#Gavriel x you

[danikamariewrites]

Heyy back with another ask bestie🤭 ok so how about a cadre g**g b**g where they are in a war camp with reader and lorcan comes up in there bickering with her which gets the attention of the other cadre and row row comes in like “ik what would shut her up”😈 (they are yummier than the bat boys i stand by that😤)

Cadre (SMUT)

Lorcan x Rowan x Fenrys x Gavriel x f!reader

A/n: hey bestie! I also may favor the cadre over the bat boys at times lol. This concept has me feral so I hope you enjoy this. I left out Connall and Vaughan bc they were so left out of the books so I don’t know their character at all.

Warnings: fivesum, praise kink, degradation, name calling, and some light choking

You pushed back the canvas of the tent, Lorcan on your heels, fuming that you once again didn’t listen. “You’ve got a serious issue, you know that?” You turned, smirking at him. “Lorcan, if I listened to you we’d be dead right now.” Steam practically came out of his ears at your tone.

Before he could start screaming you both spotted Gavriel and Fenrys watching you from their seats at the war table. Fenrys was wearing a feral smirk, nothing brought him joy like watching you and Lorcan spar with your words. Gavriel kept a neutral face. As he assessed the situation and was working through how to intervene should it get physical.

Opening your mouth to say something that would send Lorcan over the edge, Rowan came up behind you. He pressed his sculpted chest into your back. Rowan held your chin in his strong hand, tilting your head back to look up at him.

His long white hair creating a curtain so it felt like it was just you and him having in the room. You flashed him a sweet smile, “Hi Rowan.” You and Rowan had been having a casual fling for some time now. Sex with no strings attached, but whenever he was around it was like you were instantly relaxed.

Rowan smirked back at you, “Hello sweetness. Are you giving Lorcan attitude again?” You feign innocence, “Me? Never.” Rowan lets a hum that let you know he saw right through your bullshit. He looks to Lorcan, keeping your head tilted against his chest, “I think I know how to make her behave. Just need some sense fucked into you huh sweetness.”

Your eyes go wide at Rowan’s boldness in front of the Cadre. He liked to keep things private between you, but you could sense something was different. You decided to play along, just to see what Rowan was scheming. You arched your back, grinding your ass into Rowan’s crotch, letting a small moan past your lips. “Yes sir.”

You could scent the arousal coming from the other Fae males in the tent. Mixing together it was overwhelming you. You didn’t know Rowan had an exhibition kink and if he was going to fuck you as the three of them watched you weren’t one to complain. You could feel your slick almost dripping down your thighs at the thought.

Rowan leans down placing wet, open mouth kisses all over your neck. “Now,” he said against your neck, “since Lorcan told us about the danger you put us all in, we’re all going to teach you a lesson. You gonna be a good girl for us?” Your heart was pounding in your ears. You had dreamed of each of these big strong males manhandling you, but all at once? You were going to pass out.

You hadn’t noticed Fenrys and Gavriel join your little circle until you felt Gavriel caress your cheek. Your attention snapped to him. “He asked you a question y/n.” Your mouth was suddenly dry. Your mind was empty as you wracked your brain for words that wouldn’t show up. Fenrys’ deep laugh had your eyes on him next. “Seems like the thought of having all of us has already caused her pretty little head to go dumb. That right baby?” You nod letting out a soft uh-huh.

“Good girl,” Lorcan purred. Rowan picks you up and brings you over to the large bed, the rest of the cadre follow. Putting you down, Rowan starts taking your leathers off, leaving you bare. He strips and slips behind you, wrapping you in his arms, leaving kisses on your jaw, neck, and shoulders. The others strip and watch you and Rowan with intense stares.

Rowan nips at your pointed ear. “The one treat you get tonight is picking who goes first, baby. Who’s it going to be?” You look at Lorcan, Gavriel, and Fenrys, meeting their hungry gazes with your own. You let out a hum as you think. “Lorcan,” you say in a seductive tone, a smirk playing on your lips.

Lorcan growls as he grabs you from Rowan. You wrap your arms around his neck, meeting his lips in a heated kiss. Your teeth and tongues clash as Lorcan fights for dominance as you push into him. You let him win as he pushes you down on the bed, pinning your shoulders.

He slowly moves down your body. Making sure to nip and kiss and lick every sensitive part of you. You shudder under his touch getting lost in the euphoric feeling of Lorcan dominating you. You caress his broad shoulders. Lorcan was quick to grab your wrists and pin them with one hand.

“Uh-uh baby. The only teary you got was picking me. You don’t get to touch.” He growls. Lorcan let’s a bit of his dark magic to wrap around your wrists, tying them to the bed. You whine as you try to move but the dark shadow like tendrils don’t give. Lorcan let’s out a dark laugh.

He moves to dig his fingers into your hips so hard your sure bruises are already forming. Lorcan drags his canines down one of your breasts, his tongue circling your hardened nipple. He looks at you through dark lashes wrapping his mouth around you and sucking hard. A high pitched moan leaves your mouth. You push your chest into his face. He lets go with a pop leaving a kiss to the top of your breast, a purple bruise forming near your nipple.

Lorcan keeps kissing and dragging his teeth down your torso while still keeping you in a death grip. He leaves teasing kisses on your clit and one tiny little lick. You buck your hips as best you can trying to move closer to his mouth. He tuts at your movements and runs a thick, long finger through your soaking folds.

“Fuck baby, so wet. That all for us?” You nod, looking at him through half lidded eyes. Lorcan lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head of his thick, long cock. “You’re gunna be a good girl and take what I give you.” He grunts as he pushes into your tight cunt. You moan in unison at the feeling of him sinking inside you down to his base.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe he was so deep inside you. Lorcan gave you a second to adjust before he started thrusting into you at brutal pace. His thickness felt so good rubbing against your walls. You could do nothing but writhe beneath him. He was fucking you so good that you just went limp as you felt your orgasm approach.

Your moans got louder and louder as Lorcan pushed down on the bulge of him in your stomach. Your walls twitched around him. “Fuck-Lorcan feels so good.” “Yeah baby. You gunna come for me? Gunna come all over my cock?” You let out a pathetic whine in response. “Are you going to listen from now on? Be an obedient little slut?” You nod your head rapidly chanting yes and his name over and over.

With a few more thrusts your back is arching off the bed, your eyes screw shut as your vision goes fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm. Your left breathless as he finishes inside you and immediately pulls out of you.

Giving you no time to recover Lorcan pulls you up by the shoulders, pulling his magic away from you. Fuck, you’re so out of it you barley feel his hand wrap around your throat. He pulls you to his chest and his lips meet your in another intense kiss. “If only I could have you all night. You’d never have a bratty attitude.”

Before you could respond Fenrys was pulling you from Lorcan’s grip. “Now Lorcan, be nice. Look at her,” Fenrys pulls you onto his lap, snaking his arms around you and rubbing soft circles into your skin with his calloused thumbs. He softly kisses your temple and you relax into him.

“She was so good for you. Don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Lorcan rolls his eyes as he adjusts his position at the foot of the bed. Fenrys gently lays you down and your eyes flutter shut. He smoothes your hair. Your eyes flutter open and wrap your arms around his neck, lazily playing with the strands of his long golden hair.

“You can hold on to me. You’re going to need to baby.” Fenrys kisses down your neck but quickly picks up the pace. Your energy comes back, spurred on by Fenrys’ eagerness to be tracing your curves for the first time. Fenrys wastes no time with you. You tug harder at those perfect curls as he slips into your already stretched out cunt.

Still sensitive from the fucking Lorcan gave you, you knew you wouldn’t last long with Fenrys. His thrusts were long and deep. Exploratory and full of curiosity. You held onto each other as his pace increased, your legs wrapping around his waist. Heels pushing into his back.

Without warning, your walls spasm around Fenrys and come. He keeps going, as he chases his own high. He looks down where you connect and he moans. Your release mixed with Lorcan’s is leaking from your hole. “Shit baby, look at you. Such a mess for us. You feel so good. I never wanna leave this pussy. So warm and full.” You bury your face into his neck and moan, his scent wrapping around you.

“Fuck, you can take another can’t you? You want my come don’t you baby?” “Yes Fenrys! Fuck, please, please, please!” Two more thrusts and his release paints your walls. You once again go limp as Fenrys collapses on top of you. Both of you panting. “So good.” He whispered into your chest.

Gavriel pulls Fenrys off you and rolls him to lay on his back next to Lorcan. Rowan is lifting you again. He turns you to look at him. You settle on your knees, steadying yourself by laying your hands on his chest. “Think you’ve learned your lesson sweets?” Gavriel kneels behind you, his chest pressing into your back.

By the grace of some god you still have the strength to look Rowan in the eyes and give him a smirk that says “not a chance”. He sighs. Looking to Gavriel, Rowan motions with his chin. Rowan move back to lay against the pillows at the headboard, spreading his legs and stroking his cock.

Gavriel moves you both back down the bed a bit then he pushes you to bend at the waist, elbows resting on the bed. Rowan fists your hair “Lets use that mouth for something other than talking back, hmm.” Rowan hummed. He pulls you down to swallow his cock. Making your head bob. Using your hands to cover what you couldn’t take in your mouth you set an acceptable pace for Rowan. “That’s it, just like that. See you can be a good girl. Just needed to give that mouth something to do.”

As you kept sucking Rowan off you felt Gavriel lightly running his fingers over your ass. He moves down to your pussy, sinking two fingers in. He curls and pumps them a few times before pulling out. Gavriel brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean, moaning at the taste of you mixed with Lorcan and Fenrys.

“Such a filthy slut. But like Lorcan said, just for us to play with.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. As he leaned forward you felt his hard cock poke your thigh, your eyes rolling back at the thought of taking him and Rowan at the same time. Gavriel places soft kisses down your spine, so different from the way he was just talking about you.

He kisses down to your ass and finally lines himself up with you. He slowly sinks into you, letting you adjust to him inch by inch. Not like you need to after having Lorcan and Fenrys absolutely abuse you. But Gods above he feels good. But he’s taking too long.

When Gavriel finally starts to move you hum around Rowan causing him to his, his hands flying to grip your hair again. Gavriel fucks you it’s like no male has ever fucked you before. He’s taking the time to learn every inch of you inside and out. What parts of you are extra sensitive right now. You don’t know if you can go back to just having Rowan after Gavriel. The others were good, but holy shit. Gavriel was great.

You felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing it in small circles. As the pace of his thrusts picked up so did his fingers. You started to choke on Rowan’s cock and he was once again tightly grabbing your hair, controlling your movements.

You’d never admit this to any of them but this felt good. Not being in control. Being pleasured and used by them. You were in heaven right now. You felt your third orgasm on the night creeping up on you. That knot in your stomach tightening. Your eyes rolling. Your moans muffled and squeaky.

With a pinch to your clit and a few more perfectly angled thrusts from Gavriel you come undone one last time. His own orgasm following immediately after. You heard him swear above you as he pulled out of you. He kept your legs spread watching the mess between your legs drip down your thighs and onto the sheets.

Rowan pulled you off of him, finishing in his hand so you could catch your breath. As soon as he let go of your hair you collapsed on the bed, breathing deeply. You felt the four of them staring at you. It felt tense for some reason. You slowly flipped onto your back, stretching as best you could.

You let out a small hum, “Holy shit.” Fenrys let out a laugh. Rowan and Gavriel were pulling you up the bed, tucking you between them. Now that your punishment was over all they wanted to do was take care of you.

“You ok sweets?” An mmhhmm sounds from you followed by a yawn. You turn snuggling into Gavriel’s chest. He wraps an arm around you. Rowan gets up searching for a cloth or spare shirt to clean you up with. When he returns and spreads your legs you whine. Rowan quickly shushes you rubbing your thigh. “I’m just cleaning you up sweets.” He whispers.

You relax letting him wipe between your thighs. “There you go. All done.” He kisses your forehead and slips next to you again. Lorcan and Fenrys head off to their own beds after seeing you content in Rowan and Gavriel’s arms.

“Goodnight y/n,” Gavriel whispers. A cold wind rushes through the tent. Turning out all the lanterns and cooling your heated skin. You were glad it was Gavriel and Rowan holding you. You drifted off thinking what it would be like to be with them for eternity.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

i can’t get enough of gavriel x rowans sister, what do you think about one where she meets aelin and they instantly hot it off, reader likes to read and eat sweets aswell so they bond quickly and rowan couldn’t be happier that his two fav people in the world love eachother so much. And also what so you think about a timeskip to after the war when everything is at peace and reader finds out she’s pregnant. She doesn’t know yet but gavriel and rowan smell it on her the second she and aelin come back from shopping, how cute🥰🥰

Green napkins

You had been over the moon excited to finally meet your brother’s mate. Gods, you still remembered the day he had told you that he had a feeling that Aelin was his actual mate. Oh, how he had cried for Lyria. How much he cursed Maeve. You had held him through it all. Trying to soothe the aches in his heart. But then pain had been replaced by so much peace and calmness when you had asked him to tell you about her and from the way he spoke alone, you knew that he was truly in love.

"Sweetheart, this is all very sweet but there's only four of us tonight", you felt Gavriel's hands slowly sneaking across your hips. You had been cooking all morning. With the war over and you being able to come home, Rowan was finally bringing Aelin over and you might have been slightly too excited... maybe? Just eleven different dishes too excited. "But this has to be perfect", you said stepping back slightly, so you could look at the table. "My heart, it was perfect an hour ago and it is just as perfect now", Gavriel reassured you. "Do you like green or blue more?", you yanked the napkins off the table showing them to your mate. Gavriel cracked a smile and you instantly frowned, "This is serious Gavriel".

Raising his hands, he glanced over at the table, "I would go with green", "Well then we are switching the glasses", you breathed out, reaching for the glass but Gavriel caught your hand bringing you into his embrace, "It's okay to be nervous but I know that you two will love one another", he muttered, carefully brushing some of your curls away from your face. "Who said I was nervous?", you shook your head but one look at Gavriel and you knew that fooling him would never work.

"I just... I missed so much. They had gone through so much together. You all have and I was under a fucking mountain like a princess doing nothing", you huffed out. It had been a hard choice to make. Maeve had targeted you multiple times. You had been the only weak link keeping both Rowan and Gavriel in iron control. They thought that they had played the system in hiding you in another court but for that alone both of them had been forced to watch you being tortured for days, nearly bleeding to death. That had been the last straw and with the help of a couple of friends, you had been hidden in a place no one would ever look. Or dare to look.

"I had to keep you safe, had to", Gavriel said, cupping your face, "It kept you alive, gave me a chance to come back to you". You rested your forehead against his. He would slip to visit you from time to time when the blood oath started to frail. And what a meeting it was. Full of passion and lust and desire. A handful of stolen time. Where your bodies spoke louder than words. A slight swell in your stomach a clear evidence of that.

"Kept both of you safe and so I will not apologize for being selfish here", Gavriel admitted, "because I know that you would have been in front lines", "Hell yeah, I would have", you breathed out. Gavriel leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. "But now we are growing a family so mommy, no battlefields for you. Ever", he booped your nose before rubbing your stomach gently. You rolled your eyes, turning to fold napkins neatly. And since you knew that fighting him was pointless you had dropped the topic immediately.

Aelin was exactly how you had imagined her to be. In hindsight even more amazing than you had painted her to be in your head. Queen or not her shy smile as she greeted you told you all you needed to know. She was worried because Rowan was never going to leave you. The only family of his left that he was ready to die for. So your opinion mattered in this.

"I bought you some of my favorite sweets”, she had shyly handed you a box, “I wanted to get more but Rowan said it was already too much”. You glared at your brother and he simply lifted his hands, “There was no implication in that comment, just didn’t want to leave the poor man with an empty shop”. Gavriel carefully took the box in, giving you a chance to reach for Aelin, “I have a feeling you and I will be great friends”, you muttered.

“And I have a feeling we will be in a lot of trouble”, Rowan nudged Gavriel’s shoulder, who tried to suppress a smile. “Shut up, Rowan”, you and Aelin both huffed, falling into fits of giggles straight after. Leaving the two males to shake their heads. “How you deal with her is beyond me sometimes”, Rowan barely whispered, making Gavriel smirk, “Careful, she cried over napkins today”.

And the evening couldn’t be more perfect.

You got to fuss over the three of them. Filling up their plates over and over again. The conversation flowed so easily as if you had known your brother’s mate for centuries on end. “Sit down, darling”, Gavriel muttered as you rounded the table once more. “But the peach pie”, you pointed towards the kitchen. “I’ll get it”, he said softly, leaning over to kiss your temple. “But you still need to…”, “Flip it over onto the white plate, tap the top, and let it slide out of the tray without poking it”, Gavriel said with a smile, “I got it petal”, he reassured you. “I’ll help you with the plates”, Rowan pushed back his chair after giving his mate’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I could tell that Gavriel was a man with a big heart before but with you…”, Aelin trailed off, “He mentioned you so much while we… you know…”, she shifted awkwardly. “I hope only good things, cause he might end up sleeping outside”, you huffed playfully. “I too have to say that I have never seen Rowan so at ease before”, your eyes darted toward the kitchen. Where you could just about see two giant soldiers fighting a pie tray. “I love him”, Aelin’s words were barely a whisper and you instantly gazed at her, reaching over the table to clasp her hand, “Oh, I can tell. Your eyes say it all”.

[shadowdaddies]

Hi would you write an Gavriel x reader fanfic where they haven’t told anyone they’re together yet because they have an agegap and don’t know how the other will react? Maybe Aedion or Fenrys, a younger fae male asks her out and that’s how everyone finds out?

I love this!💜 Thank you for giving me the self indulgent excuse to write about both Fenrys and Gavriel being interested in reader💅

Mine

Gavriel x Reader fluff

The sound of a door opening downstairs had you jumping away from Gavriel on instinct. You had become used to hiding your relationship - meeting in secret, keeping your distance around others - it was becoming exhausting. It was understandable - Gavriel was being cautious in building a connection with Aedion after their rocky start, and he was self conscious about how much older he was than you. As much as you wanted to be seen with your mate, neither of you wanted to risk the progress he had made with Aedion to bring you being mates into the situation.

With a sigh, Gavriel gave you a quick kiss before you quietly left the room, him staying behind as you made your way downstairs alone so as not to raise any suspicion. You strode into the living room where Fenrys, Aedion, Aelin, and Rowan were gathered, taking your seat on the couch next to Fenrys. “Hi, angel,” Fenrys greeted, giving you a flirty wink as he brought his arm around the back of the couch. “Hey, Fen,” you greeted your friend warmly. Used to Fenrys’s flirtatious nature, you were oblivious to his advances as he asked you about your day. 

Aelin and Rowan were occupied in conversation - curled up on the couch opposite you - as Aedion lounged in the chair to your right, seemingly studying a report from one of the lieutenants. Rowan turned from his conversation with Aelin to Fenrys. “Hey Fen, wasn’t there something you wanted to ask?” he questioned as he nodded his head towards you, a slight smirk playing on his lips. 

Everyone turned at that, eyes on you and Fenrys as you looked at him curiously. “What is it, Fenrys?” you asked, poking his side as you smiled playfully. For the first time since you’d met him, Fenrys looked nervous - running a hand through his long blonde hair as he bit his lip, eyes flicking to yours. “Uh, I’d been thinking about asking you to dinner, if you’d like. Just the two of us.” The pointed look in his eyes told you that he meant as more than friends, but before you could respond, a growl sounded from behind you.

Fenrys’s eyes flashed with alarm as he glanced over your shoulder, everyone turning to see Gavriel standing at the foot of the stairs, anger radiating off him like you’d never seen. You could feel his jealousy through the bond, watching in shock as he stormed across the room to where you were seated. “Get your hands off my mate,” he snarled.

Everyone’s jaws dropped at his words, Fenrys holding up his hands in a placating position as he backed away from the territorial male who towered over you. “Your mate?” Aedion asked, fully setting down the report he was reading, eyes shooting back and forth between you and Gavriel. Gavriel’s expression immediately turned to one of shame as he turned towards his son. You fumbled for words to explain, “Aedion, we didn’t - I just, with the two of you just now bonding, we...” 

You were at a loss for words, but that didn’t matter as Aedion let out an amused laugh, shaking his head as he smiled at you. “We knew you were seeing each other. I just didn’t know you were mates.” 

“WHAT? I didn’t know! Aedion, you told me I should ask her out,” Fenrys ranted from the corner, red-faced with embarrassment. Aelin and Rowan snickered from where they were sitting, Aelin tossing a chocolate at him. “You were the only one who it wasn’t obvious to, and things were getting boring around here. We had to find some interesting way to get them to admit their relationship.” She turned to grin at you. “I’m happy for you.”

Smiling back, you murmured a “thank you,” as Gavriel came to stand behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders. He gave them a squeeze, turning to Aedion, asking him softly, “you’re not bothered by this?” Aedion smiled, “of course not. I’m happy for you, and even more so that you’re mates.” 

You gave him a bright grin, looking up to where Gavriel stood above you. He leaned down, kissing you passionately - the bond glowing with love and contentment. You pulled apart at a gagging sound from your right, Aedion’s lip curling as he covered his face with the report he held, grumbling, “okay, well I didn’t want to see that.”

You laughed, bringing Gavriel around to sit with you on the couch. He pulled you into his lap, and you wrapped one arm around his neck as you patted the cushion next to you. “Come on Fen, he won’t bite,” you promised with a wink. Fenrys came over to sit with you, rolling his eyes as Gavriel glared at him and pulled you close, and kept you close for the rest of the evening.

[gothicbabydollz]

We shouldn’t do this. Pt 1

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Pairings: best friends dad!Gavriel x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, age gap, oral (f receiving), grinding, fingering, a lot of kisses, fluff, reader is Aedion’s best friend

Summary: You and your best friend’s father finally act on the so very wrong feelings you have for one another

Word count: around 3.6k

a/n: finally wrote for the hubby. i am very happy

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“Tomorrow night. If you’re sure about this. Come find me.”

 It took a long time for you to make up your mind. If you’re being honest, you still have doubts. Seeing Aedion’s boyish grin this morning, you had decided. You’d stay in your own room that night, sleep in your own bed and hope that his father’s ego isn’t too bruised by the rejection. It wouldn’t be. Gavriel isn’t that type of male. He’s just as conflicted about the situation as you are. Ever since you admitted your inexperience, he’s been reassuring, kind, inclined to help teach you the art of intimacy and seduction. It was your obvious attraction to one another which fueled you to open up to him like that in the first place. Neither could deny the longing stares and not-so subtle caresses. It was only a matter of time before the exchange in the kitchen took place- which left both you and Gavriel panting with desire into each other’s mouths. And despite him being your closest friends’ father, what you felt while alone with him, when his hands finally held your body as he whispered that he wouldn’t let himself go any further until you were really sure. Those feelings are why you’re slipping out of your room in the dark and quietly seeking out the older male.

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 Gavriel’s bedroom door swings open the moment you step in front of it and whatever speech you’d thought up on your venture here vanishes with the sight of him. He looks distraught, as if he was pacing while awaiting to see if you would show up or not. His sigh of relief settles your own churning stomach. He still wants you here. Gavriel moves aside to let you step into his personal chambers, you catch his eyebrows softening before you duck your head to stare at the floor. The door clicks shut. This is it.

 Moments pass where all you can focus on is the males’ heavy breathing. You recall how good it felt fanning across the skin of your neck, hot and wet, it makes you want to squirm on the spot. Gavriel speaks your name, and your attention is instantly brought back to reality, “Look at me.” You do. Slowly turning and raising your gaze to take him in. The pants, low on his waist make your mouth go dry. The centuries of training are evident in his toned stomach, his broad chest and huge arms, covered in dark tattoos. Gods, he’s so big compared to you. That fact twists somewhere deep in your tummy. Admiring the ink covering that beautiful neck of his, you want nothing more than to drag your tongue over each marking and find out every meaning behind them. The images in your head are so intense, you force your eyes to his face. Which is just as breathtakingly handsome. You swallow, finding the hint of a smirk on Gavriel’s lips, having seen and smelt every reaction you’ve had to his appearance. Although, his eyes are gentle. They stay that way when he takes one step towards you to cup your face in large palms, tilting your head up so that he can lean down and rest his forehead against yours. “You came.”

 You can’t help but smile, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His thumbs stroke your cheeks, “You’re ruining me already, pretty girl.” His words draw a quiet chuckle from your mouth, yet the smile is soon wiped from your face at the serious look on his. “Tell me this is wrong,” Gavriel sighs, his piercing eyes never leaving yours. You inch closer, body pressing flush against his, “This is wrong.” You repeat. You can feel his heart beating in time with your own, “Tell me we shouldn’t do this,” Gavriel’s voice has dropped to a whisper. You blink, pausing before letting your hands settle on his hips. There’s truth in your words, both of you aware of what could go wrong if you proceed any further, “We shouldn’t do this.” He nods causing his nose to brush yours. “So, tell me to walk away. Tell me to step back and let you leave so we can forget this. Tell me not to want you and we can go about our regular lives. Tell me, little one. Tell me not to need you.”

 Your mouth opens but the words get stuck. “I…” Your eyes are darting across his face, trying desperately to decipher his expression, to figure out if this is a line you really want to cross. “I can’t.”

 A heartbeat passes before Gavriel claims your mouth with his own. A gasp. A moan. You’re not sure- escapes your throat. Gavriel smiles against your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times and then his arm is wrapping around your waist. You giggle as he buries his face into your neck, nuzzling and inhaling your scent. You’re infatuated by this male, spun tightly around his finger. He’s guiding you towards the bed, taking slow steps backwards, pulling you gently with him. You bite your lip with a groan, you’re aching for him. Anticipation crawls over every inch of your skin.

 The tension returns as soon as you fall into Gavriel’s lap. You’re straddling his thighs, completely lost for breath as you stare down at him. Lust consumes both you and Gavriel. It swims in those darkened eyes; it’s written across his face. You can feel it, stiff against your center as you settle fully onto his lap. Heat pulses between your legs. You’ve felt it before when you’re alone but never like this, never this overwhelming. Arousal takes control of your senses, and you pounce like a kitten chasing after wool. Your lips crash against his, molding perfectly together. Gavriel entertains your need for a little while, allowing your tongue to slide around his. Then he’s once again cupping your face, mumbling into your mouth. “Easy, little one,” His thumb rubs back and forth over your jaw, relaxing your movements, urging you to slow. “Take it slow,” He speaks between kisses. Softer, slower and sloppier kisses, “That’s it.” His lips move sensually against your own. His tongue feels like paradise in your mouth. You’re becoming drunk off his taste. It’s wet. It’s loud. “Good girl.”

 You whimper. Gavriel’s lips leave yours and you almost whine from the loss. Yet you stop yourself when you feel those warm lips begin to explore your sensitive neck. Your head tilts back on instinct to give him more access. “You like that,” The older male whispers against your skin, “I can feel your little cunt pulsing.” His vulgar language makes you gasp; you feel as though you’d explode if he keeps talking that way. You want more. “Are you my good girl, little one?” His tongue strokes a spot beneath your ear which has you pressing your heat against his hardness with a soft mewl of confirmation. “You’re going to listen to me, aren’t you? You’re going to let me devour you.” His last words are a lion’s purr. It causes chills to run across your body as you clutch his shoulders. “Yes,” You’re a whimpering mess. The perfect prey. “Please…it hurts.”

 “I know, little one,” Gavriel lifts his head, “I’m going to take care of you.” His fingers reach the knot at the front of your short, thin, robe, ever so slowly undoing the bow which keeps your body concealed from him. He holds his breath as he slips the fabric from your shoulders, like he’s unprepared for the sight of your naked form. Gavriel takes in your body with a pained groan, his forehead falls to your shoulder, soft hair tickling your skin. “You’re going to kill me, pretty girl.” Your heart is racing from being so exposed to the older male, you can barely breathe yet you attempt a chuckle. “Maybe you’re just getting old.” Gavriel nips at your skin with a playful growl, and you soon find yourself flipped underneath the large male. Your head lays comfortably on the pillow covered in his scent as he cages you in.

 “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, resting between your legs while he examines every bare and intimate inch of you. Burning under his gaze, you attempt to cover yourself. Your face. Your breasts. Being so completely exposed is making you feel things you never have before. Your heart is in your throat. Your sex is seeping with arousal. It’s overwhelming.

 Gavriel catches your wrists, and places them above your head. Your thighs squeeze his waist, trying to ease the unbearable heat. Gavriel releases an amused huff, “Don’t hide from me,” his head dips, nose prodding at your jaw, “Never hide from me.” You can’t speak when his lips feel so good on your skin, kissing a slow trail along your throat. So, you hum. You hum your acknowledgment while he suckles on your neck. You shiver as his canines scrape against your skin, so sharp, they could pierce you with a single bite. A part of you wishes for it, for your best friend’s father to claim you as his right here and now. You whine, arms straining until Gavriel releases his hold on your wrists. Taking his face in your hands, you pull his lips back to your own, kissing him with the passion of every unspoken feeling you have. He reciprocates, burying his fingers in your hair and pressing his body weight onto you. A groan passes into your mouth when your hips grind up against his front. You can feel his hard length through the confines of his pants, which are most likely stained with your slick as you shamelessly rut against each other like dogs in heat. Neither of you care. You just want one another. Need each other. “Please,” You moan into his mouth, “Touch me. Teach me how to feel good. Please, I can’t take it any longer.”

 Gavriel finds the strength to tear away from you, shuffling down you body to reconnect his lips to your valley of your breasts. It’s as if he can’t go for too long without his mouth on you. “I know, little one. I can’t either,” He sighs, hands sliding up your waist to cup your breasts. You arch at the contact, threating your own fingers into those golden locks as you watch him knead and kiss the plump flesh. “You’ve got me hooked,” Gavriel admits, licking a hot, wet stripe over your nipple. The feeling drives you wild. “I can’t think knowing I’m the first to touch your perfect little body like this.” He sounds tormented, “And gods, honey, I won’t be able to stop once I get a taste of you.” Gavriel sucks your nipple to a taut bud, his tongue swirling around the peak. Your sex tightens around nothing as sparks of pleasure shoot between your legs, causing you to grow more desperate by the second. He switches back and forth between your breasts, giving both equal amounts of attention from his mouth and fingers. He’s suckling and pinching. He’s licking and squeezing. All while you bask in his words. The words you both know he shouldn’t have said. Because Gavriel is right. Once you get a taste of each other, neither will ever be fulfilled. Yet you can’t fight off your need for him. You’re drawn to him in a way you don’t quite understand. And you don’t think he does either.

 You feel his lips begin to wander, starting a slow path down your stomach. It makes each breath you release tremble. Gavriel’s eyes flick up to your face, and he smiles when he finds you already watching him. His hands travel down to your thighs, he pushes them further apart to make room for the large expanse of his shoulders. “I promise I’m a better teacher than this, little one. But if I don’t get my mouth on that sweet cunt of yours soon, I’ll…” He trails off into a breathy chuckle while you whine softly at his words, your tummy twisting in arousal. Squirming beneath him, “You can’t say things like that,” you’re pouting as you gaze down at him, “You’re going to break me.”

 “Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Gavriel hums with a hint of smugness. He finally settles between your legs, and you swear, you can hear as the breath leaves his lungs. His eyes are on the most intimate parts of you, he curses while admiring your cunt, dripping with need. Gavriel curses, trailing his fingers up the insides of your thighs to spread your folds with his thumbs. “You’re soaking. Is this all for me, little one?” His voice is raspy, soaked with lust. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, so close yet so far away from where you want him. You nod your head, knowing he’s looking up at you. He continues mouthing the flesh of your thighs, “Do you always get this wet?” Your skin heats at his question. You’ve been wet since you walked into his room, and every touch, word, kiss has only added to the dampness between your legs. You whisper, “I don’t know.” Gavriel chuckles quietly, inching closer and closer to your pulsing sex with each kiss. You hear him inhale, “You smell so sweet, honey.”

 Your body reacts the moment Gavriel’s tongue meets your sensitive cunt. Your back arches and your mouth drops open in a silent moan.  Gavriel licks a slow line up your heat and groans. His head falls to your thigh, as if he’s regaining his composure. “I’m never going to get enough of your taste, little one,” He sighs before diving back in, he laps at your folds with soft strokes of his tongue. A whine falls from your lips as your thighs try to close around his head. It feels so good, better than you had ever expected. You can tell from each flick of his tongue that Gavriel knows what he’s doing. He’s going to make you explode in a state of euphoria.

 You moan out when his lips close around your clit, he suckles, and your tummy tightens from the feeling. You reach for him, needing something to ground you while you experience the pleasure he’s giving you. Gavriel’s mouth never falters as he interlocks his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze his hands. He’s groaning, grunting, while he buries his face into your cunt, licking all of you. He dips his tongue inside you and your hips begin to rock on their own accord. You clench around the wet muscle as it pumps gently and out of you. His nose nudges your clit with each grind of your hips against his face. You whine, “Gods, Gavriel,” You’re breathless, “That feels so good.” You tell him when his tongue returns to your throbbing clit. He circles the bud, winding up a coil in the pit of your tummy as he does so. “Keep doing that. Please, please, please.” He does. Gavriel sucks on your clit, he flicks his tongue in intricate patterns, he occasionally scraps his teeth over the sensitive bud just to growl when your hips buck against his face. At one point, you caught onto him spelling his name with his tongue while he toyed with your clit, and it felt so good. If you weren’t moments away from snapping, you’d call him a territorial fae bastard. But you’re so close, there’s a tight feeling in your stomach, one you’ve never had before. It excites you. It scares you.

 Gavriel releases one of your hands to slide between your legs. While his tongue swirls around your clit, he slides a finger up and down the length of your cunt, coating his skin in your slick. You have to slap your free hand over your mouth when his finger enters you. You’re afraid of being too loud, at risk of Aedion hearing you moaning while his father feasts on you like you’re his last meal. Gavriel pumps his finger before sliding a second into you. The intrusion causes you to tighten around his fingers, and you notice Gavriel’s eyes fluttering. You moan into the palm of your hand as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them each time his knuckles press against you. The pads of his fingertips prod at your velvety walls, searching for something. And when he finds it? Your teeth bite into your skin to conceal the whine attempting to claw out of your throat. Your back arches off the bed, part of you wanting to get away from the intense feeling, another part never wanting him to stop. You’re squeezing his hand tightly, afraid to let go.

  You’re whimpering softly as the feeling in the pit of your belly becomes more and more unbearable. Your legs are quivering on his shoulders. His mouth sucking and licking your clit as his fingers thrust into your cunt are causing bright lights to blur your vision. You feel as though you’re about to break into tiny little pieces. “Gavriel, I…” You warn him as your back begins arching off the bed. Gavriel moans into your cunt, he suckles harder, and you mewl louder. He tightens his grip on your hand, as if urging you to let go. To let it all go for him.

 You can’t help the cry that tumbles from your lips as you finally break. Pleasure washes over your entire body, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You still as your climax rakes through you, cunt clenching wildly around Gavriel’s fingers as he continues to pump them into you. Slower now, just to help you ride out every feeling in your body. You can feel his tongue lapping around his digits, drinking down your cum as it gushes from you. When you remember to breathe, it comes out heavy, you’re panting, worn out from the intensity of your orgasm. You look down at the male, finding him already gazing up at you. His eyes are wide, pupils blown with lust. “There’s my good girl,” He pulls his fingers out of you, the loss making your whimper quietly. Gavriel laps softly at your folds, cleaning up the mess you made for him.

You miss his warmth between your legs as Gavriel sits back on his haunches, but every thought leaves your mind when you watch him slide his fingers into his mouth. The fingers that were previously knuckle deep inside of you. He sucks them clean before reaching for you. He pulls you into him with ease, your arms winding around his neck. Gavriel kisses you softly, his tongue sliding slowly into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him and your cheeks heat as you’re reminded of what he did to your body mere moments ago. “You’re such a good girl, little one,” He strokes the length of your spine, “You did so well for me.” The praise makes you hide your face in his neck, nuzzling into his warm skin. “How’d you feel?” He asks, pressing his nose into your hair. All you can manage is a soft chuckle, smiling against the side of his throat. “Does it always feel like that?”

 “Yes, it does, honey.” Gavriel kisses the top of your head before pulling back, allowing him to look down at you. “Now, you need to sleep. You’re all tired out.” He cups your face, brushing his thumb over your lips, still swollen from kissing him. His face has softened, he’s back to his over caring nature. Anxiety prickles your skin, scared you weren’t good enough for him to want to continue. “But…you haven’t…” You risk a glance down to where his still hard length bulges through his pants. Gavriel shakes his head, “Don’t worry about me, little one.” He can read the worry on your face, and leans down to nose at your jaw, “Believe me, I want to. But we’re taking this slow, remember? I’m not rushing you into anything you’re not ready for.” You nod your understanding, yet a pout still forms on your lips as you mumble, “I’m ready.”

 That makes Gavriel smile, and he shakes his head in amusement, “Ready to sleep. It’s late.” You press your lips to his one last time, you’re reluctant to pull away. Every time his mouth is on you, it’s as though you’re drunk. Yet you slip out of his lap to grab your robe, discarded on the floor by the end of the bed. “I never said anything about you leaving, little one.”

 You turn to him; eyebrows raised and rode still hanging from your grip. You think for a moment. Spending the night with your best friend’s father seems wrong, almost worse than sleeping with him. “We shouldn’t,” You whisper. It’s silent for a while but you can’t force yourself to do anything other than stand naked at the foot of his bed. Eventually, he sighs, “I just had my head between your thighs. Do you think we should have done that?” You perk up, practically gawking at him. Gavriel stares back, smiling softly at you. Thankful he’s not angry, you sigh in defeat, matching his smile and letting the item of clothing in your hand fall to the floor.

 You climb back onto the bed, instantly finding yourself back in Gavriel’s embrace. You should’ve left. But the male beside you has you completely wrapped around his finger. And you find yourself secretly happy to be sleeping in his bed.

[lavenderdreams22]

Jealousy - Gavriel x Reader

Summary: A fight caused by alcohol and untrue words drives you and Gavriel apart, and a misunderstanding brings you back together.

Request: Hi💓 can I request gavriel x reader? Where they have a fight and then reader sees him with another female and thinks the worst and it hurts her so she doesn't talk to gavriel ever and he thinks he's doing the right thing by giving her space? Angst ending in fluff please 🙏💕💕💕

Warnings: Violence, cursing, angst... I think that's all.

*****

Gavriel couldn’t remember what he had said to you last night, but whatever it was had royally pissed you off. The two of you never fought, but something about the drinks, and the noise in the tavern, or maybe just the stresses of war, had the two of you at each other’s throats the second the first drinks were gone. 

You hadn’t come back to the room. You hadn’t been with Aelin or Lysandra. He had given up after he checked every corner of the tavern. You couldn’t have gone far, and you always came back to him… At least, that’s how he assumed this would go. 

He would give you space if you wanted it. Even if it felt like you had taken his heart with you. 

Two days later, when they were moving on from the little town your party had stopped in, he finally saw you again. You were walking arm in arm with Aelin, chatting about flowers, of all things. 

If Gavriel hadn’t been so worried about pissing you off again, he would have joked about it. He would have asked you when you had started to care about flowers? But the look you shot him over your shoulder, full of ice and hurt, had him biting his tongue and stopping in his tracks. 

You had never looked at him like that before. And he wasn’t the only one to notice. 

“Gods, what in the hell did you do to her to make her look at you like that?” Fenrys asked, letting out a low whistle.

Gavriel shook his head, both in disbelief and in response to Fenrys’s question. 

When your group finally stopped to set up camp, he braved approaching you, thinking that he had given you enough time to think… That he had given you enough space to sort through your feelings, but when he stopped to gather his thoughts outside of your tent, he heard your hushed whispers.

“I just… I need space for a few days…” You said, your voice nearly bringing him to his knees. 

He hadn’t realized how much he had missed the sound of it.

“What did he do?” Lysandra asked.

“He just… He said some things.” He didn’t need to see you to know you were shaking your head. He had your mannerisms memorized. 

“Like what?” This time it was Aelin who asked.

There was a long beat of silence, some rustling. He thought he heard a sniffle. 

“He told me that he didn’t believe my presence made a difference to our team… That my ‘particular set of skills’ weren’t useful to you.” You answered. “When I gave him the chance to take it back, he told me to get over it.”

He didn’t remember saying any of that. Didn’t even know why he had said it, because he sure as hell didn’t mean any of it. You were a talented warrior. Your skillset was useful to any battle… To any ruler. It was why Maeve had sought you out to join the cadre in the first place. 

For him to make you feel useless… 

It was no wonder you hadn’t approached him to talk it through yet… Why you hadn’t slept in the same bed as him since that night. 

“Well…” Lysandra started, but she had no idea how to comfort you…

No one did. No one other than the male you were doing your damndest to avoid like the plague. 

*****

You awoke the next day, your head pounding from the silent tears that you had let fall as everyone else in the camp had slept. You missed Gavriel. Missed wrapping your arms around him while you slept, missed talking about nothing with him… But you were still angry, and he had made no move to approach you, to apologize, so you hadn’t either. 

Aelin poked her head into your tent, offering you a small smile as her eyes met yours. 

“We’re packing up and heading into town. If you get your things, the guys will pack up the tent and we can be off.” 

“Of course.” You pushed to your feet and rolled your shoulders before slipping your leather armor back on and stuffing your belongings into the bag that you’d been carrying with you. 

Another town… Another night that you would sleep without the love of your life beside you. 

*****

You knew that you were overreacting, but as you watched Gavriel laugh with the pretty bar keep, it took everything in you not to lash out, not to stalk over to the bar and rip out her throat. Especially when she was giggling and eyeing him the way she was. Especially when she reached out a hand and ran it over his chest.

“Y/N?” Elide asked, waving a hand in front of your face before she followed your gaze and cursed under her breath. 

“I thought males were the territorial ones.” Lorcan jabbed, and was met with two slaps. One from Elide and one from Fenrys. Lorcan grumbled, taking his seat. 

You didn’t bother to reply, the scowl that had twisted your face only deepening as he reached out his hand and touched her shoulder. 

The action looked more like he was talking to a sister than flirting, but you saw red nonetheless.

Rowan stepped up to the table, Aelin following close behind him. One look at your face, and the Queen of Terrasen was making her way to the bar, toward Gavriel and his new… friend. 

You couldn’t make out what was said over the noise, but you saw both of their smiles drop as Gavriel turned to you. When his eyes met yours, you had to suppress the urge to look away, to keep the deadly look on your face. 

The woman seemed to suddenly be preoccupied wiping a glass down as you stared at Gavriel. He let his gaze drift to Rowan, a question lingering there. 

Rowan shook his head, as if to say now isn’t the time.

With a slight nod, Gavriel made his way to the table. You sprung to your feet, the sudden movement startling a few other patrons, and made your way to the door and into the fresh, night air that awaited on the other side of it. Aelin was hot on your heels. 

When you had made it out into the street, Aelin let out a low chuckle. 

“Why’re you leaving?”

“We’re fighting and he was flirting with that woman.” You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye. “Right in front of me.”

“Would it help you if I told you he was telling her he was spoken for when I went over?” She asked. 

It did help, but you couldn’t tell her that. Not when it still felt like your chest was cleaving itself in two.

“You should go back, get some dinner. I just need to take a bit of a walk… Clear my head a little.” 

She stopped you with a hand on your arm. “Come find me later if you need someone to talk to.” 

You only nodded, offering her a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“If you’re not back in an hour, I’m sending the cadre to come save you.” Aelin winked, before she made her way back to the bar. 

*****

Aelin plopped down between Fenrys and Rowan with a sigh. Gavriel kept his eyes on the door, waiting for you to reenter.

“She’s going for a walk.” Aelin said, sparing him a glance before she returned to examining her nails. 

“What’s going on between the two of you?” Lorcan asked.

Elide rolled her eyes, “Nice one, by the way.” 

“What?” He asked indignantly.

“Learn to read the room, Lorcan.” Fenrys growled.

Gavriel shook his head, “We got into an argument the other night, and we haven’t really spoken since.”

“What about?” Elide asked. 

“Honestly, I don’t really remember what started the argument. Something about a task that Aelin wanted her to do.” He pondered. “Before we could work through things, she stormed out.”

“She stayed with me the night you guys fought.” Fenrys offered up.

Gavriel, the territorial side of him clawing its way to the surface, shot him a look and Fenrys held his hands up in surrender. 

“Relax, Gav.” Rowan said. 

“She just needed a safe place to sleep.” Fenrys said, his voice low. “That’s all that happened. I slept on the floor.”

“You shouldn’t even need to be told that nothing would happen.” Aelin said. “Especially since she almost committed a murder just watching you touch another woman.”

Gavriel sucked in a breath at that. “How upset was she?”

“Well…” Elide started, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Fucking furious.” Fenrys deadpanned. 

Gavriel only sighed. “I thought I was doing the right thing by giving her space.” 

“The first day or so, sure.” Aelin stated. “But we’re going on almost an entire week. You need to go find her and talk.” 

*****

The bridge you had found was peaceful. You weren’t sure how long you had stood there, staring at the reflection of the moon on the water as it raged past. 

You heard him before you saw him. He was making noise on purpose, giving you a chance to leave if you so wished. 

You appreciated the option, but kept your feet firmly planted to the ground. You had had enough of the fighting and the running, and even though it had only been a few days, you missed him. 

“Hey.” He muttered, taking his place next to you, leaning against the railing to try and get a better look at your face. 

You leaned forward more, letting your hair create a curtain to shield you from him. 

“Can we talk?” He asked, his voice small, tentative.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” You muttered, unable to stop the words from flowing from your lips.

“You know that isn’t true.” He touched your shoulder.

When you didn’t flinch away from him, he rubbed his hand down the length of your spine. 

“Please look at me.”

You did as he asked, turning your face so that you could meet his eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“For what?” You asked.

“For everything.” He sighed. “I never should have made you feel like you weren’t as capable as me, or anyone else for that matter. You’re the most capable person I know.” 

You opened your mouth to reply, but closed it again, waiting for whatever else he had on the tip of his tongue. 

“I love you. And I’ve missed you.” He shrugged. “I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you space.”

You couldn’t stop the tears. Gods, you had missed him, too. You had barely slept a wink since you had walked away from him. And you knew that he hadn’t either by the bags under his beautiful eyes. 

“I love you, too.” You whispered, not trusting yourself to talk too loud. 

He reached forward and wiped the tears away from your cheeks like he always did any time you were upset. 

“Are we… Are you okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, holding his gaze. “We’re okay.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe. 

“If I ever see another woman touching you like that again, though, I’ll rip out her throat.” 

He pulled away to look into your eyes again, and the look on your face had him letting out a bark of laughter. 

“S’not funny, Gavriel.” You grumbled.

“I know, baby. But you should know that I only have eyes for you.” 

A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I know.” 

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned forward, waiting for your consent before he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss. 

“Does this mean that you’re going to sleep in the same bed as me again?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands. 

“I don’t know, Fenrys told me I could stay with him again…” You pretended to think, a finger on your chin.

The look he gave you had you laughing, then. At the sound of it, his scowl turned into a brilliant smile. 

“You’re beautiful.” He said, throwing an arm around you.  

You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the river for a while longer before heading back to the tavern, your heart and steps lighter now that you had the love of your life back beside you.

[wordsafterhours]

Songs About You - Chapter 17

Author's Note: Hello all! I'm sorry if this chapter sucks. I'm not sure who is even around to read this story anymore since it has been so drug out. I did my best to give birth to the idea of this chapter that I had in my head. As always, feedback, comments, and likes are food for the soul.

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It seemed anxiety, bordering on near panic, was going to become a constant state of being for Aelin. Gone was the self-assured, cool, confident, and collected woman of the past. Everything she had been, known, hoped, wanted… it all seemed painfully stuck in the past, as unmovable of the mountain peaks surrounding the city. 

Perhaps if therapy had been attended, as suggested by a multitude of her friends on more than one occasion, the necessary tools to address how she was feeling would be handily available. In her toolkit. Having to endure needles in her eyes sounded more preferable than attending therapy, so naturally, she had not gone, preferring to shoulder her emotional baggage. 

The emotional turmoil of today was stemming from her reluctantly agreed upon dinner at Rowan’s cabin. It had been the price to pay for his visit to her the book shop yesterday. The smart part of her brain screamed no, but a too quick “yes” produced by her messy heart had passed over her lips instead. And it was an answer she’d give and give again just to see the smile that had graced his handsome face, setting his green eyes alight with joy. When this ended, because she knew it would, there was no doubt in her mind, that she would be the proverbial cannon fodder of this situation. 

Wincing as she hit a particularly rough pothole, Aelin made a large mental note to chastise Rowan for it. The winter season had only worsened the already shit road and SUV be damned, it didn’t seem to make it any more bearable. Fleetfoot shifted her footing in the passenger seat, glancing over, giving a judgmental look.  

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s not my fault this road isn’t maintained,” she muttered in contempt. 

Lucky for both the golden-haired girls, the A-frame cabin was soon in few, lit by beautiful glass bulbs strung from tree to trees. While his house wasn’t her style, much preferring luxury and the things accustomed with the that lifestyle, there was something perfect about the view she had now. It was quieter than even where she lived. And if possible, it seemed more stars could be seen winking in the sky. The light blues and purple of dusk were fading away into dark blues and black as the sun continued its decent below the horizon. 

Cutting the engine, Aelin sat a moment, taking in two large breaths and talked herself down from the anxiety that was clawing violently up her throat. There was no reason to be nervous, not really, if you got past the fact she was spending another evening in his presence, in the home that would one day house his family…

Fine. Everything was perfectly fine. That was the mantra that would headline the forefront of her mind tonight—it had to be. The alternative distressingly cruel. 

“Let’s go, girl.” Fleetfoot didn’t need to be told twice, bounding over her lap and out the car door, rounding the corner of the house before her feet had even touched the pine needle ground. 

“Well, someone was eager,” she grumbled under her breath as she followed the same path the dog had taken. The backdoor was open, spilling added light across the porch and grass. Chairs circled a firepit that had already had a crackling fire within it. Blankets hung on the back of two chairs. Her mouth watered as a small breeze kissed her skin, bringing with it the smell of garlic and a little spice. The silver haired man had refused to tell her what they were doing, other than he was making her dinner, which he also decided to withhold what it was they would be eating. 

Gently, she knocked against the door trim before walking in. Rowan gave her a smile as he lowered a wooden spoon down from his lips and set it down on the counter. “Couldn’t wait for a taste?”

“A cook always has to sample the dish before serving it to others. I wouldn’t want feed you something terrible.”

“My refined palate appreciates that.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, but the small laugh let her know he knew she was just being difficult. She took a seat at the bar top that overlooked the stove. The meal looked simple but it smelled divine, especially with her sitting almost directly over it. “Are you going to tell me what’s on the menu now that I’m here?”

“You’re insufferable sometimes. I hope you realize that,” he answered, flicking her nose. 

“I’m wonderful, thank you very much. The only intolerable one here is you.” 

“Keep it up and I’ll give the dogs your plate and your part of the dessert.” His face was straight, no slight tick in his jaw or arch of a brow to tell if he was kidding. The discarded spoon was picked back up and used to stir whatever sauce was simmering on the stove top.

Worrying her lip, Aelin said nothing but continued to watch him mill about the kitchen. He flicked off the burners and bent down, giving her a better view of the kitchen. It was like a beacon in the dark, the small image pinned to the fridge with a magnet, that immediately ensnared her wandering gaze. A heavy unease settled in the pit of her stomach the longer she stared at the photo. His tall frame appeared back in her view, but he might as well have been invisible because she just kept staring—a very tangible feeling of nauseousness working up her throat. 

Rowan was going to be a father to a baby that would be here before they both knew it. And he would be filling his spare time with raising him or her. Cooking meals in this very kitchen and coming home to someone who Aelin couldn’t stand. Until now, a small part of her had been delusional, quietly whispering that he would still have time for her when it came down to it. But he wouldn’t. This man would be all in for that life that hung proudly against the silver fridge face. 

In the haze of her tunnel vision, she had missed him moving until he was turning the stool and pulling her against warm, muscled chest. His heart was thrumming erratically against her ear. This man was far from dumb and likely knew just the reason for her terror-struck silence. “Aelin,” his voiced pleaded against the crown of her head. 

“What are we doing Ro?” she cried into him. 

“We’re having dinner.” 

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Aelin declared, shoving her palms against his stomach in a paltry attempt to put distance between them. He gripped her harder, snuffing out the hope for any separation.

“Rowan, let me go,” she begged, the words vibrating against them both. 

“I can’t, Fireheart.” 

“Rowan, there’s a baby on your fridge. Your baby. It’s growing and some months from now, it’s going to be more than just a black and white decoration to look at.” He was lying to himself if he thought he could keeping living his life like this and it broke her heart because he didn’t seem to have an iota about it. 

“Aelin, you don’t think I know that?” he barked angrily, stepping back and bumping into another stool. It’s high-pitched squeal making her look up at him. Loosing a frustrated breath, his green eyes weighed heavily on her. 

“I can’t change that. I know I’m going to be a dad and it wasn’t how I thought my journey to fatherhood would go, but I know more than anyone, that July is going to bring so many changes. So don’t sit there and preach at me about that stupid black and white photo. I didn’t even put it up there. Lyria did. It’s from when she first found out and it’s a blob. It doesn’t even look like a baby.” 

From her vantagepoint, it looked like a potato. Gods, likening a baby to a potato was surely going to get her some gods-given karma down the line. Unsure of what to say to the passionate, yet angry monologue, Aelin elected silence. 

“I’m scared out of my mind, but I’m excited, too. Some little human out there is going to call me dad. And I’m going to read poetry to them every night before they go to bed and take them hiking on Saturdays with my friends. I’m going to stroll the streets of downtown Orynth, telling them about a time when there used to be a queen and kind of this country, and how the opalescent buildings were an unheard-of masterpiece when they designed and built. I’m going to take them to Emrys’ and introduce cake when they’re old enough. And we’ll see you when we come to buy books because I want them to know 1,000 different lives. I have to make the most of what I’ve been dealt.” 

Tears burned, falling for herself, and falling for the man at her front. Rowan loved that baby, and it was beautiful to see it. But the life he painted; it made her envious. What would a life like that, with him, be like? Would they fight about what book to read? What would be the first poem they would read to their child? Would he get the history just right having not grown up here? Would she have to correct him with a teasing smile? 

“What if” was the most painful start to any self-harm idea her brain and heart could muster. What if she had met him a few months sooner? What if it had been her and not Lyria? What if Lyria hadn’t been pregnant at all?

What if. What if. What if. 

Calloused thumbs swooped across the swell of her cheeks, wiping away the moisture sliding down. He tilted her head, catching her gaze with his. “There’s a limit to what I can give you, Aelin. I know that, but I’m trying to be here, for you. And if that’s enough for now, then let it be enough. And when it’s not, ask me again to let you go.”

It was appropriate to say while he cradled her in his hands—the declaration literal and figurative and a bittersweet understanding. She knew that whatever unspoken thing tying them together didn’t adhere to the constructs of reason or reality—it unapologetically existed. And for now, the small kernels of time and of himself that Rowan offered to her were enough. 

However, they’d both be nothing but fools if they believed with any real hope that this would last beyond July. The gods didn’t cater to mortal whims, not even love or desire, despite what countless words penned in books tried to argue. Aelin knew this better than anyone having suffered unbelievably so in the face of the cards she had been dealt. 

Before her parents had died, Arobynn betrayed everyone, and her uncle and cousins’ unwitting complicity in his schemes, her life had been one of unwavering love, joy, and happiness. Every day was not sunshine and roses, but there hadn’t been one thing she’d willingly change. 

It occurred to her that she had not offered any sort of response to Rowan’s quiet plea apart from silence. With a rueful twitch of her pink lips, she said hardly audible, “Okay.” The two syllables tasted acerb against her tongue, but she’d utter them again and again if it meant he’d look at her the way he was now.  With one last smooth stroke against the apples of her cheeks, he asked, “Are you hungry?” 

Aelin gave an enthusiastic nod, which had him freeing her and returning to the other side of the counter, dishing out food onto two plates in a manner that could only be described as routine.  A quick jerk of his head silently commanded her to follow him as he took their dinner outside. Once she was seated comfortably in one of the chairs surrounding the fire, did he pass her a plate and take his own seat. 

The first few bites had her letting out a low moan that had no right appearing anywhere except within the confines of her bedroom—but damn the gods, she couldn’t help herself. Rowan sounded like he was semi-choking across from her and it made a small, feline smirk of delight grace her lips. There was power in the knowledge that she could and did fluster the man. 

Deciding to spare him anymore discomfort, she mercifully kept her indecent sounds and thoughts to herself for the remainder of their dinner which fell into a pleasant, companionable silence. Gently, she discarded the plate on the ground beside her and leaned back into the chair, taking a sip from her beer, and looking up at the stars. Millions of tiny light balls gleamed back at her, some stark white, others hardly more than a dull glow. 

“When I was a kid, my parents used to tell me that the stars were all the people that we’d lost looking down on us. It used to make me so upset because I thought it was ridiculous and at that point, I had already learned that they were balls of exploding gas. But as I got older and lost them, I came to the decision that their explanation was the only one I wanted to possess any conviction for. At the very least, it’s a far more beautiful sentiment than any scientific truth.” 

Aelin refused to look anywhere but up, not wanting to see pity, understanding, comfort—anything in response to her confession. Vulnerability made her feel weak and broken and she’d shown Rowan more of herself in the months of their friendship than she’d shown must people in years. He was constantly disarming her; strategically knocking a stone loose from the wall she’d armed herself with and with the right move, it would irreparably crumble.

It was inevitable. It was coming. And she wasn’t ready yet… but she wanted to be. Living as a ghost of herself was exhausting and depressing and life was passing her by. Aelin had been a victim of life, of shitty circumstances, and had endured things some people could never imagine even on their worst day.  There was more to go through, so much to face and work through, but in the perfect silence of this starlit night, it felt like her parents were by her side, reminding her they’d never left, not really.

“I wish someone would have told me stories like that,” his voice said a little gruff. Hesitantly, she flicked her blue and gold gaze his way, admiring how the firelight played off the sharp angles of his jaw. His green gaze was trained on the sky above as he continued. “I’m not sure if you’ve been to Doranelle but it’s so different from Orynth. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s the largest city east of Wendlyn or because it’s a main trade port for many routes, but it’s never quiet. Something is always going on.”

She’d been once, as a young teenager on holiday with her family, and if she thought hard enough about it, she could almost taste the spice-laden air and hear the vendors selling their wares along the winding, elegant streets. Beautiful pale stone buildings with blue tops and mosaic tiles decorating their walls stood out in her brain.  And their palace with its jasmine-wrapped columns and stained glasses ceilings were such a stark contrast from Orynth’s own palace of shimmering opal walls.  

“It wasn’t until I was older that I knew the sky held so many stars. The bright lights of the city in culmination with the pale stone buildings, rivers, and mist make it eerily bright all the time. The sun and moon obey the same laws there, but night never seems as dark as it ought to be.  Not like here, where on a moonless night, you can’t see five feet in front you. It’s beautiful at home and I was privileged growing up there, but when I was able to see more of the world, I realized there were somethings more beautiful than others.”

His piercing green gaze dropped to hers and held as he said the last part. For someone who wasn’t entirely forthcoming and made it seem like sharing personal information was akin to pulling teeth sans anesthetic, Rowan was a born storyteller. Perhaps, it was because she was sweet on him, but she was more inclined to believe it was in the way he spoke about things. His accent grew thicker, voice lower, his body more relaxed, and green eyes a little brighter. 

“I went one summer after I had turned fourteen or fifteen, I can’t quite remember. We traveled every summer for my belated birthday gift. My parents wanted me to be well-rounded and to know the world. That year, Gavriel and Aedion were able to come with us. We’d traveled before as a family but never that far, for that long. It felt nice to just be ourselves without constantly wondering if photographers and journalists were going to be writing about what we were wearing, or what restaurant we frequented, or what new bill my father or mother were trying to pass.” 

She loosed a bitter chuckle and picked a little too angrily at her cuticles, causing one to bleed. Rowan’s large hand rested over hers, snuffing out the anxious tendency before she could cause more damage. 

“Fireheart, what happened with your uncle and your cousin? I know Elide said they betrayed you, but I saw how your face lit up when you talked about them. It’s clear you miss them. Your parents aren’t here but from what I’ve gathered, they are. You don’t have to tell me. I can feel you stiffening under my hands and you’re holding your breath. Gods, I know it’s painful for you, but you don’t have to carry around those feelings by yourself.  There are so many people in your corner who would be more than happy to shoulder some of that weight… You just have to stop holding on to it so tight.” 

That wall of hers? Well, there went another stone or two as he laced their fingers together, his gentle but not subtle offer to bare her grief ringing loudly in her ears, as though he had shouted it for the heavens to hear. It wasn’t that her friends hadn’t offered their ears or shoulders before, because they all had, numerous times, but she’d been too devastated to let any ounce of control go. Then, came Rowan, no better than an avalanche bulldozing a mountain full of trees, decimating everything in its wake.   

He pushed when she didn’t want to be pushed. Held her when she didn’t know that’s what she wanted. Listened to her fall apart and stayed anyways. He wasn’t perfect. He had hurt her and likely would hurt here more in the future, but in their skewed dynamic, he had given her room to breathe. In shouldering of all the messy, the bad, the dramatic—it had lessened that crippling burden she’d been carrying around for years to just enough to remind her that there was more to life than what she’d been accepting. 

And for his gift, she would give him another ugly truth despite the possibility of it opening up an emotional chasm deeper than any fissure on this continent. “I didn’t know how corrupt Arobynn was. To me, in most everything before and for two years after the death of my parents, I just saw him as ‘Uncle A’, my godfather and dad’s best friend. Every holiday, family birthday, fancy gala—he was there. He was my rock after it all. Him and Aedion and Gavriel.” 

Aelin shifted forward in her seat and adjusted their still laced fingers on her knee, not wanting to lose the grounding contact, but unable to bare his dark emerald gaze a second longer. It seemed childish to hide, but sometimes if felt like he could see into the very darkest parts of her soul, the ones she didn’t offer up or acknowledge, and that level of discomfort was threatening to flicker out the small tendril of courage she was gripping onto. 

“I didn’t know the extent of their involvement in his seedy underground dealings until the middle of the trial. Gavriel was the chair of the historical and restoration department for the city, appointed by my mother. Nepotism at its finest, I know. He had his own construction company as well and Aedion grew up learning from him. After college, he took over more responsibility in the company, leaving Gavriel to devote more time to the public and political aspects of restoring the city. Little did I know then that their company built and restored many underground areas of the city. I think at first, they didn’t realize that they were paving the network that would feed into success of The Vaults, but it became very clear, later on, that they knew. They knew and they continued anyways.” 

She gave a harsh chuckle, the notion of their part in the crime syndicate somehow still bitterly amusing years later. Only amusing because they’d let themselves be deceived in the face of overwhelming evidence. Hardly any of the evidence of their involvement had been presented at trial when the betrayal had cut through her like a hot blade. Aedion’s eyes, so like her own, had found her in the sea of people within that room, brimming with guilt and unshed tears. He had looked devastated. 

But she had been devastated. And blind-sided. And betrayed.  And hurt. And angry. 

Again, she had been made a fool at the hands of those who supposedly cared for her. A public spectacle for all the court-goes to gawk at while she crumpled in the front row. 

Absent-mindedly, she rubbed at her chest, a poor attempt to soothe the ghost of twinging pain. “I don’t know what Arobynn had over my uncle, but I know it had to have been something because why else would you help a criminal? Half the city’s tunnels existed when we still had a monarch. They deserved the chance to be restored and appreciated. The finished result though surpassed what was initially documented and planned but that didn’t come to light until the underground syndicate was dismantled. No one could figure out how criminals were thwarting law enforcement left and right and all along, the answer was right under their feet.” 

“I hadn’t been here long when crime started to uptick. I got mugged outside my truck one night and it was like the guy disappeared into thin air. I tried to chase him but when I turned the corner, there was nothing but empty streets. Makes sense now,” he remarked in an acrimonious tone. 

“Manholes, specific businesses, canals… everyone who belonged to the Vaults learned where and how they could use these tunnels to their advantages. Arobynn had his finger in everything from prostitution and drugs to street fighting and ordered hits. When you sit at the right hand of the country’s governor, you make a lot of connections, and he used every one of them to his advantage. My uncle and Aedion redid all the tunnels as my mother asked, but they built new ones seamlessly connected too, creating an intricate and unmarked web unless you knew where to look. Had it not helped Arobynn’s rise to power and criminal empire, I might be impressed.” 

Feeling restless and angry, she abruptly stood from her chair and took a few steps back. The air around the fire too warm. Rowan’s hand too heavy. The feelings still too raw.

“I didn’t stay the rest of the day Aedion and Gavriel testified, and I ignored every attempt they made to explain themselves since. There was nothing they were going to say to me that could make their involvement any less painful. I know all the charges were dropped after they disclosed the tunnel maps and trade routes for product moving in and out of the city. I think I could have forgiven just the tunnels, in time, but Aedion was helping run the street fights and Gavriel knew what businesses were operating under the table. I just can’t help but think had they spoken up about Arobynn’s illegal dealings, he might not have had the network, power, or capital to have had my parents murdered.”

And there it was. The repulsive, dark truth that had been festering deep within the walls of her heart for years. Resentment and hate bitterly clamored up her throat as she bent over, hands braced on her thighs, gasping for air.  Was she a monster for having no understanding, no compassion for her family? Was she wrong to blame them? Was she as cruel as Arobynn?

The world started to tip, black spots filling her vision as her knees buckled and the ground growing increasingly closer. Familiar muscle flushed against the side of her body, guiding her delicately down. “I don’t know much Fireheart, but there is no world in which you could ever compare to a man like that.” 

One hand held firm against the crown of her head, keeping her upright, while the other ran long, soothing strokes down her back. Nothing else was said between them as they sat there. It could have been five minutes or two hours—Aelin wasn’t sure, but she thanked the gods for the still silence and for the friend she’d found in Rowan. Tonight, had been one of courage and candor, and she had faced it head on. 

She had not yielded when her heart and head had been screaming otherwise. The world, her world was shifting. It was a dull throb somewhere in the depths of her bones, demanding to be felt, noticed. 

Change was coming and she would no longer be afraid. 

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[starryhiraeth]

Now,the 3rd part of “Betrayal then home” is nearly done

But I feel free to request anything,ether comment or message me,I don’t mind

I’m open to all suggestions of what u want to see

(Boys and girls x reader)

Pt1-

Pt2-

[taylorswiftstyle]

Favourite Outfits of 2023: Taylor Swift Style

Candids

Ralph Lauren / Mansur Gavriel / Aeyde, May 24

Alaïa / The Row / Aquazzura, September 9

Gant / Area / Christian Louboutin, October 1

Ralph Lauren / Stella McCartney / Prada, October 26

Stella McCartney / Sheertex / Jimmy Choo x JPG, December 5

What a year it’s been for the resurgence of Taylor’s street style. It’s fitting that in the year of 1989’s re-recorded re-release (down to the very same day) that Taylor would once again use the streets of NYC as the launchpad for her evolving style. 

The outfit that hurled both #Joever into a flaming volcano and Taylor back into the public eye with the flutter of a butterflies’ bejeweled wings. The black and blue seesaw of remixed 90s looks (baggy cargo pants and chunky shoes, denim skorts and lug sole mary janes, punk plaid skirts and combat boots) that spanned from mid-April to mid-October. And finally the ratcheting up of sophistication and glam following the #killahardlaunch that ushered in looks ranging from schoolgirl plaid (have you ever seen so many pleated plaid minis?), to fashun fun (bustiers, leather trenches, and Alaïa oh my), to glam WAG (never has her coat and boot collection been so enviable). 

In 2023, Taylor’s style reflected someone happy to own her lane of approachably imitable outfits - sorry to those who expect anything else. While also reflecting her growing desire to bejeweled in the expansion of her jewelry collection - thanks to 3 new lobe piercings done in August (2 right/1 left) that’s opened the door to not only earring but also necklace and bracelet stacking, too. 

Picking my favourites was hard, but I’m a minimalist neutral girl first and foremost and always.

Photos by Gotham, Raymond Hall, Robert Kamau, and James Devaney via Getty Images

[throneofsapphics]

✧poly!Rowaelin✧ ✧poly!Manorian✧

✧Manon✧

obedient* just one afternoon quiet* of no consequence another lesson* dating manon and nesta running from the truth* forbidden fruit red* manon helping you on your period a little help pine trees and storm clouds teaching moment you're hiding something* breaking point*

✧Dorian✧

not worth remembering patience* tuesdays all eyes are on you there you go again the right reasons* the art of relaxing breathless* pretty poison a favor

✧Fenrys✧

end of the night* broken promises ↳ (part two) get up off the roof between the heavens and the embers lovemaking* deadly instincts busy mornings

✧Manon x Reader x Asterin✧

think for yourself ↳ you did learn pretend* lifeline on the edge*

✧Aelin✧

morning dew and flames* I could be a better boyfriend keep it together*

✧Asterin✧

berries* born rivals audience* supposed to be us

✧poly!Elorcan✧

exploring pleasure*

✧Elide✧

closed doors & open bottles

✧Asterin x Reader x Elide✧

cinnamon

✧Rowan✧

keep still* a friendly hand* old faces ↳ continued as poly!rowaelin

✧Lorcan✧

finishing up work* a deal between friends* capable of chaos

✧Gavriel✧

pretty apologies*

✧Lorcan & Fenrys & Rowan✧

the arrangement*

✧Next Gen✧

Lysaedion's Daughter pick them better ↳ take two (pt2) snitch questionable decisions (x manorian's son) Rowaelin's Daughter reasonable situation secrets never last all good things come to an end

[breathingsbooks]

Fenrys x Reader

You watched Rowan leap in between Aelin and Skull’s Bay, her eyes went wide. A heartbeat later she swung her arm away from him. Instincts bleating, you reacted, screaming for your men to MOVE. You lunged for the crew you had stationed near the young queen. The blast sounded, the shouting and splitting wood barely registered as you grabbed the nearest pirate and yanked him past you. The force of the eruption launched your body into the air.

You felt the searing pain in your leg before you hit the water. Your body tumbled in the chaos as you flung your arms around, trying to gain your bearings. You clenched your fists, the water around you steadied, allowing you to claw your way up to the surface. Fighting to get air in your lungs as you took in the destruction around you. Three Valg ships remained, and the Sea Dragon was reduced to rubble, floating on the waves. A breath of relief rushed out when you noticed most of your men survived, Rolfe hauling them onto Lysandra’s scaled back on the far side of the ruined ship.

A head of silver hair flashed in the corner of your eye. Rowan was cutting through the water, aiming for a reef not too far off. Remembering the sea wyverns, you swam for it too. Clamping your teeth on your lip as you paddled for the reef, the pain in your leg bellowed, slowing you down. The magic escaped your grasp as you tried to get the water to push you forward. Have you really run out already? It seemed too soon to be depleted, but this damn magic stuff was hard. You had to learn how to control it, clearly teaching yourself hasn’t worked.

Strong, calloused hands gripped your shoulder. “Grab on to me,” Gavriel, the lion shifter, on your left.

“I know how to swim, go help someone who needs it.” You ordered.

“You need it. You aren’t moving fast enough with that leg,” He pulled your arm around his shoulders, “Hold on.”

Pride stinging, you obeyed and held on to him as he swam toward his friend.

Rowan kept scanning the sea, even as he crouched to help pull you up onto the reef. Gavriel followed less than a moment later. You bit back a scream as you put weight on your leg. The sound broke free when you looked down to see a splinter of wood the size of your foot sticking out of your thigh. Rowan snapped his arms out to steady you as you teetered, his eyes never leaving the bay.

“I have to pull it out to heal it.” Gavriel’s calming but urgent tone drew your eyes away from the injury and to his tawny ones. You nodded.

Rowan muttered a thank you to the gods as he spotted Fenrys and Aelin making their way towards the reef, but still a ways out.

“Rowan,” He turned to the golden haired man at the firm tone. They stared at each other. Rowan’s chin dipped once, confirming something from their silent conversation. He wrapped one arm around your middle a heartbeat before Gavriel yanked the splinter out. The leg holding all your weight buckled, the prince behind you keeping you upright. The warrior in front of you gripped your thigh with his glowing hands, your blood coating them as he began to quickly heal your wound.

Adrenaline sparkled in your veins from the chaos. Aelin and Fenrys were swimming closer. The latter had been his magic to leap further, but they still weren’t close enough. Shifting your weight to your good leg, you tapped Rowan’s tattooed arm twice and told him to go. He dove into the water without hesitation and began swimming towards the female.

You squatted down to offer a hand and haul Aelin up. Gavriel’s grip on your thigh kept you from toppling over, though the pain surging in your thigh had black spots dancing in your vision. Rowan and Fenrys hauled themselves up, the prince immediately scanning Aelin for any injury. She waved him off with a hand.

Fenrys bent over, panting with his hands on his knees, and said to no one in particular, “I’m out.” Rowan gave him a single sharp nod.

“I’ll need to work on it again later, but you’re good for now,” Gavriel said as he rinsed his hands in the sea. You nodded your thanks and tested your weight on it. Still tender, you’d likely have a limp for a while, but not at risk of bleeding out. You’d take it.

Fenrys slowly straightened, his hands moving to support his lower back as he took a deep breath, “Don’t you have water magic? Shouldn’t you be able to heal yourself with the water and healing magic tendencies?”

“Pirates aren’t exactly flush with magic tutors. Self taught, and shit’s harder than it looks. For lack of a better term, water magic is slippery, I can’t get a good enough grip on it to control it like that.”

The male smirked and opened his mouth to reply but a loud crash and roar had everyone’s attention snapping to it. Lysandra was facing off against two sea wyverns.

After the shifter killed the two beasts, a collective stomach drop could almost be heard as three full grown sea wyverns came to avenge their young. Lysandra, Dorian and Aedion defeated them in the most incredible battle you had ever witnessed. Fenrys had to steady you with a hand on your elbow as the battle raged - your adrenaline ebbing, the pain in your leg became more prevalent. As soon as Lysandra headed towards the shore, your group on the reef dove for the beach. Aedion was already with Lysandra when you all arrived. Fenrys and Gavriel halted by the tree line while Aelin surged forward, the silver prince on her heels. You stopped somewhere in the middle, giving them space.

“What happened?” Aedion asked, eyes trained on his cousin, “What the hell happened out there?”

“I’d also like to know what the hell that was!” You echoed, limping closer.

“Now is not the time.” Rowan snapped, looking at both you and the general, his green eyes lingering on Aedion.

Your temper surged, “No? When would be the proper time for me to be angry about the lives of my men? Give me a timeframe, you godsdamn bastard!” The terror of the battle wearing off, giving way to your fury at what happened on that ship. Attempting to stomp through the sand to Aelin, your limp hindering the threat you tried to present.

Fenrys cut off your path with little effort and growled in warning, your blood reaching a boiling point at the sound.

Through your gritted teeth, you snarled right back, “Keep growling, dog, and your pelt will be the new rug in my cabin.”

“Enough.” Gavriel commanded, the growling ceased but your eyes stayed locked on the onyx ones. The shimmering you saw in them was enough to reignite the rage you were trying to stuff down.

You lunged at him, hands raised to wrap around his throat, but faltered when you had to balance on your bad leg. His hands that flung out to grip your wrists doing as much to hold you up as they did to keep your hands off his neck.

Wrenching them back, you turned back towards the scene on the beach.

“I’ll stay,” Aedion said. “You deal with Rolfe.”

Aelin and Rowan headed off to do as much, Aedion remained by the shifter’s side. You heard Gavriel offer to grab supplies and stay with them. Having no desire to hang around the awkward family reunion, you hobbled back to town.

Fenrys followed a few steps behind you, though he could have easily made it back to his lodgings without your pace slowing him down.

“I’m perfectly capable of walking back to town by myself,” You gritted, keeping your focus ahead of you.

“Oh I’m sure, but Gavriel will never let me hear the end of it if I left you to stumble home alone.”

“Leash a little tight, pup?”

He chuckled, “Another dog joke? I gave you too much credit, thinking you were far more clever than you clearly are.”

“Think of me often, do you?”

“Darling, I only think of you often enough to picture besting you when sparring, I delight in your anger.” The male now walking by your side.

“If you wanted to challenge me so badly, you could have just asked. I’d love the chance to filet you.” Your smile edged with distaste. “I’ll meet you at dawn in the courtyard.” You batted your lashes.

“Not unless you’re fully healed. It will be too easy with the injury, I want it to last longer than a minute.”

You chuckled, “Don’t have much experience holding out?”

Fenrys started just a fraction, blinking before a smirk grew on his face. “No complaints in my immortal, indulgent life.”

You rolled your eyes, sidestepping the glint in his eyes at the turn in conversation. “I’d argue that this injury would put us on equal footing.”

“You do realize I’m a fae warrior with over a hundred years of battle experience, right?” His golden brows rose.

You glanced sidelong at him, one brow cocked, “And I’m just a stupid little half-breed with less than ten years of training from pirates, right?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Fenrys blurted, halting and facing you.

You shrugged, “It’s ok, it’s more fun when you underestimate me anyway. Makes the victory even more…” You trailed off, turning your head to him. You cocked your head, akin to a predator assessing prey. Your purposefully half lidded eyes met his before sliding down to his lips. A subtle, almost subconscious darting of your tongue to the corner of your lips, delicately swiping just a little over your top lip. Driving it home with a hitch in your breath, gazing into his eyes again, you breathed, “Delicious.”

Fenrys stood impossibly still, but the smallest catch in his breath and the change in his scent gave it away.

You laughed and faced forward again, “Too easy.” You silently swore as your thigh burned, slowing your exit.

“Alright, I’ll concede that one. Looking forward to paying it back, honey,” He drawled, three strides putting him back on pace with you again.

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder to gain my interest, mutt.”

Fenrys grinned. “Interest? No, I meant the upperhand.” You rolled your eyes.

A block and a half, a few more snide remarks and you stood in front of your meager lodgings. Barely more than a bedroom, bathing room and kitchen, but it served its purpose when you were in between sailings. If he had any thoughts on the building, Fenrys thankfully didn’t share them.

“Ok, you saw me home. Shoo,” You waved a hand at him.

He looked up at the second level window. “Can you manage the stairs?”

Eyes closed, you sighed, “I’ve done far more with far worse. Now leave.”

Fenrys shrugged, and walked away. He half turned his head, still walking, “Ocean Rose courtyard, an hour before dawn. Gavriel can fix up your leg before we start swinging.” You grunted and headed into the building. Prick.

[danikamariewrites]

Could I please make a request for 'Cadre part2' maybe some hurt/comfort were reader and Lorcan get into another fight and he says something that hurts the reader, so reader decides to ignore everyone the Cadre until he gives them a proper apology.

Not on Speaking Terms

Cadre x reader

A/n: please accept this peace offering until I’m in a smutty mood again. I’m so sorry for the wait on part 2, I genuinely feel bad bc you guys have been asking for more so I decided to get this one done tn ❤️❤️

Warnings: hurt/comfort poly relationship, and Lorcan being a dick

“I can’t with this right now Lorcan.” You growl out, stomping down the hall to your bedroom. “Yes, we’re doing this now!” His booming voice catching up with you as he jogged to catch up with you. “You’re being selfish and you aren’t listening to me.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks. He saw your shoulders stiffen as your back straightened. You quickly turned on your heel to face him with rage simmering in your eyes. “You did not just say that to me.” You growled.

After that exciting night in the war tent with the boys you all realized there was something more than sexual attraction. You truly love all of them and they love you. When you woke up in the middle of the night you found you had been moved to the bigger bed. You were still on Gavriel’s chest. As you blinked the tiredness from your eyes you found the rest of the males asleep next to you.

At breakfast the next morning Fenrys had shamelessly brought up the subject, wanting to clear the awkwardness from the group. The White Wolf winked at you as the conversation started. Since that morning you officially started dating Rowan, Gavriel, Fenrys, and Lorcan.

It was tough to make sure you spent an equal amount of time with each of them at first. They all tended to be jealous and territorial. Especially Lorcan. You knew he and Rowan had a history of having the same partner, but he wasn’t used to this. You and Lorcan got into little spats here and there when he wouldn’t listen to you or give you space when you needed it. Lorcan loves you so much and just wants to make you happy. He just has trouble with his emotions sometimes.

During training g this morning you and Lorcan got into one of those slats that somehow escalated when you were trying to explain to him why you aren’t doing anything with any of the boys today. The fact that Lorcan is calling you selfish while you continuously put off plans to be with him when he felt neglected is insane.

“Stay away from me.” You said before turning away to hurry to your room. You didn’t see Lorcan’s hurt expression from your harsh command. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But if you wanted space Lorcan would let you have it.

You locked yourself in your own bedroom for the rest of the day. You didn’t even come out for dinner. A little after seven there was a knock on your door. “Y/n,” Fenrys calls out. You didn’t want to hear it. “Go away Fen!” Your tone left no room for argument. He sighed and shuffled away.

Rowan, who can always talk to you was shut out next. Even Gavriel. The most level headed one was turned away. But he wouldn’t give up. Gavriel came back to your room on the morning asking what happened. You whip the door open to find him with his arms crossed, an exasperated look on that gorgeous face. His tawny eyes sparkled with mischief. His face quickly fell when he noticed your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

“What?” Your voice monotone. Gavriel clears his throat trying to not let your attitude throw him off. “I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. Lorcan didn’t give us the full story and I want to help you two-“ “No.” you cut him off. You knew where this was going. Gavriel wanted to help you two come to a compromise so you could fix whatever has happened between you. Not this time.

“That’s not how it’s going to work this time. Until Lorcan can be a big boy and have a conversation with me himself I’m not speaking to any of you. The male is 400 years old.” You slam the door in Gavriel’s face so hard his hair flys back.

Lorcan feels guilty. He really does, but he hates admitting he’s wrong. Gavriel and Rowan told him he’s on his own and that you were right, he needs to start fixing problems with you on his own or Lorcan wouldn’t have you any more.

It took all day for Lorcan to rehearse what he is going to say to you. Fenrys laughed when he caught Lorcan talking to himself in the mirror. But the pup did give good advice, “Go with what your heart tells you. Not what you can come up with in your mind, it isn’t authentic.” When the hell did Fenrys get so wise, he thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Lorcan collects himself and lightly knocks on your door. “Who is it?” You call out. “It’s me, can I come in sweetheart.” He hears you groan along with the blankets shuffling as you roll over. Lorcan contained his annoyance and entered your room. You let out another loud groan and pull the blankets over your head. Lorcan makes his way over to the bed. When he sits the mattress dips a noticeably amount thanks to his large body.

“Can we talk?” He asks softly, resting a hand on your calf. “Fine.” You sit up letting the blankets fall off leaving your hair a frizzy mess. Lorcan huffs out a quiet laugh, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches out to smooth out your hair. “I’m sorry I called you selfish. I was just…I didn’t understand that you needed space.”

“It’s not just my space. I just wanted you to understand that I give up a lot when you ask for me. I love you Lorcan, and I don’t want us to keep having these fights.” Lorcan cups your face and you lean into his touch. “I promise I’ll work on it. I love you sweetheart.” He leans forward kissing your forehead. “Goodnight, I’ll let you get some sleep.”

He stands ruffling your already messy hair a little. You grab his hand and pull Lorcan back to your bed. “Wait. I’ve been alone too long and I miss you guys. Can we all sleep together?” Lorcan gave you the biggest smile you’d ever seen from him. He quickly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggle as he runs down the hall to your shared room with the boys.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

could i request a gavriel x reader where reader is the best friend of aedion but also rowans sister, she flirts with gavriel and aedion and rowan hate it so much. she calls him dilf and has a crush on him but doesn’t actually make any move until one day where he snaps and they kiss bc the teasing is too much. they sneak around for months and become mates but they don’t want to tell anyone bc she doesn’t want to upset aedion and her brother, so they consume the mating bond in secret but when they come down for dinner, no matter how hard he tries to shield her scent, they smell gavriel all over her, they also notice how she’s clinging to him.

I settled for her being Rowan's sister and there are some other little tweaks. Hope you don't mind them.

Next part

To keep your heart

Gavriel hated himself for it. He hated himself more than he could even imagine he could. Rowan was his friend. A lifelong friend. Someone whom Gavriel trusted. Someone Gavriel was ready to die for and yet here he was in a bed, pressing his sister against his chest.

It ripped at Gavriel. There rarely were secrets between them. Rowan was like no other. He had listened and inked Gavriel's skin when grief ripped at the lion immensely. But it took one look. One look in you, wrapped in Rowan's cloak, soaked through by the rain, trembling and scared. Blood dripping from the side of your head for Gavriel to know that his fate was cruelly intertwined with yours.

"You're thinking about it again", your voice was barely a whisper as you tilted your head upwards. Gavriel exhaled, eyes still on the ceiling above him. He felt your worry growing and his fingers, as if working on their own, moved to stroke your back. "I've known him for most of my life. I watched him mature, fall in love, lose the ones he loved, fight in deadly battles", his voice cracked slightly.

"We can... I could just go", you moved to pull away from the male you had been sneaking around with for some time now but Gavriel gripped your wrist. "That's the problem, my heart", Gavriel turned to you this time, his ancient eyes soft as he watched you, "I don't want you to go but I fear the storm this might unleash". You knew this was coming. You could hide this for the time being but you were marked by Gavriel now. He had taken your maidenhead. His scent was intertwined with yours now. It was a miracle that Rowan or anyone else hadn't felt it yet.

"I don't want to cause you problems, Gavriel. If this might split up the cadre...", you were willing to pull yourself away from the man you had fallen in love with. But it felt as if he hadn't heard your voice as he spoke, "I'm serious about you. I haven't just done this on a wimp. I value the gifts of your body that you shared with me", he moved to cup your face softly, "But most of all I value your heart. I want to keep it. I don't want to let go if it", his words were barely a whisper. You leaned your forehead against him, "Then it's yours to keep, lion".

It was late the next morning when you awoke from slumber. Gavriel cursed under his breath as he reached for his clothes that were scattered over his bedroom floor. You moved to sit up, eyes still sleepy as you watched your lover nearly falling over while he tried to pull up his pants. You chuckled, making Gavriel growl, "Don't you laugh at me, woman", but that only made you let out a proper chuckle. That made Gavriel still before he leaped onto the bed. Making you let out a shriek as he attacked your neck with kisses.

You were surprised to find all of the males still sitting around the table when you finally made your way to the kitchen. It was oddly silent and you halted on the last step. "Did I forget to bring back eggs?", you asked innocently, you know how particular some of them were about their breakfast. But Fenrys only smirked at your words. Even Lorcan had a smug smile on his face. You stepped closer toward them. A gust of wind, catching your loose curls. Rowan's hand gripped his cutting knife tighter. A deep growl rumbled within his chest.

"Rowan, let's talk about it", Gavriel pleaded but Rowam made a beam line over the table toward him. A scream slipped past your lips as you moved to run towards them, only to be met with Fenrys and Lorcan blocking your way. "No, Roro, please. Please, you can't hurt him", you shouted through the sound of the tassel that was leaving the kitchen in shreds.

"You filthy bastard, how could you?", Rowan snarled, fangs out as he shoved Gavriel onto what remained of the dining table, "You sworn, all of you did. She was off limits". You trashed against the two males that held you. Gavriel fought back enough to not let himself get killed but allowed Rowan's blows to strike true. "And it ate at me all this time. I care for her, she...", but his words were cut off by Rowan's fist, "I'll gut you", he promised.

You let out another cry, "You can't and you won't", and you yanked at your hands. Rowan held Gavriel against the wall now. The fear within you. The pain that started to grow within you finally broke loose, "You won't harm him because Gavriel is my mate", the room stilled. It felt as if there was no oxygen in it. "If you kill him... You'll kill me too, brother", you muttered, the hands holding you loosened and you wasted no time as you rushed forward. Rowan took a couple of steps backward. You quickly took your brother's place and cupped Gavriel's bruised face softly. The tug on the bond told you enough. He was fine. As fine as he could be for now. A loud banging of the door made you flinch but you didn't need to turn around to know that it was Rowan who had stormed out.

Gavriel moved to wrap his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to his chest. You let the warmth of him soothe the ache in your chest. You hoped Rowan would come to terms with it. You didn't want to lose him. Gavriel pressed a loving kiss to the side of your head. "We'll watch over him... you two... just...", Lorcan said before his own words failed him. "We'll have your backs. Congratulations, guys. This is big", Fenrys smiled at you both, before tapping Lorcan's shoulder as the two males stepped out as well.

[shadowdaddies]

love, can you write something really spicy for gavriel? i love how soft he is, i need him to be a whimpering mess

Gavriel is the DILFiest of all DILFs change my mind

Every Part

Gavriel x f!Reader smut

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, minors dni

Leaning against the doorframe separating your bedroom from the bathroom, you watched Gavriel, who sat shirtless on your bed, seemingly deep in thought as he looked down at the tattooed names along his body. 

Your heart sank, knowing that look all too well. The kindest, most devoted male you’d ever met, who was so hard on himself for any mistake. He never forgot the names of those he couldn’t save, something that tortured him, yet it was one of the parts of him that you loved most. 

“Gavriel,” you purred, hips swaying as you prowled towards him. His tawny eyes flicked to yours, lined with a sorrow that you couldn’t bear to see. Stopping in front of him, you cradled his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his. “I love you,” you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his lips before you trailed along his sharp jawline, down his throat. 

A groan escaped Gavriel as you licked a stripe along his collarbone, biting the tanned skin at the base of his throat. Rolling your hips into his with increasing desperation, you pushed him back on the mattress, lifting up to admire the glazed look in his eyes, his golden hair splayed out beneath him. “I love you,” he murmured, tucking your own hair behind an ear as he looked up at you, nothing but adoration in his eyes.

With a wicked smirk, you kissed your way down his body, stopping to lick and suck on each of his abs as your nails raked down his sides. A gasp left Gavriel’s lips, hips jerking beneath your touch as you reached the waistband of his pants. “Please, let me touch you, love,” he ground out, his voice husky with desire. 

A soft laugh escaped you at his plea, the simple shake of your head your only answer for him as you dragged his pants down, clawing his legs as you sank lower. Stepping back, you looked down at the strong male, completely bare beneath you as he pleaded for more of your touch. 

You reveled in the whimper that left his lips as you kissed your way up his thigh, his hard cock emanating heat as you hovered over him, soft teasing breaths causing him to buck up towards you. With a sharp laugh, you pinned his hips to the bed. “Let me go at my pace, or I will stop,” you breathed in warning.

Gavriel stilled at your words, muscles tightening as the male attempted to obey. A sick satisfaction ran through you at his desire to please, which surged your own. You lowered yourself, breasts rubbing against his thighs as your tongue licked a stripe over the slit of his cock, moaning at the salty taste of precum on your tongue. 

His cock twitched in your hold as you sucked on the tip, hollowing your cheeks as you took him as deep as you could. Gagging as he hit the back of your throat, you brought one hand to reach the length that your mouth couldn’t, sucking harshly as you thrust your tongue up and down his shaft, pumping your hand. You moaned as he thrust into your hand, panting as he gripped your hair. 

Gavriel pulled you off of him, chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. “Not yet,” he choked out, pulling you up his body. You ground your hips against him, head falling into the crook of his neck at the relief. “Please, let me pleasure you,” Gavriel whispered, licking a stripe up the shell of your ear. 

You nodded, limp in his hands as he flipped you onto your back. Effortlessly ripping off your nightgown, Gavriel pinned your wrists above your head as he sucked harshly on your neck. You moaned, eyes rolling back as he moved down your body, tongue flicking out against your right nipple, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud before he moved to the other. You writhed under his hold, babbling pleas for more as he released your wrists, moving down to grip your thighs open as he inhaled the scent of your arousal.

Gasping, you squirmed under his hold as Gavriel licked a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. “So sweet,” he murmured, diving into your heat. Gavriel sucked on your clit, canines digging in on either side as you pulsed under his lips. His tongue flicked out, the friction of his tongue in contrast with his spit soothing your sensitive core. 

Your back arched as he dipped his tongue into your center, the hot muscle caressing your walls as you clenched around him. Gavriel laughed, a feline smirk gracing his lips as he continued his assault on you, lips and teeth brushing your clit as he pushed a finger inside of you, curling against your sensitive walls. 

A tightness coiled in your gut, breaths becoming shallow as he worked you through your orgasm. Gavriel’s own hips rutted against the bed as you screamed his name, panting for air as you tugged him up towards you. You pulled him into you, tasting yourself on his lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard cock rubbing against your center in sinful delight.

“Fuck, Gavriel, please,” you mewled, arching into him, desperate for any friction you could get. He hung his head, grunting at your movements as he found the strength to bring his cock to your entrance, rubbing the head against your pussy. You bit your lip, lifting your hips towards him in a silent request.

Gavriel slid into you, a slightly painful stretch as always while he settled inside, stretching your core. You nodded, urging him to begin moving as Gavriel pounded into you, lewd moans escaping as you braced your hands above you to avoid hitting the headboard. You clenched around his cock, the only warning before you crashed into your orgasm, the feeling of his thumb against your clit dizzying as you writhed helplessly under his thrusts. 

Gavriel came soon after, a roaring cry leaving his lips as his hot cum spilled inside of you, both of you lost to pleasure as his thrusts turned sloppy. “So good for me,” he murmured, lowering to kiss down your neck as he stilled inside of you. 

You wrapped your legs around Gavriel’s waist, keeping him there for as long as he let you before rolling away, turning you with him. Your eyes locked, a soft smile playing at your lips as you admired the beautiful, selfless male in front of you. “I love you,” you whispered again. 

Gavriel swallowed thickly, emotion dancing in his eyes as he took in the sight of you. “I love you, more than you know, my love.”

[gothicbabydollz]

omg you ask Aedion to train you and its going well and Gavriel loses his shit every time he looks out the window and sees you there, panting and sweaty. and one day he’s outside with you guys and it distracts you. and you accidentally get hurt and Aedion is quickly apologizing, already assessing where you’re hurt and how to fix it. but Gavriel comes over and is pissed at his son and tells him to get out of the way. And as soon as he looks at you and sees the tears you’re trying to hold back and you give him a broken “it’s okay” his face softens and he’s like “c’mere”. he’s so soft and gentle with you, heals you, and then picks you up bridal style to carry you inside, not before casting one more glare at his son. And he’d make you stay over so he can dote on you some more.

I uh- got a little carried away

Imagine when a tear does slip down your cheek, Gavriel’s already there, his thumb brushing over your skin, wiping it away. “You’re gonna be okay, honey. Just a little longer,” He says softer than silk. You’re gazing up at him with those wide, teary eyes, you have so much trust in him. Gavriel doesn’t want to look away, he feels as though he could spend hours staring into your pretty eyes. But that gash on your thigh is deeper than expected. Gavriel shouts something over to Aedion, still apologising despite you assuring him it’s fine, accidents happen. Too busy admiring the older male, you can barely make out what he’s saying, something about telling Aedion to head into town, pick up herbs and salves for your leg.

Your friend jogs off. Leaving you alone with his father for gods knows how long. Not that you mind one bit. You’re almost grateful. You didn’t miss how Gavriel’s eyes were roaming your body while you were training, the way he’s been looking at you for months now. You’re brought back too when Gavriel’s hand cups your thigh. You gasp. Neither of you knowing whether it’s from the pain or the contact. “You’re doing so well,” He tells you, the praise twisting deep in your belly and you have to bite your lip in attempt to calm yourself. You’re unaware that Gavriel could hear the way your heart began racing. He smiles to himself, finishing up your leg.

Before you know it, you’re being scooped into his arms and carried towards the house. Clutching onto him, you laugh quietly, “I-I can walk. It doesn’t hurt much.” Gavriel looks at you, his stare making your skin feel hot, there’s a hint of a smirk on his lips. “You really want me to put you down?” You keep quiet, answering him by hiding your face in his shoulder. “Thought so.”

You’re still smiling when Gavriel sets you down on the kitchen counter. He’s so close, standing between your legs while he massages the spot on your thigh where the slash once was. You can’t tell if this is real or if you’re dreaming. “Are you okay?” He checks, free hand cupping your face. You nod, too focused on the way his hands feel on you. Images of him touching you in other ways, in more intimate places are flashing through your mind. “I need words, little one. Gotta let me know how you’re feeling.” Nodding again, you wet your lips, Gavriel’s eyes briefly tearing away from yours to watch the action. “I’m okay, I promise,” You cover his hand with yours, “Thank you.”

“Good girl.” Gavriel smiles, hearing the whimper that escapes you in response, “Do you need anything?” Your thumb strokes the back of his hand, a wave of confidence washing over you. “Just you.” Gavriel steps closer, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly. He tilts your head back, you can feel his breath fanning across your face. “Is that right?” He doesn’t give you time to respond, leaning in to capture your lips with his. You grip the edge of the countertop, truly believing that your heart has stopped working.

He’s so gentle, kissing you softly, slowly, making sure you’re comfortable with his mouth on yours. And gods you are, you’ve wanted this for so long. When Gavriel’s tongue finally sweeps past your lips, you can’t help but moan. With that assurance, he kisses you deeper, harder. Your arms wind their away around Gavriel’s neck as he guides you, tastes you, his tongue exploring your mouth. His arm wraps around your waist, dragging your body closer to him, you can feel his warmth spreading across you. He’s everywhere. You never want to stop kissing him. You don’t care that he’s your best friend’s father. Not when his mouth feels this good moulding against yours.

Gavriel pulls his mouth away from yours when he feels your thighs squeezing his hips in your attempt to relieve the pulsing between your legs. “I can’t- we can’t,” He drops his head to your shoulder, the both of you panting heavily. You shiver, the male planting a kiss to the side of your neck. “Aedion’s going to be home soon,” Gavriel reminds you, lifting his head. He takes your jaw in his hand, gently turning your head so you’re looking at him. His eyes are dark. Serious. “And trust me when I say this, little one. When I have you for the first time, I want to spend hours taking you apart. On my fingers, on my tongue. And then we’ll see if you’re really ready to take an older male.”

[autumnshighlady]

Guys My Age

Gavriel x f!reader

summary: You’re Lorcan and Elide’s daughter, as well as Aedion’s best friend. Your family is staying with Gavriel and Aedion for the weekend, but you’re too sore from sparring with Aedion to go out for dinner. Gavriel volunteers to stay home with you and help you out….

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), age gap, best friend’s dad, dad’s best friend, corruption kink, size kink, fingering, a bit of fluff because I cannot help myself

word count: 8.5k

requests:

“what about losing your virginity to Gavriel? I feel like Gavriel would be great because he is older”  -🌻

“hello! Would you be open to doing dbsf!Gavriel or bsfd!Gavriel?”

“hey! would you mind writing about bsfd!gavriel? corruption kink make me 😳“

“will you write losing your virginity to Gavriel please?”

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

***this is the most requested fic I’ve gotten, I’m so sorry it took so long but it’s finally here! I combined a couple Gavriel requests into one big fic of pure filth, enjoy and please please please let me know what you think! also this is barely proofread because I’m too excited to post it so ignore any mistakes lol -Amara

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Groaning, you reach your arm to rub the back of your shoulder. The muscles shot with pain, and you hissed.

“I’m so sorry.” Aedion apologised for the millionth time that evening.

“It’s fine,” You sighed, gently rubbing the muscle. “It was an accident.”

“Are you sure you’re ok alone?” Your best friend said.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. A few hours ago you had been sparring with Aedion by the lake, falling into your usual routine. However, you caught a glimpse of Gavriel, your best friend’s father, emerging from the lake shirtless. You couldn’t help yourself – that muscled, tattooed body distracted you and as a result, you did not see Aedion’s elbow headed in your direction. You were thrown sideways, colliding with a rock and wrenching the muscles in your back and shoulder.

Hence the soreness. Aedion had apologised countless times, especially after seeing your father Lorcan’s enraged face. For a solid moment you had thought he would rip Aedion’s arms from his body, but your mother Elide quickly calmed him down. Her gentle presence eased the tension, and was apparently enough to convince Lorcan not to kill your best friend.

However, it did put a wrench in tonight's plans. The five of you were supposed to head into the nearby town for dinner and meet up with other members of Aelin’s court, but you did not feel up to it anymore with the ache in your shoulder.

“I’ll be fine.” You snapped, growing tired of everyone’s fussing. “It’s just a sore muscle, I’ll live, Aedion.”

“I should stay with you,” Lorcan said as he entered the room, no doubt having eavesdropped on the conversation. “The rest of you can go out, I’ll stay here.”

“Dad, it’s ok I swear,” You protested angrily. “I’m not a child. Besides, you and mom love going to that restaurant. So go.”

“No.” Your father shot back, glaring at Aedion once again, who had the good sense to shrink from his gaze.

Before you could snap back, a gentler voice spoke up.

“I’ll stay home with her.” Gavriel spoke up.

You turned to look at him, trying not to blush. You hated yourself for crushing on a man who was not only your best friend’s dad, but your father’s best friend. But you couldn’t help it, the man was gorgeous – that blonde hair framed his sharp face perfectly, and those tawny eyes captivated you, sending shivers down your spine every time his gaze landed on you. Sometimes you got a glimpse of the tattoos around his neck and on his chest, and imagined what it would be like to have that towering figure leaning over you, large hands roaming your body and exploring every inch of you.

Sometimes you found yourself staring at him from a distance, doing your best to be subtle. Occasionally Gavriel met your gaze, smirking slightly before moving on. Thankfully, Aedion and Lorcan remained oblivious to your desires – desires which have now landed you in an interesting predicament.

“I’m 20,” You said, trying your luck one more time. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It’s not babysitting,” Gavriel countered, leaning against the countertop. “I’m aware you’re not a child. But I have some chores to do here anyways, and you may have hit your head during the fall. I can be here just in case.”

This seemed to satisfy your father. “Fine.” Lorcan grunted.

You were torn between delight and dread – on the one hand, the thought of being alone with Gavriel excited you. The older male was the primary focus of your fantasies that had you waking up hot and bothered in the morning, to the point where your mother thought you were sick. But on the other hand, being alone with your best friend’s gorgeous father…

“Fine.” You sighed, rubbing your shoulder again. “Have fun on your night out.”

Lorcan and Elide kissed you goodbye, Lorcan silently promising death to Gavriel should anything happen to you. Aedion apologised once again, which earned him a punch in the arm with your good shoulder. A deserved one, Aedion said. Within 15 minutes they were out the door, leaving you alone with Gavriel.

You sat silently for a minute, lazily rubbing your shoulder. Gavriel grabbed a glass from the cupboard and began filling it with water. “Would you like some water?” He asked.

“Sure, thanks.” You murmured, only letting your eyes meet his for a second. He was wearing a simple, loose v-neck white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You allowed yourself to gaze a second longer, mouth watering at the tattoos visible beneath the fabric.

Gavriel smiled, filling up a glass and striding over to where you were seated on the couch. Standing in front of you, he handed you the glass. For a second, his fingers lingered, brushing ever so slightly against yours. You blushed slightly, all of the visions of where those fingers had been in your dreams flashing through your mind.

Shut up, this is your best friend’s father and your father’s best friend, you should not be thinking about him like this. You scolded yourself.

“That rock got you pretty good,” Gavriel said, taking a seat beside you. “May I take another look?”

“Uh, sure.” You said, cheeks burning at having him so close in proximity. Gavriel had healed the vicious scrape that was made across your back, but the muscles were still sore as predicted.

You were wearing a wide-necked loose shirt, luckily allowing you to slip one of the sleeves down the shoulder without having to take it off entirely. Turning to face the other way, you let the left sleeve of your shirt fall down to just above your elbow, exposing the sore area.

A gentle hand placed itself on your skin, and your body tingled. You hated yourself for reacting this way to a simple touch, but couldn’t help it – Gavriel’s hand set your nerves aflame, the roughness of it contrasting with his soft touches. His other hand placed itself on your opposite shoulder, making you even more squirmy.

You hissed in pain as he pushed down slightly near your shoulder blade.

“Sorry,” Gavriel’s voice was apologetic. “My healing magic can not do much for sore muscles, but I have an ointment in my room that can help. Would you like that?”

“Yes please.” You said quietly, desperate for the ache in your shoulder to just fuck off.

The older male smiled, pulling your shirt back to its original position and standing up. “Come along,” He said. “Can’t have my son put you in pain now, can we?”

“I punched him back, we’re even.” You clipped, and Gavriel laughed as you headed to the end of the hallway.

“Yes, I imagine that does square you up.” He chuckled.

Twisting the knob, Gavriel opened the door to his room and you stepped in carefully. You had never been in Gavriel’s room, not allowing yourself to see something that some would consider intimate. It was a nice room though, an extremely large bed in the centre with a white rug and comfortable fireplace. Bookshelves adorned one wall, and a pile of weapons much like your father’s was stashed in the other corner.

“Cosy.” You said, taking in the surroundings, noting the candles everywhere.

Gavriel began grabbing something from the drawer. “Yes, I quite like this place.” He said, pulling out a silver tin. “Ah, here it is.”

You stared at him for a second, those tawny eyes made brighter with the glow of the fire. “I can’t exactly reach the sore parts…” You admitted sheepishly, praying Gavriel didn’t notice your flushed cheeks.

“No worries,” Gavriel said, twisting open the lid. “It’ll be easier if I apply it anyway. It would be best if you removed your shirt and laid face down on the bed. This stuff stains and I would hate to get it on your clothing. But if you are uncomfortable with that we can work around it and I will do my best to be careful”

Your mouth went dry. Taking off your shirt for your best friend’s father and father’s best friend? Part of you knew it would be a bad idea, but the other part of you saw this as a subtle opportunity. What was the harm in letting the older male you were crushing on massage your back?

“It’s ok,” You breathed shakily. “I’m fine with it.”

Something flashed in Gavriel’s eyes, but you couldn’t tell what. “Alright, I will turn around. Let me know when you’re ready.”

True to his word, Gavriel turned around. You removed your shirt, grunting at the painful movement in your shoulder before discarding it on the floor. Carefully, you laid yourself facedown on the bed, and the soft sheets felt heavenly.

“Ready.” You mumbled.

A few seconds later you felt the bed shift to your left. Gavriel had kneeled beside you, allowing himself better access to your exposed back. “Tell me if it hurts too much, or if you’d like me to stop.” He said.

You nodded, biting your lip. You tried not to let your excitement show at the anticipation of the older male’s hands on your body. Countless nights had been spent imagining yourself in a scenario like this, laying on Gavriel's bed deprived of your clothes…

You knew you were going straight to hell for this. You could smell Gavriel’s scent so close to you, and were grateful you were facedown in the pillow.

Finally, those large hands found your skin, spreading the warm ointment along your shoulder blade. You bit your lip, and it took everything in you not to moan at his touch. You were so small compared to Gavriel, so delicate underneath his battle-scarred hands. He gently massaged the ointment into your back and shoulder, its healing properties already relaxing your muscles.

“Is this okay?” Gavriel muttered, gently brushing some stray hairs out of the way.

“Yes,” Your voice was little more than a breath. “It’s perfect.”

You could have sworn he smirked, his strokes becoming deeper as he worked on the knotted muscles in your back. Relief and something more intense began to wash over you as he moved up to the top of your shoulder, fingers curling around towards your collarbone as they roamed your skin. Heat built at your core and you tried to think of anything else, anything to distract you from the fact your best friend’s father had his fingertips just above your collarbone while you laid down shirtless on his bed.

He’s just trying to be helpful, You chided yourself. He feels bad that his son injured you, he’s just being friendly.

Yet you could not help the sinful thoughts that crept into your mind as Gavriel’s tattooed hands moved down your upper back, caressing gentle strokes into the muscles. The room was warm, adding to the heat your body was already radiating at his touch. Never before had a male touched you, much to your embarrassment. You were so inexperienced compared to the much older male whose fingers ever so slightly grazed your ribcage–

Before you could stop yourself, you moaned as his thumb dug into a spot below your shoulder blade, releasing a knot of tension as his fingertips skimmed your side just inches from your breast.

Fuck.

Embarrassment washed over you and your cheeks went red with shame. You had just moaned as your father’s best friend’s touch.

“I’m so sorry.” You stammered, squeezing your eyes shut against the pillow.

“It’s alright, little one,” Gavriel said softly, his fingers making another gentle sweep up your sensitive sides. “It’s perfectly natural for your body to react to something that feels good.”

You blushed even harder at the nickname, clenching your thighs together slightly and praying he didn’t notice. Your arousal was quickly heightening, those fingers touching such sensitive areas along your back and sides…

“Besides,” Gavriel’s voice dropped slightly, heating your blood. “I’m sure the males you have taken to bed delighted in your sounds.”

You froze, embarrassment quickly taking over. In your time being friends with Aedion, he had taken to bed more females and males than you could have counted. He was not ashamed of it, nor were you judgemental about it – it was simply a fact everyone knew to be true. But given how close you were with Aedion, his father must have assumed that you were the same as him when it came to lovers.

Wanting to crawl into a hole and die, you said quietly, “I wouldn’t really know.”

Gavriel’s motions paused for a moment, as if he were contemplating something. “Have you not been with a male before?”

Burning with shame, you could not bring yourself to speak, so you merely shook your head to confirm. Your virginity was not something you had taken great effort to preserve or anything, for it truly was not a big deal to you. But to put it simply, there was no male you encountered that you thought would satisfy your first time.

Except for the male kneeling beside your half-naked body.

“Darling,” Gavriel’s tone was gentle. “Am I the first male to put his hands on your bare skin like this?”

“Yes.” You whispered, lifting your head from the pillow and turning it to the side, letting your gaze rest upon Gavriel. His tawny eyes met yours, his motions still paused..

“If this is too much or is uncomfortable in any way and you would rather a female healter or someone else apply the ointment–”

“No,” You cut him off, not wanting Gavriel to stop. “It’s ok. I want it to be you.”

I want it to be you.

So many implications in that phrase, ones that went beyond the question of if you were okay with the golden-haired man applying the ointment to your naked back. As you locked eyes with Gavriel, you could tell he knew what you were feeling. Those fleeting touches, those piercing stares and smirks perhaps hadn’t been so innocent after all. Maybe you were not deluding yourself into thinking you imagined Gavriel’s eyes roaming your body as you strode towards the water in your swimwear. And Gavriel was no fool, you knew he could tell how your body reacted to his touch. He had centuries of experience on him, and surely could spot, and scent, the signs of arousal that surely radiated from your body.

You had desired him for so long, secretly wishing he was the one who could be your first. You imagined countless nights that he would take care of you, exploring your body slowly and teaching you everything he had learned in centuries of pleasure. You imagined how large his fingers would feel inside of you compared to your own, not that you had spent much time pleasuring yourself. No, you wanted him to do it, the man who was your best friend’s father and your father’s best friend.

“Are you sure?” Gavriel’s tone was serious, cautious even – as if he knew the scandalous implications of the direction this was headed.

You nodded. Gods, he was so much older than you, it was so wrong, yet you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more.

Stroking your back gently, Gavriel almost growled, his voice deep and velvety, “I want to hear you say it.”

Shaking, you took a breath, preparing to utter the words you had only dreamed of saying to the older male: “I want it to be you, Gavriel.”

Gavriel smirked, applying more ointment to his hands and placing them on your back – both sides this time, not just the sore area. But his touches were different this time, still gentle but more dominant and filled with assurance. You sighed and tried not to moan again as his hands spread on either side of your spin and worked their way down your back before coming back up to your shoulders. This time, however, those large fingers stroked your sides sensually as they moved across your body.

“Fuck.” You couldn’t help but murmur, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“Did you like that, little one?” Gavriel’s chuckle was seductive, and gone was the lighthearted tone from earlier. The strokes he pressed into your skin were teasing, more pleasure driven and much less innocent.

“Mmhm.” Was all you could bring yourself to hum in response, clenching your legs even tighter to try and relieve the building pressure. Every part of your body screamed for more, but Gavriel did not push it.

You began to realise that he would not give you what you both knew you wanted unless you asked him for it. Both of you knew how poorly it would be received if anyone knew Gavriel was about to bed you – between the age difference and the fact he was your best friend’s father and father’s best friend, the dynamic within your little group would surely implode.

But nobody had to know, right? From the way Gavriel’s touches teased you, you knew that he was aware you wanted him to be the first male to take you to bed, he was just waiting for the green light to do so. It warmed your heart how respectful he was, how he wanted it to be 100% your choice how far to go. He was a good male, through and through.

And there was no other one you wanted to lay with for your first time.

Taking a breath for courage, you lifted your head off the pillow and pushed yourself up slightly. Immediately, Gavriel’s hands flew from your skin, concern written across his face momentarily, likely wondering if he had just fucked up majorly. But instead of standing up and walking away, you simply turned your body over and layed back down on your back rather than your front.

Your bare chest was exposed to the golden male, yet he did not look at it. Instead, his tawny eyes bore into yours, scanning your face. Part of you was terrified that somehow you had severely misread the situation, that Gavriel was about to get angry and kick you out. But the other part of you knew he was dying to ravish you, and gods you wanted that too.

“Do you know why I haven’t been with any males yet, Gavriel?” You asked, voice dropping.

Gavriel said nothing, just cocked his head and kept eye contact with you, as if your eyes were the only thing keeping him from glancing down at your chest on display for him.

“Because I knew none of them would be able to please me.” You sighed, praying you sounded at least somewhat seductively enticing. “Because my friends have complained about how poorly males our age are in bed, how selfish they are when it comes to pleasure.”

You knew Gavriel’s restraint was barely holding on – if he had been a lesser male he would have surely pounced on you by now, eager to take you up on what you were so clearly offering. But despite the tautness in his muscles and the growing bulge in his pants, Gavriel remained still.

So you tried one last time to break him.

“Because they weren’t you.” You purred, reaching out and resting your hand atop of his.

That appeared to be his undoing, for the golden-haired male leaned forward and placed his free, tattooed hand on the bed beside your pillow. His muscular body towered over you, and you began to realise just how small you were beneath him. His beautiful hands that had slain so many enemies were almost twice as big as yours, and the body attached to them even more so. You had always appreciated how….large… Gavriel was, but up close like this it began to awaken something inside of you.

“Am I to understand, little one,” Gavriel said, his face only a foot away from yours. “That you want me to fuck you for your first time?”

The mere utterance of those words turned you on more than you thought was possible. “Yes.” You replied with confidence.

Gavriel smirked, leaning in slightly more. “I need to hear you say it for me. Tell me what you want and I will give it to you.”

This male was going to be the death of you. You so badly wanted him to just touch you already, but part of you liked the buildup, the tension – the making sure you knew what you were doing.

“I want you to fuck me, Gavriel.” You breathed. “I want you to be my first.”

A growl emitted from the older male’s throat, and he manoeuvred his hand out from under your touch and instead brought it to your face. With tenderness, he stroked your cheek, never breaking eye contact once.

“You want me to make you feel good, little one?” He purred. “You want me to show you what it feels like to have your body worshipped? To feel so good you have tears streaming down that pretty face of yours? You want me to show you how it’s done, don’t you, baby?”

You moaned, shuddering under his touch. He was so close, that golden hair mere inches away from tickling your shoulders.

“So responsive,” Gavriel continued, stroking farther down your face and reaching the side of your neck to caress it there. “Have you ever touched yourself, little one? Brought yourself to the edge with those fingers of yours?”

“Not really.” You answered truthfully – there were certainly nights where you dipped your hand between your legs, usually thinking about your best friend’s father as you played with yourself. But it was only half hearted, and it was never enough to bring you close to an orgasm and thus, you never tried much.

But your confession snapped something in Gavriel. His eyes darkened, and he brought his lips down to your cheek and planted a feather-light kiss there. “Oh little one,” He murmured. “I am going to ruin you. I’m going to make you feel so good that no other male or female will be able to compete. Even if you have someone else buried deep inside of you one day, you will only be thinking of me and how only I can truly make you feel good.”

Your entire body shuddered at his words. You had expected Gavriel to be excited maybe at the idea of taking your virginity, but this newfound possessiveness and assurance took you by surprise. And you loved it.

It was true – you could tell by the way he had caressed your body that this male was going to corrupt you entirely, mind body and soul. He was going to claim you as his, and his only. The idea thrilled you.

At your pathetic whimper, Gavriel finally took pity on you. His lips moved from your cheek to your mouth where he finally kissed you. Eagerly you opened your mouth up to him, arching your back as this lips expertly claimed yours.

Holy Gods, Gavriel was kissing you.

Your head spun as the older male slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently caressing it to get a taste of you. Moaning into him, you reached your hands up and wrapped them around his thick, tattooed neck and tried to pull him closer. Gavriel obliged, lowering his body so his clothed chest was almost pressed against your bare one. His scent completely enveloped you, overwhelming your senses. You had been kissed before – hell, you had drunkenly made out with Lysandra a couple of times. But never like this, with so much assurance and fire.

You whimpered as Gavriel’s lips left yours, and he chuckled darkly. “Now, now, be patient.” He chided. “I intend on taking my time with you. Trust me, pretty girl, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Nodding, you sucked in a sharp breath as the male’s lips found your neck, one hand pressed against the side of your neck to manoeuvre it around however he pleased. Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down the side of your neck and up the column of your throat. You swore as Gavriel’s teeth nipped your flesh before his tongue soothed the pain with gentle strokes. Part of you was desperate for him to leave a ring of bruises around your neck, marking you to the world as his, but rationally speaking you both knew that was a bad idea. Your father may be clueless at times, but he would easily piece things together if he saw you covered in hickies – and would likely attempt to end his friend’s life in a fit of rage.

After tasting every inch of your neck, Gavriel lifted his head to meet your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“So good,” You almost moaned. “More, please.”

He chuckled at your eagerness, but obliged your request. That sinful, corrupting mouth left more of those hot kisses all over your chest, leaving a trail down to your breasts where he paused for a moment.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Gavriel growled, squeezing your breast in one of his hands and making you gasp. “It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to storm over there and ravish you when I see you walking around in that swim top with those perfect tits on display. Got me all hot and bothered, I had to wait until everyone was outside so I could go take a shower and take care of myself. All because of you, little one.”

If you weren’t lying down you were sure you would have collapsed at Gavriel’s confession. The thought of him stroking himself in the shower, naked and thinking of your body…

Before you could finish your thoughts, Gavriel’s head leaned back down and his lips wrapped around your left nipple. You cried out, his name leaving your lips as the male flicked the bud with his tongue. Your other breast was enclosed in his other hand, which was firmly grasping and massaging the flesh with just the right amount of pressure. After a particularly hard suck, Gavriel released your left breast with a lewd pop before switching to the other one.

You moaned, tipping your head back and relishing in the sensation. It was pure sin, you laid out half-naked on your best friend’s father’s bed as the older male buried his face in your chest, bathed in the orange light from the fireplace. You prayed your parents and Aedion would be out for a long night with the rest of the court – you wanted to enjoy Gavriel for as long as possible in this moment.

“So perfect.” He murmured after another few minutes of his sweet torture on your breasts. He kissed your stomach, smirking. “I bet you’re just dripping for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You were in fact, utterly drenched. And Gavriel knew it – he could likely smell it after all, but his words thrilled you nonetheless. But when you didn’t respond, Gavriel’s teeth gently nipped your soft flesh and you yelped.

“I asked you a question, little one.” He growled, hands stroking your sides and gently teasing your hip bones.

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, you moaned out a phrase you thought you’d only ever say in your most sinful dreams, “Yes, daddy!”

Gavriel paused, and the realisation of what you had said just hit you. Oh gods, you just called your best friend’s father ‘daddy’, it was so fucking wrong. Mortification overcame you, and you blurted out apologies.

“I’m so sorry,” You said. “I swear I didn’t-”

“Hush,” Gavriel’s voice was soft yet stern. “You did nothing wrong, little one. Let it out, let Daddy know how good he’s making you feel.”

Reeling, you let out a breath. Only in your wildest dreams did you ever think you could live out this fantasy, letting a male centuries older than you dominate you and call him daddy. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together.

The movement did not go unnoticed by Gavriel. Grinning like a feral cat, the golden-haired male gripped your hips and slid his fingers below the waistband of your pants.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” He questioned, ever so slightly pulling down on the fabric.

“Yes.” You moaned.

“Then lift your hips for me.”

You did so, allowing Gavriel to peel both your pants and panties down your legs. He did so slowly, tawny eyes locked on yours as the fabric was removed from your body. He gently tossed them on the floor next to the bed. You were left completely bare for him, squirming as Gavriel’s gaze shamelessly wandered down your body and settled on the apex between your thighs.

You had never felt so vulnerable, left on display for a male who has been around for centuries bedding gorgeous women all over the country. You weren’t one for self-pity, but part of you was insecure that you could never compare to them. And yet Gavriel looked at you like you were the most alluring female in the world, chest rising up and down with desire as he stared down at your naked form.

“Look at you, all dripping and ready for me.” His voice was velvet and silk, laced with a desire that sent even more wetness to your core. “So fucking perfect, laid out for me like a goddess at the altar to be worshipped. I cannot wait to taste you.”

“You’re too dressed.” You complained.

“We shall remedy that, then.” Gavriel smirked before sitting up fully. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and effortlessly peeled it off, tossing it to the side. His grin was of pure male pride as you salivated over his sculpted, tattooed chest. Sure you had seen him shirtless before, but up close in the glow of the fire light was entirely different. His golden hair framed his face artfully, coming down just below his shoulders. He looked like a god, power and prowess personified in front of your very eyes.

Large hands found your thighs and grasped them before dragging your body down towards the edge of the bed. You gasped at how easily he did it, as if you weighed absolutely nothing to him – which was probably true. Before you could process what was happening, Gavriel dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the bed and pried your legs open. He lifted one of them up and pressed heated kisses up along the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp. You were practically aching with need at this point, his kisses getting so close to your core before switching to the other leg and repeating the process.

You whimpered, wriggling your hips in the hopes Gavriel would do something.

“So eager,” Gavriel murmured, placing your legs back down. “It’s ok, Daddy will give you what you need so desperately, do not worry.”

You expected him to shove two of those large fingers into you, as Aelin had quite graphically, and drunkenly, described Rowan doing to her several times. You tensed up in preparation for the foreign intrusion, but it did not come. Instead, Gavriel leaned forward and buried his face between your legs, licking a bold stripe up your pussy.

“Holy fuck.” You breathed. The new sensation had you reeling like a hurricane, sparks of pleasure igniting from your core as Gavriel skillfully stroked and lapped at your juices. You had no idea your body was capable of feeling this way – it was almost overwhelming, between his mouth and the firm grip he kept on your hips.

You could tell he was holding back a bit, that he wanted to simply ravish you but did not desire to overwhelm you completely. Whimpering as Gavriel’s lips found your clit and sucked, your hands shot to his golden hair instinctively.

“That’s a good girl,” Gavriel purred against your pussy, sending vibrations straight into your core. “Pull on Daddy’s hair.”

You obliged, digging your fingers into the locks and tugging as he dove back into your thighs. The male growled as you pulled like he asked, clearly enjoying himself. Your moans echoed throughout the room like a symphony mixed with the crackling of the fireplace and the lewd sound of Gavriel’s lips against your core. Your sounds seemed to have spurred him on even more, for his grip tightened and his efforts doubled. It wasn’t long before your legs began to shake as an unfamiliar coiling sensation built in your core.

“Oh, gods,” You murmured shakily.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Gavriel moaned back. “You’re so close. You can feel it, can’t you? Let go, sweetheart. Let daddy see you come for him.”

As the older male sucked your clit and lightly grazed the bud with his teeth, your world shattered and waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your vision went black as you cried out his name, hips rocking into his grip as you rode out your high. Gasping, your body shook at this newfound sensation as Gavriel coaxed you through it.

After a minute or so you finally recover, regaining your focus as Gavriel lazily stroked patterns along your hip.

“You look utterly beautiful when you fall apart, little one.” He murmured. “How do you feel?”

“I-” You can’t even form words yet. “Wow.”

Gavriel chuckled, spreading your legs further apart. “We’ve only just begun.”

You tried to sit up and reach for the older male, wanting to return the favour. But your arm was gently swatted away.

“No, darling.” He said softly. “Tonight is all about you.”

“But what about you?” You protested, confused. Lysandra had always complained that males were so adamant about receiving after giving, you just assumed that your next move would be to finally take Gavriel in your mouth.

“As much as I love the thought of you on your knees before me with those pretty eyes looking up at me as you choke on my cock, this is your night and your night alone. We have all the time in the world later on for me to teach you all of the things I like and how I like them, little one.”

The thought of Gavriel teaching you how to suck his cock, how to ride him and make him fall apart almost had you on your knees begging to taste him. But you knew better than to protest, still curious to see what he had in store. So you nodded and settled back down, allowing Gavriel to resume his position between your legs.

A large hand moved from your hip to your cunt, gently swiping through your folds and collecting the wetness there. “I want you to tell me if you experience any pain.” Gavriel said sternly. “I will be gentle, and the stretch of multiple fingers may be uncomfortable at first, but if I am going to be inside you tonight I will need to prepare you properly.”

“Yes, daddy.” You replied keenly.

Gavriel’s voice was unnervingly like a purr. “You learn so quickly, little one.” Pride filled his voice, causing you to blush.

Gently, one of Gavriel’s large fingers pushed its way inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, your body automatically tensing up – it didn’t hurt, but it certainly felt strange, and very different from your own fingers.

“Just relax, and take a deep breath.” Gavriel said patiently. “It will be easier when your body relaxes, but it’s perfectly natural to be tense at first.”

You let the soothing baritone voice wash over you like a blanket, allowing your muscles to relax as your cunt adjusted to the large finger inside of it. You moaned as he crooked the finger, brushing up against a spot deep inside of you that made your head spin.

“Right there, that’s the spot isn’t it?” Gavriel said, retracting his finger ever so slightly before pushing it back in and crooking it again. “I can feel the way your legs shake when I do this. You’re so responsive to me, a perfect little thing just begging to be ruined.”

You weren’t coherent enough to form a response. Gods, if you’re reacting this way to just one of Gavriel’s fingers, how will you fare when he puts his cock inside of you?

Murmuring gentle praises, Gavriel continued this motion with his finger, retracting it more and more with every stroke. He was not fast nor rough, but assertive nonetheless. You could tell he’s extremely experienced, knowing just what to do to get your body shaking.

After a few minutes, you began to feel much more relaxed. Your cunt was dripping, aching for more. But before you could voice this, Gavriel gently slid a second finger inside of you very slowly. You hissed slightly, the sensation burning with the addition of the second finger.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” He breathed, kissing the inside of your thigh. “You’ll get used to Daddy’s fingers, just relax again.”

You inhaled and exhaled as smoothly as you could, trying to force your body to relax like he said. After a few minutes of gentle movements, the discomfort faded and morphed into pleasure. It was a different sensation than from when Gavriel’s mouth was devouring you – one that was more intense and primal. He crooked those fingers again, and you swore as the pleasure was double what it was with one finger.

“There we go,” Gavriel praised you as you arched your back. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy,” You moaned. “Fuck.”

Eventually, the two large fingers inside of you sped up their motions, reaching places inside of you that your own fingers never could. He then attached his lips to your clit again and sucked, flicking it with his tongue. You quickly reached that familiar coiling sensation, and before you knew it you were crashing over the edge once again with your second orgasm.

You laid there panting as Gavriel slowly retracted his fingers from you. You watched in awe as he brought them to his mouth and sucked, moaning. It was without a doubt the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“You’ve been doing so good for me, little one.” Gavriel praised, leaning over your body to kiss your cheek. “We can stop here if you want. There is no pressure to take this any further. I will gladly accept however much you are ready to give me, and if you want to leave it at this for now we can do that.”

“Please, no.” You practically begged. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy, I’ve been dreaming about it for so long. Please, please I need to feel you inside me.”

Your own words caught you by surprise. You refused to beg for anything in your life, anything except for this apparently. You already had two mind blowing orgasms, but you were already addicted to his touch.

More. You wanted more.

Luckily for you, your begging seemed to have weakened Gavriel’s resolve. He stood up, his large frame towering over your trembling one as his tawny eyes glowed with desire.

“If that is what you truly wish, if you truly want me to be the first male to fuck you with his cock, then I am happy to oblige.” With that, Gavriel’s tattooed hand dropped to the buckle on his pants and undid it in one motion.

You practically salivated as he gracefully pulled down his pants and undergarments, revealing the part you had wanted to see for so long. His cock stood proudly, so massive you weren’t sure if it would actually fit inside of you. The tip was red and wet with precum, a tribute to the effect that pleasuring you had on the mighty fae male – and your chest swelled with pride at the realisation.

“This will hurt at first,” Gavriel warned, cutting off your admiration of his lower half as he crawled over your body. “But you just need to take deep breaths. I will try and make it as painless as possible, but it shouldn’t be agonising. Your body will adjust, I promise.”

You nodded, slightly nervous. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but gods the sheer size of him made it question if it was even possible to make this work.

Gavriel rested his elbow beside you, letting his arm cradle your head and pressing his forehead against yours as he gripped his cock in his free hand. After collecting more of your wetness, the male pushed the tip of his cock inside of you.

You tensed up, the burning sensation you had felt with his two fingers a hundred times more intense now. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you felt ashamed, not wanting to let Gavriel down.

“It’s ok, little one,” Gavriel murmured, kissing your tears away. “You’re doing great. Let your body adjust and relax, just focus on me.”

You stared into those tawny eyes that had been there by your side for the past two years. Even though you were very sexually attracted to him from the start, you always appreciated that kindness and tenderness that Gavriel’s eyes reflected. He was always there as a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand, a sturdy presence in your life – despite the sinfulness of the desires the two of you were acting on tonight, you knew that he respected you and you respected him, that his supporting presence in your life was not just because he was attracted to you, but because he genuinely cared for you.

Part of you felt guilty that your best friend’s father was currently inside of you, naked and on top of your equally as bare body. You knew that it was morally questionable, letting such an older male who had close relations to your friends corrupt you like this. But deep down you knew that he did not think any less of you for it, and the thought comforted you enough that your body finally began to relax.

Noticing, Gavriel pressed a kiss to your lips as he pushed his hips forward, edging his thick cock into you even more. It still burned a bit, but much less so. Like with his fingers, Gavriel retracted slowly before pushing in again, a bit further this time. He repeated the process until he eventually was all the way inside of you. Once there, he stilled, kissing every inch of your skin and murmuring praises.

You sighed and looped your arms around his muscled neck, the discomfort evolving into pleasure that was almost animalistic – it was so intense, especially when you looked down and could see a visible bulge in your stomach from the size of the male’s cock. You wriggled your hips in an attempt to encourage him to move.

“Are you sure?” Gavriel questioned.

You stared at his face and realised how much he was holding back. Those thick muscles were practically trembling with restraint, no doubt having to ignore his primal fae male desires to pound into you. His hair was dishevelled, and a thin layer of sweat coated his face.

“I need you to move, please Daddy.” You whined. “I asked you to fuck me, so fuck me.”

Gavriel’s eyes sharpened, indicating that this was the only time he’d let that demanding tone slide. Before you could complain again, he brought his hips back and pushed them forward forcefully, causing you to gasp.

“Is that better, princess?” Gavriel mocked lightly as you eyes rolled back into your head.

“Please keep going!” You mewled, clinging onto his muscular form as the pleasurable sensations threatened to overwhelm you. And your best friend’s father obliged, and each snap of his hips grew more forceful. Within a minute or so the male had set a sturdy pace, pounding in and out of you. The hand that cradled your head now gripped your hair, forcing your gaze to remain on Gavriel.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” His voice was pure filth, the gentle coaxing tone from earlier almost entirely gone and replaced with something more primal. “So small underneath me, a sweet little thing just begging to be fucked and utterly ruined. I told you Daddy was going to take good care of you. And you listened like the good little girl you are, isn’t that right? No other male can male you feel this way, can he? Only daddy.”

You bit down into his shoulder to muffle your pathetic moan at Gavriel’s words. However, your action caused him to growl with pleasure, and he began to fuck you harder. At this point, the bed was shaking and you thanked the gods that there was no other cabin or house around for several kilometres.

Gavriel’s rock hard abs brushed against the soft skin of your stomach as he moved in and out of you, sweat mingling as your bodies pressed close together. It was pure bliss, the powerful male on top of you moaning at the feeling of being inside of you. It wasn’t long before you felt that coil again, and Gavriel’s grip on your body tightened.

“Please come inside of me.” You begged.

Keeping his pace, Gavriel flashed you a concerned look. “But–”

“I’m on a tonic anyways,” You cut him off, knowing he was worried about you getting pregnant with his child. “Please, daddy, I just need you to fill me up.”

Gavriel nodded, grunting as he moved a hand to your clit and began rubbing. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you were barely even able to acknowledge your approaching orgasm before it crashed over you. Hips stuttering, Gavriel followed moments later and roared out your name, spilling his hot come inside your cunt.

The sensation almost made you pass out – your entire body was shaking and exhausted from a third orgasm. You and Gavriel panted for a minute before he slowly slid out of you and stood up.

You were confused when he left the room, wondering if you had done something wrong. Oh gods, what if he regretted it?

Luckily for your pathetic inner thoughts, Gavriel returned a few minutes later with a piece of toast, a tall glass of water and a cool towel.

“Drink this.” He ordered, handing you the water.

Still panting, you took the glass from his hand and gulped the water down, not realising how dry your throat was. Gavriel wiped down your thighs, which were coated in a mix of sweat and juices. After a few minutes of silence and finishing off your toast, Gavriel sat next to you and stroked your hair.

“You did so well tonight, little one,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You blushed. “No, thank you,” You corrected, and Gavriel raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t laugh me off when I said I hadn’t been with a male before.”

Gavriel frowned. “Why would I have done that?”

“I’m not saying you would have,” You quickly corrected, embarrassed. “It’s just that… the reason I waited was because males my age just expect every female to know what she’s doing and be good at it. I just didn’t want to disappoint anyone I guess.”

Gently, Gavriel cupped your face in his hands and turned it towards him, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You could never disappoint anyone, darling,” He said sternly. “Especially not me. I don’t give a shit if you’ve been with no males or if you’ve been with a hundred. It makes no difference to me.”

You smiled, kissing him gently. “Thank you for teaching me,” Your voice turned mischievous. “But I did also recall you saying there were other things you could show me?”

Gavriel laughed, swooping you up in his arms before you could protest. “And I meant it,” He said, carrying you down the hallway towards you room. “But you are exhausted, and don’t try and deny it. Rest, for now. They will be home soon and it’s best you be back in your own bed.”

He carried you all the way to your room, gently settling you down on the bed and brushing your hair behind your ears.

“But there will be a next time?” You asked sheepishly, unable to help it. You already craved more of him.

“If that is what you wish,” Gavriel smirked. “Then I am happy to show you how pretty you would look on your knees.”

The next morning you opened your eyes and sat up in bed. Your sore shoulder was gone, but the second you went to stand up your legs gave way. Ungracefully, you caught yourself on the bed frame to avoid the thumping noise of your body hitting the floor.

Last night had felt like a dream, but you knew it was real from the soreness in your lower half. Gavriel had been careful to not leave any visible bruises, but you still struggled with walking. Aedion, Lorcan, and Elide got home after you fell asleep last night, and you thanked the gods for that.

Painfully, you made your way down to the kitchen where everyone else, including Gavriel, was already seated.

“Look who’s finally awake!” Aedion exclaimed, pulling out your chair. Freshly cooked breakfast was laid out on the table, and you didn’t realise how hungry you were until you smelled it.

You couldn’t help but hiss in pain as you sat down, cursing the soreness from last night and praying nobody noticed. Unfortunately, your father did.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lorcan demanded. “I thought Gavriel fixed your shoulder.”

You froze, and so did Gavriel for a split second, mug of coffee halfway to his lips. Mentally swearing, you fumbled for an excuse.

“He did,” You said quickly. “But I’m still sore from training in general.”

Lorcan frowned, glaring at Gavriel. “Well why didn’t you fix that then, too?”

“Because I didn’t ask him to.” You snapped, cutting him off.

Luckily, Elide elbowed her husband in the ribs before he could snap back. The rest of breakfast went by without any awkwardness, until your parents and Gavriel left to do the dishes and Aedion took you upstairs.

“Hey, I think my dad has some ointment for sore muscles,” Aedion said. “I’ll go grab it.”

“No no, it’s fine!” You insisted, unsure of if your scent still lingered in Gavriel’s room. “I’ll manage!”

But Aedion was already gone. You cursed the gods, waiting in the hallway until Aedion’s confused voice came from the end of the hall.

“I found the ointment! But why is your shirt in my father’s room?”

[saphirered]

Caged Birds Don't Sing

As promised Part 2 of this Fenrys x reader request! We're getting more angst but what do you expect from enemies to lovers? Hope you like it! 😘

You stood at her side. You stood at Maeve’s damned side on that beach. Of course she would have you stand there. You would look down upon them. Fenrys expected indifference if not betrayal for their disobedience, or perhaps satisfaction that they’d be punished for their actions. He expected you to laugh at Gavriel’s pain, to speak to them, tear at open wounds but you were silent. You made no move. He deigned to look at you, if only to assure you wouldn’t pounce at the first opportunity. He would have been ready to rip your throat out. He might not have thought  twice about it had Maeve severed his bond too but she knew his greatest torment would be to keep it in place. It’s in that image he notices your throat, how it’s tense and how you swallow, how your breathing is higher than it should be. He notices something behind that eternal gaze into oblivion and he realises, you are not the fae he holds in his memory. You are in pain. You’re in turmoil and you’re fighting so desperately to keep in place whatever facade you’ve put on.

You’ve never looked away from the abuse Maeve put them through but this time, you turn your gaze and bite the inside of your cheek. You clasp your hands together to keep the trembles from them or perhaps to stop yourself from taking reckless action. When you force yourself to look, when Aelin accepts her fate, you keep your eyes on her. Behind that surface mask so cracked and broken, one can see the pain, the guilt and regret and sense of failure. You mouth the words ‘I am sorry’ for none but them to see, for those who pay attention. The porcelain mask no longer remains in its perfect state. Everyone knows what Maeve does to broken dolls. 

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When the screams have gone quiet and no longer echo through the halls of Doranelle Fenrys lays at the base of that damned throne. The clicking of footsteps against those damned floors are both blessing and curse. Blessing as a reminder he isn’t dreaming. A curse for who’s presence they announce. They stop not too far away. He knows exactly where you are even if he can’t bear to lift his head. 

“You summoned me, my queen?” Ever eloquently you speak but there’s a rasp to your voice he’s not heard before. It peaks enough of his interest to try and get a better look and blinking an eye open is enough to reveal the bruised marks around your neck. It’d been weeks since your altercation and you bore no marks of that. Whoever dared lay a hand on you, Maeve must want to deal with. He expected some kind of doting from the queen but found none. 

“You have served me well, my little pet. For many years I have kept you at my side. My most loyal of servants.” Maeve rises and slowly crosses the difference. She steps around Fenrys as if he’s no more than an inconvenient obstacle. “You’ve protected them for many years but finally you’ve given in. Know that it is your sacrifice that keeps them alive. For now. You’ve earned my mercy.” Maeve dances a sharp nail under your chin and lifts your head. She tuts at the marred skin as you bite back the discomfort when she lets her fingers glide against the tender bruises. 

“My allegiance has never wavered. I thank you for your benevolence.” Such carefully chosen words. When she retreats her touch you bow your head like some loyal subject. Maeve circles you but you keep your eyes front, not daring to turn and face her out of habit. 

“Your allegiance comes with a reward no less. After all these decades you’ve deserved as much.” She stops behind you and you fear the repercussions for a brief second. You see the broken and bloodied fae at the footsteps of that dais. He’s staring right at you. You cannot look away from him. At least he’s alive. At least he has allies that can help him. At least he can stay with Aelin. He might not know your involvement in all of this and he might never know, but that is your punishment for all those years you turned a blind eye to them, to him. You don’t deserve forgiveness for your actions nor do you want it. You just hope it was worth it, will be worth it. It’s then you feel something cold slip around your neck and dangle against your chest. A pendant on a chain. Your blood freezes in your veins. You freeze.

The pendant, the chain, you can still see the remnants of dried blood staining it. Murder enters your heart and it shatters. You want to scream and shout and cry but you don’t. You school your features blank and manage to hold yourself together as you hold the pendant. Maeve circles back around, back up the stairs and leisurely sits on her throne. She grasps the armrests lightly. 

“Let this be the price of your broken silence.” She promised you. She promised they’d be safe. You’d given it all. All those decades you’ve suffered through and she destroyed all you cared about. You played a dangerous game and you lost. You truly lost. You’d saved the victims of your actions but condemned the ones who lived thanks to your silence. Maeve takes great joy in watching you struggle to hold yourself together. 

“You have no idea how much this gift means to me, my most gracious queen.” Fenrys doesn’t know if it’s your injured throat or those cracks he’s noticing once more. He almost feels sorry for you, for whatever is causing this and for what Maeve clearly holds over you. You were all too selective in your words and he has not the strength to figure it out, dancing along the line of consciousness but he makes a mental note of it anyway should his mind think it important enough to pick apart.

“Take him out of my sight and clean up his mess. I want him back in shape by next morrow.” You miss a beat but with one last bow you are at Fenrys’ side. He tries to lift himself but is unable to despite his first instinct to refuse your help and protest. At least he can take some modicum of satisfaction in the knowledge he will bleed all over your pristine attire. With difficulty you support him and drag him out of the throne room. It seems that the moment those doors close behind each step is more difficult than the last. He notes that you’re not even entirely sure where you’re going, not aware of your surroundings and when he looks at your face Fenrys sees something he has never seen before; silent tears streaming down your cheeks. You can’t seem to stop them. You make no sound but still you cry. Those are the tears of someone who has only been able to express those feelings in complete solitude. Despite his feelings and opinions towards you, he finds it within himself holding some kind of remorse, of pity. 

You take him to an unfamiliar room. You don’t speak a single word. Neither does he. You follow orders; get some rags, clean his skin and take care of the injuries he sustained to speed up the healing process. Your touch is deliberate and practiced. You have the supplies at the ready. You’re no healer, he’s fairly certain an it’s then he notes the faint smell from you matching that of one of the ointments you set aside. The more you care for him, the further within your shell you retreat, as if you’re not but an animated body but your mind and soul have left. The way you move, like this is regular routine, it makes him wonder if this is habit. It must be. You’ve done this perhaps a thousand times before but likely never for another… Perhaps you have faced your own suffering at Maeve’s hand. Your loyalty was never to Maeve. It was to whomever that pendant belonged to- the sacrifice you had made and for what? Why now? Fenrys has many questions he cannot answer. 

“What did you do?” Fenrys croaks when you tie the last bandage and collect the mess to be disposed of. You freeze in your movement. You don’t look him in the eye. You don’t look at him at all. You are just curled within yourself; your shoulders slumped, and limbs heavy, your brow furrowed and still the occasional tear rolls down your cheek. 

“Why do you care?” You shoot back out of instinct. Your defences still sharp. If anything you remind Fenrys of an injured animal, lashing out at any who dare come to close. It seems you remember you’re the one that brought him into your lair. 

“I don’t but I’d rather like to know if I’ll be cleaning up your mess next time.” You know what he insinuates. He’s gathered you’ve fallen out of favour with Maeve and she has been known to get rid of those no longer of use to her in a manifold of creative ways. It’s a shame you still hold some value to her and she won’t let you go until she’s absolutely sure you have nothing left to offer her. She knows that even still, you haven’t shared all you had to share. You’ve kept the most important information to yourself for a reason and right now your heart is filled with enough hatred and recklessness to play the long game no matter the costs. Not like you have anything left to lose. 

“I sacrificed what leverage I had to spare others from bloodshed, to buy them more time.” You speak solemnly. The first words you’d said since all but dragging him out of the throne room. You truly are in pain. Though besides your bruises you seem fine and some bruising has never bothered you much before as far as Fenrys knows, the pain you feel is the world-shattering kind and he’s noted the blood on that pendant isn’t his. The way you hold onto it, it’s important to you. Out of all the jewels you adorn it is the most precious. He begins to piece it together. Those golden bracelets are chains in their own way. 

“Clearly that did fuck all.” Fenrys appears to have found his attitude again. You’re just too exhausted to face off with him. You can’t. You’re done. You’ve lost it all and for what? It was a failure in the end. You want this pain to stop, this carnage from tearing you apart from the inside but here he is claws and all tearing into you. As he deserves for all the pain you’ve caused him. 

“She would have made you kill each other. She would have made the others watch before disposing of the disobedient ones.” He understands well enough the implications of your words. His blood might as well have frozen in his veins. 

“And you can’t even speak our names- their names. Why? Why risk it all for the people you’ve been looking down upon ever since you’ve met them? Why give up your precious little life to save us? Should we forever be in your debt?” Once more his anger is directed towards you. It felt so good in the past. He simply feels horrible about it now, especially when he sees you clutch that pendant so tightly he thinks you might crush the metal with your bare hands.

“Because you don’t deserve to be a casualty to my silence.”

“We have all been casualties of your silence! What’s changed, sunshine? You grew a conscious? Get lost. You wouldn’t know right from wrong if it stared you right in the face.” He expected you to lash out against him, to seek out the confrontation but with each word he speaks you just look smaller and smaller. There’s no satisfaction. There’s no pleasure in tearing into you. Fenrys once thought that seeing you show remorse, any kind of guilt and recompense for your actions, or lack thereof would make him feel justified, make him feel validated, make him feel good. It didn’t. He just feels horrible. He feels his blood truly grow colder than the depths of winter and so his features blank. No more is there the fury. There’s only a chill silence and lack of any sensation. It’s terrifying. He catches a glimpse of himself in your mirror and sees a reflection eerily similar to the expression he’s seen you wear more often than not. Just the absence of emotion, of the attachment to this world. 

“You’re right. Fenrys. You’re right and I’m sorry.” Once upon a time he would have cheered and laughed at you admitting your wrongs, your defeat. He doesn’t feel anything now. You’re just some broken bird that can no longer sing those lovely songs. You’re just as broken as he is.