet as the room spun around him.

“Good luck, Y/N,” Cassian commented.

Y/N shoved him playfully as she walked past him. “I will see you all tomorrow.”

“Not likely,” Cassian said. “You’ve been gone two months, I’m sure Azriel will keep you within your bed all day tomorrow.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you all whenever then.”

Azriel gripped onto her hand and tugged her to him. Y/N waved back at her family before being pulled out into the night air. There weren’t many people on the streets, many being home or in the many different bars and pubs in Velaris.

The couple hadn’t even made it far enough away for the music to be completely inaudible before Azriel pulled Y/N into his arms. Y/N let out a noise of surprise before wrapping her arms around him.

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” Azriel muttered. His wings encased the two of them, giving them more privacy. “It- it hurts to be away from you.”

Y/N pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheeks. His hazel eyes bore into hers. “It hurt me too, Az. I thought about you every single day.”

“I felt it,” Azriel said, placing a hand over his heart. “I felt all the love you would send my way.”

Y/N rested her forehead against his. “Well I needed to remind you how loved you are.”

A large smile spread across his face before he was surging forward and captured her lips with his own. In his drunken state, he stumbled as he threw himself off balance. Pulling away with a laugh, Y/N rested her hands on his shoulders. “Let’s get back home. We can do all the kissing you want.”

Azriel’s face brightened. “Really? What about anything else?” Y/N rolled her eyes at her insatiable mate. “We can focus on that tomorrow and when you are sober.”

Azriel huffed. “Fine.”

Y/N giggled and wrapped him in one final hug. Azriel had never felt such love before and as soon as he met Y/N, he never wanted to live in a world without it. Every single touch sent his senses into overdrive. He was normally one who could control his emotions well but he could never control them around Y/N. She could always tell exactly what he was feeling at any point. To Azriel, Y/N was his home. Wherever she was, it was where he wanted to be.

“Your hugs feel like home,” Azriel said. “You feel like home.”

Y/N only held onto him tighter, a feeling of warmth coursing down the bond and Azriel smiled. I deserve this, Azriel thought. I really deserve this.

“I know you said that I feel like home,” Y/N began, “but can we go to our actual home? It is getting quite cold out and we can go and cosy up by the fire and you will get all of the kisses you want.”

Azriel pulled away and smiled. The smile only Y/N saw. “Then let’s go home, I only wish to be with you all night.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “Happy birthday, Az.”

“You are the greatest gift I have ever received,” Azriel responded, intertwining their fingers together.

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Happy Birthday, High Lord!

Summary - You and Lucien pulled all the stops for Tamlin's birthday this year. Now you just have to hope your mate appreciates it.

Warnings - sexual jokes and innuendos, implied possible smut at the end

Prompt - Day 6 - Celebration

A/n - Happy @polyacotarweek day 6! I'm not super happy with this one. I probably would have been had I added the smut at the end, but I wanted my trouple to be wholesome instead.

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“Meticulous.” Whenever someone asked Tamlin and Lucien to describe you, that was the first word that came to mind.

“Blabbermouth” would be the next thing. It wasn't that you couldn't keep secrets in general. It was that you struggled to keep secrets from them from Lucien and Tamlin.

Lucien kept a straight face, the string connected to you pulled tight as Tamlin stared you down, green eyes sparkling with joy. “Tell me, petal.”

They both burst into laughter as you shoved a muffin into your mouth, then pointed and shook your head. “Just take her for a ride, Tamlin.”

“I will let her ride whenever she wants. I just want to know why we are going out for the day while you stay here.”

Lucien sighed. “Just take her out.” You continued chewing, blinking at the two of them every so often. “Or else I will just ride you, and we can go out.”

You glared at him as he smirked before shaking your head and pouting at Tamlin. You and Lucien knew Tamlin like the backs of your hands, and when he opened his mouth, you knew the two of you had played him like a fiddle. “Just for pouting, Lucien and I will head to town. You can stay here.”

Lucien tugged the bond twice as you continued the act, sending his love your way as the two of them stood. Lucien was the first to kiss you. He always would be. The kiss was gentle and warm before he then kissed your forehead with a quickly returned “I love you.”

Tamlin always kissed you last. You were their's, yes, but you had been his first, and he had risked everything to protect you from Amarantha and Hybern. It had taken so long for you two to find each other again that he had almost lost hope.

His hands rested on your cheeks as he pulled you in, soft lips fitting to yours like a puzzle. “Be good.”

“I will. I promise.”

“I love you, little rose.”

“I love you,” you refused to add the “too”. You always did with both of them. You didn't love them just because they loved you. You loved them because you genuinely did. You waited for Lucien to give the signal, the bond tugging one last time before getting to work.

The Manor was eerily silent when Lucien and Tamlin returned hours later. The faelights had been turned off, and the servant's area was even silent. Tamlin was immediately on edge, and Lucien led them in. You were nowhere to be found. “Maybe the ballroom?”

“She wanted to redecorate it. Maybe she is planning.” Lucien led Tamlin that way, hiding his smile the best he could. He mentally counted the years to himself, 55 years. They had not celebrated Tam's birthday in 55 years.

Lucien pushed open the large rosewood door, allowing Tamlin in and watching as his face fell and you dropped the sound ward. Inside, a lively party was beginning.

Tarquin was standing next to you and waved. Helion was laughing with Thesan in the corner. Fae were dancing and laughing in all directions. Every high lord and their respective circle had come, all excited to finally be welcomed into the newly repaired Spring.

“Happy birthday, Tam,” Lucien looked at him. “Aren't you happy I demanded you dress nicely for our date now? Oh look, there's Feyre, you could go tell her that her hair looks clean.” The mentioned female waves from where she was spinning Nyx, smile bright as Rhysand watched and laughed. The Lord of Night nodded to Tamlin. While their relationship had not been 100% fixed, it had at least become civil.

Tamlin was shocked. Standing there with his eyes wide. “How?”

Lucien shrugged and inclined his head to you. “She's magic.”

You and Lucien had ensured everything was perfect. His closest friends and repaired relationships were all there. His favorite cake sat on a table waiting for him. The two of them took their places at your side, smiling and greeting their guests and friends as they watched you receive constant praise at the party. Lucien held your hand as Tamlin kept an arm around your waist, keeping you both close to him.

He had not expected this. Tamlin had expected a small dinner with the three of you, possibly a gift from you, and a verbal sparring match from Lucien, but this was above all expectations. He couldn't help but smile all night, hand staying in its place on your hip while his other would go from being free to touching Lucien.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek as the night started to close down and guests turned to their respective rooms. “Did you have a happy birthday?”

You both looked to where Lucien and Eris were having an animated discussion regarding foxes versus the newly crowded Autumn Lord's precious hounds. “I did. The weather was beautiful. Lucien and I got to enjoy the market. We laid out in the flower field. Had a lovely dinner. And then I come home to all of this. It must have taken you hours to plan this.”

“A few days.”

“I don't deserve it.”

“I have two beautiful and loving mates ensuring I do that.”

“You deserve the world. You are not that male anymore. You have healed, and you have found closure. Think of this birthday as a new beginning. Permission to move on."

Your lip twitched up, “The red-haired male is definitely the prettiest.”

“Easily.”

“We should do something about it.”

Tamlin smirked. “I have a few things in mind. They are not appropriate for the present company, though.”

“Ah, so we're going to fuck him.”

“Another night, maybe. Some pretty female offered to ride me earlier. I'd like to take her up on that.” You felt Tamlin tug both sides of the bond, excusing you both to retire for the night and informing Lucien of where to find you both. “If she'd still like to that is.”

Your eyes had already gone slightly hazed, fingers intertwining more with his. “Yes please.”

“Then I've had the perfect birthday. A date with my husband. Sex with my wife. A party. What more could a simple high lord ask for.”

“A threesome!” A familiar voice appeared next to you, smile bright and voice breathless. “A birthday threesome.”

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