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Hey yall! I PROMISE I’ll get a 3rd part of damaged up soon. I’m going through that typical fic writer personal emergency thing that’s taking my attention away from writing, but I’ll hopefully be able to work on it this weekend!

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Damaged - part 2

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Azriel x f! reader

After a long and arduous recovery, you are finally able to feel safe in the House of Wind. You can't help but feeling as if something, or someone, is missing.

Word Count: 2777

Warnings: Reader healing from wounds, some mentions of past trauma (including blood, violence, and abuse), Rhys being nice (?)

A/N: Holy shit, thank you all for the love on part 1. I was not expecting that AT ALL, but I’m really glad you’re all enjoying it! This is, sadly, another part without much Az, but he’s coming (he's WHAT), I promise 😊

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The past week was a blur of darkness and pain. Your only real memories consisted of hazy visions of winged males, swirling shadows, and an elderly female fae with kind brown eyes.

As your eyes drifted open, you were blinded by the brightness flowing into the room from the opened curtains. The elder fae you had seen throughout your recovery hissed at someone else in the room, “Morrigan, close that curtain. You’ll give the poor girl a headache.”

Your blurry vision began to clear as the panging in your head became apparent. The pain seemingly spread throughout your body as you fully woke. A groan escaped you as you tried to shift yourself up to better observe the unfamiliar room you found yourself in, only to be gently pushed down by the same female that had just spoken.

“Don’t try to sit up. You’ve recovered a lot, but you still need rest.” Her voice was kind but strict, leaving no room for debate.

When you spoke, your voice came out rough, throat feeling like ash, “where am I?”

Another voice filled your ears as a beautiful female with golden hair moved into your vision, “you’re safe. Cassian and Rhys got you to the House of Wind just in time.” She sounded like honey; soft and sweet.

Her words registered with you, “Rhys, as in high lord Rhysand?” You again tried to sit up in the bed, shocked that Cassian had brought you to the home of the high lord.

The younger fae, who you had figured out was the Morrigan, laughed as the other huffed at you, but she didn’t push you back down. You leaned your back against the headboard, the wood cold against your wings.

“Don’t say it like he’s some god, he’ll get even more of an ego. But yes, the high lord. He winnowed you from just outside of Ironcrest.”

The older female spoke next, “and you’re lucky he did. If you had gotten here any later…” She shook her head, dismissing the thought.

Your heart clenched at the thought that you had almost died.

The two females in the room seemed to notice your thoughts as your eyes glazed over, your last conscious memories replaying in your mind. Morrigan gently grasped your hand, “you’re safe now. I promise those males won’t ever lay a hand on you again.”

A tear fell from your eye as you turned your head to look at her, “I just wanted to be able to defend myself.”

“Those cowards cornered you. It was three against one. Even if you had been training with Cas for years, they would still have had an advantage.” Anger and disgust laced her voice, and the glint in your eyes told you that these were not the first cowardly males she had encountered.

You nodded at her words, but no response escaped you. You couldn’t shake the thought that if you had just been stronger, you could have protected yourself. Or if you had just obeyed your brother’s wishes, you wouldn’t even be in this situation.

Morrigan seemed to sense your reluctance to accept her words as truth, so she turned to the other female in the room. “Madja, do you think it would be alright for her to eat something?”

The elderly fae nodded, swiftly leaving the room. Morrigan sat on the bed next to you, careful not to move your injured body, “Cassian told me your name is Y/N, right?”

You nodded, and she continued, “You can call me Mor. Cassian didn’t tell me much about what happened before the attack, but I promise you that the people here will never treat you the way you were treated back in the camp.”

You didn’t have the words to respond. Part of you hoped what she was saying was true, but another part of you knew that your brother, despite his faults, had always looked out for you. Until now, that is.

“If you want to train once you’re all healed, Cassian and I can help you. If you want to go back to Ironcrest, that is your choice, though one I would hate for you to make.”

You furrowed your brows at her, “You would let me stay? You don’t even know me.”

She smiled softly at you, “let’s just say our high lord has a soft spot for those who have experienced the worst this world has to offer. And Cas has told us enough about you for all of us to trust you.”

Gently, you squeezed her hand, “did he tell you I was the most difficult fae he’s ever had to train?”

Mor laughed, the sound falling gracefully onto your ears and drawing a small smile to your lips. “He told us you had the balance of a newborn fawn, but that you were determined in your training.”

“Do you really think he’d want to train me even after seeing how utterly defenseless I was against those males?” You asked softly, the smile falling from your face.

She looked at you with a kindness you rarely saw, “I’ll say it until your ears bleed, those males are cowards, and it took three of them to face you. You weren’t defenseless and you are not hopeless, you just need training and some more confidence. Cassian would be lucky to have you as a trainee.”

You nodded, “okay then. I’d like to stay here and train.”

Suddenly, Madja entered the room, “not until you are fully healed. You will stay here and rest until I say.” She placed a tray holding bowl of soup and a glass of water on the table next to your bed. “I swear, all you Illyrians are the same, never wanting to heal, always wanting to train,” she mumbled.

Madja didn’t clear you to leave the bed for another three days. In that time, Cassian, Rhysand, and Mor all took turns keeping you company. The first time you had met the high lord, you had clumsily tried to bow from your place in the bed, which more so looked like you trying to fold yourself in half. Of course, with the aching pain in your chest and stomach, this was accompanied by a grimace, which was not the face you had wanted to greet your high lord with. He had chuckled, waving you off with a “please, you’re a guest in my home, I don’t need the theatrics.”

You had quickly developed friendship with each of them, but none as close as Cassian. Perhaps because he was the fae you were most familiar with, or you just associated him with the feeling of safety.

You had thought of asking Cassian about the shadow-made man, but something in your gut stopped you from doing so. Perhaps you had just imagined him, and they would think you were mad if you brought him up.

By the time you were finally allowed to train, almost 2 weeks after waking up, you had begun to feel at home in the House of Wind. You’d had meals with Rhys, Cassian, Mor, and Amren, a member of the household who seemed much older than a high fae should be. Mor had promised once you were at full health, she and Cassian would show you the city and take you shopping, to which Cassian huffed at.

You started to feel at peace.

That was until Cassian woke you up before dawn one day, demanding you change into training clothes that Mor had provided you and meet him in the training arena on top of the house. Though tired, you eagerly complied, excited to start back the training you had gotten so little of back at camp.

When you got to the arena, you marveled at the extensive sand pit and the weapons that hung on racks around it. Cassian laughed at your amusement, “normally Az and I spar with just our hands, but sometimes we practice with the weapons, either on our own or with each other.”

“Az?” You questioned.

Cas’s eyes went wide with realization, “that’s right, you weren’t exactly… conscious when he was here. Azriel is my brother,” he grinned, thinking of the male. “He’s also our court’s spymaster, so he comes and goes pretty frequently. He’s off on a mission to who knows where right now, but he should be back by the end of the week. He keeps to himself, so you probably won’t see much of him when he is here, but once you get to know him, he’s a good guy.”

You nod, wondering if this was the shadow man you had believed your mind made up. But Cassian seemed so bright, you doubted his brother would be covered in such darkness. “Well, I look forward to meeting him.”

Your return to training was slow, but every morning you went up to the arena, Cas pushed you a little harder. By the end of your first week of training, you felt back to the way you were before you’d been attacked at camp.

Everyone was impressed by your progress, including yourself. You had expected to be haunted by the memories of those males, but you instead let it push you to train harder, wanting to ensure you were never in that situation again.

“Would you accompany out to the city today? I have a few things I’d like to pick up and I want to show you around.” Rhys asked you while you were clearing the table from breakfast. “And, no offense, I think it’s time you pick out your own clothes instead of whatever Mor decides to gift you.”

You chuckled, looking down at the dress the female had given you that day. It was tighter than you were used to a dress being, and much more revealing than anything you’d worn in the camps. Mor had called it modest by her standards.

With a bright smile at the high fae, you said, “I would love to.”

The city of Velaris, Rhys informed you, was his closest kept secret, and you could immediately tell why. The bright colors of the Rainbow and the display of culture throughout the city instantly had your heart pounding with excitement. This was a safe haven in the night court, and you felt incredibly lucky that Rhysand had trusted you enough to bring you here.

He had stopped by a few shops, buying himself a new jacket that seemed to absorb darkness and a set of earrings that he intended to gift to Amren as a Solstice present. As you walked, he told you about the different shops in the city and stories of its inhabitants.

Your eyes went wide as he opened the door to a bakery, the smell of sugary bread filling your nostrils. Pastries you had never heard of lined the shelves of a glass case. He bought you a sweet bun filled with lemon-flavored icing, and you swore it was the best thing you’d ever tasted.

“I forgot how bland the food is at the markets back in the camps. Now that you’re in Velaris, I’ll make sure you get to experience the best food we have to offer.” He spoke as you gobbled up the sugary goodness.

You swallowed before speaking, “I really don’t know how I can ever repay your kindness, Rhysand. Seriously.”

He waved you off, “keep training and gathering your strength, and I’m sure I can find you a place in my circle. But even if you never work for me, I will continue to spoil you with the goodness of this city. You deserve it.”

Happy tears filled your eyes as he spoke. You had never experienced such care before arriving to the House of Wind, and now it all felt overwhelming. “I don’t have words to explain how honored I am to be here. One day, I will find a way to repay your kindness.”

He smirked playfully, “well, until you do, I’m going to continue to spoil you. I was thinking we could visit the clothes shops in the palace of thread and jewels.”

By the time you had finished shopping, you and Rhys were surrounded by bags filled with clothes and shoes. You insisted you would pay him back, but he simply waved off the expense as a “welcome present.”

The sky was dark as you exited the last shop, and your eyes widened as you spotted the lights lining the river that ran through the city. The high lord seemed to take notice of your amazement, as if he had expected it. “It’s even better from above,” he said quietly. With a wave of his hands, the bags in your arms disappeared.

You were shocked at the easy display of magic, until you realized what he had implied. You looked at him sadly, “I can’t- my wings-“

“I’ll carry you,” he cut you off. You nodded, thankful he understood. He picked you up, strong arms beneath your back and knees, before shooting off into the sky. You wrapped your own arms tightly around his neck as you screeched, the sudden weightlessness of flying catching you off guard.

There was something about being in the air that felt so natural. You knew it was due to your heritage, as Illyrians belonged in the sky, but you had never had the opportunity to actually experience it until now.

And Rhys was right, the city was somehow more beautiful from up here. The lights reflected off the Sidra, the waves making them appear to dance. The city squares seemed alive with lights and people. It was all breathtaking.

Rhys carried you through the air, dipping low before shooting high, as if playing a game of tag with the wind. You laughed as it blew your hair in all different directions. You stayed in the air for almost an hour, though you felt as if you could’ve stayed for years, before you landed on a balcony back in the House of Wind.

“Thank you for that, truly.” You spoke to him, removing your arms from his neck as your feet touched the ground.

He smiled at you, “any time.”

As you both walked into the seating room you had landed outside of, your breath is halted in your throat at the site of a male that had haunted your dreams since you arrived at the house.

Hazel eyes studied you for a moment before moving over to the male standing next to you. “Rhys, we need to talk.”

Rhys smirked, prancing to a nearby bar cart and pouring himself a glass of fae wine, “nice to see you too, brother. Glad you’re home safe.”

The stunning male’s expression remained neutral as he stared at Rhysand, unamused at his antics. You studied the angled bones of his cheeks and jaw, the shadows that swirled around his shoulders and neck. This was the man you had thought you imagined. And now that you had seen him, you were even more interested in learning more about him.

“Rhys.” His tone was stern. His voice pulled goosebumps to your skin, the deepness fitting his dark and shadowy appearance.

The high lord gave you a pitiful smile, “your bags are in your room, y/n, if you’d like to go admire your new belongings. Azriel and I need to discuss some things.”

You nodded, understanding his words for the dismissal they were. In that moment you also realized that this was the Azriel that Cassian had spoken to you so highly about. You remembered his words, “he keeps to himself… but once you get to know him, he’s a good guy.”

You hoped you could find out for yourself.

As you made your way up the stairs, you couldn’t stop thinking about the beautiful stranger’s face, the toned body underneath his Illyrian leathers, and the shadows that seemed to keep him constant company.

You would definitely try to find out for yourself.

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Damaged - part 1

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Azriel x f! reader

When the high lord sent Cassian to Ironcrest to recruit females to train, he was never expecting Cassian to bring something, or someone, back.

Word Count: 2093 Warnings: misogyny, violence, blood, use of knives, physical abuse, this is taking place in an Illyrian war camp so read with caution. I'm serious, it gets pretty dark and violent.

A/N: this is part one of a slow-burn Az fic I have in the works. I know you don’t see much of Az here, but I promise it is coming. And it will be well worth the angst wait.

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You stood by the training mat, eyes fixed as you were entranced by the male in the ring. His moves were graceful as he handled his sword with a precision you’d only seen in the birds that dive to the nearby lake as they hunt their aquatic prey. He swung towards invisible enemies, cutting them down with ease. As you watched him, you could only wish you could one day carry yourself with the same easy danger as he did. The males in the camp barely spared him a glance, and those who did had looks of disgust and anger on their faces.

Your trance was broken by the harsh sound of your brother’s voice, “Y/N, stop watching that bastard play pretend and get back inside. Shouldn’t you be washing my training leathers?”

Your shoulders stiffened as you moved your eyes from the training ring to the snow-covered ground below you. You mustered out a small, “apologies, I was meant to be fetching water for the wash. I just got distracted.”

He inched closer to you, the smell of sweat and grime pulling a gag from your throat that you swallowed down. His tone was quiet but harsh, “if I ever catch you looking at that brute again, I will show you what a real male can do with a sword.”

Your breath hitched, but you nodded obediently, running off to fetch water from the well on the outskirts of camp.

As you were pulling the bucket back up towards you, you were once again frightened by the sound of a male voice behind you, “I know you were watching me earlier.”

Your heart quickened as you turned, the bucket shaking in your hands, “I didn’t mean to offend you, sir, I apologize.”

The male with the long dark hair smiled softly at you, “no need to apologize. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to train with me tomorrow. You’re the only one here who seems like a worthy mentee.”

With wide eyes, you looked up at him fully, taking in the red glow of his siphons and the rich hazel of his eyes. “I would love that, but I am far too busy with my chores and my brother wouldn’t like it if I were to forego them to train with you.”

He stepped closer to you, a kind softness in his eyes, “If it’s your brother you are worried about, I can ensure you I will protect you from any backlash you might face.”

If only he knew what kind of backlash your brother had been known to give out. You shook your head, “I know that you and your high lord have imposed your laws about female training, but it is still strictly… discouraged in this camp.”

He looked angry at your words, an expression which faded into pity as he took in your trembling form. “If your brother has a problem with you training under his general, I will gladly speak with him. I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

“All due respect, general, you won’t be the one facing the brunt of his anger.”

He rolled his shoulders back, “then let me teach you how to defend yourself against him. He won’t hurt you while I am here.”

You hesitate, knowing you truly wanted nothing more than to learn how to fight, how to protect yourself against the males who had threatened you throughout your existence. He sees this and continues, “if you decide you want to take me up on my offer, meet me in the training ring 2 hours before dawn. That way, your brother won’t even know you’re gone, and you will still be able to complete your chores.”

With a respectful dip of your head, you breeze past the war general with the bucket still in your hands.

You don’t meet him in the ring the next day, or the following day. Despite the longing you felt to train, you couldn’t overcome the fear of your brother’s anger. It was in the early morning of the third day, as you stood by the dish basin in your family home and watched the war general train through the window, that you decided you would join him. You had only meant to be distracted for a moment, allowing yourself a glimpse of his routine, but you had been entranced once again. Your brother had caught you staring, anger coating his eyes.

With a hot hand, he grabbed your arm and spun you around, the dish falling from your hand and into the tub. His other hand met your throat, squeezing tightly. “What did I say about watching him train, little sister?”

Your eyes were wide with fear as you struggled to breathe, body frozen in terror. Your brother brought the hand not on your throat to your hip, sliding under your shirt so you could feel the cold metal of a blade against your skin.

You tried to speak, to apologize, but the grasp on your neck was too tight to allow any noise to leave your mouth. The sharp sting on your hip brought tears to your eyes as he carved a long line across your stomach. It wasn’t deep enough to seriously wound you, but you knew there would most likely be a scar.

He smiled wickedly down at you, bringing the bloodied knife to your cheek. He swiped it across your skin before leaning close to your ear, hot disgusting breath hitting your skin. “Now be a good little sister and clean yourself up. Then get back to work.”

The grip on your neck disappeared and you gasped for breath, holding onto the edge of the basin behind you for stability. As you regained your composure enough to grab a nearby rag, you made your decision. No matter what, your villainous brother would find a way to hurt you. The only thing you could do for yourself was learn to fight back.

You had hoped that Cassian would be pleased to see you in the early hours of the morning the next day, but you were instead met with a look of concern.

“What happened to your face?”

You shrugged off his question, “you told me you could teach me how to defend myself, right?”

His mouth morphed into a grimace as he took in your week appearance, the inflamed pink mark across your cheek. After a few moments, he nodded, “I hope you’re ready to work.”

You found that, despite the bruises and soreness that had made their home on your body, you enjoyed Cassian’s training. He pushed you enough to help you grow, but not so far that you would regress into the fear that had consumed your entire body throughout your life. He respected your boundaries, and never asked you to explain when you would show up to train with new cuts along your face or arms.

But any fool could tell he was furious about them. You had made it clear you wouldn’t talk about them and that you didn’t want him interfering, and he was too scared that you would stop coming if he did. Out of anger, or because you would be left in a state so poor you’d be unable to train, you both weren’t sure.

One day, the two of you had gotten distracted, and training had lasted just a bit longer than it normally would. As you were heading off the training mat, you caught a glimpse of your brother’s watchful eyes through the window of your cabin. They held an icy fury, and you knew what was to come as soon as you got home. You thought to ask Cassian to accompany you, but knew that if you didn’t face your brother now, it would only be worse later.

To your surprise, your brother said nothing as you carefully entered the house. You watched him warily, as he didn’t even spare a glance in your direction. You quickly changed into your household clothes before starting quietly on your chores, jumping at the sound of the front door slamming shut as your brother left for the day.

The entire day, you were on edge. Chores had taken you less time than normal due to your anxiety quickening your hands. You were on your way to the market to trade the coins your brother earned as a blacksmith for meats and new gloves for him, as he had requested, when you were stopped by three looming figures.

You recognized them as your brothers friends, males who had come around to your home to get drunk with your brother and make gross, degrading comments towards you as you served them. Then, their eyes had been filled with lust and entitlement. Now, they were filled only with rage.

“Your brother said you’ve been training with that bastard general.” One of the males said.

Another spoke, “weak females like you don’t get to train.” He reached out to grab your shoulder, pushing you to the cold, hard ground.

“If you think you’re strong enough to fight like us males, why don’t we test out your skills?” The third one spoke as fear washed over your body. You pushed yourself up to your hands so you were sitting, looking up at them.

The second male’s foot made contact with your side as he kicked you harshly, sending you back to the ground. Though you had been training with Cassian, he had only been helping you build muscle and endurance, not to fight. Not yet.

Another of the males swung his legs on either side of your waist, pinning you underneath him. His hands wrapped around your throat, cutting your oxygen supply off. You struggled underneath him, trying to bring your knees up to harm him, but another of the males stomped on your ankle before you could.

A splintering pain traveled up your leg at the impact, bones cracking underneath his foot. You tried to cry out in pain, but no noise would come out.

The lack of oxygen was causing your vision to go blurry, hands scratching at the male’s to loosen the grip around your throat. He obliged, but you quickly realized it wasn’t from your pleading. His friend passed him a dagger, which he swiftly brought to your neck.

“C’mon little girl, didn’t your bastard teach you anything?” His voice was filled with disgust and anger, his breath reeking of ale. Your heartbeat was a swift and constant thud in your chest, echoing the fear you felt.

A scream left your lips as he plunged the dagger into your chest, just under your collarbone. You could nearly feel the blade scrape the bone as it entered you. You tried to push him off, but the other males placed their feet on your arms, keeping you locked into place. The male on top of you took his free hand to cover your mouth. “Hush, good girls don’t scream.”

Tears poured from your eyes as he removed the bloodied dagger from your chest before swiftly bringing it back down again, this time into your side. You screamed against his hand, the pain overwhelming you.

He continued his ministrations, plunging the blade into your middle, avoiding your heart and lungs narrowly, but not caring about anything else. You lost track of the pain, mind and body going numb as you let the frozen fear take over you.

At some point, it stopped. You would later vaguely recall a flash of red and the sound of men in pain, but in the moment you could barely remember your own name.

A male kneeled over you, concern in his hazel eyes and long hair brushing against your face. You groaned out of instinct, not pain, when he picked you up, your head lolling to rest on his shoulder as he took off.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me,” he said harshly to you over the roaring of the wind in your ears. You vaguely recognized that you were flying, a feeling so instinctual yet so unfamiliar to you, despite the large wings on your back.

The next things you remember happened in flashes. A dark male with bright, violet eyes taking hold of your hand, a castle surrounded by balconies and arches, a soft bed and warm hands spreading magic throughout your body, your bones clicking back into place, and a dark figure who seemed to be more shadow than fae.

It was him you thought of as the same darkness that surrounded him filled your vision and you were overtaken by a dreamless sleep.

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i know i messed up when instead of writing my paper due tomorrow I wrote a 3.5 page OUTLINE of an azriel fic I have in mind (part 1 coming soon?)

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Damaged

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Distractions

Pairing: Erix x f! reader

Summary: Eris is looking for a stress reliever and you are the perfect cure

Warnings: smut (18+ only), oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, some fire play, praise, slight degradation, choking, gross men, a very loose understanding of how autumn court money works.

A/N: Yeah i uhh... I have no words for this. But who doesn't like some good old fashioned Eris smut?

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The lights were dim in the tavern as you hummed softly to the music that filled the room. Your feet gently carried you and the four mugs of ale you held across the room, flashing a smile to the loud laughing patrons you passed. Setting the glassware on the table in front of the four burly males, you grinned, “anything else I can get for you?”

The male with the crooked smile and shaggy brown beard had a glint in your eye you were all too familiar with, “just your name, gorgeous.”

The smile on your face was soft, the result of years of mastering hiding the instinctive scowl at his words. “Y/n,” your voice was just as soft, ever the façade of gentleness.

Another at the table, this one with a head of messy orange hair and a chipped tooth adorning his hungry smile, spoke next, “well, y/n, I’d prefer to call you mine.”

You let out a gentle laugh, “well, if you can still walk straight when my shift is over, I might take you up on that.”

Truthfully, you had no intention of finding the male once your shift was over, not that he could keep up with his end of the bargain seeing as he was already 3 glasses in. But you’d found through your centuries of working at the tavern that males were more likely to leave you a few coins on the table when you played along with their flirting.

“In the meantime,” you continued, “I’ll be around. Let me know if you need anything.”

The night had been routine in every way, flirty patrons, loud groups, and more ale spilled than you cared to measure. You were headed into your last hour of your shift, lips tired fom the forced smile you kept plastered to your face, when the owner of the establishment, an older fae male with a head of white hair, called to you. “Could you help behind the bar? Alastair is getting slammed, and I can’t pour drinks as fast as I used to.”

You gave him a small nod, hiding the distaste that threatened to infect your features. The males at the bar were notoriously loud, handsy, and drunk, but you owed the older male your livelihood, so you complied.

As you took your place behind the bar and began to pout the orders of ale and liquor thrown at you, something in the air changed. The room felt heavier, voices quieted, as a tall, muscular man walked towards the empty seat a few feet to your left.

The deep red hair and wicked glint in his eyes warned you who the approaching man was. He held himself with grace, an air of arrogance and nobility surrounding him. If that wasn’t enough, the pristine clothing he wore was much too nice for a place like this.

“My lord,” you smiled politely, dipping your head in respect, “what can I get for you?”

His voice was deep, yet soft like honey, “what’s the strongest drink you can make?”

A smirk overtook your features as you set to work, mixing cinnamon whiskey with a strong stout. You poured extra portions of the spirit into two glasses, sliding the mixture and one shot over to the male.

“If I had to guess I would say you could use both. The shot’s on the house if you don’t tell the boss.”

The lordling perked an eyebrow at you, but downed it quickly, chasing it with the concoction you’d prepared him. You quickly threw the remaining shot down your throat, the cinnamon and alcohol warming your chest. “The name is y/n, let me know if you need anything.”

You swiftly moved to the patron a few seats down from him, setting back into your rhythm of pouring ale and dodging the hands of rather unruly customers. You couldn’t shake the feeling of the lordling watching you work, but you knew better than to question it, than to invite the wrath of Beron’s son.

You served the high fae male a few more drinks throughout the night, but didn’t pull much more conversation from him. As the tavern grew closer to closing and many of the patrons had filed out, you heard his hot honey voice again. “What gave me away?”

You cocked your head at the prince’s question, “pardon?”

His golden eyes were captivating, a mix of amusement and danger lying in them. His voice entranced you as he spoke, “you said I could use both drinks, and you know that I have the funds to pay for as many as I’d like, so why the free shot?”

Your teeth captured your bottom lip, an anxious habit you’d developed in childhood that your parents couldn’t break. You hadn’t meant to offend the fae, though you felt by his question that you might have.

Eris seemed to sense the nerves that overtook you. “Honest answer, please. I’m just curious.”

Raising your chin, you replied, “well for one, you didn’t care what I poured you as long as it was strong. And second, you’re in a tavern, hours away from the forest house. If I had to guess, you either had a long day away from home and stopped here for a drink before continuing…” You took a deep breath, trying to read the stoic expression of his face.

That damn eyebrow cocked up again, urging you to continue, “or you wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. And if that’s the case, I’m guessing you could use more than just a drink.” You placed another glass in front of him, this one a mix of bourbon, bitters, and orange.

He downed it in one gulp.

“I didn’t think I was so easily perceived.”

You chuckled, “I’ve served fae in this place for hundreds of years, and they only ever come here if they’re running to something or from something.”

His gaze darkened, “I don’t run from anything.”

The shift in his demeaner caused a flutter in your chest. As scared as you were of his tone, you also found it incredibly alluring. You leaned forward on the bar, his natural scent of amber and charcoal mixing with the cinnamon and ale on his breath. “Then what are you running to?”

His eyes roamed your features, glancing at your breasts that were pushed against the wood and your lips that held the smallest hint of a smirk, “a distraction.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.”

Eris stayed seated at the bar while you finished your shift, only laying coins on the wooden surface once you had tossed your rag in a bin and signaled the other bartender that you were off for the night. You collected the proper amount of gold and tossed it into the jar where you kept the tavern’s earnings, leaving three pieces in front of the male. He slid them towards you, “those are for you.”

You smiled graciously at him, “we split the jar at the end of the week. Keep your coins.”

He shook his head, “now how is that fair? Everyone else benefiting from all your hard work?”

“We all work hard and we split it evenly. That is fair.”

A chuckle, “I don’t see the male bartender putting up with the crude comments of old fae like you do.”

You shrugged, “and you also don’t see me mopping the floors every night like he does.”

Eris picked the coins up from the bar with one hand, the other moving to find your own. His touch was warm and inviting, the effects of the fire that danced beneath his skin. He nudged your palm open, laying the gold on its surface, “then think of this as a personal thank you for your conversation tonight.”

A sincere smile spread across your face, “who knew that the cruel prince could be so generous.”

His warm breath sent a shiver down your spine as he leaned in, his soft lips hovering next to your ear, “you have no idea how generous I can be, darling.”

The hitch in your breath pulled a cocky grin to his lips. With his hand still holding yours, he led you out of the tavern and into the cool autumn night. “Would you let me walk you home?” he asked you, his eyes studying your face for any sign of discomfort.

You bit your lip, trying to decide if bringing the high lord’s son was a smart move. He moved his hand to caress your face, thumb gently pulling your lower lip from your teeth’s grasp, “princess, if you keep doing that, we aren’t going to make it to your house.” His voice was husky, laced with a hungry desire that sent a pulse straight to your core.

Letting out a soft breath, you responded, “good thing it’s not very far.”

The walk to your house was quiet, the pure attraction you felt towards the male keeping you from saying much for fear of disturbing the mood that had befallen the two of you. But once you got to your small cottage, a blush took over your cheeks.

“I know it’s not much, but it’s home,” you said softly, shame burning your face. The realization that you had brought the high lord’s son, a high fae raised in the finest house in all of the autumn court, to your one bedroom cottage had you second guessing your decision.

Your anxiety was only quelled when he took your hand and led you inside, with a soft utterance of, “it’s perfect.”

Once he stepped inside the small structure, his eyes swept over the room. Faelights bathed the living room in golden light and, as you looked at the future high lord, cast shadows over his face that accentuated every sharp line of his jaw. Your eyes drifted down to the veins accentuated in his neck, a neck that you desperately wanted to cover in marks.

You had never felt this level of attraction towards any male, the carnal desire to have him. He looked so large in your small home, the dominance radiating off of him was captivating.

He seemed to notice your stare, turning towards you with dark eyes, “see something you like?”

“I just might,” you muttered, eyes darting from his golden stare to his pink lips.

Eris took a small step towards you, reaching one hand to grab your waist gently while the other found a home under your jaw. There was a moment of hesitation in his expression before he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

You were shocked at his tenderness for only a moment before you kissed him back, hands finding purchase on his broad chest. As he pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss, one of your hands traveled to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer in turn.

He tasted like the cinnamon whiskey you’d been serving him all night, combined with crisp apple and something that you could only identify as smoke.

Slowly, he moved the two of you so that your back was pressed against a wall, his lips not leaving yours. You moaned as he pressed his body against yours, the feeling of his arousal on your stomach sending a wave of need to your core. He swallowed your moan, pressing his tongue into your mouth.

The hand that was on your jaw moved down your chest to cup your breast through the fabric of your dress, causing you to arch yourself into him. He groaned at the fullness he found, squeezing tighter. The kiss grew sloppy as he began to grind himself into you, fingers leaving your waist to massage your ass. You whined as he groped you, relishing the way his hands felt all over your body.

His mouth left yours and pressed wet kisses down your jaw, your neck, to the hemline of your dress. He paused at your collarbone, taking his time and sucking a harsh mark into the skin. You moaned, pulling the hair just above his neck.

You could feel him smirk against your skin, “needy, are we?”

You wanted to come up with a snarky response, bit the feeling of his hands in all the right places and his lips sucking bruises onto your skin only allowed you to whimper a response.

He chuckled darkly against the purpling skin, hands reaching behind you to undo the laces of your dress. His mouth left your chest as he struggled to untie the laces and you took the opportunity to reconnect his lips with yours briefly, moving to press soft kisses down his jaw and neck.

A deep groan escaped him as you pressed against a particularly sensitive part of his neck, his crotch pushing into you. Through his pants you could already feel that he was big, and you had no doubts you would need to be prepped before taking him.

You felt the laces come fully undone and Eris easily slipped the fabric of your dress down your arms and chest, exposing your breasts to him fully. He snaked a hand to your hair, gripping it tightly to pull your lips from his neck.

“Princess, you are going to be the death of me.”

A smirk found its way to your lips at the glint in his eyes. It didn’t last very long, as you were soon moaning out as he took a nipple into his mouth. Your hand traveled down to the hem of his tunic, pulling at the fabric. He was wearing far too many clothes for your liking.

He pulled his lips from your chest after leaving a soft bite on the sensitive bud, helping you lift his shirt over his head. His lips met yours again in a fiery passionate kiss, arms circling your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him. Hands pulled at your dress, dragging it down to expose your lacey undergarments. You pulled your legs out of the skirt, kicking it away and giving Eris access to your exposed body.

A soft whine was swallowed by his mouth as he reached to caress your ass. A soft swat encouraged you to lift yourself up to him, his strong arms doing most of the work. You wrapped your legs around his exposed middle, back now pressed against the cold wooden wall of your cabin.

“Bedroom?” he asked softly against your lips, his hot breath coming out in pants.

You pressed your lips against his briefly before responding, “end of the hallway, you can’t miss it.” You then dove down to press your lips against his neck once again as he carried you to your room. At this point you were sure there would be glistening evidence of your arousal on his stomach, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

He set you down gently on the edge of the bed, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before kneeling in front of you. His mouth explored the path from your jaw to your breasts, taking time to lick and nip each of them, before continuing further south. Your legs instinctively opened as his head got closer and closer to where you were aching for him.

Eris grasped both thighs in his hands, throwing one over each shoulder. Your hands found their way to his red hair to stabilize yourself as he pressed his lips against the soft skin either side of your heat.

His large hand traveled to the seam of your panties, flicking it against your skin softly. He pressed a kiss to your center, dragging a sigh from your lips. “Need to do something about these,” he muttered against your clothed middle.

Before you could move, you felt a singe of heat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to pull another whine from you. You could feel the air against the skin where your underwear had just been. More importantly, you could feel Eris’s hot breath against your clit, causing you to push yourself closer to his mouth.

He stopped you before you could feel the relief of his lips, strong hands keeping your hips in place. As he spoke, you could almost feel his smirk against your heat, “did you like that darling? The feeling of my fire against your skin?”

Your teeth dragged your lower lip between them as you eagerly nodded. You could only imagine what that slight heat would feel like against your breasts.

As if he could read your mind, you felt one of his hands leave your thigh and travel up to your chest. His skin was hot as he tugged your puffy nipple between his fingers, pain and pleasure fusing together. “I thought I told you to stop biting your lip,” he muttered, pinching your breast harshly.

“Eris,” you whimpered, “need you.”

He blew cold air at your clit, causing your hips to buck softly and your hole to clench around nothing. “Show me some manners, darling.” You should have been embarrassed by the needy whines that escaped you, but you were far too desperate for him to care.

“Please,” you whispered.

“There’s my good girl,” he said softly, before licking a stripe up your entrance.

You tugged on his red locks as he gently sucked on your clit, the feeling sending a spike of pleasure up your spine. Your hips rocked against his head, and this time he let it happen.

His tongue swiped across you again before delving into your heat, a moan escaping him. “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would, doll.”

His praise was making you dizzy with desire, wanting nothing more than to keep him buried between your legs for the rest of your immortal life.

He pulled away for a moment, your hips rising to follow his lips only to be held down by his strong hands on your thighs. He looked up at you with dark, lustful eyes, “you really are a needy princess, aren’t you?” You whined as you tried to move your hips, desperate for the sweet friction his tongue provided you.

He tsked at you, “tell me how much of a needy slut you are, and I’ll let you come on my face.”

Your mind was foggy with lust as you did what he asked, muttering a weak, “I’m such a needy slut for you Eris, please.”

A dark chuckle left his lips before he attached them to your clit again. He ate you out with a hunger no male had ever shown you before. His tongue hit spots others could never reach. He let you ground your hips against his face as he buried his tongue deep inside your hole. If this is what his mouth felt like, you could only imagine how good he was with his cock.

The sound of your moaning grew louder as you felt yourself approaching your climax. You tugged harshly on Eris’s locks, “Eris.” He showed no signs of hearing your breathless utterance of his name, continuing to feast on your center.

The pressure built up in your middle. “I’m close,” your voice was mere whimpers.

Again, he gave no indication of hearing you. His nose brushed against your clit as he dove deeper inside of you, tongue collecting the juices spilling out of you. It was enough for that hot white rush of euphoria to burn through you, your hips bucking relentlessly against his face as you came.

He didn’t stop his ministrations as you came, his tongue spreading the sticky mess that you had made throughout your core as his nose deliciously pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves just above your entrance.

“Eris,” you muttered, breathless from your orgasm.

He pulled away only briefly before muttering, “want one more darling. Then you can have my cock.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your hands from his hair to the plush sheets below you, fisting the fabric tightly. Your sensitive mound rolled against him as he continued to devour you.

You were sensitive in the best way, every small movement sending you closer and closer to another orgasm. As you felt the coil inside of you tighten, Eris removed his tongue from your center and sucked harshly on your clit. A hand moved from your thigh to your center, finger dragging down your slit before pressing into you.

He carefully pumped his finger into you a few times before adding another, stretching you perfectly. “Gotta get you nice and ready for me, princess,” he mumbled against your clit.

You hummed in pleasure, closed eyes squeezing in pleasure as he pushed you closer to your crest. When he curled his fingers inside of you, you felt pleasure wash over you in waves as you gushed around his hand.

He continued to pump his fingers into you as you came, dragging out your orgasm until you tugged at his hair with a groan.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he brought them to his lips, sucking your glistening juices from the digits. He hummed with a smirk as he stood, his eyes dark.

“Taste so good princess,” he breathed out, voice thick with lust. “Can you give me one more?”

Your head spun from the orgasms he had just pulled from you, but you gave him a dazed nod in response.

“I need to hear you pretty girl,” Eris whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Tell me how bad you want my dick.”

You followed his lips as he leaned back, chasing the taste of him that you had been deprived of. When realizing he wouldn’t give you anything until you spoke, you mumbled out a small, “please Eris.”

The smirk on his face seemed permanent, as it never left his face. He shook his head, “I’m gonna need more than that, darling.”

You whined impatiently, all sense of shame gone from your mind. “Please, Eris. Just fuck me already.”

“There’s my good girl,” he said darkly, hands moving down to unbuckle the belt that held his trousers up. You could clearly see the outline of his hard member, a shiver of anticipation shooting up your spine.

Despite him already pulling more orgasms out of you than any male you’d been with previously, you ached for more. Eris’s beauty was unlike anyone else, an effect of the high lord’s blood that ran through his veins. He was ethereal, seemingly crafted by the gods of sex, and from the way his mouth worked you, it was safe to say he would fuck like it too.

He released himself from his pants, long, leaking cock pressing against his stomach. He motioned for you to lay further back on the bed and you eagerly followed his command. Your head rested on the pillows as he climbed over your body, parting your legs to lay on either side of his lap.

You ran a hand up his broad chest, his muscles rippling under the attention you were giving them.

“As much as I love your hands on me baby girl, I want you to remember exactly who in charge here.”

An expression of confusion flashed across your face as he took your small hands in his large ones, forcing them on either side of your head. You felt a slight heat against them as an orange hue illuminated his face. Looking to the side, you saw a rope of flame wrapped around your wrist, tying your arms to the bedposts on either side of you.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before mumbling against them, “let me know if its too much.”

You whined as you rolled your hips upwards, searching for friction, “it’s good.”

Another kiss was pressed to you, harsher this time, before his lips began to travel down your body to your breasts. Despite the purple marks that were already blooming on your skin, he sucked more into them. You pulled at your restraints, desperately wanting to touch him.

As he rose from his position to hold his body over yours fully, one of his hands wandered up your body gently, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You whined out, tired of his teasing, to which he just chuckled. His hand left your body to align himself with your entrance before he slowly pushed his tip into your entrance. Even just the small part of him he gave you was enough to stretch you and elicit a moan from your lips.

He dragged his tip out of your hole, only to push it back in. After a few repetitions and a frustrated huff from you, he pushed his hips towards you, driving himself in to his hilt. It was delicious, the feeling of him filling you up, stretching your walls. You gasped at the sudden pleasure, eyes closed in bliss at the simple movement. Eris then pulled out completely before slamming into you harshly, groans escaping both of you. He set a steady pace of euphoric thrusts, his cock dragging against your walls and hitting every spot imaginable.

He pushed himself up to his knees, your legs wrapping around his middle. Your bodies were still connected in the most delicious way, but this new angle made your head spin.

One hand moved to your waist while the other fingered lazily at your nipple, his thrusts picking back up, much faster this time. The sound of skin hitting skin and moans filled the room as your hands struggled against the fire that bound you. You needed to hold onto something to ground you in the intense pleasure you felt as he drove deeper into your heat.

“Fuck, you’re perfect baby. Pretty fucking pussy squeezing me so tight.” He said, words occasionally being interrupted by his groans of pleasure. You couldn’t help the way your walls squeezed around him at the pure lust in his tone.

He hit a spot that made your eyes roll back, a loud moan ripping from your throat. The hand on your breast traveled to your jaw, pulling your face down to absorb the look of your pleasure. “You look so pretty getting fucked, doll.” His thumb pressed against your lips and you greedily sucked it into your mouth. “So eager to ruin yourself on my dick, yeah?”

You nodded eagerly with a whine, the feeling of him all over you combined with the filthy words he was saying to you was too much. You could feel another orgasm bubbling up, ready to release yourself all over him.

He seemed to notice the tightening of your walls and the fucked out expression on your face, “gonna cum on my cock, baby?” His husky voice was only making matters worse, pushing you closer to the edge of bliss. All you could do was give him another nod, hips thrusting to meet his own.

The hand on your jaw traveled to your throat, squeezing softly on the pulse points and making your mind feel numb. His other hand snaked to your clit, thumb rubbing you in harsh circles. You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut as he spoke again, “cum on my cock, slut. Show me what a good, dirty fucking girl you are.”

It was enough to send you over the edge, your body shaking as the orgasm took over you. He followed soon after, spilling his hot seed into you. His thrusts continued as you both rode out your orgasms until they slowed to a stop.

You felt like you were in a haze as he leaned down to kiss you softly, softening dick still inside you. You could barely return the kiss, only opening your mouth to invite his tongue in. He indulged you briefly before pulling away, sliding himself out of you as his sticky substance leaked out of you. The heat on your wrist was gone, but your arms felt too heavy to move from their position.

A soft peck was placed on your forehead as he mumbled, “took me so well princess.” He forced himself up and moved towards your washroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it, he let his power heat the cloth enough to be comfortable. When he reentered the room, he found you with a blissed out expression on your face, watching him stroll towards you.

He knelt on the bed, gently holding your thigh with one hand as he brought the washcloth up to your core with the other, swiping softly. You groaned at the contact, feeling overwhelmingly sensitive. He leaned towards you, another kiss planted on your lips, “just cleaning you up, darling.”

You gathered the strength to move your hand down to the one on your thigh, gently grasping it. He cleaned you up slowly, making sure not to overwhelm your sensitive heat. When he was finished, he tossed the washrag towards the basket in your room and lied in the bed next to you, arms wrapping around your middle. You turned to nuzzle your face into his strong chest, leaving light kisses where you could reach, and let his steady breathing lull you to sleep.

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AMA

I didn't want my very first post on this new blog to be smut (although that would be very in character for me), so I'm putting this here as an open invitation to ask me anything (except weird and/or personal questions).

I'll make another post outlining the guidelines to requesting and such later, but I really just needed to post something that wasn't this 4k words of eris smut in my drafts.