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duskandcobalt · 7 months

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DRESS

Elain buys a dress with the sole intention of getting Azriel to take it off of her. Antics ensue. Things get slutty.

Based on Taylor Swift's 'Dress'. 6.1k words?? lmao

The second instalment in my Inspired by Music One-Shot Series :)

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Shameless smut, baby babyyyy! (18+ pls)

Taylor Swift, I'm so sorry I used your song to write about Elain and Azriel getting down and dirty but that's just how life goes.

Elain knew her plan had worked when those hazel eyes surreptitiously slid over her body for the fifth time that night.

No one else would’ve noticed the way Azriel drank her in, his eyes lingering for only a couple beats before his attention was back on the conversation at hand. But Elain noticed each and every time - felt the heat of his gaze seep through her, warming her very blood. She could almost feel the way his hands would trace over her curves if they were alone in this room, if he could lay her out on this table and take her the way she so desperately craved.

They were always careful - allowed themselves polite niceties and friendly smiles so as to maintain some level of normalcy but that was it, that was all they’d let their friends and family see.

The heated glances, the stolen touches when no one else was paying attention - that was just for them. The time they had begun spending away from the others, in his room or hers, shrouded in his shadows to mask sounds and scent - that too, was theirs alone.

But tonight, there was something different in the air between them. Something more intense.

This was dangerous territory and Elain was walking a very, very fine line.

…

It all started a week ago when she’d gone shopping with Nesta and had stumbled upon a dress. Elain had circled back to it three times as she paced the shop floor, tracing her finger over the delicate fabric before Nesta was at her side. “Just try it on, for Cauldron’s sake.”

“You don’t think it’s too… much ?” Elain questioned, nose wrinkling as she turned to face her older sister.

“I think you could pull it off.” Nesta shrugged, pulling it from the rack and handing it to Elain. Before Elain could argue back, the shopkeeper seemingly appeared from thin air to lead her towards a fitting room at the back of the small store.

Elain blushed as she turned towards the mirror and took in her reflection.

The dress was stunning, different to what she usually wore but it somehow still felt like her. It wasn’t anything that would raise eyebrows in the Night Court but it was certainly something that she never would’ve even considered wearing as a human. Would’ve thought it to be entirely too scandalous.

The sleeves were crafted from a delicate lace that clung to her arms, the corset of the top scooped much lower than she was used to and the way it was structured pushed her breasts right up, supporting them in a way that made her cleavage appear rounder and firmer than she’d ever thought possible. The bodice underneath the cups of the corset was sheer and fabricated from the same lace as the sleeves, hinting at the skin of her rib cage, the small of her waist. From there, the skirt of the dress fell all the way to the floor. The exquisite silk was cut close to her body and draped across her hips in a way that highlighted her generous, soft curves.

The cherry on top, the reason it had caught her eye in the first place, was that the garment just so happened to be the exact shade of the siphons that graced her lover’s body.

It was this last factor, coupled with the image of those siphoned hands undoing the laces at the back of the corset, that had her swallowing her nerves and walking out of the store with a new gown in hand.

She hung it carefully in her wardrobe and every single time she looked at it for that entire week, every time she touched the cobalt blue fabric, Elain saw his face. Imagined how her Shadowsinger would react to seeing her in it. Over the days, those little daydreams formulated into a full blown plan in her head for exactly how she wanted the night to end when she wore it to family dinner that weekend.

What Elain failed to remember, however, is that when he saw her, they wouldn’t be alone. So while her sisters and friends all complimented her new dress, all she got that night when Azriel walked in the house and finally got his first glimpse of her, was a slight widening of his eyes and the quickest flash of his perfect teeth as they raked over his bottom lip.

It wasn’t quite what she’d imagined but it was enough to ignite a spark in her.

To make her brazen.

To make her want to play.

Elain squared her shoulders and enacted her plan - made sure to walk slowly and swish her hips a little more than usual. Made sure her backside just barely brushed against his finely tailored black slacks as she passed between him and Cassian on her way to her seat. She strategically sat across from him, purposefully stood and leaned over the table to reach for a dish - presenting him with a clear view down the top of her new dress.

She knew he had picked up on the game she was playing but she also knew how fiercely competitive Azriel could be. So stubborn that he refused to give her any more than those split second searing gazes that were driving her crazy. Gazes that had her pining for more, desperate for his attention.

She’d have to play dirty to get the reaction she wanted.

…

All rational thought evaded her as she decided to push him further.

Elain held back a grin as she slid a foot out of her slipper, sinking lower into her chair feigning being so full that she couldn’t possibly sit upright any longer. She extended her leg until her toes found their target… and then she watched, utterly delighted, as Azriel froze at the slow drag of her bare foot up his calf.

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t dare look at her, as she continued moving up, her foot grazing his knee, traveling higher and higher up his muscled thigh until she pressed gently against the front of his trousers. The corner of her mouth curved up when she felt just how efficiently her plan tonight had worked because despite his cool demeanor, every hard inch of him strained against the expensive fabric of his pants.

Before she could make her next move, two things happened in rapid succession.

First, Azriel’s hand wrapped firmly around her foot, his thumb pressing hard into the arch of it.

A half a second later, the unmistakable scent of his arousal flooded the dining room. His control on his shadows seemingly faltering enough that they no longer concealed his scent.

“What the fuck , man?” Cassian groaned, setting down the forkful of mashed potatoes that had been halfway to his mouth. He turned to face the Shadowsinger, a scowl on his face.

“The food isn’t that good, Azriel.” Mor added, chuckling behind her wine glass.

Every eye was on Azriel - everyone waiting for an explanation, pure amusement written on each of their beautiful faces. Everyone except Rhysand, whose eyes were fixed on Elain instead.

She quickly wiped the smirk off her face and willed her cheeks not to brighten, schooling her expression into one of indifference as she looked away from her brother-in-law. She couldn’t give him reason to suspect anything was going on between herself and Azriel, not when she knew very well that he was the reason they’d been sneaking around in the first place. It was all very hard to do when she was still keenly aware of Azriel’s hand wrapped around her foot, his thumb now tracing the sensitive arch. He knew how ticklish she was.

“You’re one to talk, Cassian. Do you want me to tell everyone what was going on in the dining room at the House of Wind during Nesta’s probation period?” Azriel rolled his eyes, no hint of what was going on under the table in his expression. No hint of embarrassment or shame anywhere to be seen as he cracked a joke.

A distraction tactic… and a very effective one at that. Laughter filled the room.

“Leave me out of this.” Nesta cut in, eyes glimmering as she peaked at Cassian who was looking back at her, a sly grin replacing his scowl as they both recalled whatever had happened at the House of Wind.

Based on the way their scents were now mixing with Azriel’s, Elain wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Oh my god.” Feyre chimed in from the head of the table once the scent of Nesta and Cassian floated over to her. Her head fell into her hands. “What the hell is going on tonight?!”

Every eye previously on Azriel turned to Feyre, all of them giving her the same look - one that conveyed that she should be the last to complain.

How many times had they all been subjected to the scent of her and Rhys over the past few years?

“Okay, okay.” She blushed, immediately catching on. “Forget I said anything.”

That was the distraction needed for Rhys to finally look away from Elain, his inquisitive gaze softening as he gave Feyre a cunning smile.

“This isn’t the first time someone’s gotten worked up at dinner and it won’t be the last.” Amren said finally, twisting a ruby ring around her finger. “Let’s just all say a prayer for whichever of his many secret lovers is on Azriel’s mind tonight. Mother only knows what he has in store for them.” “My money’s on that female from Day Court - she couldn’t take her eyes off of him the last time we were there.” Cassian spoke up, pure mischief in his eyes.

“I bet it’s one of the priestesses from training. I’ve heard the things they say about him when they think I’m not listening.” Mor argued.

“Oh!” Nesta exclaimed. “Cass mentioned something about two friends that look like twins in Winter Court… or maybe there were actually twins… are you partial to taking two people to bed at once, Az?”

Elain considered throwing a fork at her sister.

On and on it went, every one chiming in on which secret lover was the object of Azriel’s desire tonight along with speculations about what exactly he’d be doing to them.

Elain burned with jealousy, trying hard not to picture all of these mystery females that her male was supposedly seeing. But while she sat with the smallest hint of a frown on her lips, Azriel was smiling and laughing as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Asshole.

Elain pulled her foot out of his grasp, slid it back into her shoe and then abruptly stood and made her way to the kitchen. She’d heard enough.

She was midway through angrily wiping down the kitchen benchtop when a shadow twisted up her arm, floating along her shoulder before caressing her ear.

Jealous, my love?

Elain huffed, scrubbing the already spotless benchtop with even more fervor.

She tries to ignore the message from the mischievous little shadow but then it leaves her ear, trails down her throat and drifts across her breasts.

She brushes it away, her scalp tingling at that phantom touch. “Tell your master his presence is required in my room after dinner.”

…

Elain stares at the door of her bedroom for what feels like hours waiting for the handle to twist, waiting for the object of her jealousy, the object of her desire, to walk in. In reality, it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes since everyone had either left the house or gone off to their own rooms. She’s just about to surrender herself to the fact that maybe he wouldn’t come, that she’d done all of this for nothing, when a mass of shadows slides under her door and stops in a cloud just two small steps away from her feet.

One shadow escapes from the huddle, trailing up her body just as before until it’s by her ear.

Come.

She knew immediately what she was being asked to do and a shiver of excitement coursed through her even as she hesitated. She’d only done this once before, Truth Teller firmly in her grasp as Azriel’s shadows carried her to put an end to the King of Hybern.

Elain took a deep breath, steeling herself before she stepped forward into the gathering of shadows.

Icy air drew chills from her body as her stomach plunged, the sensation of falling through space overtaking her as everything went black. She supposed this would’ve been terrifying if she didn’t trust him so innately.

She fell for just a few moments before her slippered feet landed on a plush rug. The darkness faded, the shadows leaving her to slip back to the Spymaster that was standing across the room from her.

Elain didn’t look at him for longer than it took to acknowledge that he was in fact there before her eyes scanned her new location.

The room was just a bit smaller than her own bedchamber - the view from the window to the left of her hinted that they were on the third or fourth floor of a building overlooking the river.

It was too well kept to be a room in an inn. Perhaps an apartment?

The space was sparse - a large simple bed covered in soft white linen, a tall mirror, an armchair, and a wardrobe were the only pieces of furniture. There were no decorative items, nothing to hint that anyone actually occupied the space.

When Elain finally gave in and looked at Azriel, he was staring right back at her. She knew he would be - her skin may as well have been on fire with the way she was burning under his gaze.

“Is this where you bring all your lovers?” She broke the silence. She kept her voice steady, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing a single ounce of what she actually felt. Even the way she stood, completely relaxed, feigned indifference.

Azriel chuckled, slowly crossing the room until he stood inches from her. “Just the one.”

She swallowed, her heart thumping in her chest. He was so close and the way he was looking at her… all she wanted was to touch him. But she couldn’t give in. Not yet. She refused to make it so easy for him.

“What game is this, Elain?” She could feel the bass of his voice in her bones. Both hated and loved the way her world stopped whenever he said her name like that.

Elain couldn’t take it. Two more seconds of this searing eye contact and she wouldn’t be able to hold back. Wouldn’t be able to stop from falling to her knees and reaching for his belt.

“Where are we?” She ignored his question.

“Investment property.” Azriel shrugged as if it was nothing, as if he had more important things to discuss. “In between tenants at the moment so I thought we could take advantage.”

The mischievous look he gave her while his thumb grazed his lower lip made her head spin.

She tore her gaze away from those lips and turned away from him, found the mirror across the bed and walked towards it. Watched through the reflection the way his eyes shamelessly fell to her backside.

“Do you like my dress?” She skimmed her hands innocently down the sheer corset covering her waist, over the swell of her hips.

She knew his weaknesses - knew that he had a particular soft spot for the generous curves of her thighs, her ass.

“I think you know I do.” Azriel’s eyes darkened as they followed the path her fingers traced over her body. She’s sure he marks the slight tremble in her hands. The physical manifestation of her anticipation.

“Do I? You never said anything… even Cassian said I looked ravishing.” Elain smirks at the flash of jealousy that appears on his face for a split second at the mention of his brother’s name.

“I thought you felt just how much I liked your dress when you pulled your little stunt at dinner.” He gives her a pointed look before his eyes slowly rake over her. He takes his time surveying every little detail, something he didn’t have the leisure of doing before.

Azriel steps forward until he’s right behind her, placing his hands on her hips, over her own hands. He leans down until his lips are at her ear. “You are devastating, Elain. Absolutely, devastatingly beautiful.”

Elain’s eyes flutter shut as she leans back into him until her head falls gently against his chest, breathing deeply as she tries to remember what her plan had been.

“I bought it for you, you know.” The words leave her in a whisper as his lips ghost over her neck.

“Is that so?” He straightens, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“It’s the same colour as your siphons.” Elain pulls her hands from under his to trace the glowing cobalt siphons strapped to his wrists.

“And when I tried it on, I pictured your siphons… your hands…” Her fingers delicately run over the raised scars on his hands. Scars that he once couldn’t bear to look at until she came along and called them beautiful. “I thought of how much I wanted you to take this dress off of me at the end of the night.”

Elain hears him groan. Feels the way that groan rumbles through his chest. Relishes in the way his cock hardens against her lower back when he presses his hips against her.

She bites down on her lower lip, holding back a moan of her own at the feeling.

“Take it off me, Azriel.”

Elain thought he’d make quick work of getting her out of the dress once those words had left her lips but she should’ve known better. Should’ve known this little game between them wasn’t anywhere near over.

Azriel’s hands move at a glacial pace.

They drift from her hips up to her waist, fingertips skimming over the sheer lace of the corset, over the sensitive skin of her ribcage

She shivers as his thumb brushes over a spot right in between her ribs, on her sternum. Over the dark violet mark on her otherwise pale skin.

“I could see this the entire night which means everyone else could too.” Azriel remarks, his eyes still on hers.

She’d been aware of this - that this secret mark was visible even through her dress. The visual evidence of exactly where his lips and tongue had been a week ago on display for all to see. It should’ve been gone by now, with her quick healing skin. But Elain had taken to pressing her own fingers against the mark each night since, pain fading into pleasure as she recalled just how she’d come by it in the first place. She wanted that indentation of him on her skin forever.

“Seems like you were determined to take all sorts of risks tonight.” He whispers into her hair as his hands continue to travel up until they’re over the cups of the corset. One finger traces where the structured silk neckline meets the tender skin of her breasts before his large fingers splay over her, squeezing gently. His thumbs drag over peaked nipples and then his hands are gone from her entirely - leaving her heavy and aching.

She opens her mouth to protest when he takes half a step back but then his hands are back on her. One hand caressing the back of her neck before moving down the bare skin at the top of her spine. The other hand finds its home on the curve of her backside where he squeezes. Hard.

Then finally, finally , his hands meet at the small of her back, where the ribbons of her corset had been tied into a neat bow.

Azriel’s head dips down - his lips settle at the junction of her jaw and neck as he tugs on the ribbon, undoes the bow.

He does it all with careful attention, delicately uncrossing and pulling ribbon from grommets, his fingertips and knuckles leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever they graze her bare back.

“Let’s see what’s underneath this dress, shall we?” He mutters against her jaw, his eyes once again meeting hers.

He says it like it’s the first time. As if he’s never seen her undressed before. As if he hasn’t studied every part of her body in intimate detail time and time again.

Azriel pulls the sides of the corset apart, runs his hands up her back to meet where the sleeves start at the very corner of her shoulders and then he slowly pulls them down her arms. Elain’s breath hitches. The sensation of cool air hitting her overheated skin with each bit of her that he reveals is almost too much to bear.

When he helps her slip her arms out of the sleeves, when the top of the dress falls to her waist, her breasts dropping back to their natural position - no longer held up by the structured boning - she glances at him. The slightest bit of insecurity settles in her stomach at the difference between how her breasts had looked a second ago to how they look now. Without the corset they settle into a bell shape, the roundness of them more evident at the bottom of her breasts than the top.

There’s no disappointment in Azriel’s expression, however - nothing but clear want and need as his thumbs trace the heavy curve of her lower breasts before coming up to run around and over her rosy nipples.

When his hands leave her breasts to travel down, to push her dress off completely, she stops him. Turns in his arms and places a hand on his chest, walks him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Azriel takes her cue, sits down with his legs spread and reaches to pull her in between them. She evades his grasp.

“Elain.” The warning tone in his voice makes her core clench.

Elain fumbles to keep a grasp on the confidence she needs to proceed with the next part of her plan for the night instead of just giving in and letting him have his way with her. She’s pushing his patience but losing her own in the process.

“Azriel.” She sings his name, taunting him. “Did you really think I’d just let you have me so easily? After I had to listen to everyone talk about all your lovers? All the things you’ve done with them?”

Elain takes in a shaky breath as her fingers clutch the fabric still settled at her waist, easing it down around her hips.

“Maybe I should’ve told them about all the things we do. All the things you do to sweet, innocent Elain when we’re alone.” She watches him closely as her dress falls to the floor in a heap. “Maybe I should’ve told them just how much sweet, innocent Elain wanted you to bend her over the table and take her right then and there.”

Azriel's eyes darken at her words, his pupils completely blown. But his eyes aren’t on her face anymore. They aren’t on her breasts. No… they’re focused solely on the small scrap of satin covering her sex. The underwear that’s the exact same shade of blue as her dress, as his siphons. Except for the slightly darker patch of blue right in between her thighs, where the proof of her arousal has dampened the delicate fabric.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Azriel chokes out, his hands ball into his fists on his lap as if it’s taking every ounce of his strength to not touch her.

“What?” Elain bites her lip as she toys with the tiny little peach coloured bow on the waistband of her cobalt underwear. “You said you wanted to see what was under my dress… don’t you like your surprise?”

“If I’d known those were hiding under there, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from fucking you on that dining table… whether anyone was there to see or not.” Azriel presses his palms into his thighs. “Come here.”

“Not yet, Az.” She shakes her head even if it kills her to do so.

“Haven’t you drawn this out long enough?” Azriel stands, walks to her, but stops just a couple feet short. “ Come . Here .”

Elain laughs.

He's still not getting it. Still not backing down.

“I should really make you beg.” She raises an eyebrow, spelling out exactly what she wants before turning and walking back towards the mirror.

Just as before, his eyes fall to her ass. At how little of it her underwear covers.

Elain stops in front of the mirror and carefully undoes her hair. It cascades down her back, so long that the ends stop just a few inches above the small of her back. She trails a hand down her body, over that mark on her sternum, in between her legs. Azriel goes rigid as he watches two of her fingers trace over the wet patch of satin.

Elain’s eyes flutter shut. “I should really make you watch as I make myself come.”

When she opens her eyes again, Azriel isn’t where she left him. He’s directly behind her. Wings flared out to their full wingspan. And he’s on his knees.

“What are you - ?” Elain turns quickly to face him, looking down at him as Azriel looks up at her through his long, dark lashes.

His eyes glimmer with challenge even as he’s kneeling before her.

“You told me to beg.” He says simply, voice dark. “I’m begging.”

Elain whimpers as Azriel’s hands trace up her legs until they find their place high on the back of her thighs. “Let me taste you, Elain.”

Her hands land in his hair, clutching the strands as he bows lower and places a kiss just above each of her knees. “Please let me taste you.”

He kisses higher, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Please let me make you come on my tongue.” His breath is hot, directly over where she’s ready and waiting for him.

She can barely stand still any longer. All she wants is his mouth on her.

“Do it.”

The words are barely out of her mouth when Azriel’s tongue presses flat to her center, over her underwear. The slide of his tongue over the fabric creates the most sensational friction that her knees threaten to buckle.

Hours… Days… How long has she been imagining this very moment?

Azriel pulls her towards him to keep her upright, fingers digging into the back of her thighs so hard that she knows there’ll be marks left when he’s done. The thought of that makes her smile.

He makes no move to take her underwear off, only pushes the satin to the side before his mouth is directly on her. His nose brushes her clit, his tongue is at her entrance, and Elain is lost to the world.

Azriel is well practiced in getting what he wants out of her and the anticipation that’s been building all evening, all week, has heightened every single touch. Long, languid swipes of his tongue, a finger stroking that specific spot inside her with just the right pressure, and a gentle run of his teeth over her clit is all it takes before she’s falling apart quicker than either of them would’ve thought possible.

His mouth stays on her throughout it all, his tongue deep inside her as he takes everything she’s willing to give him. Her hands pull at his hair, his scalp tingles. He wants to live here, between her thighs forever. Every bit of him is consumed by the feel, the smell, the taste of her.

Azriel catches her when her knees actually do give out and she’s unable to hold herself up any longer. He pulls her down to him, wraps her in his arms, strokes her hair. Then once she’s finally caught her breath, when she looks up at him with that blissful expression, he gives her a look that has her heart pounding all over again.

“Hands and knees.” He demands, pulling away from her to stand up. “Face the mirror.”

Elain stares at him for a second before doing exactly as he asked. Shifts shakily until she’s on all fours.

“Did you think I’d let you…” Azriel trails off for a second, momentarily distracted by the view in front of him. He unbuttons his shirt and slips it off his shoulders before continuing. “Did you really think you could tease me all night long and get away with it?”

She looks at him over her shoulder. Takes in the glorious sight of him. All his golden skin and dark tattoos and the occasional scar. She presses her thighs together at the sight of him removing his belt, his trousers. Her mouth waters when his fingers wrap around his cock.

He walks around her, fist sliding down his length over and over again, until he’s standing in between her and the mirror. His other hand grasps her chin, tilts her face up to look at him.

“Open.” He keeps his hand on her jaw as she obeys, her lips parting to let him guide himself into her waiting mouth.

Azriel bites back a moan as she takes his cock. He goes slow at first, pulling out and going back in another inch deeper each time until she’s taking the full length of him in one go. When he pulls out the next time, he pauses for just a second to gather her hair in a fist at the nape of her neck, and then he’s back in her mouth, her nose bumping against his lower stomach with each thrust of him into her mouth and down her throat.

“Eyes on me.” His hand taps her cheek the second her eyelids start to close. Elain forces them back open, eyebrows pulling together as she focuses on breathing through her nose, on relaxing her throat enough to take him the way she knows he likes.

Elain loves this. Loves when he fucks her mouth like this. She loves knowing her voice will have a little rasp to it tomorrow because of it, because of him.

He keeps going until tears are running down her face, doesn’t stop until her nails press firmly into his thigh.

“Want you in me.” She gasps when he withdraws from her, gulping down air as she looks up at him.

Azriel nods, lets go of her hair and wipes the tears from under her eyes. He’s made an absolute mess of her.

Elain lowers her upper body to the rug, arches her back - presents herself to him. Wordlessly telling him how she wants him.

He settles behind her, adjusts her underwear until he can see where she’s unbelievably wet for him. So wet that her inner thighs are glistening with her arousal. He holds her open with one hand, drags his cock along her - the very tip of him bumping her clit once - before he lines himself up at her entrance.

Azriel fucks her cunt the same way he fucked her mouth. Slowly. Gives her one excruciating inch at a time until she’s stretched enough to take him completely. When he’s inside her fully for the first time, he lowers his body over hers. His back is pressed tight against hers, his lips are against her ear. “I’ve missed you.”

Elain is so overwhelmed from the fullness of him seated so deep inside her coupled with the heaviness of his body on top of hers that she almost weeps at the sincerity of his words.

I’ve missed you.

Not “I’ve missed being in you.”

Not “I’ve missed fucking you. ”

But “I’ve missed you.”

“I always miss you.” She replies, lets him hear the sincerity in her voice, too.

Azriel grips her throat, lifts her head up as he thrusts into her slow but precise. His hand is still around her throat when their eyes meet in the mirror. His chin is hooked on her shoulder. “Watch… watch as I fuck you. See how pretty you look when you take my cock.”

He picks up his pace, the sound of his hips hitting her ass echoes around the room louder and louder with each punishing thrust. Elain tries to hold back the noises that are coming out of her as he angles up, hitting that spot in her that he memorised long ago.

“Let it out, my love.” His teeth close around her earlobe. “There’s no one to hear you here. Just me.”

She’ll never get enough of him. Never tire of having him inside her. Each time is euphoric, the feeling of him stretching her, that blissful first few seconds of sweet pain as her body adjusts to the size of him before pure pleasure takes over. She can’t imagine ever going without this, without him.

“Azriel.” She whispers his name at first, fighting to keep her eyes open and on him. She doesn’t want to miss a moment either. “Azriel, Azriel, Azriel! ”

His name leaves her lips louder each time, the volume of her voice matching the intensity with which he takes her. She can see clearly how it’s affecting him, can see how close he is to finishing.

The image of them moving together, of him fucking her, has her right on the edge too.

“With me.” She begs. “Come with me. Come in me. Please.”

Her knees are burning, the friction of the rug underneath her taking its toll. The burn of it mimics the burn in her core. The release that’s just within her reach.

One more hard thrust is all it takes.

“Azriel.” She breathes as she comes apart. His grip on her throat tightens slightly and her eyes roll back at the lightheadedness that threatens to consume her as she pulses frantically around him.

“You’re the only one, Elain.” He mutters into her shoulder as he comes. His eyes are still fixed on her face as he fills her. “This is all for you.”

When he pulls out of her, when his hand drops from around her neck, when she feels him drip out of her and down her thighs, Elain whimpers at the emptiness she feels.

She’s barely aware of him sliding her underwear off of her and gathering her in his arms. Only vaguely hears the praise he’s whispering in her ear as he stands up, still holding her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He carries her into an adjoining bathing chamber, helps her into the bath that’s already waiting for them.

Azriel leans down over the tub, kisses her for the first time that night - for the first time in a week. It’s slow and sweet… almost chaste. The complete opposite of what they just did. Elain savours it, let’s it bring her back to this realm, reacquaints herself with the feel of his lips soft against hers.

“I’ll get us some wine.” He kisses the very corner of her mouth and then disappears for just a minute before he’s back with a bottle and two glasses. He hands her a glass as he climbs in and settles into the water to face her.

…

Two glasses of Rhys’ good faerie wine is all it takes before Elain is tipsy- wine spilling out of her glass and into the water as Azriel plants kisses all over her face. He can’t keep her hands off of her under the water, grasping and groping her hips, her thighs, her ass. If they keep on like this, there’s no chance she’d be making it home before the sun is up.

She plants a hand on his chest, playfully pushes him away. She can’t stop giggling.

“What’s so funny?” He smirks.

“Just…” She giggles as she blushes, suddenly shy. “Everyone thinks they know us, but they have no idea how… imagine if they had any idea we…”

“ Fuck? ” Azriel says it for her with a conspiratorial tone, lightly mocking her inability to get the word out herself. His hands grip her tighter as he pulls her on top of him. He draws his knees up and she gasps as the movement shifts her forward, over the hard length of him. “They’d probably think I corrupted you. If they only knew all the filthy things in that head of yours.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Elain coyly downs the rest of her wine, sets the glass down on the floor next to Azriel’s.

One more time, she tells herself.

Her hands move under the surface of the water, positioning him where she needs him before she lowers herself down. “I’m leaving after this.”

“Whatever you say, my love.” Azriel replies before his lips close around her breast.

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lunaduskxo · 8 months

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selenetargaryen · 6 days

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Wicked Desires

Azriel & Female O/C

SUMMARY: Everyone in the inner circle know about the mating bond between Azriel and Rhysand’s sister Octavia. It just takes a little bit of jealousy for them to confess their feelings for each other…

(VERY SMUTTY)

TW: Harassment

Octavia’s POV:

My chest heaved vigorously with the air around me and I noticed his hazel eyes calculating my next move. Azriel liked to fight dirty in the sparring ring, leaving no room for mess ups. It was hard for me to focus on a hot day like today in Velaris because Azriel's usual leathers were replaced with a vest that exposed his sculpted abs. He had a sheen of sweat there and it gave me unholy thoughts.

Next thing I knew, Azriel's sword swung in the air and I quickly countered it, just before it sliced my neck.

"NEVER let yourself get distracted during combat Tavia." Azriel cocked his head.

"I wasn't distracted." I lied, swiping for his torso, to which he deflected.

Fighting with him was like a dance. Deadly and calculated, but also passionate and intimate in a way. He pulled the previous attack I did on him, testing my reflexes.

"Then why were your eyes glued to my leathers?" He raised a brow and my cheeks reddened. A ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips and I almost rolled my eyes.

"I just noticed they're different from your usual attire." I shrugged and hit his sword with ease, becoming nervous from the confidence in his fighting stance. I had a feminine urge to be submissive for him when he circled around me like I was prey

"Hmm. So is yours." His smirk appeared as he raked his eyes over my body. I scrunched my eyebrows, jaw dropped. Azriel wasn’t usually this flirtatious. He took advantage of me being distracted again, swiping for my sword with all of his weight, and knocking it out of my hands. I twisted to the side as he went to slice my neck, but he pounced, grabbing my waist and pulling me to his torso to hold the sword at my throat. He didn't notice when I grabbed out my dagger, so I had it pointed straight at his exposed abs.

I almost shuddered from how close we were. Each of us vulnerable to the other. His hand rested on the bare skin under my crop top and tightened, causing my clit to throb.

"Seems like both of us are distracted from each others attire." I snapped as a seductive smile curved on his features. My thighs clenched, masking the hot arousal in between us. Azriel's nostrils flared at the scent and I bit my lip, his eyes darting down to the movement. If his sword wasn't at my throat I might've leaned in to kiss him.

"Stop eye fucking each other and get a room!!" Cassian bullied, causing Azriel to clear his throat and lower his sword.

His hand didn't move from my waist though, and I still pointed the dagger at him.

"You're just jealous that I'm not hot and bothered holding a dagger to your abs!" I stuck my tongue out, and a chuckle left Azriel's lips. Cassian just huffed and walked away.

"He's definitely jealous." Azriel's deep voice sent butterflies to my stomach and I looked up at him through my lashes, pulling my dagger away and sheathing it.

For a second we just stared at each other, then Azriel slowly and hesitantly removed his hand from my waist. I almost whined at the lack of his warm touch. The rest of our training had just as much sexual tension, but I toughed it out and was left tired and tense.

~~~

Mor made an effort to hound me about this morning, telling me I should just confess to Azriel how I feel about him. I told her it was obvious he liked Elain since they talked so much, but she just rolled her eyes, telling me that Elain couldn't have feelings for Azriel after her heart was broken from the cauldron and the human boy.

I took a nice shower and threw on a black halter criss cross cami top with a matching skirt, then strapped on a pair of black sandals that wrapped up my calves like vines.

"That shirt definitely does your tits justice." Mor winked as we walked out to the dinner table where everyone was already digging into the cheeses, fruit, and wine.

"Wow, that outfit looks amazing on you Tavia." Elain exclaimed from her spot next to Azriel. Basically the whole group nodded and smiled in agreement, except for Azriel.

Azriel raked his eyes over me the same way he did in the fighting ring, showing no shame in the way his eyes lingered on my tits and thighs. I just swallowed the lump in my throat and used my powers to hide the scent of my arousal.

A few pastries and bites of fruit and cheese later, I found myself sipping wine to wash down the nerves and full feeling in my stomach.

"So, you're saying that all of these males in the summer court literally fight over you, and you choose celibacy?" Mor slurred, causing Amren to snicker, Cassian and Feyre to smirk, and the rest of the table to widen their eyes. The conversations between everyone came to a halt and I chugged the rest of my wine, probably making my blush and embarrassment worse.

"I had a lot of sex years ago, I don't need to be whoring myself off like I used to." I shrugged, causing the Illyrians to cough.

"But, don't you get lonely?" Mor frowned and I rolled my eyes.

"She's a hopeless romantic." Amren bullied.

"Will you guys stop bothering my sister?" Rhysand chuckled and I gave him a thankful smile. He probably didn't want to hear anything about this as much as I didn't want to discuss it around the whole inner circle.

"She's saving herself for someone special." Amren ignored my brother and I almost groaned, pouring myself more wine. I could feel Azriel's gaze, and it took every ounce of willpower to ignore it.

"Who is it?" Nesta cocked her head and Elain smirked from across the table.

"Yeah do pray tell." I snapped, then gulped the rest of my...5th glass of wine?

"I can think of a certain Illyrian." Amren exposed, glancing at Azriel who had an amused expression on his face. Elain giggled next to him, as if she knew she was a better option for him than I was. Who could compare to someone so sweet and beautiful as her?

"Okay!" I threw my napkin onto the table and stood up, glaring at Amren. Yes, glaring at Amren. Who I used to be terrified to even speak to because of what she is.

"I'm done for the night." My cheeks burned with embarrassment, I felt everyone's eyes on me. I was also confused from the tug on whatever bond that was going on between Azriel and I. Gods the cauldron must hate me if it gave me a best friend and a mate who likes another female more.

"Hey! Come back! We were just teasing!" Amren hollered, but I was already running up the stairs. My heart was racing, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of here.

“Hey, everything okay?” My brother shot down my mental barrier.

“Yes, just fine.” I lied. But he didn't question me any further.

After a few deep inhales, I grasped onto my powers and summoned my wings, whilst at the same time hiding my scent and mental barriers from any onlookers. Then I jumped out of my window, flying up into the sky and winnowing to the borders of the summer court.

~~~

Tarquin himself greeted me.

"What is it friend? You seem troubled." His brows furrowed as a tear slid down my cheek. I hadn't realized my vision was blurry.

"I don't want to talk about it." I grumbled, accepting the drink he handed to me.

"There's a party tonight if you're interested?" He grinned, eyes brightening.

"You know that's an offer I can't refuse." I smirked, mood immediately better.

Tarquin and I became friends when he stepped up as the high lord of the Summer court. At that point Azriel and I were already friends because of my brother. He was quick to shoot down the ideas of me getting plastered in summer court parties. I knew I was in love with Azriel, so I did the right thing and stopped going to the parties years ago.

Right now, I figured a party would be the perfect release.

~~~

Azriel’s POV:

Gods she looked so fucking devasted when she left the room. After she left, Rhysand and Feyre were quick to tell Amren how pissed off they were. I couldn't help but be worried about my mate because everything to do with the bond went dead silent. Maybe Cassian was wrong. Speaking to Elain to make her jealous wouldn't work. I had to tell her straight up how I felt. I'm so fucking stupid. She's my best friend and I care about her so much, why didn't I just confess to her ages ago?

Oh yeah, because Rhysand fucking terrified me. He didn't approve until a few months ago when Feyre berated him. We also JUST had a long heart-to-heart. He mentioned that he wouldn’t hesitate to toss me in byraxis lair if I hurt his sister.

"Azriel, you need to go get your girl." Surprisingly Elain said that and gave me a smile, while everyone else in the group gave me an expectant look.

Little did Tavia know, everyone in the group knew we are mates. Mor, being her second closest friend in the group after me, found out that she thought I liked Elain more. No offense to Elain, but she doesn’t compare to my best friend. Octavia is my person. She's the most breathtaking and clever female I've ever been cauldron blessed to know.

"I guess it wasn't a bright idea to try to make her jealous." Cassian mumbled, causing Rhysand and Feyre to glare at us.

"You what?" Feyre singed the table, digging her claws into the wood, and I swear Cassian looked like he shit himself.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going." I stood up, winnowing to my mate's bedroom door and lightly knocking.

"Tavia?" I knocked again. No response. "Okay, I'm going to come in, I hope you're decent." I twisted the doorknob and quickly realized the room was empty. Fuck.

“She's not here.” I voiced for Rhysand.

"What do you mean she's not here?" Rhysand appeared at my side, eyes wide in anger. He searched her room for her scent, picking up on no traces of where she went.

"You better fix this." Feyre gave me a glare and I hated how scary she looked when she was protecting her mates sister.

There was only one place I could think of where my best friend would run off to, and I prayed I was right before I flew out of the house of wind and winnowed out of Velaris.

~~~

Octavia’s POV:

The lights in the big hall glowed a dark hue of red, and beams of rainbow light reflected off of the glass swan sculpture in the middle of the room. I lay on the laps of two men, admiring the scenery while completely intoxicated, a frown permanent on my face.

What was I thinking? That I could rebound my feelings for Azriel? There was no getting rid of the feelings I had for him. I’m literally his best friend, and I’m destined by the cauldron to be his mate.

"You're the sister of the high lord of the night court, aren't you?" The blonde I was sitting on said with a smirk while he gazed into my violet eyes.

"Pretty one." The brunette next to him slid his fingers up my skirt. I immediately tensed, realizing this was all wrong. I didn't want him to touch me like this. There was only one person I wanted to, and he wasn’t here.

"Thank you." I awkwardly shifted in the male's lap, grabbing his friends hand out of my skirt and attempting to stand on my feet. But they both grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. Shit.

"Where do you think you're going little girl? We're not done with you."

"She's scared." One of the males laughed with a sadistic smile.

"Let me go." I glared and tugged against their grip. They both just chuckled at me.

Suddenly a gust of air made my hair blow in my face, and shadows erupted in the room, wrapping around my torso. Azriel was here. He found me. Even though I'd masked my scent. Did he come here to tell me he felt the same way I did for him? Or just because Rhysand was worried?

"You fucking heard her." Azriel grabbed my arms and pulled me into his chest, not hesitating to give the males a look that would kill if it was possible.

“Shit, that’s the shadowsinger.”

"I’m about five seconds from tearing your throats out, so get the fuck out of here and leave the women in here alone. Your high lord is going to hear about this, and so is mine." Azriel threatened, causing them to gulp and run away. He turned to look me in the eyes, assessing the damage I'd done to myself. The look of worry he gave me is all I needed to sober up. I leaned into his touch, curious what would happen next.

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A second later he'd winnowed us to Velaris and flew up to the house of wind. He set me on the kitchen counter, grabbing me a glass of water.

“Drink.” He pushed the glass in my face. It wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand.

"You saved me." I gave him a smile, obeying his orders and grabbing the glass, taking a long gulp of the water.

"Well yeah. You're my mate." My heart skipped a beat at his words.

"So you do know. Do you even feel the same?" I rolled my eyes, tapping my nail against the glass.

"What do you mean?" My mate looked down at me with a frown.

"I thought you liked Elain more." I shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

A second is all it took for Azriel to take the glass out of my hands and grab my chin. His face was inches from mine, my thighs clenched together, and he took notice of this, giving me a smirk.

"I've always been in love with you. But I was scared to death of what your brother would do." Azriel confessed.

"That still doesn't explain why you're extra friendly with Elain when we're all in a group." I grumbled.

"That was Cassian's idea." Azirel sighed. "I was terrified of confrontation and what it would do my relationship with you and Rhysand, so I asked Cassian for advice. He told me I should try to make you jealous." The look on his face was pure regret.

Fucking lllyrians.

"Well, your wish was granted. I got jealous." I angrily stood up from the counter, only for Azriel to trap me, his arms forming a barrier around my figure.

"You made me jealous too Tavia." Azriel leaned in, inhaling the scent on my neck.

My core became dripping wet with need.

"Oh yeah?" I pathetically countered, too distracted with the shadows that were cascading up my skirt, as well as the way my mate's pupils dilated in an almost carnal way.

"Seeing you with those males, and knowing you came to Tarquin just for support. Yeah, I got fucking jealous." Azriel played with strands of my hair, then looked down at my tits.

"And cauldron fucking bless me, I've wanted to rip this outfit off of you all night." His eyes searched mine, which probably looked so fucking hazy. My pussy thrummed with need. I caved into my desires, wrapping my arm around my mate's neck and hungrily pulling his lips onto mine.

Azriel's hands immediately gripped my thighs lifting me up winnowing me to his bed, where I straddled him. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"I need to hear your words, Tavia." He demanded, making my stomach flip. That was him asking for consent. I couldn't believe this was real.

"Please, Azriel." I trailed my hands down his abs, causing his cock to harden against my thigh. He peeled my shirt off, mouth worshipping my nipples. I writhed against him, hands running through his onyx hair.

"Please what princess?" He stood up and set me on the bed, pulling his shirt and shoes off, as well as my shoes.

"Please fuck me Azriel." I looked into his eyes. His grin was absolutely feral now and he slid his hand up my thigh feeling how wet my panties were.

"Hmmm, good girl. You're so fucking needy for me." He then ripped my panties off and pulled me by my calves to the edge of the bed, getting on his knees.

"Yes, Azriel, I need you." I begged as his shadows caressed my nipples.

His gaze darkened as his fingers slid up my thighs. His tongue then slid clean across my folds and I threw my head back, moaning his name.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined." Azriel sucked on my clit, causing pressure to build in my stomach.

"Don't stop." I whined as his shadows made my nipples peak.

Azriel hummed in response, sticking two fingers inside my tight walls and curling them on my sweet spot. I whimpered, my core tightening with need.

"Yes, right there." I surrendered to his tongue and fingers while he ate me like I was his last meal. My best friend was pleasuring me like it was something he craved, and the thought of that made my heart skip a beat. This is what I’ve been missing out on.

Azriel's fingers curled perfectly and he sucked my clit so good, my walls tightened around him. I screamed his name. White hot pleasure shot through me and I trembled, my cum dripping out on his tongue.

He looked up into my eyes with a carnal smirk, pulling his pants down to reveal how hard his cock was. My mouth watered at the sight and my pussy was already throbbing with need again. I let my arousal course through our bond and Azriel snapped, flipping me over on the edge of the bed and pulling my ass in the air, giving it a sharp smack.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt so good Tavia. You're not going to be able to walk after this." He whispered in my ear, massaging my ass. I just whimpered, spreading my legs more, causing him to chuckle.

"So fucking needy for my cock, you're my little slut aren't you?" He trailed his tip against my folds and I squeezed the sheets, letting out a sharp breath.

"Yes, please, I need you to fuck me Azriel." The words coming out of my mouth felt so wicked, but they were true. I felt like if he didn't get his cock inside of me I would crumble from existence.

"Your tight little pussy belongs to me. Do you hear me princess?" He slowly slid deep inside. I nodded at his question, too stimulated to respond.

"I don't want you to worry about any other females around me ever again. You are EVERYTHING to me." His hand smoothed over my ass and I sharply inhaled, moving my hips against him to get some friction.

"Your cock is mine." I moaned, causing Azriel to dig his fingers into my waist and quicken his pace.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He went even harder and deeper, hitting my cervix and all the right places.

"I want you to cum inside me." I said breathily. His shadows made haste to stimulate my clit, and I couldn't help the knot that wrung in my core.

"No male will ever fuck you like this Tavia, I can promise you that." Azriel groaned and I felt his cock twitch inside of me as my walls clenched against him. I came at the same time as him, feeling a rush of ecstasy in my veins.

“Gods, yes." I went limp into the sheets, feeling sated from how good it felt to have my mates cock inside me. He stilled against me, his warm cum shot deep inside my core and I relished the feeling.

He flipped me over so that I was laying on his chest and started playing with my hair, using his fingers to get the knots out. And he did it so casually and gently like we didn’t just rail each other.

I looked up into his hazel eyes and blushed at the huge grin he gave me.

“I fucking love you.” His thumb toyed with my lower lip. I swear every time he touched me I physically melted into him.

“I had this infatuation towards you when we first met. It was so superficial. But as we became best friends I felt the mating bond grow everyday. I would be lying if I said I didnt fall in love with you ages ago.” I confessed while tracing the tattoos on Azriel’s arm.

“When I realized we were mates I knew I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with you. You’re so fucking perfect.”

My heart swelled and I sat up, straddling my mate so that I could attach my lips to his. This time it was slow and full of passion. Azriel squeezed my thighs and swirled his tongue around mine. We only pulled away when we needed air…

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the-darkestminds · 2 months

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Let’s just revisit the bonus chapter and follow it through from start to finish, focusing on Azriel’s perspective/state of mind.

He encounters Elain. They finally have a moment alone together. They step closer. She says “yes” to him kissing her, he smells her arousal, he wants her so much it seems almost painful. He has negative thoughts about himself, like he doesn’t deserve her, his hands are bloody and have done awful things that Elain must not know about if she is letting him touch her.

They are clearly into each other, and then suddenly, Rhysand interrupts. We are drawn out of the moment. Azriel leaves Elain on negative terms: he says it was a mistake, she apologizes, she is clearly hurt and embarrassed. He feels guilty, but disappears into the shadows. He has a tense conversation with Rhysand, in which he sinks into the icy depths of his rage. He feels angry that Lucien is Elain’s mate, he says Lucien will never be good enough for her (although based on Az’s own thoughts, it seems like he feels the same way about himself).

He leaves the conversation with Rhysand. He goes to sit outside in the frigid night air, he lets the “frost in his veins match the air around him.” And then: “Until he felt nothing. Was again nothing at all.” These are all very negative feelings. We see that he is in a bad place emotionally.

He decides to go to the training pit so that he won’t do something he regrets (such as seeking out Elain again). His reasoning: “giving in to the need to work off the temptation, the rage and frustration and writhing need.”

He stumbles upon Gwyn, his shadows not warning him of her presence. At first he seems reluctant to interact. They talk, they lock eyes and he remembers their first encounter at Sangravah. He knows she was remembering it too. He notes how different she is now. She says “happy solstice” in dismissal. Instead of leaving he engages her further. He smiles at her, but there’s no indication of any real emotion behind it.

She takes him by surprise, asks him if he sings. “He couldn’t help his soft chuckle.” His mood is turning around. He is grateful for the distraction of this impromptu lesson. At the end: “Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch.” We see here that he has been thoroughly distracted from the negative feelings he was having before. He is calm. His mind is no longer on the rage and frustration he feels at the situation with Elain.

He leaves and finds that Elain has returned the necklace. Not necessarily a big deal, because who knows how much meaning it really has. But he decides to give it to Gwyn instead. He thinks to himself that he does not really consider Gwyn to be a friend. But when he hears that it might bring her joy, something sparks in his chest. He can picture her teal eyes lighting upon seeing the necklace. It brings a smile to his face. He stuffs the image deep down where it glowed quietly. “A thing of secret lovely beauty.”

Okay. There is no romance between Gwyn and Azriel in this chapter, that much is clear. What we see is a potential fork in the path of Elain and Azriel. The chapter begins with Azriel and Elain, an interaction that ends poorly, with both of them hurting. And by the end of the chapter Azriel is in a good mood, he is smiling, thinking about Gwyn. To suggest that “gwynriels” lack reading comprehension and are stupid/silly to even ship this is, for one thing, extremely rude. It is also somewhat naive. This chapter offers an out to Azriel’s feelings of frustration over Elain. Is it a guarantee? Of course not. Elain and Azriel could very well be endgame. But this chapter creates another path. It is has yet to be explored, and is clearly only a small inkling of something new, but it is there nonetheless. I would encourage everyone to not hurl personal insults just because you feel passionately about a certain ship. It’s annoying and rude and makes you seem immature.

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um. billy is breaking it down?

...what? what do you mean that's not what it's called??

i realized that i don't draw things related to bbu NEARLY enough knowing that I've Had Enough of You was my number 1 song on spotify last year. 417 times just in half a year on JUST spotify, if you were wondering. that's a bit over 23 hours.

i think i'm gonna try to do little simplifications to dimitri because; despite how much i like him its hell to draw. why is it the only character with gradients (that i can think of off the top of my head)? i get the chimera would be more complicated, but does he need gradients? (not intended to be an insult to the design btw; i just feel having that much going on might be a bit jarring visually, and hell to replicate)

#silverware's art #billie bust up #bbu #bbu fantoccio #bbu barnaby #bbu billie #bbu dimitri #bbu fanart #do i tag elaine n aristotle like. properly?? do the doodles count?? idk.#ooh fun fact: i drew fanto with like. 1 glance at an image of him for refrence the rest was memory #basically i drew these from very little refrence to there was a ref right beside the character #except for the doodles.#nother fun fact: i've never drawn elaine before that little doodle (i like her. i just haven't felt motivated to)#haha content you didn't sign up for. :]#i'm sorry. but there are so many colours in dimitri's pallet it's like. kinda scary to me- (/hj)

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Personally, I dnt see Nesta abusing Feyre because of how vague their history in their past home was like. They seemed on v equal ground wit the way they argued and fought. Feyre calls Nesta a burden then Nesta retaliates. Nesta warns Feyre about the old hag and Feyre brings up their past fight from the other night. Nesta tries to save Feyre and Feyre realizes there is more to her sister than she thought.

They always were at odds with each other but their never seemed to be any serious power dynamic between them. Neither was afraid of the other and both saw themselves in the other. I honestly think they both have stuff to answer for from their days in the cottage.

In SF, the book even says that Feyre wasn’t perfect and that she made mistakes but their past doesn’t have to define their future. Again, we dnt know what those mistakes could have been since there is such vague exploration of their dynamic back then. But passages in the books like these make me see that it wasn’t abuse between them. It certainly wasn’t healthy but definetly not so one-sided as many antis make it out to be.

hi anon!!

my response is loooooong 😭

i do really want to talk about this. i think the set up in the cabin is very important to the foundation of the sisters' relationship, and because its left as this gaping hole that lacks nuance and logic, it muddles the characterization going forward. a court of silver flames runs into trouble for this reasons, hence why is said it employs the use of 'placeholder' plotlines. to start, as many have stated before me, the set-up in the cabin makes no sense. none. not even a little. that matters for a lot of reasons but specifically because we can't really argue the validity of any of the sister's actions when the worldbuilding around them has none to begin.

its very hard to apply a real system of continual power, abuse, and neglect, when the circumstances around such dynamic is vague and uncommitted. the story doesn't want to commit to the consequences, but it also doesn't want to establish a relationship between the sisters without placing feyre as the permanent victim. so - it created an absurd scenario that doesn't make any sense. what i am saying is - the story has to go wayyyy out of its way to make elain and nesta 'villains' - to the point that the plot can't even support it. like for example, the girls live together in the cabin without feyre hunting for about a good 3-4 years. that means: someone clothed them, someone fed them, someone cleaned, someone took care of them. someone picked up the slack and its wasn't feyre. we know that mama archeron dies when the girls are 8, 10, and 11 - and the shortly after that, they lose their wealth. so - the girls are maybe 11, 13, and 14. literal children. and again - someone had to be taking care of them, a dynamic existed before feyre went hunting, but somehow never gets brought up. if the story is committed to this story, why doesn't it highlight nesta/feyre/elain's relationship in the moments where feyre isn't hunting? what was their relationship like? what was feyre like? these are perfect moments to establish the relationship. even if the sisters were lazy - what would they be doing all day? how would they even sustain themselves on meat all year long? even if the sisters were evil sisters there's little motivation for them to even be like this. the sisters are only three years apart. literally. when feyre was 8, elain was 10, and nesta was 11. thats not a big enough age-gap to even sustain partially of what the story argues about why the sisters have a disconnect. nesta would have been a BABY when feyre and elain were born - where is the motivation? how do elain and nesta develop a faction when they would have been mere toddlers when feyre came into the picture???

either papa archeron isn't a deadbeat or some mysterious force clothed, bathed, fed, and took care of them. like even the circumstances behind papa archeron being a deadbeat make no sense??/

and then there's the added layer of the suppose abuse the grandmother and mother were doling out to nesta, elain, and feyre. nesta was physically abused, and feyre was neglected to hell and high water - there's a plot pont to exploit right there. if the story wants to commit to nesta being abusive, but also wants her to be sympathetic, validating where her anger comes from, while acknowledging how it negatively affected her relationships with her sisters would be the perfect way to go. playing into the mirror sacrifices these sisters (youngest and oldest) made towards one another would have been *chefs kiss*. but again - the story leaned way too moral to even attempt a conversation like this. its willing to forgive the tamlins, rhys's and cassians, but not the women in the story. the thing is - the story doesn't commit to real faults with feyre - and it doesn't do that with nesta or elain either. they are only a standard to compare feyre against. and that's why the story cannot commit to a basic conversation between the sisters - there's nothing that exists between the except the drama. nesta has to atone for mystery reasons bc the story has rewrote their dynamic too many times. sjm acknowledges that the sisters are caricatures at this point of the story, but she doesn't rewrite the first book to accommodate her switch is plot direction.

nesta can't really tell feyre 'why she treated her x way ' bc the story doesn't know why either. a reason doesn't exist. elains book will probably have the same issue, on an even broader scale bc it doesn't actually have a reason these sisters chose to stare at a wall for 24 hours out of the day. the reason elain 'chooses not to help' is even more flimsy than the reason it gave nesta. esp bc the story later establishes that elain isn't even supposed to be a bad person, she can actually be caring. shes also a gardener so it also makes no sense that she would...cringe away from feyre bc of dirt???? that part makes no sense. she literally refused gloves at some point bc she liked to use her hands. she does so in the same book. and i don't even like this character but its the truth, and its why i cannot adequately take what the story argues about the sister seriously. nothing about what it argues makes any logical sense. it for this story...yeah that matters.

so....its valid that people don't take those chapters seriously. they are actually written with unserious intent. like how can i be angry at the sisters when the story argues they were essentially staring into space for eight years??? argues that papa archeron with 10000000 connections couldn't just....use those connections like he literally did near the end of tar and war? that the sisters could live off wild meat for years and still be alive? that toddler nesta and baby elain annexed toddler feyre??? its an unserious situation here. like feyre would rather -- @ 11, 14 or whatever age the story chooses to argue -- would immediately turn to the deadly woods and not yknow...an actual job??? mmkay.

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