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Imagine…
Imagine sitting on Diavolo's throne. He's leaning over you, pounding into you at breakneck speed. The breathless groans of pleasure echoing around the throne room as he ravages you. The feeling of pure bliss as your mixed fluids dampen the velvet seat. His laughter as he comments on his ruined chair. Your whimpers as he slowly begins thrusting again..
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what do you think about azriel x autumn court reader , she is also eris’s cousin, where she is utterly obsessed with halloween/ fall and she decorates the whole house of wind with spooky decor and little pumpkins everywhere. She hides little jumpscares, yk the ones that are in grocery stores, she hides them behind closet doors so whoever opens them gets a nasty creature in their face. Like I can imagine rhysand screaming and cursing her for the jumpscare and feyre just giggles w reader
And she make everyone drink pumpkin spice stuff and claims it is a must. Reader is also in her baking era and bakes so much everyday, the second someone comes in the house, they smell delicious treats. She really channels her inner autum court girl. And during fall she really only wears her clothes from the autumn court. She gets az to visit the autumn court now that eris is high lord, and she takes him to town to drink spiced cider and caramel apples and they have the best time.😭❤️
The Last Cabin on the Left
Summary - after moving to the Night Court to be with Azriel, y/n Vanserra has strived to bring an Autumn Court Tradition to your new home, and this year you've pulled out all the stops
Warnings - spooky themes, pranks, Nyx and cousins being adorable, matching couples costumes, general fluff, Azriel dressed like a pirate
A/n - I tweaked this request a little bit, and I hope that's okay 💜
Azriel smiled as the scent of candies, pumpkin, and apple cider hit his nose.
You had done it again, and it never ceased to amaze him. The cabin you two shared on the edge of the woods was decorated to celebrate an Autumn Court Tradition you, Eris, and Lucien called Hallows Eve.
He remembered you explaining it to him passionately as you two moved pumpkins and haybales around the yard 5 years ago.
In Autumn, it was a night where children were allowed to dress up in little costumes and go door to door in search of candies and treats. It was also a night where teens and adults tended to try to scare each other through stories, pranks, and sometimes decor.
Eris flat out told them when he confirmed the tradition that you were the best conjurer on cheap scares and tricks. He had told Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian of his aunt and Uncle's party and fair they threw for the territory they looked over. It was one night where your Father, the true opposite of Beron, was able to argue that with costumes and masks, you truly could not tell who was rich, who was poor, who was greater, and who was lesser.
He couldn't help but to smile as he heard you humming softly. You were sat at the table, decorating dipped apples for the party you two were hosting tomorrow. "How's my pumpkin today?" He to moved to you, kissing the top of your head before stealing one of little hard coated chocolates you were using. "House looks fantastic."
"Thank you," You were beaming with excitement and joy, flooding it down the bond. "I wanted to make the first Hallows Eve party with Eris and Mara amazing."
Azriel flooded you back with his love, admiration, and adoration. "Did you hear who Nyx is dressing up as?"
"No baby," you added a touch of white edible sparkles to the apple you were making look like a spiderweb, "what's he coming as?"
Azriel sat down, watching with loving eyes as you hand crafted each and every element of this party to perfection. "He's coming as Cassian." You paused. "And Cassian and Lucien's boys?"
"No," you started laughing. "They're not doing this."
"Oh they are," Azriel confirmed. "Sat there while the three of them showed me and everything."
You paused slightly. "Are you going to have to loan out the shadow babies? I need them."
Azriel shook his head, smiling hard enough his dimples showed. "No, the shadow babies are all yours, pumpkin." Azriel stood, walking over to the closet to put his jacket away and you smirked, watching and waiting.
You had conjured a mirror in that closet that created the creature the person who was looking into it was most afraid behind them before it would disappear quickly.
Azriel jumped, "Mother above," and quickly slammed the door shut after throwing his jacket in. He took a few deep breaths, hands placed firmly on his knees before staring at you. "Really?"
You picked up the spider you had crafted from dark chocolate and placed it off center on its web, finishing the caramel and dark chocolate dipped apple. "There's more. My goal is to finally get Cassian this year. Hence why I need the shadow babies."
Azriel scoffed lightly. "He's used to my shadows, dove. He's not going to-" Azriel paused as you looked at him, a small devious smirk on your perfect face. "You found him."
You nodded. "I did."
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Lucien and Elain were the first to arrive to you home. They were dressed like an old Autumn's tale of a phantom who haunted one of the many Opera Houses and one of his legendary victims.
Lucien looked dangerous in his black suit and cape. Half of his face was covered in the famed white mask the Phantom wore to the performances.
Elain was in the last dress the famed female performer was ever seen in, a white corset gown with a white lace robe. Her hair was curled into spirals and adorned with jewels.
Their son was tucked behind them, waiting so politely for his cousins that you could not help but melt at the sight. Or maybe it was the sight of him dressed up as a little version of Rhysand that had your handing him his first sweet for the night in a hushed tone and a wink.
Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx arrived next. The High Lord and Lady had also dressed in a matching couples costume. Rhys was in brown pants and a green tunic. He had a hat with a feather tucked into it and brown belt hanging loosely on his hips. He smiled at you as he walked in a tiny illyrian leather wearing Nyx. 7 red stones were glued in place. "He was hoping you could glamor him to have Cassian's face scars?" Rhys rolled his eyes. "I offered to do it, but you know how he loves when you do the final touches on their little outfits."
You brought Nyx close to you, and wiggled your nose, making the heir giggle. A scar appeared through his brow and lower lip, "You're still too handsome to look like Uncle Cass, baby."
Nyx got really close to you, pulling down on your dress gently, "Did you make the peanut butter chocolate covered cereal with the white fluffy sugar?"
You just nodded, handing him the same treat you had given his cousin who was squirming on Rhysand's lap, as the High Lord adjusted his jacket lapels. "Once we're in full swing, everything is free game for all of you, okay?" Nyx nodded, running eagerly to his cousin and looking over all the games and snacks you had.
Feyre appeared next to you, iridescent see through wings conjured on her back and a short green dress that looked as if it was made of layered leaves. "I heard you acquired the thing."
"I cannot confirm nor deny that there is an ancient God of fear in my home." You handed her a lemon drop secretly. "I really like the lost boy and pixie idea."
She shrugged. "Rhys just wanted me to wear this dress."
Eris and his mate entered your home next, Azriel immediately standing to hug your cousin and take their baby from them. They were also dressed as legends. The God of Death and Goddess of Spring. Eris wore a black tunic with gold jewelry wrapping his bicep as he held his mate close to him. Mara had her long blonde hair pinned up, a crown of bones and roses resting on her head. Her pink dress was adorned with flowers and pearls. She waved to you with a bring smile on her face. "How many doors should we be afraid to open?" Her bell-like voice rang. You only smiled in response. "All of them."
They had dressed their daughter in a little blue shimmering gown. Azriel walked her to you, tears lining his eyes. "Look at our good daughter," he stroked her soft cheek with one of his fingers. "Eris said they'll probably change her so we have to enjoy this while we can."
"Did you let them know we have a little room ready for her whenever?" Azriel nodded, his soft eyes never leaving her face. "We should go change, my love. Let Lucien have his niece."
Azriel handed her off before you two went up the stairs. "You are sure Nyx is okay with the shadows standing ominously behind him?" Azriel nodded, pulling out his costume and quickly changing. You could feel through the bond he desperately wanted to get back to the little Autumn Heiress.
You saw him in leather everyday, but something about him quickly changing into those loose leather pants and that open white tunic with jewelry had your heart pounding. He strapped the leather belt and weapons to his waist while staring at you. "Later, my lady. Little princess cuddles first."
He helped you get into your own costume, similar to his, being careful not to over tighten the corset you had on. You stared at the two of you in the mirror as he kissed your temple. "We should become pirates."
Azriel shook his head, smacking you playfully on the butt. "I have all the booty I need right here."
The two of you made your way back downstairs. You run up behind your nephew, grabbing Nyx and pulling him into the kitchen. "Are you ready for shadows to loom over you oh so ominously?" You tickled him gently as you asked, and he nodded eagerly.
"You promise Uncle Cass will scream?" You and Azriel nodded. "Revenge." Nyx said with a serious look. "Also. When are we doing the candy?"
Azriel ran a hand through Nyx's hair. "Soon, little bat." A sudden feminine scream had Azriel and you looking up.
Rhys had opened the door where you had created an illusion. Opening the door would cause a mist and dust like figure to appear before it began rushing towards the person standing there, deathly thin hands and fingers reached out to rip them into what appeared to be a void.
Rhys stood with his hand on his chest, eyes wide in fright. "Mother above, y/n! Why?!"
Feyre began to giggle, hiding her head in Lucien's shoulder. "You should have seen your face."
Rhys glared at his mate. "I will never understand your amusement in these things, Feyre Darling."
Eris muttered softly from next to you, surrendering his daughter once again to Azriel. He handed one of the hand-made soft caramels to Nyx and Lucien's son. "It's more the look on your face that's amusing, Rhysand Darling." He paused, looking around. "Where are our other friends?"
Azriel took a cookie, breaking it in half for the boys as their mothers fell into a deep conversation, not noticing as their sons were fed sugar. "Cassian and the girls will be here soon. Mor is in Winter with Viv. Amren is still in Summer."
Lucien rose a brow, smirking. "Still? It's been almost 2 months."
Azriel nodded. "It's not him. It's her."
"You two won't be much better," Rhys said casually as he looked between you and Azriel.
Azriel sighed, "Soon."
You perked up as the door open, smiling in an almost feral way to Eris. "And the show begins."
The Valkyries came in first, carrying a few snacks with them and adding to the table. They were all in black dresses with black corsets. Nesta had a ceremony knife strapped to her waist, Gwyn had shimmering potion bottles on hers, and Emerie had an old leather bound book. Cassian came in next with his and Nesta's son, holding his hand as he hid behind his father.
For such a loud outgoing male and a bold daring female, they had given birth to the quietest being you had ever met. You kneeled down, holding your arms out to him and he ran to you instantly. Cassian was dressed in black robes, he also carried a book of ancient spells and rituals. "Little guy is nervous over the spooky pumpkins in the yard."
You nodded, lifting your nephew as you held him close. "I'm sorry, bud." He reached for Eris, and the male took him, smiling at his little leathers with bright blue siphons.
"Did you want Uncle Azriel's shadows or no?" He nodded shyly, resting his head on Eris's shoulder. "You know, Auntie y/n bought extra pumpkins for you three to decorate tonight. We can have Auntie Fey help yours look really cool and less spooky."
Feyre's smile grew. "We could turn it into a kitty, or a carriage!"
"Can we play?" He whispered. "And have candy?"
You all nodded. "I made all three of you super special apples this year. And apple sauce for our little princess."
The boys all nodded excited, and you looked at Azriel, giving him the code to begin Cassian's torment. He made a shadowy figure appear behind Nyx, following the little heir to where you had set up games for them and little snack bags for when they got to run through the House going from room to room to collect candy. Cassian stared at the figure and then Nyx. Ignoring it at first as he socialized and got drinks for himself and his trio of witches.
His glance kept going to Nyx as the night passed and the littles played games, smiling and screaming through the House as they found each hidden scare behind the doors and collected their candy from the shadows waiting for them.
"You out did yourself and exceeded expectations once again, sister," Rhysand leaned on the counter next to you, smiling as he drank his spiked cider. "Though I would like to know why the shadows are looming over my son."
You smiled at the boys, watching as they pulled Cassian to the last door to be opened before they got to sit with their hand made candies and make smores. "Just watch, brother," Azriel said smoothly, a scarred hand running up and down your arm as he watched with a smirk.
"Daddy, please!" A tiny version of Azriel pushed Cassian towards the door. "You have to! Mommy did one!"
Cassian looked to Nesta, who nodded in confirmation. "It was a mirror, but instead of reflecting me, it was the King of Hybern holding his head."
Cassian rolled his shoulders back, popping his neck quickly and shaking his hands out. He knocked, thinking he was activating the magic to be ready, and you just smirked. He opened the door and froze before a scream echoed in the house causing Rhys to spit out his cider into the sink and cough. The room was silent, waiting for the shadowed figure to disappear, "You didn't," Rhys whispered.
"Oh, she did." Cassian backed away slowly, putting the three boys behind him just as Bryaxis disappeared. His shoulders visibly relaxed falling into a false sense of comfort as the 3 boys and Nesta began to giggle.
"He's right behind me, isn't he?" Feyre nodded, a tattooed hand covering her mouth. Cassian turned his head in a comedic fashion, whispering it was all fake, just cheap tricks you had conjured to scare the kids. "Just cheap tricks." He repeated over and over until he opened his eyes and looked up, staring straight into the looming figure of an ancient God of Terror.
"Boo," Bryaxis hissed out. Cassian screamed again, running to hide behind Nesta and leaving the three boys their holding out their candy bags.
"Trick or treat," they sang to him in unison. You all watched as the God pulled the largest candy bags you had packaged out, putting on in each bag after shifting himself into an adult sized replica of the little shadow babies behind Nyx. Bryaxis floated to Gwyneth, seeming to almost smile down at her. "You have left the library?"
She nodded. "It took some encouragement, but yes. We miss you protecting us." Bryaxis moved to Feyre, shadowy limbs moving her hair gently.
"I am ready to come home." Feyre seemed to melt on the spot. "If you will still host me." Cassian turned to Rhys, his face falling in terror as the High Lord nodded to his lady. "Did I get a window?"
"Several actually," Feyre confirmed. "You have a sky light now. It's enchanted to protect you from the sun and darken the room during the day, but allow you to see out at night and admire the stars." Bryaxis nodded, disappearing out the window and towards the House of Wind.
Cassian turned to you, "What the fuck was that for?"
You took a sip of water, "Dropping me on purpose on April Fool's Day."
Cassian opened his mouth to defend himself, but paused as he saw his son and cousin giggling as they sat in a little circle.
Eris entered the room, smiling broadly and gently pushing Lucien. "Fire is ready if the boys are." He turned to Cassian. "I thought for a second I needed to come rescue my mate when you screamed. Then I remembered her and Aspyn were next to me." Laughter erupted through the room as Cassian smirked at Eris. The two males jokingly shoved each other, smiling as they grabbed drinks.
Everyone left the room laughing as Eris and Cassian verbally picked on each other, heading to the large bonfire. You, Rhys, and Azriel stood inside, waiting for the door to shut before the High Lord turned to you two.
"I had a thought I wanted to speak to you about y/n," Rhys grabbed a handful of the trail mix you had made. "We've enjoyed this tradition so much the past few years, and if you are okay with it, I would like to introduce it to all of Velaris next year."
He paused, watching excitement set in on your face. "I just imagine the streets full of children enjoying the festivities. We do not have many holidays and traditions aimed towards them, and this truly seems to be from them more than adults."
You nodded, smile growing. "I would need you to lead the community on it. Hold meetings explaining traditions, teach the citizens how to make treats, talk to seamstresses about costume designs. Could you do that for me?"
"Yes!" You bounced in place, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Of course I can!"
"You will have to do one more thing, sweetness," Rhys tilted your chin up to his face. "Nyx will never forgive me if Auntie y/n stops having her haunted cabin. I need this to continue until the boys lose interest, and even then after that for Aspyn and this little ones you two may have some day. I know it's been a discussion." He smirked at your non verbal confirmation. "Nyx will want to take part when he's older during set up and execution. He dreams about it and has little maps of ideas in his room."
You and Azriel had froze, your mate's hand and arm coming around your waist. "What gave away that we were trying?"
Rhys pointed towards your untouched cider and the candy and snacks you and Azriel had been eating all night. "She hasn't drank alcohol for the past 3 months, you have been deligated missions that keep you far from home for too long, and you, dear brother, have been even more obsessed with little Aspyn. The last click was the baggy costume instead of her being your arm candy tonight like she normally is. No one else knows that you're actively trying. I will keep it to myself until you're ready."
Rhys leaned in, kissing your forehead. "Think about my request. We will loan all the help you need. Excuse me while I go stop my wife from eating all of the marshmallows."
You and Azriel stood there, the shadowsinger placing soft kisses on your temple, then cheek, and neck. "You did a wonderful job, dove. The shadows have been whispering everyone's praises back to me all night." You smiled, turning in his arms to kiss his jaw. "Let's go get smores. I know you have been waiting for them all day."
He grabbed the bowl you had been digging in all night and your hand. The two of you smiled as Eris told the three young boys a campfire story, bouncing his daughter gently on his knee as he did.
Cassian wrapped an arm around you as you sat next to him, "Great party again, even if you scared me shitless."
"Did Rhysie tell you what he wants to do next year?" Cassian nodded. "What do you think?"
"As long as Auntie's spooky cabin continues, I'm in. Ness and I will help however we can."
"Then we should do it."
He nodded, watching as Azriel used his shadows to scare the boys at the perfect point in Eris's story. "Yes, yes, we should."
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No Tricks, Just Treats
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Anon Request: In honor of Halloween can you do an imagine where Azriel and reader take the kids trick or treating? ❤️😭
Warnings: None, fluffy Halloween with the babes.
Word Count: 1,963
Notes: This is so flipping cute, thank you for the idea 💙
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“Is everyone almost ready?” Rhys calls as Azriel lets him, Feyre, and Nyx in through the front door. They’re the last of the family to arrive at your home, where you’d all agreed to meet before taking the horde of children of the Inner Circle trick-or-treating.
“Uncle Rhys, look! I’m you!” Wren yells, racing to him with Gideon on his heels. Nyx grins at his cousins, looking the two of them over. They’re all dressed as each other’s fathers: Wren wearing a replica of Rhys’ favorite suit, Gideon clad in blue siphons while Nyx wears leathers with red stones.
You want to laugh at Nyx’s overly colored eyebrows, made to look thick like his uncle Cassian’s. How they managed to find fake muscles for him to wear under his leathers you didn’t know, maybe they’d paid a pretty penny for the stuffed fabric, but you were intent on finding out.
“Would you look at that? You chose the handsomest uncle to be,” Rhys compliments, a feline smile on his lips as he admires his outfit. You’d had a replica of one of Rhys’ favorite suits made by a seamstress in town and had asked Feyre to force her mate into the matching one.
“You may be the handsomest, but I have the biggest wingspan,” Gideon claims proudly, flaring his wings. The blue stones adorning his clothes twinkle in the light like his eyes and Cassian chokes on his drink while Azriel’s cheeks burn bright. You and the other females glare at your respective partners.
“Alright now, easy boys,” Rhys says, hardly controlling the laughter threatening to burst from deep in his chest. Feyre smacks him on the arm and he tries his best not to roll his eyes. “Is everyone ready then?”
Your oldest daughter glides across the room, greeting her uncle at the door, twirling around and showing off her costume. “I’m ready Uncle Rhys!”
Zuzu is dressed in the billowiest silken threads of the Day Court, bright white and striking against the dark colors of the night. She dons a golden crown atop her head, looking much like the sun, looking exactly like an ancient Goddess of the Day Court.
Knox is bundled in a hooded robe which he keeps pulling down over his eyes. The toy scythe in his hand droops by his side when you crouch before him, tugging the velvety cloth back so he can see.
The three year old stares up at you with wide eyes, face stoic as you fuss over him. He calls the shadows from his twin who’s animatedly babbling to Wren now who is helping straighten her witch’s hat. The little broom in her hands swings wildly and she giggles, nearly hitting the boy in the face.
The tendrils swirl around Knox’s feet, immediately tugging the hood back down once you’ve fixed it. You raise your eyebrow, giving your youngest son a look that he can’t even see with the fabric falling across his eyes.
Baz comes racing into the room dressed as an undead being, bloodied and torn clothes. He’d made his aunt Feyre paint his face scarily, and it had been truly terrifying for all of your other children who weren’t dressed as something so gorey.
And he’d had a ball chasing the young ones around until they realized it was just their older brother. The scolding he’d gotten from Azriel was well worth it by the look that shone on Baz’s face, the cheeky little thing.
“Mom, can we go trick-or-treating in the Autumn Court? Please,” Wren begs, running over from where he was comparing costume details with his cousins. “Nyxie told me that they give out the best caramels!”
“And what does Uncle Rhys think of all this?” you question, scouring the room for the High Lord. He’s pulling a tiny black stuffed kitten from between the folds of realms for Malos, who stares at it, clearly unimpressed by her Uncle’s tricks.
There really was nothing that could impress that girl.
“I dunno,” Wren shrugs, looking down at his feet.
“I think it’s best we stay in Velaris tonight, Wren,” you try to soothe the stray strand of hair from his eyes but he ducks, wanting it to fall exactly like the stubborn piece of his uncle’s hair does. “For the little ones. Maybe when you’re older you can do that sweetheart.”
Or maybe when the Night Court and Autumn Court are on good terms.
He nods solemnly, “Yes mommy.”
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Wren picks lint from his jacket after every house, causing his cousins to burst into laughter each time. He’d thanked the female fae at the first house they’d stopped at with a “Darling” at the end, which Azriel quickly put a stop to.
The older children are two houses ahead and have no means of slowing down, even when you and Feyre call after them. You clutch your warmed spiced cider tighter in your hands, the air becoming cooler as night nears.
Azriel’s helping Zuzu with her coat that he’d been holding, the stubborn girl claiming that she wasn’t cold at all when they had first started. She complains that the maroon jacket is ruining her costume, but her father doesn’t give her any room to argue.
Jax reaches up for your cup. You’d been sharing your tasty drink with your fourth born, who was more interested in what you were sipping on than receiving candy from the houses. Cassian had even tried to help him, gently pulling the child away from you and leading him up towards the house, but Jax had burst into tears, screaming and wailing exactly like the banshee he was dressed as and the warrior had speedily surrendered him back to you.
The little boy preferred to be near you or his father, and didn't like strangers at all, even if they were giving out free candy.
You’d given him a sip of your drink and a sucker to help soothe him and he’d favored the sweet liquid over the candy pop, which Azriel had caught before it hit the ground once Jax had abandoned it, popping it into his own mouth with a wink at you before he stalked off towards the older children.
“Baz,” Wren calls from a few yards over, “Come on, this house has chocolate dipped cookies!”
His favorite treat, anyone who knew Baz would know that. He perks up, remembering to say thank you to the older fae female who’d just handed him a piece of candy before he’s abandoning his sisters, jumping down the steps and taking off across the spookily decorated lawn to catch up with his older brother.
“Basil,” you scold as he dodges the intricate tombstones that must’ve taken hours to paint.
“Sorry mom,” he calls over his shoulder but doesn’t sound very sorry and he doesn’t stop, dipping and ducking under a low hanging branch with a silhouette of a witch in front of a moon hanging from a branch.
You send the woman an apologetic look but she’s just shaking her head and laughing fondly, clearly used to the excited children around Velaris during the holiday.
Knox chases after his older brother, making it only a few feet before the fabric of his cloak works against him and he trips, face planting on the cobblestone streets.
You wince as he looks up from the ground, hood still falling across his eyes, and he shoves the covering back, falling completely off of his head as he peers up at you, gouging your reaction.
You don’t give him one, remaining neutral-faced as he makes his decision whether to cry or get back up.
He shoves his feet underneath him and it takes him a moment to maneuver the thick robes but he eventually does, staring at his scraped palms before he holds them out for you to see.
“Are you okay baby?” you hand your drink to Cassian as he passes, making his way towards Az and the older boys. The little ones walk much too slowly for him and he’s ready to take his son and cousins out for some innocent trickery without you or Az’s knowledge.
You see him already downing your drink from the corner of your eye as Knox and Malos’ shadows dart for the child in front of you, swirling around his tiny hands and up around his ears. He looks to where his twin is, hand-in-hand with Zuzu who’s shoving her glowing ring that changes colors with her moods onto her finger. She looks over, curious as to if he’s okay.
He sends the dark tendrils of midnight back to his twin, reinforcements as Rhys places a gentle hand on Zuzu’s shoulder, ushering the two girls off of the front porch with a dazzling smile that makes the old female blush. Nesta and Feyre tease him when he reaches the sidewalk, the oldest Archeron scooping the baby witch off of the ground to coo at.
Knox’s attention returns to yours and he doesn’t look like he’s going to cry but you know he needs some love. You take his hands in your own and plant soft kisses to his skin. When you pull away he’s reaching up to be in your arms and you comply, tucking him into your side while Jax helps by cleaning up Knox’s spilled candy and his toy weapon.
“Here mommy, Knox dropped these,” he says, holding the boy's possessions out to you. You thank him kindly, taking your son’s stuff. Jax’s brows furrow as he realizes that you no longer have his drink with Knox in one hand and his stuff in the other.
“Uncle Cass has it,” you answer the unspoken question on your son’s face. He peeks to where the warlord stands with the older children, cup hanging empty by his side. Jax deflates a bit and clings to your leg tightly, your heart panging in your chest at the sight.
“Maybe Uncle Rhys will get you another one, if you ask nicely,” you try your best to hug him where he’s glued to your limb but it’s awkward and you end up patting his back with the scythe.
He sighs softly but it’s better than having to go towards the rowdier uncle who is whispering mischievous things in his son and cousin’s ears. Jax slinks towards the calm and collected High Lord.
“What’s taking you all so long?” Azriel appears, and he’s chewing on the lollipop stick, his tongue green from the candy that melted away. He’s trying to usher you on without seeming pushy, but he wants his children to get to as many houses as they can so he can sneak some of their treats when they get home.
“Little man down,” you reply, bouncing Knox on your hip for emphasis. He shows his father his hands, revealing his tender palms.
“My poor boy,” Azriel says, taking the boy that’s suddenly reaching out for him. You pass him over with a pretend shocked face, watching as Azriel fusses over your youngest son, pressing soft kisses to his hands and cheeks, tugging up his hood once again while Knox rests his head in the crook of Azriel’s neck. “All tuckered out little man?”
He sways his body slightly, rocking Knox back and forth as he soothes him.
“I think we should be heading back soon,” you suggest, watching them with a soft look.
“A few more blocks, love, and then we can go home,” Azriel offers as you two bring up the rear to the group, the rest of your family walking ahead. “We’ll help the little ones to bed and then I’ll show you some tricks and get my treat.” The spymaster winks and you bite back the grin of excitement threatening to split your face in two.
You can hardly wait.
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Loved that Girls night out HC…now , can u please reverse the roles and make it Bat Boys night out and our 3 baby boys talking about their Love of lives 🥹❤️
Ooooh omg, of course🥹❤️
now we have Az, Rhys and Cassian sitting in the living room of the House of Wind, sipping some fine whiskey, chatting about politics at first before Rhys brings up something about Feyre and then convo takes a big turn
he shows Az and Cass a mental imagine of a drawing that Feyre has recently made
"you like it?"
"I love it brother, our High Lady really has a lot of talent."
a proud rumble leaves Rhys and he grins
Cass grins as well because he remembers who else has a lot of talent and has shown this in the last weeks
he nudges Az with his knee, who looks up from his glass and smiles
he has already been thinking of you
Cassian grins and leans back on the couch
"Nes and Y/N are doing incredibly in training, you should have seen them."
Azriel is filled with purely male pride, thinking of you, how well you do during training and how damn fine you look in your training attire
he smiles to himself when he takes another sip from his whiskey
it is then that Cass reaches over and clasps Az's shoulder in his large hand, squeezing tightly
"we are lucky males, huh? all of us mated to those amazing females."
Azriel nods frantically, "the luckiest."
he smiles and lifts his gaze and then looks at Cass
all three of them are incredibly happy that they all have found their mates
and for a moment longer the talk about how much each one of them loves their mate
Rhys talks about Feyre and Nyx, about what an amazing mother she is
Cassian talks about how many things him and Nes actually have in common and how much he loves those evenings where they are cuddling on the couch reading
Azriel mentions that what he loves the most is talking to you
about everything and anything
sometimes these are silly conversations, sometimes serious ones but he just loves listening to you, talking to you, hearing your mellifluous voice
and since we had this discussion at the girls night as well...
Cassian suddenly cackles and throws his head back
"Nes asked me the other day if the thing about wingspans is really true."
to that Azriel laughs loudly before tipping his glass to his lips and downing the content
Cass also drinks from his glass and continues, "I told her that she should know the answer."
Rhys, clearly amused, raises a brow
"well, my Feyre darling knows it is true and also who got the–"
"me!" Cassian says confidently, winking at Rhys
both Rhys and Az roar and shake their heads at Cass
"that is not what the females say. maybe they should ask Y/N"
Azriel shakes his head again, no wondering if you talk about such things with your friends
"you think they talk about such things?"
"of course."
it makes all three of them laugh again and when more liquor flows the talks return to a little more sentimental and emotional talks, all three of them once talking about how much they love you
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What a Smile’s Worth
Chapter 2 - Azriel
Summary: Almost two years after the events of Solstice, Elain comforts Azriel after he reaches a breaking point.
My love letter to Azriel. ❤️ Thank you for reading, and hugs to anyone reading this who’s struggling.
For Elriel Month 2023
Read on A03
“I still can’t believe it,” Elain murmured softly in wonder, staring at her sister across from her, both of them tucked underneath the covers of Elain’s old bed in the House of Wind.
“A baby, your baby.”
Nesta’s smile was radiant in the dark of the room, as bright as the silver moonlight seeping in the open windows. Even the house seemed to sigh in contentment at Nesta’s happiness, as the airy curtains fluttered in a non-existent breeze of the late autumn evening.
“I’m so happy,” Nesta confessed, her grin wide as the covers moved where the eldest Acheron reached down to the slight swell of her belly. “Happier than I ever imagined to be possible.”
Elain smiled back at her, beaming, although she hoped Nesta would not see the hint of tightness that was held in the back of her jaw. A hidden pang of jealousy that had struck her when Nesta shared the news with her earlier that night, the two of them sharing an evening at the House of Wind while Cassian was away at Windhaven.
“I am happy for you,” Elain spoke honestly, “For you and Feyre, both.”
Her first nephew had grown taller and more brash with each day, tiny wings growing fuller and wilder over the past two years. Nyx’s proud parents watching in awe as he stumbled around and flapped his small wings for balance.
Over the past almost two years, Nesta and Elain had grown closer, and the two of them with Feyre as well. Nesta could now read more clearly what her sisters were thinking - what their tells were.
In Elain’s case, the tightness that pulled at the back of her jaw, making her full lips stretch ever so slightly when she was upset.
Nesta was about to say something, to offer some vague reassurance without admitting that she might know more than she let on, when Elain froze, her brown eyes widening as she looked past Nesta to the closed door of the room.
Elain felt it as strongly as if a slammed door had rattled the house. A certain blanket of quiet that settled over the place - not a sound, but rather, the absence of it.
She had always been able to sense him before any of the others. Had always been able to see him, even when he didn’t wish to be seen.
Her eyes flicked to her older sister, who was watching her curiously.
“Azriel’s here?” Elain asked in a soft voice. Holding her breath as she awaited the answer.
Nesta gave her a strange look.
“I didn’t hear anything,” she responded cautiously, but at something in the look in Elain’s eyes, Nesta turned, looking up as she addressed the House itself.
“How many of us walk these halls?” Nesta inquired quietly.
The sisters fell silent, waiting for the House to respond. If anyone had told Elain when she was still human that she would one day be talking to a house, she would have thought them mad.
And then, movement.
A bell hung beside the door began to ring softly, as if an invisible hand had pulled its velvet cord.
One toll. Then a second.
Elain held her breath.
And then a third. The bell fell silent.
“I suppose he is, then.”
Nesta broke the silence as she looked at Elain curiously.
The House’s answer was proven true when a moment later the sound of glass clinking and a rush of liquor from a bottle floated to them from the direction of the library just down the corridor.
“He isn’t here much, is he?” Elain whispered, so softly that Nesta could barely make out her words.
She could hardly bear to say his name.
It was as if a hand was wrapped around Elain’s heart and squeezing. Each day she felt it, its grip growing tighter and tighter. She no longer woke with a smile on her face, but breathless, as if she had run a great distance in her dreams. Sometimes following a nightmare where she indeed had been running after someone. A hand, moreover, that had dropped hers and disappeared into the cool mist of the evening.
And then when she tried to give chase to the male in her dreams, in the garden of the townhouse, she would inevitably lose him in a tangle of thick brambles and thorns, ivy blocking her way in a maze of overgrown hedges.
She never had to question what those dreams meant, as those same thoughts filled her mind each day as she searched for him at the dinner table, in the skies, in the streets of Velaris.
He was never quite close enough to touch. Not after that night.
And oh, how it made her angry. That the male she had handed her shattered heart to in an open box had put it back together so lovingly only to smash it right back on the ground.
She hadn’t thought him to be so careless.
As if Nesta saw the conflicting emotions fluttering across Elain’s face, she cleared her throat slightly, and then spoke, in a voice so surprisingly gentle that Elain sometimes wondered if it was reserved solely for her.
“He isn’t well, Elain.”
Elain’s breath caught in her throat as her heart warred over whether to be concerned or selfishly smug.
“He hasn’t been well for a while now.”
In the end, her stubborn, lingering love for him overcame - as it probably always would.
“How so?” Elain whispered back, her pulse beating wildly in her neck as she awaited Nesta’s response.
Nesta hesitated, as if wondering if it was proper to reveal more information about the shadowsinger’s condition to her sister. Weighing the secret that she knew went unspoken between them, but remained all the same.
As the world was round, so did Elain love Azriel. And so Azriel loved Elain.
“He’s barely slept, or eaten properly in months,” Nesta confided carefully, watching her sister’s expression. Brown eyes glittering in the dark back at her. “He barely speaks to Cassian or I at all anymore. It’s only gotten worse.”
Elain felt lightheaded, as if the earth itself were spinning faster even as they laid in bed.
So she hadn’t been presumptuous then, to take notice of how the spymaster had changed since that Solstice night. When everything had been broken between them. No, others had taken notice as well.
And here he was, down the hall from her. Only her sister in the house, who she knew would not stop her if she went to him.
It might be the only chance she had to see him, even as her broken heart still pierced her chest from the inside, shards of glass still pressing against her ribs as she awoke each morning, and as she laid awake long into the night as she replayed that Solstice over and over again in her mind.
“Go,” Nesta urged with a whisper.
Elain looked back at her older sister in shock. Nesta’s blue gray eyes insistent in the dark.
As if to urge her further, Nesta pulled the blankets back from over the top of Elain. A whip of cool air struck her skin, leaving her bare flesh pebbled with goosebumps. The house eerily quiet once more besides their fervent whispers.
Elain had no words, and she wasn’t yet sure if she should thank Nesta. Unsure of what she would find of the spymaster who she had once thought she had known so well.
…..
- Azriel -
It had been three days. Three days of torturing a high-ranking general of the human queens, who may or may not know something about the death god who had continued to slip through their fingers.
Rhysand was becoming desperate. His son was now a toddler, but just as innocent and hunted as the day he had been born.
The High Lord of the Night Court would take no chances, accept no odds that Koschei and the human queens could obliterate their fragile peace. Rhysand would spare nothing when it came to his family.
Which meant that Azriel could take no chances. Azriel could spare nothing.
What many did not understand about his position, about his work, about torture… was that to break someone, to truly infiltrate their deepest held secrets, you often broke right alongside them.
While the prisoner had barely been allowed to eat, sleep, or drink for three days, so had Azriel suffered the same. Truthteller remained a constant presence in the damp of the cell, slicing through muscles and skin and when they healed, doing it all over again.
The prisoner had broken, eventually. Providing a small piece of intel that could help them follow the ghost of a lead of how to defeat a death god.
But what the cost had been, beyond the dead body now rotting on the floor of the keep in the deepest chambers tucked away in the Court of Nightmares… well, no one had ever bothered to ask.
When Azriel had landed clumsily and opened the balcony door to the House of Wind, he had nearly stumbled back over the threshold.
She was here.
She was somewhere in the house, he realized, as he breathed in her scent of jasmine and honey like a man starved. Because truly he had been, for nearly two years.
The House seemed even more alive with her in it, he thought to himself as he made his way inside. Though he knew he should turn right back around and leave, put as much distance between her and him as possible, he found his tired legs leading him further inside the house, to the library, close to the quarters where Elain and Nesta had once slept after first being Made.
There would be alcohol in the library, in a small bar cart filled with finer reserves not offered in large enough quantities to occupy the typical service stations around the house.
If he could just be in the same house as her, asleep down the hall from her for the first time in over two years, maybe he could find rest. Maybe he could stave off the nightmares as he let her scent wash over him, along with the memory of her smile, better yet maybe the distant sound of her laughter.
Shadows twisted around him as he reached for the decanter, their master lost in his thoughts of the female who had shed light on his dark heart like the sun itself.
His hand shook as he brought the full glass to his lips. Specks of blood dotted the ridges of his scarred flesh, reaching all the way past his elbows.
This would prolong sleep, for just a little while. After what he had spent the prior three days doing, it would most likely be inevitable that he could seek peace in his dreams.
The nightmares had never stopped. Subsided perhaps, especially after the days spent under the sun in the garden, when his mind had been blissfully distracted by soft conversations filled with dreams and flowers and hope.
But they had returned, as they always did. Following the ebb and flow of over 500 years.
It always began the same.
Azriel, seeing through the eyes of the boy he once was - before he was a shadowsinger, before he was part of the Inner Circle. Before he knew just how cruel one creature could be to another.
And through his young eyes, he once again felt the mind-numbing, life-altering pain of flame clinging to oil upon his soft skin. The small, delicate hands of a child, chained to a wall where they burned and smoldered in front of him, smoke curling up and blinding him. The smell of charred flesh so nauseating that he had thrown up on himself, wet himself.
How he had wished his young life would end in that moment. Snuffed out like a candle, so that he could find peace away from the light of the fire.
But when the smoke cleared, in his nightmare, it was not his half brothers who stood before him.
No, it was himself, as he was now.
Adult Azriel glowered down at him, shadows wreathing his towering form as he watched his younger self burn and thrash and cry for help. His eyes empty of any empathy, any compassion or care.
The same eyes he recognized from staring in the mirror each morning, scarred hands braced against the sink as his mouth turned downward at his reflection.
Standing behind him, with a hand on the older Azriel’s shoulder, would be Rhys’ father. The former High Lord whispering in the shadowsinger’s ear.
“No mercy.”
And then as young Azriel he would blink, and Rhysand’s father’s face would shift ever so sublety, revealing someone else in his place. Stormy violet eyes with a dark smirk. Rhysand taking the stead of his father, his hand still clasped on the torture master’s shoulder.
In the dream, he cowered before that look, and the words that his High Lord commanded of the shadowsinger at his beck and call. Rhys turning his mouth to whisper in his adult self’s ear while reaching to unsheathe the gleaming dagger at the spymaster’s side. The cold metal reflecting the firelit flesh of his boyhood hands as he screamed.
“Don’t stop until you break him.”
……
Elain had never really given the age of the Illyrians a second thought, as they looked so similar in physical maturity to her and her sisters.
But as she silently watched Azriel throw back the three fingers of whiskey and sit heavily on the sofa in the shadowed portion of the room, she could see his 500 years wearing on him more than ever before. As if a weight had been slung over his shoulders, pulling him down to the ground, his wings dragging behind him.
He all but collapsed when he sat, resting the empty glass on the table in front of him and folding in on himself, elbows braced on his knees as he stared at the ground.
Without a second thought, Elain began to cross the room. Her bare feet silent on the thick carpet as she made her way to where he sat on the couch, head held heavy in his hands. Shadows blanketing him, sluggishly drifting over his hunched form as if they, too, were exhausted.
His darkness did not frighten her. The emptiness in his eyes did not scare her away.
So Elain sat, the skirt of her wispy nightgown floating around her as she quietly took a seat next to Azriel. The only sound in the room the ticking of the grandfather clock, as steady as a heartbeat.
Azriel said nothing, and did not object to her presence.
Her heart pounded in her chest at being so close to him - closer than she had been in nearly two years.
Sitting beside him, she did see the male who had left her heartbroken in the hallway of the River House, her hand clutching her heart to keep the pieces of it from falling at her feet.
But more than that, Elain also saw the male who had led her out of the darkness, his hand in hers. A kindred spirit; a familiar soul that had seemed to understand the depths of hers from the very beginning.
Elain could not leave that man behind.
She turned to him and reached out a trembling hand, lifting his chin from where his head rested heavy in his hands. Guiding him to lean his weight into her, his body warm and solid as he shifted so that his head was now resting on her shoulder.
His much larger body relaxed into hers, his shadows stilling and then fading slightly as she held the shadowsinger.
What a wonder it was, that someone so soft could soothe his sharp edges. What a miracle that he could find comfort in such a small gesture, an insignificant moment of his head finding a resting place in the crook of her neck. Her own steady pulse a guide for his racing one.
When he did not move, but rather melted into her body like a quiet sigh, she moved again, this time to push back his dark hair from where it fell over his eyes so that she could brush a chaste kiss against his forehead.
A kiss without expectation, or agenda, except to console. To soothe a weary soul who ached for the simplest of comforts.
At the touch of her lips to his skin, at the tenderness in which she held him in her arms, Azriel’s eyes closed of their own volition.
He was warm, beneath her lips, as if he was running a fever. The pulse in his neck audible, beating wildly.
Elain moved to take his hand in hers. Unbound curls curtaining her face as she bent down to ghost her lips against his shaking, blood-dotted fingers.
Azriel let out a warning growl and sharply pulled his hands from hers. Elain moved back in shock, eyes wide.
Violent pain churned in his hazel irises, his expression dark as he turned away from her own.
“You say they are beautiful.”
Azriel gestured to his hands, his beautiful face twisting with disgust. “But all I see is a reminder that I’m now the one pouring the oil, and striking the match.”
The room went quiet.
Elain wondered if he expected her to get up and leave, at his words.
But she wasn’t frightened of him, and had never been so. She didn’t see his admission as a door being closed, but rather, a window being opened to the thoughts he so rarely let others close enough to see.
Elain’s eyes bared into his as she remained.
“If Rhys offered you a different role in the Night Court, would you take it?” She asked, voice low.
Azriel said nothing, gaze still locked on his trembling hands now held in his lap.
“You would,” Elain murmured assuredly. “I know you, Azriel. You would, if given the chance. You would have never taken this role if it had not been for Rhys’ father.”
She reached once more for Azriel’s hands, slowly taking them in hers, delicate fingers tracing the fissures of his scars and the tops of his knuckles and the deep grooves in his palms.
Elain stared at them as if they were the most wondrous things she had ever laid eyes upon. Because in many ways, they were.
As she caressed his scarred hands, she spoke a truth that she had held in her heart for years but had never had the chance to share.
“You want to know why I think they are beautiful?”
She spoke breathily, and did not leave a pause for his response, or a chance for him to take his hands away once again.
“These hands have healed.”
Azriel could only watch in quiet amazement at the gentleness in which she held him. The hands that had killed a male not three hours before.
But Elain did have a penchant for seeing the things that others did not.
“They have carried an innocent human girl to safety. They have taught my sister how to grow wings and fly.”
Elain’s eyes lit up in wonderment at the thought, at how beautiful that moment must have been - the picture of it in her mind nearly stole her breath away. Her baby sister, feeling the song of the wind - finding freedom in the skies after all that she had endured.
“These hands took me into the garden for the very first time, and made tea for me day after day, just the way I like. These hands have cradled an infant child.”
Seeing Azriel hold Nyx, the look of fear in his eyes as his scarred flesh had held the future of the Night Court, had brought tears to her eyes so quickly that she had had to turn away and slip from the room. Because she knew, in that moment, that he had felt unworthy of his skin even brushing against the babe.
The smell of salt filled the air, and Elain looked up.
At some point after she had started talking, silent tears had begun to fall from Azriel’s hazel eyes, dripping silently and mingling with the drops of blood still staining his clothes.
Elain gave him a small smile, her mouth trembling as she spoke her final truth.
“These hands cared for me, when no one else took the time.”
She gave them a gentle squeeze between hers, the warmth of her skin washing over his like the light of the sun.
With a whisper, she concluded, “These hands touched me in ways that I wished you would never stop.”
Azriel closed his eyes tightly, body shaking slightly as he sat next to her on the couch. The room silent once more, as another quiet tear slipped down his golden cheek. And then another.
She knew that he was too exhausted to offer her any words or truths in return that night, and she did not expect it of him. That was not the purpose, in sharing what she did.
“I’m staying,” she murmured, as she tugged them back further on the sofa, tucking herself into his side as she pressed a gentle hand to his chest. “Sleep. I’ll watch over you.”
He had no energy to argue with such an offer, and so Azriel closed his eyes. Sleep finding him sooner than he ever expected.
Elain watched over him as she promised, observing the slowing of his breath and the evening of his pulse. The gentle rise and fall of his ribs beneath her palm.
No matter what she was to him, she knew that she would always love him. And maybe that was how she had finally come to understand the feelings he had held for Mor, after 500 years - even if he had finally accepted that they would never be together, he would always hold that place in his heart for her.
Azriel had seen her when no one else had. Had taken the time, when no one else had. Had pieced her back together, smile by smile. How could she not love him, after that?
Elain knew she would not help him find his peace after one night. But she could be patient. She could be there, as he was for her.
One smile at a time.
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#elriel#elain archeron#acotar fanfiction#pro elriel#azriel#pro elain#elain x azriel#elriel fanfiction#azriel shadowsinger#elriel fic#acotar
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I'm sorry, this is long and I'm blending pride and disability pride but:
Mtf trans Nerdanel and ftm Fëanor, post Second Singing - Fëanor still has scars, most obviously the burn scars on the left side of his face, going from his hairline and running down, covering his eye
- Nyx ❤️
Thank you for the ask! I'm absolutely up for drawing characters who are both disabled and queer! I love the idea of T4T Nerdanel and Fëanor.
I think this is during Dagor Dagorath, when they have only just reunited and are watching the world burn.
Forgiveness, can you imagine?
[ID: Digital painting of Fëanor and Nerdanel in profile. Nerdanel, a light-skinned female elf with long red hair, is leaning her chin on the top of Fëanor's head, who is a very light-skinned male elf with long black hair. Fëanor has extensive scarring on the side of his face and his ear. They are both wearing earrings in the colours of the trans flag. Glowing snow or dust falls around them, and the background has indistinct dark mountains and lights.]
Since it's the end of the world and Fëanor was just reembodied, for once they don't have elaborate braids and only minimal jewellery.
I wanted to achieve a less detailed and more textured feel, and I'm pretty happy with the result!
Queer characters series | Disabled characters series
#feanor#nerdanel#silmarillion#tolkien#beautiful art#the silmarillion#feanor art#nerdanel art#echo's drawings#queer silmarillion#silm#silm art#queer tolkien characters#disabled tolkien characters#i made feanor's scars a little nondescript#because while i'm all for drawing people with facial differences accurately#burn scars specifically are a sensitive subject for me and people who were going to see this#but i love the trope of elves being reembodied with scars
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Hey, I know your requests are closed but sending this just in case if it slips from my mind 😅❤️
Like Imagine Rhys and Feyre were out of town beacuse of some work and Azriel and Reader had to attend some function with Nyx at his school and all the Teachers and parents of other kids just ogling and crushing over Reader and it just turns Azriel into clingy and Jealous mode 😂❤️ ( It would be soo good if you’ll write this in modern setting ) ❤️❤️
Hi anon! Sorry this took me an entire MONTH to reply to but my reqs are finally open so I’m replying to it 🙏🙏
I reallyyy love this idea of everyone just being in awe of Reader while Az is just trying to fend them all off I think that’s just so cute, and since it’s been years since I’ve replied to my inbox I already started writing this one so it’s queued to come out tomorrow at 16:00pst. :)) 💙
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Hellooo dear ❤️❤️
if you're still doing the A-Z prompts, I'm here to request Diavolo of course... I'm thinking Q and X
@nyx-after-hours
Sure thing!! This is perfectly hitting the spot actually, I needed some good Diavolo thots this morning, I hope you enjoy!
[Minors/ageless blogs DNI]
Diavolo
Q for Quickie (How would they have sex if they’re in a hurry?)
When Diavolo is in a hurry, one way to get a quickie in is to call you up to his office for some "progress discussion". However, there's much less discussion as there is being railed against his desk, sometimes on top of his important papers RIP Dia, and you know Barb knows exactly what happened 💀
He may also suddenly appear around a corner in the hallway and pull you into a janitor's closet when you least expect it. It's a struggle for him to stay quiet, especially once his cock is wrapped around the warmth of your mouth or body. But admittedly, that's what makes it so fun to him. Of course, he prefers when he isn't in a rush and can take his sweet time giving you all the attention you can stand. But he's insatiable when it comes to you, so he'll take anything he can get.
X for X-Rated (What kind of porn do they watch or read?)
I am 100% of the mind that Dia has a human fetish. So he enjoys watching porn between demons and humans, seeing the power difference and knowing just how fragile your body is. He never wants to legitimately hurt you, but something about how easily he could break you/your mind just itches his demon brain just right.
Size kink is next, relating to the last point. Given he's one of the strongest demons in the realm, picking you up and using you like a toy is an easy feat for him, no matter your actual size. So he's definitely searching for porn where the partner resembles you and your body shape, imagining his hands molding to your shape, gripping your thighs and waist as he pounds into you.
And of course, creampies galore lol. As prince, it's in his very veins to continue his bloodline, whether you can get pregnant or not is irrelevant. Just the thought of filling you with his cum until you can't hold any more gets him rock hard, so he's sure to be watching the videos and just imagining it's his seed dripping out of you. 💜
#obey me diavolo#obey me shall we date#obey me smut#obey me thirsts#diavolo thirsts#diavolo smut#obey me hcs#spicy minx 🔥
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Putting a bit of classical research to Night!Morpheus and Time!Hob. Because the perpetual history student in me can't just headcannon. They've got to back it up with source material.
There is an Orphic creation myth (Orphic referring to Orphism, the name given to a set of mystery beliefs originating in ancient Greece, associated with literature ascribed to the mythical poet Orpheus. Quite unlike the creation sagas offered by Homer and Hesiod.) About a being named Phanes. Created by Time (Chronos) himself, from the silver egg of the universe. A being of light and goodness, whose name meant "to bring light" or "to shine". He took his older sibling as his consort and thus they were Night (Nyx) and Phanes was daytime, and by 'mingling' (cough) they began creation.
Ok, so imagine if this creation myth is actually an Orphic prophecy. Hob is Phanes, 'accidentally' created by Time. Created from the silver egg of the universe… Well Hob was 'of' the universe, born into it, of it. Took his older sibling as his consort. Well, technically speaking, being created by Time makes Dream his elder sibling…in a metaphorical way, rather than a Targaryen one. And by taking Dream as his consort, that makes Dream.. Night. They were Night and he was Day and thus began creation…Mother Night isn't just the night sky, she's the embodiment of the absolute emptiness that predates creation. Whereas Father Time is the existence as a whole. So technically Night as darkness, unlife, cold and Time as light, life and heat, by 'mingling' make creation.
I just like the idea of Orpheus knowing his Father will be OK. ❤️
(Hell, if you really want to, you can still keep Hob as the transitional anthropomorphic personifications of Hope first as it still fits. Phanes is described as a being of light with broad golden wings.)
#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#the sandman#mother night#father time#night!morpheus#night!dream#time!hob#hope!hob
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Relationships
This is the relationships log.
Showing the relationships between my own characters and characters for others.
[ Note: Only the MAIN characters will be shown here ]
Significant interactions with other characters will add them to this list. Only those who have interacted multiple times OR left a significant feeling will be added.
The list will update as time goes on or as relationships update
-> K E Y <-
❤️- Love (Platonic)
💕 - Love (Romantic) / Lust / Crush
💚 - Like
💛 - Fear
💔 - Distrust
💜 - Dislike
🖤 - Hate
🤍 - Neutral / Unknown
🤎 - Shame
Eden's Relationships:
Alaxia: My brother! He's... everything... that I'm not.... "
❤️❤️❤️🤎
Dysnomia: "Why, out of every pokemon, did I get stuck with the creepy one"
💔 💔 💜💛
Luan: "My best friend... my only friend... I'm.. sorry I didn't get to say goodbye..."
❤️💚💚🤎
TwoToile: "It's nice to know I'm not ENTIRELY alone in this... Hopefully our paths will cross again.."
💚💚🤍 🤍
Bronte: "She seems.. really nice... I kinda remember her from when I was younger... mm... But she seems close to Alaxia... Aaah... I don't know.."
🤍 💚💚💚
Berry: "Tiny scary woman... I don't know what her issue is.. What did I do to her??"
🤍🤍💜💛
Immune: "There's a cute girl living in my necklace.. or... is.. my necklace?.. I don't know aaa... She's nice at least.."
💚🤍🤍🤍
Goddess: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
💛💛💛💔
Dysnomia's Relationships:
Eden: "Pathetic little gay man. That isn't a hate comment it's just.. more of a fact, honestly."
💜 🤍🤍🤍
Alaxia: "One day, I'm going to fucking gut you"
🖤🖤🖤💛
Goddess: "Weird amazon woman. How is menopause treating you? Why are you looking at me.. like that... No. Must've been my imagination."
🤍 🤍 🤍 💔
Bri: "Peanut butter and JEALOUS much? Maybe if you weren't such a hot head you would be in my position. Hah. Hot head.. glaceon.."
💜💜💜💔
Spyder: "One of the few beings I can call my 'friend'... Even if your overdramatic and a bit too touchy feely"
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Orca: "Why did you choose ME... out of everyone...."
💚💚🤎🤎
Nyx: "I'm so sorry I had to do that to you.. I hope you can forgive me..."
💚🤎🤎🤎
Berry: "I'm glad she chose the correct side."
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Bronte: "You were one of the few that were kind to me. Stood up for me... I hope when the time comes, you'll make the right choice."
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TwoToile: "... I have a bad feeling about what might happen to you."
🤍🤍🤍💔
Lucky: "Hmm... A friend.. Maybe.. I don't know.. I have to.. learn to stop hating you first... Forgive my jealousy... please.."
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Gladius: "I owe you a lot... But I still am unsure on why a god would so willingly help out a mortal... Maybe other universes are.. different.. Forgive my ill feelings."
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Luan's Relationships:
Eden: My Eeedeee! That's my best friend right there RIGHT THERE! My best friend!"
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Alaxia's Relationships:
Eden: "Pathetic. Maybe one day you'll be of use to me"
💜💜💜🖤
Dysnomia: "Parasite Parasite Parasite Parasite"
🖤🖤🖤💛
Berry: "You'll be of use to me, whether you like it or not."
💜💜💜💜
TwoToile: "Strange to see one of those stupid mortal experiments survive.. Maybe you'll be useful to me."
🤍🤍🤍💕
Bronte: "I hope you'll come around soon, I would hate to have to force it."
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Arceus: "What kind of idiot gives all their powers away? You deserve everything that's coming to you."
💜💜🖤🖤
Etoile: "Pathetic Worthless Waste of power. I can't wait to skin you alive."
🖤🖤💛💛
Inaris: "Someone from another universe.. wants to remain in contact with me.. This is nice... They are nice..... mm..."
💚💚💚💕
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Imagine…
Imagine reading with Satan. Sitting on his lap as he listens to you read aloud for him, occasionally uttering his name as he thrusts sharply into you. His cruel laugh as you struggle to keep reading through your moans. The harsh thud of you being pushed against the bed once he can't take it anymore..
#obey me#obey me smut#obey me lucifer#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphie#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#nyx imagines❤️#obey me shall we date#obey me simeon#obey me solomon#obey me asmo#obey me lord diavolo#obey me satan smut#obey me lucifer smut#obey me levi smut#obey me brothers#obey me belphegor smut#obey me belphegor#obey me barbatos#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel smut#obey me asmodeus smut#obey me swd
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Imagine Feyre holding Nyx and he grabs her finger and Feyre remembers how far she has come from the 14 year old huntress to Cursebreaker, happily mated, High Lady and Mother ❤️
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#feysandmonth22#feysand month#Feysandmonth#feysand month 22#feyre archeron#feyre#feyre cursebreaker#high lady of the night court#high lady feyre#feyre darling#feysand
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LB, I had a thought about Grim Rhys and Feyre, so I'm sharing like the others. ❤️
💭 I imagine they would have baby Nyx one day, and since he is the son of the grim reaper, he never fears death. So... he turns out to be a daredevil kid who gets up to all sorts of mischief, making Rhys and Feyre the most stressed parents ever.
OMG I LOVE THIS THOUGHT 🥺🥺
Grim!Rhys the stressed dilf is the headcanon that we all need in our life. Like, objectively, he knows that Nyx is going to be fine joining all those other kids in the skate park. He's not going to reap his own kid's soul BUT Nyx, do you have any idea how many kids die in skateboarding accidents each year? They settle for a helmet and knee pads while Rhys white-knuckles Feyre's hand the entire time.
#He's so nervous#Feyre's so exasperated yet so in love with him#As soon as Nyx scratches his knee Rhys has a bandaid and a pep talk prepared#He drinks from his Number 1 Dad mug every morning WITH PRIDE#Until Death Do Us Part#Feysand#feysand fic
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what are your next rhys requests and next fic you'll be posting?
Oooohhhh, I have LOTS of things drafted and ready for all of you 🥰
Included in those drafts are these fics:
Sharing is Caring: from chapter 3 of ACOSF – "He and his brothers had put a good deal of distance between the stupid youths they'd been – fucking any female who showed interest, often in the same room as each other – and the males they were now." (This will be posted as three separate fics for Rhys, Az, and Cass)
Warrior Status: Az trying to cope with his two oldest sons about to partake in the Blood Rite.
Clandestine Love: Anon Request: Can you do a fic where you and Rhys’s sister are best friends and Rhys wants you but you both know it’s a terrible idea but you do it anyway (I'm obsessed with this one I literally read it every single day)
Terrible Twos: Anon Requests: "I’d love to see a little fic where Cass deals with a toddler tantrum😂🥰pls" and "More dad cass"
The next fic I'll be posting is probably going to be Terrible Twos on Saturday for SBA. I'll most likely write another SBA fic for Sunday...not quite sure how I'm scheduling the others yet tbh.
My current Rhys requests include:
can we get some rhysand x reader angst that ends with fluff?<3
Oo maybe a fic where the IC throws Rhys and reader a little baby shower? ❤️
Can I request a part 2 of under the mountain please❤️
What about Rhys fucking you right before you have a meeting with the other high lords so his scent is on you?
so for a rhys idea what if rhys was seeing reader while he was under the mountain but reader didn't know of amarantha? and one days he leaves completely cause amarantha doesn't need him to go there ( were the reader leaves ) anymore and reader is mad and she's pregnant but rhys doesn't know. and he sees her when he's finally free and she has baby nyx with her but it's angsty at first and she won't let him meet nyx cause she thinks he left bc of yhe pregnancy? and like tha mating bond clicks only for him and him and the IC are stressing cause they wanna meet nyx? and the reader could have a friend whose a male and rhys thinks she's with someone new?
how about rhys seeing reader in a really beautiful outfit and it driving him insane, and then leading to shameless smut? again, if you’re not comfortable with this, it’s fine
ooo idk if you’re comfortable with this but how about dom!rhys having reader ride him on his throne in the court of nightmares? obviously feyre isn’t in the picture
Can you do an imagine where you and Rhys go on a date night since having Nyx and the ic are the babysitters? Thank you❤️
Hey!! So I was wondering if you would write a fic about Rhysand having a wife/partner for like a century or more before Under the mountain happened and then 50 years later he comes back with a mate. How do you think that would go? Would he choose feyre over someone he has known and loved for centuries? If he does choose feyre I think it definitely wouldn’t go over well lol. Imagine waiting 50 YEARS for someone only for them to dump you.
I beg of you, pls God. An Agnsty Poly!Feysand
Plus all of my WIPS 😅
Lots to work with for Rhysie boy. 💙🖤💙🖤
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Okokok @secret-engima this is take two of this lol nothing wrong with the first one, I just said I could do better, therefore, for you! ❤️❤️❤️
I imagine this is Cor that had to be called into the citadel for a 'crisis' and had no babysitter to leave Certus with. Not pictured is the glaives (probably Nyx and Tredd ngl) he's saying this to sobbing at both the cute and the intimidation factor Cor still manages to project even disheveled like that and carrying a baby.
#ffxv#cor leonis#baby oc#not mine#blood of my blood verse#my first try with this and the new markers was a bit rushed#XD
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For Delvyre: 🎂 and/or ❤️
For Nyx: 🎮 and/or 🎶
TY for the ask!!
Delvyre:
🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?
I am gonna answer this for a modern our world AU, simply because I do not know enough about Forgotten Realms months and seasons and horoscopes, BUT I do love astrology especially in terms of character development SO, I have indeed thought about this.
Delvyre is 27, born on Nov. 26. She is a Sagittarius Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising. Ruling planet is the Sun, ruling number won’t apply since her birth year will constantly float <3 so she is forever 27 and same goes for tarot card (however, I do use Queen of Wands for her in general!)
She fits her Zodiac to a tee (this was on purpose; i reverse-engineered it). I am a Sag and Del is wayy more an archetypical Sag than me. She’s super optimistic, super outgoing, loves to travel and loves adventure. She’s deeply philosophical and enthusiastic. She also has nooo indoor voice (this I do share with her). As an Aquarius moon, she’s super egalitarian and wants to do the right thing, individualistic, and curious (Aquarian moons tend to be unemotional, but in this case her sun sign overpowers that). Leo risings have GREAT, FULL hair; are charismatic and larger-than-life and are suuuuper protective of their loved ones.
❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?
Passionate, optimistic, and curious!
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Nyx
🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies
Working out! Girl loves to hit the gym and blast music and lift weights. Also likes rock climbing.
Video games. I imagine she’s into whatever the Minecraft equivalent in the year 2183 is.
Electronics repair. She’s an engineer before she’s a soldier and has always been very tech-savvy, so she’s always tinkering and trying to get old things to work anew.
🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?
With the caveat that I am very unfamiliar with the genre… I think Nyx is into metal and punk. She blasts music when she’s working out, or just working in general
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