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Lineup pt. 7 - Sarissa of the Summer court
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Rainy Season - Part 3
Storm Warning
Azriel Eris x Reader
We’ve got a time jump and are swapping points of view for this chapter y’all.
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3 months later
Eris Vanserra hated the Summer Court. The humidity anywhere outside of the temperature regulated zones of Adriata, the way his hair clung to his forehead and caused curls to form in his otherwise immaculate hair, but most of all it was just insulting to be so bothered by the heat itself when he quite literally had fire in his veins. He couldn’t get out of here fast enough.
Tarquin strode alongside Eris through the open air lower levels of his keep, three of his guards and two of Eris’ own flanking them several feet behind, one could almost forget they were there if not for the “click clack” of feet echoing through the halls. Eris would be lying if he said he didn’t have to try very hard to focus on the mundane talk of trade routes and port authorities instead of getting lost to the sounds of crashing waves and gulls outside.
Tarquin broached the riveting subject of tariffs on imports from the continent as the first rumble of thunder boomed in the distance. Now that - Eris enjoyed that aspect of the court. Autumn had no shortage of rain but the turbulence of storms often mirrored his own inner peril - made him feel less alone in the world. And truthfully, there was nothing like taking cover from the rain and listening to the rumble outside, watching the lightning dance across the skies as the loud cracks of thunder commanded the attention of anyone within earshot.
“Have your people felt the same effects, High Lord?” Tarquin broke Eris from yet another drift of his thoughts. He really should have brought a secretary or advisor along for this meeting.
Sparing Eris from the embarrassment of asking Tarquin to repeat his last three minutes of speech a cry broke through the hall. The battle cry of a…. Child?
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Followed by a yelp of “ow!”
Eris’ head jerked as he found himself drifting toward the action.
Turning a corner he found a woman laying on the ground, curled into a ball - a child of no more than 10 with a large jagged stick standing over her with his chest puffed out, pure smug joy on his face.
Eris looked to Tarquin who only grinned with satisfaction. Eris gaped before Tarquin quietly whispered, “just watch.”
The woman didn’t move. The child’s look of satisfaction slowly turning to that of concern as she lay there. He bent over the woman placing a hand on her shoulder, his brows knit together. “Lady L/N?”
So focused on the woman on the ground before him, the boy didn’t notice her arm slowly sneak around him and “Oof!” The kid let out a startled breath as she grabbed his ankle, ripping it out from beneath him, effectively leaving the child on his behind.
The female lept up into a crouching position. Her tanned, muscled thighs pushing her up to stand effortlessly. “And that, little ones, is why you never let your guard down with an adversary.”
Eris turned, wondering how he could have missed the group of children sitting on the other end of the room watching the scene unfold.
The boy remained on his behind, hands resting on his forehead in defeat.
“Hey-“ She reached a hand out to help him up. “You did a great job. You quite literally swept me off my feet! Nobody has done that in quite some time.” She paused, sadness twisting her features as if her own words struck her before shifting back to that of a proud instructor. “In fact - I have something for you.”
She reached into the pocket of her calf-length, flowy pants and reaching handing him a shell. “Add this to your leather strap.” She tapped a leather bracelet on his wrist, one shell already strung on it. “You did great, kid.” The boy gave her a genuine smile as he returned to the rest of his classmates.
Eris shifted involuntarily. How much had he wished for someone to say those words to him when he was a child?
Tarquin chuckled “An excellent motivator. Shells. Who knew?”
Eris gave a small smile - brief but genuine before adjusting back into his usual mask. The instructor turned to face them and cauldron damn him if she wasn’t the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Radiant skin that came from plenty of time in the sun, silky hair that practically begged to have fingers run through it, a soft and curvy yet toned build. A body that told him she indulged herself in what she enjoyed but was active enough to define her plush features, likely blessed with great genetics - lithe yet perfectly squeezable in all his favorite places.
“High Lord.” Her voice carried to him like an ocean breeze. She bowed her head in a respectful greeting, long lashes fluttering. “How may I be of service?”
“Lady L/N,” Tarquin beamed. “It’s a pleasure to introduce you to Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court.”
Her brow puzzled for a brief moment before bowing her head again. “It’s an honor to meet you, High Lord.”
“A pleasure to meet you as well, lady.” Eris replied sincerely, meeting her bright eyes. “I didn’t realize Tarquin was hoarding such beauty within his keep.”
“We have many treasures in our court, High Lord. She is one of our brightest.”
Rather than blushing, the female held her head high, giving a polite “Thank you, High Lord.”
“We must be getting to lunch now. Have a pleasant rest of your class, Lady L/N.” He turned to the children with a stern look “And children, behave for her.” following the reminder with a smile and cheeky wink.
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It was hours later that Eris was released from meetings for the day. Unfortunately, there was still more to be discussed that would have to wait for tomorrow. Making the way to his guest suite, Eris found himself wondering about the instructor from earlier. Something about her felt vaguely familiar but he couldn’t quite place it.
After changing out of his stuffy clothes into something more befitting of the climate, Eris paced his room. He’d forgotten how much longer daylight lasted here than in his own court, with several hours remaining before dusk. He supposed he could brave the heat and take a stroll through the palace grounds, preferably without his entourage of guards.
Relieving the pair from their duties, Eris wandered through the gardens and toward a small grove of trees on the other side of the palace grounds. He could hear running water from a garden tributary that likely connected into the river that emptied into Adriata’s harbor.
Sauntering through the grove, he was pleased to find reprieve from the heat, the cool air wafting off of the stream and shade from the trees turning the grove into a private oasis. It wasn’t particularly trekked through. “Finally.” he thought to himself. A moment of peace.
Situating himself on an iron bench, Eris looked up, only to find that through a thicket of cattails, Lady L/N was standing on a rock upstream, eyes closed and balancing on one leg. Given her steady, intentional breathing he supposed she was meditating. It was odd - seeing her like this - strangely intimate to see someone in such an isolated state of catharsis, unaware of his own presence before her. The sun rays shone through cracks in the leaves, shrouding her in tiny fragments of light that made her tanned skin near golden. Her hair was wind blown from the breeze winding through the grove off the ocean, and she’d changed into a thin cotton sundress. Gods, maybe the Summer Court wasn’t so bad after all. The way it effortlessly flowed over her body perfectly accentuating her ample curves, and those tanned, toned legs - yeah, he should probably leave.
After momentary internal warring he began to stand but before he could sneak off, she gasped. Clutching her arms to her rib cage. “MOTHER FUCKER!” she screamed. Vulgar words coming from such a pretty mouth.
What an interesting method of meditation.
She took several breaths before resuming her position. Another minute went by when she audibly growled. “Bastard!!” She clutched herself again, keeling over. Finally she sat down on the rock, the hem of her dress soaking in the stream’s rippling water, and pressed her head into her hands. Eris thought she was crying.
He really should leave but - memories of his mother crying over the years flashed into his mind. All the years that she only had he or Lucien to console her, kindered spirits brought together by Beron’s casual cruelty. His other brothers being the emotionally void carbon copies of their father they were, paid no mind to their mother’s plight.
Yet still, he didn’t know her. She didn’t know him. She likely didn’t want him bothering her.
Against his better judgement, he found himself drawn in by her familiarity and approached. As he drew closer, he realized her sobs were not sobs at all. She was muttering the raunchiest, most vile slew of curses that he’d ever heard. Lucien would enjoy this female.
As he approached, she jerked her head up. The lovely, collected face from earlier twisted into one of contempt. He wondered if she knew that, that face was, well, adorable like a fierce little kitten. Although, something told him to tread carefully. She may look adorable but he’d bet good coin that her bite matched that of a lions.
“What do you want?” She spat.
Eris only smirked. “And here I thought you were a lady.”
Baiting her. Genius idea, Eris.
“Only within the palace.”
“You’re still on palace grounds.” Shrugging with the statement, Eris put his hands in his pockets - damn these Summer Court linens really were comfortable.
“Well, I was alone until you intruded.” she murmured, not meeting his eyes.
“Did you win Tarquin’s good graces with such manners?”
Her expression filled with ire as she looked up at him. “Did you take your throne by being such a prick?”
Eris couldn’t help but laugh at her bravado. This female either REALLY didn’t like him or truly didn’t care about consequences. “Ah, so you do know who I am.”
“You’re a High Lord. Of course I know-“
Her words cut off as she clutched her ribs again, tighter this time. A shudder escaping her. This time the pain seemed to last longer. And this time he could have sworn her voice cracked as she swore.
“Hey” Eris stepped into the creek, not bothering to step out of his sandals. Before he could hesitate he crouched down before her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Breathe.”
The thing was, he recognized that pain well. It has been centuries but damn he remembered it so clearly.
“Breathe through it. Think of something that makes you smile.”
She clutched herself harder, shaking her head. “Think of the look on your student’s face when you gave him that shell today.”
She breathed in deeply this time instead of letting out another curse.
“Good. Hold for three beats.”
“Now let the breath out.”
She breathed out. “In again.” He instructed. She followed suit. “Now out.”
As her breath steadied, she met his eyes - momentarily soft, a little broken, before ire crossed them again.
“For fucks sake, High Lord.” She spat. “I came here to meditate. I know how to breathe.”
She sure as shit seemed to have forgotten how to for a moment there, but he kept that to himself.
He only let out a soft laugh.
“There she is.”
She scowled in return.
“So, Lady L/N” he began, standing and extending a hand to help her up.
“Y/N.” She interjected, taking his hand. “Call me Y/N.”
Y/N. Fitting, he thought. The kind of name a tropical storm would be given.
Wait. Y/N L/N. Oh, he knew exactly why she was so familiar now. No wonder she’d given him that puzzled look in the palace. And, if Eris recalled correctly, his brother actually was rather fond of her - in a friendly and platonic sort of way. Though in his tales of the Night Court he’d certainly never mentioned the fact that she looked like a gods damned deity.
He led her out of the creek, not quite ready to drop her delicate hand. “So, Y/N, tell me about this idiot mate that let the Summer Court’s brightest treasure go.”
She gaped, jaw dropping into a look of genuine shock. “How-“
“I had one too. I believe you know her.”
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Eris and Y/N spent hours talking in the grove. He gave her all the details of his mate, Morrigan. How it killed him to leave her that fated day. Had he touched her, his mate, Beron would have claimed her as Autumn Court property requiring a Blood Duel for the Night Court to retrieve her. Though, Beron would have ensured she never left unharmed. That aside, Eris didn’t want that blood on her hands, the blood of a blood duel or any battles over her. He didn’t want it on his hands either. It killed him to feel her pain down the bond starting from their forced engagement and through the torture her father had inflicted upon her, and the trauma that lingered thereafter. The gut-wrenching, immobilizing pain that only a mate could feel shooting through to them.
He never wanted her to feel that pain. If it hurt him that badly to only feel it down the bond, he couldn’t imagine the strife she’d felt. He wanted to run to her, to comfort her, to tell her everything he couldn’t risk saying. He was too young to face the ramifications from his father and he had his mother and Lucien to protect in those days. So he protected her in the only way he knew how to at the time. Through cold, calculated indifference. He still regretted it.
As time went on, the mask he wore became heavier and heavier, burying that bond deeper within himself. It took him until after the war with Hybern to finally lay it all out to her. Y/N never knew any of that part of the story. She knew Mor and Eris had made amends but nothing of their bond, and she knew that Mor was happily committed to Emerie, an Illyrian female now. He was happy for his mate, as happy as a rejected mate could be.
Eris never claimed to have been in the right. In fact, what he did to Mor was wrong. The way he spoke to her as if she was no more than a common whore when facing her in front of his father at the High Lord’s meeting. Yes, it was an act but it was never okay. He’d live with that for the rest of his days. His apologies to her since never felt like enough.
Y/N empathized with Eris. He could see that she was torn but her gaze toward him softened although, never into that of pity. He liked that about her.
She shared the story of her mating bond with Azriel. And how the waves of anger and grief down the bond had increased in strength recently as she had continued healing. She laughed bitterly at the typical trajectory of females in her situation getting better over time while unfaithful males seemed to spiral as it went on. She didn’t say who he had cheated on her with but Eris had his suspicions. The Shadowsinger apparently had a thing for Vanserra mates. She laughed and cried over the hours they talked. They’d eventually ended up back in a palace seating area for a drink.
Eris hadn’t been so open with someone like this in so long that it felt foreign. Hell, opening up always felt unnatural for him. Perhaps he was stupid for sharing with her. After all, mating bonds could make people do crazy things. She could always take Azriel back and share the details of his little sob stories with the Night Court.
She’d occasionally let out a sharp breath as small jolts of emotion came rolling in. It was nearing dusk when she finally huffed, slapping her hands on her thighs saying, “Enough! This tea is weak. I need something stronger.” Pouring them each a glass of brandy, and another, and another.
As the conversation shifted from the heavier topics to lighter ones, Eris let it slip that he wasn’t fond of the summer court and found all of the sand and humidity to be unpleasant at best.
Her inhibitions were down and if Eris were being honest with himself, his were too. He hadn’t drank much since becoming a High Lord though he often felt the need for a stiff drink. No, there was too much work to be done and he was still getting his own inner circle acclimated. Trust was harder to give in the Autumn Court, especially after being under his father’s rule for so long. There were plenty of good people in the castle but just as many were corrupted under Beron’s rule. Weeding them out was consuming more of his time than anticipated.
Somehow, after their fourth drink, Y/N dragged him out onto the beach, determined to show him all the merits of the crusty, sand-infested shores.
Admittedly, her joy was contagious but he was going to make her work for any positive reaction.
“Okay!” She eagerly squealed. “First - sand castles! Have you ever built one?”
“I live in a castle.” Eris feigned boredom, inspecting his nails. “It seems unnecessary to build one out of… that.” his nose scrunched up, lip curling into a sneer as he gestured to the sand surrounding them.
“Ughhh.” Her eyes rolled back into her head as her little sun dress blew in the wind. And damn if he wouldn’t love to see her eyes going back into her head like that in other circumstances.
He was a gentlemale but a male nevertheless.
“Being High Lord doesn’t mean you have to be such a bore, but fine… No sand castles. Maybe next time!”
Next time. He liked the thought of that. My how far she’d come from practically snarling at him just this morning.
“Look!” She squealed, bringing her hands to her chest and clapping with excitement. “Dolphins! Now I know you don’t have those in the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra.”
Fuck, his name sounded so good coming off of her lips.
He couldn’t resist smiling at her enthusiasm and then at the dolphins. They swam so peacefully in a pod through the harbor. One even let a young water wraith trail alongside it as a hand carefully gripped onto its dorsal fin as the creature pulled her along.
“The wraiths and dolphins coexist well together.” Y/N mused wistfully. “There’s a common misconception that they are territorial due to food supply but they have plenty in the harbor.”
She smiled softly. “The younger wraiths tend to bond with them and the dolphins have even been known to protect them from certain dangers.”
As the pair continued walking along the shore, the conversation occasionally faltered as Y/N would stare off distantly, as if looking for something that wasn���t there.
His heart ached for her. From what he’d gathered during their talk, she’d left the Shadowsinger, but the heart is slow to heal after losing a mate in any capacity.
Eris nudged her with his shoulder. “Hey little minx, where’d you go?”
Coming back to reality she halted. “Oh! Oh my gods. The sun is setting and you have to come with me! Hurry.”
She grabbed his wrist and he didn’t hesitate to follow along as she all but dragged him down the beach. “Hurry! We’ll miss them!”
They ran until reaching a secluded inlet of the bay. They climbed up a small rocky ledge where she sat, dangling her feet over the edge. “There’s an underwater cave-“ she breathed heavy, catching her breath. “here, beneath us and every night-“ another pause to breathe. “something magical happens as the sun sets.”
Eris, catching his own breath, waited patiently for more details but she only dropped a small pebble into the water and as she did, a rainbow of luminescent fish rippled to life below the surface. There had to be thousands of them, leisurely swimming out of the cave as if they were just waking up. Shades of bright pink, green, blue, orange, and purple lit up the small inlet. Eris was awestruck, so awestruck in fact that he didn’t hesitate planting his ass next to her on the crusty sand-coated ledge.
With a wave of her wrist she pulled a bottle of rum out from the pocket realm, tugging the cork out with her teeth and taking a swig, then handing it over to him.
They sat in silence as the remaining fish left the inlet and the remaining colors of the sunset disappeared into night. Clouds began rolling in as they drank and began chatting again. Much like that morning, thunder rolled in but this time he was disappointed to hear it. He didn’t want the evening to end, wasn’t ready to let her go quite yet.
He wished he’d had a warning before the ocean winds blew this wild, beautiful storm into his life that morning. Something to brace himself against the inevitable fallout of the precarious situation he found himself in. It was a storm he was prepared to ride out and he had a feeling it would be worth whatever debris she’d leave him with.
The base of the distant thunder rumbling, the cymbal-like crash of waves on the shore, and singing of the creatures of summer nights blended together into a beautiful melody that flowed through Eris. Quickly he stood, extending a hand to her. “Dance with me, Y/N?”
She froze, that distant look crossing her eyes again for a second. He braced himself for her decline but the life returned to her eyes as a smile graced her full lips. She accepted his hand and didn’t hesitate as he tucked her into his chest, her warmth and scent lulling him into a state of bliss.
No, Eris Vanserra did not hate the Summer Court at all.
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surielstea · 1 month
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Water and Wings
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Pairing: Rhysand x Summer court!Reader
Summary: Rhysand can’t control himself when you touch his wings
Warnings: 18+ | Minors DNI | Smut | p in v | riding | praise kink l use of pet names (baby/darling) | dom!Rhys | sub!reader | slight wing play | Rhys uses his daemati powers | oral, f & m receiving briefly | creampie (?)
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A/N: i need him
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The warm water envelopes my body in an inviting manner, reminding me of my home court. I raise my hand to hover over the waters surface, then watch as small streams sprout up from the undisturbed water, creating a small fountain. I smile slightly at the creation before dropping my hand and allowing it to drop back into the water. I swirl a finger under the water, creating tendrils of water to shoot up into the air and swirl around me, the movement of them fluid and serpent like.
"What are you doing?" The voice makes me jump and the water I was controlling shoots out towards the figure. Violet eyes widen and Rhysand swerves the attack, the water splashing onto the wall behind him. I pale when I recognize it was only my mate.
"You scared me." I flush and he chuckles, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking towards the edge of the sunken in tub, so large it seemed more like a pool. But he knew how much I enjoyed soaking in the water so he had this basin installed the moment we got our own home. "I was looking for you." He stares and I slide over to the edge of the tub where he stands, my arms propping up on the edge and looking up, up, up at him.
"Did you miss me?" I tilt my head. "Of course my darling." He nods, and though the lighthearted sentiment has a small smile tugging at his lips I could see exhaustion roaming in his violet eyes. "Why don't you join me in here?" I offer. His brows raise a fraction. My eyes flick back to the dark, large wings at his back. He didn't want to conceal them today. "I'll let you wash me." I coerce and that has him listening, a familiar glimmer returns to his irises and I can't help but smile in triumph. "Come on Rhysie." I tease and he scoffs at the name, looking away from me. So I stand, the surface now covering my waist down. He shamelessly stares at my breasts as water slides and drips from the peaks of them.
"I'll even wash your wings." I promise, giving him a cheeky smile. "How can I deny that?" He asks rhetorically as he begins to untie his leathers. I watch shamelessly, relishing in every inch of golden tan skin he revealed. I've seen him naked more times than I can count but, cauldron boil me, it never gets old.
He discards his top and I stare right at his chest, his abdomen looking as if it's been carved straight from the gods themselves, his arms that rippled with rivers of muscle. I grin wildly as he quickly discards his pants and takes the steps down into the steaming bath. Before I can say anything he wraps his arms around my damp body, pulling me flush against his warm chest. "How was work?" I asked with a soft tone. His gaze dips from my eyes to my smile. "I don't want to talk about work." He shakes his head, then dips down and presses his lips onto mine, granting an open mouth kiss. His tongue slides over my own in a practiced maneuver, my bare chest pressed solidly against his, my arms coming to rest on his broad shoulders as I clasped my hands behind his neck. I parted my lips for his an easier access and he seized the moment, his tongue exploring any place it could find.
My hands run along the pane of his neck, his shoulder blades, the knotted muscle in the area between his wings where his tattoo lies. "You're tense honey," I hum as soon as he pulls away, his lips moving to my jaw instead where he trails light kisses. "Am I?" He asked and I nod, his head dipping down just beneath my jaw so he could begin work on the exposed column of my neck. "Mhm, maybe I'll give you a massage when we get out?" I offer and he detached from my neck, looking to me. "That sounds nice." He nods, pulling me up and onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
I reach up and run my hands through his black hair, pushing back the dark strands from his face, due to the water from my wet hands the style stayed, if not for one strand that defied all laws of gravity and stayed hanging in front of his forehead. "I like when you play with my hair." He smiles contentedly while I continue dragging my hands through it, occasionally scratching his scalp and pulling small groans from him.
I grin as his head tilted back in pleasure, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss against the column of his neck, trailing them down the line of his throat before finding his Adam's apple and placing a lasting kiss there, my tongue flicking over the sensitive area and he swallowed, making his throat under my lips bob. I grin and back away, he lifts his head and looks down to me.
"I was promised a wing washing?" He raises a brow and I smile, removing my hands from his hair and dipping them down into the water on either side of his torso. Using my power I will a part of the water we soaked in to stroke up the membrane of his wings before pouring the liquid down the backs of them like a waterfall, cascading from the most sacred part of him.
Along with the movements of the water I reached forward and brushed the back of my fingers along the inside of the membrane. He grunted in constrained passion and I grinned, making it my mission to release whatever he was trying to hold in. I urge the water to run over his wings with a little more pressure, then run my fingers right over one of his older scars. "Darling," He lowly growls with lowered brows, the look that had my legs clenching. "Yes Rhys?" I ask innocently. "Don't— fuck, baby." He gets cut off with his own sigh as I stroke my fingers down a particular vein.
His large hands grip tightly onto my hips, callouses scraping against my soft skin as he pulled me closer, my chest pressed to his and— a gasp leaves my lips as I feel his length hard and throbbing against my stomach. "Do you see what you do to me?" His head lifts, then dips down into my neck. I continue my touch on the most sensitive area of his wing and he attaches his mouth onto my throat, sucking and biting at the tender area.
Every time he nipped the delicate skin he soothed it over with a slow swipe of his tongue. "Rhys," I sigh out while steadily grinding my hips down on nothing, craving any sort of friction. His wings twitch at the sounds and he sucks at the area of my throat so much harder. "Ride me." He commands in a voice one could only discern to be coming from a high lord. I whine when he continues torturing my sore neck.
He pulls back and his nails dig into my sides, catching my attention. I look into his violet eyes, glazed over with pure lust. "Be a good girl and ride me." He demanded, his voice only a whisper but it carried more dominance than an army of the strongest soldiers. A whimper slips from my lips but I nod, lifting onto my knees and placing both of my hands on his shoulders. He watched as I aligned his cock with my entrance.
His lips connect with mine as I slowly inch further down his member, my nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders, moaning out in a pleasurable pain as he stretches me out with his width. "Rhys, I can't—" My breath hitched horribly while I pulled away. "You can." He reassures, his hands on my waist slowly pressing me further and further down.
"Spread your legs for me," He prompts, tears well in my ears but I don't let them slip. I do as he says, spreading my legs and feeling him push deeper up into me. "Atta girl, wider." He praises and my moans fill the bathroom, the sounds echoing off the walls until I've finally settled myself at his base.
"Now ride." He orders with no room for argument in his voice so all I can do is obey. I slowly lift my hips then plunge down onto him. He groans at the feeling of my walls clenching around him. "So tight," He grits out as I go faster, picking up a pace until I'm bouncing up and down on his cock just like he wanted me to.
"Who's my good girl?" He sighed out. Me. I squeezed around him, needy for my release. "Say it." His gaze falls from mine and down to my breasts that bounced with every rutting of my hips. "I'm your good, uh—" He bucked his hips up to meet mine and I mewled out at the euphoric feeling. "I'm your good girl." I manage to whimper and a maniacal smile curves his perfect lips.
The water rocks around us with every thrust of his hips. I could feel every inch of him inside me, just thinking about how large he was had my legs convulsing. He was filling me to the brim, stretching my walls around him to fit to him perfectly, just for him and no one else. I continue bouncing up and down on him, my nails digging into his shoulders with creased brows and teary eyes.
"That's it, just like that." One of his hand comes up and gropes my breast, his thumb flicking over its bud. I writhe under his touch, keeping my pace but moving my hands from his shoulders and towards his wings, gripping them like handlebars. He groans at the foreign feeling, not being able to contain himself and sending lewd images into my head.
One of my mouth wrapped around his cock, slobber and pre-cum lubing him as he held the back of my head and fucked my throat, his hand around my neck as he felt me take him. I was drooling all over but he loved it, got off on what a mess I was while he continued to pound into my mouth. A moan slips from me at the scene. Another flashes in my head where he's got his head between my thighs, legs thrown over his shoulders as he ravages. Feasting on me and torturing my clit, sucking and swirling his tongue all over the puffy area. Licking through my folds before he has me grinding up onto his face while he tongue-fucked me. That vision leaves my head and the last one enters, me bent over this very tub with him fucking into me, his hand gripping my hair while he had his other hand gripping the plushness of my ass with the occasional smack from his hand, the pain making me scream in need as my front pressed against the cold floor, his movements never ceased and the sounds of his balls slapping against my cunt had my back arching.
He pulled the visions away when I let go of his wings. I could feel my release barreling closer now that I had all those fantasies playing in my mind. "Rhys— I'm gonna," I try to say but he grabs me from under my thighs and lifts me up until I was only clenching around the tip of him, wanting all of him. "You gonna cum darling?" He arched a perfect brow and a whimper slips from my lips as I felt the knot deep in my abdomen slowly dissipate.
"Beg for it." His eyes glowed with something I recognized too well. "Rhys, please." My voice is nearing a rasp and he smiles. "More." He hums, his tip pulsing inside of me. "I need your cock so bad, need to cum please. I'll be a good girl I promise." Tears shimmer in my eyes as I continue my pleads. Seemingly satisfied with my words he both drives his hips up and slams me down onto him simultaneously making me cry out in pure bliss.
My walls quiver around him as moans rip from my throat. "Needy girl, aren't you?" He teases and I nod with fervor, agreeing with anything he wants me to. I pulse around him and I feel his cock twitch with need. He was close but I was going to cum any second. I can't take being overstimulated today I'm already too sensitive.
I reach out for his wings again, sliding my fingers along the vein and he bucks up harder, groans flowing from his lips as he stuffs me full, hitting a spongy bundle of nerves over and over again. I cry out as my clit rubs against his flexing abdomen. "Fuck Rhys," I moan as I throw my head back, pressing my hand hard against the membrane. He roars in pleasure as he continues his thrusts that were slowly growing more and more sloppier but not relenting in force.
"I'm gonna cum," I manage to whine out as my brows twitch towards each other and my release builds. "It's okay darling, me too." He confesses in a pant and I nod, needing his release to warm me. "Inside." I mumble and his grin turns wicked. He ruts his hips upward and his hard stomach is brushing against my clit yet again, pushing me over the edge and the restraint I have snaps.
A euphoric wave crashed down over me, drowning me in pure ecstasy as my release came to, my walls fluttering around his twitching cock and my legs shaking in stimulation. In a few more thrusts he came too, his warm seed shooting into me just as I wanted it, stuffing me entirely full. His head hung back as he released, painting my walls with a strained groan. Our pants sounded through the room, heavy passion filled breathing turned into soft moans and grunts as he slowly pumped himself, both of us coming down from that pleasurable high.
He pulled out of me, reciting a whimper from my lips. The pressure of the water held his seed inside of me, allowing it to be stuffed there until he stood and lifted me up by my torso, my legs incapable of walking at the moment. His release dripping down my thighs as it seeped out of me, I clenched around nothing and hoped to seal it inside of me, not wanting to make more of a mess.
"Looks like you need another bath." He tucks a strand of hair sticking to my sweat lined forehead behind my ear and I nod with a hazy look in my eyes.
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animezinglife · 6 days
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When you remember that Tarquin has no mate (that we know of) and that his mate would basically live a life of being rich and lounging on the beach:
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copypastus · 2 months
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I saw @acotardeservesbetter doing an unofficial Summer Court month and got inspired to draw my take on them based on the general court designs I did a while back.
From left to right Cresseida, Tarquin and Varian.
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novaricewrites · 2 months
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If Magic Chooses-
So we know the magic in Prythian ties the land, Courts, and the High Lords and can be vaguely sentient (as with the Cauldron).
It's unclear how it chooses the High Lords but the magic seems to be deliberate and adheres faithfully to whoever it chooses. Even Amarantha couldn't fully access it despite all that she did - she could only prevent the Lords from using it against her.
So imagine if this was explored.
E.g: The time when Feyre and the IC stole the Book of Breathings from the Summer Court as guests - literally committing a crime worthy of a magical death sentence. This then left the Summer Court open to Hybern's invasion, further enabled by what Feyre did in the Spring Court.
This didn't just harm the High Lords. It harmed the Courts in a major way. The very land and the people living in there were devastated by it. And it must have caused mass turmoil that even the magic sensed.
So imagine because of this intricate connection to the land, the people and the High Lords - it caused Feyre's bond to the Spring and Summer magic to become hard to control or even the magic rejecting her.
The kernels of magic are technically still the High Lords'. They're not Feyre's magic but were gifted like handing her a scale off their essence. And it would make sense if the magic reacted to the state of the High Lords (and deeper the courts themselves) if they experienced deep, visceral emotions & damage thanks to Feyre.
Magic being fickle about who wields it would sort of suit the capriciousness of Faeries. It would also require Feyre to use her wits and sense to navigate situations instead of resorting to the Feysand tactics of Lie, Steal and Justify.
It would give actual consequences and gravity to her actions, and add depth to why her being a Made Fae is a big deal. She is now attached via these kernels of magic to the land in a way that she can't run from. Just as High Lords (even those reluctant like Tamlin are).
Just the plot potential and character development. And the internal conflict over actions that we never got.
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Butter cookies
Notes: There may be a second part either of their future or before they were separated.
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Warnings: fluff
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“You look like an overgrown pigeon standing at my door. Come inside before you startle my neighbours,” she snapped, huffing.
His shadows wandered towards her easing her annoyance over being woken up from her slumber by the deranged bat - who was about to enter her domain.
She adjusted her clothes, embarrassed of wearing a tiny red nightdress in front of him. The white granny cardigan, her attempt of modesty in her hurry to open the door.
Strolling through her living room she opened the curtains, welcoming the sunlight in; unlocking the balcony door the summer breeze cleared the stuffy air.
“You do realise it’s midday,” he chuckled quietly, cutting the white roses before putting them in the blue porcelain vase he’d bought her on her 300th birthday.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t patronise me,“ she dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand.
The summer breeze and the sunlight seemed to have an immediate effect of tranquility. Eyes closed she stood there drinking it all in, her skin glowed healthily.
He observed her, how his shadows engulfed her, noticing their sense of peace in her presence.
Strolling towards her, he admired the view, understanding why she chose this place over Velaris during the winter.
Turning towards him she opened her eyes, narrowing them immediately at him.
“Put the tea kettle on the stove; I want chamomile,“ she commanded.
Following her orders, he smirked and shook his head at her playful demeanour.
“You idiots seem to only remember and visit me when you’re in trouble so count me a bit surprised of your visit. Please don’t ruin my vacation and writing of my new book.“
He only hummed.
Gathering her book scripts she also set aside her watercolours, the shadows cleaned the space on the red sofa by arranging her pillows and folding her soft grey blanket.
Joining him in the kitchen, she took out her homemade sweet butter cookies and pastries, placing them on a plate to share.
Azriel attempted to grab a cookie, only to have his hand smacked. Looking at him with disappointment, she said “500 years and you still haven’t changed any bit from the boy I’ve met back then.“
Laughing, he remembered the time he and the boys successfully stole three entire batches before a party, only escaping her fury and a gruesome death by a whisker.
Carrying the full tray, he settled next to her, spreading his wings comfortably. Taking a butter cookie he swallowed it at once. He grinned at her, but she only shook her head, blowing on her tea before sipping.
“They were always your favourites.“
“Is that why you always keep making them?“
She playfully replied, “Maybe I’m just trying fatten you up, and keep you away from everyone else, all to myself and no one would suspect me.“
Smirking, he said “I don’t think I would stay fat for long in your presence; and considering your track record of attempted murder, I do think you would be the first suspect of my disappearance.” Both laughed at her past attempts of almost strangling Cassian to death for burning her kitchen down. The male was a danger to society causing uproar everywhere he went.
Turning her attention to the view outside, she felt fuzzy at his gaze.
He admired her beauty, his eyes briefly lingered on her revealed skin; quickly averting them to avoid making her uncomfortable.
His shadows started swirling between them noticing both their emotions. They took a palmier(pastry) and ate it to relieve themselves of the tension, as they were just as nervous.
Azriel felt a mix of ease and unease in her presence. Struggling with his own feelings towards her. She made him feel both whole and conflicted, his emotions stronger than ever.
The memory of their first kiss, his initial taste of feeling complete, remained etched in his mind. Without her he felt a sense of loss.
Recollections of her reassurance, gentle touch and guidance, despite her own lack of experience, remained vivid.
She embraced his shadows, knew of his status as a bastard and held his scarred hands without hesitation or prejudice.
Her tenderness towards him gave him a reason to live, a sense of worth.
Had she not made clear that she wasn’t seeking a partner at the time, he might have courted and pursued her hand in marriage.
However, one unexpected night she left by order of the High Lord to return to her family in the Hewn City, leaving him heartbroken.
Attempting to cope, he had drowned his sorrows, ending up in an unkown women‘s bed. His first time he couldn’t recall even after 500 years.
In an effort to move on from her he became infatuated with Morrigan.
Everything except her appearance reminded him of you; her innocence, her connection to the Court of Nightmares, her complicated family affairs, her defiance, her stubbornness and the light in her eyes.
It all reminded him of you, the one still holding his heart.
Noticing his absent-minded stare, she waved a hand in front of his face, bringing him back.
“I asked if you’d like to stay with me for a few days. You deserve a break,“ she insisted.
Concern etched on her face, she pointed out his exhausted appearance ,“look at how much weight you’ve lost, have you been sleeping at all?“
Bringing up his dark eye circles she gripped his chin softly rubbing his stubble.
“You didn’t shave or cut your hair! You look like an exhausted father of five!“
Holding her hand before she could remove it completely, he responded chuckling “you sound like a nagging wife, caring for the father of her five children. I’m a grown male, you don’t have to worry about me, I take care of myself.“
“Don’t downplay my worries. Did the others even notice how exhausted you look? How much work is Rhys giving you?“
Her concerned nagging continued until she caught his gaze at her lips. Her heart was about to pummel out of her chest.
Smirking, she leaned forward, teasing, “Are you listening, Azzie baby?“
His wings shuddered at her proximity and voice. His body moved closer to hers, almost tasting her sweet lips.
The world seemed to pause, their heartbeats echoing as they drew in even closer.
Almost, he almost felt the relief of her lips on his.
A loud knocking interrupted them. Abruptly they separated.
Quickly rising and tightening her cardigan against her body, she walked to her door, where her elderly neighbour awaited her.
Frustrated he groaned rubbing his face, trying to calm his heartbeat as he looked at the ceiling.
His shadows whirred violently and whispered angrily around him as they were anticipating their kiss only for their Faeries to get interrupted.
Hearing the door closing, he watched her. She remained unfazed by what had happened moments prior and approached him explaining the kinds of teas she had been gifted and the invitation she’d gotten.
“Let’s get your hair fixed before we attend, I need a plus one before mothers start throwing their sons at me again.“
Though he groaned, he agreed, his jealousy and protectiveness would not leave her to be pestered or to be taken from him.
“I’m going to my room and get ready.“
At her disappearance, the shadows whispered and gushed of the softness of her hair and skin, her sweet scent, her beautiful eyes and more - their comments never ceased.
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queercontrarian · 4 months
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Y'ALL I HAVE BEEN SELFISH WITH THIS FOR TOO LONG AND I AM IN MY TARQUIN FEELS TONIGHT SO I HAVE TO SHARE
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i commissioned @mossytrashcan to draw me my husband aND HE DELIVERED LOOK AT MY MAN JAKDKEKSKEKWJ he is so beautiful
anyways gIVE SAGE MORE LOVE AND APPRECIATION (and money) SO THEY KEEP MAKING HOT ASS ART FOR US
i'm thinking about commissioning art for cresseida and varian too, what do y'all think?
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acourtofwhatthefuck · 9 months
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Hello, I'm so sorry that you're having a mopey day today :(( But honestly I'm having one today too... I would love to read some fluffy fic, maybe some teenage!Rhys×reader where they are acting like stupid teenagers in love. Or maybe something with Az where reader is a shadowsinger too and they are fooling around and using their shadows to prank the IC. I don't know, these are just some ideas that popped randomly in my head so don't feel pressured to write anything. Anyway wish you best and I hope you will feel better soon 💗
Thanks, lovie! 💕Hope this is okay and cheers you up a little! I feel like I’m not very good at fluff but I did my best 🤣 thank you for sending it in! Enjoy 💕
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Forget Me Not — (Rhysand x Reader)
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"You'll be High Lord someday."
"I will."
Rhysand rested his chin on your leg, violet eyes peering up at you. In the balmy evening light, he looked resplendent, the sun offsetting the golden hue of his skin. You found your fingers absentmindedly tracing the shape of his lips, the brush of his lashes.
"Things will change when you're High Lord." You brushed his floppy hair from his eyes. "We will change. Our relationship."
At just nineteen, it was hard enough to navigate such a serious, intense relationship. You hadn't expected to fall so madly in love a year earlier, when your court — the Summer Court — had received the High Lord of the Night Court and his son as guests; a plan, you'd learned, to strengthen the relations between the Solar Courts and Seasonal Courts. The High Lord's son, Rhysand, had been nothing but charming and chivalrous. But you hadn't expected him to so much as notice you, as a mere a servant to the High Lord of Summer. When you'd served Rhysand a drink, and those violet eyes had met yours like they were staring into your soul, you knew immediately — you would never want anybody as fiercely as you wanted him.
Too bad that he was a future High Lord, and you a nobody.
It had been unexpected, to say the least, that he'd sought you out. Asked you to show him around the court whilst his father and your High Lord engaged in dull meetings. He'd made you laugh and seemed genuinely interested in knowing you. And when he'd returned to the Night Court, he'd promised to come back and see you again.
Which he had. And thus had begun a year of secret meetings and the thrilling adventure of falling in love. You knew Rhysand's father would never approve. You knew Rhys would one day be in a charge of his court, and not have the luxury of sneaking off to see you for a few hours, sometimes an entire night.
There was a time limit on your relationship, and that thought had begun to plague you more and more recently.
Rhys reached out, pressing your hand against his cheek. "Change doesn't always have to be bad."
"It will be the worst kind of change if we can't see each other anymore."
Rhys sighed softly, rolling onto his back. You knew he didn't want to spend your precious time together talking about such things; neither did you. You wished you could stay like this forever, sprawled out in the sweet-smelling meadow that had become your place to meet him. The thought of this place being empty of your love, your laughter, your conversation, made you teary.
"Please don't cry, my love." Rhys scooted closer. He tugged you until you were slotting between his legs, his front pressed to your back. "Why are you letting this bother you now?
Tears dropped onto your lap as you glanced down. "This past year is the happiest I've ever been."
A kiss was pressed to your shoulder. "Me, too."
"But you will be a High Lord. And of a court I don't even live in. You will be the most important member of your court, and I'm nothing but a servant. I feel like soon enough, you're just going to forget me. That you ever loved me."
You felt the way his body went rigid against you. After a pause, his warm arms slid around your waist, his face burying into the crook of your neck. He seemed to inhale your scent slowly. Desperately.
"Do you truly think I could ever forget you?" He murmured. "I remember the first second I caught a glimpse of you. You were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Still are."
You gave a watery laugh. "So beautiful in my old, ratty clothes."
"Your hair was in a loose braid, and when you leaned down to serve me my drink, a strand came free of the plait. I felt so compelled to reach out and tuck it behind your ear. And I thought your eyes could give this court's sunrise a run for its money. So bright and brilliant. Your cheeks were flushed, and you smiled at every single person, despite most of them straight up ignoring you. You were the most exquisite person in that room, and I couldn't look away from you."
You turned slightly in his arms, just enough to meet his gaze. "You noticed all of those things?"
A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. "Why do you think I tried so hard to get a message to you that I wanted to meet with you? I couldn't let you walk away. At least not without learning your name first. I certainly didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to have you love me back."
You studied his remarkable face, noting every emotion, every thought, that he wore freely. For nobody other than you. You'd memorised that face as much as you possibly could so that when he wasn't around, you could close your eyes and picture him. His brilliant smile. The way his eyes roved happily over you. Sometimes, you could lay in bed and hear his laugh.
"Just...just promise me." You pressed your forehead against his. "Promise me that one day, when you're High Lord...even if you can't be with me anymore, you won't forget me. I couldn't bear you forgetting me."
Rhys's strong hand moved up to cup your jaw. There was no chance to read the look in his eyes before he was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss started out gentle. Soft. The kind of tentative kisses you first shared in the early days of your relationship. Rhys's thumb brushed the line of your cheekbone, his mouth caressing yours.
But then his tongue was parting the seam of your lips and sliding into your mouth to intertwine with yours. Your mingling tastes had you sighing softly in satisfaction and angling yourself towards him further, one of your hands naturally reaching up to twine within the strands of his hair.
Somehow, you ended up in his lap, his lips working feverishly against yours in a hungry kiss. It was just the two of you in that meadow — the two of you and your love, that nobody — not even the High Lord of the Night Court — could take away from you. You would love him forever and always, no matter the distance, the social standing, the outside opinions.
Only when you were both panting for breath did Rhys tear his mouth from yours. You breathed heavily against each other's lips, your foreheads pressed together.
"Here." Rhys murmured deeply, quietly. "This is for you."
You pulled back just enough to glance down at the hand he held between you. You frowned down at the two tiny, blue flowers he pinched between his fingers. When he'd picked them, you weren't sure.
"A flower?" You were still battling to catch your breaths. "For me?"
"One for you and one for me." Rhys said. "They're Forget-Me-Nots. I'll spell them to forever stay fresh. And as long as we both have these, we know we'll never forget one another."
You blinked away tears as he tucked the flower into the strands of your hair, before leaning in to kiss you again.
"Always and forever, my heart." He whispered.
You nodded vigorously, cupping his cheek. "Always and forever."
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jmoonjones · 11 months
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The mystery behind Cassian's summer court ban for destroying a building is finally solved!
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azsazz · 2 years
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Yay I can finally share these! You guys are the first to know about the ACOTAR travel postcards I designed that are officially licensed by SJM! 💙
This was literally such a fun project and I started this on my cross-country road trip and I cranked them out so fast. I loved every second of this and I do have a few more ideas for other places in the ACOTAR universe too.
Which one is your favorite? 😏
I'm going to be putting these up on my Etsy shop if you are interested in purchasing a postcard of them (just waiting on them to arrive to me).
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kvitkapaporoti1 · 7 months
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Eris x Nesta? GREAT!
Cresseida x Nesta? AWESOME!
Eris x Cresseida? AMAZING!
I love these ships dearly, but you know what is better? ERIS X NESTA X CRESSEIDA!!!!!!!!!
Or just Nesta leaving NC with her prince and princess 😚✌️Eris and Cresseida are going to spoil her rotten 
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Rainy Season - Part 2
What You Gonna Do?
Azriel x Reader
A short follow up to Rainy Season since you all have been so gracious with your responses - Initially I planned a time jump for part 2 but decided to give a taste of the aftermath of her leaving. Things will eventually look up for our girl, she’s just going through it right now. Stay tuned for more! I’ve decided to make this a short series.
Part 1 Part 3
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Warnings: cheating, language
Azriel
Who wakes you when the morning comes?
Azriel awoke to rays filling the room with brightness. Shit - he’d overslept. Why hadn’t Y/N woken him? He looked over to find the bed cold, as if it had been vacant for hours.
Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he wandered to the kitchen, lacking its welcoming aroma of fresh coffee and the sweet and savory aromas of pastries and bacon. No, it was totally empty.
Where was she?
“Y/N?” He groggily called out into the house.
Silence.
Slipping on a pair of pajama pants he wandered to the door. The chill of the house whipping against his bare, muscled abdomen.
Perhaps she was basking in the sunlight on the patio. He always loved how she looked in the morning rays - a deity in her own right. He should probably tell her that sometime.
Padding to the front door, two things caught his attention.
One, his clothes were strewn over top of his bag and two, a note was scrawled in her messy handwriting.
No - not a note. A list of rhetorical questions.
“Who wakes you when the morning comes?
Who gives you all she has to give?
Who fulfills all her promises?
Who sees the good in you?
What are you gonna do when I’m gone?
Where you gonna go when there’s nobody home?
Who’s gonna love you when you’re all alone?”
He dropped his head. Fuck - things were good last night. What happened? As he bent back down to clear up the strewn undergarments, the strong, sweet scent of Elain wafting into his nostrils.
No - those questions were not rhetorical. They were a plea. “Who?” Who is that person to him?
Clutching his chest he realized just how terrible a mistake he’d made when he fucked Elain.
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The warm rays of the Summer Court and the overwhelming weight of crushing heartbreak greeted me bright and early. A mockery to the pouring rain I’d traveled through last night, showing up at my grandmother’s door like a drowned rat.
Instead of chastising me for how long it had been since I’d paid her a visit, her brown eyes only met me with compassion. She knew me well and every ounce of pain on my face spoke the words that I couldn’t get out.
She pulled me into a bone crushing hug, ran a hot bath and steeped a pot of tea before laying in bed behind me and running her fingers through my hair until my heaving sobs turned to shuddering breaths and eventually a deep sleep.
It was a strange feeling. It had been too long since I’d seen her and yet, she showed me more love and compassion in a span of three hours than I had in the last three years.
Thank the gods the rays woke me early as I had to make it to the palace in Adriata immediately.
“Leaving me so soon?” Grandmother asked as I hurried out the door. “Sorry! I promise I’ll be back before lunch.”
I’d only met Tarquin a handful of times but sensed that he was a kind, benevolent ruler. Still, I expected to meet with his officials before being granted access to his office but when he’d heard who was here to see him, he immediately made time for me.
By the end of our meeting, he’d granted me renewed citizenship in the Summer Court and wrote to Rhysand effectively barring Azriel from his court. Careful to not create tensions in the court, he revoked the current ban on Cassian so long as he could keep himself from destroying any more buildings within his court.
Despite my numb state, a small smile flickered across my face as I imagined Cassian’s reaction to the news. He wasn’t one to hold petty grudges but he certainly clung on to that of being banned from the Summer Court. I just hoped he wouldn’t be angry with me for leaving without saying goodbye.
Additionally, Tarquin discussed my skill set with me and by the end of the meeting I had been offered a paid position in teaching self-defense courses within the palace to a variety of age groups, primarily focusing on women and children. I brought few assets with me upon leaving the Night Court and my pride was too stubborn to withdraw any of the money from Azriel and I’s shared account when I left. No, I could do well enough on my own - thank you very much.
After the battle of Adriata, Tarquin had ramped up efforts of ensuring his citizens were better protected on all fronts so his offer was mutually beneficial for his court and me, ergo not solely extended out of pity. My pride beamed at that.
I gratefully accepted his offer.
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I returned home. Home? No, not home - to my grandmother’s house to find that my sister and nephew were there waiting for me.
“Oh my gods!!!!!” My sister Camila yelped. Practically tackling me.
“Gran! You didn’t tell me that Y/N was coming for lunch. You secretive old thing.”
Before he could say anything I swooped my nephew, Alex, up into my arms and - ouch, I was not as strong as I used to be because it was an effort to lift him. He’d grown at least a foot since the last time I’d seen him. A pang of guilt struck me out of my blissful state and back to reality at the thought. It had been far too long since I’d come to visit my family.
“Where’s Uncle Azriel?” he asked.
The question struck me like a knife. My expression faltering as I scrambled to regain composure. “He’s on a mission.” I lied.
My sister’s brows furrowed. She was always too good at reading me but thankfully she didn’t press further. I would talk to her when I was ready.
We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and catching up. Alex animatedly told me of school and all of his friends - I couldn’t help but smile as the warm summer breeze whisped over my exposed skin. The tea tasted a little bit sweeter, the air a little fresher, and the company a little warmer.
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“Y/N?”
Rhysand’s distant voice echoed into my mind as I lay down for bed that night. I always forgot how far his daemati abilities could carry.
“Hello, Rhys.”
“I received Tarquin’s letter. Azriel has been on edge all day and…. Well, I’m not going to ask you to share anything you don’t want to but - it must have been bad. Take all the time you need.”
“I’m not coming back, Rhys.”
The words rolled through me so quickly that I almost believed them but I knew I’d need closure at some point. For now, I wasn’t ready for that.
Seeming to sense that exact thought Rhys only replied, “Write me or Feyre if you need anything at all.”
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Who cries knowing you don’t care?
Night time always brought out stronger emotions in me. I’d keep my emotional barriers held high all day but as the sun set, so did those walls. As I lay in bed that night the first waves of grief blew through me. Not a wave of my own grief which had been omnipresent within me but… Azriel’s grief through our bond.
Of course it took me leaving for him to feel anything toward me through our own mating bond. I shut it down as effectively as I could and cried. Tears of anger flowed as I realized that my presence was never enough but my absence was what it took for him to give a damn about me.
Who worries what the future holds?
I grieved the future that could have been ours had he only chosen me. I let the sobs pour out once again as his pain rolled through me in waves. He couldn’t even extend the courtesy of shutting down his end of the bond as he came to grips with the ramifications of his own actions. His emotions only brought me bitterness and maybe that was a flaw on my end but it sure as hell felt justified. I spent so long giving him everything and even now, I still receive only heartache in return.
Who’s tired of empty promises?
He swore he’d love me forever but forever only meant until someone better came along. Certainly it wouldn’t be long before he returned to Elain for comfort. Would he be courteous enough to shut down the bond then or would I feel the pleasure she brought as she soothed his emotional wounds then too? As he healed and made the same empty promises to her that he had to me? Hell, had he already made those promises to her? Would he hold to them for her?
What would he do now that I’m gone?
What would I do now that I’m gone?
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A/N brace yourselves, we’re getting a different character’s POV in the next chapter 😏 🔥
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Prythian Haute Couture: Summer Court
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Summer Court 🐚
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nestaismommy · 1 year
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New art by @madschofield
He is perfect in every way. And he deserved way better. I still don’t know how he forgave those mfs after they stole from him. He didn’t deserve to be taken advantage of like that and it’s even sadder when you think about the fact that he’s the youngest and just trusts people way too easily.
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