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All I breathe (2)

Pair: Azriel x Vanserra Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: language, violence, mentions of abuse, trauma, and torture

Summary: Could a mission to Y/n’s childhood home, the Autumn Court, spark a friendship between the night courts spymaster and the newest emissary? Or will they let their hatred come between, what could be, a strong bond?

A/N: I made Nuan from ACOWAR heavily OC in this, I haven't read the books in so long so please forgive any reference mistakes. I haven't read ACOSF either so keep that in mind, I did try to do my research for storyline purposes when it comes to the first 4 books. I also do not know how to describe dresses very well lol. Send me a message or comment if you want to be tagged in future parts.

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An Illyrian bastard! you could not stand him. He was a contemptuous brute as you knew most Illyrians were. Cassian and Rhysand were just fine, if only he turned out more like his brothers. Although the comment the former had made had you reeling. In no world do you see yourself sharing a bed with the Shadowsinger. What was worse was knowing the days to come were going to be filled with hours of what had just occurred. In the safety of your room, you had released the flames that begged for freedom, letting them kindle on your hands, careful not to get too close to the furniture.

The power you and your twin had shared assuming it had come from your mother's distant bloodline. Your mother was another factor that you had thought of constantly during your stay at this new court. While you dealt with your own struggles mentally, you and Lucien had a better life here in Velaris, you were free from all the males who once dominated your life. You couldn’t say the same for your poor mother. She was the one person you looked forward to seeing.

“He’s not right you know?” A smooth casual familiar voice echoed from behind you. Your power jolted, letting out a blast of controlled flames in your hands.

“I could have burned you, you idiot!” You shoved your brother away from you once you recovered from the shock.

“No, you really couldn’t have.” He chuckled. There Lucien stood a few feet behind you, he just left yesterday morning, there was no reason for him to be back so early.

“What are you doing here anyway?” You crossed your arms and shuffled closer to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“I heard Rhysand gave you a tough assignment, with an even tougher partner.”

“Do not call him my partner and he’s weaker than any of you give him credit for,” You snarked back.

Lucien put his hands up in surrender, “Relax I’m just here to ease the tension.”

“Like you ever,” You glared at him playfully.

“He has a way of making you tense so easily, Sister.” Lucien sits beside you on the edge of the end of your bed. “Despite your hatred for him, you need to place your trust in him fully while you’re there.”

“Why can’t you come with me?” You put on your best puppy dog-like pleading eyes, Lucien stopped falling for it once you both came to an age where life was not so easily bought by a sweet smile or those perfect doe eyes you were able to mimic.

“I would if I could, I have business elsewhere” He ruffled your hair pushing your head away lightly when you scowled at him. “Important business in the mortal realms of all places.”

“Oh please, you can feign annoyance all you want but you’ve found an interest there.”

“I don’t have much keeping me here anyway Y/n, better to keep busy.” A sad disposition had formed within him whenever he was near Elain, he couldn’t do more than he was already doing to make Elain comfortable around him.

The words stung, and suddenly the statement Azriel made didn’t seem so far off the truth. You knew you could make yourself useful enough to be of value but what did any of that mean when your own twin couldn’t find your company worthy. Obviously, he did have places to go and people to meet but you did too and if he ever needed you, you would drop everything to be there for him. The scar on your left cheek was a testament to that.

You sat there side-by-side for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other's company in silence. Lucien tapped your knee twice before declaring he walk you out before your journey. He wrapped a loose arm around your shoulders, “I will be here when you get back.” He squeezed you into his side.

Reaching the last step Azriel was there waiting for you, he gave Lucien a nod before looking away to give you and your brother privacy. You squeezed his middle, “You better.”

He gave you a kiss on your forehead, “Stay safe, sister.”

“Goodbye brother,” You whispered back to him before he disappeared into thin air. Cassian came out of the kitchen and nodded for you to come to him.

Once in the kitchen Cassian peeked out of the door and spoke in a hushed tone, “Listen, I know it’s gonna be hard but the only way this plan will work is if you both find a way to set aside your differences and learn how to communicate.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair giving him an exasperated look, you thought he was going to give you some advice or something more useful than a lecture. “Unlike him, I believe I can be civilized. Besides we’re about to have plenty of bonding time.”

You caught him wince at the word bonding, “Let’s hope so.”

“Was that it?” You asked. Cassian hummed in response and with a finger flicked your head up by your chin.

“Remember Y/n, don’t hesitate. Hesitate and you're dead.” The same advice he gave you throughout training, a feat you had consistent trouble with; hesitation. You were decent, despite being out of shape with the lack of training and with what little you knew of combat. Illyrian training was different than what you were used to but it was better and you learned enough to be of use if you were needed. Maybe a little clumsy and lacked some confidence in your skills but in a life-or-death situation you expected your survival instincts would kick in.

He guided you to where Azriel was sitting on the couch, fiddling with his knife.

~~~

Winnowing to the dawn court went smoothly. You and Azriel winnowed separately, neither of you willing to touch each other, opting to travel alone rather than conserve energy to save time. The first big jump had you stopping for a break at the Day Court, you felt your power falter, the surge of fire from earlier draining you a little. The law of your power, where one of your powers is strong the others weaken.

You stopped by a lake for water, careful of your surroundings. A quick minute stop and when you had winnowed away to the point on the other side of the border where you knew to meet Azriel, he had given you an earful.

“Where were you?” His tone was nothing short of accusatory.

“I felt like I needed a short break so I stopped for some water,” You spoke casually so as not to alarm the always-on-edge spymaster. It took a toll on your patience but you needed him to be calm.

His eyes were narrow as he stared you down, “Where?”

“Near Day Court border Azriel, Where else?”

“Specifically where did you stop for water?” He pushed, “Shocking there were no sentries nearby.”

“I assure you whatever your mind conjured up about my whereabouts, is not true.”

“I just find it curious how you were not intercepted,” He crossed his arms and tilted his head “unless there is something that you’re not telling me.”

You were beginning to feel anxious by his interrogation, you didn’t have anything to hide but this felt familiar in the ways your brothers would question you after a night out or worse when you were on your little missions for them. Tamlin would do the same, jealous even though you knew he never truly loved you. Even when he had Feyre.

“I told you all there is to know,” You grit your teeth. “We’re wasting time on this useless topic when we would have been at Dawn already.”

“I don’t trust you.” He begins to walk in the direction of the border of the Dawn Court.

“Oh really?” Your voice is frivolous as you follow him, “I hadn’t gathered that. I can feel your shadows, they are not as obscure as you think they are. Even so, I have nothing to prove to you Shadowsinger.”

His jaw clenches, “You somehow have fooled everyone in my court that you are innocent but I will find a way to break you Firewielder.”

“And you will fail,” You stop walking when you step in front of him, blocking his way. “You think of me as some villain Azriel when I am just someone who is trying to get by in whatever way, whatever place I can. That is all I have been trying to do, all I have ever done. Gods, if your High Lady could forgive me, why can’t you?”

“You have caused my High Lady enough harm,” He says simply and starts to walk again but you block his path. “You do not deserve the forgiveness, Rhysand and Feyre have so graciously granted you.”

“I have paid for my sins just as I’m sure you have and will continue to do so, I do not need a constant reminder of my fuckups any more than you do.” Your words were like venom, you may not know all of what the Shadowsinger was made of but the whispers throughout the world of what he does to people, rumor or no- you knew would haunt him til the end of his days. “You are no better than I am Spymaster, you should do well to remember that next time you sink that knife into someone’s flesh.”

An astonished look featured on his chiseled face, you’d wager no one but his brothers dared to speak to him in such a way. You weren’t one to speak so flippantly, but Azriel brought out a side of you that you had to admit you reveled in. You hadn’t felt as strong as when you let all your anger out on him. Your brothers, your father, and Tamlin had made you cower into yourself so much so that you didn’t dare argue. Azriel lit a fire within you that fueled you to shed the weaker parts of your soul and fight back.

~~~

You were within the walls of the Dawn Court castle only minutes after your discussion with Azriel. Not a word was spoken after you said your peace, you stood next to each other with a generous amount of space between you as you waited for someone to attend to you at the front steps of the palace.

A friendly face appeared from behind the doors urging you both to come inside, the healer of the Dawn Court was a long-time friend of yours. You hadn’t seen or spoken to her in years yet her countenance was still the same. She hugged you in greeting and gave the Shadowsinger a nod.

“The High Lord is otherwise engaged unfortunately but he sends his regards and me of course,” Nuan clutched your arm that was already looped around hers. “I’ll be showing you to your rooms.”

“Thank you,” You smiled. Azriel repeated what you had said and followed close behind you. She guides you through a series of hallways with large pillars framing the view of the mountains.

“It’s not a problem, though I do ask that you join me for dinner tonight.” She pauses in front of a door, she’s still holding your arm so you assume this is Azriels room. “Both of you, it’ll be at that restaurant in town that we used to go to Y/n, you know the one.”

You nodded with pursed lips, “Yes, I do but I’m sure Azriel has other ideas on how he’d like to spend his night.” You tried to hint at her to leave him alone, you needed a break from him and his attitude.

“I’ll be there.” Was all Azriel said before bowing his head at her and closing himself in his room for the night.

Nuan raised her brows at you with a slightly agape mouth, dragging you through the long corridor lined with near-opalescent golden stone pillars. Once she had shown you your room a couple of doors down from Azriels, she shut the door behind her. “I had to give you this room so that I can talk to you without him hearing, Cauldron that male is astonishingly gorgeous.”

You snorted, “For a bat.”

She placed her hands on her hips, “Now I know damn well you have taste, Y/n and I know that you wholeheartedly agree with me.”

“I might have once upon a time, I’ve changed.” You smirked and strolled around the room, taking it all in. Your room had a balcony overlooking one of the many gardens, you would have chosen to stay at the Dawn Court if given the opportunity.

“Surely not because of the husband!” Nuan gasped. She reminded you of the one you were fake married to, Fae cannot lie but when one is desperate, the loopholes you find are wild.

You raised an eyebrow at her dramatics, “No, of course not.”

She walked toward you and reached out with her mechanical hand tracing the scar on your face, “Do you think he is that superficial? I have seen the scars on his hands Y/n, he is beautiful but not completely unmarred.”

“I forget how forward you are Nu,” You stepped out of her reach. “Have you heard the news of the faebane? It’s traveling all across the lands, the reason why we’re here.”

She nodded grimly, “Yes, I have heard but my information is limited. And you’re deflecting but that’s no matter, we shall continue that topic at dinner.”

“For an alchemist, you sure do like to gossip.” You teased, “You should seek out Azriel before dinner to discuss the faebane situation.”

“Why do you think I’m friends with an emissary? you make the most pleasant company for gossip.” She reached for the door handle and slipped out of the room.

~~~

You forgot how free-flowing Dawn Court fashion is, as you dressed you felt yourself grow self-conscious. The dress exposed your thighs, arms, and stomach with shibari-like knots around the torso and neck with layered sheer nude material covering. A huge difference from what you were wearing before. You reminded yourself of the fact that the fae of the Dawn Court were not judgmental people and they made dresses like this for all shapes and sizes and they saw every being as radiant. They were peaceful and kind and as you walked into the restaurant, you and Nuan had found one night, Azriel was sitting there in conversation with the dark-haired beauty.

Her dress was similar to yours, and her upturned eyes and olive-toned skin were complimented by the lavender color she was wearing. Azriel was talking intently, the loud chattering of everyone around you clouded your ability to hear what he was saying. Nuan was right, he was gorgeous. Beautiful in a way you could not compare to a male or female, he was otherwordly.

You scolded yourself mentally, as beautiful as he may be, his personality was not. His calculated, smooth-toned, encapsulating speech- your mind wandered again. You could not catch a break from him. Mentally or physically and you were sick of it. With a huff, you lifted the hem of your dress so that it would not catch onto your heel and strutted over to the table where Azriel was out of his chair and holding it out for you to take his place.

In the time you took to admire him from the entrance, you failed to see that they were sitting at a table for two. There was room for two more but you’d have to steal a chair from another table and he had given his chair to you. Your eyes flickered from the chair to him and hesitantly took a seat, he tucked you into the table, and you didn’t miss the way Nuan’s lips turned up on one side.

He pulled up a chair and sat. A Cheshire grin spread upon Nuan’s face, immediately nerves took over you.

“Now that we’re done exchanging information,” She nodded once to Azriel and directed her attention to you. “Y/n about that husband, how is he?”

Your jaw ticked, “I wouldn’t know, I don’t speak to him.”

She hummed, “Interesting. And your brother is he well?”

“Yes, he is, though I suspect you know that considering he visits you often.”

Her laugh came out in a bark, Azriel's eyes and shadows watched you two in a dance, silently observing your postures and hidden messages. He wouldn’t understand the game you and Nuan played, especially not the one Nuan was playing right now, you were beginning to lose track of yourself.

“So Tamlin is completely out of the picture now?” She went back to her original target. You coughed a little bit of the water you sipped a second before she asked. “No, Nuan.” You cursed. “I live in the night court now, everything's changed.”

“Just curious, Y/n/n-” She said lightheartedly. “Do you live there with him?” She glanced at the male sitting next to you. So this is what she wanted to know.

Azriels eyes widened, “Absolutely not!” You both exclaimed at the same time, creating looks coming from nearby tables.

“Apologies, really I thought you two were together, possibly in secret. I got a sense that you both were involved, please forgive me.” Nuan’s cheeks reddened as she stammered her apology.

You were entirely upset knowing that she was embarrassed by her display. You switch the topic as smoothly as you could, asking about how the faebane works and if there was any way she could create an antidote without knowing the exact ingredients in the newer version. She answered each question with ease, Azriel asked a few of his own and finished up the conversation they were having earlier about the theories on who could have made it. At that time your dinner was cleared, and the three of you lingered to pay for your meal.

“Excuse me, I believe I see a patient of mine who isn’t doing what he’s supposed to-” Nuan rushed out of her seat to an older-looking male.

You caught Azriels stare when you turned back into your chair. He looked pensive as he opened his mouth to speak, “How did you and Nuan…”

“Meet? Under the mountain.” You responded though you weren’t so sure why considering you still wanted to be petty for his interrogation. “She healed and made Lucien's eye, also helped me heal when I got the scar.”

A few moments of silence.

“I’d like to-” He cleared his throat “I’d like to apologize for earlier.”

Your eyes search his in suspicion, he continues. “I should have believed you. My shadows told me that you were speaking the truth and I didn’t believe you.”

“I have had enough overbearing males in my life dictating my life and questioning my every move without you being added to the list.”

“I’m trying Y/n,” He sighed clenching the table napkin.

“By telling me that your shadows tried to plead my case and even then you wouldn’t believe me?”

“When you put it that way.” He breathed out a laugh, the closest one you’ve ever heard from him that was meant for your ears. It was a small gesture, one that did not go unnoticed by you. Around you, he was always so tense.

“What is it then?” You inquire, “Do you hate me or could we call a truce?”

“As if you could hold your tongue for long enough for me not to hate you.”

You allowed yourself a small smile, “You are truly unrelenting, if this is how you are with me I wonder how are with the people you bring to your chamber.”

“You talk of my work with so much ease,” He grimaced. “You wouldn’t be able to actually stomach it.”

The humor that hung in the air was gone, you sensed a challenge. “I can’t do what you do but I am not afraid of you Shadowsinger.”

His hazel eyes beheld yours, exploring them, you weren’t sure what he was searching for but the intensity with which he stared unnerved you. “If you weren’t the sister of the male I despise the most and if you weren’t once married to the one who caused my lady so much grief, I could be inclined to like you.” His smooth low toned voice was hypnotic.

You reached for your glass of wine, the energy too much for you to take sober taking a sip before replying “If you weren’t such an insufferable bastard, I could be inclined to say the same.”

“I still don’t trust you,” Azriel said slyly.

You rolled your eyes, “Do you have mind healers in Velaris? Cause you desperately need one, you all do.”

That brought out a deep laugh from him, you looked at him in awe at the melody that came from his mouth and it was as if you were seeing him for the first time. Your stare fixed upon his smile, bright and angelic made your heart jump. He was suddenly aware of you and the wall he had when he was around you built up again.

Your mind felt the need to know if what he said earlier was true, “Is that really why you hate me?”

“You can’t just let a moment be, can you Firewielder?” He no longer carried that sharp grin that had you melting for a second.

“I am not my brother, Eris I mean, what he’s done. I have no part in it.”

He nodded slowly, “Now tell me why you hate me.”

You picked at your cuticle as you spoke- a nervous human habit that you picked up throughout your years. “I don’t. I don’t particularly like you but you have done nothing but make my life miserable since the moment you rescued us from the ice and every moment after that.”

You were being chased by your brothers along with Feyre and Lucien when Cassian and Azriel had come to Feyre's aid. That was when you had found out that Feyre was the High Lady of the Night Court when you and Lucien had been brought to Velaris and saw the city you’ve grown to love. It was the start of everything. Before and after the war.

You and Lucien were appointed as emissaries to the night court, Lucien had his assignments and you had yours. You served as both emissary and spy (occasionally), while Lucien had to send bi-weekly reports to Azriel, you had to report to him for every single assignment unless specified otherwise by the High Lord. This is the cause of the clash you had with the Spymaster.

That day was the only day you had peace from him, if only because nobody in the inner circle had warmed to your presence yet.

“My whole life I’ve heard of the monstrous fae who served the Night Court, the Court of Nightmares was real to me but I was never afraid of the stories- of you. All you did was prove that the stories were true, like the act you all put on when you go there, is real.”

“You should know that I do not find it easy to be around you Y/n.” You were about to ask him what he meant when Nuan’s figure came into view, pulling a lesser fae male along with her.

“Y/n I’d like you to meet Damian- Damian this is the friend I told you about.” Nuan shoved him your way as you stood, you stumbled into him and he steadied you by your elbows. “I took care of the bill by the way, I told Damian he should walk you to the palace. Azriel and I still have loads to discuss.”

You smiled shyly at the blond-haired guy in front of you and turned your head to where Azriel was once sitting, you were about to protest but Nuan was already dragging Azriel out the door. You appreciated your friend's efforts to set you up with the attractive male that was nothing short of a gentleman as he made easy conversation during the walk to the palace, but after dinner with Azriel, this guy wasn’t going to cut it. It would be too easy for you to bring him up to your room and spend the night with him but you were on a job and you were not going to give Azriel another to scold you.

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acourtofmarvels · 1 year

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Miracle

Azriel x OC

Summary: Azriel's mate is Rhysand's sister. She died a long time ago by the hand of the High Lord of the Spring court. Something happens when the Inner Circle goes to Hybern...

(I should point out this is my first time ever posting something I wrote on Tumblr. I have wrote things before on Wattpad, thought I'm not very good. This is short but I hope at least one person likes it lol.)

I changed the ending of ACOMAF sorry not sorry. I liked the idea of this fic lol

Warnings: uh, murder and violence? (did i do this right?)

Word count: 2647

Azriel was never the same when she died. None of them were. She was family. A sister. A cousin. A best friend. His mate.

She was taken from them in such a surprise. The High Lord of the Spring court took her and her mother, for what? Hatred? Maliciousness? Out of pure evil?

Rhysand got revenge for his sister and mother. Azriel got his revenge for the woman who raised him, and his mate. Alongside the High Lord of the Night Court, who lost his life that day too.

Killing the High Lord and his sons, except for one.

Azriel and Rhiannon didn't find out they were mates for about 100 years. It was a shock to both of them. They never had the chance to accept the bond before she was killed.

"Tell me about her," Feyra whispered, running her fingers up and down her mates bare chest. Rhysand didn't talk much about his sister. None of the inner circle did. It was too hard on them. No one even mentioned her name, especially not in front of Azriel.

Rhysand had told Feyre what happened to his sister and mother long ago. And Feyre talking about Elain and Nesta reminded him of her.

Rhysand smiled as he remembered her. "She was kind, selfless. Stubborn and hard headed," he chuckled a bit. The sound of his laugh warmed Feyre's heart. "Her and Cassian were much alike. The two of them were always causing mischief. It drove our mother crazy..." Rhysand paused, trying not to get choked up. "She was strong. Hell of a fighter. We taught her everything we knew. Illyrian women weren't meant to be fighters long ago, thats why most of them got their wings clipped."

Just the mention of what they use to do in the past made his blood boil. He took a deep breath to contain his anger. "Father never wanted her to fight either. But everyday after training I would come home and teach her everything i learned that day. Didn't matter how tired and sore I was. And she would do it perfectly. Never faulting. She loved to fly. Father never clipped her wings but he didn't want her flying either. I always went with her or covered for her when she wanted to."

"Can I ask about her and Azriel?" Feyra was nervous to ask about the two of them. She knew they were mates but never got a chance to accept the bond.

Rhys moved the hair out of her face, staring down and admiring her. He loved that she got him to talk about Rhiannon again.

And he nodded simply at her question.

"Why didn't they accept the bond?"

"They were going to. There was going to be a wedding. Mother even made her dress. But then she... " He couldn't talk about her death.

"I don't know when the bond snapped into place for them but the night Azriel came to tell me, I knew something was off with him. I have never EVER seen Azriel that scared and nervous. Azriel is so good at hiding his emotions but that night..." A huge smile was on his face as he remembered. "I thought Az was going to shit his pants right in front of me."

"But I was so happy for them. Two important people in my life becoming mates... I envied Azriel for a while. That he found his person. I wanted that." Tears welded up in his eyes as he looked down at Feyre. He lifted her up so he could place a kiss upon her lips. "Now I have and when I look at him I... I feel guilty. His mate his gone."

"I understand. I feel it sometimes too. How can I be so happy when others are not? How is it fair?"

"We never got a proper sending for them. We never got their wings. I-I don't even know what he did with them." As Rhys began to cry all Feyre could do was hold him. She herself cried for her mate, feeling the pain he was feeling through the bond.

Azriel smelled it the second they entered the castle. He knew that intoxicating scent anywhere. No matter if it had been centuries, he would never forget. It had to be old. He knew she had been here before. Just two times in the past with Cassian for whatever mission it had been.

Azriel almost got sick to his stomach when they finally saw it. Right above the cauldron, pinned to the wall like a trophy... Her glorious wings.

Everyone knew who they belonged to the second they got there. Somehow Feyre even figured it out, never even knowing her.

"The trap was so easy, I'm honestly a bit disappointed you didn't see it coming." Faster than any of them could see, Jurian fired a hidden ash bolt through Azriel's chest. Mor screamed.

They had no choice but to go with the king.

***

"They are beautiful... Illyrian wings. I just had to get some for myself." The King smiled evilly. "I have your father to thank for that." He directed it that to Tamlin. He motioned his soldiers to remove the wings from the wall.

What more could he do? Azriel is dying. Cassian's wings shredded. He's turned the Archeron sisters into Fae. He plans to turn the human queens too.

"Daemati are hard to come by nowadays. Your sister was also one, wasn't she Rhysand?" None of them dared to move. Rhysand said nothing, curling his fingers into fists. "Daemati are powerful. To have one at my hands..." He ran his dirty fingers down the wings. He snatched them from his guards and without blinking he threw them into the cauldron.

The room filled with a piercing screech and a blinding light from the cauldron. The room shook as if there were an earthquake. When he light faded everyone stared at the cauldron, waiting. Just waiting to see what happened next.

Then it happened. A hand shot out, followed by another as a figure pulled themselves out of it. The King of Hybern smiled wickedly as his plans were coming all together.

Everyones eyes were wide, even the Kings own men were shocked. The woman who submerged out of the cauldron, a ghost, but never forgotten. Her eyes completely white and fogged over. Not a single emotion on her face.

"Come," The King's voice echoed, ordering the female to him.

"Rhia," Rhysand choked out. His sister didn't even look at him. She just went and stood by the King of Hybern, doing exactly as he said as if she were a puppet, and he were the puppet master. "Rhiannon, please. It's me." Rhys was pleading with his sister. To look at him. To show something, anything. Was it really her?

Mor screamed her name through her sobbing. With whatever strength he had, Cassian had to hold her back. He couldn't risk the King of Hybern hurting her too. Cassian pleaded for her also. But none of them could snap her out of whatever spell the cauldron put her under.

"Rhiannon," Azriel's voice was barely a whisper. He was going in and out of consciousness. Feyre watched as the white light flickered for just a second in her eyes.

"Call to her again," Feyre said to Azriel only.

"Rhiannon," Azriel said as loud as he could. Feyre saw that her eyes flicker again. Again, she spoke. "I love you, Rhiannon."

And just like that, her eyes turned back to her normal glowing purple and her hands were around the King's throat, her entire body pinning him down to the ground. Rhysand, Mor and Feyre, the only ones not completely hurt were up to their feet in an instance to fight off the soldiers running to their king.

"You will never be a god," Rhiannon hissed, squeezing onto the Kings neck as hard as she could until his head was separated from his shoulders.

She stood up slowly, rolling her shoulders back and cracking her neck. She turned around to see her family, dripping in blood but all alive.

Rhia looked down at her bloody hands, to her arms, her legs. Her body was completely bare. Her skin still glistening from the liquid of the cauldron. She was alive. She flexed her wings out as she realized she had them back.

She looked down at the ground, seeing Cassian and Azriel. Both of them bleeding out and barely alive. Her eyes met her brothers. He was the last thing she saw before she blacked out.

***

Rhiannon awoke with a gasp, clutching onto her chest, body flailing around in the bed she was in. She began to calm down once she realized where she was. Though the room was different, she recognized the townhouse anywhere. She couldn't remember how she got here or what happened. Darkness. She remembered darkness. How long has it been?

She looked around the room, only now noticing the many people sleeping on the floor and in the chairs. Cassian was hanging off the couch in the room, Mor opposite of him, her feet basically kicking him in the face. Below them layed her brother on a mattress, a woman unfamiliar to her tangled beside him. To their left was Amren, arms crossed over her chest and her head hanging back as she was asleep in the chair.

As she looked to her right she finally saw him. He was using his arm as a pillow as he was sitting in a chair but laying his head on the side of the bed she lay. She reached out to him, his shadows wrapped around her fingers. His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. She gasped and jumped back, eyes wide.

They stared at each other for what felt like minutes but was only seconds. Azriel made the first move as he grabbed her hand, winnowing them out of the bedroom and downstairs away from the sleeping others.

Images of what happened circled in her mind as she began to remember what happened in Hybern. "I heard you," Was the first thing she said, a sob escaping her mouth. Azriel placed his scarred hands on the sides of her face, tears rolling down his face.

"You were here and I still couldn't believe it. Madja said you may never wake up. It's been weeks. We never gave up on you. I never left your side. I'll never leave your side again." They held onto each other for a long moment, taking in this moment. Azriel dreamed of holding her in his arms every night. Against all odds, against everything, his dream came true. His mate was alive.

There was a loud thud upstairs making Rhiannon jump out of Azriel's embrace. Running, loud, footsteps shook the house as multiple people ran down the stairs. Azriel grabbed hold of her again, needing that closeness.

"Fucking move, Cas!" Was the first thing she heard from her brother as him and Cassian fell off the bottom two steps. Rhysand pushed Cassian's body off of him, looking up at his sister. Matching smiles came upon their faces as Rhysand jumped to his feet, pulling her out of Azriel's grip and into his arms.

"I thought I lost you forever," Rhys whispered into his sisters hair, kissing the top of her head. He pulled away just looking at her face. They're matching violet eyes both filling with tears.

"I couldn't save her," She shook her head. "I fought so hard Rhys. If not save myself then save her."

"I know, I know." Rhys soothed her, stroking his hand down the back of her hair. Rhys found the aftermath of the people who took them. There was at least 20 dead Spring Court soldiers. He and his brothers trained her well. "You're safe now."

"Okay, my turn!" Rhysand was pulled away from Rhiannon harshly. She let out a yelp as Cassian picked her up and spun her around the room.

"Easy, Cass. Don't break her." Amren barked behind him.

He set her down to her feet, kissing her cheeks and forehead. A goofy smile on his face. "I missed you too, Cassian." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek also.

"Simmer down, Az. You're stinking up the room." Mor joked, making everyone else laugh. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you."

"Aw, Azzy you want a kiss too," Cassian reached for Az, only to get punched in the gut.

"Finally, come here my sweet," Mor laughed, pulling Rhia to herself now. Kissing her cheeks just as Cassian did. Everyone finally got their hugs and kisses with Rhiannon. Most going back for seconds. Even Amren wanted a hug.

Azriel always had to be right beside her, needed to be touching her always. Wether that was a gentle hand at the lower part of her back, or holding onto her hand.

"Rhia there is someone I want you to meet." Rhysand held his hand out to the woman who had been quietly observing the reunion from the side. "This is Feyre. My mate."

Rhia almost began to cry again but she held it back. "Your mate?" Rhysand's smile was so big. "You found your mate." She placed a gentle hand on her brothers face, seeing how happy he was just by the mention of the female.

Feyre waited patiently for Rhia to acknowledge her first. Rhiannon approached Feyre slowly. This was it. This is the moment Feyre had been nervously thinking about for the past few weeks.

"You're so beautiful," Rhia beamed, a bright smile on her face. Feyre and Rhys both let out a sigh of relief. Rhiannon's eyes immediately went down to the tattoo covering Feyre's arm. Her eyes wide at realizing what it meant. "High-" Her sentence was cut off short by Feyre hugging her.

"It is an honor to meet you." Feyre said to her. Everyone laughed at the look on Rhia's face, certainly not expecting that.

"The honor is mine, my High Lady." Rhia did a small bow to her, before taking Feyre's hands in hers. "I've always wanted a sister."

"Hey! What about me?" Mor barked loudly, making everyone laugh.

"Just ignore her, I have no idea who she is." Rhia 'whispered' to Feyre.

"Alright just cause you came back to life and shit, and this is easily the happiest day of my life, doesn't mean I won't kick your ass." Mor jumped toward Rhia who started to run away laughing loudly.

That laugh. That laugh is music to everyone's ears.

"Mother save us," Amren muttered, shaking her head.

As the moment came by, Azriel grabbed his mate, shielding her from Mor. A rare smile on his face.

"Ha!" Rhia laughed, pointing at Mor who couldn't get past Azriel's wings.

"So not fair." Mor pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You can't hide behind him forever. He'll have to walk away at some point."

"Who says I'm ever leaving her side?" Azriel challenged. Mor rolled her eyes dramatically.

"So are we gonna be planning a wedding soon?" Cassian spoke up, wiggling his eyebrows and sending a wink at Rhia.

She suddenly got nervous, stepping out from behind him so they could face each other. "Do you still... Do you still want to accept the bond?" Rhia didn't know how long it had been she she died, but she knew it had been a couple centuries. What if Azriel found someone else? What if he's already married and fallen in love with someone else?

It was if Azriel could see exactly what was going on in her mind. Maybe he felt her sense of nervousness and fear through the bond.

"I have loved only you for centuries, and I will love you for many more." Azriel cupped her face in his hands, pressing a kiss to her lips. "I am yours, forever."

"And I am yours."

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Nipple Clamps — KTober

Word Count: 1.7k

Includes: Nipple Clamps, Rough Sex, No prep, Light Bondage, Love making, Hickeys, Cross Dressing, Mating Bond, Revenge Sex.

Dress that Eris is wearing at the end!

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50870608

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1389886544-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐍𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞-𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱

Eris would get revenge for Azriel fucking him on his own throne.

He rummages through his clothes, and quickly looking for an outfit that he could tease the spymaster with.

Eris’ sighs as he can’t find something but suddenly, his eyes land on a light maroon dress, a beautiful golden band is hanging around the waist—the same golden bands hold up the sleeves connected to the flowing gown along with a neck piece. He also notices minor accessories with the outfit, he smirks.

“Perfect.” Eris whispers to himself.

Quickly, the ginger slides on the dress, adding the golden accessories afterward. He manages to find some golden earrings in his large room, pinning them onto his pointed ears before checking himself out in the mirror.

Eris smacks his own ass, making sure to leave a mark so the spymaster sees it later—perhaps to make him jealous.

Before leaving to the Night Court he finds golden hook-like clips and attaches them to the sides of the dress—the sides of both his thighs now revealed. He

Finally—after checking himself out once more—Eris decides he needs one more thing… he kneels before his bed and grabs a box from underneath, he opens the wooden crate then pulls out a pair of shiny, gold nipple clamps. He hooks them onto his hardened buds then winnows to the Night Court. He arrives in the main hall of the Court, the only person there was the High Lady—Feyre Archeon.

Her blue eyes widen in shock at the High Lord of the Autumn Court’s appearance, she has never seen a male dress that way let alone Eris.

“High Lady.” Eris greets with a mischievous expression. “Would you mind telling me where your dearest spymaster is?”

“Y-Yes, of course!” Feyre stands from her seat at the table and walks over. “Beautiful gown…” She mutters.

“Thank you.” Eris smiles.

Feyre nods and hooks her arm around Eris’, she leads him to the room where Azriel resides then swiftly takes her leave.

Eris takes in a deep breathe—mentally preparing himself to tease Shadowsinger—before knocking on the door. He spots Azriel’s shadows peek under the door, gently brushing his ankle before it retracts back under the door.

“Vanserra.” Azriel growls as he opens the door, he quickly takes in his mates appearance—Eris watches the tent build in his tight Illyrian pants.

“Shadowsinger.” Eris chirps then pushes past him, Azriel instantly shuts the door behind him and within a second his scarred hands find the gold belt around Eris’ waist.

“What are you wearing.” Azriel tugs the shorter against his throbbing bulge, his chin nestling between Eris’ neck and shoulder—dark wings instinctively flexing out.

“A dress, why?” Eris glances over his shoulder with a sly smirk. “Do you like it?”

Eris feels Azriel’s shadows swarm around his legs, tracing up his thighs and squeezing them tightly.

“I like it for my eyes.” Azriel growls, his right hand grabs Eris’ ass—where the handprint is. “What is this?”

“What is what?” Eris asks, putting on a fake innocent act.

“Eris.” Azriel warns, his shadows squeeze Eris’ thighs harder and his hand tightens on the others rear.

“Azriel.” Eris hums.

“Why is there a handprint on your butt?” He asks, his tone sharp and cutting.

“There is?” Eris’ smirk grows.

Azriel turns the ginger around in one swift movement—he holds him close to his chest, his left hand grabs his chin so Eris is forced to look up at him—his right doesn’t dare to leave Eris’ asscheek.

“You know damn well there is, who gave it to you?” He snaps.

“No one, my mate.”

Azriel scoffs the winnows them to the bed, Eris is now pinned to in by Azriel’s thighs—his shadows still tightly around his thighs while some new ones form ropes around his wrists—tugging them to the sides—pinning them to the headboard.

“Tell me.” Azriel demands.

“I said n-“

Azriel undoes one of the shadows holding his wrist and drags Eris’ hand to his ass—placing his hand on top of the mark.

“You did this?” Azriel laughs. “Trying to make me jealous? It worked.” He snaps.

Eris smirks but Azriel makes eye contact with the smaller man—he grips the back of Eris’ head before his lips crash against his, Azriel’s mouth moves hungrily invading his own and his tongue quickly beginning to explore.

He moans into the kiss as Azriel deepens the kiss, the shadow connects around Eris’ wrist again and tugs it back up—pinning him back to the bed.

“Was this your attempt as revenge?” Azriel smirks and bites Eris’ neck when he hears a jingle, in a second Azriel rips the cloth covering Eris’ chest.

“Nipple clamps?” Azriel’s cheeks flush a light tint of pink. “What a nice accessory, little fox.” Azriel tugs on the golden chain connecting the clamps.

Eris’ breath hitches. “For you, Az.” He seems to already have forgotten his original plan—to focused on getting pleasure from his mate now.

“Oh really, my mate?” Azriel bites his neck again, causing Eris to moan. “Then why did you try to make me jealous, hm?”

“So…” Eris looks around as if he is trying to find an excuse.

“So what?” Azriel kisses the pale skin on Eris’ neck before sucking on it—leaving a dark, purple love bite.

“So I could get back at you.”

“Hm, for what, Eris?” Azriel hums and kisses his neck then chin.

“You fucked me on our throne!”

“Our?”

Eris’ cheeks flush a deep red. “Yes, our throne, Az.”

Azriel smiles at the nickname and even more at the confirmation. “What does that mean, my mate?”

“I want you… since Beron is gone… to be my High Lord.”

“You are the High Lord though?”

“Rhysand has a High Lady, why can’t I have another High Lord?”

Azriel smirks. “Keep that name out of your mouth, little fox.” He quickly connects their lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Eris smiles back and tugs on the restraints, he hooks his legs around Azriel’s waist and tugs him closer—the thin, maroon fabric of the dress making it impossible not to feel Azriel’s hard cock.

“I want you, Eris” Azriel whispers—he leans forward and his voice is quiet as he murmurs. “Your body. Your lips. Your eyes. How your face flushes. The way you beg. How you squirm and beg. How you moan….” He tilts his head to the side, awaiting an answer from the small, ginger male.

“Yes, I want you too, High Lord.” Some tears form in Eris’ eyes. “So much, I crave you, I… I love you.”

Azriel’s eyes form tears of his own and he instantly connects his lips onto the other males again except, now it is a soft and delicate kiss. Gently and loving. Proving how much he cares for the shorter one.

“I love you too, my mate.”

“Good, now…” Eris bucks his hips, Azriel’s breath hitches. “Get to work.”

Azriel nods and flips up the thin fabric of the dress, he quickly finds that Eris was comando the entire time.

His eyebrow lifts. “No underwear? And you are wearing such a short dress…” His shadows find Eris’ hips again, gripping them tightly—almost bruising. “What if someone saw you, my little fox?”

“Maybe they’d get to enjoy me instead of you, I’m sure you’d feel it through our…” Eris tugs on the bond. “Little bond?”

Azriel growls and quickly removes his pants, harshly shucking them to the floor—he then rips off his Illyrian leathers, not caring for the fine fabric.

“No one else will have you, my High Lord.” Azriel makes sure to put extra emphasis on the word ‘my’.

“Yes, and no one else will have you, my High Lord.”

Azriel hums in agreement then kisses him again.

“Do you need prep, my love?”

“No… no, I want to feel you.” Eris pleas. “Can you strip me?”

“No.” Azriel smirks. “I want to fuck my little Lord in his dress.”

If Eris’ cheeks could burn any brighter they would.

Azriel uses his shadows to hold Eris’ hips up, Azriel tugs on the mini chain holding Eris’ nipple clamps together before aligning the tip of his cock with his hole.

Slowly, Azriel begins to slide in. Eris groans in pain before it slowly fades to pleasure.

“I need you! More, please!” He begs. Azriel happily complies, he pushes himself further into Eris’ tight rear until he can’t anymore.

“Fuck, little fox…” Azriel grunts. “Can I move?”

“In a moment…” Eris whimpers. “Remove the restraints.”

He nods, Azriel’s shadows quickly move from Eris’ wrist and in a second Eris’ hands fly to Azriel’s shoulders—tugging him closer. His mate smiles then begins to slowly thrust.

“You feel so good, my mate.” Azriel smiles and kisses Eris’ temple.

“As do you, my High Lord.” Eris winks then moves his left hand to Azriel’s temple—bringing him down for another heated kiss.

Azriel begins to pick up his pace, fucking the ginger headed man faster and harder. His shadows begin to play with Eris’ clamped nipples causing him to moan loudly.

“I love you, little lord.” Azriel repeats and one of his hands get placed on the back of Eris’ nape before he kisses his mate again.

“Love you… too!” Eris moans and moves one of his hands to stroke his own cock when suddenly it gets smacked. “Huh?”

“Allow me, as a reward.” Azriel smiles. “Even if you were being a brat earlier.”

Eris chuckles before it fades into another moan, Azriel’s scarred hand begins to stroke Eris’ cock, using his leaking pre as lubricant.

“Fuck!” Eris shouts. “So.. s-so close!” He moans.

“Cum for me.” Azriel begins to pound harder—now hitting Eris’ prostate with every thrust. He kisses him again, Azriel’s hand movements not stopping for a second.

Within a few more minutes Eris cums with a loud, “Azriel!”

Azriel’s movements don’t stop as he continues to thrust. “I love you.” Soon enough, Azriel’s own load shoots in Eris, filling him. He slowly thrusts and then gently pulls out. “Are you alright?” Azriel asks, worry filling his tone. “I know you didn’t want prep-“

Eris kisses him again, slowly sitting up. “I am fine, Az.” He smiles and Azriel swore his heart stopped from the sight.

“Promise?”

“I promise, my High Lord.”

Azriel laughs and kisses his temple. “Alright then, my High Lord.” He emphasizes the word ‘my’ once more with a wink.

The dress/fanart this is by! (Not my art, credit to the artist!)

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autumnshighlady · 1 year

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SJM unpopular opinion...

Feyre is not only the worst protagonist SJM has written, she's one of THE worst modern day YA female protagonists PERIOD. I'd seriously place her in the top 3.

Everything her fans love about her is how badly she treats people they feel deserve it and her flexing power she did NOTHING to earn, and everything her neutrals/antis love about her happened in book one when she was still terrible even though she was at her best there. Just terrible all around, an idiot (which has nothing to do with her ability to read), bad decisions every single time she was presented with a choice...I literally can think of nothing positive about her that makes people go insane. As a character, she's bad period.

agreed to most of that! i thinks she’s a very mary-sue pick me character. i didn’t mind her at first but once she and rhys’ mating bond was revealed she lost all agency and immediately became less likeable. she’s the kind of character i might have written on wattpad at age 11 bahahah

i understand why people find comfort in her and i totally respect that! im so happy to those who do, she’s just not my cup of tea at all and it really bugs me how she’s done nothing to earn the title of High Lady, meanwhile Viviane is still only the lady of winter / the high lord’s wife. feyre is an awful high lady and that’s not me being sexist — she can barely read, doesn’t really know or understand anything about the cultures, and lives a very sheltered life away from all her citizens. she’s so unsuited for the job and the fact rhys is painted as a feminist king for it while he let’s illyrian females be clipped and women in the CoN sold like cattle makes my blood BROIL

“nEsTa WaS aWfUL tO FeYrE” feyre literally said she was awful to Nesta too…. then she proceeded to pull a tamlin and lock her up “for her own good”

#sjm opinions #anons #anti feyre archeron #anti feyre #don’t kill me pls everyone

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achaotichuman · 4 months

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I am officially the dumbest person I know, yesterday I posted the 24th chapter of my fanfiction, and I posted it on Wattpad. However, I only published chapter 24 and did not publish the other chapters. I have corrected it, now the whole story is available on Wattpad! It is also avalible to read here on Ao3! Everyone say thank you to my beta reader @pathfinderofnight cause without them sayin something I would not have noticed.

Summary-

She had eyes like starlight and a grin that could outshine the moon, "We'll rule the world."

"What if we fail?"

"Then we'll burn it all down."

In hindsight maybe it could only have ever ended like this. Making a man who was never made to rule, High lord. This was all inevitable.

With his Court in ruins and everyone gone, Tamlin lives amongst the broken pieces of his Court and has no intentions of changing that. Lucien, however, will not stand to leave his oldest friend alone.

When Lucien takes Tamlin back to the human lands, they discover a darkness coming for Prythian. If something does not stop it, it will completely rewrite the way Faeries and humans alike live as they know it.

Fandom- A Court of Thorns and Roses.

Relationships-

Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra, Azriel/Eris Vanserra, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian, Tamlin & Lucien Vanserra, Tamlin & Eris Vanserra, Past Tamlin/Feyre Archeron, Past Lucien Vanserra/Jesminda

Characters-

Original Female Character(s), Andras (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Original Male Character(s), Lucien Vanserra, Tamlin (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Elain Archeron, Eris Vanserra, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Death-God Kosechi, Morrigan (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Nesta Archeron, Tarquin (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Tamlin's Brothers (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Amren (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Band of Exiles (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

Tags-Tamlin Redemption (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Depression, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Secret Relationships, Mating Bonds, Flashbacks, Self-Harm, Found Family, Abandonment Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Grief/Mourning, Dissociative Amnesia, Forced Marriage, repressed trauma, Panic Attacks, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Mutual Pining, Possessive Behavior, Demisexuality, Overthinking, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Sexual Abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Horror, Body Horror, Implied/Referenced Eating Disorders, Hewn City Rebellion, Illyrian Rebellion, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Enemies With Benefits, Deep Dive Into Elain's Past, Deep Dive Into Tamlin's Past, Bisexuality, Anxiety Attacks, Elain Archeron Character Arc, Heavy Angst, Necromancy, Smut, Psychological Torture, idiots to lovers, dumbasses in love, Fluff

Part one of A Court of Outcasts, Thieves and Assassins.

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nikethestatue · 1 year

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I'm so sorry this will be long but I have to get rid of this to someone who understands me, your last post brought it all back up 🤧 (I apologize for any grammatical errors, english is not my native language)

Acosf got so much missing potential, I don't even know where to start... There are so many things that could have be done better

Nessian:

Where is the chemistry they already had in acowar? Where is the build up they already had? Why start at zero and make it all about s€x at the beginning. This one scene at the beginning where Cassian should bring Nesta to the river house and when Nesta then opens the door he first noticed her skinny appearance but then is stuck with her tatas like excuse me sir but your priorities are wrong right now 🤨. They had their cute, bonding and hot moments but it could be done better, there could be more. I think there is a reason many simping for Nesta × Eris when one dance had more sparkle than nearly half of the book.

Cassian himself:

That something i noticed only at my secound read because Acheron sisters >> bat boys so I focus more on them but yeah what about Cassian?? We learn nothing new about him and now this is a bit fronty but he sometimes gave me Wattpad Bodybuilder/Trainer vibes 😑 like where is our 500 years old Illyrian warrior, the general of the NC?

The plot (what plot?)

Do I have to say much about the pregnancy plot? like *🥲* You have already written a post or rebloggt i don't remember for sure which summarized it well. But you know what bothers me it could have been good. It was maybe a little fast because feyre has first said in acomaf she wanted to take her time but then came acofas where we have seen her wish for children (we are not talking about Rhys breeding kink💀😂). But why the fish was Feyre's pragnancy in Nessian pov?? I really like Feysand bonus chapter. Rhys crying from joy, they thinking about names and so going on. Cute moments between a couple becoming parents. Why make the pregnancy about Nesta? Why not showing us the joy and sorrow from Feysand's pov?

The blood rite was not better, ngl it was nice to read but glad that so many agree that it was unrealistic that they won. Would they have suvived, sure but win? No. The valkyries won against Illyrian who trained since childhood for the blood rite. Like okay how unrealistic you want to be?

The rest of the plot was basically training and fu€king so yeah 🤷‍♀️. The only aspect i found kinda interesting was the whole plot about the troves.

And when we at the plot,

Illyrian and the illyrian culture:

Two words: MISSED POTENTIAL. (and your post which is the reason i am writing this essay 😂💃) It is not like that we got a love interest who is Illyrian himself. Who suffered under the Illyrian but still wants to reform them, didn't give the hope up on them. Like we didn't get a woman as a friend of the MC who suffered under the Illyrian, who got her wings cut and was degrationed by them. Emerie my love don't get enough resignation. Like we didn't had Nesta training with the priestesses, why limit it only to them why not involve Illyrian women, why only train at HoW? Even why it was just the valkyries they could have made a statement while training in front of the Illyrian woman similar as Nesta did it at the libary to encourage the priestesses (and then they are not the Griel stans saying Az and G will reform the Illyrian like 😭 You know Az who hates the Illyrian and G who isn't quiet ready yet to leave the libary *me taking a breath* )

Nesta's healing jounary:

It was good but again it could have been better. Really i cried at the scene with Nesta and Cass at the lake, where she had her breakdown but there are some points i didn't quiet get. This are just my reading experiences but at the end it was not like she got to control her inner anger but it kind of just vanished like 20 years of rage just puff. Her healing jounary was at some points a bit fast in my eyes but to be fair Feyre had 3 books and Nesta only one.

The relationship between the Acheron sisters:

This is one point that makes me sad but it was disappointing how little bonding time between the sisters we got. Of course Nesta's monologe while saving Feyre was heartbreaking sweet and the end scene where Nesta is running towards her sisters with Nyx sleeping in Elain’s arms is lovely.(Both are one of my favourite scenes) But I wanted more. Where was the dialoge between the sisters? Where was the convertation why Nesta and Elain didn't help Feyre in the first book? Why was Nesta so nasty fowards Feyre?

And lean on that the the friendship between the Valkyries:

I really like their friendship, they all helped each other to heal.

But there's one little thing bothering me and i completly understand if someone disagree on that. This is again my reading experience. The Acheron sisters have a communication problem. I like the friendship between the three but it feels a bit like Emerie and Gwyn are replacement for Feyre and Elain. But to be fair i have kinda the same feeling when it comes to Feyre and the IC. Their found familes are somewhere replacements for their sisters because sisters are not able to talk slove their issues 🙈

(and now also your point that Nessian wouldn't work in canon. They are a modern AU couple and make no sense in canon. 😂🥲 But i still love them 😌)

I am sorry i jnow this was long but i have no one to talk about acotar in my friendgroup, lonely bookwurm here ☕️ plus in the acotar-fandom you need be careful where you criticise Acosf for many is this book the secound bible 💀😂.

If you made it this far, I just wanted to say I love your blog. You were one of the first Acotar blogs I followed back then. Love your posts and fics 💓✨️

Thank you and I pretty much agree with you on every point.

The complete decimation of Cassian as a character, the lack of any meaningful movement and change in the sisters' relationships, everyone communicates terribly, Rhys is an asshole, the IC are failures in just about everything, Amren should've been dead, the 'it's just sex' thing is dumb, NO ONE will ever convince me that Nesta is the kind of person who'd use sex as a coping mechanism.

Honestly, my expectation of a good Elain book, of Elain's character not being foolishly destroyed, is almost at zero. Unfortunately, I expect it to be horrible. Which is sad. Because SJM can write good books.

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illyrian-of-themyscira · 7 years

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A Court of Blood and Courage 9

Sorry it took so long but here it is!

Despite what Helion had asked, I kept training when no one was around. Usually at night when everyone was asleep. I found a way to the room that kept me far away from Helion’s room, not wanting to run into one of his lovers.

Sitting in the dining room with only Zavian and I, was interesting. Helion was out on High Lord business.

“So, when are you gonna take Helion to bed?” I choke on my drink at Zavian’s words.

“We aren’t...I am not...ugh Zavian stop!” He lets out a low laugh. Zavian and I had started talking more and more. I was finally comfortable with him for us to joke and he found me to be very wicked in my jokes.

“Hey, all I’m saying is Helion could use some of that fire. He likes to dominate, if you know what I mean.”

“I am seriously going to punch you in your pretty face. See how all the boys like you then!”

“Just once say one of your witty comments to him, I beg you!”

I just roll my eyes.

A resounding thud fills my room as the door shudders beneath a heavy fist. Gingerly, I open the door to find Helion standing before me. I lean against the doorframe as I look up at him, tucking a lock of strawberry blonde hair behind my ear.

“I specifically told you that you could not go into the armory!” His snarl would have made me cringe but I was around Helion enough to feel comfortable despite his anger.

“And I told you I won’t be kept from training.”

“You and I both discussed you could train with Aileen or Thea! We discussed how you are going to have to wait!”

“No, you discussed. I ignored.” Helion let out a frustrated snarl.

“How is it you can get under my skin? You? I have made that general of the Night Court blush and a little frightened Illyrian female can push my buttons so easily? I didn’t even know you could fire back at me this easily!”

Anger rocks through me at his words. “You don’t even wear buttons!” I snap then slam the door in his face. Pressing my back against the wooden door, I run my fingers through my hair. A loud sigh comes from the other side of the door as I push away from it. The drama queen was trying to get me to open the door and apologize. Walking towards my bed, I whirl as the door slams open.

“Fuck this.” he snarls then with gigantic strides, he grabs me by the shoulders and kisses me. I yank away from him with a growl on my lips but then a snap fills the air between us. With a gasp, he pulls away. I shake my head and stumble backwards onto the bed. Helion takes a step toward me with his hand raised, and I look away from him. “I can’t...not yet…” The door shuts behind Helion as he walks away. A sob escapes my mouth as I curl in on myself. I was so disappointed in myself. I learned of my mate and I pushed him away. Yet having him touch me, it made me shudder. Every touch made me think of Cyrus. Guilt shredded my soul at any thought of Helion spell cleaver. What he had done for me with my High Lord and this is how I repay him. By throwing him out? What was wrong with me? Everything was wrong with me. He wouldn't accept the mating bond, couldn’t accept it. Helion deserved far better than some bastard born nobody. I didn’t deserve him.

The next morning, I wore leggings and an oversized sweater as I trudged barefoot into the dining room. Helion and Zavian were silent as I walked in. I had no makeup and my greasy hair was tied up into a messy bun atop my head. Oh, wait I did have makeup, it was just black circles of makeup beneath my eyes. I sit down, hard, in the wooden chair. I curl my legs into my chest and refuse to look at the males. My fingers close around a muffin and I nibble it.

“You look terrible.” Zavian says. I pause my nibbling to glare at him and flip him off. Continuing my nibbling, I stare at the silver plate before me. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk.” I snap.

“Might make you feel better.” Zavian says. My eyes shift to Helion who is just watching us, and I feel guilt settle in my stomach.

“Why do the males here wear dresses?”

“They aren’t dresses, they are tunics...with no pants.”

“Why don’t you wear pants?”

“Because it's hot in the Day Court, just like the males of the Day Court.” My eyes flick to Helion at the last words and he grins at me.

“Have you two ever slept together?”

“Whoa Carina,” Helion says with laughter.

“I told you she’s got a wicked mouth.” Zavian laughs.

“No, we have not.” Helion says.

“Oh, that’s...yeah.” Awkward silence fills the air and I felt the need to just blurt out an apology. “Helion, I am so sorry for how I reacted! I was scared and every time someone touches me, I can't help but think of Cyrus. I want to be your mate, but I am so afraid. I am so sorry.” Helion stands and walks over to me, then kneels before me. He takes my hands in his and looks up at me.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Not being enough.” I whisper.

“Of course you are enough. You are perfect. You have nothing to apologize for, I completely understand. We have our whole immortal lives. I’d wait forever for you.” Tears leak down my cheeks. He was way too good for me. That I was sure of.

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edited by the amazing @crazy-fangirl16

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xreaderbooks · 1 year

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Always (2)

Pair: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Language (?) and angst

Summary: Y/n takes some time to reflect on the decision she needs to make and confronts Azriel.

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, I tagged those of you who asked for a part 2. Let me know what you think <3

Also available on Wattpad and AO3

Masterlist - Part 1

You were gone. No one had heard from you for a whole 2 weeks and to say they were confused was an understatement. One second you were laughing along with them, wine drunk with Azriel by your side helping you stay steady enough to watch the stars fall, and the next you had given them no sign of life. Azriel could feel from the bond that you were in fact alive, you just needed your space and so that was what he told the others.

He left out the part that he had royally fucked up in his delivery but you hadn't given him the chance to explain himself, you had always known when something was wrong and as closed off as he might be, you were the only one who could read him like a book.

You closed yourself off in your apartment, and when you were in need of fresh air you went out for a walk by the sidra, you tried out new places that were opening up around Velaris. Everything and anything to keep your mind off of him no matter how much you needed to way out your options.

You were engaged. To Eris of all fae. Eris was your sister's fiancee once upon a time too, not that you wanted him in the first place. You couldn't help but think that Mor's tragic history was now your plot line.

You and Eris worked together to infiltrate Keir's secrets in the court of nightmares, your father trusted him and because you allowed yourself to be under his control, the result was your betrothal to the heir of the Autumn Court. It worked in everyone's favor, though when you had told the rest of your family it had not gone over so well. Mor couldn't be in the same room as you- much less you and Eris- for months.

Eventually, you had opened up on the advantages it would serve, Eris was already allied with the night court privately now no one in the court of nightmares could suspect your deception. It was a whole twisted mess of double-crossings.

You and Eris teamed up as a couple pretending to be spying on the inner circle and feeding false information to the enemy while in reality, you were spying on your father, giving Rhysand everything. It was enough to give you a headache. Now adding Azriel into the mix- Would ruin everything you worked so hard to build.

All these years of faking your loyalty and devotion to your father with everything he has done to you and your sister so that you can be the eyes and ears in places your high lord cannot, the one goal in your ruse was to be free of him without breaking what you built. Eris was the way to do that, he was technically on your side and you've spoken of the past, he was a handsome male that could please you just fine.

It didn't matter that he wasn't the one you wanted because, for all you knew at the time, the one you longed for's heart, beat for someone else.

You had never known Azriel to be selfish but lately, he had made it a new habit that you weren't so sure about. How dare he? How dare he do this to you!

The audacity of this man! Azriel would cost you everything and you would pay for it, willingly. He hadn't needed to speak for you to know what he wanted from you.

What you would have given to have him reach for you the way he did that night. The way you pined for him, in your 500 years of living your heart beat for no other male. Fae, Illyrian, both, human, even High Lord at one point. No one could compare to Azriel. Your mind, body, and soul were are his. However, it was time you gave up your unofficial claim on him he wasn't yours nor you his- or so you thought.

Nothing would become of this childish infatuation you grew accustomed to. And so you worked to keep your thoughts on your future without him, a future you knew where Azriel would find someone who would love him.

A century later and here you were, clutching your chest to keep from the panic crawling up your throat.

If only this had happened sooner-

Before it got so messy before you accepted Eris' proposal and appeared before your father claimed your hand. He so eagerly accepted, his hunger for power clear in his eyes, so blind for it that he's unaware of the upper hand you and your soon-to-be husband have.

If only he had loved you when you didn't have all these responsibilities that a relationship- mateship with him would tear down.

After a week of shutting yourself out, you spoke to Eris. He knew all about your feelings for Azriel and though he was jealous, you were his- at the time. When you told him you needed to speak to him he already knew. He gave you one last kiss before making a smartass remark about how he'd be there when you got bored.

You didn't know how you were going to deal with your father just yet but you would clean up one mess at a time.

Days later you finally gathered up the courage to speak to him. It was almost dusk when you had opened up the bond and willed him to come to you. The wind brought him to the middle of your sitting room within a minute.

His head was bent, he looked like a little boy who was caught in the pantry. You sighed and took his hand leading him to your couch and pushing down his broad shoulders for him to sit in the middle. His brows furrowed in confusion as you backed away and intertwined your fingers.

"I am going to talk and you are going to listen," Your eyes flickered between both of his hazel ones. "Got it?"

He nodded eagerly, though he wouldn't meet your gaze.

"I cannot accept the bond-" From your side of the link, you felt his heart clench, "Not yet at least. I need to know this is real Az."

You could tell he wanted to speak but you knew that he wouldn't, not until you've said your peace. Tears begin to well up at how hard it was to say this out loud, "I will always love you. More than you will ever know Azriel, but I will not be a replacement for all the women you could not have. For all, I've known you never showed the slightest bit of interest in me prior to Starfall. Now I'm going to ask you- and I want the truth Az- Do you want this?"

His eyes were glossed over as he looked up at you through his lashes, "Do you want me?" Your voice broke.

He stood from his place on your couch, sauntering over to you, and he reached a hand out. Fingertips softly brushed fallen strands of your hair from your face, behind your ear, tracing a finger from your ear to your jaw. Slowly and painfully he dragged his finger to the tip of your chin forcing your eyes to meet his and you are weak.

"I have been so blind Y/n," He whispers.

"That's not an answer," You shake your head, and he drops his hand. Your voice was like stone though your nerves were on fire, "Do you love me Azriel?"

"I love you, Y/n L/n."

You wanted so badly to believe him. The thought of the mating bond forcing him to make him feel this way made you sick. "What about Elain?"

Azriel winced but spoke cooly, "An infatuation that is over and done."

"And Mor?"

"I loved her," Your stomach turned. "But the love I had for her, in that way, is gone and it does not compare to how I feel for you. The bond does nothing but intensify the love I have for you, the love that I have hidden away long ago."

"How am I supposed to believe that?" You scoff. "You forget that I've been there Az, throughout everything. You are not shy with your love, I should know, I've seen the way you love."

He shakes his head in denial, "I love you Y/n."

"What happens if one day Mor decides she loves you?" Something you knew would never actually happen but you needed to know.

"I love you-"

"Azriel-"

"I love you."

You playfully push him away from you, "You can't keep saying that when you have nothing to back it up with." He takes a hold of your waist with one hand and grabs the back of your neck, attaching his lips to yours. He kisses you with an intensity you've never felt from any other male, you melt into the kiss wrapping your arm around his shoulder and running your hands through his hair. Your body was pressed against his, adding heat to a situation you weren't sure you wanted to add to. His lips were intoxicating, you didn't want to stop but your mind wouldn't stop thinking about all the unanswered questions.

You broke away from the kiss, pushing him an arm's length away. "You said I talked too much."

He barked out a laugh, "What?"

"You told me that a couple of years ago," He took a step toward you but your arm held strong.

"I love you Y/n."

"I snore-"

"No you don't," Azriel snorted and removed your hand from his shoulder, bringing you into him with an arm. He pressed kisses up and down your neck, "I thought you wanted me to prove my love and here you are trying to give me reasons not to love you."

Azriel added his tongue to his kisses and began to suck on one spot in particular that had your knees weak.

"You said it yourself that I'm too much for you."

He paused his attack on your neck holding your face in his large hands, "Because I love you and you deserve better. Besides, I've dealt with you for well over two centuries I think I can deal with you for the rest of my life."

"I need you to prove it."

"I'll prove it to you for as long as I live," Azriel bent his neck down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

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thomasisaslut · 1 month

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Heyy I saw you were taking requests for Azris and I have such a good idea! How about a fic where Azriel and Eris are mated and together but Azriel is still going back and forth between the two courts, like he's spying for both Autumn and Night. And one day Azriel returns to Autumn and basically collapses cuz he's so injured and tired. And Eris basically goes ape shit on Rhysand and the IC for treating him like a weapon with no regards to his well being. I love protective Eris and Azriel is always looking out for everyone so he needs someone to look out for him. I hope this inspires you!

Hii! Hope you like it, it went a little off track but I tried to stick to it! Plus, I know this request is old, sorry! 🙏

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I Choose You

The sound of his wings batting in the cold, autumn air was the only thing that was able to distract the Shadowsinger from the throbbing ache in his large wings. Cursing, Azriel lands at the boarder of the Autumn Court, he wouldn't mind walking the rest of the way to the palace. With his Illyrian training, Azriel's endurance was heightened, yet, when flying from the Night Court to the Autumn Court every other day, it began to wear him down.

Sighing, the spymaster of the Night Court decides to take a quick break, stretching out his wings before resting his back against the trees rough bark.

'Our mate is growing inpatient.' The shadows inform Azriel. The spymaster groans, not wanting to move yet.

'He can wait a damn second.' Azriel practically snaps back, loosing his usual calm demeanor. A brief silence passes before he looks back at the dark clouds swarming his body, he groans. 'Sorry.' He mumbles to the shadows.

'Get going, singer.' The black mass sings back before retracting behind the spymasters wings.

Finally, Azriel is compelled to leave, he stands up. Once fully stood, he spreads out his wings again before launching into the wind. The gusts were strong, stronger than usual. Something might be wrong, slightly panicked, the Shadowsinger pushes harder.

By the time he reaches the Forest House, Azriel is panting. Pushing open the front door a few of his mates hounds stride over, one named Atrex brushes his hand with his snout before his eyes almost look worried. The hound barks towards the bathroom door.

Instantly, he rushes towards the room, pushing the maroon door open to see Eris plucking his eyebrows, his toned chest bare of a shirt. Azriel also notices that the High Lord happened to be in his own black pants, his stress lightens at the sight—but, only for a second. Eris looks worried, setting down the tweezers.

"You're tired." The Autumn fae points out, his right hand coming to rest on Azriel's cheek.

"Well, yes, I did fly here." He replies with a small, strained chuckle. All Azriel could think of was the bed in Eris' room, the soft, silk, black sheets. Fluffy pillows, the hounds that would lie down beside them or on the bed...

"You're never tired, at least not physically." As the red-head speaks his worried expression fades into pure concern, but, through the bond Azriel feels the underlying rage radiating off of the male.

"You're angry?" The Illyrian brings his hand to Eris' wrist, taking his hand off of his cheek before gently kissing his knuckles, moving back down to the spot he was grabbing before planting another kiss there.

"Not at you." Eris grumbles. "Maybe if Rhysand didn't call you back to that court every single time you came here you wouldn't be..." He pauses, looking for a word. "Drained." The High Lord settles on.

"I am a member of his court, Eris."

"And you're my mate!" He retorts. "How would he feel having Feyre go to the Summer Court every other damn day." Eris glares before adding, "Especially when Tarquin is there."

Azriel halts, a soft chuckle passes his lips, causing Eris' glare to harden. "Are you accusing me of flirting with someone else, princess?"

It's the High Lord's turn to pause. "Perhaps you have a thing for gingers." He crosses his arms and looks away from the spymaster.

"My love," Azriel begins, he watches Eris' pointed ear twitch, signaling he's listening. "Look at me." His scarred hand now cups Eris' own cheek, making the Autumn fae look at him. "I only love you, I will only ever love you." He presses a soft kiss to Eris' forehead. "You know this."

"I still don't like Gwyn." He mumbles, leaning into the Shadowsinger's touch.

"That's alright." He hums. "Can we-"

"You're not switching the previous topic." Eris interrupts. "Rhysand overworks you, Azriel, and if he doesn't realize it I will tell him." He snaps.

The Illyrian remains silent.

"I'm serious, I will winnow down there." Eris crosses his arms. "Speak with him about it." He demands before his voice fades into a softer tone. "Please...?" He asks, his hands now resting on Azriel's waist, Azriel's own hand remained on his lovers cheek.

"You know I can't do that."

"Then come to my court, Azriel." Eris pleas, his composure breaking, his hands fall from Azriel's waist and go back into his own arms, crossing them once more. "I can't fucking stand it."

"Stand what?" He asks.

Eris looks at him as if he were the most dense person in the entirety of Prythain. "Nothing, nothing Azriel. Go rest." He lets a breath out.

"No, tell me." Azriel steps closer, now placing his hands on Eris' hips. "I can't resolve an issue if I don't know it, love."

"Go back to Rhysand."

Azriel tenses, his grip slightly tightening. "What?"

"We're not fully mated, if you can't decide now, you never will." Eris snaps. "Go, Shadowsinger, back to your own High Lord."

"I don't have to choose!" The spymaster of the Night Court states. "I can have both of my families."

"I won't make you choose, go home." Eris repeats, glaring at the Illyrian male before he begins to distract himself, walking out of the bathroom and into his bedroom—putting on a black button up, replacing Azriel's pants with his own brown, riding ones when he is inside.

"I can't." Azriel finally admits. "Eris-" He groans and moves his hands to the bathroom sinks counter, clutching it tightly. "You are my home, can't you see that?" He states before walking to the bedroom behind his mate.

"No." Eris replies bluntly, almost bored.

The Shadowsinger halts. "What?"

"Goodnight, Azriel. If you can't leave yet, I will." He scoffs and winnows away in a puff of red and black smoke.

Once his mate was gone, he felt different sorts of emotions raging inside of his chest, anger, fear, worry, and most of guilt. Of course, the only person who has ever truly seen Azriel for himself has left because he wishes to stick to the others who don't.

—

He said everything wrong, obviously Eris did, it was his defensive mechanism—to say the first aggressive word to get the opposing enemy off of him, except, Azriel wasn't an enemy. He was Azriel; his mate, his lover, his everything. Eris' entire world has revolved around the Illyrian since the second the Shadowsinger revealed that he was his mate.

But, now, the High Lord has messed up over his own insecurities and fears. The fear of loosing Azriel, whether it be his family or Gwyn.

So, rather than going back and apologizing, Eris did the first thing his emotions told him to, letting out his anger on those who threatened him.

Arriving at the River House was an odd feeling for Eris, having never been invited to this house even when the Inner Circle knew of the relationship he shared with their beloved spymaster.

Eris raises his ringed hand and knocks.

The High Lady of the Night Court was the person to answer to the sound, she looks a bit surprised at Eris' sudden visit but that is to be expected considering Azriel just left to see him.

"Eris," She greets. "Is something wrong?" Her eyebrow cocks up, the High Lady looked about as tired as Azriel, having just birthed Nyx months ago.

"I need to speak with your mate." He speaks, his mask slipping back into place as it has for the past five hundred years.

"Of course..." She sighs and opens the door wider. "He is in his study." Feyre says before walking away, Nyx's cries beginning to fill the hallway with sound.

Eris nods and begins to walk away, after following the other High Lord's scent, he reaches the black door. Without knocking, he pushes it open, fire crackling around him.

Rhysand looks up from the letter he was reading. "You're here." He states plainly.

"Obviously," Eris snaps, slamming the door behind him which caused the Illyrian to glare at him. "Considering the fact you overwork my lover, yes, I'm here."

"He is under my rule, whether he is my brother or not, he is my responsibility." The raven-haired male explains as if Eris were a child, it made his blood boil.

"You have no right." He glares. "How would you feel if Feyre ran every fucking errand for someone else? What if she travelled to a different court every other damn day, you would barely get to see her."

"Well good thing I don't live that life." He replies.

"Well I do!" Eris finally snaps, his fire swarming around himself, blue flames threatening the other male. "Do you even comprehend how hard that is to live?"

Rhysand stands up, the force of his movement sending his chair flying back against the wall—the chair leg snapping. "I had to watch my mate be in love with another man for two years-"

"Try four hundred." Eris retorts.

This statement causes Rhysand to halt. "What?"

The brief silence finally made Eris calmed down, well, a bit. His flames settle back down, soon vanishing into smoke. "I knew about the bond since your father paraded Azriel around, the first second I saw him." He admits. "Do you understand how hard that was for me? And even now? How nothing has changed?"

The High Lord of the Night Court also refrains himself. "I apologize, Eris." The gingers eyes snap his way. "I do understand, of anyone I do." He walks over and places his hand on the Autumn fae's shoulder.

Eris groans before speaking. "Don't be nice to me, it makes me want to be nice back."

This causes Rhysand to chuckle. "I wouldn't mind that, you know." His hand drops from Eris' shoulder. "I will talk with Azriel,"

Eris cocks up his eyebrow.

"Next week." He adds. "Take care, Eris." Rhysand says, dismissing him.

Shockingly, Eris is not mad at the dismissal. In fact, he even smiles. "Goodbye, Rhys."

—

When Azriel wakes up again he is in Eris' bed, Atrex by his hand. Slowly, he sits up, finally getting a full rest. But, the panic soon reappeared, where was Eris? He needed to speak with his lover.

"Where's Eris, bud?" He asks as he scratches between Atrex's ears, but, his tone was shaken.

The hound moves his head closer, before barking at the front door, the High Lord was serious about leaving. Hurt burned in his chest, Azriel wanted to cry.

Slowly, his shadows wrap around him, another hound jumps onto the bed and gently licks Azriel's hand—her name was Rose—as if to say 'it's alright.'

He quickly scratches the two smoke hounds before standing up, he walks to where his clothes are in the room, pulling out a tight black shirt with no sleeves and Illyrian, leather pants. He quickly sheathes Truth-Teller on his legs holster before heading for the door when it opens—nearly swinging Azriel in the face with it.

What he sees causes relief to flood the bond, it was Eris—unharmed. Without a word, Azriel tugs Eris into an embrace.

"You're alright." He mutters, inhaling his mates scent.

"Of course I am." Eris sighs before returning the hug, tightly at that.

"Where'd you go?" Azriel questions.

"Just a quick visit north..."

"You spoke to Rhys?" The feeling of relief turns back into worry. "Are you out of your mind? He could've harmed you!"

"He nearly did." Eris chuckles, looking up at his mate to meet his gaze—Azriel was not amused, he seemed ready to throttle his brother. "Calm down," He lectures. "I am unharmed as you stated, in fact, I even made Rhys laugh."

The Shadowsinger pauses before letting out a breath. "You call him Rhys now?" He smiles.

"Slip of the tongue." Eris pushes away and crosses his arms, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

"Obviously." Azriel mocks his mates voices, causing a fake warning glare from the High Lord. "Come back here." He opens his strong arms up, Eris instantly sinks into them. "I have been worried since the second I woke up."

"I'm sorry." Eris blurts out. "I shouldn't have implied you have to choose... I just can't sometimes... It gets too much." He pauses, russet eyes meeting brown-hazel. "I love you, Azriel. I always have, and the idea of you leaving me now that I finally have you-" His voice cracks, tears forming in his eyes.

Azriel nods, sitting on the couch and gently guiding Eris to his lap, the High Lord's spine to his chest. "I will never leave you, Eris Vanserra."

"I know that, but, it doesn't stop the insecurity from appearing." He finally admits.

The spymaster hums, kissing the back of Eris head before combing his hair with his hands. "Then let me prove it to you."

"You don't need to-"

"I, Azriel, vow to Eris Vanserra that I will never leave him, not matter the reason. Do you accept this bargain, my love?" He whispers from behind.

"Azriel. You can't be serious."

"More than," He places a kiss to Eris' nape. "Do you accept?" He repeats.

"Yes, yes I do." Eris agrees before looking over his shoulder and kissing Azriel on the lips.

The bargain mark forms on both of their hips, Eris lifts his shirt to see Illyrian markings mixed with flames; the two practically intertwined like a braid.

"Beautiful." Azriel mutters, his hands landing on his mates hips. "Eris," He begins.

Eris looks away from the mark, now straddling his lover. "Yes?" His forehead now resting against Azriel's.

"I will always choose you, no matter the time, life, or universe." He pauses. "You are my home, Eris Vanserra."

New tears form in Eris' eyes, but this time, it was not from sadness, but pure joy. Happiness floods the bond before Eris brings his lover into a gentle kiss.

"I love you, and I will always choose you as well, brute." He smiles at his lover

Azriel returns the look.

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Mirror Sex — KTober

Word Count: 1.5k

Includes: Mirror Sex, Mating Bond, Bondage, Anal, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs.

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There were many people at the Solstice, much more than Azriel expected. Yes—Feyre and Rhysand did decide to invite other Courts as a way to bond and make treaties but even some 'lesser' fae were here.

And, not only that, but Azriel's shadows even reported that Tamlin was here. His High Lady had told the Inner Circle about the apology letter he sent a while ago but still, to see him here in person after everything that he has done to the Night Court and others... it was surprising to say the least.

However, with the crowds of people there were both positives and negatives. Many people could hide the fact that his arousal was practically leaking off of him, the scent was so strong that at some point Azriel had to shoot his load twice into the toilet.

Eris wasn't here yet.

The High Lord of the Autumn Court was the first to reply to the invitation, Only Feyre and Rhysand knew of the mating bond between the spymaster and the Autumn faerie, perhaps Cassian if he truly looked hard enough but Azriel doubted it.

It stayed like this for most of the night, the Shadowsinger only got more in a pissed mood when he spotted Helion and the Lady of the Autumn Court—Or, now known as the High Lady of the Day Court—Serafina was her name, Eris told him that.

The Illyrian's thoughts were broken when he smelt the hint's of whiskey, leaves, and fire smoke. Yes, there were a lot of other Autumn fae here but none smelt like that, like his mate, like Eris.

Azriel quickly made his way to the front entrance to greet his mate when he saw Thesan, again. However, he was not alone. His lover was beside him—that only subsided the anger—Azriel knew that Thesan had liked multiple lovers, he had announced it like Helion had once before. Even if Helion was more reserved with his mate now, Thesan was not.

"Eris." The Shadowsinger said as he approached his own lover, he sent a deadly glare to both Thesan and the person beside him. The High Lord of the Dawn Court only laughed before hooking his arm around his companions own and walking away.

"Azriel." The ginger replied with a smirk. "Something the matter?"

"You were speaking with... him" Azriel said the word as if it had a poor taste in his mouth. "Again." He added.

"I am here to make treaties, Shadowsinger. That involves talking to potential allies." Eris stepped closer to his mate, titling his head back so he could see the entirety of the Illyrian's frame—his broad shoulders, define muscles, beautiful, strong wings, everything.

"Thesan is already an ally to both the Night and the Autumn Court, little fox." Azriel brought his right hand to Eris' jaw, stepping closer the High Lord would be forced to face the ceiling to meet his eyes.

"Yes, but I need security, he is an extended ally to me."

"Are you saying we would betray you?"

Eris' face deadpans at his mates comment. "Of course not, Az. However, the Autumn Court's personal ties to the Dawn is not as secure as it is with the Night."

"You don't need their security. You have us, Day, and Summer." Azriel points out, his eyes darting to Thesan across the room occasionally.

"The more the better, spymaster." The ginger smirks, Azriel's hand was still firmly on his jaw. "Would you like a get better kiss?"

That's what snapped Azriel back to reality, he was acting ridiculous. Thesan had his own lover—even with liking the company of more than one—Eris was mated to him, he should have no worries, so what is the problem? Jealously. Hot, angry, seething, jealously.

Azriel Shadowsinger was jealous of Thesan.

It was almost laughable if it wasn't so serious.

"Calm down, Az. You're going to make the entire place go dark." The High Lord motions to the shadows forming around the many chandeliers hanging in the massive hall.

Azriel instantly tells the shadows to retract, they of course listen in under a second.

"I am calm, Eris."

"Then prove it."

Within a second, He slammed the ginger into the bed, The High Lord hits the back of his head against the pillow, the shadows quickly take form around his wrists and suspend them upwards—leaving the Autumn Fae unable to move his arms. The dark clouds do the same to his ankles, wrapping themselves around the pale flesh before tugging them apart. The Illyrian male nestles between his mates naked thighs.

"You have got to stop doing this to me, little fox." The dark headed male growls against Eris' ear as he leans down, Azriel soon takes the lobe into his mouth, licking the area before biting down—the High Lord's breath hitches.

"I... I wasn't flirting" Azriel sends him a pointed glare "This time." The ginger quickly adds.

"Yes, but I saw that glint of mischievous in your eye, little fox. You can't hide it from me, your mate." Azriel moves his lips to Eris' jaw, kissing the area before moving to his neck and clamping down, he sucked the pale flesh until it faded into a deep red hue.

"So? What's a party w-without mischief?"

Azriel rolls his eyes. "You can have fun without it being mischievous."

"I cannot."

"You're about to have fun now, isn't this not mischievous?" The Illyrian asks.

"Oh, Az. This is the most mischievous thing you could've done."

Eris hooks his legs around his mate, thankfully, the shadows have already stripped both of them nude. The High Lord of the Autumn Court bucked his hips against his mates, their cocks rubbing together.

"I need you, my mate. Prove to me whose I am."

Azriel snapped. The shadows tighten around Eris' wrists and ankles, any previous movement he had now restricted. The spymaster spits into his hands before stroking his own cock, the pre dribbling from his erect dick helped the process.

Using his already—slightly—lubricated fingers he aligned them with the gingers hole before sliding in his index. He thrust it in and out before inserting his middle and ring, he curls and spreads them—making the man below him whimper.

"Azriel... I... I need your cock, please." Eris begged.

"Do you now? You don't want Thesan's? Perhaps Tarquin? Maybe even-"

"Yours! Azriel! Only yours, please!" Eris interrupts.

The Shadowsinger smirks, he withdraws his fingers before sliding the tip of his cock in his mate. He watches as the High Lord squirms, resisting the urge to buck his hips to gain more of the others cock.

"Az... bottom out, please."

"Oh? You want to use your manners now?" Azriel smirks, Eris nods, his eyes like a puppy begging for his toy back. "Well," The spymaster couldn't ever resist his mate. "Since you asked so nicely, Eris."

A hint of excitement washes over Eris, the shadows hold his legs further apart, bending them up and over Azriel's shoulders which would provide the spymaster a new angle to fuck what is his.

His. The words repeat in Azriel's mind before he fully fucks Eris on his cock, impaling his mate with the length.

The High Lord was not Thesan's, Tarquin's, not anyone else's but his. However, that didn't make him not want to fuck the jealously out.

Azriel began to move his hips, the angle provided by his shadows allowed the spymaster to hit Eris' prostate with every thrust, the moans coming out of the Autumn fae's mouth was almost enough to make him shoot his load.

Almost.

The Shadowsinger brought one of his hands to Eris' cock, fucking his hand onto his mates cock whilst he pounded into his tight hole.

"A-Az! Let... Let me cum, please?" The ginger begs, Azriel only nods, his own movements don't stop for a second.

But, the spymaster moved their positions. Eris now looked at himself in the mirror, watching his mates cock thrust in and out of his hole.

"Look at you, how fucking perfect you are for me, little fox. What would others think if they saw you this way? All fucked out, completely submissive for cock."

"T-They wouldn't..." The High Lord of the Autumn Court muttered, Azriel however, heard him perfectly.

"And why is that, Eris?"

"Because I'm yours..." The ginger moaned.

"Yes, little fox, you are mine and mind alone, do you understand?" Eris nods, too close to the edge to make any more sentences. "Then cum, cum for me, Eris."

Eris moans loudly, shouting Azriel's name before his cum squirted from his cock, covering the Shadowsinger's hand with his release.

The new sight of his mate completely spent and now overly stimulated was enough to make Azriel cum, within a few more pounds he came hard, his load shooting deep inside of his mates rear, filling him up with his cum.

"Az..." Eris panted, he made grabby motions towards the Illyrian. "I didn't even get to play with your wings."

"I'm sure we can go again." Azriel said with an evil smirk.

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"It can be."

"Then you're on, Shadowsinger."

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May I please request an Azris fic where Azriel and Eris get into a massive fight and they both separate just to find each other in the place where they used to go to all the time for little dates. Then they realise they can't live without each other.

Of course! I may have added a bit of some other things like Tamlin & Eris friendship! Requests are open if you have anymore! 🤍

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Brusque Brute

It was all too much, the way Azriel continues to indulge Elain when he promised he strictly loved Eris, it made the High Lord of the Autumn Court more sad that angry. Not only this, but, he knew Lucien wanted to get closer to his mate, even if he did respect her boundaries the bond he shared with the youngest Archeon sister was strong, teasing, indulging.

“You said you would stop.” Eris says plainly, as if he was use to having this conversation.

“She flirts with me, I don’t want to be rude to her, Eris.” The Shadowsinger replies carelessly. “It’s not hurting anyone.” He adds with a small shrug.

Eris takes a deep breath. “You don’t think that you flirting with someone else other than me doesn’t affect me, Azriel?”

“Why should it? I’m only doing it to keep her happy.” The spymaster of the Night Court explains.

“It makes me sad!” Eris finally snaps. “You think it’s pleasant for me to watch my mate indulge someone?” A small glare begins to form on the freckled, pale skin of the Autumn Fae.

“That’s ridiculous, there is no reason it should make you sad.” Azriel stands from the red couch of which he was seated on, making his way over to his mate. “She is just… lonely, Elain finds comfort in me.”

“Well she needs to find it with someone else.” Eris says, crossing his arms and squeezing his biceps.

“Why?”

Eris wants to laugh, scream, say something to make the brute understand why he is so uncomfortable with this, yes, he knew Azriel didn’t have many experiences with relationships, but, he was the most intelligent man in the Night Court. Why was discomfort such a foreign concept?

“Because I don’t like how close she is with you, Azriel.” Eris explains again.

“Whatever.” He scoffs, his shadows move around his wings, tightening around the Illyrian like an act of discipline before releasing. Azriel glares at them and shoos them away.

The dark clouds make a movement as if to glare back before they move over to the High Lord, swarming his ankles, wrists, waist, neck, anything.

“Don’t just say ‘whatever’, Azriel. I am trying to have a serious conversation with you!” The Autumn Fae sighs.

Azriel directs his hardened face towards his lover. “No, this talk is stupid! She is just a friend to me!”

“I know! But, that doesn’t mean I want you to disregard my insecurities!” Eris argues back. “I am uncomfortable with you being so touchy, I get comforting her but you are flirting!” The ginger frowns.

Azriel doesn’t seem to understand.

“Playfully, it means nothing.” Azriel rolls his eyes, crossing his own arms.

“How would you feel if I flirted with Nesta? Maybe even your brother, Cassian?” Eris retorts.

“Oh please, you hate Cass.” The Shadowsinger states, his scarred hand connects with Eris jaw, cupping it and forcing him to look up at him. “You wouldn’t dare flirt with Nesta.”

Eris glares. “Watch me.”

The spymaster of the Night Court returns the same look, harder. “You won’t.” He snaps.

“You flirt with Elain, why can’t I indulge Nesta?”

“You will not ‘indulge’ anyone other than me!” Azriel snaps, he tugs on the bond. Eris looks a bit startled from the outburst. “Do you understand?” He snaps, siphons burning a vibrant blue, illuminating the room of the Autumn place they were currently in.

“Now you’re being controlling?” The High Lord snaps, smacking away the spymasters hand cupping his face.

“I am not!” Azriel shouts, Eris flinches from the loud sound, he remembers how his father use to scream at him, his brothers. “You’re so sensitive over this topic! I am not going to leave you, Eris.”

He can’t help to feel tears brim in his eyes, but no, these were not happy tears. “Sensitive?” Eris’ voice betrays him, cracking. “Why are you being so defensive, Az?” He asks slowly, not wanting his mate to shout again.

But, of course, he does. “Because I don’t fucking love her!” He snaps, his siphons emit an electric flow, zapping the area.

Eris can’t help but feel a bit afraid, he steps back. Azriel seemed to be so overtaken by anger he was completely ignoring his lovers fear.

“You sure seem like it.” The High Lord finally manages to retort.

“I,” The scarred hand grasps the collar of the Autumn Fae’s collar. “Do not,” Azriel’s eyes meet Eris’ own tear filled one, a burning rage behind the brown-hazel orbs. “Love her.”

“Don’t touch me.” Eris whispers, a tear slipping down his cheek, dropping onto the spymasters hand before dripping to the wooden floor.

Azriel halts, he instantly lets go of his mate. “Eris-“

“No.” He replies quickly, taking a deep breath in attempt to calm himself, but it wasn’t useful. The intake of air began to speed up, waves of memories flood back, the way his father shouted, hit, abused… everything.

“Princess, please, I didn’t mean too…” Azriel begins but Eris was already slowly backing away, clutching his chest.

“Shut up!” Eris snaps before fire swarms around him, crackling before he vanishes, winnowing.

“Eris.” Azriel speaks again but it was too late, his mate has left.

—

When Eris finally reaches his destination he falls to his knees, he couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They streamed down his face like a waterfall, no matter how many times he attempted to wipe them away they wouldn’t stop.

His breath hitched again, his crying shifting to sobs. Eris didn’t remember the last time he cried, he never was allowed considering the strictness of the old Autumn Court, of his father.

No, he didn’t wish that something as simple as a person raising their voice reminded him of Beron, but, then again, he didn’t wish anything reminded him of his father.

However, he couldn’t escape it. When he looked at himself in the mirror he saw only him, the way his features resembled his father much more than Serafina—his mother. How he wished it was the other way, then, his mother would be comfortable seeing him.

The High Lord of the Autumn Court hated most things in his life, his mate reminding him of his past was one, over looking his insecurities was another.

“Eris?” A voice calls out, but, this was different than the harsh, Illyrian one he heard before.

The Autumn Fae raises his head, looking at the starlight pool before him then turning to see who called his name.

Tamlin.

“What’s wrong?” The blond High Lord approaches slowly before sitting down beside Eris. “You’re crying.”

“No shit.” Eris clears his throat, but, his voice still sounded broken, wet, sad.

“Not the time.” Tamlin sighs. “What’s wrong?” He repeats.

“I am… thinking.”

“Of?” The High Lord of the Spring Court cocks his head to the side, raising one of his eyebrows.

“Azriel and I had a fight… over Elain.” Eris admits quietly, the shadows still around the Autumn Fae comfortingly.

“And he’s not listening to you?” He motions to the shadows.

“They have minds of their own, all of them are here…” The ginger says slowly before Tamlin scoots closer, opening his arms.

Eris instantly sinks into the embrace from his friend, he didn’t care how Azriel would feel about seeing him hug his High Lord and Ladies enemy, Tamlin has been his friend before Feyre even existed.

“So, again, what is wrong, Eris?” Tamlin repeats for the third time, gently stroking the High Lord of the Autumn Court’s hair, massaging his scalp.

“I already said-“

“Specifically.” He adds.

Eris nods, clearing his throat once more. “I expressed my discomfort with him flirting back with Elain when my brother is trying to win over her… he disregarded my emotions for the situation and said I was being sensitive.” The Autumn Fae notices Tamlin’s face grow annoyed at the mention of Elain.

“I dislike her.” He begins. “Azriel is being a sick.”

Eris chuckles at that, releasing Tamlin from the hug before he wipes his tears again. “Yes, he is.” He pauses before continuing. “You… you love him,” Tamlin raises his eyebrow. “My brother.” Eris clarifies.

The High Lord of the Spring Court pauses before he sighs and nods. “Yes. During Calanmai… it was t Feyre who I truly searched for, no, I was looking for Lucien… when I saw her, the urge made me bite her.” Tamlin begins to explain, a hint of water glistening in his own eyes. “I have loved him since before Amarantha, the only reason the whole curse ever happened was because I wanted to see him… happy.”

Eris nods, gently grabbing his friend’s hand.

The other High Lord continues. “And now… he is mated, and enamored with her.” He bites out.

“My mate seems to love her too, if it makes you feel better.” Eris jokes dryly, frowning.

“I do not.” A dark voice states, Azriel soon appearing across the pool of starlight.

Tamlin sends a small glance Eris’ way before disappearing, thanking him for listening before vanishing in a puff of flowers.

“Azriel.” Eris greets, the tears fighting to come back.

“Eris.” Azriel walks over, sitting in the spot Tamlin was in before.

“What do you want?” The High Lord brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms before resting his cheek on his forearms, looking at the spymaster of the Night Court.

“I want to apologize.” Azriel begins, guilt covering his features. Eris nods, motioning for him to go on. “I… I love you, Eris. More than anything, I could not live without you, princess.” His hand gently caresses Eris’ bicep. “I am so sorry I overlooked what you meant.”

Eris slowly moves his legs down, his hands connecting with Azriel’s own, holding both firmly. “I just wanted you to understand-“

“No, I was wrong. I know what… I know what I reminded you of.” Azriel tugs him closer, holding Eris firmly, hugging his mate. “I’m sorry, I never wished to remind you of that… thing.” He mentions Beron with disgust. “I won’t ever flirt with Elain again, I will keep it strictly friendly.” He presses a kiss to his lovers temple. “I’m sorry.” The Shadowsinger repeats.

“Az…” Eris hug Azriel tightly, the dark haired male falls to his back, wings splayed out on the dirt as Eris is on his chest. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not, I will prove anything to make it up.” Azriel states firmly, Eris only chuckles and cups his lovers cheeks, pressing a gently yet firm kiss to the spymaster.

“It is, I promise.” The High Lord of the Autumn Court smiles, his tears finally drying.

“I meant what I said… earlier.” Azriel buries his head into the crook of the Autumn Fae’s neck. “I will never leave you, princess.”

“And I, you.” The shadows swarm around the two, holding them together. “How did you know where to find me?”

“Well, the starlight pool here is our date spot, Eris.” Azriel teases, Eris’ cheeks flush a light red. “Plus, that male is still your friend.” He groans.

“Tamlin has a name, Az!”

“A dumb one.” His wings move around Eris, shielding him away from anything and everyone but him.

Eris laughs. “Thank you… Az, for apologizing.”

“I always will, I was wrong.” Azriel brings his scarred hand back to his mates cheek again. “Always.”

“Always.” Eris says back.

The pair stays there in silence, staring at each other and the starlight pool before them before Eris strips off his clothes, making his way into the water. Azriel follows in, kissing his lover again as they bathe in the stars.

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thomasisaslut · 6 months

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Spanking — KTober

Word Count: 1.4k

Includes: Spanking, Jealous Sex, Rough Sex, Anal, Anal Fingering, Overstimulation, Creampie, Daddy Kink, DDLG, Size kink.

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Eris’ hand lies on Thesan’s toned muscles, Eris’ tiny hand squeezing the flesh there. Thesan doesn’t seem to mind the fellow High Lords actions as he continues to speak with one of his guards.

The Inner Circle decided to bring Eris with them to the Dawn Court to strength the alliance between Courts—Tarquin was suppose to be here as well, the Summer, Dawn, Night, and Autumn’s bonds needed strengthened.

Rhysand and Cassian could smell the rage seeping off of Azriel, the jealous, lustful rage.

“Az.” Cassian calls out, the Shadowsingers eyes snap to the Illyrian General.

“What.” He snaps.

“Calm down.” Rhys chimes in, his hand gently resting on Azriel’s arm.

“We can smell the scent, it’s… disturbing.” Cassian smirks, Azriel only scoffs at his brothers words before his yellow eyes drift back to Thesan and his mate.

“And that is how my healing magic works, Eris.” Thesan states with a smile, the guard from before has long disappeared.

“That’s amazing, Thesan. My courts healing magic is much different.” Eris smirks, his hand creeps down Thesan’s arm and to his hand, intertwining their fingers.

Azriel growls at the sight, he stands from the table—the chair he was once in flying onto it’s back.

Eris doesn’t seem to mind, Thesan only glances up before meeting the Autumn Court’s High Lord again.

“Your court has healing magic?” Thesan questions, his eyebrow lifting.

“Partially, in the Autumn Court most of the healers know fire magic that can turn so thin it’s like thread—they use it to close wounds, the burning closes them in the process.” Eris explains, Azriel begins to approach the two High Lords.

“Burning? Does it hurt?” Thesan asks.

Eris nods. “Only a bit, I could give an example if you would like?”

Thesan nods in return, curious how the Autumn Court’s magic can be used in a healing light.

Eris moves his hand up Thesan’s arms, now on his forearm. His fire magic summons in thin ropes—like thread it wraps around the Dawn Court’s High Lord arm.

“Oh! Wow!” Thesan looks in complete awe as he uses the fire. “You’re right… it only stings a bit.”

Eris chuckles and nods. “Told you.” He smiles.

“You’re very… likable, Eris.” Thesan chuckles.

Eris halts for a moment. “As are you.”

That was Azriel’s last straw.

“Eris.” The spymaster snaps then looks to Thesan. “High Lord.” Azriel states, his tone still stern.

“Spymaster…” Thesan speaks slowly. “What is the issue?”

“Nothing.” He grabs Eris’ wrist and then drags him away from the Dawn Court’s High Lord.

Eris finally realizes the scent emitting from Azriel, the mix of rage and lust overwhelming his senses. Azriel drags him to his room before tossing the High Lord over his shoulder.

“Fucking, Thesan?” Azriel growls before throwing Eris on the bed, he crawls on top of him afterward. Azriel’s thighs pinning Eris to the bed, his bulge pressing against Eris’ ass as he lies on his stomach.

“I was talking with him.” Eris scoffs.

“Talking? Talking? You were flirting!”

Eris goes to speak again when a heavy hand meets his ass, causing a loud ‘smack’ to echo in the room.

“A-Azriel!” Eris shouts in surprise.

“Shut it.” He snaps. “Fucking flirting… this is the second time! First Tarquin…” Azriel hand connects with Eris’ ass again, a brutal, bruising smack. “Now Thesan?”

“I… wasn’t-“ Another harsh smack.

Azriel rolls his eyes, his shadows wrap around Eris’ wrist, yanking them across the bed, his ass now up in the air.

“Yes you were.” He growls. “Holding onto his bicep… showing him tricks that I taught you… holding his hand?” Azriel smacks Eris’ other ass cheek, his right red and bruised by the force.

“O-Okay!” Eris whimpers. “I’m sorry!”

“Sorry what?”

Eris hesitates, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “I’m sorry daddy…” He corrects.

Azriel smirks at the nickname, his cock throbbing in his pants. But, he can’t give in just yet, Eris has been… bratty.

“Prove it, little fox.”

Eris whimpers. “Can’t…” He motions to the shadows binding his wrists above his head.

“What a shame, Eris…” Azriel smirks before smacking his ass again. Eris whines.

“Daddy! Please, I can’t… it hurts so bad… make me feel good! Please!” The High Lord begs.

His eyes darken, eyes narrowing before he moves his head to the back of Eris’ neck. Azriel bites down, sucking a deep, love bite. Eris can feel the spymaster’s breath coast along his ear, his shoulder, his neck. It sends a chill down Eris’ spine.

Azriel grabs Eris’ ass. “No one is allowed to touch you here…” His scarred hands move to his leaking cock. “Here…” Azriel grabs Eris’ hands. “Or here, little fox.” He growls, a dominant tone in his voice.

Eris whimpers.

“I am a possessive man, Eris.” Azriel then shucks off Eris’ pants—tossing them somewhere behind them in the room. “And you are mine, all to myself, my little mate.” Azriel makes sure Eris knows who he belongs to, Eris grips his hips before leaning forward.

Azriel moves his index and middle fingers to Eris’ mouth, Eris complies and opens his mouth. He covers the fingers with saliva before Azriel retracts his hand before circling Eris’ rear, he soon shoves them up Eris’ tight arse.

“D-Daddy!” Eris moans.

Azriel smirks and begins to thrust his fingers in and out of the Autumn Court’s High Lord, fucking him with his hand at a relentless pace.

“I am going to destroy you, little fox. Mark and claim you with my lips, my marks, my cum.”

“Oh… fuck! Please, daddy!”

“When I saw you touching him… Thesan… Tarquin, those High Lord bastards…” Azriel begins to scissor Eris’ hole. “I wanted to take you in front of them, make them see the expression you make when I force you to cum on my cock.”

“Daddy… I-I would like that…” Eris whimpers as he continues to thrust his fingers.

“Would you now?” Azriel smacks his ass again, leaving a stinging feeling on Eris’ pale cheeks. “I could make that a reality, I’m sure they would like to see it…” Azriel bites on his neck again before kissing his spine. “But, I’m afraid you are mine, not theirs.” Azriel growls, emphasizing the word ‘mine’.

“Yes! Yours, only yours, daddy!” The ginger moans. “I need y-your cock!” He pleas.

Azriel finally complies, withdrawing his fingers before he slams his entire member into Eris’ rear. The smaller moans, practically screaming from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“My beautiful little mate…” Azriel hums, pumping his cock into the High Lord. “You’re so pretty from this side.” He grips Eris’ ass. “I love your ass, Eris.”

“Want to… see you.” Eris whines, his own cock leaking onto the bed.

“Do you?”

“Please, daddy!” He begs.

Azriel slides out, flipping Eris over before instantly sliding back in.

“Oh! Fuck!” Eris moans loudly, his legs locking around Azriel’s waist as the taller man continues to pound into him.

“Do you think I can make you cum without touching your cock, little fox?”

“Y-Yes!”

Azriel hums, his gaze dark and filled with lust as he continues to roughly pound into his mate. All the pent up anger from earlier completely disappeared into a need to claim.

“I think so too.”

The Illyrian picks up his speed, fucking into Eris as fast as he possibly could, hitting his prostate with every single thrust. Eris feels the building sensation build in his lower stomach, moaning through the pleasureful experience.

Soon, Azriel’s thrusts begin to be less strong, more lazy… he was close.

“Cum with me.” Azriel demands.

“Daddy!” Eris shouts as his cum shoots from his painfully hard cock, Azriel shoots his load deep inside of Eris’ arse, giving it one more spank before sliding out.

“My sweet, little fox, you did so well.” Azriel pecks Eris’ forehead before sliding under him. Eris now lying on his chest, his wings spread out before wrapping around Eris. “However…”

Eris looks up at this.

“If you ever fucking flirt with Tarquin or Thesan again…” Azriel’s hands move to cup Eris’ ass, squeezing it firmly. “I will tie you here, on our bed, with my shadows and edge you for hours, days even.”

“Sounds fun…” Eris chuckles, kisses Azriel’s chest as he comes down from his high.

“Does it?”

“Perhaps we could invite them as you said earlier.”

“Don’t start.” Azriel growls.

Eris chuckles and then kisses Azriel’s cheek. “I’m only joking, Az. I wouldn’t dare replace…” He grabs Azriel’s still hard cock. “This for anything.”

Azriel flips them again. “Good.” Is all he states before starting another round.

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Exhibitionism — KTober

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Exhibitionism, Light Bondage, Hickeys, Mating Bonds, Creampie, Anal, Anal Fingering.

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Navigating a relationship was tough for both parties, Azriel having to explain to the entire Inner Circle about his boyfriend—to Morrigan. Eris having to hide the entire affair from his father, luckily, he will be executed by no other than Azriel. Then, they can be happy in peace.

Well, not saying they aren’t happy. Currently the two males are outside of Eris’ Forest Cabin. The Autumn Court’s breeze gusting past the two—Azriel instinctively wraps his wing around Eris like a shield—in a cold blow. The forever color shifting leaves falling before them and their feet, sometimes landing on their thighs.

Eris’ hounds are also out, running and playing with each other around the house.

“Az?” Eris’ voice rings out as he rests his head on Azriel’s shoulder, looking up at the toner man.

“Hm?” He hums back, looking down into the deep, brown eyes.

Without replying Eris smirks, his smaller hands connect to Azriel’s chest before pushing him onto the grass. Eris soon moves on top of him—now lying on the Illyrian’s chest.

“What are you doing, little fox?” Azriel chuckles at his mates actions.

“I like your chest.”

“Oh, do you?” Azriel smirks, near cocky.

Eris rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Shadowsinger.”

“But you just said how much you like it, Eris.” Azriel sees Eris begin to slide off his chest and quickly takes the chance to grab underneath his armpits—flipping their positions and pinning Eris to the ground.

“Don’t you want to see how much I like yours?”

Eris’ cheeks flush a deep crimson before he weakly nods, his chocolate-colored eyes meeting the burning yellow.

The shadows move, unhooking the buttons of Eris’ white shirt—revealing his pale, scarred chest. In a second Azriel connects his lips to the scars, delicately kissing the previously wounded areas. Eris whimpers.

“Az… you better not be teasing me.”

The taller chuckles. “Of course not, we will get there soon.” Azriel moves up Eris’ chest before nibbling at the soft flesh—he begins to leave red marks before sucking, turning the bites into deep purple hickeys. “You’re mine, Vanserra.”

“Then prove it, spymaster.” The red-ginger smirks.

Azriel only smirks back, he tugs down the black pants that Eris wore—now he is fully nude and on display for his mate.

Azriel could moan at the sight if he lost self-control.

“Suck.” He brings his scarred fingers to Eris’ mouth, he happily obliges and takes Azriel’s fingers into his mouth—covering his index, middle, and ring with a thick coat of saliva before Azriel pulls them out.

Slowly, Azriel inserts his index finger—Eris squirms under the cold touch, even with the saliva he groans.

“Are you al-“

“More, please, Az.” Eris cuts him off with a plea, his own breath hitching as Azriel does so.

He begins to pump his fingers in and out of Eris’ hole, slowly increasing the pace before he inserts a third finger. Azriel then begins the scissoring process, stretching the tight muscle so his throbbing cock would be able to fit.

“Can’t…” Azriel finds that mushy spot deep inside of Eris and begins to abuse his prostate. “Fuck!” Eris moans. “I need you, your cock, please.” The orange-red headed male begs.

“Of course, my little mate.” Azriel bites onto Eris’ bare neck again before speaking once more. “I need more lube, Eris.” He brings his hand back up to Eris’ mouth.

Eris complies and opens his mouth, Azriel stuffs the three of his fingers back—Eris tastes himself on the scarred fingers, moaning at the taste. Soon after, Azriel retracts his hand then brings it to his throbbing cock, he lubes up his cock before aligning the tip of his member and sliding in.

“Oh… Azriel!” Eris moans, praying his hounds are still playing with each other instead of smelling the heavy scent of sex.

“You need more, little fox? Need to feel my cock pulsing deep inside your aching hole?” Azriel teases, his cocky smirk only grows.

“Yes! Oh, please!” Eris grunts as Azriel pushes in further, finally he is situated fully.

“May I move?”

“If you don’t I’ll fucking-“

“Fucking what? Huh?” Azriel begins to thrust, pounding harshly against Eris’ prostate—abusing the sensitive spot deep inside his hole.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks.

“Azriel!”

“My little mate, my mate.” Azriel emphasizes the word ‘my’. “Who do you belong to, Eris Vanserra?”

“You! Only you, m-my Illyrian brute!”

Even in a rough fucking Eris remains to be snarky, it causes Azriel to laugh.

“Yes, and who do I belong too, fox?”

“Me!” Azriel thrusts again, harder and faster than before. “Only… me.” Eris pants out.

“That’s right, my love. My little High Lord.”

Eris nods, his breath ragged and panting as Azriel continues his rough fucking session. He feels the scarred hands move to his cock, one of them fumbling with his balls whilst the other strokes his cock. Azriel’s shadows hook around Eris’ hips, holding them down against the grass.

“I’m so close, little fox.”

“M-Me too!” He moans. “So… faster!” Eris begs.

Azriel kisses his temple then begins to fist Eris’ cock faster, stroking and stroking until he cums. His release covers both his scarred hand, forearm, and Eris’ lower stomach.

“Azriel!” He moans as he cums. “Inside, inside! Let me feel you, my mate. Claim me! Mark me!” Eris pleas, hooking his legs around Azriel’s waist and tugging him closer.

Azriel removes his shadows from Eris’ hips then replaces it with his hands, he holds them to the point of bruising as he continues to pound.

“Cum with me for a second time, little fox.”

Eris nods, he moves his pale hand to his own cock and begins to lazily stroke it—completely overstimulated by the prostate abuse and his cock being fisted.

“Oh! Eris!” Azriel moans, shooting his load deep inside of Eris’ stretched hole. He doesn’t stop moving inside of the pale man until he cums for a second time.

Eris finally cums again, covering his stomach in another layer of release. Slowly, Azriel pulls out. He leans forward and pecks Eris’ temple.

“Is your back alright, Eris?”

He hums, now in a cockdrunk state of mind. “Inside…” Eris shivers in the cold Autumn Court breeze.

Azriel smiles then hooks his arm under Eris’ thighs, then under his neck—hoisting him up into his arms then bringing him into the Forest cabin for another night of relaxation—at least while they could.

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Food Play — KTober

Word Count: 1.3k

Includes: Food Play, Anal, Nipple Play, Blow Job, Oral, Rough Kissing.

⚠️ - This story mentions ED, however, it is only briefly and does not go into detail whatsoever!

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The gathering was lively, the atmosphere full of love and joy, Eris felt out of place. The ginger squirms in his seat, attempting to make himself smaller from the Inner Circle. Azriel was the only one who noticed—not from just being a spymaster but also the High Lord's mate.

The fork twirls in his hand, Eris stabs his steak and stuffs it into his mouth, swallowing soon after. His eyes are glued to the plate when he feels Azriel's shadows swarm around his ankles.

Eris looks up, raising his eye brow at the others movement.

"Are you alright, little fox?" The Shadowsinger asks through the mating bond.

Eris only nods in return, he jumps when Cassian—who is sitting beside him, he was at the edge so no one was to the left of him—bumps into him, the Illyrian warrior already drunk.

The shadows tighten around Eris' calfs, creeping up his thighs. "Only a few moments until they're gone, Amren already left, my love." Azriel states through the bond.

Around thirty minutes pass, Cassian and Nesta left much earlier, their arousal scent flooded the room and Rhysand made sly remarks that made them flee to handle the 'issue'. Speaking of which, Rhys and Feyre left after, it was too late for Nyx to be up so they put him to bed, soon following in suit.

The rest of the Inner Circle left, now only Azriel and We're sitting at the long, hard wood table.

"You've hardly eaten." Azriel states, crossing his arms as he motions to Eris' food.

"I wasn't that hungry."

"Liar." Some more shadows move around Eris' wrists before more pick up his fork with a piece of meat on it. "Eat, love." The spymaster demands.

Eris goes to speak when the shadows tighten, he sighs and opens his mouth, the dark clouds continue to feed the High Lord until Azriel decides he's had enough.

Azriel walks over, now standing beside his mates chair. Eris instantly looks up, scarred hands rub along his jaw before connecting their lips together in a gentle kiss.

"Are you positive that you are alright? I saw you flinch multiple times throughout the dinner... was it Cassian?"

Eris simply shakes his head, denying the information. "I was just... out of place."

"Out of place?"

"You know I'm not use to social interaction other than..." He halts, bringing up his recently passed 'father' was something he didn't want to take about right now.

"Shush, little fox." He cups Eris' cheek again, kissing his forehead. "Let me try something, hm?"

The Autumn Court's High Lord nods, in a moment the shadows move the plates of food away, Azriel sets Eris on his back, the trays of food surround his frame. Eris instantly realizes what is about to happen.

"We can't do this here, Azriel!" Eris exclaims, suddenly flustered.

"Says who? Everyone else is asleep, my love." The spymaster smirks, he spreads Eris' thighs with his hands before stepping between them, his bulge rubbing against Eris' own.

"So? What if someone walks in!" The shorter's cheeks flush a burgundy color.

"So, I winnow us away in time, I'll have my shadows keep guard, I promise." He smirks.

Eris sighs before nodding. Azriel smirks and strips off his pants, the Illyrian metal attached makes a loud 'clink' noise as it hits the floor.

The High Lord goes to sit up when Azriel pushes him back down with a single hand.

"Allow me to take care of you, princess." The Shadowsinger smirk only grows.

Eris rolls his eyes and nods; the blush tinting his cheeks not daring to fall. Azriel removes his boxers, his hard cock springing out for show, he grinds against Eris' clothed cock, causing the shorter to whine.

"Do you want it, little fox?"

"Please, Az." Eris pleas.

Azriel removes Eris' shirt before he dips his finger into the melting ice cream atop of the cake on the table, he smears the semi-solid food across Eris' chest. The ginger raises his eyebrow but doesn't complain.

Scarred hands run over Eris' sensitive, hard nipples, covering them with the cream. Azriel then leans down and begins to suck the ice cream off the other male, Eris moans at the sensation on his pecs.

"S-Sir!" Eris whines, fuck, that little word only made Azriel hungrier.

The spymaster bites and sucks the High Lord's nipples, licking every bit of ice cream of the man's chest until it's gone.

"Sir, please, I need your cock." The ginger begs, Azriel finally complies. He yanks down Eris' pants before stroking the others cock, he then scoops up a bit more of the ice cream and lathers Eris' cock with it. Azriel then proceeds to take the tip of his mates cock into his mouth. "Azriel! Az... oh!" Eris practically screams.

The Shadowsinger begins to bob his head, sucking and cleaning off the High Lord's cock, within a few minutes he can feel Eris beginning to reach his edge, so, of course, Azriel pulls back.

"You cum on my cock and my cock only, little fox, do you understand?" The Illyrian demands, Eris instantly nods.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Eris moans as Azriel grips his cock again, he gathers his salvia in his hand and lubes his own cock before aligning the head with Eris' hole.

He slowly pushes in, not giving the other prep, the pain mixed with pure pleasure will distract the High Lord, that is Azriel's goal after all and when the spymaster has a goal he reaches it.

"More... g-give me all of you, sir!" Eris begs, rocking his hips up so he can feel more of the others cock.

Azriel, of course, happily complies to his mates request, he slides his cock fully in, sheathing himself in the High Lord.

"May I move, princess?"

Eris nods eagerly, that was all the confirmation Azriel needed. The Shadowsinger begins to buck his hips, his hands gripping Eris' hips so he can pull the other down. Azriel fucks directly against Eris' prostate with every thrust, needing to give the other male the quickest orgasm possible.

"Oh... Azriel! I need..." Tears form in the others eyes, he begins to sob from the mix of pleasure and pain. "Need to cum..." Eris manages to stutter out.

"Then do it, do it with me, little fox." Azriel uses his shadows to arch Eris' back before he presses on the others stomach, in a second Eris' load shoots all over Azriel's forearm and lower stomach, the sight makes the spymaster cum inside the others rear.

"Fuck, Eris!" Azriel groans as he fucks his orgasm into the other, only pulling out when he knew all of his cum was stuffing his mate.

"Az..." Eris moans at the same time, his eyes are now hazy and sagging—tired.

"Shush, my love." Azriel uses his finger to pick up any leaking release and shove it back into Eris, the ginger whimpers. "I want to keep this deep inside you until later, princess, allow me?"

"We don't have a plug... if you shove food in my ass I will kill you, Shadowsinger." Eris warns, slowly sitting up.

"Lie back down." Azriel sends a sharp glare and Eris listens, he sees a butt plug in the shadows mist, Azriel grabs it and slams it into Eris' rear, causing a gasp from the smaller male.

"Asshole." Eris sends a sharp glare but reaches his arms out for Azriel, the spymaster only chuckles and picks up his mate. Kissing his temple in the process.

"Only for you, my love." Azriel teases. "Are you alright from before?"

Eris nods and nuzzles into Azriel's neck, inhaling the scent of arousal, sex, and musk. Eris' favorite. "I am fine, Az... thank you." He smiles and kisses Azriel's jaw.

"Anything for you."

"Anything?" Eris raises his eyebrow and covers a laugh with his hand.

"Anything."

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