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[cadiacore]

King of my heart with Adias maybe??

when i tell you i squealed when i got this request, i mean i SQUEALED! this is perfect!

You had never met the demon prince before. You didn't even know that the demon prince could roam the city.

One night while on a walk, you come across one of the most beautiful males you've ever seen. Platinum blonde hair with pale eyes nearly made your legs too weak to move.

But when he speaks to you in his deep voice, kind of like a purr, your knees do buckle.

"Do you know the time?" It was a simple question. But nonetheless, your face heats and you tell him the time (with extreme amount of courage. I mean come on, I would be a puddle if a gorgeous man talked to me).

He notices and says, "I don't bite unless you ask, pet." You nearly fold the minute he calls you "pet". I think anyone would for this beautiful male.

This interaction blooms into something that neither of you expected it to be.

You two fell in love. Deeply.

The first time he slept over at your apartment, it was a cuddle fest all night long and when you awoke in the morning, love bruises covered your neck and chest.

You tried to cover them as best as you could but Adias stops you, and says, "Let them know who gave you those, pretty baby."

And in that moment, you knew you wanted to keep him.

He's the king of your heart.

[azsazz]

Creep

Kinktober Day 14: Aidas x Reader [Stalking]

Summary: Anon Req: CC men, do adias lurking on reader in cat form and when she attempts to shoo it away in the rain, he appears in front of her (they're at her apartment door) and brushes muddied water from himself "is that really how you treat a guest? Not to mention royalty?"

I kinda veered from the og request but I tried to get most of it down.

Warnings: Smut, oral (F receiving)

Word Count: 3,520

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The streets are cold but you look warm.

All bundled up in your winter gear; the fur-lined hood of your coat pulled high over your head. The thick, knit cap settled upon your head and the scarf wrapped tightly around your neck, the bottom of your face huddled inside of it to keep the wind from brushing across your face. The only skin exposed are those piercing eyes of yours, accentuated by the rose of your cheeks.

It might very well be his presence that makes the alley grow cold. It is, but Aidas likes to think that the darkened, damp passageways hold an other-worldly sort of chill. It doesn’t feel like a cold he’s known before, it is one he isn’t used to in the existence of this plane.

He can see the way it overcomes your body. Aidas wishes the iciness in the air felt like more of a caress, a brush of snowflakes across pink cheeks instead of frozen claws dragging down your spine, but he doesn’t know how to wield his power for anything other than destruction. 

He could crumble the brick walls in the alley but he finds himself wanting to break yours down one by one. He knows you’re hiding something, the way your pretty eyes keep flickering up and down the alley. It’s dark, and if he were a stupider male he’d think it was an anxious movement, checking your surroundings to make sure you’re not being trailed by the drunkards crowding the streets. But he prides himself in being intelligent. And handsome, but that’s besides the point.

You don’t notice the glowing iciness of his feline eyes, so pale they nearly glow in the darkness. His white fur reflects off of the moon, but you don’t notice that either, from the way that he’s tucked himself beneath the cold metal of the dumpster. It’s leaking something in the corner that he’s stayed far away from…after he’d stepped in the sickly green puddle. 

Gross.

Aidas doesn’t know why you’re here, what has summoned him to the very spot you’re occupying, when it doesn’t seem like you yourself know how you’ve ended up here. The suspicious looks you’re throwing around are enough for him to creep from his spot, pad after you with that preternatural silence he only feels in his feline form. 

You don’t notice. Not right away. He’s good at staying hidden, even more so at blending in, though his arrogance doesn’t allow him to keep concealed for long. As you walk down the long streets, he finds himself wanting those jewel-like eyes on him, not on the passerby and the avenue ahead.

He licks his jowls before mewling. It’s an innocent sort of noise, a beg nearly, and it tastes sour in his mouth. He’s never begged for anything in his life. People beg him, to allow them softer sentences for their crimes, the abhorrent things they’ve done to be sent to his plane of Hel. And not once has he ever given in to any of those pleas.

Your steps falter, halting. The ground is cold, slick with snow that has melted against it. Aidas can feel it in his paws, the ice pricking through his pads. He doesn’t care, it doesn’t affect him, as the cold is wafting from his presence. 

Your breath puffs white clouds into the chill as you turn. He sits, straightens his spine and lifts his chin. It might look like he’s preening to you, but to him, he’s showing off, showing you his confidence, the little white kitten sitting so harmless before you.

Aidas really does feel like preening when you turn those gorgeous eyes on him. You’re suspicious, brows furrowed as you scan the alley, before resting on him. He watches the frown melt from your face into one of awe, and you’re approaching him with a newfound sort of confidence, no longer is the caution draping your shoulders down.

“Hello there, little kitty,” you coo, crouching before him. You stick your hand out for the white animal to sniff, so it doesn’t think that you’re anything dangerous. “What are you doing out here all alone? It’s pretty cold.”

As you say it, Aidas watches the plumes of breath puff from your lips. He could shift right now, tell you that it’s his presence that’s making the streets this cold, but just as you think he doesn’t trust you yet, you also wouldn’t trust him. 

He needs to wait you out, play into your little game.

So, Aidas mews in response, creeping forward to nudge his head against your hand. You’re awfully warm, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of your coat have kept the warmth underneath your skin. The way you turn your hand to scratch behind his ears feels good, and his back arches in pleasure.

Before he can realize what’s going on, you’re lifting him into your arms, a soft smile on your face. He blinks up at you with crystalline blue eyes, head tilting as if in confusion, before the cat rests in the crook of your arms, seemingly wanting to come home with you as badly as you want him to.

“Yeah, you want to come home with me, little guy? Alright, let’s go.” 

Little guy? Aidas would hiss, but he doesn’t like to lean into his cat-like tendencies when he’s in this form. Despite the fact that he finds himself purring into your chest. He stops when he realizes.

The warmth of your body is comforting against the chill of the outdoors. So comfortable that he shuts his eyes and revels in it, allowing you to take him back to your apartment.

He doesn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until you’re placing him down to shuck off your winter gear. He mewls tiredly, already missing the loss of your warmth. He blinks, looking around, tail flicking somewhat impatiently when you don’t acknowledge his mew, instead heading into your kitchen to wash up and fetch a damp towel to clean his paw off with.

Your touch is gentle against his paw. He wonders if he shifted right here, right now, if you would let him bend you over your couch and claim you like the primal part of him wants to. But Aidas doesn’t change, he doesn’t want to scare you away.

Not yet.

You carry him into your room, placing him on the bed where he curls into a tiny ball. You coo at him and it should annoy him, how you’re coddling him, a demon for Solas’ sake, but he enjoys it, because when he switches forms, you won’t be looking at him like that.

He doesn’t follow you into the bathroom like he wants, and you come back changed into a comfortable shirt but no pants. It makes his back curl, and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing the heat creeping towards his cock away.

“Okay, kitty. Time for cuddles,” you coo, scooping him from his spot as you shuffle under the covers. You place the white cat across your stomach, and he scooches up, resting his head between the valley of your breasts. 

He purrs loudly when you begin to stroke his white fur. He’s soft and loving, and the noises he’s making helps take your mind off of the weariness you’ve been feeling lately, when you go out and feel eyes following your every move.

The kitten’s rhythmic purring and its warmth against your chest sends you into a peaceful slumber.

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Iciness wakes you.

You blink, the room still filled with darkness, letting you know that it is not yet morning and still have time to sleep. 

It’s freezing in the room, but the fireplace is still raging with flames in the corner of the room. Your nose is cold, and the covers are tucked all the way up to your chin, but you’re still shivering.

The heat at your back doesn’t help much either.

And something doesn’t feel right. Where there was a warmth across your chest of a cat you’d fallen asleep with, it’s no longer there. 

“Aidas,” you whisper, rolling over as you seek him out. He could be pressed against your back instead, so you’re careful as you do so, but your tiredness leaves your body in a rush as you’re met with those bright blue eyes of the kitten you found, only in the form of a fae now.

You screech, trying to shove yourself away from him. If you scream loud enough perhaps your neighbor will call the Aux. Maybe they’ll even make it to your place before the male in your bed kills you.

Aidas has no intentions of doing that, though. He rolls, pinning you to the bed with his hands around your wrists and his hips planted firmly against yours. Your gasp gets stuck in your throat at the feeling of his full cock heavy against your cunt. The only thing stopping him from entering you is the thin fabric of your panties, but as you struggle against his iron grip, the feeling of the crown on his cock pressing into you has you nearly biting through your lip.

“Who are you? Where did you come from?” You whimper, forcing your body still. The air in the room had plummeted, but his body is hot against yours. The pale blue of his eyes nearly glows in the dark, and whispers of his bright blond hair tickle your cheeks as he leans in further.

“Is that really how you treat a guest?” He says, and the liquidity of his voice sounds just like that of a purring cat. His chest rumbles with it, sending shockwaves down your body, collecting between the apex of your legs. The muscles of your thighs jump and Aidas sinks further, a rolling tease that forces the whimper from your mouth. “Not to mention royalty?”

“It is when I don’t know who the fuck you are or how you’ve gotten in my room,” you retort harshly, but the feeling of his taut body against yours attempts to negate the threat lining your voice. He’s much too handsome to be here for anything less than sex. Will he take what he wants from you and more? Why does the thought of him taking exactly what he wants from you causing your cunt to tremble?

The stranger on top of you stares you down, and while it should make you uneasy, it makes you flush. Those piercing eyes remind you of something so familiar, kind of like the kitten you’d rescued from the frozen streets.

Your kitten. Where the fuck is your kitten? Anger lances your body and you buck, struggling anew, but your strength seems to be no match for the male bolting you to the bed with his own body.

“Where is my cat?”

The corner of his mouth quirks at the corner and the beauty of it stuns you for a moment, body falling lax. “You mean you don’t recognize your little kitten?” he all but purrs, leaning down to lap at the sensitive spot of your throat much like how the kitten had lapped with scratchy tongue there. It feels much more sensual now, and your chin tucks away as your eyes flutter shut, giving the stranger more room to work. “I am him, kit.”

“How—” you struggle for breath, “How is that possible?”

Kitten licking across your jaw, Aidas continues. “The first rule about Lunathion, kitten, is not to allow anything inside of your home. Especially, a Prince of Hel.”

Your body fights a shiver creeping up your spine. A Prince of Hel? This male on top of you is one of the Princes of Hel?

All of the warmth leaves your body, replaced by an ice cold dread only he can conjure. But still, your fingers curl into the skin of his tight hips, keeping him pressed firmly into you.

You’ve heard of the Princes of Hel, all seven of them, but you hadn’t known how often they had wandered this plane of existence, nor that they were capable of shifting into animals, let alone such a pristine, innocent looking one much like this one can.

“Which one are you?” You breathe. It’s shallow, as if you might be scared taking too deeply of an inhale of his exquisite scent might drive the last of your self-control from your body. The hot press of his cock at your slick entrance is a jarring reminder that he may be here to hurt you, but there will be pleasure involved first.

Your question seems to strike him, though, confusion crossing his features for a flicker of a second before they’re turning feline again, smile pulling high at the corners and his blue eyes gleaming. You’re not afraid of him, not as much as you should be for a female in front of a Prince. He can smell the sweetness in the air, of your arousal cut with the sharper scent of your fear, and it is utterly delectable. 

“Aidas,” he offers with a roll of his hips. “Prince of the Chasm.”

“Aidas,” you echo, but it’s more of a moan. Your fingers glide across his smooth skin of their own violation, tracing the hills and grooves of muscle packing his lithe body. 

He growls at your name on his lips. Never has it sounded so perfect, so powerful, than it is now, a plea for more on your tongue. 

Aidas’ mouth is hot and claiming as he crawls down your body, removing the shirt you’re wearing as he goes. The fabric reveals the curve of your breasts, which he takes in hand, brushing over your pert nipple with a flick of his tongue while he massages the other, drawing a sharp inhale from you. He’s never tasted anything so euphoric, so addicting. Lust roils through his body as if he’s been hit over the head with it, his light touches turning more forceful, teeth nipping, pulling at the bud of your nipple as he leans back, taking it with him.

You cry out, hips lifting off of the bed to follow him. Your fingers find his silky locks, fisting them as he manhandles you, does so as he pleases with your pliant body. It feels like roles are being reversed, like he’s going to be worshiping you instead of how you should be worshiping the Prince of Hel trailing down your body.

His fingers hook around the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs with an ease that threatens to snap your thighs shut. Before you can, he’s shoving his shoulders between them, draping your legs over his shoulders as he settles between your legs, taking in the sight of your perfectly pink cunt, fluttering for him. The wetness glimmers in the moonlight streaming through the window, and he licks his lips at the sight.

Goosebumps break out across your skin, the iciness of the room attempting to cool your smoldering body. You want to whimper, cry out for him to put his mouth on your cunt because you can feel each exhale of his breath against your keening cunt yet he doesn’t make a move to devour you.

“Say my name again,” he commands, and you don’t hesitate.

“Aidas!” You cry as he dives forward, slick tongue slipping between your folds. 

It’s as if he knows exactly what to do with it, drawing a stripe up with the tip of his nose leading the exploration, the flat of his tongue following. He eats you out like a man starved, swirling his tongue around your clit in a way that makes you see stars. When he breaches your cunt with the tip of his tongue, fucking it in and out of you, a noise you’ve never made before escapes between your lips, and it spurs Aidas on. 

“Please,” you beg, your nails scratching against his scalp as you grab his hair for something to hold onto. Your thighs squeeze but it doesn’t deter him, burying his face so deeply into your cunt that he can hardly breathe. It makes your back bow from the bed, legs wrapping around his neck to keep him pinned as you grind your cunt against his face, chasing the heat coiling your gut. “Aidas, please. Mph, I need to cum!”

He doesn’t pull away from your clit to respond, instead, he suckles harsher, thumbs digging into the meat of your thighs for a delicious bite. The temperature in the room plummets until it’s hard to breathe, your chest splintering with ice as you struggle. Not even the heat eclipsing your body can help, until he pulls back on his power and you’re cumming with a shattering cry.

Waves of pleasure roll from you. Aidas allows you to grind against his face as he works you through your orgasm, until you’re nothing but a panting, whimpering mess because even though you’ve come down from the best high of your life, Aidas isn’t done yet. 

He’s pressing up onto his knees, stroking the head of his cock through your orgasm that drips down your thighs. He doesn’t give you a second to breathe or prepare, shoving his cock into you with a guttural moan until his hips meet yours.

You hiss at the stretch, hands planted at his hips as you writhe, struggling against the press of his girth. He feels incredible, stretching you wide for his taking, but you’d been unprepared, the surprise and stealth of his probing a shock to your system.

His hand finds your throat, curling around it with intention, though there isn’t a forceful pressure behind it. Aidas is showing you what he could do, if he so pleases, and the feeling of his large hand wrapped around your throat and his cock teasing your cunt in long strokes has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, a desperate mewl escaping your lips.

“That’s it, kitten. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

Your response is so pretty, the noises you make and the wildness lacing them. The way your nails claw into his skin, raking red marks down his chest and back, the ice of his power leaking into the hot wounds.

Hooking his hands beneath your knees and lifting them to your chest, he pistons his hips deeper, harder as he finds that spot that has you going wild. 

You curse, grappling for him, trying to hook your hands around his neck. “Kiss me, Aidas, please.”

His hips falter. He hadn’t been expecting you to want to kiss a demon. He’s afraid that if he gives into the urge to lie down and fucking claim your lips, the last part of him he hasn’t allowed himself to take, he’s afraid he might never leave, might never leave this little apartment that in no way compares to his palace in Hel, might never leave the warmth of your bed, of your cunt.

“I—” Fuck it. He just needs a taste, swooping down to capture your mouth against his.

The feeling explodes in his head, drifting throughout his body like lightning. The feeling of you, your mouth against his, sharing your breaths with him, sharing your body with him. He can feel it in every push of his hips, how accepting you are of him, of the demon who’d lied to you, who’d been trailing you, pretending to be the kitten he doesn’t often take the form of.

He feels your cunt constricting around his cock, holding on tight as you cum. You must be feeling what he is because the softness of your lips and the taste of your moans has him slipping over the edge as well, his orgasm wracking his body almost violently.

“Well, that—” you wince as he slips from you, mourning the loss already. Warmth trickles down your legs but Aidas doesn’t care, doesn’t want you clean from his cum because he’s pulling you close and tucking you into his side. “I’ve never had sex with a demon before.”

Aidas’ raucous laughter startles you. His fingers tighten around you and you’re breaking out into a grin, admiring the beauty of the male beside you. 

“You could have referred to me as a Prince of Hel or even a cat, kitten, but you chose a demon?” He presses a kiss into your dewey brow, enjoying the way you nuzzle your hot cheeks into his chest.

You shrug, bashful. “It seemed like the right thing to say, especially with that tortuous tongue of yours.”

“Not my cock?” He questions playfully, and you hadn’t expected a Prince of Hel to have this sort of humor, to be this…well, soft. His hand trails down between your thighs, running through the mess of cum. It makes your breath catch in your throat and your breasts push against his skin. You’re not quite ready for round two, but you want it more than anything.

“Your cock,” you whisper lowly, batting your eyelashes. The gleam of your eyes has his throat working around a swallow, and you like that. A lot. “Is so much better than that.”

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[acoraf]

CCS, House of Sky and Breath.

Page 179:

*SPOILERS!!!*

When I tell you I screamed "WHAT HUUUHH??" Loud enough that my partner came in the room concerned, after i read the Silverbow-bomb Adias dropped and vanished!!!

I had to put down the book and just sit for a second with my mouth open, haha!

*Acotar-series spoilers incoming*

I would like to think I have a pretty good sense of things coming, like in the acotar series with the Amarantha riddle or Feyres pregnancy(granted, that was very obvious), but I didn't see this coming at all!

*You good for acotar now, babes*

Though now thinking back, Cormac being Silver was very obvious as well, lol! I blame the fact that I was less than invested in reading the prologue. I didn't really have the mental energy to learn and care about these new characters, which is 100% a me-problem, given to me by my own depressed ass lol!

It took me a long time to even start reading Earth and Blood for the same reason. The book was just kinda lying on my coffee table for 2 weeks, while I was sitting on my phone wanting to read, but couldn't get myself to start! When I finally began and the whole Pack of Devils shit went down.. It had me stop reading again for another week..

But! I'm here! I'm reading again! And I'm really happy I got through the reading-block! I'm sorry for the little thoughts and feelings dump here by the end, haha!

Good day and good books to you all, dear reading-buddies🫖📚🐛🫶

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[mkbosworth]

HOSAB & ACOSF: Fae Legends

Dusk Court:

- Confirmation the legendary 8th court did exist and that it's likely the prison island. The pegasus originally hailed from this island. Therefore Bryce’s fan-girl fascination with Pegasus toys is a homage to the land of her ancestors.

Legends of the Fae:

- Theia was the Dusk Court’s Ruler. She became High Queen of the Fae when she wed the last High King, Fionn.

- At some point, Theia and Pelias (who was the High King's general) decided to betray (...or leave) Fionn.

- They stole Fionn's cache of weapons (the starborn sword, truth-teller, the horn, the harp, etc.). THen Theia, Pelias, and Theia's 2 daughters ran off to another world - using the horn and the harp to open the gatway. This world was CC. Theia and gang quickly figured out who the Asteri were - their old masters: The Daglan.

- Theia decides to join forces with the armies of Hel to destroy the Asteri. This is likely how Theia and Adias meet... and then fall in love.

- Pelais (who likely didn't like being replaced or demoted) decided to align with the Asteri. He killed Theia on the battlefield and then crowned himself prince by forcing the eldest Starborn daughter Helena to marry him.

- Jesibia's comment to Adias about “don't fuck us over this time” likely means that after Theia died, Adias and his brothers decided to take their armies back to Hel and leave Pelais and the Fae (as well as the rest of the people of CC) to fend for themselves against the Asteri. Obviously, that didn't end well. The people of CC are still fighting some version of this battle to this day.

- Helena was forced to marry Pelias against her will. Helena and her younger sister likely came-up with the plot to save the Fae from Asteri domination in both words.

- I think the "plan" was that Helena would remain in CC partly as a decoy, but also to use the horn to help close the gates into CC. Meanwhile, her younger sister sneaks off (into the night)....using the harp she travels back to their ACOTAR homeworld. Helena kept the Starsword and The Horn, but her sister got the dagger (truthteller) The Harp....and both travel back with her to the Dusk Court.

- The images Nesta saw when touching the Harp, are of the Fae in CC. They are trying to get back thru the gate into their ACOTAR homeworld – but there wasn’t enough time for everyone to make it through. Likely the Asteri were closing in. Thus the sisters used the horn and/or harp to close the access point. Some of the Fae were in fact trapped in the walls when this happened. Perhaps, this is the magical act that caused the island to die.

- Helena’s sister went on to close all the access points in the ACOTAR world. In Prythian the access points are likely the three mountains - The Middle, The Prison, and Ramiel. There may be others on the continent - maybe Koschei's lake? With the access points closed, Helena's sister had no way to return to CC. She lived in Prythian for the rest of her life.

- Given the resemblance that Ruhn and Rhys share....Theia's younger daughter likely became (through marriage) apart of the Night Court - and is Rhy's ancestor.

- Ruhn is a descendant of Helena. Rhys is a descendant of her younger sister. This is why they look alike.

- Theia's family name is Starborn. Helena’s last name was also Starborn – this is why in CC they’re known as "Starborn Fae".

- Rhy’s family name is Starborn!!! (It was passed on from the un-named sister.)

[cadiacore]

Hi, I really liked your romantic headcannons with Aidas from crescent city and and wondering if you could do NSWF headcannons with him {Aidas} and a female reader?

you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I hope you do as you write really nice really and no one else writes for him.

i swear i've been hoarding requests for this specific day, the day that i got my spark back. I also love the fact that so many people are requesting for Adias. It's wonderful!

warning(s): nsfw, kinkS!, swearing, etc.

Oh where do I fucking begin.

Let me just say this demon prince will make sure you're squirming before he even touches you. His words alone make you squirmy.

Whenever it's just you and him in his space, he'll tease you. Running his fingers over your skin and down the valley of your breasts, making your breath hitch.

He even tells you not to bother with wearing panties around the house. You, of course, argue with him about that because of his cleaners and guards but he doesn't care.

He wants you ready for him at any time.

And yes, I am saying this male has a free use kink. Most likely a breeding kink too. Just the pure dominance that radiates from him makes me think of these kinks specifically.

It's all with your consent ofc

You don't mind not wearing panties after a while because the time of the month comes around where you're extremely fertile and horny, and he just Knows.

It's like when he first walks into the house and senses your arousal, it's fair game to him.

He makes a beeline toward you and dismisses everyone out of the room and makes you bend over. His tongue dipping into your heat as you try to wriggle away from him (not really trying to get away).

Your moans egg him on as you get louder and louder.

To him, your moans and cunt are his heaven. Well, the closest he'll ever get to it anyway.

He licks you with his expert tongue. Circling over your bud and dipping his tongue into your soaking pussy.

You cry out as his tongue assaults your cunt.

When he's finished tasting you, he keeps you bent over and fucks you roughly.

"Such a girl baby for me."

"You're so beautiful wrapped around my thick cock."

"Going to pump you so full of my seed, baby. Gonna put a baby in you."

You're on a contraception

He fucks you so much whenever he knows your fertile during those seven days. And you love every bit of it.

[azsazz]

CC men, do adias lurking on reader in cat form and when she attempts to shoo it away in the rain, he appears in front of her (they're at her apartment door) and brushes muddied water from himself "is that really how you treat a guest? Not to mention royalty?" He smiles pure cat like

you got it 💙

[llama--plumbobcc]

This is Adia Sidero, my sim for the greed prompt

Adia means wealthy

CC

Lipstick from @chiefwhiskers is here

[cadiacore]

So I saw that you take aidas request. It's not really an idea just I think he will be such a good dad and I was wondering how do you think he will react finding out he will be a father

Okay, so Adias ofc would be a good dad I think! He would help with the baby and even get up during the night so you don’t have to. From what I saw on page, he’s a tricky sort so he would like to do pranks with the children and you. I think when he gets a family, he’ll be a completely different person. He would be thrilled nonetheless!

[cadiacore]

Can you write a fic with Adias (CC) The reader has a nightmare and Aidas comfort her? A lot of fluff and a little bit of angst

🥺 stop i love this idea! it's super cute and I struggle with nightmares so this will be very therapeutic for me.

warning(s): nightmares, fluff, tiny bit of angst, etc. (unedited)

You were running. Running so fast and hard that you didn't even see the beast launch themself at you from your side. Your body slams against a tree and a scream rips out of you. Teeth and claws rip at your pants and skin. You were so close to getting to your demon prince, the one they took from you. Every nerve in your body flares and you begin to thrash, kicking the beast in the face and then in the eye.

The beasts loud roar echoes through the forest. Even though your leg is in shreds, you force yourself to get to Adias. He was just at the edge of the forest floor, you can make it. You have to. When you reach out your hand for him, the world tilts and everything goes black.

You wake with a start and nearly headbutt Adias in the process. He holds your face in his hands, worry lacing each of his beautiful features. "You alright, pet? You were thrashing in your sleep," he smoothes your brow and kisses the top of your head.

The room is still spinning and each part of the nightmare is latched to your memory in a vice grip. You lean against him and hold him. His bare chest against your face with his heartbeat slowly steadying yours is everything you could have needed in this moment. "I'll be okay. Just a bad dream."

At your words, he pulls you closer and lays back down on the bed. You lay your head on his chest, still listening to his heartbeat like it's your lullaby. "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is soft as his hand smoothes down your hair, making your eyes become heavy once more.

"It's okay. I just need you." You say, your voice barely a whisper. He hums and then silence surrounds the two of you. A comfortable silence. Not even five minutes pass and you're slowly drifting out of consciousness. Although, you didn't miss when he says, "I love you."

[mkbosworth]

HOSAB - Hunt's Lineage

Okay, so this is still a mystery to me. Throw some theories at me!

Here is a random list of things about Hunt, which I think are significant, but not sure how all these puzzle pieces fit together...yet.

1. His rare Lightning Power. Bryce can tap into and use his power, ...just like a Carranam in TOG. (I see you SJM.)

2. His true name. Orion in Greek mythology was favored by Artemis...who seems very similar to the goddess Luna in CC mythology (who is favored by the Fae.) Orion is also a constellation. The Asteri have names of stars. Some of their names are either a part of this constellation or very close to it.

3. Rigelus's comment that Hunt has the special ability to "scent demons because of his breeding".

4. Adias a prince of the pit thinks his father would be proud of him. Jesiba knew his father well.

5. Bloodhound doesn't think he smells like an Angel.

6. It's apparently rare/surprising to the characters in CC that a cross-species couple could be true-mates.

7. Bryce's star sometimes glows for Hunt...so, does he have some connection to her starborn power? Or is this similar to Feysand...simply an extension of them being mates and Bryce's star-power glows, when he makes her happy?

......Could Hunt possibly not be an angel...but descended from a winged Fae tribe from Prythian's long-lost Dusk Court? If the Dawn Court winged-fae have white wings, won't it make sense for the Dusk Court winged-fae to have dark wings? Did the Asteri breed this tribe of Fae to be the trackers/hunters of their greatest adversaries - the demons of Hel.