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Azriel x Reader | Satisfaction
You have a date and Azriel wishes it’d been with him. Basically.
Hey y’all! It’s been a long while and I apologize for not only that, but also the quality of this fic… I know it isn’t great, and full disclosure i am not sober while writing this and I did not edit or re read this. If I make a part two I promise it’ll be better LMAO
Before his boots had even touched down on the balcony at the House of Wind, Azriel had been dreaming of his bed. He’d worked nearly 24 hours straight and wanted nothing more than to drift off into oblivion for at least a day.
He’d thrown himself into any and all tasks he could find, trying in vain to keep his thoughts from wandering to you.
Azriel had been yearning for you for well over a century now, and your introverted and private personality meant although he’d known you’d been with other people during the 150 years you’d known each other, he never had to hear about it and therefore never had to go through the pain of thinking about it.
Now, however, you’d decided to start seriously dating and he felt like he was going insane.
You’d been on a few dates recently with the same male, always coming home with a smile, always aughing and blushing with the other females at training as they teased you about him. It was devastating.
Yesterday, you’d all been in the sitting room after dinner, drinking Rhys’s wine and laughing at whatever dumb thing Cassian had done that day, when Mor brought up him.
Azriel had never hated a name like he now hated the name Ian. Ian. The male who had all of your attention as of late.
He silently cursed Mor and her big ass mouth for mentioning your upcoming date. You’d been sitting next to him at the time and he was shamelessly basking in the light of your undivided attention.
“You know,” the blonde had said, “you’ve been seeing each other for three weeks, I think it’s about time you fucked.”
You’d gone beet red at the mention, slowly turning toward Mor with a look that was nothing short of mortified.
“Oh come on,” she’d laughed, looking from your distressed face to Nesta and Cassian barely containing their amusement, “you can’t act like you weren’t thinking it already”
“Maybe! But I wasn’t about to announce it to the whole room!” You’d hissed in her direction as Nesta and Cassian let out their laughter.
Azriel had gone completely still at your admission, his ears ringing and mind swirling with the thought of you touching and being touched by another male. His sudden possessiveness was down right shameful. You’d never seen him as anything but a friend, and he’d be out of his mind to risk that friendship. He had no claim to you and no reason to feel so sick at the thought of you and someone else.
That’s why, as soon as the opportunity presented itself, Azriel had done what he’d always done when his feelings got out of control. He’d isolated himself and focused on what he did best, his work.
Azriel was walking down the hallway to his room when he heard the sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen, knowing immediately that as hard as he’d tried to avoid hearing about your date with Ian, he’d walked right into your post-date debrief with Mor.
“… it can’t have been that bad.” The blonde’s feathery voice floated out, and Azriel stopped dead in his tracks.
He knew better than to eavesdrop on his friends. There was a reason he kept his shadows reigned in at home, he’d heard way too much coming from Cassian and Nesta’s room to ever want to know everything that was going on in that house.
But this time, he just couldn’t help himself.
“It was… boring.”
“Ouch!” Mor cried “that’s probably the worst thing you can say about sex.”
Azriel tensed, now smelling the obvious scent of sex and wine in the air. This was a literal nightmare.
“It wasn’t really sex, just… hand… stuff”
He could practically see your blush as your voice trailed off in embarrassment.
“Still, you shouldn’t be bored when someone is touching you.”
“Well I was. And now I’m all… frazzled. And unsatisfied.”
“ you mean horny”
Azriel could imagine you rolling your eyes at that, cheeks still delightfully pink.
“Fine, Mor. I’m horny.”
Hearing those words come out of your mouth got Azriel more worked up than he’d ever admit, and he decided it was time to stop lingering in the hall and get the rest he needed before he did something foolish.
He readied himself for bed methodically, willing himself not to think any more about you and your current aroused state.
Despite the bone-deep exhaustion he was feeling, sleep wouldn’t come. Azriel lay staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour before giving in and sliding his hand under the covers and palming his already throbbing cock.
He closed his eyes and let his mind wander where it always did, to you. He thought of how that perfect pink blush would look on your face as he kissed and licked his way down your body, squeezing and nipping your skin as he worked his way to your core, he thought of all the ways he would make sure you were more than satisfied. He thought of how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking as you stared up him through your lashes, and it wasn’t long before Azriel was coming undone.
He lay in bed after, and didn’t try to curb his thoughts, allowing himself to fall asleep thinking of you wrapped in his arms.
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ACOTAR x Reader Appreciation Post
Hi everyone!
I hope you’re all doing amazing! 💙
I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate all of the amazing writers of this fandom who write for ACOTAR x Reader, taking their time curating fics for all of us to enjoy.
I adore and admire each and every single one of you!
Please go and take a read at their incredible works, you will not be disappointed!
If I’ve forgotten anyone please tag them or message me so I can properly add them to the list! 💙
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Thank you all so so much for making this year so good. I only actively started writing on here last January with 2 people following me. Now we are over 900 little daisies and I honestly have no words for it💛💛💛
And now a big THANK YOU to all of you!!
It is beyond me how many there are (of you) who always read my posts and interact with them, thank you for that. A big thank you to those people who will always reblog your post so more people can see it:
@despoinasstuff @valeriadarkness (I somehow cannot tag you) @danikasthings @brekkershadowsinger @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship
There are those terribly talented writes who create posts and stories for Elucien. Stories I have re-read an unhealthy amount of times and that are still as beautiful as the first time reading them.
@velidewrites @separatist-apologist @moononastring @ladyelain @acourtofthought @the-lonelybarricade @a-little-disguised @autumnslittlefox @isterofimias @my-inner-crisis @ahrene @rippahwrites @lidiacervos @bookofmirth @daydreamer-anst @surrealsuriel @iambutmortal @cascadingmoon
There are those people who write stories about other ships, stories that are beautiful and brilliant. Or they create stunning fanart and comics.
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And there are those people who write phenomenal stories about my beloved Azriel (and other ACOTAR men & women). Just know that I love your stories so, so much and have probably binged and re-read them all.
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To all those creators (& many more, I definitely forgot someone) THANK YOU you for your creativity, your stories, your talent you share with us.
And lastly to all my ANONS, sending in requests and reading my stories. I love you soo much. THANK YOU, for your kindness and your loyalty and the love you show my stories. This year would not have even been half as good without all of you!! You helped find a leisure activity that I love woth my whole heart and helped me improve my writing. 💛💛💛
A lot of good things are planned for the next year, most of them currently getting written or already finished. I hope you look as forward to reading them as I to posting them.
Hope you have a great start into the new year!! Lots of love ~💛🌼
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Azriel x Reader
Renewal | Chapter 5
Azriel x Female Reader
The LONG anticipated chapter 5 of Renewal! This is a big one y'all! I hope you like it! I took it in a different direction than I originally planned so I apologize for any inconsistencies! LOVE YALL
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Azriel had flown for hours, cursing himself for getting so worked up over nothing. He never lost it like this. In his centuries of life he’d perfected controlling his emotions and he’d be damned if he lost it over a human girl. A beautiful, kind, extraordinary human girl, but a human girl nonetheless. He was a powerful fae warrior, he couldn’t lose his cool over a little unjustified jealousy. He just needed a distraction.
Azriel dropped down along the Sidra, planning to find somewhere to drink his troubles away without the distraction of said human girl. He walked to one of Velaris’s more popular bars, not as famous as Rita’s by any means, but busy nonetheless, and immediately downed two drinks.
He was ordering a third when a pretty strawberry blonde female dropped down in the seat next to him. She was pretty enough, but not like Y/N. She was petite where you were curvy, blonde where you were dark, and she lacked all the little details that made you, you.
But, he was determined to distract himself, so he conversed with the female all while downing more and more drinks.
Before Azriel knew it, the female had him by the hand and was leading him to her apartment across the street. Getting into bed was a blur, and he couldn’t remember taking off his shirt, or whether she had starting kissing him, or he had started kissing her.
She was undeniably sexy, and her hands were all over him, but despite his best efforts to remain in the moment, he couldn’t help but feel that this was wrong.
Azriel gently placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her off his mouth. She looked down at him, a small frown marring her pretty face.
“I’m sorry,” he began, “I can’t do this.”
Her face twisted in confusion before looking down at his decidedly un-excited groin, her lips parting in a soft “oh.”
She slid off him and he sat up on the bed next to her, feeling extremely awkward.
“Do you… prefer males?” She asked as she stared at him, her head slightly tilted to the side.
Azriel huffed a laugh, “no”, he said with a slight grin, though it’d probably be nicer if he did. He could’ve just married Cassian and been done with it.
“I’m definitely attracted to females, and you’re very beautiful, it’s just…” He trailed off, the female looking at him expectantly and he suddenly felt very sober. “I have someone else on my mind.”
“Oh!” she breathed, “I understand.” and she gave him a sweet smile.
“Really?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion, he thought she’d have protested more, or maybe try to kiss him again, not give up in understanding.
She let out a laugh at his confusion. “Of course I am! It’s not like I was expecting a love match from this.” She smirked at him, causing a blush to rise to his cheeks.
“It’s actually good to know you’re in love with someone, I was starting to worry you thought I was gross.” Azriel’s face flushed even further at her use of the word “love,” but he was relieved she understood.
“No,” he began to reassure her, “you’re a lovely female, I just….I can’t sleep with you.”
“Honestly?” she said, “It’s kind of nice to know there are males out there like you, devoted enough to turn down a half naked and willing female in their bed.” He huffed another laugh before grabbing his shirt and bidding the female goodnight.
Azriel flew home feeling a bit lighter, with the word “love” bouncing around in his mind.
Y/N
“Get up” a harsh voice called as the curtains were ripped open. Unforgiving sunlight burst into the room, assaulting your half-asleep mind. You blinked, holding your head as you sat up from under the covers, you knew shots with Cassian were a bad idea.
“Amren?” The petite female was standing in front of the window, arms crossed, her usual look of boredom in place.
“I’ve made a potential breakthrough and I’m not letting your overconsumption stop me from testing my theory.” She tossed a small bottle at you with a smirk.
“What’s this?” you picked up the bottle, inspecting the odd green liquid inside.
“Hangover cure.” The female stated, as if it were obvious.
“Be down in ten minutes or I’ll come up and douse you in ice water.” And with that she walked out, shutting the door behind her.
You glanced at the window, trying to discern the time by the sun’s position, but winced as soon as the light hit your eyes. You have Amren’s green liquid one last look before popping the cork and downing it in one gulp. Almost immediately your headache was gone and most of your energy restored. “Fuck, I love magic.” You smiled.
You dressed quickly, less worried about your appearance and more worried about getting downstairs before Amren’s ten minutes were up.
You opened the library door to find Amren sitting in a circle of books, some so old the looked like they’d crumple at your touch. Rhysand sat in a chair by the lit fire, looking as bleary eyed as you felt when Amren awoke you minutes ago.
“Good, you’re here. I have a spell I’d like to try.” Amren looked up from the tome in her lap, looking almost giddy. You worriedly glanced at the High Lord, he merely shrugged.
“I’m here for moral support.” Rhysand gave you a tired grin, and you sat across from Amren on the floor.
“I need you to stay calm during this. Drop your shields and Rhys will help.”
“What’s going to happen?” You asked, eyeing the small knife Amren had procured seemingly out of thin air.
“I’m just going to cut your arm, nothing deep. Just a bit of blood for the magic.” She looked almost annoyed at your hesitancy. “Then hopefully the spell I read will work and we’ll finally have some answers.”
You nodded at the female and dropped your flimsy shields, allowing Rhysand into your mind.
The blade stung as it cut your skin, but Amren was honest, the cut wasn’t deep, just enough to make you bleed. You watched as she took your blood, telling you to close your eyes and focus on her voice.
You felt Rhysand in your mind, slithering through your thoughts.
Amren spoke in an odd language, the sounds flowing and light, but something about it seemed familiar to you. That prickling feeling in the back of your head started again, and you started to feel a pull in your gut, weak at first, but rapidly growing stronger, like the feeling of freefalling, gravity tugging at your body as you plummeted toward the earth.
Amren grabbed your hands, stinging the cut on your palm. Your eyes flew open, the pain intensifying at her touch, the once gentle pulling in your stomach growing into a ripping pain, and the room blurred around you. You distantly heard Rhysand’s voice, his prying at your unshielded mind, but all you felt was pain, searing, intense, pain.
You felt your mouth open but couldn’t hear your scream over the ringing in your ears. Images flooded your mind, so fast you couldn’t comprehend any of them, and soon your mind was so full of thoughts, images, and feelings, you were certain it’d burst. The swirling thoughts continued, spinning and spinning and trapping you in a vortex of pain, mania, and confusion. Rhysand was in the background of your mind, witnessing your physical and mental pain but helpless to stop it. Just when you couldn’t take it anymore, when the pain was so intense you could only see white and you were sure you’d die, the spinning in your vision stopped and the room came into view. You took a breath and felt it catch in your throat, you tried to cough and immediately turned to the side and vomited. Thick black sludge expelled from your mouth, choking you as it came out. You vaguely felt someone come behind you and hold back your hair. You felt cold and hot at the same time, like your body was ripping itself from the inside and reforming into something new. You felt different, sharper, clearer, and somehow more like yourself than you’d felt in a long time.
When the vomiting ceased, and the pain in your stomach dulled to an ache, you finally looked up at the room and fae surrounding you. You were still on the floor, covered in sweat and remnants of blood and your strange vomit. Azriel sat beside you, his hands still in your hair, his hazel eyes filled with concern. Amren stood across from you, a stern look on her face, the ancient book she’d smeared your blood on torn to shreds. Feyre and Cassian stood to the side, and for the first time since you’d awoken, you could feel the faint trace of magic emanating from them, as if they’d pulled it to the surface in case they needed to strike. You knew they were staring at you, noting the changes that had been made when the curse broke. They’d have questions, so many questions.
Finally your eyes found Rhysand, and the look on his face cut you much deeper than the shallow knife wound. Your vision was sharper now, and you could see the flecks of stars in his violet eyes, reflecting your own.
It was as if time was frozen, no one knew what to say. You could feel the confusion seeping off every fae in the room, its orangish tint flooding your senses.
Rhysand spoke, breaking the incessant silence, “Where’s Nyx.” he demanded, never removing his eyes from you.
“Mor and Nesta have him at the townhouse.” Feyre replied, her voice soft in the quietness of the room.
Rhysand nodded. “Everyone out except Y/N.” You held his gaze as everyone filed out. When the door shut, he let out a shuddering breath and tore his gaze from your own. He sat down heavily in the plush velvet chair by the fire. He remained silent as you pulled yourself up from the ground, aching and dirty, and gently lowered yourself into the seat across from him. The High Lord let out a deep sigh, “Do you remember who you are?” he asked as he stared into the dying fire before him.
“I remember everything, brother.”
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Azriel x Reader | Satisfaction pt2
Hey! Here’s a short lil part two! There will be one final part to this and it will be the smut you’ve all been waiting for! Let me know, do you prefer the smut from the reader’s POV or Azriel’s?
Thanks for all of your support!! 🫶🏻
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You skipped out on training the next day, claiming a hangover, but really you just didn’t want to face the other females. You knew they’d have questions about your date, and you didn’t know how to tell them that dreamy Ian was a complete and total disappointment in bed.
You’d stopped things before they went too far, claiming you wanted to take it slow, but in reality you just weren’t aroused by him.
It was odd, he was handsome enough, nice and charming and all the things a male was supposed to be, yet when you thought about his hands on your body you felt… nothing.
Now Azriel on the other hand… everything about him exuded sex. He could be fully clothed, sitting and reading a book and you’d be turned on.
One summer day it’d been the hottest weather you’d ever felt in Velaris, of course that didn’t stop Cassian from training. You’d stayed late to help one of the more shy priestesses with the self defense you’d been teaching, and were just cleaning up to leave, when you’d noticed Azriel across the ring, getting in some extra training himself. He was shirtless and sweaty, his brown skin and swirling tattoos on full display. Every muscle in his body worked in perfect tandem as he worked through the motions with lethal precision.
You weren’t sure how long you stared, mouth agape, and were especially thankful the shadow singer didn’t seem to notice. You probably would’ve watched him all day, had Nesta not come back outside to retrieve her water bottle, knocking you out of your daze.
The Valkyrie sent you a knowing look, and you prayed the smell of sweat covered your obvious arousal.
You’d spent the whole day replaying the scene in your head, shamelessly imagining what else the shadowsinger’s body could do.
That night you’d all gone out to Rita’s, and after one two many drinks, you’d found yourself standing outside his door. Thankfully you’d come to your senses before doing anything you couldn’t take back, and had slunk off to your own bed.
After that you’d started dating more seriously. You’d figured you were just lonely, and Azriel, being the only single male you were ever around, received the brunt of your attention.
But even after dating around, you still couldn’t help the carnal attraction you felt toward the male.
You’d tried to be flirty around him, trying to get a feel for how he felt about you, but you were way too introverted to be obvious about it, and it just ended up coming off as friendly.
Tonight Mor had planned a family game night. She’d pouted all day after Elain told her she and Lucien couldn’t make it, and had all but forced Amren to come. It was “very important” to her that you all spend time together, especially now that there were three mated couples in the group.
The first few games went as usual, Mor insisted mates weren’t allowed to be paired up, claiming the bond made it too easy to cheat. Unfortunately that allowed for a power duo of Rhys and Az. You played a few games, the two males dominating in every aspect, until the losing team (you and cassian) suggested you switch to drinking games instead.
You were two rounds of Never Have I Ever in,squished between Mor and Azriel on the couch, and you’d just refilled your glass. “My turn!! Let’s make things a bit more steamy” Mor shouted with a wink, determined to keep the game going. “Never have I ever…. Fantasized about someone in the circle. And mates don’t count!” She added, pointing a finger straight at a bewildered Feyre.
You looked around to see who’d drink first and saw Nesta shrug and take a gulp, Cassian smirked at her as he drank as well. Amren drained the rest of her cup, and you saw Azriel try to inconspicuously take a sip of his own. Feeling boldened by the alcohol, you took a swig of wine, Mor laughing beside you.
“Not sweet Y/N having impure thoughts!” Cassian gasped dramatically.
“Yeah Y/N, spill the beans, who are you thinking about late at night.” Mor wiggled her eyebrows and you felt yourself blush.
“That’s not how the game works! I took my drink and you can no longer question me.”
“Well there is one way to find out” Rhys winked at Mor, the smirk on his face causing you to feel even more unsettled.
“It’s all a numbers game. So, never have I ever, fantasized about… Cassian.” The high lord looked to you, but you didn’t budge. Nesta downed her drink while her mate whooped at her side. “Alright Feyre Darling, on to you.” Rhys smirked at his mate, knowing she’d play along with the elimination game.
“Never have I ever, fantasized about… Amren.” The high lady looked to you, gauging your reaction, but again, you stayed still. Mor and Nesta both drank, much to Amren’s satisfaction, and you knew eventually someone would mention the shadowsinger, but in your drunken state, you just didn’t care.
“I’m up!” Cassian scanned the room before his eyes landed back on you. “Never have I ever, fantasized about… Rhys.” The male’s eyes stayed glued to you, while you sat in defiance. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rhys whispering to Feyre as she drank the last of her wine.
Nesta was next, and she gave you an absolutely devious look across the room. Your eyes widened as you realized this was it. She was no doubt thinking of that time she caught you ogling Az on the roof.
“Never have I ever, fantasized about… Azriel.”
The female’s smirk was positively wicked, and everyone’s eyes turned to you. With a dramatic sigh, you took a swig from your cup to a chorus of cheers from your friends. You felt Azriel tense beside you, and hoped you hadn’t just ruined a friendship.
“Happy now?” Your eyes shot daggers at Nesta who only laughed in response.
Azriel turned to you, and you shrunk back in embarrassment, trying to hide your deep blush behind your hair.
“I believe it’s my turn.” Azriel spoke, and everyone looked to him. “Never have I ever, flirted with a rose bush.” He smirked as Mor let out a cackle beside you “I forgot about that!”
“Hey! It was very dark and Rhys had challenged me to a shot contest!” Cassian sat forward in his seat and you let out a laugh.
“Drink!” The high lord said, pointing at the male.
“Fine!” Cassian took a swig of wine, “but to be fair, that rose bush had beautiful curves.”
As everyone laughed at Cassian’s antics you turned to Azriel and smiled, silently thanking him for taking the attention away from you.
The game quickly turned into a retelling of Cassian’s most infamous drunken escapades and before you knew it, it was very late and you were deliciously drunk. Everyone had slowly gone to bed, and eventually it was just you, Azriel and Mor.
Mor was retelling a story of your last visit to the summer court when you began to fall asleep, head dropping onto Azriel’s shoulder.
The shadowsinger gently nudged you awake a few minutes later, and you quickly got up, embarrassed that you’d fallen asleep on your friend. But standing up fast while you were drunk and half asleep wasn’t the best idea and you soon lost your balance. Azriel was there in a split second catching your arm before you hit the ground.
“Let me help you upstairs.” He said, a small smirk on his face.
You took the arm he offered and shamelessly reveled in how nice it felt to touch him. You stumbled up the steps and to your door, leaning on Azriel more than was probably necessary. Your drunken thoughts were spinning and you couldn’t help thinking about what you had revealed earlier in the night. You looked up at the shadowsinger and frowned. “Azriel,” you slurred, and he looked at you in response, humming with amusement. “I meant what I said earlier. I think about you… a lot. You’re so very attractive.” Azriel’s eyes went wide and he reached around you to open your door, “let’s get you to bed, okay?”
“Okay” you sighed, throwing yourself down on the bed.
Azriel helped you under the covers, making sure they were tucked up around you and leaving a glass of water on your bedside table.
“Need anything else?” He asked, leaning over your bed.
You reached your hand up and cupped his face, “you’re a beautiful male, Az.” You mumbled.
Azriel smiled, taking his hand in yours and placing a small kiss on the palm. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Night Az.” You breathed, as he closed the door behind him.
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Rhysand x Reader | Silver Threads
Based on this prompt “my family thinks we’re dating.” Requested by @lillithathecat hope you love it!!
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“Fuck” you breathed as you looked down at the blood welling on th tip of your finger. You set down your needle and walked to the bathroom, washing the blood off before it ruined the expensive fabric you were working with.
You were normally careful with your sewing, but it was getting close to lunchtime and your thoughts were distracted. It was almost time for your weekly lunch with the High Lord. You knew it was his way of thanking you for the countless dresses, suits, cloaks, and coats you’d made specially for his inner circle, but you couldn’t help but get butterflies at the thought of seeing him again. You’d been having these lunches for nearly a year, after you’d made him and his entire family their starfall outfits last year. He’d come in the next week and insisted on taking you to a nice lunch as a thank you, and he’d been doing it every week since.
You’d opened up your shop only six months before that. You were a refugee from an Illyrian war camp where you’d spent most of your time patching the warriors’ leathers. You weren’t treated well by any means, but you loved to sew and create, and fixing up the tears in the thick leather outfits was a way to make yourself useful at the camp. You’d been born a “half-breed” and weren’t blessed with wings. You were lucky you had magic, or else you likely would’ve been killed as a babe.
Creating things, sewing them from scratch and making sure they were perfect, had always brought you joy. Sure you could’ve sped up the process with magic, but making things by hand gave them a unique quality, and your embroidery skills were what you were most proud of.
You’d met Mor first, she’d stopped in and requested a dress made for a ball she was attending in the winter court. You’d made it exactly to her specifications (something sexy and alluring that wouldn’t leave her freezing her ass off in the winter snow), and she’d been coming to you ever since.
Not long after you’d made that first gown, you’d gotten a visit from the High Lord himself, wanting a new suit. You’d been totally mesmerized by him from the moment you met him, those violet eyes and full lips imprinted on your mind. You weren’t naive however, you knew you’d never have a shot with the High Lord. He was sophisticated and powerful and you were just an average person. He interacted with as many of his citizens as possible, making sure the needs of everyone in his court were met. You were just another one of his people.
The bell above the door rang and you knew without looking it was him. Rhys just had a presence about him, something you could always sense. “Coming!” You shouted, grabbing a bandage for your still bleeding finger.
“Hey!” You greeted him as you stepped around the front counter. He looked at your finger with furrowed brows, a silent question.
“Ah” you said, raising your hand, “battle wound.” You grinned as he chuckled.
“As long as you didn’t get any blood on my starfall suit.” He winked.
“Of course not, my lord” you teased and he rolled his eyes. He hated being addressed by anything but ‘Rhys’.
“You ready?” He asked, turning toward the door.
“Almost,” you leaned back over the counter, “Marielle!!” The young girl came around the corner, he auburn curls bouncing as she walked.
“Yes, Y/N?” She asked before her gaze landed on Rhys, eyes widening as she dropped into a bow “My lord.” She greeted, reverence lacing her voice.
“For the millionth time Marielle, Rhys is fine” the High Lord said as the girl rose from her bow, cheeks stained pink. “And bowing is never necessary.” He shot her a wink and her face deepened to an even rosier color.
You smiled at her, she was always a mess in front of Rhys, but she was a great apprentice, hard-working and caring.
“We’re headed to lunch,” you told her, “I’ll be back in an hour.”
The girl nodded and you turned to head out the door with Rhys.
You strolled through the city streets, chatting about your week, how many new orders you’d received and how well Marielle was doing. Rhys was incredibly easy to talk to. He always knew how to make you laugh and make you feel at ease. In the last year he’d become your absolute best friend.
Rhys led you to a cafe by the Sidra, the hostess immediately sat you, recognizing the High Lord right away, leading you to a table on the patio.
Lunch went by quickly, the two of you slipping into easy conversation, splitting your dishes so you could both try something new.
Stomach feeling full, you sat sipping your lemonade, watching the way the sun glistened on the Sidra.
“So,” Rhys began as you turned to face him, “I’ll actually need you to make one more dress for starfall.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, it was less than a week until the holiday and you were already making an outfit for every member of the inner circle.
“You’re putting me on a time crunch, but sure.” You joked, “I just need to know what kind of silhouette to design and I’ll need to get measurements.”
“Oh you already have their measurements I’m sure.” Rhys said with that smirk of his, “the dress is for you.”
“Me?” You were completely taken aback. You had no starfall plans, let alone any that would require such a dress.
“I’d like to invite you to starfall at the house of wind.” He said with a gentle smile.
“Oh, Rhys, that’s really not necessary.” You replied, fidgeting nervously with your napkin.
“Y/N,” he said, grabbing your hands, “I want you there.”
You looked into his violet eyes and the vulnerability there made your breath catch in your chest. He was so devastatingly gorgeous, his tan skin and dark hair perfectly framing his face. You found your eyes dipping to his lips, wondering what they tasted like.
The waitress came to clear the table and the spell was broken, Rhys released your hands and sat back, clearing his throat.
“I’ll come to pick up around 7, we’ll have dinner beforehand.” He said as he stood from the table.
You opened your mouth to protest when he cut you off, “I’m not taking no for an answer, so make yourself something nice to wear or I’ll bring you in your pajamas.” He smirked at your sigh of defeat.
You spent the rest of the afternoon finishing the silver embroidery on Rhys’s starfall jacket while thinking of what you were going to make for yourself.
You had an idea of what style you’d like, but weren’t sure what color to go with.
“You should make it in silver! That way you’d match with the High Lord.” Marielle said dreamily as she looked over your sketch.
“Do you think that would be appropriate?” You asked the girl as you finished the last swirl on the jacket’s lapel.
“Of course!” She exclaimed, “he asked you to come! You’re his date!”
“I don’t think it’s like that Marielle, we’ve just become good friends this year is all.”
“Sureee” the girl said, wiggling her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at her and hung up the suit jacket. You walked to the back room, fingers trailing over the bolts of fabric lining the walls. Your eyes caught on a swath of silver in the back corner, it was light and smooth with just enough sparkle, it’d be perfect for the gown you’d designed. “Oh what the hell” you said, grabbing the bolt, it wasn’t every day you got to spend a holiday with the High Lord and his family, might as well go all out.
The night of starfall came quickly, and before you knew it, you were staring at yourself in the mirror of your apartment above the shop, wondering how you got yourself into this. The dress had turned out beautifully, just as you’d wanted. The top was cut low, the V ending just under your bust, where the skirt cinched together before flowing to the ground, a slit cut on the left side giving it plenty of movement to match the flowing sleeves of the bodice. It was gorgeous, some of your best work. You’d pinned your hair up, leaving only a few pieces to frame your face, and lined your eyes with kohl, a hint of silver glitter on your eyelids. You really looked lovely if you let yourself admit it.
You sensed Rhys outside just before he knocked and made your way down the stairs.
When you opened the door, you took a moment to admire him. He was stunning in the suit you’d made. It was his signature black, with hints of iridescent silver lining the cuffs and swirling across the lapels of his jacket.
You made yourself pull your eyes to meet his, and found him appraising you as well.
You blushed under his stare, feeling suddenly very exposed.
“Y/N,” he breathed, “You look… breathtaking.” You smiled and took his hand, stepping into the night with him as he smiled that dazzling smile of his.
You moved closer to him and he winnowed you to a balcony overlooking Velaris.
“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You said, looking out over the city with its twinkling lights, the Sidra curving through, shining in the dying sun.
“Welcome to the House of Wind.” Rhys said as you turned your attention to him. “Dinner will start soon, and everyone is eager to meet you.”
“Right.” You said, smoothing out your dress and taking a deep breath.
“Oh,” Rhys said, taking your hand, “one more thing before we go in. My family thinks we’re dating.”
You nearly choked out “what??” Your wide eyes swinging to his amused ones.
He shrugged “they think we’re dating.”
“Why on earth would they think that Rhysand??” You asked, baffled.
“Well, we do spend a lot of time together,” he smirked, “they just assumed and well, I never corrected them.”
“What? Why not? Did you want them to think that?” You questioned him, heartbeat speeding up at the implication that you and the High Lord were more than friends.
“Maybe.” He stepped closer to you, “maybe I want us to be.”
You couldn’t speak, his words and proximity all but overwhelming you.
“I care about you, Y/N, deeply. And…. And I’d like to be more than friends. If you’ll have me.”
“Rhys,” you breathed, staring into those violet eyes, “nothing would make me happier.”
The High Lord broke into a grin, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against your own. You barely had time to process before a whoop cut through the air. You pulled back and looked at the door where Cassian stood, grinning like an idiot.
“Mor!” He shouted into the open door behind him, “you owe me! They didn’t even make it 5 minutes!”
You couldn’t help but laugh, looking up at the High Lord of the Night Court, your now more-than-friend.
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Azriel x Reader | Renewal Chapter 6
Azriel x female reader
Alright here's where things really stray from cannon (like its not already a fanfic lmao) but I'm really happy with how this turned out. Hope y'all like it!!
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It was sunny the day your mother died. Looking back, you always thought that was odd. Something so evil should've been done under the veil of rain. It should’ve happened at midnight, when the shadows were thickest and the darkest of beings emerged from their slumber. Real life wasn’t like that though. Pain and evil were always there, and even the shadows couldn’t hide an evil this great.
Maybe that’s why the darkness and shadows always felt welcoming to you. If something so awful, so life-changing could happen during the brightest of day, nothing that bad could happen in the shadows.
You were in the sitting room when they came. Your mom was cleaning up dinner, fresh fish with rice and vegetables from the backyard garden. She was going to take you flying before it got dark. You were still unused to the cold air of the mountains. The icy nip of the wind against your wings was unfamiliar despite your Illyrian heritage. Mother had insisted you not come to the mountains until you were old enough to defend yourself. She knew firsthand the cruel way females were treated in the war camps, and even though she wanted you to know your heritage and your people, your safety was her top priority.
You knew your brother had spent a lot of time here, against your mother’s wishes. Father wanted him to be strong, resilient, hardened to the sight of blood and violence and fear. Rhys was the heir, he needed to be trained and shown how the world worked, his whole childhood was a brutal training for the title he would one day hold.
You, on the other hand, were extremely sheltered. Something snapped in the High Lord when he had a daughter. He wasn’t a particularly caring man, but seeing his daughter, winged and small, so similar to his mate, had changed something in him. He thought of himself as a protector. He’d saved his mate from ridicule and mauling by her Illyrian family, and now he could save you. He forbade you from meeting anyone but your family and you certainly weren’t allowed around Illyrians, save your mother and brother. You never met your brother’s friends, “the bastards” as father called them, but Rhys would sneak into your room late at night and tell you stories.
That’s why you were so shocked then, seeing who could only be the Spring lord and his sons, making their way up the pathway to your mother’s home.
“Mama!” you called from the window, “Visitors are coming!” Your mother walked up behind you to look out the glass, wings pulled in tight as she dried her hands on a dish towel.
Her brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of the spring males. You’d heard Rhys speak of the younger son, Tamlin. You thought he must be a friend. Maybe the males thought your brother was with you?
Your mother shooed you from the window and you went and stood by the fire, dreading the blast of cold air that would permeate the cottage when the door was opened.
“My Lord,” your mother began, opening the door just wide enough that she could see the three males approach. “ We weren’t expecting you this evening. I’m afraid my husband and son are at our home in the city. It’s just my daughter and I here.”
“Good,” you heard a male voice say, as he pushed his way past your mother and into the home.
Your mother stumbled back, grabbing your arms and placing you behind her, wings flaring wide to shield you from view. Something in the air had shifted, the cozy warmth of the cottage now feeling stifling, confining.
The male, the High Lord you assumed, sat down on the couch, spreading his legs and grinning like he owned the place. His sons stood stoically behind him, flanking him like guards.
“Now let’s not make this harder than it needs to be,” He began, motioning your mother towards the chairs by the fire. She stiffened, her grip on your arm tightening.
The High Lord let out a sigh, as if this whole interaction annoyed him, and with a wave of his hand, wind picked up, pushing your mother to her knees. You saw her grit her teeth, unable to move against the winds that bound her.
The male gave you a dark smile, “Now there’s the pretty little daughter, Y/N, isn’t it?” Your eyes flickered to the males behind him, the two on the right almost identical to their father, the same muddy blonde hair and light eyes, eyes filled with anticipation. Tamlin, though, looked almost uneasy. He was trying hard to mask it, but you could feel the grayish blue of it flicker in your senses, seeping from his mental shield.
“Have a seat, girl, before I make you.” He snapped, clearly losing patience with the situation, the hate in his expression shining through.
The older male’s eyes bore into you as you slowly lowered yourself into the chair closest to your mother. Something was wrong here, very wrong.
“You’re likely wondering why we’re here.” The High Lord began, drawing a dagger from his belt and staring into the gleaming reflection, the light of the fire glinted off it in the late afternoon sun.
“You see, your mate,” he pointed the knife at mother, “and your father,” he pointed the knife at you, “owe me a debt.” He smiled as you felt the color drain from your face. The human slaves… father had set them free, and now you and your mother were to pay the price.
“Now the only choice left for me to make, is whether to kill you or your mother first.” He looked hungrily at your mother’s wings, an Illyrian female with perfectly intact wings was rare. Your stomach churned as you wondered what he’d do with them, and you were suddenly glad yours were no longer visible, magicked away for now.
“Wait…” a choked sound came from your mother as she fought against her bonds to speak, “a deal…” Your eyes widened, head swinging toward your mother, she couldn’t possibly mean to negotiate with this horrible male.
“Interesting….” the High Lord began, “what did you have in mind?” He lifted his magic and your mother gasped in air, shakily moving to her feet beside you.
“Kill me.”
You choked out a cry, “Mama, no…”
She laid a comforting hand on your shoulder, a warning not to interfere. “Kill me, torture me, do what you will with my body, allow me to pay the debt for my mate’s mistakes, but let my daughter go free. Banish her, send her to another court, but leave her be.” your mother cast her eyes downward, clearly hating how she had to lower herself before this male.”Please.”
The blonde male’s head twitched to the side in consideration,
“You’ll comply with whatever we ask of you?”
“As long as I don't hurt anyone else, and my daughter goes free.”
You swallowed down your tears, now was not the time for emotion, the room was filled with a tense energy, like one subtle move could shatter it and everything would erupt into chaos.
“You have a deal.” The High Lord smiled, his eyes gleaming with delight as you watched a bargain mark spread across your mother’s arm. A rose, something so beautiful, for a deal so evil.
“No!” you shouted, standing from your seat and wrapping your arms around her.
“Bring in the witch.” One of the older sons left out the door, slamming it behind him.
“Shhh,” your mother ran her hands down your hair in soothing motions, “You’re safe, you’ll be okay.”
“But Mama,”
“No.” She said sternly, drawing back to look into your eyes, her hands planted firmly on your cheeks. “There will be time for grief later, but now you must be strong.” She placed a kiss on your head and turned as the door opened again.
The spring male came in, pulling along a female who must’ve been the witch. She was short, with white-gray hair cut close to her head, her brown skin wrinkled from years of life and sun. She looked at you with pity in her eyes. You felt the regret coming off her, stark blue, and crisp like the sea, she was dragged into this, same as you.
“We originally brought her to heal you.” He looked at you, still wrapped in your mother’s embrace, “So we could break you again, of course. According to our source you aren’t due back for another two days, so we have plenty of time to have fun.” Your blood ran cold. They would torture your mother for days.
You looked again at the witch, she took a deep breath, eyes closed in pain. Fae often propositioned witches to do their dirty work, the fae healers took an oath to the realm, rendering them useless in morally dark situations such as this. That didn’t mean the witches enjoyed it though, they’d been prosecuted their entire existence, this was just another way for those more powerful than them to exploit their abilities.
“How far away can you send her?” The High Lord asked, lazily flipping his dagger from where he sat, still comfortably sprawled on your mother’s couch.
The witch didn’t answer. She only held your gaze, dark eyes blazing with determination.
The High Lord gave a sigh, and quick as lightning, the younger male’s hand shot out, connecting brutally with the witch’s face.
She fell to her knees, blood dripping from her shattered nose, you felt her pain hit you, red and throbbing, and you closed your eyes tightly against it.
Finally, the Spring Lord rose from his seat, boots stopping just in front of the puddle of blood rushing from the witch’s bruised face.
“You and I both know, I can make this harder than it needs to be. Just do what I ask, and you’ll be free to go.” He looked down on her like he was scolding a child, impatient and stern.
The witch lifted her head, her eyes once again connecting with yours, the blue stream of pity overwhelming the pain that still lingered. “I can send her as far as another realm.” She spoke quietly, resigned to both of your fates.
“Perfect.” The High Lord grinned, turning to look at you.
“No!” you screamed clinging to your mother. One of the sons came forward, prying you from her warm embrace. Her tears were flowing freely now, but her face was calm, yielding to the fate that played out before her. She may have accepted what was coming, but you could not. You bucked in the male’s arms, bashing your head into his nose and stomping down on his foot. You ran towards the door but were caught around the middle by the unyielding arms of the High Lord. He threw you to the ground, the bones in your arm cracking upon impact. You yelled, crawling across the floor toward your mother. She was restrained again, face in agony as her body was contorted back, using all her strength to mouth the words “I love you.”
The witch’s bloodied face appeared above yours, “I’m so sorry.” she whispered, and everything went black.
It was dark now. Late into the night, the shadows crept into the library as you stared into the empty hearth and showed your brother everything.
Your brother. It was so odd to see him again, after all these years. He looked so similar to you, to your mother. Same dark hair, same violet eyes, same tremble to his jaw as he tried to hold back his tears. You had warned him when he asked to see your memories of that day how painful it would be, but nothing could’ve prepared him to see that, or you to relive the worst day of your existence.
Rhys let out a choked sob, hand coming to his mouth as tears flowed down his face. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N.”
You shook your head as your own tears began anew, “No, Rhys, No. None of this is your fault, neither of us could’ve prevented what happened that day.”
Your brother looked at you, sadness and pain radiating off him in waves of gray, mixing with your own tumultuous emotions. “I, I should’ve known what had happened, I should’ve looked harder for you, not just assumed you were dead,” He stood, knocking over the chair in anger, “I should’ve recognized my own damn sister when she showed up in my court.” He sent a blast of power at the chair, reducing it to shards of wood and fabric in an instant.
“Stop.” you stood, walking to him, your hands going up to cup his tear stained face. He looked so different from the composed High Lord you’d seen earlier that day. He was rumpled, disheveled in a way that seemed so at odds with who he was. His hair stuck up at odd angles from pulling it in distress.
“I was sent to another realm, glamoured for centuries by a powerful witch, I didn’t even know who I was.” Rhys closed his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder.
“It just seems so obvious now that it was you all along.”
You stroked his hair, comforting him the way mother used to, “It’s okay, you’re the reason I’m back to myself. And now I’m here and I’m not going to leave again.”
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Azriel x Reader | Satisfaction Part 3
Alright y’all here it is! The third and final part to satisfaction! I hope you all like it! I know I asked in part 2 and some of you said smut from Az’s POV buttt it just didn’t flow well that way. I’m sorry! Send me any requests you have and as always, thanks for the support! 🫶🏻
WARNINGS: smut, oral both female and male receiving, rough sex, mentions of blood, 18+
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It was already bright as you opened your eyes, the first rays of the early morning sun were breaking over the mountains and streaming in through your curtains. You sat up with a stretch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and the events of the night before came rushing back to you.
You’d told Azriel, no not just Azriel, the entire inner circle, that you fantasized about him. And not just that, you were also about 90% sure you’d called him pretty before he left your room.
You threw yourself back on the pillows with a groan, swearing you were never drinking again. Embarrassed wasn’t a strong enough word for how you were feeling right now.
You picked yourself up and got dressed. You were brushing your teeth and desperately trying not to think about how you were going to have to face Azriel in less than an hour, when there was a knock at your door.
You froze in place, your anxious brain telling you it must be Azriel there to tell you to stay far, far away from him.
“Y/N! Open up!” Nesta’s voice flowed in, muffled through the wooden door.
You sighed, pulling the door open for your friend.
“Hey, Cass sent me to see if you were coming to training, or if you were too hungover.”
“Don’t act all friendly like I’ll just forget you made me spill a huge secret last night.” You accused, plopping down on your bed as Nesta followed you inside.
Your friend sighed and sat down next to you.
“Don’t be mad at me, there’s no way he doesn’t know you’re into him. I mean, neither of you are exactly subtle about it.”
“Neither of us?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing
“Oh don’t act like the two of you haven’t been dancing around the subject for ages now. Hells, I’ve only been here a few years and I see it.”
“Azriel isn’t interested in me Nes. And that’s okay. I just really hope I didn’t ruin our friendship over something so stupid.” Nesta put an arm around your shoulder.
“If you honestly think he doesn’t feel the same then I’m sorry. But you know Az! Even if he isn’t into you at all, he’d never make it weird. Azriel is nothing if not a kind male. He’d take you aside and let you know he isn’t interested but still wants to be friends. I mean, that’s what he did with Gwyn.” She shrugged.
Your head shot up, “Gwyn had a thing for Azriel??”
“Uh, yeah. Massive crush. But after some self- reflection she realized she was only interested in him because he was the first male to show her kindness after her attack.”
You sat in silence for a moment. Maybe Nesta was right. Azriel was kind. And what’s the worst that could happen? You’d already embarrassed yourself, it couldn’t get much more humiliating than this.
You took a deep breath, asked your friend to braid your hair, and put on your leathers.
You found Azriel first thing, nervously asking if you could talk to him before everyone got started. He gave you a short nod and followed you to the edge of the roof.
“So,” you sighed, wringing your hands. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about how I acted last night… it was totally not okay to say all of that… stuff… and I’m sorry if I totally creeped you out.”
You made yourself stop fidgeting and bring your eyes to Azriel’s face.
His head was slightly tilted to one side, the only indication of confusion in his stoic demeanor. You mentally cringed at yourself for what felt like the millionth time today, wishing you’d just crawled back into bed this morning.
You started to stutter out another apology when Azriel’s mouth twisted into a smirk.
“Y/N, there’s no need to apologize. It was a game. You were drunk.” He shrugged, turning back toward the ring. “Oh” he started, looking at you over his shoulder, smirk still firmly in place “by the way, I don’t think you’re creepy in the slightest.” The shadowsinger shot you a wink before joining Cassian in stretching.
You were left momentarily stunned. Was Azriel… flirting with you? Holy shit…. It was so on.
You took a moment to collect yourself before leading your group of priestesses in their warm up stretches. You’d worn an oversized jacket to the training ring this morning, the early chill keeping it cool until the sun fully crested over the mountains. Feeling Azriel’s eyes on you from across the roof, you shed your jacket, stretching in the early morning sun, leaving you in your tight scoop neck tank top, the curve of your breasts exposed, and your Illyrian leather pants, daggers strapped to each thigh, material clinging to every curve. You looked over your shoulder at the shadowsinger and shot him a grin.
This game was fun. And you were good at it, your confidence soaring each time you felt Azriel’s eyes on you as you trained. You made sure to bend over more than necessary, giving him a view of your ass each time, winking when you caught him staring. For nearly 45 minutes you kept half your attention on your teaching and the other half on teasing Azriel.
As you wrapped up your defense lesson for the day, Cassian jogged across the ring, waving at you as he approached.
“Hey!” He called, “you still wanna do that self defense demonstration?”
You nodded, eyes sliding to Azriel, an idea forming. “For sure! Tell Az I need him to be my partner.”
“Alright” Cassian grinned as he situated the priestesses around the center ring.
You squared up with Azriel, a smirk on your face.
“Okay,” you clapped, turning to the crowd, “I know it can be intimidating when you’re attacked by a male twice your size” you gestured at the shadowsinger, “but just remember to calm your mind, sometimes being smaller is an advantage.”
You walked back to Azriel, placing your back against his now bare chest, making sure to wiggle your backside against him as he situated his arms around you. He leaned down and growled in your ear “your teasing isn’t funny, Y/N. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” His voice was silky smooth, quiet breath sending shivers down your spine as you took in his words. It was hard to concentrate as you moved through the motions, and the demonstration passed in a daze.
You were grabbing a drink of water and calming your nerves as the priestesses filed out. “Up for a round?” Azriel asked, twirling truth teller in his hand as he smirked at you.
“You’re on, shadowsinger.” You winked, grabbing the daggers from your thighs.
He lunged for you immediately, striking with grace and precision, leaving you only seconds to dodge. You danced around each other, slashing and spinning in a deadly dance, evenly matched until you managed to catch him off guard. He knew you favored your right hand, so you led with it, making to swipe for his throat, while your left hand jabbed at his ribs, dagger hilt-first, landing a blow in precisely the right spot to knock the breath from his lungs. Quick as a cat, your leg shot out, sweeping him off his feet, but as tricky as you’d been, he was just as good, slashing out with truth teller and landing a shallow cut across your exposed chest before pinning you down underneath him.
You were both breathing hard as he stared down at you from above, your daggers still gripped in your hands as he pinned your wrists on either side of your head, his knees settling around your hips.
The look he was giving you was more intense than the fighting that had just taken place, so you were more than shocked when his lips met yours in barely a brush.
You gasped, staring up at him in shock before lifting your head and catching his lips again. He groaned as he leaned into you, kissing you harder. Your lips opened for him, letting him taste you. It was like your brain had short-circuited and all you could think of was him.
You started to lift your arms, wanting to reach up and pull him closer, but quickly realized your wrists were still pinned down. You whined in frustration and he pulled away, chuckling at you.
“I want to touch you.” You breathed, and he let out a groan “you’re gonna be the death of me.” Azriel’s eyes scanned your face before settling on the now healing cut across your chest. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if he’d just noticed his knife had actually made contact.
He brought his eyes back to yours before leaning down and kissing your jaw, down your neck to the scratch his blade had made before dragging his tongue across it, licking up the blood as his eyes bore into yours. You let out an unabashed moan as arousal began to pool in your core, imagining his tongue all over your body.
He released your wrists and you immediately dropped your daggers, hands flying to his hair to pull him back in for a kiss.
Shadows enveloped you and a moment later your back was hitting the soft surface of what must’ve been Azriel’s bed.
He sat back and looked at you, “is this okay?” He asked, and you grinned in response, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him against you again.
He laughed and went back to kissing your neck, his hands wandering up and down the curves of your sides. You threw your head back to give him better access as you drug your hands down his chest, feeling every inch of defined muscles.
Azriel’s hands slid under your top and you sat up, pulling it over your head and exposing your breasts to him.
He stared for a moment, rough hands lightly tracing your chest and torso. You grabbed his wrist, bringing his palm to your mouth and planting a kiss in the middle, hoping to erase any hesitation. He gave you a small smile before dipping his head down and attaching his mouth to your right breast, licking and sucking on your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, his hand squeezing your other breast before switching.
Azriel kissed down your body, stopping at your hip bones to lick and suck marks on the sensitive spots. He pulled down your pants, underwear leaving with them, and groaned at the sight of how wet you’d gotten.
His big hands gripped your thighs, slowly spreading them apart, kissing up each side and stopping just before your core. You wiggled your hips, trying to get him to move closer. He took one finger and drug it up through your folds, bringing it to his mouth and sucking off the juices with a moan. You could’ve come undone at the sight.
Azriel spread your legs wider and dove in. Attaching his mouth to your aching pussy, licking and sucking like a man starved. Your back arched off the bed, hands shooting to his hair to pull him impossibly closer, eyes rolling back in your head.
He slid a finger inside you, curling and pumping it inside, hitting just the right spot that had you grinding down on his face, wanting more. He quickly inserted a second finger, nipping at your clit and making you see stars. Soon you were coming, grinding onto his mouth as his fingers pumped you through until your legs stopped shaking and you collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.
Azriel slunk up your body, planting a hungry kiss on your lips. You kissed him back with fervor, wrapping your legs around his waist and using your thighs to flip him over.
You sat up on top of him, admiring how sinfully beautiful he looked, eyes lidded with lust, full lips swollen, and wings splayed behind him.
You slid off of him, hands working to remove his pants. He lifted his hips and his cock finally sprang free. You practically salivated at the sight. Feeling no shame in how wet you got just by looking at him. He was big, thick and long, and pulsing with arousal, precum resting at the tip.
Azriel made to sit up and you gently pushed him down, sliding your body down until your mouth was poised above his cock. “It’s my turn to taste you.” You stared into his eyes as you wrapped your mouth around him, taking him in all the way to the back of your throat, gagging on the length of him. He let out a delightful moan as the tip hit the back of your throat, your hand wrapping around what wouldn’t fit inside you.
You began to move, sucking and stroking in time, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking as much of him as you could back down your throat. His hands flew to your hair, tugging at it as his hips began to thrust up into your mouth.
Your eyes were watering when he gently pulled you off, breathing heavy as you wiped the spit and precum from your mouth, licking your lips to get a taste of him. “I want to cum inside you.” He looked into your eyes before switching your positions.
Azriel lined himself up with your dripping sex, slowly pushing in, both of you moaning at the feeling. Your pussy stretched to accommodate every inch of his thick cock, filling you to the brim.
Your eyes rolled back in your head as he bottomed out, the tip of him hitting you in just the right way. You thought you’d been completely blissed out until he started moving, slowly at first and then quicker with each thrust, pushing into you hard enough to make the bed rock. Your nails raked at his shoulders as you moaned uncontrollably.
Azriel leaned down, mouth attaching to the spot between your neck and shoulder, biting and sucking enough to bruise. You lifted one hand up, lightly running your fingers along the edge of his wing. His hips stuttered and he growled into your shoulder.
In an instant he was pulling out of you, you didn’t even have time to whine at the lost contact before he flipped you over and slammed into you from behind.
You let out a scream as he grabbed your braid, wrapping it around his hand and pulling your head back as he relentlessly fucked into you. His other hand came around to rub your clit and you were thrown into a mind-blowing orgasm. You were shaking and crying as Azriel continued to fuck you.
Your pussy clenched around him and he came undone quickly after you, pumping his cum inside you before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to you.
You both laid there for moment, staring at each other in shock and catching your breath.
“Wow.” Azriel breathed, looking at you like you were the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. You could only nod in agreement.
“Y/N…” he reached out, letting his hand fall to the open space between you, eyebrows furrowing.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” You grabbed his hand, placing it on your cheek.
“Nothing could be wrong after that.” He laughed, “it’s just, I feel like I should let you know that as amazing as that was… I don’t want this to just be sex. I have… deeper feelings for you. And if you don’t feel the same that’s okay and I’ll respect your boundaries, but if sex is all this is to you I think we should stop here. It would be hard enough to keep myself away from you now, let alone if we do this again.”
You were stunned. Only this morning had you even let yourself think this male MIGHT be attracted to you, and here he was saying he had feelings for you? You felt like the luckiest female alive.
You smiled at him. “I have feelings for you too… I think we should see where this goes.” He grinned back and pulled you to his chest.
You lay there for a while, Azriel’s hand in your hair, the other wrapped around your waist as you listened to his heartbeat.
“So,” he began, the smirk evident in his voice, “did I cure your sexual frustration?”
You laughed, having completely forgotten about Ian and your crappy date. “I can honestly say I and 100% satisfied.”
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Azriel x Reader | Recon pt 1
Based on the prompt “just stop complaining and pretend to be my date.” I can’t find who requested it, I’m sorry!!
This was just supposed to be something quick but then it spiraled out of control and now it’s a three part mini fic oops
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The mission was simple. Go in, get as much information on the new Asmodian king as possible while staying under the radar, and get out.
You’d been on a few missions with Azriel before, but this was by far the longest and most important.
Mor had been attempting to get Vallahan, the biggest fae land on the continent, to enter into an alliance with the Night Court for nearly a year to no avail.
Asmodia, on the other hand, was untested. The sizable island was once a territory of Vallahan, only recently gaining its independence. Not much was known about the kingdom or the male who was now it’s king, so Rhys had decided some recon was needed before reaching out directly with Mor as emissary.
Azriel was going, for obvious reasons. No one would be better at learning the secrets and intentions of the Asmodian king than the infamous spymaster. You were being sent for your knowledge of the language. The Vallahanian and Asmodian fae still spoke a dialect of the old fae language, and while mostly everyone in the inner circle spoke enough to get by, only you, Rhys, and Mor were fluent due to your aristocratic upbringing.
You and Az were to visit Asmodia for the grand ball in celebration of King Itrolocus’s birthday. You would present yourself as travelers from Prythian and you would glamour Az’s wings so as to not rouse any suspicion about your Night Court affiliation. Then you’d spend the rest of the week with the other courtiers, learning as much as you could without meeting with the king directly. It was imperative, as you’d heard from Rhys several times, that you not engage the king, this was recon only.
You were excited at the prospect of such an important mission, but spending time with Azriel made you nervous.
You and Az had been close at first. You liked his silent companionship, his calming demeanor, and the way his shadows always swirled around you, protecting you as much as him. But in recent years, he’d seemed withdrawn. He only spoke to you when necessary, and mostly about court business. He no longer stayed up late reading with you in the library or brought you new blends of tea from his missions. For some reason you couldn’t discern, Azriel had stopped being your friend.
At first you’d racked your brain trying to come up with something you’d done to upset him, but nothing made sense. Eventually you just gave up.
You sighed as you shimmied into your outfit for the evening, not looking forward to more of Azriel’s cold shoulder treatment.
Mor had helped you choose a dress, insisting on putting you in a deep purple gown that accentuated all of your feminine curves and left your back completely exposed.
You finished curling your hair and applying your makeup before making your way downstairs to the main room of the inn where’d you’d meet Azriel to winnow to the palace.
When his eyes found you as you climbed down the remaining steps, he didn’t say a single word, but you saw his jaw clench as he gave you a nod. He looked incredible, of course. Dressed in all black as usual, but his clothing tonight was formal, a far cry from his usual Illyrian leathers or chunky sweaters.
He grabbed your hand and together you winnowed to a dark alley near the palace steps.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.” You said as you turned toward the shadowsinger, the warm glow of your magic illuminating your hand in the darkness. He gave you small smile, and you began to glamour away his wings, concentrating on weaving your magic together to create a shroud around them.
“Ick,” he said, rolling his shoulders, “it feels tingly”
“It’ll wear off” you said with a wave of your hand. Though you had to admit, he looked odd without the wings. Still incredibly beautiful, but he lacked some of his intensity, and it just felt like something was missing.
“Now you just have to hide those.” You said, pointing at the shadows swirling around his now bare shoulders.
“Them too?” Azriel asked, looking uncertain.
“The point is to not draw attention to ourselves” you raised your eyebrows, “and as helpful as they are, they definitely draw attention”
“Fine.” He said, and the shadows dispersed immediately. “How long will we be in there?”
“I’m not sure,” a ball of this caliber could last all night, but you didn’t want to be discouraging. “Maybe a few hours?” You peered around the corner of the brick building to your right before stepping out onto the main road.
“Let’s just try and make it as quick as possible. I’m ready to get out of here already.” Azriel grumbled behind you. He’d mentioned several times how this was not his ideal form of spying. He preferred to silently watch, hidden among the shadows. Not dress up and dance at birthday balls.
“We’ll stay however long it takes to get the intel we need.” You said, turning to the shadowsinger and looping your arm through his, “just stop complaining and pretend to be my date.”
You felt him tense beside you “date?” He echoed
“Yes, my date. We don’t look alike at all so pretending to be siblings is out of the picture, and if I come here as a female alone I’ll be presented to the King as a potential consort, and that’s definitely not something I’m interested in.” Your nose crinkled at the thought.
You walked arm in arm with the shadow singer towards the city center. Passing drunken fae and rich partygoers alike.
The palace was grand to the point of gaudiness, the new King clearly wanting to show his wealth, and you had to fight to keep from showing your disgust at the blatant display of riches. The city itself was a veritable slum, not a manor to be seen let alone a normal sized home or cottage, and the wealth gap made you nauseous.
You could tell Azriel was thinking the same thing as he took in the partygoers around you, all dripping in gold jewels.
You followed the flow of the crowd up the gold-plated steps and inside to the main ballroom, taking your place near the edge of the room. You kept close to Azriel, silently brooding without the aid of his shadows, as you sifted through bits of conversation, ears trained for anything pertinent.
“And who might you be?” You turned to your right, noting a tall blonde male at your side, his decadent dress matching his carefully smooth courtier’s voice.
You reached out your hand in greeting, “I’m Y/N,” the male dropped your hand after placing a chaste kiss on the top and you gestured to Azriel at your side, “and this is my husband, Azriel.” You felt the shadow singer tense at the words. Apparently even through the language barrier he understood the word ‘husband’ enough to cringe. It was starting to get irritating how adverse he was to pretending to like you for one evening.
“Lovely to meet you, I’m Andreas.” The blonde inclined his head toward Azriel who remained stoic at your side. Apparently he was foregoing politeness with everyone.
“Does your husband not speak?” Andreas asked, a crease forming between his perfectly manicured eyebrows.
“Azriel is from Prythian, he unfortunately doesn’t understand the old language.” You replied, pasting on your most pleasant smile, hoping to drive away more questions.
“Ah, Prythian, land of savages.” Andreas smirked, it took everything in you to hold your smile in place. “Luckily he has such an elegant female to keep him in place.” He winked.
“Well you know what they say where I’m from?” The male raised his eyebrows in question,
“Behind every successful male, is a strong female to guide him.”
Andreas’s light laugh rang out and you couldn’t help but be proud of yourself. You thought it’d be hard to charm Asmodian courtiers, yet here you were, knocking the socks off the first male you meet.
“Oh, Y/N, my brother will be absolutely enthralled with you, I have to take you to meet him!”
“Well if he’s half as handsome and kind as you, Id be delighted.” Your smile was practically dripping honey at this point.
“Well he ought to be, he is the king.” Andreas turned with a flourish of his hand, expecting you and Azriel to follow along, but for a moment you were frozen. Here you thought you’d been doing so well, and now you were being led to the one male you didn’t want to interact with at all, the one male who could easily turn this mission on it’s side.
Azriel looked down at you, his eyes questioning. You looped your arm through his and began to guide him after your new friend.
“Darling,” you began, keeping up the act of husband and wife, should anyone near you, specifically Andreas, speak the language. “Our new friend Andreas is taking us to meet his brother, the king! Isn’t that wonderful?” You plastered a giddy smile on your face, hoping you still looked the part of eager courtier, while simultaneously squeezing Az’s arm in alarm.
Azriel’s eyebrows rose and he quickly schooled his face into a mask of pleasant interest “that’s wonderful, we’re very lucky arent we sweetheart.”
You ignored the way your heart did a little flip at the nickname, certain it was just adrenaline kicking in.
The walk across the ballroom to the raised dias where King Itrolocus sat upon the throne felt like a death march. If he saw through your facade and realized you were there to spy, there’s no telling what would happen next.
“Brother,” Andreas greeted as he swept into a short bow, “I’ve found two very interesting guests I think you’d love to get to know.” He swept his hand behind him and you dropped into a deep curtesy, Azriel bowing at your side. “Y/N and Azriel, travelers from Prythian.”
“Prythian you say? The old magic runs deep there. Too bad it’s a land of half-breeds and human lovers.” You flinched at that, fear seeping into your veins, it was more than obvious how the king felt about your people, alliance didn’t seem like an available route so far.
“Rise, travelers.”
You straightened out of you curtsy, finally getting a good look at the king. He was an older male, grey creeping into the dark blonde hair of his head and beard, but still appeared strong. He had a warrior’s face, so unlike his brother who looked as though he’d never lifted a sword in his life.
“You,” he pointed one ringed finger at you as he spoke “you’re too pretty to be from Prythian. Where are you from originally?”
“The Selenic Isles, my king.” You answered, dropping your head a bit.
“Ah, a witch then. We used to have witches in Asmodia, until the damned Vallahanians wiped them out with their idiotic wars. Such a waste.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, my king. Our race is slowly dwindling around the world unfortunately.”
At least the old man liked witches, that gave you an I n. It’d be harder to convince him to trust Azriel though. He didn’t seem to like anyone who wasn’t “purebred.”
Itrolocus hummed in response, stroking his beard in thought.
“I’d like you and your husband to stay in the castle as my honored guests this week. Witches used to hold positions of high power here in the olden days before the occupation. They were valued for their wisdom and council. I’d like to hear what advice you might have for my new kingdom.”
You swallowed thickly, this was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up. Rhys and Az would certainly be mad, you were breaking the one rule they’d made for this mission, but if it got you a chance to persuade the king to consider an alliance with the courts of Prythian, it’d be worth it.
“We’d be honored, your majesty.” You laced your words with reverence, bowing your head. You saw Azriel doing the same out of the corner of your eye. You could feel his inner turmoil, annoyance mostly, at not knowing what he’d just agreed to. You knew as soon as he found out, you were in deep shit.
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Seeing TikTok’s of how much people hate the amnesia trope as I’m writing a multi-chapter fix based on amnesia… oops
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Should I start writing again? 👀
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Hi lovely!! Can you please do #2 “I’ve known you since… forever, I can’t imagine life without you.” With Azriel?
Azriel x Reader | Confessions
Based on the above prompt! Short little angst with a fluffy ending!
Warnings: depression, slight allusion to suicidal thoughts
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Your family meant everything to you. The war with Hybern had threatened everyone you loved, and when it was over, you clung closer to them than ever. And after the birth of your nephew, Nyx, there was an outpouring of love around you that was truly incredible.
Now that things had settled down, everyone had fallen back into their old roles and new lives, but you…. You were lost.
As a kid, you’d never wanted to get married, or have babies. Living in the Hewn City, you knew you’d be married off to some cruel male who only wanted you to secure some alliance with your family and produce heirs. None of that was at all appealing to you and you’d dreaded and avoided it as long as you could. You’d learned to fight and use what little magic you had as a defense, you’d made yourself valuable enough to your father that he overlooked marrying you off for longer than was proper. That, and he was still holding out hope you’d be married to Rhysand.
The High Lord’s family had been close with yours. Your mothers were best friends and you’d spent a lot of your childhood playing with Rhys and his sister. When Rhys inherited his title, he’d taken you out of the Hewn City and your life in Velaris had begun.
Since then you’d been content with your found family and life working alongside the High Lord. But now, things had changed. It felt like everyone was moving on and you were standing still, and somewhere deep inside of you, you wanted a family of your own.
Of course you were more than happy for Rhys, he deserved every bit of happiness he had, and you loved Feyre and Nyx both. But now, not only was your best friend a mate and father, but Cassian was mated, Mor was dating a Valkyrie girl, and even Amren was seemingly happy with Varian. The one that hurt the most though, was Azriel and Elain.
They weren’t technically a couple, but everyone saw how much time they spent together and it was only a matter of time before they became more than friends. Really you should’ve been happy for them, you were happy for everyone else, but when it came to Azriel, your feelings had always been complicated.
You’d known the shadow singer for centuries and you’d always been close. Both of you had had flings and sexual partners, and for the most part you’d been fine with it. Content to let your feelings for him be pushed back and hold on to that spark of hope that he wasn’t in a serious relationship because he returned your feelings.
And then, Elain came along and your hope shattered. You couldn’t even hate her, she was so kind and gentle and she’d been through her own amount of trauma. You’d actually become friends rather quickly, bonding over botany. While Elain loved any and all plants, you focused mainly on herbs, medicines and poisons. She’d been more than happy to dedicate a section of her garden to them, and you’d taught her all you knew about them.
Today you’d been feeling more down than usual. You were slouched in the regular booth at Rita’s, frowning into your drink as your friends danced with their partners, leaving you alone. You knew they didn’t do it on purpose, but you were just so tired of being left out.
You downed the drink and moved across the bar, heading outside for some air. You closed your eyes and leaned against the wall, letting the cool night air wash over you.
“Y/N!” Elain’s voice called out to you. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight!”
You pushed off the wall, giving the female a smile. “You know me, I can never say no to Mor.”
Your eyes flitted behind her where Azriel stood, arms crossed and eyes scrutinizing as usual.
“I would’ve been here sooner, but I had to convince Az to come.” She turned to look at the shadowsinger and he shrugged in response. “I’m gonna go grab a drink, I’ll see you guys inside!” With a twirl of her lilac skirt, Elain disappeared into the club, likely to find her sisters.
Azriel slowly walked over and leaned against the wall next to you. “What’re you doing out here?” He asked, one eyebrow raised.
You shrugged back “just needed some air.”
“Drank to your limit already?” He smirked.
“Not even close” you snorted, nudging him with your shoulder.
You stood together in silence for a few minutes, watching the fae pass by. You knew he could tell you were upset, but you also knew he’d wait until you wanted to talk about it first. That was one thing you loved about Az, he never pried.
“Do you ever feel… out of place?” You asked, eyes sliding to his face.
“Well,” he began, “ I’m a bastard-born Illyrian with no blood relatives who lives with his best friends and their mates… so yeah.” He chuckled.
You rolled your eyes “I just mean…I feel like I’m not meant for this life anymore.”
“Y/N…” he started, his hand gently brushing your face, you turned to him, tears barely contained in your eyes “believe me, I know what you’re feeling. I’ve felt it a thousand times before, but you have to know, we’d all be lost without you. I’ve known you since… forever. I can’t imagine life without you.”
Your tears were flowing freely now as Azriel wrapped his arms around you, your head resting on his chest, wings cocooning you.
“Thanks Az, you’re the best.” You said with a sniffle.
“Mhmm” he said, hand rubbing circles on your back. “What’s got you feeling this way Y/N, I don’t want you to go down that path.”
You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything but the truth. “ I feel like everyone has their place, their person, and I’m just here. Rhys and Feyre are parents, Mor is finally being her true self, Amren has actually been showing affection towards someone, hell, even Cas is mated.” You looked up at him briefly, his attention fully trained on you before closing your eyes against his chest again. “And you have Elain.”
“Elain?” He asked, pulling back to look at your face.
“Don’t try and hide it Az, everyone knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re together” you scoffed.
“What would ever make you think that?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“It’s obvious” you said, stepping out of his arms. “You’re always together, laughing and telling secrets” you tried to keep the bitterness from your voice.
You looked up at him and he laughed, he actually laughed at you.
“Y/N,” he smiled at you, “do you know why I’m here tonight?”
You frowned, was this a trick question? “Because Elain wanted you to come…” you said slowly.
“Yes, Elain wanted me to come,” he said, stepping closer to you, “she wanted me to come and spend time with you. She’s been trying every chance she gets to push us together because she figured out how I feel about you.”
“Az” you breathed, staring up at him wide-eyed .
“Ideally this isn’t how I would’ve told you, but, Y/N, I’m in love with you, and I think I always have been.”
Your whole world stopped at his confession, your heart sped up, and your body moved of its own accord. Before you even realized it you were grabbing his shirt and pulling him to you, your face tilting up to press your lips against his. Azriel sighed against you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you closer.
“I love you” you murmured between kisses, and he moved his body to press you against the wall, tongue entering your mouth, making you moan. The feel of his body pressed against you, his lips on yours was almost too much, and then suddenly it’s like fireworks were going off inside you, golden and sparkling. You pulled back and looked into those hazel eyes and suddenly you knew. Azriel was your mate.
You had to be grinning like an idiot but you didn’t even care because the pure joy you saw on his face matched the warmth you felt inside.
Azriel leaned his forehead against yours, letting out a soft laugh, “my mate” he grinned.
You reached up and placed a quick kiss on his lips, “I think we should go in and thank Elain.”
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Just started CC3, I was waiting for the weekend so I could go all in and let me just tell ya… having my boy (az ofc) in new scenes is making me feral
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Lucien x Reader | Homecoming
Based on this prompt “I’ll say when you’ve had enough” requested by @heart-defendor
Short little smut!! My first time writing for Lucien and first time posting smut soooo we’ll see how this goes!!
WARNINGS: pure smut 18+ only, oral sex female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex, sexual touching, light choking
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It was true what they said about the Vanserra males, they had fire in their veins. While your mate wasn’t technically a Vanserra, he still had the Autumn Court in his blood and it showed.
Lucien had been away for a while, visiting the Night Court. Normally you’d travel with him, but your sister was pregnant and due any day, and you wanted to make sure you were there for the birth.
While you were glad you were there for your sister, you’d missed Lucien terribly. You hadn’t been away from each other for more than a day since you were mated two years ago and feeling him through the bond wasn’t enough. Over the years you’d gotten used to receiving certain… attention from your mate on a regular basis and you were getting increasingly frustrated with each day that passed.
After two long weeks of waiting, Lucien finally sent word he’d be arriving home. You were giddy with excitement and spent the whole day preparing. You’d made his favorite pie, straight from his mother’s recipe, washed the bedding so everything smelled like lavender, and took an extra long bath to make your skin and hair soft and smooth.
Lucien would be home late, but you knew he’d want to greet you, and hopefully indulge in some much needed alone time. You put on a simple dress, light and breezy, made for the Day Court heat, foregoing underwear for extra… comfort.
You were brushing out your hair when you heard the door to your home open, you ran downstairs without a second thought, stopping when you saw your mate in the doorway.
He was so beautiful, his long auburn hair practically glowing against his brown skin, and the smile that lit up his face when he saw you made him 10 times more attractive. You sent all the love you were feeling down the bond and felt it sent right back. “Lucien” you breathed, and ran to him. He immediately enveloped you in his arms, burying his face in your hair and breathing you in. “Gods I missed you.” He sighed and you giggled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in response.
He pulled back and smoothed the hair from your face before pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. You let yourself sink into him, humming in pleasure. His hands traveled down your back before snaking over your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You moaned into his mouth, earning a low chuckle in response.
Lucien moved from your lips to your neck, sucking the skin as he went. “Fuck, I missed the way you taste Y/N.” He practically growled.
“Lucien,” you breathed, “take me to bed.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. In one swift movement he lifted you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he reattached his lips to yours.
Lucien kicked the door shut behind him and carried you up the stairs, kissing and nipping at your neck all the way to your bedroom where he placed you gently on the bed.
He stood and stared at you for a moment, and the look in his eyes showed he was about to indulge in all the impure thoughts you’d had while he was gone.
You reached up for him, and he chuckled at your neediness. “Impatient?” He teased as he crawled over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“Yes” you sighed, wrapping your legs around him and pulling his body flush with yours. “I’ve spent every night since you left imagining this.” You began to work on taking his shirt off, there were far too many layers between your bodies.
“Oh really?” He practically purred, helping you remove his shirt. “What did you fantasize about Y/N?” He whispered in your ear, hands moving down to cup your breasts, squeezing and rolling your nipples through the thin material of your dress, “my hands?” You moaned, arching your back and pressing your chest into him “my mouth?” He asked, licking a stripe up your neck and nipping your ear with his teeth, “or my cock?” He rolled his hips against yours, your eyes fluttered at the friction and you let out a breathy sigh.
Your mate sat back on his heels, lifting your dress up over your head. Lucien moaned at the sight of you, bare and spread before him, ready to take whatever he was willing to give.
He leaned down and kissed you fiercely before his lips made a trail down your body, stopping at your nipple to suck and nip at it, earning him a moan of pleasure. He switched and did the same to your other breast as he used his knee to nudge your legs open beneath him.
He made his way down to your core, hands and lips blazing a trail as he went.
“This,” he began, licking his lips at the sight of your drenched pussy, “this is what I fantasized about. This tight little cunt dripping wet just for me.” Your walls clenched at his filthy words, wanting nothing more than to be filled by any and every part of him.
Lucien drug his fingers through your wetness, circling and barley grazing your clit, not giving you near enough friction. You whined, lifting your hips in frustration.
“Shhh” he said, gently pushing your hips back down “I want to take my time with you.” Then ever so slowly, he sunk one finger inside you, curling and pressing against a spot inside that made you gasp. He slid his finger out, adding a second as he dipped back in. You felt nothing but pleasure as he scissored and plunged them inside you, working at a steady pace. Then he leaned down and licked your aching clit before taking it in his mouth, sucking and nipping and swirling his tongue, eliciting all kinds of moans and gasps from you.
Your hand flew to his hair, wrapping silky auburn locks around your fingers as you ground your hips into his face.
Lucien’s skilled tongue and fingers had you seeing stars and the pressure was building steadily inside you, ready to burst.
He slid a third finger inside as he sucked hard on your clit and you cried out at the feeling, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your back arch as you cried out.
You came down from your high and Lucien was still buried in your cunt, licking and stroking at a relentless pace. You pulled at his hair, trying to pry him off your oversensitive sex, “Lucien,” you breathed when he didn’t let up, “it’s too much”
Your mate lifted his head, fingers still sliding in and out of you to growl, “I’ll say when you’ve had enough” before reattaching his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking with renewed vigor.
He tore a second orgasm from you in no time, tears springing from your eyes as you came undone around him.
Lucien finally relented, pushing himself up to hover over you. His hair was mussed from your hands, his mouth and chin were wet with your cum and his eyes were alight with that autumn fire.
You reached up and pulled him to you, kissing him deeply as your hands wandered down to undo his pants. He broke away briefly to help you shed the last piece of clothing before he was naked above you.
You practically moaned at the sight of his cock, thick, and hard, and throbbing.
You reached down and wrapped your hand as far around him as you could. You gave it a few quick strokes, watching as your mates eyes rolled back, his mouth slightly parted at the feel of you touching him.
Lucien reached down, replacing your hand with his own and guiding himself to your entrance. He pushed in slowly, straining with the effort of holding himself back, but even with how wet you were, it was still a stretch to fit him all inside of you.
He kept pushing in, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully inside of you, filling you to the brim. You rolled your hips against him and he wasted no time, sliding out and fucking into you.
“Harder” you moaned, nails scratching down his back, and your mate happily obliged, slamming his hips against yours and hitting that spot deep inside over and over again.
You were completely blissed out and you knew he was too, the feeling of him inside you, completing you, was almost too much and you felt another orgasm building inside.
Lucien pulled out briefly, flipping you onto your stomach. You pushed up onto your knees, ass in the air, giving him access which he readily took, slamming into you from behind.
You cried out at the feeling, pushing back into him as he grabbed your hips, fucking into you relentlessly.
His arm snaked around you, squeezing your breasts before wrapping his hand around your neck, pulling you back so his chest was flush against you.
The new angle and light pressure of his hand around your throat pushed you precariously close to the edge.
Lucien’s free hand traveled down, rubbing your clit fiercely, “Cum for me baby” he whispered in your ear, and the feeling of it all combined hurled you into a blinding orgasm. You cried out, legs shaking as your mate held you up, you felt him finish inside you as your walls clenched around him, milking his cock.
You collapsed onto the bed, Lucien lay with you for a moment, before regaining his breath and heading to the washroom.
He produced a warm, damp towel and cleaned you both off before settling in bed with you, pulling your back against his chest.
He nuzzled his face against your neck, whispering I love yous until you both fell asleep, warm and content in your mate’s arms.
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Return of the Witch
Eris Vanserra x Reader
Summary: You spent years in the service of the Vanserra family, a witch taken from your home and sold as a slave. You finally escape after years of torture and keep your distance for centuries, before news of Beron’s death reaches you. Something makes you return to the Autumn Court to ensure your abuser is dead, but being there dredges up old scars, and odd new feelings come to light in the presence of the new High Lord.
WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, trauma, slavery
Enemies to Lovers slow burn
You were barely eight years old when they came. You could remember it like it was yesterday, like centuries hadn’t passed since that day. You could almost feel the salty breeze in the air, the sun on your skin, your grandmother’s soft voice as she hummed while she walked along the shore. She’d taken you to the beach that day to collect stones.
“Remember, find the smoothest stones you can. They carry the energy of the waves within them.” Your eyes were trained on the sand, searching for the soft blue stones, your small fingers digging them up and proudly showing them to your grandmother for approval. You beamed when she nodded her head and said “yes, picoletta, that’s a good one.”
You didn’t notice anything was wrong at first, you were too ingrained in your task. You loved feeling helpful, collecting stones and herbs for your grandmother and the other women of the village to use in their spells. You’d made it several feet in front of her before you’d noticed she’d stopped. You turned around, a stone clutched in your hand , and knew something horrible was happening. Your grandmother stood, wreathed in the morning sun, eyes cast over the hill toward the village, a look of utter pain on her beautiful face. Her basket had been dropped and now lay askew at her feet, your meticulously foraged stones strewn about in the sand.
“Nona?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
She turned to you slowly, almost as if she’d been far away for a moment, not in her own body. Her green eyes were filled with tears as she looked at you. “Y/N, run.”
And suddenly she was moving. She grabbed your arm and ran, pulling you along the sand with her, half carrying you away. Her energy was panicked, scared. You’d never seen her like this before.
You turned to look behind you and gasped at what you saw, tripping in the wet sand. The brush on the hill was ablaze, fire licking the sky. Distantly you heard the sounds of clashing metal and screams of pain, the tang of magic was thick in the air. Tears fell down your face, hot and sticky in the humid island weather. Your grandmother’s grip on you was iron, hauling you up from the sand and spurring you along, forcing your eyes forward to watch where you were going.
You don’t know how long you ran, Nona pulling you along the shoreline, farther and farther away from the screams and the fire and the magic. The sun was high in the sky when she stopped, pulling you aside as she uncovered a canoe in the brush. “Help me, picoletta.” Your grandmother’s voice was calm, steady, determined. She had a plan.
You helped her push the small boat out of the brush and across the sand into the shallows. She pointed to the boat and you climbed inside as she waded out into the ocean, waves lapping at her waist.
“You must go, Y/N,” she said, cradling your face in her hands, “row until your arms turn to jelly. You must get away. Under the seat there are provisions. Enough for a week. And some gold, it will aid you in the mortal land.” Her eyes filled with tears as she kissed your forehead.
“Nona!” You cried “what’s happening?? Why aren’t you coming with me??” She only shook her head and turned around, beginning her trek back to shore, and never looking back.
Your grandmother’s form had faded from view by the time your tears stopped flowing, your small boat pushed further into the water by the lapping waves. Her voice echoed in your head, telling you to row. You looked down at your hands, realizing you still clutched the blue stone in your palm. You took a deep, calming breath, just like Nona taught you, and shoved the stone in your pocket. Your hands clasped around the heavy oars and you began to row.
You awoke to the sound of a gravelly voice gruff with age. “I dunno, she’s just washed up on the shore this mornin, thought maybe she was dead til I saw her wee breaths.” It took your half conscious mind a moment to decipher the words, thick with an odd accent. You pried open your eyes, eyelashes stuck together with salty sea water, the bright sun marring your vision as you tried to make out the figures standing over you. “It’s good ye brought me to her Seamus, we oughta get her to his lordship, he’ll ken what ta do with the wee lass.” Two aged men stood around the remnants of your canoe. Their skin was rough and leathery from the sun, both with scraggly beards upon their faces. One gone completely gray, the other still streaked with a muddy brown. Humans, you realized with a jolt. At your movement the men turned to you, eyes wide as you scrambled into a sitting position.
“Get the lass some water, Seamus” the man with the gray beard said, pulling his faded blue cap down to shield his eyes. He bent down to meet your eye, grabbing the water skin from his companion and offering it to you. Tentatively you took a sip of the water, it didn’t taste of herbs, and you reasoned the men would’ve just let you die in the sun if they wanted you dead, not go through the trouble of poisoning you. As soon as the second sip hit your throat you were overtaken with a thirst so powerful you downed the rest of the water in three large gulps, your head beginning to throb. You winced as you put a hand to your head.
“That’s it lass, ye oughta be half starved by now. I’ve no clue where ye might’ve come from. Do ye think ye can walk?” The man named Seamus asked as he took back the water skin. You began to nod and push yourself up, but a fierce dizziness overcame you, your vision swirling with black before you fell back to your knees, and everything went black.
Your vision swam in and out on the ride to the lord’s house. You lay on a bed of hay, in a small wagon pulled by Seamus’s horse as it trotted along the cobblestones through the small fishing town.
By the time you were lifted into Seamus’s arms and carried into the Lord’s receiving room, you were mostly lucid, if not utterly exhausted.
The lord was a human man of middle age, his hair thinning on the crown of his head. His hands were adorned with jewels that glittered as he spoke. “You found her on the west shore? How curious!” The lord, Chanley, exclaimed as Seamus recounted his story. “And what is your name little dove” Lord Chanley asked as he drug his eyes to your face.
“Y/N” you croaked, throat still dry from dehydration and disuse.
“Y/N, how exotic. You’re certainly not from these lands are you little dove?” His eyes were far away as he spoke. “Thank you, Seamus,” he began “I’ll keep her here until she’s of age. She’ll make a fine maid for my daughter”
Your eyes widened and panic settled in your weary bones. You were to be taken as a servant, in the human lands. Stories your Nona had told you of the humans flooded your brain. How their short lives made them rash, dangerous and greedy. How they were never to be trusted.
“No!” You yelled, pushing out of Seamus’s arms, a sudden burst of adrenaline filled energy waking your exhausted limbs. Before you could even think, your hands were thrown up, magic shooting from your fingers and shoving the lord to the ground. You tried to run, but Chanley had already called his guards, and your burst of energy only lasted so long, your body giving in to exhaustion. “She’s Fae!” You heard someone yell as the darkness took you once again.
You spent a week’s time in Lord Chanley’s care. Your time in the manor was spent as something between a guest and a prisoner. After your initial ailments were fixed and you were no longer in danger of starving to death, you were shackled in iron manacles and locked in a guarded room on the second floor. You were given plain dresses to wear, and food was brought to you three times daily. You weren’t visited by anyone, save the two guards posted outside your door, and the maid who brought your food and helped you bathe and dress each morning, though she was only a few years older than you, and obviously scared of you. Everyone in the manor believed you to be fae. You didn’t correct them.
You knew the real fae were there before you were summoned. Their power hung in the air like a fog, yet the humans seemed oblivious.
The fae that bought you from Lord Chanley was a merchant. At least that’s what he called himself. He never gave you his name and never asked for yours in return. He traveled with two large males with pale braided hair and rune tattoos on their muscular arms. You never knew their names either.
The Merchant took you across the human lands adorned with cuffs made of an odd metal that burned you when you tried to use magic. He bought and sold unique items on the trip to Prythian, flashing his grimy smile at the unsuspecting humans, convincing them simple jewels and trinkets held magic to fulfill their desires.
It was months before you reached your destination. You had spent your time passing through the Spring Court enraptured. By the time you’d exited the human lands, The Merchant had deemed you trustworthy enough to ride your own small pony behind him and flanked by his brutish companions. You’d marveled at the ever-blooming cherry blossoms, the butterflies that flew around your head in every shade of the rainbow, and the always perfect weather. At times, you could pretend you weren’t a prisoner, being sold from one greedy man to another, far away from your home, but at night, the dreams always brought you to reality. You dreamt of Nona, of her dark hair blowing in the island breeze as the city burned behind her. You would scream for her, asking her what happened, when she would come and get you, but she never heard you. You’d stowed away your little blue stone, hiding it in your boot and only daring to take it out in the dark of night. It was all you had left of home.
You knew you’d reached the festival where you’d be sold as soon as you spotted it. The Merchant had told you all about it on your journey. The Autumn Court was beautiful, perhaps even more so than Spring. The trees on your island home never changed from green, but the trees in autumn exploded with color. Reds, oranges, yellows, and browns swirled around you as the leaves fell. The air was crisper, cooler than you’d ever felt. You passed farmlands with fields of strange crops, and manors made from beautiful red brick.
The festival was in full swing when you arrived. Merchants and actors and fae of all kinds swarmed the fields around the High Lord’s estate. There were pies and candies made of apple and pumpkin, soups and breads of every kind. You would’ve been completely amazed if you weren’t filled with the anxiety of being sold like property.
The Merchant led you through the stalls and past revelers as you wondered at every turn which would be the fae you were sold to. Your anxiety had you breathing so heavily you thought you’d pass out, when you suddenly realized where you were headed. The main house of the estate loomed above you as you were lifted from your pony. You weren’t just being sold, you were being sold to the High Lord of Autumn.
You walked into the receiving room, eyes downcast as you followed dutifully in The Merchant’s footsteps. “I’ve worked very hard to get an audience with the High Lord, girl, and you will not ruin my reputation by trying to escape, do you understand?” He had asked you outside the house, your chin gripped so hard in his hand you were amazed bruises didn’t form. All you could do was nod your head yes.
The Merchant introduced himself, bowing low before the High Lord, you followed suit, curtsying in your plain dress. The memories of the last time you were brought before a lord were fresh in your mind, the ending of that meeting decidedly unpleasant. And that had only been a human lord, not a powerful fae High Lord. You willed yourself to be still and calm, not wanting to incur his wrath.
“And why,” drawled the High Lord from his throne, “would I want to purchase a girl from you, merchant?” He asked, his voice filled with boredom.
“Not just any girl, my lord. A witchling.” Your eyes shot to The Merchant, panic filling your lungs, and he shot you that grimy smile. He had known. He had known all along what you were. All this time you thought you’d been passing as merely fae, and he knew what you were.
The High Lord sat forward in his chair at The Merchant’s claim, interest sparking in his brown eyes.
“How can you be certain?” He asked, “The Hybern King claims to have burnt them all months ago.”
The High Lord’s words echoed in your brain. Burnt. Your people had been purposefully burnt. Massacred. You may well be the only witch left.
“See for yourself” The Merchant smirked as he gestured to one of his brutes. You barely registered the cuffs being removed from your wrists, your head filled with horrible images. Your Nona burning, your city reduced to ash, the grimoires that dated back millennia destroyed in the blink of an eye. Your eyes filled with tears as your world crumbled around you.
Pain exploded from the back of your head and you realized one of The Merchants blonde companions had struck you.
“Now, girl” The Merchant hissed.
All eyes were on you, waiting to see your magic, you realized. You took a deep breath and lifted a hand, slowly raising the crown off the High Lord’s head, before gently setting it back down.
“Oh yes,” the High Lord smirked, “she’ll do nicely.”
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Okay so yes I should write again… any prompts or requests yall would like to see?
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