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courtofjade · 4 months ago

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Star Crossed

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’sSister!Reader

Plot- A series of events leading to Eris Vanserra falling in love with the princess of the Night Court.(also lowkey Azriel pining but what’s new)

Warning! Alludes to smut but no actual

“I need to go freshen up. I’ll be right back.” Y/n spoke to Azriel. She began to walk away before he gently grabbed her wrist.

“Here I’ll escort you.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’ve been to plenty of these parties before. I do not need escorting.” He smiled at her softly.

“Yes but this is a party of the Autumn court. You need to be careful around here.” He spoke lowly. Y/n took a step closer to him. Leaning into his ear to whisper to him.

“I know Rhysand put you in charge of watching me tonight and you can tell him to shove it. I’m a big girl I can handle myself.” She smiled and patted his chest before turning away from him- taking a beat to notice the red that had adorned his cheeks and the way he tensed when she leaned close to him.

She made her way down a corridor- eyes scanning the halls. As she continued her search, a deep voice nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“Well well, what do we have here? The princess of the Night Court all by her lonesome?” Eris teased. “Your guard dogs off duty tonight?” Y/n rolled her eyes- flaring her wings and tilting her chin up at him.

“Is being a royal asshole a family trait or is that just you and daddy?” She spat.

“Fiery little thing aren’t you?” He smirked. “I don’t believe I’ve ever formally introduced myself. Eris Vanserra- heir of Autumn.” She glanced down as he extended his hand to hers.

“Y/n.” She allowed him to take her hand. She stared into his amber eyes as he brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss onto it. She looked up at him curiously as he pushed a piece of her dark hair out of her face. Her heart stuttered a bit when a smirk donned his face. He opened his mouth to speak again- stopping after noticing a swirl of shadows walking down the corridor towards him.

“It appears we’ll have to continue this another time. Save me a dance, princess.” Azriel arrived in time to hear the end of Eris’s sentence, his shadows swirling protectively around Y/n.

“She will do no such thing.” He growled. “Keep your hands off of her.” He grabbed onto her hand, pulling her back to the ballroom. She spared a glance back to where he stood, catching his eyes already staring at her retreating form with something in his eyes she couldn’t put her finger on.

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Y/n stood stoically to the left of Amarantha’s throne as Rhysand sat next to the red head on his own, slightly smaller, a bored look sat on his face. Beneath the facade, Y/n was beyond terrified of what the day entailed. Just an hour before - Nuala and Cerridwen had come to dress her in a particularly skimpy outfit, informing her that the Queen had something special planned for her. The dress, if you could even call it that, was even more revealing than the normal clothes she was forced to wear being Amarantha’s “pet”. Being the “gift” faes were given when they pleased their Queen.

She regained her focus, feeling something inside of her telling her to look to the entrance of the throne room. Not too soon after, the Vanserra family arrived. Her heart skipped a beat when seeing the eldest son. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the feeling. Eris’s eyes locked with hers. Normally he would tease her, send her a smirk or a wink of some sorts, but his gaze held a tense feeling she couldn’t place. The High Lord and heir made their way to the dais, breaking off the brothers who chose to mingle with the other faes of the court.

“You called, my Queen.” Beron said as they bowed to the redhead in the throne.

“I’ve been very pleased with the work you have been doing for my court.” She purred. “In appreciation for the loyalty you have shown- I have decided to bestow a gift to your heir.” This made Rhysand sit taller, causing and evil smirk to fall onto Amarantha’s lips. Y/n tried to catch his gaze from the corner of her eyes. She put her hands behind her back to hide their trembling.

“Y/n, my darling.” The queen drawled. “Your new position in this court will be to please the Lord’s eldest son. You are to stay with him in his chambers.”

Y/n’s breath caught in her chest. She tried to look to Rhysand for comfort but his eyes remained forward. His jaw locked tight, in attempt to not lash out and make matters worse.

Do not show your fear. She heard in her head from Rhysand. Keep your chin up. I promise you I will not let him hurt you.

Y/n looked forward to Eris, raising her chin ever so slightly, replacing the look of concern with a look of seduction. She descended the dais with a swing in her hips and allowed Eris to wrap an arm around her. He looked from her to Amarantha with a smug look on his face.

“What a lovely gift, my Lady. Have no doubt that she will be of good use.” He finished with a nod and began to direct her to his chambers. They made their way through the halls to where he resided. Past the many rooms she had been forced to spend the night as Amarantha’s personal prostitute. He guided her gently through the door to his room, with a hand grazing her bare back. He turned to shut the door, leaning on it for a brief moment.

Y/n made her way towards the bed. She huffed turning to look at the red head male.

“How would you like me, my lord.” She uttered in a bored tone. Eris turned from the closed door with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Do you really think that low of me?” He breathed with a snarl. “Do you truly believe I think of you so little?”

She flinched- taken aback by his words.

“Well after what you did to my cousin I’m not quite sure how you suppose I see you.”

“You know nothing, girl.” He seethed. “You do not know to the extent of what my father could have done had I helped her that day.”

“Oh it all boils down to daddy, huh?” She laughed lowly. “How am I supposed to know you’re not just like him?” Eris strode up to her, towering over her short figure. He breathed heavily, anger flowing through him like the fire in his veins. The fire she could feel radiating off of him. He raised a pointed finger at her, preparing to go off on a tangent, when Y/n winced as if to prepare for him to hurt her.

He lowered his hand, eyebrows creasing in concern. A frown replaced the snarl that had previously dawned his face.

“She has harmed you.” Eris whispered. Tears began to glisten in her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter.” She said simply, sniffling away the tears that threatened to spill. Something inside Eris twinged. A pull of some sort. A need to wrap his arms around her and hold her close. But also a need to incinerate that red headed bitch who laid his hands on her. He gently placed a hand on her cheek, gazing into her eyes.

“I will not let her hurt you again.” She stared up at him. Into his amber eyes. The eyes that looked down at her longingly. Longing for something he should not want and he could not have.

Y/n suddenly surged forward, kissing Eris like her life depended on it. Eris kissed back just as fervently, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him closely. Her arms slithered up to wrap around his neck and her hands tangled into his hair.

“No.” He breathed as he pulled away with a smack. “I do not need you to please me.” Y/n jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Eris caught her with ease, keeping his hands on her waist respectfully.

“I need this. A distraction.” Y/n breathed. “I need you.” Eris prayed to the mother before laying her down onto the bed and attaching their lips once more.

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Y/n sat to Rhysand’s left, Feyre to his right, at the table of the High Lord’s meeting. Next to her sat Azriel who currently sat brooding at Eris across from them. Eris sat smirking, unbothered by the Shadowsinger’s glare. She sat directly across from him, glowering while holding his gaze.

“Pity the other sister couldn’t come. I hear our little brother’s mate is quite the beauty.”

Y/n felt a pang in her chest. The corner of her mouth turning down ever so slightly. Of course not going unnoticed by Azriel who looked to her curiously.

Thankfully, Mor stepped in replying smoothly. “You still certainly like to hear yourself talk, Eris. Good to know some things never change over the centuries.” Eris’s eyes broke away from Y/n, lips curling into a smile.

“Good to know that after 500 years you still dress like a slut.” Azriel moved to stand before Y/n placed her hand on his shoulder, sitting him down while simultaneously standing up harshly.

“You’re a bastard.” She spit harshly, slamming her hands onto the table. Cassian let out a low whistle from a couple seats down. “You are a selfish, arrogant, sorry excuse of person.”

“Easy now, little fox.” He spoke calmly. Holding her gaze with an amused look. He knew the real reason behind her anger wasn’t necessarily the words he had spoken to Mor. Well a good part of it was that. But the other part? That was jealousy. Jealous at the words he had spoken about Elain. And part of it was anger. Anger at the fact that this was the first time she had seen him in a long while.

It was true, he had been neglecting his “duties” as a distraction for Y/n. Most of it had been for good reason. With everything going on with Hybern, he hardly had time to breathe let alone find time to bed the princess of Night. But the truth was, he could’ve found time. Gods he wanted to find time. But that was the problem. He had been finding himself wanting to see the dark haired beauty. And not just for the sex, though that was a good incentive. He had been wanting, craving, to hear her laughter, see her smile, look into those beautiful violet eyes. He had longed for the feeling of her touch. To feel her hands running along his chest and through his hair as he kissed her in all the places he could. And that-that was a problem. That could not happen between the sister of the High Lord of Night and the heir of Autumn. So he began to push her away. And now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

“You are nothing but a coward. A-a cruel little weasel whose own head is shoved so far up his own ass he wears it like a hat.” She continued to ramble, feeling her power begin to bubble up in her chest. Rhysand could feel the power radiating off of her- eyeing Azriel to step in. Before he could, Y/n gasped, cutting herself off while holding her chest.

Rhysand stood up when he watched his sister lean over gripping her chest, her eyes wide with shock.

“Y/n? Is everything alright?” He whispered. He moved to comfort her when she whipped her head to him, stopping him from touching her.

“I’m fine.” She huffed. She quickly excused herself from the room, rushing out but not before sparing Eris a second glance. Eris who looked like the wind had been knocked out of him.

Though everyone else had been too focused on Y/n to notice, Nesta had been the only one to witness the twitch in Eris’s face when she had gasped. Her gaze pierced into him as she watched him glance towards Y/n’s retreating figure- quickly running his hand over his aching chest nonchalantly.

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Eris Vanserra for once in his life was left speechless. He paced his room back and forth, absentmindedly burning a trail into the carpet where his feet had stepped.

Admittedly, he had always felt something for the Illyrian girl. Some sort of pull he couldn’t quite place. Though he always chalked it up to something relevant to lust. Not something as deep as a mating bond. And for it to have snapped at the High Lords meeting of all places. Luckily his father was not focused on him at the time. Didn’t see the slight flinch in his normally nonchalant face. And Eris was thankful for that- not wanting to know what would’ve happened if he had found out.

The feeling he had felt before it had snapped had been akin to a crush. Frequently having her on his mind. Thinking about her beautiful violet eyes, her smile, the lips he couldn’t seem to pull away from no matter how hard he tried, the body he couldn’t keep his hands off of even though he knew it was wrong. Now that the bond had snapped, it was so much worse. He couldn’t think, couldn’t sleep. Not when the bond sang for her. Craved her like a drug he couldn’t quite kick.

His thoughts were put on hold when a knock sounded at his door. He marched towards it, swinging it open harshly.

“Yes?” He exasperated to the servant. She eyed him with concern- noting his disheveled hair and the deep bags under his eyes. She handed a letter to him cautiously before bowing and turning back down the hall.

Eris scanned the letter. The dark purple wax seal could only mean one thing.

Not soon after, he arrived at the cozy cabin just on the outskirts of the Night Court, residing in Day. One he had frequented quite a few times after returning from under the mountain. He had been in practically every room in that place. He had taken her in practically every room in that place.

He stood at the front door, knocking gently. It was opened quite fast, revealing the striking violet eyes that made his heart quicken its pace. She stepped aside letting him enter. He leaned against the table in the kitchen, waiting for her to address what he knew she wanted him here to say. For once, not choosing to make a snarky remark or arrogant comment.

She took a moment to turn around from closing the door. Taking a deep breath as to regain her stability, and to also resist the urge to turn around and let him bend her over the dining table. Again.

“Does your father know?” She questioned. Choosing to stay a good distance away from the male.

He shook his head. “What about your clan? Do any of them suspect anything?”

“Just Nesta. But I’ve been adamantly trying to convince her that I think you’re a disgusting and vile person who I would wish to never make physical contact with.” She uttered, which made him let out a chuckle. “Which I’ve honestly been trying to convince myself the same for a while.”

Eris sighed. “I know my comments don’t really make you think I’m a great guy. But I assure you I don’t wish anything bad upon your family or friends and I have no qualms against them. If my father thought I had any sort of alliance with any of you…. I do not know what he would do to me.”

This made Y/n’s eyes soften, knowing the things his father had put him through. He continued, pushing off the table and walking closer to her.

“And although I know that the mother was cruel for doing this. For fating us together when there are so many reasons we should not want each other. I also know that I cannot stop thinking about you. And I have not been able to stop since I laid my eyes on you at the ball all those years ago. You, little fox, have been the bane of my existence. You have tormented my mind and my soul. And I know that if I spend another second denying this bond, I might burst into flames.”

Y/n sucked in a breath before closing the distance between them. She placed her hands on his chest, looking up into his amber eyes with a longing she once tried so hard to push away.

“If Rhysand finds out, I garuntee he will kill you. And if he doesn’t Azriel will most definitely.” Eris chuckled, moving his hands up to her face, like he once did so long ago under the mountain. But this time it was so different. “We cant do anything right now. Not with Hybern and your father and-and..”

He cut her off with a kiss, gentle and full of love. “We can worry about all that later.” Y/n trembled on weak knees.

“Maybe there’s one thing we can worry about right now.” She moved towards the table, perching herself onto it. She slowly leaned back, letting her legs part showing off the lacey bottoms she knew he loved.

Eris smirked, gripping her legs and using them to pull her hips towards him.

“Oh I would love to worry about that.”

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A harsh tug on the bond pulled Eris out of the trance he was held in, working on important business of the Autum Court. The feeling wasn’t something totally abnormal. On many occasions, Y/n would send something down the bond. Whether that be feelings of affection, a gentle caress to calm his stress, or a mental imagine of her in a particular risky position. Though normally, her pulls on the bond were not this harsh.

He shrugged it off, chalking it up to her toying with him, probably having sensed he was up late again. Something she often reprimanded him for while rubbing his temples or stroking the creases that have made permanent residence on his forehead. So like normal, he tugged back.

Not even a minute later, he felt another tug. This time though seemed more urgent. The pull was rough and a feeling of urgency, panic, and pain came with it. He stood up abruptly, eyes creasing in concern.

Y/n? Is everything alright dear? He sent down the bond. Though no word back. Panic reverberated through his body. Something was wrong. Though he wasn’t sure it was the best answer, Eris winnowed to the border of Night and Day.

Rhysand halted from his pacing, eyes shooting to Cassian , who sat with his head in his hands.

“Someone got through the barrier.” Immediately after, a harsh knock sounded from the door of the townhouse.

The door opened for Eris revealing a confused and disheveled Feyre Archeron.

“Y/n. Where’s Y/n?” He huffed frantically, pushing through the door and into the main room. This made Nesta, who had been sitting on a lounge chair in the corner, raise an eyebrow. It had appeared her suspicion had been confirmed.

Rhysand stormed into the sitting room, power radiating off of him. Though his power normally flowed strong and with intention, this time it seemed sporadic. Like the panic that flowed through him was affecting him in more ways than one.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here right now.” He spat. His power pushed Eris into a nearby wall, which caused his brows to furrow. Rhysand was normally pretty hotheaded towards Eris. They’ve always threw petty banter at each other. But he has rarely ever used his power against him. “I have never once questioned the mother for her choices. But this? This I can’t seem to get behind.”

“What are you talking about?” Eris huffed.

“Oh don’t act foolish.” Rhysand got in his face. “I know you’re mates.” How he had found out was beyond him. They were always extremely careful when going to see each other and always used their magic to mask the scent of the mating bond. If Rhysand knew- something really must’ve happened.

“Listen, I know something is wrong. All I can feel from her is panic and- and pain. I just-“ he let out a broken sigh, “I just need to see her. I need to see her.”

“Like hell.” Rhysand growled. Feyre approached him, putting a hand on his chest and guiding him away from the redhead.

“Rhys,” she spoke softly. “You and I both know what it is like being kept apart from your mate. Let him see her.” Rhysand looked at his mate and remembered the time she had been in the Spring Court with Tamlin. Remembered how awful it had been to feel the pain she had felt, the terror, and not be able to do anything about it. He let out a defeated sigh.

“Madja is just finishing up now. She um-they,”Rhysand’s voice broke before he could finish the sentence. “They took her wings.” Eris’s heart dropped. His beauty. His little fox. He didn’t know who did it but whoever they were- they were going to pay.

Rhysand began to walk in the direction of Y/n’s room, gesturing Eris to follow him. Nesta shook her head in disbelief before looking at Feyre knowingly.

“Is it an inappropriate time to say I told you so?”

Madja placed 2 containers on the nightstand next to Y/n’s bed before looking at Azriel who sat in a chair next to her. Though having been attended to by Madja for his wounds already, still looking mentally affected by what had occurred.

“This one is to be taken for pain and swelling and this one is to be applied to the wounds twice a day. Once in the morning and once before going to bed.” She then turned to Rhysand who appeared in the doorway. “If she needs more or if you have any concerns just send for me, dear.” She then bowed and made her way out the door.

Rhysand entered, giving Azriel a warning look before Eris stepped in hesitantly. The shadow singer stood abruptly, shooting a glare to Rhysand before looking harshly to the heir. But Eris paid no mind. He couldn’t really. Not when he couldn’t tear his eyes away from his mate, who lay on her stomach, a permanent look of pain etched onto her face.

“What is he doing here?” Azriel hissed at his High Lord. “He has no right to be here.”

“Spare me the dramatics, Shadowsinger.” Eris snarled. “It is no fault of mine that the mother didn’t choose you as her mate.” That struck a nerve in Azriel, who had pined after the princess for many years. Hoping that one day the bond he hoped to feel with her would snap into place. Whose heart had shred into a million pieces when he smelled the bond on her as she had let her guard down during those moments that her wings were being hacked off. Who had only hoped that it was unrequited.

“Fuck you.” Azriel spat. “She deserves more than the likes of you.” He took a step closer to Eris. The boys basically nose to nose huffing in anger. Rhysand, noticing Y/n stirring, pulled Azriel back and sent him a mental message to cool it for the sake of his sister. Azriel looked between Rhysand and Eris with a fury in his eyes before pushing his way out of the room.

Rhysand moved to kneel beside Y/n while Eris chose to stay behind, letting the siblings have their time together. Y/n blinked her eyes open and attempted to move before a pain radiated through her, making her wince.

Rhysand shot forward. “Don’t move too fast, sissy.” He helped Y/n move to her side. His emotions got the best of him for a moment. How could he let this happen? His baby sister, the only family he has left. She reached a hand up and rested it on his cheek, which he then reciprocated.

“I’ll be okay Rhysie.” She whispered, wiping a stray tear from his eye. She let her eyes drift behind him, noticing the all too familiar fiery red hair she had grown to love. Her eyes softened for a moment before they almost popped out of their sockets when she realized what him being here had entailed. She had remembered reaching out to him right before it had happened. Right before Hybern’s men had hacked into her wing, severing it from her body. She had also remembered that right before she passed out from the pain and from the blood loss, she had been too worn to mask the scent of her bond any longer.

“Yeah we’ll talk about that later.” Rhysand teased. He leant forward and placed a kiss on her forehead before turning out of the room and giving her and Eris time alone. Not before shooting him a warning glare. Eris smiled at his mate softly, walking towards her pulling the chair closer to her bed.

“Hello, little fox.” He spoke gently, grabbing her hand and lifting it to his lips. “Quite a scare you gave me, darling.” Though his attempt at teasing did make the corner of her lips lift up slightly, they began to tremble as the weight of the situation hit her full force.

“My wings,” she choked out. “They- they took my wings. They’re gone.” By the time she finished her sentence she had begun full out sobbing. Eris moved to her- maneuvering her the best he could without hurting her so that she could lean onto him while he held her. He stroked her hair, shushing her as she sobbed into his arms.

“I’m never going to fly again. I’ll never have races with my brother, I’ll never feel the wind in my hair, I will forever be grounded.” She cried.

“I know, my dear, I know.” He rubbed his hand up and down her arm, his free one reaching to wipe the tears off of her face. “I am so sorry I could not protect you.”

“It is not your fault.” Y/n stated, turning her head to look into his eyes.

“Perhaps not,” he started. “But I will forever wish I could have done something.” She gave him a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his lips. She leaned her head onto his shoulders as they fell into a comfortable silence.

“Rhys didn’t hurt you did he?” She whispered a couple minutes later.

Eris chuckled. “Almost.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well I’m glad it didn’t end in a fight.”

“I’d fight armies for you, my darling.” He said dramatically. She giggled lightly, softly swatting his chest. He leaned his cheek onto the top of her head, gazing lovingly into her eyes. “I love you.”

She whipped her head to look at him. A look of awe dawned her face.

“Say it again.” She whispered. Eris smiled grabbing her chin and placing a deep kiss onto her lips.

“Y/n, princess of the Night Court, my darling mate, I love you. And even though I couldn’t admit it, I have loved you from the moment I saw you. From the moment you gave me a snarky remark and glared those beautiful violet eyes into mine. And one day, when all of this is over, we will have a wonderful ceremony, and I will make you my High Lady.” A gasp left Y/n’s lips. “And we will have beautiful babies. We wi have a happy life. And I will love you till my last breath.”

He waited a beat.“If that’s what you would like, of course.”

“I would love nothing more.”

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courtofjade · 4 months ago

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Your Hand was the One I Reached For

Azriel x Acheron!reader, Lucien x reader(past)

Notes: part 2 to “Somewhere in the Haze”

I know some of you asked me to tag but I totally don’t know how to do that haha

Y/n woke with a start- the cold air keeping her from staying asleep for long. With a sigh she shifted to her side, facing towards where Lucien and Feyre lay not too far from her. From the looks of it Lucien was also having the same problem as her.

“Can’t sleep?” Lucien asked, just above a whisper. He repositioned himself to lean again the cave wall facing her. She shook her head doing the same.

They sat in an awkward silence- their eyes trying to find somewhere besides the other. Lucien looked down at his feet with a sigh. To think just mere months ago they sat together, body’s close, sharing each other’s breath. Now they could hardly look at each other. He looked up again, staring at her. She was even more beautiful as a fae- if that was even possible. His heart yearned for her, for him to go over and hold her close. Like he once did. Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up into his russet orbs. Ones she used to get lost in but now struggles to hold.

“Why didn’t you come back?” He blurted. She blinked, taken aback.

“Lucien…” She started.

“I didn’t know how you were. If you were hurt. You just left and y-you never came back. I told you I loved you- you told me you loved me and you never came back.” He choked out.

“I wrote to you to explain. I told you I was okay-“

“You couldn’t write, y/n!” He exclaimed. They glanced to Feyre who stirred at the volume of Lucien’s outburst. He breathed- looking back to her. “I get a note saying you were not returning after being told you couldn’t read or write. What was I to think? When you were holed up with those Illyrian brutes who could’ve been doing god knows what-“

“Don’t speak of them like that.” She pointed. “Don’t you dare speak of them that way. You need to look at who you work for and where your loyalties lie.” She shook her head, standing up and walking towards the entrance of the cave.

“Don’t walk away from this.” He whispered loudly as he got up to follow her. He approached her hastily, slowing down as he heard sniffles coming from her. She turned to face him, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to fall.

“You don’t understand.” She whispered lowly, casting her eyes downward. Lucien stepped towards her and placed his hands on her cheeks- moving her gaze back to his.

“Then make me understand, darling. That is all I ask.” His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly. Y/n reached up and gripped his hands in hers.

“My whole life- I have never felt like I belonged. Not outside of my home. Not within my family. Nesta and Elain stuck together, Feyre was out supporting us. It was always just me. Alone. When I came to the Night Court and I met the circle, they made me feel invited. They made me feel like I was meant to be there. They made me feel loved.” She swallowed deeply as to keep her tears from escaping. “And when he trapped her in the manor, when he let her fade into nothing, you turned a blind eye. And- and I couldn’t let that happen to me, too. Not again.”

Lucien sighed, a tear escaping his eye and cascading down his face. Seeing this made the dam holding back y/n’s tears break. She let out a choked sob as he leaned his forehead onto hers.

“Was my love not enough for you?” Lucien uttered, his words hitting her heart like a knife. She reached a hand up to his cheek.

“Your love was everything to me. But as much as I wanted you to be my home, I couldn’t come back to that place. And after what you did, after you followed him like a dog and worked with the King against us, after you let him put me in that-“ She let out a breath at the thought of that day. “I can’t look at you the same.”

Lucien nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath. He turned his head into her hand, kissing the palm that held his cheek. That would hold his cheek for the last time.

“If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve held you a little longer that day.” Y/n slid her arms around Lucien’s neck and pulled him close, resting her check on his chest. Though the cold wind whipped harshly against them, they stood in each other’s embrace, knowing that once they let go they would never return to each other again. At least not in the way they once did.

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Y/n, Feyre, and Lucien ran on the frozen lake as the Vanserra brothers followed their tail. Feyre fell to the ground as an arrow whizzed past Y/n and straight through her forearm. Seeing Feyre down, Lucien quickly made his way to his brothers to attempt to fend them off.

Y/n hurriedly knelt by Feyre and began to help her patch up as she looked frantically back at the brothers who were closing in on them. Eris stepped towards the sisters, smiling like a wolf to his prey. Eris taunted her and Feyre but y/n was focused on the healing wound on her sisters body. Healing meaning her powers were coming back.

Feyre shielded y/n, releasing a blinding light from within her. Eris swore, stumbling back as the sisters began to run again. Before they could get too far, Eris winnowed in front of them, backhanding Y/n and giving Feyre a blow to the gut. Before she could get up Y/n felt a heavy foot kick her to her back. Lucien’s brother straddled her, wrapping his hands around her neck. As she struggled against him, trying to pry his hands away from her, she reached deep into that place in her chest and tugged. She tugged as hard as she could- hoping he could feel her.

Just as her lungs began to burn and her vision began to dim,a thud echoed across the lake and the brother froze looking up ahead in fear. Not too soon later another thud impacted the ground, followed by the whiz of a knife flying over her and into the brothers shoulder. He fell off of her, which gave her the opportunity to turn and see what had occurred ahead of her. A sob broke from her and only a few feet away stood her friends. Her family. Cassian and Azriel. Azriel made eye contact with her and as he did she felt a tug in her chest.

Before the fighting could escalate again, Feyre the High Lady of the Night Court, stood her ground. The defeated Vanserra brothers halted as to not cause anymore turmoil between the courts- whether they keep it that way on the battlefield was to be determined.

“Let’s go home” Feyre stated to the group. Cassian grabbed her and Lucien, leaving Azriel and Y/n together.

“Hi.” He muttered as he scooped her up into his arms.

“Hi.” She smiled shyly, wrapping her arms around his neck as they shot into the sky.

“You’re okay.” She whispered, scanning his face. “I was so worried.”

“I know.” He chuckled. “I felt it.” She furrowed her brows.

“How did you-“ she stopped as she felt that familiar tug from her chest.

“That’s how.” He stated. “I felt everything through the bond. That’s how we knew where you were. The second I felt you- I moved as fast as I could.” She put a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes.

“I missed you.” He gazed into her eyes. A loving smile grew on his face.

“I missed you too.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “My mate.”

#azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #lucien acotar #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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courtofjade · 4 months ago

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Somewhere in the Haze, Got a Sense I’ve Been Betrayed

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron!reader, Lucien x reader (past)

Notes: This is my first ever time writing so please be gentle with me <3

She stood frozen as she watched the bolt strike through Azriel’s chest, letting out a sob as he fell to the ground. Y/n grabbed at her chest as a pain shot through her. An internal war raged inside her between the fear of Hybern and the pull she felt to run to Azriel.

The bolt was coated in bloodbane that the King claimed flowed where he willed it. She knew that if they fought, if they did not follow him, the poison would go to his heart. The heart that longed for the Archeron sister since they had locked eyes. Azriel let himself be hauled up the stairs by Cassian and Rhys- feeling utterly helpless. Feyre grasped onto a shaking y/n, who balked at the sight of the arrow protruding out of Azriel’s back.

Y/n was ignorant to the events that had occurred under the mountain, having been sent back to the Mortal Lands with Feyre before they had occurred. She had been told of the things her sister had to do, had to endure, while under Amarantha’s trials. Even though Rhys had made her aware of the things Hybern could do- even though she had been trained by Azriel and Cassian to be prepared in times like this- all of these things had fled her body as she walked into the King’s throne room.

The King mounted a dais carved out of dark emerald- his throne assembled of bones. As she inspected further, her mouth dried. The bones were that of a human. Brown and smooth with age. They all stopped before it, Jurian leering at their backs. Y/n flinched as the throne room doors shut.

The King said to no one in particular, “Now that I’ve upheld my end of the bargain, I expect you to uphold yours.” Two figures emerged from the side door. Feyre began to shake her head harshly as Lucien and Tamlin stepped into the light.

In the chaos that had then ensued between Rhys, Feyre, and Tamlin, all Y/n could do was stare at Lucien. His eyes on her were forever filled with an intense guilt that somehow still couldn’t mask the look of love. Her face slowly began to morph into that of hurt. Of betrayal. All she could do was think to all of those months ago. Of being in the Spring Court. Initially to find her sister, but in the end finding a bond she had never dreamed she would have. His lips began to slyly mouth words that she couldn’t comprehend. His lips. The lips that had once shared his deepest feelings. The lips that had once been on every part of her body. The lips she could no longer look at as her ears perked at the name of her sister.

“You will find, Feyre Archeron, that it is in your best interest to behave.” The king stated. She followed Feyre’s gaze to the door where the King’s guards had dragged her sisters, gagged and bound, before the King of Hybern.

She began to hyperventilate at the site. She sobbed silently at the sight of her eldest sisters, nights gowns dirty and torn. Elain stood sobbing with fear in her eyes. Nesta looked disheveled, hair wild and eyes fierce, like she had put up a fight. Of course she had. She barely let Y/n go back to the Faye Realms let alone let someone drag her there.

How did they get to them? How they know where they lived? She attempted to catch Feyre’s eyes. A way to silently ask her these questions herself. Though Feyre couldn’t meet her eyes. Little did she know that, unknowingly, Feyre had given every detail of their lives to Ianthe. Fucking Ianthe. She knew there was something off about her. She glanced over at Lucien whose face had gone slack.

“She sold out- she sold out their family. To you.”

“Sold out?” The king snorted. “Or saved from the shackles of mortal death? Ianthe suggested they were all strong-willed women, like their sister. No doubt they’ll survive. And prove to our queens it can be done. If one has the strength.” Her breath caught in her chest. “I thought we would have to put up more of a fight for the third. Fortunately you brought her right to us.”

With their focus on the King, none of the inner circle had noticed when a pair of guards had made their way to the youngest Archeron. She gasped as they grappled her and began to drag her towards her eldest sisters. Their heads all whipped towards her.

The King smirked. “I suggest bracing yourselves.” And then hell exploded in the hall.

Power, white and unending and hideous, barreled into them.

Y/n screamed as she was dragged away from her friends. Her family. She watched as they attempted to shield each other from the onslaught of power coming from Hybern. She watched as Mor made her way to him- a feeble attempt of revenge for Cassian who laid behind her, wings torn to shreds.

Azriel cried out in pain. Another gasp from Y/n as a pain radiated in her chest. Mor froze and dropped her knife, it clattering to the floor. Mor backed up as the King rose. He descended the dais, eyes sweeping over the defeated circle. His eyes burned a hole into Mor’s head before moving his gaze to Y/n. He slowly walked over to her- raising a hand to push the hair out of her face.

“What a prize.” He drawled.

Azriel let out a deep growl from his chest, eyes full of rage and pain and he snarled at the King. “ Don’t you touch her.”

The King held her trembling chin in his fingers. Her eyes slanted as she held his gaze, fearful but unwavering.

“Put her in first.” He sounded before turning back to his throne.

Feyre lunged but the guards grabbed her instantly, Rhys soon going to interfere. Before he could he froze in his tracks, hearing Azriel shout in pain as he writhed on the floor.

Y/n screamed as she thrashed in the guards arms.

“Please refrain,” the king said, “from getting any stupid ideas, Rhysand.” He smiled at Feyre. “If any of you interfere, the shadowsinger dies. Pity about the other brute’s wings.” He gave the sisters a mockery of a bow. “Ladies, eternity awaits. Prove to their Majesties the Cauldron is safe for … strong-willed individuals.”

Mor held onto Azriel as he weakly attempted to crawl towards Y/n.

Nesta began to thrash wildly in the guards arms, watching as her baby sister was dragged toward the cauldron. Tamlin said, “Stop.”

The King did no such thing.

“Enough!” Shouted Lucien frantically while reaching for his sword. Nesta bellowed at the guards, at the King, at anyone who would listen. Y/n watched as the King waved his hand and liquid filled the cauldron to the brim.

Y/n continued to thrash and kick as the guards dragged her closer and closer to the cauldron. She fought and she fought- thinking of her friends, thinking of her sisters, thinking of him. He who had taught her to fight and to never stop fighting.

She sobbed as she felt herself being lifted. Felt her foot touch the cold liquid of the cauldron. For a split second, she caught Lucien’s eyes and it felt as though time slowed. He thrashed against the white leash of power holding him back from running to her. From killing anyone who dared touch her. While in his eyes were love and pain and guilt- in her eyes were fear and anger and betrayal. Angry with whatever part of Lucien thought that working with Hybern was a good idea. Feeling betrayed by the man that she had once thought she loved.

She closed her eyes and gasped her last breath before the guards swiftly shoved her into the cauldron.

The inner circle held their breath. They dared not move as they waited for her to come out of the cauldron. But she did not. Nesta’s screams were all that was heard throughout the room.

The King smirked- raising his hand toward the cauldron. “Behold.”

They waited with bated breath as the Cauldron turned on its side spilling out Y/n- as if washed onto the shore. It felt as though hours had passed as they waited for her to move- to breath.

Feyre released a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she watched Y/n gasp for air. She pushed herself up, pushing her soaked hair back to look at Feyre. The room once again stilled. Her skin began to glow. Her beautiful face somehow becoming even more beautiful, and her once rounded ears were now pointed.

She then looked at Azriel, who was laid on the ground trying to find an ounce of strength to crawl to her. He looked up at her as though he felt her eyes looking at him. As she stared into his eyes, it was like she couldn’t pull look away. Her brows furrowed as she felt a tug on her chest. A tug she had felt multiple times before- begging her to go to him. Pleading with her to hold him and to never let go. Except this time, the tug felt stronger. Stronger than it ever has before. Though time continued to move around her, chaos never ending, she reached deep into that part of her to grab onto that invisible force pulling her towards Azriel. And when she did, she felt something inside of her snap.

Through the seemingly never ending pain he had been feeling, Azriel had felt it. He had felt the tug he had been longing to feel since the moment their eyes had met. Back when Rhys had called in the bargain for the first time. When he brought her and Feyre to the Night Court. And for a moment, in the hell that was surrounding them, he felt at peace.

She snapped out of her stupor as she noticed Lucien rushing to her. She let him help her up to her feet and bring her closer to Feyre.

As he stood next to her, holding her up on shaky legs, his heart had not come back to where it had belong since it had dropped. Since he had witnessed the moment between Y/n and Azriel. Since he watched the first love he had felt in a long time- find her mate.

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