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lurkinggirlie · 2 months

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Elain & Azriel are EndGame

Azriel’s bonus chapter: semi-essay on my thoughts

This post will be a long one. The shipwar has been going on for far too long, and there's a possiblity that we'll be getting closure soon. So, I want to put my thoughts out there. For Obvious reasons, I could be very wrong, but this is what I think based on canon text: (Ignore any errors..I haven't edited this, and I'm sure there are many posts like this that are way more articulate)

Elriel are endgame. If they’re not then Azriel is kinda pathetic and having him end-up with anyone else is bad writing and character assassination. (Which we sadly won’t put past sjm but I don’t think she would..at least I hope)

1- Elain has no other love interest. Yes, Lucien is her mate but we have hinted at a broken/rejected mating bond for the longest time when it comes to these two so having them accept it eventually is going to be quite underwhelming, repetitive and boring. Even Lucien seems to have given up/isn’t interested in bridging that gap between them, which we’re told in both acofas and acosf. Unless you want to count the longing pointed out by Cassian, although Cassian also pointed out that Lucien was also uncomfortable when he mentioned his mate. To add on, there is no sexual tension between the two, and we know how important that is for sjm’s couple. You can't keep whining "but Elain isn't giving him a chance, if only she gave him a chance, then maybe this and maybe that" Elain is not a seprate entity, she is what SJM writes, Sjm could have written that but she did not yet and I'm not sure if she will. It feels too late at this point, she had already shown us that Elain has feelings for someone else aka Azriel. The author doesn't have to spell everything out for us to understand to what's going on. Sarah usually makes it clear who's endgame. and she literally is. So, it would be very sudden and out of the blue if Lucien and Elain were to end up together when she had never shown it before. When even Azriel pointed this out “I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway” people can say Rhys killed elriel, that the bonus chapter ended them. But this line right here tells us otherwise! First we know Azriel and Elain can read each other so well that they don’t need words, and then Azriel tells us this. He’s literally telling us that Elain does not want Lucien.

We also cannot compare elucien to Feysand or Nessian in the “enemies to lovers" department, because these two seem to hardly care about each other. For obvious reasons she wouldn’t accept or reject Lucien in a book that isn’t hers. But if they do end up together I’d feel robbed that she had more sexual tension with Azriel than she did with Lucien. And we know that Nessian and Feysand had sexual tension before getting together. Most of what we got from Elain and Lucien was awkwardness, and discomfort. Not a single spark. Furthermore, it would feel like Azriel was just leading Elain own. Plus their romance (Lucien and Elain) would not feel organic, only getting with Lucien because she felt rejected by Azriel, which doesn’t give epic romance no matter how sjm tries to spin it. It would always make Lucien seem like the second choice.

2- Azriel regifting the necklace was a dickhead move, and offensive to both girls. Anyone thinking the regifting of the necklace ended elriel or started gwynriel is delusional and clearly doesn’t know how the romance genre works. (should’ve thrown the gift in the Sidra like Cassain did) I can’t believe Rhys isn’t paying Azriel enough that he felt the need to return the necklace to the shop instead of throwing it. Senstive Illyrian baby indeed.

3- Rhys saying stay away from Elain (can we take a moment to appreciate how sexy Rhys was for pulling rank, he really made the ship more interesting now) and Azriel actually listening to him?? When he told him you can’t order me to do that. shit would be underwhelming if Azriel actually stayed away? Hello? Secret relationship potential ? Hello? Forbidden romance potential ??? The tropes would be epic. Sjm had never done that. And I’m not saying she will, but this is how I see it playing out. + Azriel saying it was a mistake to Elain, and Elain apologizing?? The fact she was confused/hurt and probably thought she misunderstood the whole situation? SHE IS BABYGIRL?? Regardless, Azriel saying it was a mistake and it being a mistake is NOT it. This is not how romance works most of the time. This is such a basic romantic trope, why are a lot of people misinterepting it? Elain deserves better, and sjm isn’t about to hurt Elain’s feelings without making it up to her. And she’s definitely not making Azriel end up with another girl before he fixes that shit. I will be needing a proper apology to Elain.

4- Whenever people think of the bonus chapter they weigh in Azriel’s feelings far more than Elain’s. It’s clear that Elain and Azriel’s feelings are MUTUAL, ignore the bonus chapter and it’s right there in the actual book. I don’t think Elain got the memo that Azriel had a conversation with another girl after he hurt her feelings which made him realize he’s in love all of a sudden. *sarcasm* that would be very out of character for Azriel.

5- His chest sparkling at the thought of Gwyn getting the necklace was so??? I have been saying he’s for the streets and yes this was out of pocket. So, I understand people shipping them. However it could mean anything really, you can't continue saying that Gwyn in the bonus has to mean something, and that that spark must mean somethig but continue to disreagrd every single Elriel interaction like they mean nothing. Because for it to be taken as romance we’d have to ignore the beginning of the bonus, the feysand’s bonus acosf/acomaf/acowar and acofas. + we could easily take this in a platonic way, which is how I viewed it when I read the bonus. Not everything has to be romantic. And sjm will NOT introduce a new guy to make him end up with Elain since we already established Elain doesn’t want Lucien and Lucien doesn’t want her either.

6- I know that a lot of people have theories about Gwyn being a lightsinger and all of this happening because of her powers (While I do think this is very smart, it wasn’t something I thought of so I won’t talk about it). I do think it’s possible, and all the theories I saw were really cool but idk where sjm is going with this, so to make it simple I do think it could be because she’s his student, she went through a lot it could simply be platonic happiness that a girl who went through so much is going to be happy about something. Even if it was a secondhand necklace specifically picked with ANOTHER girl in mind PLUS I do think sjm wanted drama, and for people to doubt elriel cuz now they have all these obstacles, so Gwyn would be the easy choice, but the second choice regardless. The relationship would feel icky and I genuinely cannot see the potential gwynriels keep talking about. I would take the ship a lot more seriously if a) he didn’t regift her another girl’s necklace b) there was more to them in the actual book. c) he wasn’t still upset about it 3 days later…

7- There’s a high possibility Gwyn never even got the necklace..

He gave it to Clotho not Gwyn, he didn’t want his name mentioned, and then said if any other girl would like it to give it to them: the aim was to get rid of Elain’s necklace. It’s sort of a parallel with Cassain throwing away Nesta’s present.

I think it’s possible that Azriel went there because he knows how much the girls in the library have suffered, especially since his mom did too, it's possible he thought "okay this is a pretty necklace, I don't want to hold onto the reminder of what could've been, so instead of throwing it let another girl be happy about it. At least it won’t go to waste”

Clotho could tell there was something wrong, like maybe she sensed the energy and decided ayeee let me keep this aside for him, he might come back and ask for it.

The bonus did not happen at the end of the book

If Azriel was truly in love with Gwyn now /or he wanted her/ or more between them was going to happen/ or they were mates according to some theories we could have AT LEAST gotten more after the bonus.

We know the bonus happened after solstice.

Nesta mentions that Azriel was stone-faced and more aloof than usual, he wouldn’t even give her a smile. That was 3 days after the necklace situation. I think it would’ve been a great opportunity to highlight any attraction between Azriel and Gwyn.

Maybe he sees the necklace around her neck, maybe Nesta and Emerie compliment Gwyn’s necklace, or Gwyn telling them she doesn’t know who it’s from, maybe they tease her that someone might have a crush on her. Nesta could’ve pointed out that Azriel was looking at Gwyn’s necklace.or looking at Gwyn in some sort of way. Literally anything.

Anyone pointing out the way Azriel and Gwyn looked at each other. A charged glance perhaps. Literally ANYTHING. We only got him looking at her with admiration which is very teacher coded.

If sjm hadn’t made Nesta realize Azriel had a thing for Elain then maybe gwnyriel would’ve been more appealing to me. But no, Nesta noticed. This doesn’t mean nothing people.

aside from that we got nothing romantic, but a part of the fandom still acts like we need to exile Elain because she’s coming between Gwyn and Azriel’s epic love story.

Not everyone has access to the bonus.

The Azriel chapter was only in ONE store in the US, but Feysand’s bonus chapter was in 3 stores in the US and UK. I don't know but something tells me it’s more important. Soooo if SJM would do a love interest switch she would not do it in a bonus chapter, and wouldn’t be highlighting the Az/Elain interactions in ACOSF as much as she did.

Feyre’s chapter focuses on Elain, it literally tells us Elain is next once we’re done helping Nesta. EASY MATH. and the Azriel bonus also focuses on elriel/Azriel’s feelings. ENDGAME MATERIAL RIGHT HERE.

But the girls swear up and down that Gwyn and Azriel’s book is next because of a secondhand necklace.

Let’s assume elriels are the delusional ones (like so many of them say), how do we explain these.

Casual readers who usually read books and aren’t on the internet and aren’t looking for bonus content (wish that was me) (lord knows I skipped every bonus chapter in throne of glass and crescent city and I wasn’t confused about anything. Not even once) so they’d expect answers for

The Charged glance between Azriel and Elain

Azriel following the sound of Elain’s laughter.

Elain looking away when Azriel smiled at her during family dinner, Cassian god bless him that idiot could NOT piece all of that together. BUT it was still highlighted through his POV ???

His secret to tell never hers (and we do learn of that secret in the bonus but people who didn’t read it could only guess so they’d want a confirmation) and sjm did say in one of her lives that Nesta learns of one of Azriel’s secrets (she looked all giddy about it)... and that Azriel is going through some shit right now…and we learn why from the bonus chapter.

Cassian being confused that it seems like Azriel moved on from Mor

Nesta pointing out that Elain moved on from Graysen

Cassian wondering why Elain is lying about where she’s going. (I viewed this as her avoiding Azriel but idk)

Azriel’s protectiveness of Elain. He gives mate behavior without the mate part. (I will hit him on the head though omg let my girl do something)

Elain willing to look for the troves even when Nesta wasn’t, the girl wants to do something (her journey is coming next)

Nesta wondering if Elain is training with Azriel or the twins (who are spies that were trained by Azriel !!!)

Feyre telling Azriel that Elain got him beat for secret keeping. Sure it might sound delusional but Elain keeps being compared to Az/being a spy and maybe this could be a thing.

Elain speaking back to her sisters about them treating her like a child?? Hello finally

The way Elain’s mother only treated her like a pretty doll which shaped up Elain’s whole life??? I want this from Elain’s POV sooo bad

In conclusion, we’re not pausing Elain’s story so Azriel can end up with a side character in a spinoff about an og side character, we’re sticking to our og side characters for now.

Azriel being over Mor because of Elain, and Elain moving on from Graysen because of Azriel only for Elain to get over Azriel to be with Lucien (who we got nothing from aside a mating bond..) and for Az to get over Elain and questioning fate for her…only to end up with gwyn…like I don’t think anyone could take Azriel’s feelings seriously if this happens. Shit will be too goofy. Because if he ends up with Gwyn who says he won’t move on to the next pretty girl he sees afterwards.

To add to that, what plot would we have for Azriel and Gwyn. We'll get more Valkyries training, more healing journey so the plot would have to be paused for this. Nesta’s book was mostly about her healing journey and friendship, while it was nice I don’t want a repeat for the next book. Especially since we know the Rite took a toll on Gwyn, she went back to the library, wasn’t even sure she would make it to Nessian’s mating ceremony. This doesn’t give the protagonist of the next book to me. Or "I thought it was pretty obvious"

Elain’s healing journey had started in ACOWAR, she got her friends in ACOWAR. Now is their TIME to do something!! She is next.

Closing thoughts on what I think would happen based off each ship happening:

If elriel happens = new sjm couple dynamic/interesting plot. Fresh sjm protagonist that is unlike sjm's others + we don’t ignore all the foreshadowing and hints. We follow the love triangle we set up in the og trilogy + finally get a rejected mating bond. And instead of warrior training we might get spy training and instead of physical power (as far as we know) we get something more mental. Again this is very new for sjm + there’s a lot to Elain’s power that we don’t know and since Azriel was the one who found out what she was, I think it would make more sense for him to know how to help her. Imagine the sexual tension during training..yes please. I hope sjm doesn’t rob me. Elain is really mysterious, we got Nesta’s inner thoughts before her book but we still haven't gotten a peep about Elain’s inner thoughts and I’m just dying to know more. AND THE STAKES!

1) Rhys forbidding Azriel from Elain, 2) Elain’s mating bond,3) Azriel’s self doubt and how he doesn’t think he’s good enough. 4) The blood duel and the political mess we could get into. (Lucien probs won't but what if Beron would, the breeding potential, A seer must be a powerful thing she can see things others can't and I think that’s valuable. If Eris thought Nesta was valuable as cauldron made and there was no potential there, so The Autumn court probably feels even more entitled to Elain) We have high inner and outer stakes. I have a feeling SJM will fumble all this potential but a girl can dream

If elucien happens = another successful mating bond + “enemies” to lovers sort of but they won’t ever be mean to each other so maybe not enemies, just dislike and awkwardness to friends to lovers? We ignore the hints about a rejected bond and in mating bonds we trust. We also ignore all the elriel hints, and their mutual feelings. We follow the love triangle set up in the og trilogy. I don’t think Lucien could train her in anything? Maybe self defense, Idk Sarah could pull something, but I don’t see Elain leaving her circle of friends but neither do I see Lucien settling in the night court and leaving his own friends. There are no stakes but Elain’s and Lucien’s awkwardness around each other + Elain’s feelings for Azriel. Elain’s and Lucien’s plot connects though so at least there’s that, SJM could ship them off on a mission together and make them get closer. Forced proximity sort of thing.

If gwynriel happens then = we lost the whole plot, ignored the foreshadowing and hints found in the actual book. Mentor to lovers, civil with each other. Azriel has to move on from Elain first though and that could be icky. Healing journey, more Valkyries training. So we pick up from where we left off in acosf, and we’d see Azriel trying to get her to come out of the Library, or he goes to visit her there until she agrees to come out again. Maybe if Gwyn is a lightsinger then idk more training with Azriel? Again, no stakes but Gwyn’s trauma and Azriel’s self doubt oh and also his feelings for Elain. But that’s it, Gwyn as of now does not connect to the overall plot with the troves (she’s not made therefore she can’t use them) or koschei. So I don’t see us making her go on a mission like that. I’ve seen a lot of gwynriles saying Gwyn has spy potential idk where, but she could barely keep a secret for Nesta so I highly doubt she’d be keeping secrets for the IC.

Ps: the original koschei plot is 3 sisters marrying 3 very powerful wizards and like idk 3 sisters 3 brothers…we can have a retelling ya know

#elriel #pro elain #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #Azriel's bonus #anti g*ynriel #anti el*cien #elain archeron #acofas #acosf

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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Holy shit.. That Neteyam fic you just blessed us with did unholy things for and to me💕💕💕👀 very good that you got carried away cuz you did hell of a good job 🌚💕

I loved every word of it and every second reading it 🙈💓 If i would be called greedy if i asked you for more of soon-to-be-dad Neteyam 🙇🏻‍♀️ then so be it. More Neteyaaam pleaseee

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Such a tease

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam x Fem!Omaticaya!reader

PART 2 HERE

Summary: It had been only two years after you gave birth to your first born, But Neteyam had already started planning your next. Except, you two needed to make it past your 4 year Anniversary first.

Warning(s): smutttt (minors DNI), NETEYAM BEING A TEASE, Mature language, Switch Dom!neteyam, praise kink, semi Public f!ngering, pure filth honestly.

Not proof read, sorry for mistakes!!!!

It was finally the day you’d been waiting for—the day you bragged about to the entire clan for months on end just thinking about it. It was a beautiful day too, the sound of the trees leaf’s blowing through the breeze and the small chirps of birds, most importantly, the faint breathing above you.

You and Neteyam’s 4 year anniversary

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound, gaze meeting the beautiful boy above me who had still been fast asleep.

You smile as you study your mates features, your fingertips tracing lines over his biceps. He always slept in later then you—and luckily, your daughter hadn’t been up yet to interrupt his slumber. Like always, his arms were wrapped around you firmly—even when he was sleeping. He never let you go, waking up everytime you’d try to get out of his grasp at night to do something.

And yes, you heard that right, you and Neteyam had a daughter. Manaia, a beautiful little girl with the longest hair you had ever seen, her appearance favoriting Neteyam’s features much more then yours. She was so sweet and learned pretty quickly just like him, even only being 2.

Usually, she’d be the one to wake the both of you up, but Neteyam almost always took care of her for you, ushering you to stay in bed and telling you he’d handle it. He hated waking up before she was born, wanting to stay in bed all day long instead of working, but now? Now he loved waking up to take care of her and you, making you both breakfast if you slept in. The bond he had with her was so adorable, he’d even let her do his face paint before he went hunting.

You loved how Neteyam was with Naia, how gentle and protective he had been over her. You knew she was going to follow in Neteyam’s footsteps once she grew older, becoming a warrior. You didn’t see the problem with it, but Neteyam always overprotected her, going on and on about how she didn’t need to be a warrior because he’d always protect her.

She’s often sleep between you two at night, both you and her curled up to Neteyam for comfort. Today, it was just you two, because as soon as you ate breakfast, you had to go help Mo’at with the people, and your parents would be taking Naia for the night so you and him could be alone for a night.

You were beyond excited. You hadn’t had a day to yourself in so long due to you and him always working or tending to your daughter, never finding time for each other except for when you slept.

You nuzzled closer to your mate, his warmth making you smile against his chest. You felt him shuffle as you laid your head under his chin, inhaling his forestry scent. You felt so safe, like nothing in the world could touch you as long as he was here.

“Good morning, pretty girl” Your heart thumps against your chest at his voice, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked up, his eyes still closed.

"Ma’Teyam" you whispered just above a breath, reaching up to touch his braids. He was gorgeous—the most handsome boy you had ever seen. “We have to get up soon”

“I think we can spare a few more minutes” He hums, taking hold of the back of your leg to swing it over onto his lap. You laugh at his words, allowing him to sit you in a straddle, hands laid at your hips as you lean down to the boy, pressing your lips to his.

You wished you could have taken the day off to spend with each other, just one day to yourselves without a care in the world—all alone, secluded from everyone. Neteyam loved that idea, having you all to himself for a day? You could do so much, like you had been teenagers again.

He guides your hips against his and you hum against his lips, pulling away once you felt what he was trying to show you. “Neteyam, we can’t” He ignored you, sitting up so you had now been sitting in his lap, against him as he captured your lips in another kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands entwined in his hair as his hands roamed your body. It wasn’t even in a sexual way, but you couldn’t think of much else. You moaned against him, a hand laid against his chest. That was it. He had started, and you prayed to Eywa he was gonna finish it.

“Do you want breakfast, Beautiful?” He pulls away but you shake your head, twisting one of his braids between your finger.

“You got me started, Teyam” You whine and his forehead creased at your words, titling his head like he had been studying your face.

“I was just kissing you, baby. I can’t kiss you?” You glared at your mate clearly acting stupid and he kissed your cheek, removing his hands from you. “I’m gonna make breakfast” he pulled you off of him gently, getting out of your hammock.

“Nete-“

“You want fruit? Like usual?” He asks, completely debunking your confusion as he tied his hair up. “Fruit it is” he leaned down to you, giving you a small kiss, “happy anniversary, Pretty girl”

He left you dumbfounded on your shared hammock, not saying anything else or giving you another look before he went on his way. You were so confused, and so very angry. He did not just pull that on your anniversary.

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Time went by during the day while you helped Mo’at with the wounded warriors that came in and out of the tent, having to deal with multiple gashes from the hunting party they had just attended to.

You barely spoke to Neteyam when you left the cave, letting him hand your daughter off to his mother while you made your way to the healers tent. You wore his favorite family appropriate clothing, and his eyes wouldn’t leave your body when you left—even with Mo’at there.

“You take forever” you smacked the boys head making him hiss, Rubbing the spot you hit. “It wasn’t even that serious!” The youngest sully brother exclaimed. He had only been there for five minutes.

“It’s only been five minutes, Lo’ak” You argue, the sound of your name being called cutting him off before he could speak.

“Y/N, look!” Tuk ran into the tent, slowing down when Mo’at yelled at her. “I found so many!” She sat next to you, showing you the many flowers that sat in her hand.

“Their so pretty, Tuk” you ruffled her hair as she started to name them, showing them to you one by one.

“And this is my favorite one!” Tuk giggled, showing you a dark blue flower she had picked and you laughed, continuing to patch Lo’ak’s back. “I can’t wait to have an Ikran, she’s gonna be pink!”

“Tuk, they can’t be pin-ow!” Lo’ak turned to glare at you, a smile appearing across your face as you lifted your foot from his tail. “Would you stop with that!”

A whistle echoed from outside, getting closer to the tent as you continued to listen to Tuk talk about her future ikran. You already knew it was him, his scent giving him away.

“Ah, my baby bro, the mighty warrior” Your mate teased, ruffling his brothers hair. “Weren’t that mighty, huh?” Lo’ak pushed him away from you two, rolling his eyes at Neteyam’s laugh. You avoided contact with your mate, still angry from this morning. “What is it this time, Syulang?”

You ignore him, telling yourself to focus on Lo’ak’s wounds but you couldn’t when Neteyam’s gaze was practically tattooed to your face. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as he walked toward you, standing above you without saying a word. Eywa, the effect he had on you…

“Okay, your done” you pat the brothers back, standing to your feet to put away the supplies you used on him. You drained the bloody cloth, Neteyam watching your every move very closely, almost amused at your pettiness. The sight of you in that outfit did so many things to him, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ready to rip it off of you and take you right in that moment.

But Lo’ak must’ve noticed, because he just couldn’t help but ask, “isn’t it your anniversary?” While you stayed silent and to your tasks, Neteyam gave his brother a look, nodding toward the doorway out. “Looks like I’m way more mighty when it comes to relationships” Neteyam hissed at his brother, only making him laugh as he pulled Tuk to leave the tent with him, her little protesting voice making you frown.

You truly didn’t want to talk to him, not here and not now. It wasn’t even that you were mad, you were frustrated and he left you like that. You hummed as you placed a few herbs into one of the small stone bowls, crushing it at the sound of his voice.

“Fair play” His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed his stomach against your back, his head between your neck watching you crush the herbal mix in your hands. “This outfit, you know what it does to me, don’t you?”

Even though your heart was beating out of your chest, you once again ignored the boy, not daring to show him how jelly he made your legs just by talking. “You can’t stay mad at me forever, baby. It’s our anniversary” your ears flatten against your head as you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling him pull you even closer then before, making it almost impossible not to feel what was between his legs.

“Neteyam, I am working” you dismiss him but he doesn’t care, only chuckling in your ear with a small squeeze to your hips before turning you to face him, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement.

He grabs the bowl from your hands and places it to the side, wrapping his hand around your throat to pull you closer to him. You looked around, worried Mo’at or another warrior would come walking in at any moment, but he didn’t let you continue.

Your breath catches in your thought as he pulls you up by your thighs, placing you on the cold Ledge that the herbal mix had previously been sitting on. You kept quiet but your body was crying for him to touch you, legs not being able to stay still like they were begging him to touch you.

“Aw, Baby. Your so cute when you beg” he praises, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It was always so hard to stay mad at Neteyam, he knew you inside and out, making it impossible for you to disregard his presence. His hands traveled your body, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you could.

It wasn’t until you felt his hand enter your loincloth that you pulled away from him, shaking your head as you grabbed his wrist.

“Come on, Syulang. Let’s just act like teenagers again” his free hand cupped the side of your face and he moved closer, your silence being enough for him to resume his actions from before.

He kisses your lips again, a small moan escaping your mouth as you felt his fingers against your core, muffled by his mouth against your own. You tried your hardest to keep your cool but you couldn’t when it came to him, not even for a minute.

“So fucking wet, Baby. You like the idea of someone walking in, don’t you? Someone finding you completely drunk off my touch?” You whined, hands flying to his hair as you felt one of his fingers enter you, curling it against your walls and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Quiet or they’ll hear you”

“Neteyam” you whimper in his ear, your voice making his eyes squeeze shut. He was trying so hard to compose himself, but your pretty noises and the way you cried his name made it so hard. Thank Eywa the tent’s cloth that covered the entrance had been down, because someone definitely would’ve seen you by now.

“So good for me, baby. My pretty girl, you look so fucking good like this” his forehead pressed against yours as he sunk another finger inside you, watching your expression twist as you tugged on his braids.

“S-someone will hear” you choked lowly as he pumped his fingers into your core, curling them the deepest they could go. You watched him chuckle at your struggle and y ou felt that familiar feeling begin to build up in the pit of your stomach, hand grasping his arm as your head fell back against the wall. “Teyam, I can’t keep quiet..!” You whispered desperately into his ear, biting so hard onto your lip that you were sure you drew blood.

“Shhh, don’t worry about that, pretty girl. They won’t hear a thing” he kisses you and you cry into his mouth, pulling him closer to you. “You know I love you, Syulang”

“Mmm, I love you more” you pull his face back down to you, kissing his lips again. Something felt off, you were on cloud nine just a second ago, but now it felt like you looked stupid, moaning and begging over nothing. You looked down and sure enough, Neteyam had retracted his dripping fingers from your core, a smirk plastered across his face.

“That was fun, but I have to go take care of some things” You stare at the boy, not knowing whether to beg or yell. That stupid smirk on his face made you so angry, and how he looked at you while he sucked his fingers clean from your wetness, he was so fucking evil. “Why the long face? It felt good, didn’t it?”

You were angry, so very angry at your mate as you watched him feel no mercy for you—not even on your anniversary. You pulled your loincloth back into place and hopped off the counter, pushing him away from you. “If you don’t want to make me feel good, I’ll get Kaonu to do it” His once happy face now turned into an angry one, his eyes scanning your body only making him even more mad.

He knew you were just trying to get him mad, but it was working. Kaonu was the only guy who ever tried to get to you after Neteyam stated you were his, not a care in the world you had a mate and it made Neteyam so fucking angry.

You yelped as he pulled you to him by your neck once again, his other hand tugging your hair to make you look up at him. “I know your joking, but go near that Skxawng and I’ll fucking ruin you, got it?” Your knees fell weak at his voice but you kept your pride, staring back at him as he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Y/N? Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Kiri entered the tent as you both looked over, a warrior walking in behind her. “I need you to patch this one up, it’s pretty bad”

Neteyam kissed the top of your head, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see you tonight, Ma’Tìyawn” you watched him leave the tent with a stone cold expression, Kiri looking between you two with confusion.

“Okaaayy… I’m gonna go now” You nod your head, snapping out of your thoughts once she left and the boy sat on the ground. Oh Eywa, how you were going to kill your mate.

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“Y/N, I can’t let you take him, my grandmother said-“

“I don’t care, Kiri. I can take him, you go home” you cut her off, finishing up the last patch on the man in front of you. “Okay, your all good” You told the man, dropping the cloth into the bucket as he thanked you, leaving the now semi dark tent. It was late, but there was one more warrior left and you wanted to help. You were still mad at neteyam, and dreaded going home any time soon.

Kiri left after realizing she couldn’t win that argument, going to help Mo’at in her own tent. You heard the footsteps approach your tent and you called, telling them you’d be with them in just a minute.

“Y/N” Your stomach churned at the voice and you turn around, watching him walk through with a nervous laugh. “You uh… you look great”

Oh great mother, it was kaonu, and you prayed that Neteyam wasn’t on his way to pick you up. You smile at the man, walking toward him with a new bucket and ushering him to sit. Kaonu wasn’t a bad guy, he just didn’t have boundaries, and you knew If neteyam found out you were helping him after your talk, he’d be more than angry.

“How have you been?” You ask the male and he shrugs, watching as you wipe his bleeding arm off. “Are you still seeing Jhanua?” He shakes his head and silently tense, his eyes were on you so hard, and it made you slightly uncomfortable.

“Where’s Neteyam?”

“Kaonu, don’t start this, please” you sigh and he chuckles, shaking his head at your words. “He is your Ole’Eyktan, I am your Tsahìk and you need to respect that”

“How can I respect it when my Ole’Eyktan is mated to the most beautiful girl in the clan?” You glare at him, now he’d pissed you off. “He’s doesn’t deserve you”

“Stop talking before I hurt you even more, Kaonu” You patched his wounds, ignoring his next words just trying to get this over and done with. It wasn’t until you heard the voice outside the tent that your ears perked. “Shit”

You placed the bandages over his arm quickly, trying your hardest to finish before you were caught, but you should’ve known it was too late. By the time you were done, Neteyam was walking through the tents entrance, the smile on his face instantly fading once he locked eyes with the situation in front of him.

“Neteyam-“

“Speak of the devil” Kaonu mumbled under his breath before he stood to his feet after you, turning to give you a smile. “Great seeing you, Y/N” you looked down as he chuckled, making his way out of the tent with his head held high before stopping next to neteyam. “Happy anniversary by the way”

You didn’t move, afraid of what your mate had to say. You knew you shouldn’t have took that last warrior. You should have listened to kiri.

“My Sweet girl” He chuckled, but before you could look up, he was already gripping your arm, pulling you to him. “Let’s go” his voice was mean and his look was meaner. He didn’t understand how this even happened, he specifically told the healers you were not aloud to help him, even in an emergency.

So how the hell did he get into your tent?

“Neteyam, I promise I was just patching him up” you plead as you left the tent and headed to where his ikran sat, running your hands along its back before getting on. Neteyam enclosed your small frame between the two of them, kissing your head in attempt to sooth your nerves.

Great mother, what did you get yourself into…

Im so sorry guys but my keyboard is glitching like crazy so I have to make a part 2 💀. It is a SMUT so just a fair warning, link here: PART TWO

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moonlightazriel · 1 year

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Labour /// Eris X F!Reader

Summary: As an act of punishment, his father made sure that he would never have his mate, but even Beron cannot change what was meant to be.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of giving birth and domestic violence

Word Count: 2,7K

Notes: Slightly inspired by Labour from Paris Paloma!!

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His hand felt heavy on her waist, his proximity made her feel like she couldn’t breathe, she kept looking down, with polite smiles here and there but never words, they didn’t care about what she had to say anyway. Aeryn laughed again, the sound made her flinch slightly, subtle enough for the others not to notice, but enough for his fingers to press deeper into the fabric of her gown.

She excused herself, walking away from her husband and the members of the Autumn Court council, she stopped by an empty balcony, trying to steady her breathing. She touched her round belly, wanting to sense the baby in there, the only thing that kept her sane, the only reason to keep going.

“You look breathtaking tonight!” His voice was soft, warm as the fire running in his veins, she closed her eyes, swallowing deeply, her heart skipped a beat when she turned around, the lights from the ballroom illuminated his hair, making it shine brighter, he was wearing gold, it suited him so well. His eyes scanned her fragile figure, landing on the fading bruise on her cheek, the one that not even makeup was able to hide properly.

“It’s nothing.” She whispered as soon as his fingers touched her chin, forcing her to look up, at those beautiful eyes. “Eris, please just forget it.” She begged, he didn’t say a thing, just looked at her, the face that he loved so much, that sparked with life every time she spoke, now gone, replaced by a paler and skinnier version, dark circles under her eyes and that damned purple bruise.

“I’ll kill him, I don’t care that he’s my brother.” He said, resting his forehead against her, their breaths synchronizing, hearts beating as one, as he held his mate in his arms, she was taken from him, another form of punishment and control from his father. “You can’t keep living like this.”

“I can if that means I will see you.” Her voice broke as tears gathered in her eyes, those stolen moments were the only things that she treasured more than the baby growing inside her.

“Y/N…..”

“I should get going, Aeryn doesn’t like when I disappear for too long.” It took every bit of strength left in her to leave him there, the bond inside her chest screamed for her to come back. She quietly stood by her husband’s side one more time, not daring to look for him again.

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“You know what’s funny dear wife?” Aeryn’s voice was close to her back as they entered their house. “It's that you think you’re so smart, pretending to be innocent and shit, but I can smell him on you, you dumb bitch.” His hand grabbed her hair, pulling harshly forcing her to look at him.

“Please Aeryn, think about the baby.” He laughed, the face of a demon looking back at her.

“Oh, I am..” He placed a hand on her belly and she swallowed dryly. “But Eris needs to understand that you’re mine despite what the Cauldron says.” He forced her upstairs, hand still tucked tightly in her hair and the other around her neck, squeezing until she couldn’t breathe, until he threw her limp body on the bed and left her there.

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Beron smirked as his eyes landed on her neck and the visible handprints there the next day, as the family appeared for dinner.

“So, how’s the baby?” He asked directly to her, her throat was still sore and her voice was cracking when she spoke.

“Just fine, in a few days I will be able to know the gender.” Every word burned and stung, and he knew it. Eris clutched the fork in his hands tighter, his gaze fixed on her.

“I hope we get another strong boy, our lineage doesn’t need any more weakness.” The silence at the table was awful.

“I’m sure Aeryn will be happy either way, darling.” Lady Autumn said, her kind word comforting Y/N, who rested a hand protectively over her belly. “I saw your horses at the stable when we arrived, they look beautiful.” She kept going, changing the subject, Aeryn just started talking about his stallions, and everyone forgot Y/N for the rest of the night.

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“It’s a girl.” The words sink deep in her guts, and her whole body started to shake in absolute panic, what he would do to her, to them? He made it very clear that he wanted a boy.

“You cannot tell this to anyone.” She held the healer's hand, the female looked Y/N in the eyes.

“But what if they ask?” Y/N’s breath was coming in short gasps as she feared for the tiny baby’s life.

“Lie, tell them it’s a boy, be convincible, I don’t know. But no one can know the truth.” The tears spilled from her eyes and the healer nodded, reassuring her that she would do everything to prevent them from knowing the truth.

She was still considering her options when the front door opened, Aeryn was sweaty and dirty from the hunting day, he didn’t even spare a glance in her direction before he ordered that she needed to prepare him a bath. Most of the time, he just treated her like a servant, so she got up and went to their bathroom to start preparing everything.

“What the healer said?” He asked as she rubbed a cloth on his back, she almost let it slip as she answered.

“A boy, she said it’s a boy.” He turned to her, a smile on his lips, the first genuine smile he ever gave her.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” He kissed her belly and she shivered. “Just a few more weeks and I’ll be ready to meet my boy.” The happiness in his tone made her even more nervous, he would kill them both when the truth came out.

That night he made sure they had a good meal together, he held her in his arms as they lay down to sleep, kissing her hair and thanking her for making him the happiest male alive. When she woke up, she knew what she had to do.

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Eris couldn’t focus on the papers, the distress he felt since yesterday still making him a little afraid for her, he knew that was coming from her end of the bond, stronger than ever before. He ran a hand through his hair, the small wooden cabin in the middle of the forest was silent, the only place no one knew it existed, his safe haven.

He got up, going to the kitchen to make some tea, the heavy rain fell outside when he heard a knock, someone was frantically knocking on his front door, only a crazy person would be walking around in the rain like this, he cursed under his breath, and opened the door, feeling his heart stop in his chest.

“Can I come in?” She smiled weakly, she was soaked and held a bag, behind her, a horse waited by the fence. He stepped to the side, allowing her in.

“How did you find me?”

“I just had to follow that pull in my chest.” He grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom to run her a bath, she silently followed him, after he prepared the bath, he stepped outside, letting her take her time while he prepared something for her to eat. “It smells delicious.” Her hair was wet and she smelled like sweet herbs, a large sweater covered her 10 months belly.

“Then come eat.” He handed her a bowl with the warm stew, and she quickly started to eat. “What happened Y/N?” She slowly looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

“It’s a girl!” That’s all that she needed to say, Eris was immediately by her side, pulling her in for a hug, she sobbed in his chest, the muffled sounds making his heart break.

“I always wanted a niece. Don’t let them take that happiness from you, especially since you always wanted a daughter.” He said, kissing her forehead.

“What will Aeryn do once he finds out the truth?” Her red eyes met his.

“Nothing, he won’t do anything cuz I won’t allow it.” He waited for her to finish eating before he led them to the only bedroom there, he made sure she was comfortable before he headed to the door.

“Can you stay?” She whispered in the darkness and the bond in his chest sang with life, warming his entire body, so he turned around, letting himself lay with her in his arms, feeling the happiest he had been in years.

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“Your father asked him to go on a diplomatic mission, so I took the chance and ran away in the middle of the night.” She said, stuffing her mouth with more scrambled eggs, Eris smiled at the sight, the one he have been wishing for 3 years.

Beron immediately knew about their bond, making an offer to her parents to marry her off with Aeryn in a way to punish him for working with the night court at the war, they sold her like an object and were more than happy to do so. So for three years, he had been longing to be with his mate, dreaming of having her in his arms like last night.

“You should rest after, or that baby girl might come before she’s supposed to.” She looked at him.

“Iris.”

“What?”

“Her name’s Iris.” He smiled at her.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.” He rested his hand on her belly and his forehead against hers.

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Her legs suddenly got wet, and she rose from her spot in the gardens, discarding the book she was trying to focus on, she started to breathe more quickly as she walked inside.

“What’s wrong?” He was immediately by her side and helping her to walk inside.

“It’s time.” His heart started to race against his ribs, and he helped her sit on the couch.

“Can you wait a little bit while I get a healer?” She nodded, trying to focus on her breath while the pain in her body increased, Eris winnowed away, leaving her alone.

“Push.” The healer demanded, and Y/N did, feeling her whole body being crushed, her back was pressed against Eris’s chest, while he held her, one hand massaging her belly and the other she held in a bone-crushing grip.

“You’re doing great darling, just push one more time.” He encouraged her, she was covered in sweat, a yell ripped from her gritted teeth, and her hand held him even tighter, he felt the pain, but compared to hers, it was nothing. Two hours and the baby still hadn't come out, he was starting to get worried.

Y/N kept pushing, feeling all her strength vanish as she did, her whole body felt weak but Eris's presence, his warm body against her, and his encouraging words, this made her push again, it was like she was being ripped apart, but suddenly the pain stopped and all she could hear was the light crying, the healers worked on the baby and then handed her a tiny package, from in between the blankets she could see the amount of red hair, the baby looked at her.

“Hi, Iris.” She whispered, and Eris could feel his chest filling with love, her love and his own filled his heart, the baby looked at him, and he thanked the Mother that he was seated, or he would’ve fallen to his knees at that moment.

“She’s so beautiful.” He let a finger caress her little cheek and he could swear that Iris smiled at him.

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Two days later all they could do was stare at the baby, Eris didn’t leave her side for anything, always making sure all her needs were attended to. She was feeding Iris when he had to go back to court, Aeryn had discovered Y/N had disappeared and he was going crazy.

“Where is she?” Aeryn yelled, hands grabbing his shirt while he pressed Eris against a wall.

“How would I know? You’re the one not taking care of your wife.” Aeryn’s fist connected to his eye and Eris felt his blood boiling, he grabbed his brother’s shirt, pushing him away, the fabric burned where he had touched.

“I will get that bitch back, she’s carrying my son.” Eris scoffed.

“Good luck finding her, idiot.” He left, heading to his father’s office, just to find it empty. His heart started to beat rapidly and he immediately winnowed back, the cabin was empty, and the smell of his father and his guards was recent.

Eris was freaking out, he had winnowed back to every spot he knew she could’ve been held hostage, but it was in the throne room he found her, her whole body had bruises and her face was swollen, she was almost unrecognizable, Beron and Aeryn were there, smirking while he held his daughter.

"It takes a weak female to produce another one.” Beron said, pointing to the baby and Eris stepped forward.

“Leave them alone, please.” He begged and their smirks just grew wider.

“You’re a disappointment, I don’t want to see your fucking face around anymore, but you’re welcome to this traitor execution tomorrow.” Beron, rose a hand, dismissing him and ordering his guards to remove him, he was thrown in the mud by the front door of the Forest House, his mind was spiraling with ideas and he winnowed again.

The knife was on his throat before he even stepped out of the flames, Rhysand and Cassian looked at him, so it was the Shadowsinger that held the weapon against him.

“What do you want?” He said in his ear, and Eris breathed, the image of Y/N still fresh in his head.

“Help.” Rhysand signaled for Azriel to put the knife down and he did. “You need to kill him. Tonight.”

“We know we still have to fulfill our part of the deal, but we need to prepare, I can’t just send someone to kill him now.” Rhysand said and he turned to Azriel, the only one who understood what longing for a mate meant.

“ I need you to kill him, he will kill my mate, please Azriel, please.” He didn’t care he sounded pathetic, the fear of losing her was bigger than the fear he felt of his father. “He will kill her and I don’t know what to do, I’m desperate.” Azriel looked at him, the coldness was replaced by a sparkle of empathy and he looked behind Eris, waiting for approval.

“You wait here, we’re doing it tonight.” The shadowsinger said and Eris didn’t give a fuck, he threw his arms around the Illyrian, pulling him in for a tight hug, and his tears soaked the warrior’s clothes.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“You’re welcome, High Lord.” Azriel said, gently pulling Eris away and disappearing through the shadows.

Rhysand’s inner circle listened patiently as he told their story, Morrigan held his hand the entire time, and by the end, he felt like he could really trust these people. He couldn’t sleep, waiting for Azriel’s return. He returned by the sunrise, her smell hitting him, he ran to the living room, where Azriel had just arrived with Y/N and Iris in her hands.

“You’re going to be okay, it’s over now.” Eris said as he held her closer, closing the distance between them, kissing her swollen lips with all the care in the world, her bruises were still very fresh.

“I love you.” She breathed and he felt his tears again.

“And I love you two so much. Thank you Azriel, I will be forever in debt to you.” The male just shook his head, leaving them alone.

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The news of Baron’s death traveled fast, and those who knew or suspected that Eris was responsible for it, pretended they didn't, no one said a word, accomplices of an act of love.

“As the High Lord, you’re banished from the Autumn Court, if you’re seen in its territory once again, you will be executed.” His voice was commanding and powerful as he sentenced Aeryn, the male looked at him. “Consider this a kind gesture from your High Lady.” He said, leaving the cell his brother was being held.

Y/N was playing with Iris in their room, she looked at him, a smile on her lips, making her eyes shine brighter.

“Thank you for everything.” She said.

“I would do anything for my family.” He kissed her forehead and the baby in her arms, his family finally reunited as it was always meant to be.

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fantasyandshit · 17 days

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Little bird

Type: one shot

Pairing: Rhysand x fem!reader

Based off of this request

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Angstttt- torture, kidnapping, death, no comfort.

“I’ll go.”

“No you won’t.” The high lord- and my mate quickly protests. We need someone to go to the Autumn court, with Cassian, Mor obviously wasn’t going to be forced to do this, Azriel was out on another mission, Amren wasn’t going for- again, obvious reasons; and Rhysand was drowning in work. It only made sense for me to go with Cassian, which is what I tried to argue to my husband.

“Rhys. Baby it’s three days, I can handle myself- plus, Cassian will be there too.” I’m stern as I stare at the male.

“Fine.” He sighs, “but- I want updtates every night and if I suspect anything weird from the bond- I’m coming down right away. Understood?”

“Yes love. I’ll go get packed and me and Cass will leave in the hour.” I give Rhysand a soft kiss, my hand going to rest on his cheek as I whisper, “I will be perfectly fine, nothing will go wrong. Promise.”

Rhysand nods softly as I pull away, “goodbye Darling. I love you, be safe ok.”

“Always love. I love you.”

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“Yn! Yn! Wake up! Please wake up Yn!” I groan in protest to the hands shaking my tired body.

“Wha- Cass? What’s going on?” My head is pulsing and I can feel my skin scraping on concrete.

“We were ambushed as we arrived across the borders. I woke up about two hours ago- I think? We’re in a dungeon somewhere- in Autumn presumably.”

I nod slowly, trying to sit up from where my head rests on my friends thighs. I groan, my head is killing me. I lean against the wall with Cassian, trying to gather my thoughts as best as possible. Looking around- I find Cassian is right, concrete walls surround us, other than the bars leading out into a hallway. A fae light on the outside seems to be our only source of light, and I can hear water trickling further down.

As I try to reach out to my mate, I find our bond blocked- shit. Fae bane.

Me and Cassian sit in the cell side by side for what feels like an eternity, just silently wondering how this could happen. Wondering if Eris somehow planned this or if he was none the wiser.

“Ooh, looks like our little bird is finally awake.” I look up at the voice, jolting as a snap sounds and then my body is hanging, feet chained to the ground and arms to the sealing, hanging in a sort of star shape. Cassian faces me, his arms shackled to a wall above him.

I glad at the man as he steps forward, his hand grabs my chin and I take the opportunity, turning my head and biting down. Hard. He grunts, pulling away, blood leaking from his wound and my mouth as I smirk, showing off bloody teeth. Cassian sits with a mixture of shock and proud as I spit out the crimson liquid. That look switches to horror as I’m back handed, my head swiveling as I spit a tooth out. My chin is yet again grabbed in a rough hold. “Now you listen here bitch. You’re gonna learn to listen and behave. Do you understand?” I don’t respond, simply glaring silently as he throws my head back, walking to a cart I didn’t realize was there. He walks back with a leather strap of sorts- at first I assume it’s a whip, only to realize how wrong I am when it’s strapped across my head and a ball is shoved in my mouth. He gagged me.

He fucking gagged me.

That little bitch.

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Rhysand started freaking out as the hours ticked on with no update from you. You promised. You promised to update him every night and so far the bond was cold. Too cold for his liking. “Calm down cousin. Shes probably just warn out from the travel. She’ll get to you tomorrow.”

Rhysand shakes his head, unable to understand how his cousin is so calm. She just doesn’t understand.

Finally after much back and forth, Morrigan gets Rhysand to calm down. He could wait till tomorrow to start worrying.

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Another guttural scream leaves me as a fae bane tipped blade is plunged into my thigh. I had tried staying silent, but after so long of trying, I couldn’t anymore. I was so tired. In the distance, beyond the ringing, I can hear Cassian begging for the man to stop, to hurt him instead, but he is simply ignored.

As said man leaves yet again, I’m dropped from my chains and cassians disappear as well. My friend crawls to me, cooing softly as he cradles my head in his hands softly. “Oh dear. I’m so so sorry Yn. Rhys will come soon. Cauldron I’m sorry. You’re so strong, so brave.”

A small smile graces my lips. “It’s ok. You stay strong. I can handle this. But what I can’t handle? Is seeing you hurt. So just stay strong ok. We’ll get through this.” I’m exhausted, my eyes fluttering shut.

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My eyes shoot open as the chains reappear around me. But I notice. This is different, there’s a cool metal under me, my body is strapped in a star but I’m strapped down to a table. This is also when I notice- no gag. For some reason this scared me more than the gag and hanging chains, because I don’t know what to expect here. The man walks in, this time, as I look over. I notice he’s carrying a bucket and a rag. Shit. I know what this is. I squirm as he moves forward, my fit bringing him joy as he chuckles, setting the bucket down beside the table as he moves towards me.

“This is gonna be fun.” He smiles darkly as he puts the rag over my face, bending down to get the water. No. No please no. Gods please no.

I hold my breath as he poors the water over me, I hold it as long as possible, but eventually- I have to suck in a deep breath. Gasping and spluttering as the rag gets sucked in, feeling like I’m drowning. I can hear Cassians chains rattling as this continues.

Another snap.

I’m back in the hanging chains.

I wince as I hear the flicker of fire. Fuck. Water now fire. I can’t do this anymore. Ive been holding on for Rhys but at this point im convinced no one is coming, and im exhausted. The man’s words wring through my head as the flame is brought to the bottoms of my feet.

‘They aren’t coming.’

‘No body cares about you.’

‘If they were truly worried, if they truly loved you. They be here.’

And I started to believe him. At first I didn’t, but slowly, I started to believe him, his words clawing into my brain and nestling there. No one was coming for me. No one cared.

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The next time I’m let from my chains, I land in a puddle of my own bodily fluids, blood, tears, piss, and puke. Fuck. Everything hurt. My mind flashes to the electric rods, the burning that filled me with the electricity. The convulsions caused a minor seizure from what I understood. This- was the cause for the piss I now laid in. My mind moves to the flashes of the whip, beating down on my back, tearing through skin and tissue and muscle. The pain was so severe after fifty three that I pulled my brains out- for the sixth time since we were captured. Next, my mind flashes to the crow bar. I can practically feel my ribs cracking again, I splutter as I cough up more blood. A result of my punctured lung from said crowbar. The same reason for my leg bone sticking out of my skin disgustingly.

But by far. The worst thing. It wasn’t the physical torture no. It was hearing Cassian beg. Beg for them to beat him, to just leave me alone as I’m beaten and bruised. It was the thoughts that now swam around my mind like a whirlpool, telling me that no one loved me. That no one missed me. That Rhysand. My mate. Would be here if he truly cared.

My mate.

He didn’t care.

He probably wanted me gone.

That’s why he agreed to let me go.

“Hey. Hey. Come back to me. Look at me sweetheart.” My eyes flutter open, meeting Cassians as he pets my hair. “Shh. It’s ok. Your ok.” I cough up more blood as I struggle to breathe.

“Cass…I’m-fuck- why has no one come for us? Do they not care.” I gulp a ragged breath of air

“Hey. No hey. Don’t let his words get in your head. They care. They are trying to find us. In fact, they are probably charging here now. Ok.”

I nod, still not fully believing him as my eyes flutter shut again and I float into darkness.

———

“Fuck!” Rhysand throws the table across the room. Three days. Three fucking days! He was close to finding you but not quite able to yet and it was not only pissing him off, but blinding him with rage and agony.

“Rhysand.”

“Fuck! Eris I will fucking kill you! What the fuck do you want! How did you get here!” The son of Autumn is pinned by the neck against the wall.

“Well. Your wards are quite weak. Also- I know where your precious mate is.”

“Where?” He growls, calling for Azriel in his mind. Once the shadowsinger arrives, they are winnowed to Autumn, the dungeons under the castle to be exact.

“All I can tell you is a few of my father’s men took them. They will be down here. We better hurry.”

The three tear through the halls. Till finally, they reach the cell they are looking for.

———

“-Fear bo evil. Feel no pain.” Cassian finished the prayer to the mother, sending you off to a peaceful land of eternal sleep. Pushing your hair back and kissing your head softly. Silent tears cascading down his face as he cradles your broken body.

“Cass?” Rhysand drops to his feet beside his friend.

“I’m so sorry brother. She was so strong, so brave. But- I. I couldn’t save her.” The brothers eyes meet, nothing but pain rushing through them as Cassian hands his brother his mates body.

“Fuck baby. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Forgive me love. Please forgive me.” Rhysand cries and begs, begging for you to come back, to not leave him. Begging for your forgiveness and chanting about how sorry he is.

“Rhysand. I truly am sorry but we have to go. Now.” Even Eris’ eyes prickle with tears and his voice betrays him as he speaks, cracking a bit in the middle of his sentence.

The high lord of night nods, picking you up and moving to the door. The four make it to the house of wind. Rhysand setting your body in the dining room table. Bending over your body, weeping into your cold shoulder. As Mor makes it into the room, she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as lets out a cry. Falling to her ‘sisters’ side.

That night. The sky was a little bit dimmer- all except the bright shooting star that flew past the house of wind, lighting up the dull night. Rhysand knew. He knew that was you, showing him you’d always be there, always be with him.

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Okkkk I hope this was ok? I was really struggling but I hope it’s up to standard? Thank you sm for the request and I promise I am slowly but surely making my way through the lists.

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sjmgirlie · 3 months

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I’m sorry. I try not to be rude about people’s ships because well you have fun with what you like and I’m totally okay with that. But the discourse about the Blood Rite and Hybern camp is hilarious.

Of course Cassian was freaking out knowing his mate was in the BR. A completely normal reaction when you have strong feelings/a bond with someone. Did Azriel? No. Was he still furious at the mention that the women he is training are in harms way? Of course??? Contrary to popular believe, Azriel actually exhibits way more protectiveness over the females in his life than any other character in ACOTAR:

Mor - Eris calls her a slut and he literally almost chokes him to death. Always protective of her in Court of Nightmares and around Eris.

Feyre - be careful how you speak about my High Lady. Helps her with flying and other moments.

Nesta - He brought her back from the mask and comforted her in CC3. Was never mean to her in any of the books even when the rest of IC was.

Elain - Hybern, when everyone (including her sisters and mate) thought she was crazy. There’s more.

His mother - Nesta makes a comment about how Az probably has a bad mom and he gets mad.

These are off the top of my head.

I feel like people forget that Az… does not like Illyrians. He literally said in ACOFAS:

“A pointless week of bloodshed” pg 25

“The Illyrians are pieces of shit” pg 67

If it truly came down to it, I’m sure that Azriel would at least argue to break their rules. Just like Cassian did. But Cassian still cares about the Illyrians. Azriel really doesn’t.

The involvement of Nesta and Gwyn is the Blood Rite is not as significant as Emerie’s!!!!!! Emerie is an Illyrian woman. She is the ONLY Illyrian woman to ever win the Rite. THAT is the biggest plot point of the event. Yes, Gwyn and Nesta participating builds on their healing journeys and the Valkyrie, but Emerie winning the Rite initiates what SJM laid out in ACOFAS. Where Cassian and Emerie first met. The layout for a change in Illyrians and the Illyrian women actually training as warriors.

If anyone is going to “fix” the Illyrians, it will be Emerie. Not Gwyn or Nesta. Emerie, the ILLYRIAN women. And Cassian would be who helps potentially. Because he actually cares about the Illyrians regardless of his history. He is the General. Of course he cares.

Now in terms of the rescue of Elain in Hybern, as many have already said, this was a massive risk. Cassian said "We'll get her back", but moved to comfort Nesta. Not only did Az actually notice Elain wasn’t there, but he also specifically said “I'M getting her back” twice (with rage if I might add) even after Nesta specifically said “then you will die”. Az, Feyre and Elain could have died in this rescue attempt too.

What was the point of this kidnapping if not to show he saves her? Tamlin redemption for giving Feyre the wind to fly? Jurian helping Feyre enter the camp? For Feyre to fly? Like maybe but the biggest point was Azriel going to save Elain. Tbh we kind of needed Feyre there to narrate lol. “You came for me” which Feyre says is what she saw in her dream of what the cauldron even lured Elain in by. That Grayson had come for her. He didn’t, it was Azriel.

Do I think if there weren’t the rules for the Rite that Cassian and Azriel would have went to save them? Of course they would have. But they weren’t meant to rescue them.

This was the big moment in all of the healing journeys for the Valkryie. For Emerie, becoming the first Illyrian women to win it. For Gwyn, leaving the library and becoming a true warrior. For Nesta, holding the line and protecting the people she loves like she hasn’t been able to before. THAT is the purpose of the Blood Rite. Not determining if there’s some couples involved. We already know the couple involved. It’s Nessian.

We seriously need to stop diminishing massive moments in the female characters journeys to ships.

#acotar series #eriel #pro eriel

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or0ch1maru · 4 months

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headcanons for playing just dance with the akatsuki members? 💃

This is honestly fucking hilarious and I’m the perfect amount of buzzed for this

I can’t stop laughing at imagining how this would actually go

Also, I haven’t played just dance in years so if I make a mistake in anything, let me know and I’ll edit it🫶🏻

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Hidan:

•would be the type to forget to tighten the strap around his wrist, the remote going soaring when he swings his arm too hard. Bonus points if it hits another member or breaks something

•doesn’t play fair. AT ALL. Will knock into his opponent or shit talk to the point it distracts them

•I can see him being the type to play this game drunk, not buzzed, but drunk. His movements over exaggerated and sloppy. He thinks he’s doing amazing but in reality he looks like a fish out of water, flapping & flailing around

Kakuzu:

•he would rather give up all his money before playing something so ‘stupid’ and ‘childish’ and that says a lot lol

•would sit off to the side, watching as his comrades play and enjoy themselves. Just because he’s a grouch and doesn’t let loose like they do, doesn’t mean he’ll ruin their fun

•I can see him disappearing and hiding in his room to avoid Hidan’s constant begging and whining. He knows deep down Kakuzu would eventually give into him, even if it’s only to shut him up and Kakuzu doesn’t want to ‘stoop to that level’

Konan:

•omg, she’d be so good at it. Her movements smooth and languid. She doesn’t look out of place at all like Hidan does, moving as if she was a natural dancer

•ends up racking up the most points by the end of the game, beating everybody she plays against. Her focus controlled, even when up against Hidan, who tries to knock her knee out

•isn’t ashamed one bit, not even if the dance moves displayed come off corny to others, ignoring the chuckles of her mates as she copies the choreography

Pain:

•at the very beginning, he’d be shy. His movements stiff. His hands barely leaving the sides of his body as he copies what’s displayed on the screen

•would totally be flustered, cheeks red and an awkward smile plastered on his face as he feels all the eyes of his teammates on him as he dances

•it’s not until he’s like 5 drinks in, feeling a decent buzz when he finally lets go and dances like no tomorrow. Not giving a shit if he messes up

Kisame:

•the team cheerleader. Claps, cheers, and shouts as he encourages his mates to keep going.

•even though he’s skilled on the battlefield doesn’t entirely mean he’s a good dancer. With how big he is, his movements are erratic, taking up most of the space in front of the tv, and ends up knocking into his opponent a few times

•doesn’t care about points or winning as he’s simply enjoying bonding as friends and family. Knowing he’d cherish this moment forever

Itachi:

•just like Konan, his movements would be smooth, but also sharp and precise

•I also believe he’d be a little apprehensive at first, not because he feels like he’d embarrass himself or anything, but because he hasn’t been able to relax and have fun in a long time, having to grow up so early in life

•ends up having the time of his life, coming in second to Konan, and having a celebratory drink to commemorate his small victory

Tobi:

•would be an absolute clown about everything but truthfully, making everyone’s night even better

•I think he’d be shy, just like pain, but once he gets over it, would have a lot of fun. Focusing on the dance moves as much as possible even though he ends up missing a step time to time

•would take FOREVER trying to pick a song, I feel like he’d chose something by lady Gaga or Rihanna. Something fun and upbeat

Zetsu:

•honestly, I think he wouldn’t participate. Would linger and watch the others as they play. Taking post in his favorite spot in the wall or on the arm of the couch

•black and white Zetsu would be going back and forth between the two of them as white Zetsu wants to play but black Zetsu doesn’t. Ends up giving in and sitting aside the whole night

•would sneak back later once everyone has gone to bed or passed out drunk to play by himself

Sasori:

•would also think the game is ‘stupid’ but after a drink or two would be the first one with a remote in his hand, ready to dance

•once he gets in the zone, his mates all agreed he had a natural ‘talent’, not better than Konan or Itachi, but close to it. What his mates don’t know is that he comes into the living room to play time to time when nobody’s home

•when he’s not playing, he makes sure his friends have what they want or need. Snack, another beer, etc

Deidara:

•nervous baby for sure. At the beginning that is.

•When he wins his first match, beating Kisame in a landslide, that win, gets to his head. Ends up cocky and taunting everybody, only to lose his next match to Hidan.

•definitely flamboyant and extravagant with his moves. Almost hit Hidan in the face before his loss. Curses when he drops the remote. Completely forgot to even slide the strap on his wrist, which gave Hidan the chance to succeed

Orochimaru:

•at first, they’d simply enjoy watching and observing their team as they play and have fun. For some reason I can see them writing things down for their research. Something about how bonding is essential for security and happiness in a friend group

•orochimaru would be enjoying the drinks more than the game, drink after drink to help unwind, realizing how much they truly enjoy being around others compared to being stuck in the lab all day

•would play a round or two towards the end of the night for the hell of it. Using the excuse of ‘it’s for my research’ instead of coming clean about their real reason. They wanted to experience the fun but they’d never admit that

I had lady Gaga’s, heavy metal lover on repeat while writing this. I love her and I feel like a handful of the akatsuki would too🫶🏻

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #orochimaru #orochimaru stories #konan headcanons #zetsu x reader #kakuzu headcanons #orochimaru story #sasori akatsuki #hidan headcanon #itachi headcanons #kisame fluff #deidara headcanon #obito headcanons #tobi headcanon #zetsu #Zetsu headcanon #pain akatsuki

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bonefall · 5 months

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Since she was mentioned briefly in the previous post- can Fernstripe and Sunbeam have at least a single conversation together? Something like “hey, what were your trials like and what should I expect?” It doesn’t have to give anything away by having her go “my trials were done under Bramblestar, not Squirrelstar, I can’t promise our trials will be remotely similar”. Though I just want Sunbeam to have friends outside of her in-laws and it’d be cool to see Fernstripe do something outside of “oh yeah she exists” without her actually appearing.

Fernstripe and Shellfur got blorboified. They're one of my favorite background character ships entirely because of BB additions, lmao

They bonded over Shellfur asking her for "niceness lessons," because Spotfur wasn't going to have her husband's bully of a brother know his nespring if he didn't figure his shit out.

I used them for framing what a Gathering and Aftergathering look like at the Lake

Fernstripe can't cook for shit

I am once again, much like a firm guardian telling the kiddies to not get too attached to all of the foster kittens we're sponsoring, saying that I can't say how exactly I'll be using Fernstripe in ASC quite yet. But I CAN promise you for sure that she is going to have waaaaay more of a role.

Both as a fresh migrant to ThunderClan just like Sunny-B, and also as a member of the Graykin family through her mateship to Shellfur. The Graykin family gets a lot more focus in BB because I can't be normal about them.

Assorted thoughts;

I want Sunny to have a bit of a concern, through Fernstripe. See, SHE belongs because she's mates with Shellfur. But what would that mean for Sunny if Nightheart never comes back?

Fernstripe should be someone that Sunbeam gets to know very well, if I do end up going to her having more agency over "constructing" teams of cats for her trials.

And she explicitly should realize, "Fernstripe is my friend which makes me want to pick her; but she's intelligent, not powerful. I can't put her on any tasks that involve that."

"............or anything food-related. of course. good lord"

Someone will mention that Fernstripe was grandfather-claused under any revision that bumped up the 1 task to 3. Most of ThunderClan is pretty openly rolling their eyes about even the 1 task, so they're definitely not going to make Fern do 2 more.

It's funny that there are now 3 cats with Fern prefixes in ThunderClan lmao.

And there's been even more ferns, historically

Brackenfur was named after a type of fern. His daughter, Honeyfern, was named after him before earning that Honor Title

Ferncloud just died, Spotfur named a kit after her (not graystripe), there's also Fernsong, and now Fernstripe. In Clanmew these are all different types of fern, but they're still ferns.

It should be a running joke in other Clans that they use "fern" as the prefix for random hypothetical warriors.

Kinda like how if you're talking about Americans you'll be like, "John Hamburger visits 200 diners a minute and consumes half of the world's oil," or if you're talking about Brits you're like "Kingsley Bigglesworth is repelled by spice like a vampire to the sun, must have an IV drip of blended beans-on-toast to survive."

"Fernface hears a cat sneeze across the lake, arrives with 15 clerics and a bowl of fruit juice they call "soup", cries when you don't say thank you more than twice."

Fernstripe must have been mortified when she realized that her parents named her Fern and then she ended up joining ThunderClan, lmao

#BB!Fernstripe #Better Bones AU #BB!ASC

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deathsweetblossoms · 1 year

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But do Lorcan and Elide ever have a conversation about being mates outside of that Maeve induced nightmare?!? What kind of 😭😭

SJM if we ever meet in person it’s on sight for robbing me of what Lorcan did and for no follow through with the mates convo between these two. (EDIT; AND NO WEDDING SCENE. SJM. WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE?!) I mean wtf.

#elorcan #sjm is my enemy and my friend #literally if I was ever at a fan event and we got to Q&A her I would just rip into her about elide and Lorcan #‘when did you decide you wanted them to be together I need to know’#‘was it when you were designing their characters and respective gods?!? because that’s some GOOD SHIT Sarah I swear tfg’#‘CAN a human and a Demi fae be mates? how does that work? how do they know???’#‘is the experience similar to or different than fae/fae bonds?’#‘also would you argue then that it was kind of like a feysand situation where Lorcan was unknowingly waiting for her???’#even without knowing he was waiting for her since he was so AVERSE to love?!?! I mean omg #ship wars? I care not - I want information on the writing process of these two #I know she has a ton of bg info she isn’t sharing #don’t try to act like she doesn’t #you can’t just have him SAY something like this and then not give me MORE??#yeah ok he gives up his immortality for her #can they sense each other? is there an energetic bond?! ARE they mates?!?

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witch-and-her-witcher · 3 months

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Reprieve

xaden/violet | E | porn with feelings, angst, hurt/comfort, light bondage, knifeplay | 6k

ao3

“I just thought you might like to explore an aspect of Tyrrish culture. I can tie every knot in that book.” He flashes a smile. “It’ll be fun to see if you can keep up with me.” - Xaden, Iron Flame (spoilers)

Violet and Xaden get a weekend’s reprieve from it all. Or, the bondage scene I thought we were getting with the books on knots.

(Thank you kindly to @belabellissima and @climbthemountain2020 for beta reading this for me!!)

~*~

"I feel heavy,” she’d said.

The weight on those thin, deceptively strong shoulders. The weight on her lion’s heart. The weight in those beautiful, round eyes that hold depths of kindness most people won’t even come in contact within a lifetime.

There was a time Xaden would have told himself it was good for Violet, to feel that burden of loss. What exactly was at stake here.

But he’d been naive then.

Naive to the extent of his own capacity to care. And he’d had plenty of exposure to carrying the weight of death, of war, of the lives of one hundred and seven others in enemy territory who relied on him, on a whole country —

Fuck, if heavy isn’t exactly what it all feels like.

And it isn’t getting any lighter.

“Self-pity doesn’t suit you,” Sgaeyl warns.

“I’m not in the mood for a lecture.”

“I didn’t ask,” she responds, voice huskier than normal. “But since you deem fit to push your thoughts so loudly and interrupt —”

“— don’t finish that. Understood.”

Xaden mortars and bricks the bond between himself and his dragon. Gods, he should have known the mates wouldn’t bother keeping their claws to themselves until nightfall.

“Perhaps if you didn’t inflict your own discomfort with idealistic notions,” slips through before Xaden can finish blocking out Sgaeyl.

“Then who would I be?”

Sgaeyl chuffs with the relaxed good humor that only comes with proximity to Tairn.

At least they’re enjoying each other’s company.

The line to Sgaeyl and the dimmer tether to Tairn fall quiet as he finishes blocking them out.

Violet’s shoulders droop in her chair, her normally rigid posture given way to the exhaustion of nightmare-riddled sleep. The stress of studies when her mind refused to cooperate, refused to put all of the shitty experiences from the past year in a neat little box to ignore like she preferred to do with everything uncomfortable, unfavorable.

Just like she’d done with Liam’s letters. Putting them in a box for her to kick under the bed until she was ready to … What? She’d yet to … well, to do anything with. Giving them to Sloane right away felt too risky, first years weren’t allowed mail and if the letters were found in her possession they could be confiscated, or worse yet — burned.

So under her bed, safe behind the wards Xaden had put around her room, they sat. Collecting dust.

Yeah, that’s probably what she’d do with all of the shit they’d gone through too if she had it her way. Violet liked to just move on and not wallow.

Xaden appreciates that about her.

But it doesn’t do much in the way of preparing oneself for the gaping hole in their lives that can’t just be tossed away. Forgotten in a neat box. Left to collect dust.

Xaden’s chest clenches like the weight of his missing brother is pressing directly on his sternum.

Pressing, pressing, pressing.

Maybe it’ll just crack.

Violet’s enchanted quill clatters to the desk and she drops her face into her hands, deflating with an exasperated sigh. She presses the heels of her palms into her eyes.

The air whooshes back into Xaden’s lungs. He remembers how to breathe through the sorrow again.

For her. He has to be strong, he has to be whole, for her.

With the bond between his dragon quiet, with the halls of the second year wing quiet as students have either turned in early to recover from the week — or, more than likely, headed out to Chantara to blow off steam — and with his powers reigned in tight so he doesn’t unintentionally latch onto Violet and read her, all Xaden can hear is the memory of her words on loop in his mind.

“I feel heavy.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Violet’s spine curves, curling in on herself further. Milky white flesh stretches taut above the collar of her training blouse, unbuttoned several down but not removed.

“I don’t think our dragons are interested in flying right now.”

“Should we let them have all the fun?” Xaden tries to push levity into his tone. “I didn’t mean flying. Let’s go into town.”

Violet scrubs a hand along her scalp, carelessly tugging hair from her braid. After a moment’s consideration, she leans back to study him sideways where Xaden has gotten to his feet. It’s tempting, oh so tempting, to reach out with his powers and snag what lies beneath that assessing gaze —

Shadows convulse and writhe in the corners of the room as he clenches his fist against the urge.

He’s considered himself a patient man until now. A controlled man even.

Until Violet.

“What do you want to do in town?”

“Have a few drinks, dance, play cards?”

“Pass.”

Xaden’s gaze darkens as he lowers his voice and says, “Rent a room, pretend we’re a nobody couple getting away for a night of fucking and maybe even some cuddling if you’re not too much of a brat?”

Violet’s eyes alight at that. “Doesn’t that break your rule? I’m not going to say —”

“Fuck the rule.” Xaden surges forward, spinning her chair around so they’re nose to nose. His arms bracket her body. He towers over Violet, but there’s nothing small about the heat or intensity that flushes her neck, parts her lips just so, sets her brow with heady interest while she doesn’t so much as flinch beneath him. “For the next twenty-four hours. Fuck. The. Rule.”

It’s a concession neither of them is used to making.

But they’ll crack if they don’t release some of this pressure.

He knows it.

She knows it.

And because she’s the smartest person he’s ever come across, if not the most difficult, the corner of Violet’s mouth ticks up into a smirk in answer.

It’s easier than they expect to blend into the throng of upperclassmen from all sectors of Basgiath as well as active-duty riders, soldiers and healers alike mixing in the streets and taverns of the mage light illuminated Chantara.

With cloaks drawn to cover her telling silver-tipped hair, his distinct relic tattoo, they’re just another couple getting a room for a night of drinking and fucking and forgetting about the unforgiving life they lead in the name of a united Navarre.

But before they can slip away to the room Xaden pays for with his measly first year active rider’s wages — although more than what Violet has despite her last name— a musician pulls up his stool and begins playing. The melancholy, soulful cords of his voice and instrument are their own gravitational pull.

It’s not the party scene of Chantara either of them had anticipated.

But Violet and Xaden are far from the only people who have experienced trauma and it makes sense this would be an appealing performer. The man’s crooning is powerful, moving in its mournful undulations.

Violet’s pale blue gaze can’t be torn from the stage. He wants to drink in the sight of her, transfixed on the make-shift stage and emotions dancing across her face that make it obvious she’s all at once at peace and at war with herself.

It’s all he can do to keep a watchful eye on the other audience members, head on a swivel to ensure no one is taking advantage of the distraction. There are more glistening eyes, hands clutched to chests, than security risks though.

He forces himself to relax. Twenty-four hours, he can unwind, for twenty-four hours, he can be exactly who she needs.

Xaden positions himself behind Violet, wraps his arms around her so her back is pulled flush to his body. The back of her head rests perfectly against his collarbone, just right for his chin to set on. The delicate scent of her shampoo wafts up, curling through him and further easing the tension running down his spine, his rigid muscles easing ever so slightly.

They sway with the music.

Time passes fluidly in the dimly lit tavern, chatter continuing in the booths around them, but it’s respectful to the rapt attention on the dance floor for the performer.

The moment is so normal.

Xaden fights the itch of anxiety, of endless awareness from the outpost, from always having to watch his own back for a knife ready to plunge into —

Twenty-four hours, you bastard, he berates himself.

All he should care about is the woman tucked willingly, safely against his body. Warm skin, beating heart. Alive, alive, alive. How many times has that seemed like a question rather than a certainty?

Too many to squander this moment.

Gods, she’d agreed to this reprieve and he can’t risk fucking it up with his own broodiness.

She deserves the world, but if Violet will settle for Xaden Riorson, then he’ll make it worth her while.

The instrument's strings thrum in a final note.

Violet’s lips part in a gentle exhale, her shoulders drop under his arms where he’s folded around her, as if she’s been holding her breath, as the singer ends his song and releases her from his thrall.

“Xaden?”

“Yes?”

It’s his turn to be absolutely captivated as she turns those intelligent eyes on him. A flush from the crowded space has brightened her cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, and her splattering of freckles stands out in contrast as she tilts her head back to see him, but it’s the mage light’s twinkling in the reflection of those sharp, icy depths, the dancing of candle flames against her enlarged pupils —

Xaden inhales sharply.

Godsdamn, this woman. This woman is everything. Everything good, everything right —

“Take me to bed?”

His insides pull tight with arousal at the simple words.

“Alright,” he says, low and deep and rumbling against her body like the hunger that reverberates through his entire being for her. “Alright, Violence. Whatever you say.”

Xaden has other plans than simply going to bed.

The floral scent of the bath oil swirls upwards in the tendrils of steam, the cool air from the open window in the bathing chamber drawing it out towards the night sky. The water laps around shapely calves as Violet crosses one foot over the other on the far lip of the tub. She sighs, luxuriating in the drag of Xaden’s fingers up and down her arms.

It’s taking all of his willpower to keep his erection at bay, from pushing his lustful need into her backside to seek the friction he knows will ease some of the want, while also igniting a flame that will be near impossible to keep from catching, from burning down every last wall of his resolve to behave.

This is about her.

Xaden kisses away the damp mix of salty sweat and bathwater from the swath of Violet’s elegant neck exposed to him.

The variation between his golden-brown hands and her moon pale skin is magnified under the water as he massages her biceps, up to her shoulders. He has to close his eyes to keep from staring at the soft rosebud peaks of her nipples that are pebbled where the water ebbs around them.

“So beautiful,” he breathes against her skin.

“Don’t think this means I still don’t know three different ways to kill you from this position if I need to.”

“I’d think I’m vulnerable enough in this position to incapacitate without much struggle.”

Violet’s chuckle makes her breasts bounce.

Fuck. This is about her, this is about her, this is about her …

“I never knew you could be such a romantic.”

“For you, Vi, I can be anything.” She isn’t wrong. It feels unnatural to slow down, to capture this softness between them. If he’s being honest with himself, it’s driving him a little insane.

But for her. It’s worth it.

Besides, the alternative is driving himself insane over the long list of his worries, of problems to solve, of politics and war and —

He presses his thumb in steady circles along her spine, careful to use just the right amount of pressure to massage her persistently sore muscles and not bruise or cause further pain. Distracts himself with her needs, what he can do for her.

Thinking of the regular discomfort, the regular hurt, Violet carries around in her small body alongside the rest of the shit … If he could, Xaden would carry the burden for her, alleviate whatever aches and pains he possibly could by offering up his own body instead.

“Thank you,” she says, arching her spine like a satiated cat. “That feels amazing.”

“Anywhere else I can massage?”

Violet hums thoughtfully before twisting in the tub until they’re facing each other, breathing the same air.

“If you’ll let me have my turn to take care of you? I can think of something that could use a very intimate massage.”

Xaden lifts his mouth to hers, lets their lips slot against one another. Her tongue immediately begs entrance, exploring the hot cavern of his mouth, the back of his teeth. He grabs a handful of her ass to grind her hips forward, the hard peaks of her nipples press into his chest. It elicits a low moan in the back of her throat.

They taste, touch, take against one another's bodies until Xaden’s certain he’s so hard he may pass out from lack of blood flow above the waist.

They break apart with a thin line of spit connecting their panting mouths.

Violet’s pink tongue darts out to lick clean her kiss-swollen lips, takes that string of their mixed saliva with its return to her mouth.

“Come on.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Xaden grips her thighs and lifts Violet and himself from the tub in one swift move.

“Let's dry you off and get you tucked into bed, you must be exhausted —”

Violet cuts off his taunting words by locking her ankles at the small of his back and salaciously rubbing the seam of herself against his length.

“Don’t be fucking stupid.”

He laughs.

“Stupid? With you? Never.” He groans as she bucks her hips forward. “Fuck — yeah, Sorrengail, you don’t have an ounce of effect on me.”

She grins wolfishly and nips at his jawline. “Ounces? No. Inches?” She grinds against him pointedly. “Hm, I think that’s up for debate.”

Xaden growls, on the verge of losing the careful control over his desire for her that he’s held locked up firmly tight all evening.

The rich timbre of her laugh fills the bedroom as Xaden carries her into the room. His shadows twirl and dance, unwittingly feeding off of his steady flow of emotions. Or maybe just as fond of the sound as their master.

Xaden doesn’t need to read her intentions to know the slick moisture of her cunt against his iron hard cock isn’t bath water, is nothing but her own heady want for him.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispers, peppering kisses along his jaw, his neck, paying careful attention to the ridges of his marked tattoo.

“How do you plan to do that, Vi?”

“Set me down.”

He obeys.

Couldn’t act against her will even if he wanted.

Violet smiles seductively over her shoulder before turning her attention to her pack. Her skin is still pink from the bath water, smells so strongly of the oil that all Xaden wants to do is bury his face in the lush skin of her breasts, her hips, her thighs and never bother breathing air that isn’t scented with her again.

The muscles along her back flex as she moves, undoing the draw strings and rifling through —

What she withdraws from her pack is the last thing Xaden expects.

Violet’s lips cock upwards along with a single brow.

In her small but sure hands is the coil of soft threaded rope he’d gifted her along with the Tyrrish knot tying books.

“I thought I’d show you what I’ve learned so far?”

Xaden’s eyes dart between the metal headboard of the bed frame to the rope to the sultry look in her pale blue eyes. He draws his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you want me to —”

“No.” Violet steps forward until she’s close enough she has to look up to meet his heated gaze. “Let me take care of you,” she repeats.

Xaden swallows thickly.

She tilts her head to the side. “Unless you don’t want me to?”

“N-no, I do,” Xaden rushes to say, fumbling like an untried youth. His dick might explode he wants her to that much. “I just … It’s difficult for me, to …”

“Trust?” Challenge flashes in her expression, but she lets it pass like a storm cloud. “I know. But you can trust me, Xaden. Give up control. Just for a few hours.”

Relief washes over him that the conversation won’t pivot to the deeper issues around that single word: ‘trust.’ How can he ask this of her when he refuses to give it to her?

Violet drapes the rope along the muscular planes of his chest. Tickles his dusky nipple with the end. She looks up beneath her lashes at him. There’s something vulnerable in that look, the knowledge she’s offering to take this on and if he tells her no, it will be taken as a rejection, a direct criticism of his belief in her capabilities.

“Please?”

Xaden huffs a laugh. “A few hours, Violence? Even for me, that may be a stretch.”

She grins, wide and open.

“Let’s find out, then.”

The silky threads of the rope tickle, tease, drag out more and more lust from Xaden than he thought possible as Violet’s nimble fingers work around his wrists.

He feels no shame when he closes his mouth around the nipple hovering just at his line of sight.

“Oh,” she moans, slow to move away from him.

Xaden lets his teeth drag along the sensitive skin as she does. Shadows draw upwards, drag in a cool breeze along the wet skin.

“Oh,” she repeats.

A bead of precome smears against his abdomen as his cock jerks from the sound.

He tugs half-heartedly at the restraints around his wrists. “Are you done?” There’s too much give, she better say no.

“Yes.”

“Wrong.”

The Wingleader creeps back into his tone. Defiant fire ignites in Violet’s gaze.

The shadows twist for her breasts, sullen to lose contact with the soft flesh, before dissipating and pooling around the ropes under her fingers. They flow like water into the shape to correct the knot.

“Theoretically, it’s correct,” Xaden offers her, “But in practice, you haven’t accommodated for the size of my wrists — or how much I’ve practiced dislocating my thumb to slip restraints.”

Violet gapes for a moment, before slapping her mouth back shut. “You don’t.”

“I do,” he assures, voice a purr as he eyes those delicious nipples once more.

She lets the shadows guide her adjustments on the rope.

“Better?”

Xaden pulls.

There’s no give.

Electricity runs down his spine, jolts his abdomen low until arousal and a heavy dose of fear coil tight in a dangerous, heady cocktail. Rationally, he can tell himself his shadows could assist his escape if needed —

Cold steel kisses the vulnerable skin of his neck.

Violet angles the dagger casually, lethal grace personified.

“I can see those gears turning, Riorson. I told you to let me take over.”

A shiver runs unbidden across his skin. Xaden drops his head back, exposing his neck to her while blinking in a daze at the room’s ceiling.

He has to look away, unless he wants to come untouched.

Gods, how long has it been since they were last together?

Violet sets the dagger reverently to the side, still in her reach but without posing a danger to either of the bed’s occupants. She returns to the spot where her blade had just been pressed and kisses away the lingering red mark that must be there. Her lips work a steady path from that spot down, down, down.

Xaden groans when the flat of her tongue traces the cut of his abdominals.

He tugs at his restraints.

He needs to touch her. Needs to feel her on every inch of his skin, on him and in her and as close as they can be until they’re one writhing tangle of limbs and heat and everything, everything, everything he’s been craving.

The headboard doesn’t budge. The knot doesn’t give.

It will be his shoulders that are done in first if he really tries to get himself loose.

Xaden’s heart rate ticks up. He’s trapped, completely at Violet’s mercy.

The increased blood flow only rushes to his cock.

When he looks down, Violet is staring with lustful fascination at his swollen, throbbing cock. The tip glistens with precome. She licks her lips and Xaden curses every god he knows the name of.

This woman will be his undoing.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her breath dancing over the taut skin of his length.

But instead of touching her lips, her tongue, her mouth to his aching need, she licks away the evidence of his dripping desire that has pooled on his stomach. Hot breath and saliva tracking everywhere except where he desperately needs her attention.

“Violence,” he groans, bucking his hips needily upwards.

“Do that again and I’ll have the dagger to your balls.”

Xaden swallows thickly. He doesn’t need to use his powers to know this magnificent woman perched between his legs means every word of her threat. He roots his ass into the mattress.

“Good boy,” praises Violet.

Her delicate fingers grip his hip, making him tense as she brushes her nails along the vee of muscle above it.

Xaden squeezes his eyes shut, fighting the urge to arch upwards once more.

“Relax,” she teases next, and he feels the pressure of the flat of her hand on him before the displacement of her weight results in the rub of her breasts along his cock. His eyes shoot open and he looks back down to capture the absolutely sinful look of Violet with her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, ass high in the air, watching his expression while her free hand guides her pert breasts along his length …

“Shit,” he gasps. “Violet, you … You …”

“Me?”

“You’re —” Words, fuck, what are words? “Godsdamn, you’re incredible.”

“Mm,” she hums, swirling a hard nipple along his tip and dear gods he isn’t going to last if the intensity of that touch is any giveaway.

Without thinking, Xaden tries to reach for her —

“Fuck. Untie me, Vi, I need to —”

“Relax,” she commands with all the weight of the rider of one of the most powerful dragons of their time.

“I can’t relax if you don’t fucking touch me like you mean it,” he growls, feeling mad with lust. The shadows writhe in the room, twisting and surging and begging for more right alongside him.

Violet rolls her eyes disapprovingly. “You’re such a baby.”

“I’m not —”

The retort is cut off by an animalistic noise from deep in his throat when Violet finally, finally wraps her lips around the head of his cock. The warm clutch of her mouth feels like milk and honey and every promised land written of in ancient and modern texts.

Using the flat of her tongue next, she licks a broad stripe down the pulsing vein on the backside of his cock. It heats and then cools as she passes and his length jumps with pleasure just as she slides her way down to his balls, cradling them adoringly in her mouth next.

She laps at the underside of his sack. A breath hisses between his teeth as Xaden fights every urge to damn his shoulders and find a way to shake loose the ropes, to take hold of Violet and her teasing mouth —

The ability to think coherently dies when she swallows him down once more.

Air whooshes out of his lungs.

Xaden’s nails dig into the palm of his hands.

Fuck, fuck, she feels amazing sucking him down. Born to take his cock. Made to draw pleasure from him.

Violet purrs happily around him, smug at stealing the breath from his lungs as his mind hones in on the nerve endings set ablaze within him from the tight seal of her lips working down his shaft. Her cheeks hollow out and drool edges out of her lips as she moves, slipping and sliding her way up and down until the tip of his cock is nudging the back of her throat.

“Vi, you don’t have to —”

He has enough survival instincts to sense her fingers creeping towards the dagger.

Xaden chokes off the rest of his protests. Slams the back of his skull into the headboard to try and fight the overwhelming sensation of her taking him deep, deeper than she ever has before.

His thighs shake with the effort to control —

With a firm, tender touch, Violet grips his balls in one hand and the base of his shaft with the other.

“Shit, shit, yeah, just like that,” he praises huskily. Without the use of his hands or the permission to move on his own, it’s all he has, the words to coax her, to encourage and appreciate as she increases her efforts with vigor. “I’m not going to last,” he warns, panting.

Violet doesn’t back off, doesn’t relent.

Trapped, thrashing internally, Xaden raves against the inner walls of his mind.

Hot. Tight. Fucking gods and dragons above.

Nothing else exists except this moment, this juncture of their bodies.

Fuck Navarre. Fuck Tyrrendor. Fuck the revolution.

Who cares if he’s Fen Riorson’s son? If he’s responsible for one hundred and seven Marked Ones? If an entire country could be cut off at the knees with his recklessness.

Fuck. It.

This is it.

This is everything.

Release pounds at the base of his skull and the next time she takes him down, swallows around his length and twists the base of his cock like she makes a living from pleasuring men, Xaden is dropping over the edge with a shout. He comes down her throat in long, hot spurts. She takes it, and takes it, and takes it.

Minutes pass in euphoria, needing time to come down from his orgasm, from the powerful, white-hot wash of giving over completely to Violet.

When he feels as if he’s back in his body once more, Violet has already wiped her cherry red mouth clean with the back of her hand. She crawls up his body to rest her head over his thundering heart, turning to press her ear directly above it.

Like she needs to feel and hear the incessant reminder that he’s living.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, not able to feel shame for the short time he lasted when Violet moved so expertly on him. “Untie me and I can take care of you, sweetheart.”

She presses a gentle kiss onto his sweat sheened chest. “Did I say I was done?”

“No …”

“Do you need a drink? A snack? I figured some time to recover would serve both of us well,” she says, letting her fingers brush his over-sensitive cock and making him jump.

Xaden blinks back welling emotions at her dedication to take care of him, shoves it deep, deep down with the other feelings of inadequacy that chase him in her presence.

“Water, thanks,” he croaks.

Perceptive as ever, Violet adjusts so her chin rests on his brown skin and she can observe him with heavy lids. “Can you handle more? I didn’t ask about a safe word. Should we —”

“Hell no, it’s fine,” he says adamantly, “Just need some water after you sucked my soul right out of me.”

A pretty blush decorates Violet’s cheeks as she pushes off of him. “Oh. Alright, then.” She rolls off of the bed and her long, beautiful hair tumbles down her bare back as she stands. Her hips swish with each step, accentuating the dimples above her ass as she crosses the room to the dresser and the pitcher of water on it.

Powerful and lithe, capable of bringing anyone to their knees through her arresting looks — or her immense skill in the use of force.

It should be impossible, but Xaden’s cock is stirring as he watches her movements. There’s a slight sting in his wrists where the rope has bit in, an ache in his shoulders, but nothing that isn’t made sweet from the mind-blowing orgasm he’s still coming down from.

“What?” she asks, catching him staring.

“You’re incredible.”

She snorts. “So you’ve said.” She pours him a glass of water and brings it back to bed, sitting gingerly beside him and holding the glass to his lips. “Drink.”

He obeys, but he doesn’t drop that icy blue gaze.

“I mean it,” he says once he’s taken his fill, the cool water coating his throat and taming the ragged edges she’d torn from him earlier.

But it does nothing to cool the want growing in the pit of his stomach once more.

Violet sets the glass on the bedside table, cooly assesses his quickly hardening length, and hitches a thigh over his waist. Straddling him, thighs flexed as if she were sitting in Tairn’s saddle, Xaden feels a momentary flash of jealousy for the dragon. What good fortune, to have this woman riding him day in and day out, to feel the connection where her legs rest against his body, the heat of the apex of her thighs …

His mouth runs dry despite having quenched his thirst.

With Violet Sorrengail, there seems to be no singular satisfaction that can be achieved.

She doesn’t tease him this time, and he can feel why as she takes his length in hand and guides the head of his cock to her dripping entrance.

So, so wet, just for him.

Something painfully close to a whine nearly leaves his throat.

Violet swirls her hips as she winds her way down his cock, her greedy cunt pulling him in. Her lashes flutter closed as she adjusts to the stretch of him, to the way he fills her like he can’t possibly fit in her tight, molten core.

They haven’t been joined in this way in far too long.

But Violet takes it in stride and with a sweet, breathy moan she impales herself on his iron hard cock until the wet, slick skin of her center is flush to his body.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Xaden exhales, nostrils flaring wide as every part of him screams to thrust upward, to break loose of his restraints, to seize her and claim her.

Every part aside from the steady hold on his balls her earlier threats have on him.

Blinking her dark lashes open, Violet opens her mouth in a silent moan as she begins to grind down on him.

“You take me so well,” he continues, wishing he could spread a hand across her lower abdomen, to feel where he has to be pressing against her insides. She’s so impossibly small, riding his fat cock like it doesn’t defy physics. “Incredible, fucking incredible.”

She doesn’t say anything, just smiles knowingly.

And then she proves to him just how stupid it is to assume this woman abides by any law of nature.

They’ve both come until there must be no fluids left in their bodies.

Violet lets out a breathy, sated sigh as she flops down beside him. Xaden lifts the covers for her to wiggle underneath, to protect her still naked body against the chill of the night air against their sweat slicked bodies.

“So, that was …”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Violet says, settling in only to flop back towards the nightstand. She coils back towards him, but this time with a rolled churam cigarette.

Xaden screws up his brow. “Why not?”

She eyes him and there’s a flash of something there, something like distrust, that strikes him deep to his core. Like a bolt of lightning she doesn’t need her signet to wield. Instead of answering, she lights the cigarette and leans back against the headboard.

“I don’t need to hear how my knot tying could be better.” She inhales and he can’t look away from the way her lips wrap around the rolled paper, the way her cheeks hollow out … His cock makes a valiant effort to rally, but graciously continues to rest, soft and sated, on his thigh.

“There was nothing to critique about your skills,” he says, accepting the churam from her. “As for your creativity … Well, I can expand your application on that later.” He winks, taking a long drag.

They both exhale and lean back, watching the earthy, sweet scented smoke curl and join together on the path to the ceiling.

“Your wrists don’t hurt?” she asks after an uncertain amount of time passes with only smoke and comfortable silence hanging between them.

He shakes his head, cutting a sideways glance her way. “Does that bother you?”

“Of course not.”

“Really? You aren’t going soft, are you, Violence?”

She rolls her eyes, taking one last puff of the cigarette before handing him the rest to finish on his own. “I’m going to get some sleep in this very comfortable, very expensive, definitely not fucked in by dozens of horny Basgiath students, bed.”

“Try tens of dozens.”

“Gross.”

Xaden shrugs, pinching out the end of the churam roll and setting it to the side. They both settle lower in bed so their heads are on the pillow, their bodies easily rotating towards one another. Violet has a hand resting under her cheek, her hair braided over one slender shoulder, and she blinks sleepily at him.

“Thank you. For this. I needed it,” Xaden confesses, letting the darkness of the night and maybe an extra layer of his shadows hide his vulnerability from the rest of the world.

Violet’s fingers curl into the pillow. She nods curtly, but when Xaden cups her chin in his hand, her indifference melts. Moonlight catches the silver lining of her eyes that neither of them will speak of.

“Same.”

She squeezes her eyes shut and presses against the connection of their skin.

Xaden lets the hot tears fall without comment, watches her mourn and grieve as if standing guard over a fallen brethren's grave. Here, in this space, in these twenty-four hours they’ve given themselves, he’s going to be everything she needs.

He won’t tell her to push it down, to repress all of that sadness and guilt and the crushing weight of that presence missing from their lives …

She shuffles closer until her forehead is resting on his chest and Xaden can wrap her snugly in his arms. Wills any strength he can to pass through the embrace as her body shakes with silent sobs.

The churam’s high insulates his nerves, keeps him from feeling out of control in the face of this. Normally, displays of sadness make him itch, make it feel as if something horrible is trying to claw its way out of him, but now he simply holds her and peppers kisses into Violet’s hair.

“I feel heavy.”

Those words feel decades in the past as she finally stills, as the last of her tears dry out and her body relaxes. Tension seeps from her as Violet’s breathing regulates and she curls closer, closer, closer to him.

A familiar talon scrapes along the tepid bond. "You've done well for your mate," Sgaeyl appraises.

"Did we barge into your evening like you two so often do?" Xaden doesn't bother correcting her use of the word 'mate,' not tonight when he feels near boneless.

"Not from your amorous activities. Tairn worries for his rider's mental state." The sting of her easy dismissal of his abilities to please his partner passes quickly. Dragons. They don't hold punches. There's a significant pause. "He's resting now."

So, he'd eased Tairn's mind.

"Good night, Sgaeyl. Thank you."

Violet shifts against him. He kisses the top of her hair one more time before uncurling enough to give her the space she needs for sleep.

There’s nothing to say as they both drift off into the first restful sleep in months, even knowing he's earned another nod of approval from Sgaeyl's mate. It's probably the only decent rest they’ll have for months to come if their track record is anything to go off of.

For now, they’re just a nobody couple renting a room to fuck and cuddle away the stress of life.

#xaden x violet #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #fourth wing #iron flame #the empyrean #FW fanfic #my writing

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