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utterlyotterlyx · 1 year ago

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A Ballad of Storm and Shadow

Azriel x F!Reader

Part Two

Summary - Rhys had been content in taking the darkest secret of his family to the grave, but when the threat of Hybern increases, he has no choice but to send a message to another world and pray to the Mother that his call is answered.

Warnings - swearing, fluff, a little angst as always, mentions of blood, brother sister fluff 🥺

Part One

This is a crossover series, some aspects will differ from that in the books. Physical attributes are described in this fic, it is essential to the storyline of the character

There was only one singular thing that Rhys wanted more than to be able to spend a moment alone with his long-lost sister, telling tales and swapping stories of what the last 500 years had held for them, and that was to see Tamlin cower at her perfectly painted feet.

Though, Rhys was sure, like the other High Lords, that Tamlin would not be making an appearance, not after what Feyre had done to his court.

Aelin leaned to the side, her eyes not once moving from the reflective pool in the centre of the chamber as she whispered to y/n, causing the raven haired female to grin in response. It was clear that the two other-worldly women were putting the High Lords of Prythian on edge, if not for their damning beauty then because of the suffocating power that waltzed around them, dancing in a phantom wind and casting a faint shimmer over their forms.

Azriel didn't blame either of them for wrapping a shield around themselves, though, he did get the feeling that it wasn't they who had decided it, it seemed to be Rowan's doing. The fae prince's gaze sauntered across the room, not wanting to indulge in the idle chatter of lesser-than beings, he was assessing and probably imagining all the ways in which he could cut them down without even blinking.

The only sounds that filled the room were polite comments and the gossip from Vivane and Mor, catching up after 50 years apart. All Rhys wanted to do was lean over and ask his sister a million and one questions about her life, where she had been and what the other world was like, but, upon gazing upon her monotonous features, he decided against that impulse.

Instead, the High Lord of Night peered across the pool to find Eris Vanserra in complete awe of her, and if she had noticed his lingering gaze then she did well to not let onto it. Y/N had most likely already known that if she was raised in Prythian then it would have been him who would have been given her hand, their father had always wanted a way into the Autumn Court. Rhys was glad that she looked so alike to him, but he couldn't help but notice a certain darkness within her eyes, like a chilled breeze in the midst of winter, unwavering and fatal.

He had so many questions, so many things he needed to know.

A gentle loop of wind coursed through the open arches from the east, sifting through y/n's hair and cascading her scent straight into Azriel's lungs, so blissful that even his shadows swarmed around the speckles of air for a taste. He had been trying to pinpoint the individual aspects of her scent for the last ten minutes, desperate to etch it to memory, but that last fell sweep confirmed it.

Y/N smelt like the calm before the storm, when the earth hazed by swelter was damp and eagerly awaiting the roaring from the skies during its last moments of peace; there was a slight ashen note to it, like lightening kissed trees that were crackling after being torn apart by the storms fury, and then all of that was combined with with the heavenly aroma of fresh petrichor from newly bathed mountain springs.

He tried to tell himself that he was following each of her movements out of the desire to protect his home from a cunningly beautiful stranger, but he was lying to himself, so much so that his shadows swatted against his back sternly at the thought of her being anything remotely evil. Azriel couldn't take his eyes off of her, he noted every tick of her jaw when Beron would open his mouth and every furrow of her brow when someone would say something that intrigued her, and then there was a familiar softness that consumed her violet gaze whenever Rhys would taunt and prod those around him. Her eyes were laced with longing and pride, like she was only then realising everything she had missed from the moment she had been sent away.

Azriel was too keen not to notice the scar peeking from the bodice of her dress, though her hair did an exquisite job of hiding it, Azriel was placed in the perfect position to be able to count every scaled ridge. It extended from the tip of her pointed ear and slithered down her neck and shoulder before disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress, leaving Azriel to wonder two things, where the scar ended and what had happened to cause it. It was clear that they all had stories to tell, and Azriel was eager to know every snippet of hers.

"Forgive me for prying," Helion drawled, leaning forward in his seat and his lethally poised orbs staring directly at y/n, they trailed down her figure, from the ornate crust of jewels encapsulated around her head to the burgundy pumps on her feet, "But what exactly are you?"

The attention of the room shifted, the one thought on their minds having being thrust out into the open, and they all waited eagerly for her response. Y/N sighed and simply glanced to her right with a soft nod, bestowing a silent permission to her companion, Aelin, who grinned, knowing the floor was open for her, "Does the crown not do it for you? She's a queen."

"A queen?" Beron scoffed with a mixture of disbelief and amusement, his brown eyes wicked and untamed, he sneered at the jewels curling above her ears and asked, "Did it fall onto your head? How does a little girl like you get to call herself a queen?"

Rowan's jaw clenched, his top lip curling into a snarl, and he went to say something, to stand up for one of his two queens, but Aelin halted him with a firm hand on his forearm, "I killed my mother, not for the crown, but because-"

"She was an evil bitch?"

Y/N pointed to Aelin with her gaze stuck on Beron, unwavering, lethal, "That." Placing both hands flat against the arms of her chair, y/n rose from the seat, the sky darkening overhead and a violent gust soaring through the chamber, "I have not left my people to aid a continent that finds it acceptable to treat the only thing standing between them and certain death this way. I am over 500 years old, I'm not a little girl. I destroyed my mother and then eviscerated her body for extra measure, and if you think that I won't do the same to you then I would suggest thinking again. I am the daughter of one of the most powerful High Lords in your history, and I am also the daughter of a Valg queen whether I wish it or not. Choose your next words very carefully."

The air had grown heavy, swelteringly so, and the skies continued to darken with splotches of demonic grey; electricity surged through the space, causing the atoms to vibrate with tension. A faint rumble coursed in the distance, and sparks of blue lit up the skies which had once been a backdrop of serenity, even the ocean below could be heard crashing against the cliffside.

Despite his thunderous heartbeat, Beron couldn't allow his mask to shiver in response, no matter how much sweat had built up on his brow or cold had seeped into his bones. Before he could open his mouth and spurt another insult, two thick threads of lightening crashed through the dome of the chamber, landing on either side of him with a crack as they split open the stone under his feet. Thunder chuckled overhead, always thrilled to witness one of her spectacles.

Then, the darkness vanished, giving way to lazy beams of sun as she began her descent below the horizon, the air lightened and birdsong drifted through the room from the open arches. Still standing, y/n arched a brow and adorned a knowing smirk, knowing that a single effortless flash of her abilities had struck fear into every soul surrounding the reflective pool, "Next time, I'll let them devour you. My lightening enjoys the taste of snivelling old cunts."

I like her. Feyre's voice all but purred into Rhys' mind, her face was taut from attempting to hide her grin but it glowered in her eyes.

Hm. I don't think you're the only one. Rhys cocked his head to the side, causing Feyre to crane her neck to see Azriel staring down at her in total awe, though he wasn't even trying to conceal his smile, he let it shine for all to see.

Aelin looked practically giddy by the show, waiting for y/n to sit at her side once more before continuing on as if nothing had happened, "Carrying on," Aelin folded her hands over her stomach and leaned back, propping one of her legs up on the arm of her seat, "Y/N is the Queen of the Fae of Erilea," Aelin glanced to y/n with a level of adoration, "She gave up everything to aid us, there is no one I would rather rule beside than her," Rowan cleared his throat at the words, sending Aelin a deadpan and stern glare, "Oh, and birdboy over here."

"What a touching sentiment," the white haired warrior drawled, his eyes were laced with humour as he rolled them, his body language relaxing tenfold compared to when he had been assessing the males in the room earlier. Apparently he had deduced that none of them were a threat to him and his queens, not after y/n's recent display. "And," he looked to Beron whose orbs were trained on the steaming black cracks etched into the stone floor, "If you thought that was bad, then you should count yourself lucky that Aedion and Lorcan weren't here. Your head would be detached from your shoulders for that level of disrespect."

Aedion and Lorcan.

Rhys made a mental note to ask about them later, and why saying their names aloud made Rowan's smirk turn positively feline.

"Don't forget about Manon," Aelin sang, and Rowan chuckled darkly at the thought, making Azriel think that he never wanted to meet whoever Manon was.

Y/N dragged her fingers through the lengths of her hair and sniffed the air lightly, her ears pricking as though they could hear something approaching from the distance, and just as the doors swung open did her eyes dart to meet them.

Eyes connecting with those of the intruder, Y/N shivered at the tremors of magic that coursed through the room from the High Lords and their entourages throwing their shields up, and she noticed keenly how the shield around the Night Court in particular became reinforced with rage, even if Rhys' face didn't show it.

The male before her eyes was not considered an ally.

Dressed in a green tunic and smiling so broadly that she could see each of his gleaming white teeth, the male sauntered forward into the stilled room with eyes dancing between Rhys and Y/N, picking apart every similarity between them until the realisation swarmed him.

Thesan rose to his feet slowly, his Peregryns ready to put him down if needed, but he really hoped that it wouldn't come to that, "We were not expecting you, Tamlin," he extended a hand to his quivering aids and ordered, "Please bring the High Lord a chair."

Despite his flickering eyes and subdued smile, Tamlin mainly kept his gaze on Feyre, staring directly into her soul, and by the looks of him y/n could tell that he was lethal in his own right. Feyre shuffled under his gaze, a gaze that sought to control and demand her, and y/n would be damned if she allowed such a thing.

"I have to admit that I am surprised you came, Tamlin," Beron drawled, somewhat recovered from the display of anger directed at him only moments before, "Rumour suggests that your allegiance lies elsewhere these days."

Still, Tamlin's gaze did not leave Feyre, it only moved downward to the band circled on her finger and then trailed up to the tattoo flowing and ebbing against her hand, finally ending on the crown lay atop her head. He exhaled through his nose and waited for the aids to place his seat between Beron's sons and Helion's clan; he had come with no generals, no family, no friends, he was completely alone.

The male didn't utter a single word as he sat, the air was tight, but he moved his gaze at long last and rested it upon y/n, narrowing his green eyes at her and tilting his head slightly as if he was trying to place her in his mind. Helion waved his hand, cutting through the ripe tension, "Let's get on with it then."

It made Rhys feel uneasy, the way Tamlin was looking at his sister and the way in which she was staring back, almost taunting him with her orbs of violent delight. He wanted to reach into her mind and tell her to stop, but her walls were strong, almost impenetrable.

Thesan cleared his throat, eager to move the meeting along so that the time spend with Tamlin was as little as possible. No one looked toward the High Lord of Dawn, not even Tamlin as he moved his eye back to Rhys and Feyre, eyes simmering with a hatred that y/n had only ever seen within her mother. He opened his mouth, and Feyre visibly braced herself, "It seems as though congratulations are in order."

Silence.

Only Rhys held his stare, and deep down, y/n could feel his wrath bubbling inside of him like a hot spring, he looked to Thesan and said, "We can talk of this matter later."

"Don't stop on my account."

Rhys' grip tightened around Feyre's knee, "I'm not in the business of discussing our plans with enemies." His gaze floated to his sister who was still staring down Tamlin, hands coiled around the arms of her chair and eyes blazing with a fury he didn't know she too possessed.

"No," Tamlin matched Rhys' tone with a certain level of ease, "You're just in the business of fucking them."

The room stilled with rage, the entire entourage of the Night Court seethed in silence, waiting for a single nod from their High Lord to allow them to tear this nothing-man into pieces.

A single claw slid from his knuckles, and the world became muffled to y/n, she wasn't focusing on anything or anyone other than him, the one making a clear threat toward her brother and his mate, her sister by law. There was nothing more sacred. Then she fell back into the room just as Tamlin smirked and angled his head at Rhys, "When you fuck her, have you ever noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?"

Heat stained Feyre's cheeks at the question, one that sought to discount everything that she was. Beron beamed, and Eris monitored the situation carefully from his seat, but then-

Silence. A gentle kiss of breeze.

Azriel glanced to his right, expecting to see y/n sat there with hate-filled eyes, but she was gone. A wet gurgling pulled his attention, he followed the noise and his eyes widened with delight.

Y/N had winnowed right into Tamlin's lap, her elongated talons piercing the skin of his neck causing blood to trail downward and pool at the collar of his tunic. Her other hand was furled into his hair, tugging his head back roughly so that his eyes met hers. One wrong move and Tamlin was done, and he knew it, the terror clear in his panicked eyes.

"If you ever speak of my sister-in-law, or any female, in such a manner again," she spoke lowly, dangerously, like poison on the tip of a blade, "It will be the last time you speak. Am I clear?" Her talons dug in deeper, the blood staining the rings littering her fingers.

Tamlin nodded shakily, gasping for air, and y/n only smirked down at him before retracting her talons from his flesh and bringing her index finger up to her lips, painting the bottom with his blood and humming, "For a male who acts so mighty, your fear tastes delicious," she ground down on his lap and called to her companions, "I think we have seen enough, don't you?"

Huffing, Rowan rose to his feet followed by Aelin, and the pair rounded the pool, Rowan extending a hand to y/n on the way and not even flinching when her bloodied fingers used him as leverage to slide from Tamlin's thighs. "Pathetic," he spat, bewildered at how their help had been wished for when they couldn't even play nice with one another. They all needed some lessons on how to get things done.

The trio sauntered from the chamber, but stopped in place when Thesan rose to his feet and called out to them, understanding that their aid meant the difference between peace or annihilation, "Please, wait." Thesan took three steps toward the trio whose combined power rippling around them was enough to make them see stars, "Stay the night at least, allow us to prove to you that we are worthy of saving."

Without looking back like Aelin and Rowan had, y/n nodded stiffly and only once before she rounded the doors, disappearing into the palace to presumably be shown to her rooms for the evening.

And, after a fair few snarky comments and displays of power, the meeting concluded, and Rhys was the first one rising from his seat and rounding the opened doors, following that mesmerising mountainous scent all the way through palace until he met a pair of tall golden doors that were littered with engravings of clouds and stars.

The rest of the Inner Circle eventually caught up with him, panting, and Cassian especially cursing the day Rhys was born for making him rush so much. Before Rhys could even raise a fist to the door, to reunite with his sister in the way that he had dreamed of for 500 years, it opened for him, and he found Aelin lazily draped against the frame looking to him with an arched brow; she peered behind him at the rest of his family and smiled, "Come on in."

Aelin stepped aside and ushered the group into the lavish suite they had been gifted, Thesan had really pulled out all of the wonders to make their stay as comfortable as possible. Soft white walls encircled the room that was adorned with pillars of solid gold and intricate artworks that littered the ceilings, wide open arches gave way to skies caressed with oncoming darkness, and in the centre was a seating area that rivalled that of the River House, long deep rooted chairs and frilled pillows, a square glass table at the centre and a fire raging on against the wall.

Upon one of the many seats, the Inner Circle found Rowan, feet propped up on the glass and head craned to meet them, "She'll be out in a minute," he drawled, "She's getting used to how large her bed is."

"I was washing the blood off my hands, thank you very much," y/n waltzed in from the open door on the left, wiping her cleared palms against the deep blue skirt of her dress, "You make me sound like such a princess."

Rowan rolled his eyes and dipped his head backward, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing, like her testing his patience was a common occurrence, "I would like to remind you that you were one. For 500 years. And I've known you for half of that time."

Y/N straightened and shrugged, "Fair enough," she turned on the balls of her bare feet to face Rhys and angled her head to the side, waving her gaze from his feet to his crown, "Who would have ever thought that we'd end up like this?"

A High Lord and Queen.

Rhys' smile widened as he beheld her, as they all did actually, the dark monster vanquished into a sea of light leaving behind something airy and fresh, "Certainly not me. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

Her smile faltered, "Me neither," she took a step toward him, "You gave me quite a scare you know, with that message."

Rhys matched her step, "That was never my intention."

"I know," she loosened her shoulders, "We'll help, even if the other High Lords of this land don't know the meaning of decorum."

Adoration flashed in his eyes, "Thank you, for what you did in there for Feyre. It was-"

"Terrifying?" Y/N moved like the wind, approaching her brother and taking his hands in hers, "I'll do anything to protect family."

And the Inner Circle knew that the protection she spoke of also extended to them, to the found family Rhys had formed in her void.

Snapping back into reality, Rhys placed a tender kiss on her brow and then angled his body to allow his family a chance to really see her, "Y/N," he began, tugging her to the jumbled line his circle had formed, "You know Feyre, my High Lady and mate, and this her sister, Nesta," the pair smiled warmly at one another whilst Nesta watched on, unphased, "This is Amren, my second in command. Cassian, the general of my armies. Mor, your cousin," Mor beamed at the sentiment, she was astounded to be related to someone so incredibly powerful and beautiful, "And then this is-"

"Azriel," the Shadowsinger interrupted, taking a single step forward causing y/n to crane her neck to get a better look at him.

Tendrils of darkness poked over his shoulders and combed through her hair, placing delicate kisses against her cheeks whilst she drank him in. Azriel was beautiful, dark hair and brooding hazel orbs, tattoos that crept up his arms and peered out of the collar of his second skin, a perfectly sloped nose and full lips, and a jaw so sharp she felt as though if she reached out to touch it then her fingers would return to her sliced.

"Azriel," the faint whisper sounded like a sonnet to his ears, and her offered a small smile, and she returned it instantly, unable to tear her eyes away from his until Cassian cut through the moment.

"Hate to break up whatever this is," he spoke with a wink in Azriel's direction who contained his growl to silence, "But we have to know everything about you. It's not every day that your best friend forgets to tell you that he has a sister in another world."

Shaking her head with a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, y/n motioned to the seating area, moving from Azriel and leaving his shadows pining after her to find a space in the centre of one of the four plush benches, "Sit. I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Azriel moved first, wasting no time in taking the seat to her left whilst Rhys took the space to her right, the rest of the inner circle filled the other vacancies, Cassian puffing out his chest when he fell beside Rowan, the latter of who just grinned at the action, and Nesta partly cowering away from Aelin who watched her with a raised brow.

"How old are you?" Mor asked with a voice of wonder, she should have been angry at Rhys the moment she found out that she had another cousin that had been hidden from her, but for some reason she wasn't.

Y/N glanced to Rhys, "I'm 508, give or take a couple of years."

"So you were banished when you were a baby?"

"Yes. I hadn't even reached my second year, " y/n smiled sadly, "The Sidra flooded the city when I was born, our father said that an uncontrollable storm raged on for two weeks afterward. It was clear that I had a power that couldn't be tamed here, so I was sent to my mother in Doranelle, and she raised me."

"I remember that storm," Mor spoke faintly, brow furrowed as she recounted the night when the lightening cracked over the Court of Nightmares, causing the entire city to seek refuge indoors for four whole days and nights, "I didn't realise that it was you."

"Yes, well," y/n trailed, "It's not everyday a High Lord fucks a Valg queen but here we are."

Feyre suppressed a chuckle at y/n's tone, one that was light and attempting to find the silver lining of it all.

Rhys lay a sturdy hand on her knee and pulled her attention to him, unspoken words of an eon drifted between them, "If it's any consolation, I think that father sent you away because he knew that you were meant to be more than a High Lord's trophy wife. Males would wage wars to control a power like yours."

Feyre spoke next, asking, "What is it that you can do?"

Laying her palm open toward the ceiling, the room watched intently as blue sparks of lightening coursed over her fingertips and curled around her wrists, "I can mostly control the weather, storms to be exact, and water also answers my call."

"Tell them the truth, y/n," Aelin teased, "Stop trying to lessen your worth," she told y/n sternly, holding her gaze and sighing when she didn't elaborate, "She decimated an entire army with that power to save me, and the entire world. It nearly killed her. Erilea owes her a great debt. That's why she is queen, not because of her birth right, but because she sacrificed herself to make the world a better place."

"So, you control storms, huh?" Cassian cut through the pause, threading his fingers behind his head and leaning back into the seat, his face a mixture of impress and challenge.

Y/N raised a goblet to her lips, causing Azriel to wonder where exactly she had gotten it from, and drank slowly, "There's a reason that storms are named after women."

"Can you fight?" Mor asked, eager to know if she could train with her cousin, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible with the time they had together.

Rowan huffed and then frowned when Aelin dug her elbow into his ribs, but it didn't hurt him, not one bit. "You can thank me for that."

"He trained you?" Cassian asked with disbelief, his shoulders squaring and eyes narrowing at the white haired fae prince.

"I can show you if you'd like?" Y/N smirked through her lashes, eyes swimming with unmatched mischief as Cassian turned to her and grinned, thinking it would be an easy win for him. "If you're up to the challenge?"

"I would be honoured to show you how us Illyrians fight. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two." Cassian wriggled his brows at y/n but he failed to notice the glance she sent to Rowan who was rolling his eyes in her direction, and something told Azriel that Cassian would be eating those words once the morning came to pass.

Author's Note

Part 2 is here my lovelies!

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witchlinggirlie · 4 months ago

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Rowan Whitethorn X Aelin Galathynius X Reader

Aelin wakes you up in the best way possible.. An AU where Rowan and Aelin have always had a third mate, set post-Kingdom of Ash.

Warnings: fingering, squirting, slight nipple play, brief masturbation. Reader is subby af to her two mates :(

You awoke in the palace with an arm wrapped around your waist, lightly stroking your torso as you shifted, awakening from your slumber. You could feel Aelins mane of blonde hair tickle your naked back as her hand switched from light brushes to pulling you in closer. You grinned into the pillow as she whispered into your ear "Good morning my love,"

You arched into her front, feeling the warmth envelop you as you shyly buried your face into the pillow, joy bursting from your heart at how lucky you felt. "Good morning Fireheart," you whispered back as she began to trail light kisses across your shoulder and neck.

"Someone is still snoozing so let's not wake him yet.." Aelin hushed into your ear as you both peered over your shoulder to look at Rowan deep in sleep on his front. His tattoos were on full display and gods he was beautiful, since the battles were finally over and the world resembled somewhat peace, he had never slept so soundly. Whenever he had you and his fireheart with him, together as three, how it had always been, he would be out like a light. You almost envied his eyelids and dreams, stealing him away from you and Aelin for hours on end. How selfish.

Aelin brought you away from your thoughts as her kisses turned more heated trailing down the side of your neck, her lips lightly sucking, pointed teeth nipping every now and then. The contact causing you to bring your thighs together in attempt to ease some of the ache forming between your legs. "Aelin.." You sighed as she pushed you further into the bed, head falling to the pillow as she leaned over you. Her hands trailed down your waist as her lips brushed over yours. A golden halo of hair falling around you.

"Hmph love, I want you.." Aelin whispered into your lips as you needily began to pull her into a kiss and lightly buck your hips. Her hands trailed lower, brushing over your core every now and then whilst you began to grow impatient. You arched your head up remembering Rowan still slept soundly next to both of you, he really did sleep well now, but that didn't stop Aelin from her ministrations. Her hand dipped into your wet panties as you let out a gasp at the friction, all logical thoughts now fallen away with the need and desire to have her, to feel her, to fall apart around her fingers.

And Aelin felt the same, bobbing her head down to suck at your nipple. You whined in response, your panties now soaked through, but still, Aelin kept her hand teasing your clit ever so slowly. She was a master in the art of torture and knew how to rile you up, your clit throbbing with anticipation as you felt her fingers begin to work circles slowly. Out of you, her and Rowan, you were the neediest, both of them calling you their little brat as you would need them often, no matter where they were. And they conceded every time because who could deny the other part of their soul. But mornings like this you loved, where it was one, or both of them who awoke needy and wanting. Hands all over you making you feel more alive than you ever had, you didn't know what you had done to deserve them but you would thank every god out there for it.

"Aelin, p-please," You whined again as your hips bucked to meet her hand, you wanted her wholly now, Rowan's slumber be damned.

"Sh, be quiet love, we don't want to wake him," Aelin whispered as she nipped at your hardened bud, a smile gracing her lips. Gods she loved torturing you, and Rowan as well. For she knew he had awoken, his eyes still lay closed but his breathing was slightly more erratic and his cock stood tall under the sheets, jutting every now and then in sync with your little moans and whines.

You began to roll your hips in time with Aelins fingers now, practically getting yourself off as your head thrashed on the pillow, you tried to be quiet you really did but you were so desperate. You needed to cum, but her fingers on your clit alone wasn't enough. "A-Aelin, inside now, p-please fireheart" Aelin chuckled as she bit on your earlobe lightly, her fingers dipping lower as they made their way into your entrance. First, just one, teasing again, and then two barrelling their way into you at a steady pace you almost saw white. You moaned loudly at this, at hand clamping over your mouth at once. You glanced to look at Rowan but Aelin curled her fingers up at the same time causing your eyes to roll back in your head.

Thank gods, Rowan thought as he heard the lewd slaps of Aelins hand meeting your entrance and moans spilling out of your innocent mouth. He was slowly losing control, he wanted Aelin to have her moment with you, but waking up to hear his two mates together like this was how he wanted to spend every morning. And if Aelin continued to tease you, he was this close to ripping off the covers and fucking you himself. Aelin he could tease, Aelin he could power play with, magic usually battling one another. But you, he had a weakness for, if you needed him he couldn't say no. And Aelin was usually the same, except she would drag it out with both of you.

Tears began to well in your eyes and Aelins fingers continued to curl in just the right way, hitting your g-spot again and again as you pulled her head down to kiss her. Fuck Aelin thought as you began to shake above her, you were so close, body trembling as your orgasm began to build in you. "Are you going to cum my love?" Aelin asked innocently, a calmness on her face in comparison to the sounds coming from you.

You nodded your head, your hips arching for anything as Aelin held them down with one of her thighs, "Fuck, please, I'm going to c-cum"

And Rowan, was questioning everything in that moment. His dick had been slowly arching itself in unison with your moans and he nearly came right then and there hearing his love and fireheart. He was already so close, aching for more, and then, you moaned his name. He was supposed to be asleep but here you were, "Rowannn" you whimpered as your high came crashing down and he couldn't stop himself from wrapping a fist around his aching cock and pumping, one, two, and then thick white ropes were spraying all over his belly. He groaned under his breath, his thick hand jutting up and down.

Aelin glanced over and let out a light giggle as she saw the mess Rowan had made and whispered, "let go my love" And gods did you let go, vision going white as your whole body went taught, a light spray coating Aelins fingers as you squirted and gasped for breath. Whining as Aelin coaxed you through it all. And Rowan, swore he was in heaven, as the final pumps of his unexpected orgasm came down on him fully, his hand brushing over the sensitive tip a final time.

You blinked, suddenly feeling guilty for possibly waking Rowan up as Aelin shifted so he came into view. Seeing him in all his glory with cum still leaking from the tip, coating his toned belly. His face in slight shock and awe at the two of you. Your mouth watered again. "You will be the death of me, you two." Rowan shook his head as Aelin giggled pecking your lips and then his.

"I think you both need a shower and now your queen is owed two favours!" Aelin demanded like a true ruler as she climbed off the bed, stripping naked and strutting to the bath chamber. You rolled over to Rowan on the bed, collapsing your head into his shoulder, both of you still reeling in post-orgasm bliss, he kissed your forehead lightly three times and said, "Morning my love,"

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Ah okay so I really enjoyed writing this, there is barely any smut/x readers for tog and its so underserved! I definitely want to write more hehe

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⁀➷ Beneath the Crown // Rowaelin (ToG) x F!Reader

Summary: You serve the Queen and King, always at her side. But behind locked doors and silk sheets, you're something more. Loved by fire and wind, you're held in secret between two rulers who would burn the world for you. But when danger creeps too close, and your silence becomes a shield, you learn what it truly means to be protected.

A/N: I have been desperate to write some Rowan/Aelin for so long, just wasn't sure how popular it would be; however, who cares, if I love it, I should write it, right?! Throne of Glass is one of my top book series, so I will definitely be writing more (also, if anyone has any TOG requests, pls send them to me <3)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, polyamorous, threesome (f/f/m), secret relationship, domestic bliss, threats, injuries/violence to reader, possessive Rowaelin, protective, off-screen murder, oral (f receiving), cum swallowing, passionate sex, fingering, overstimulation

Words: 8.1k

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The light that spilt through the open windows of the royal suite was warm and golden, filtered by sheer white curtains and the soft hush of early morning in the palace. Dawn had barely broken, and already your eyes were open.

You were pressed between two bodies, far too warm and far too unwilling to let you leave. Aelin was curling into your front, her leg hooked over your hip, face buried in your neck. Rowan was at your back, his arm heavy over your waist, his breath soft and even as it ghosted along your skin.

It was quiet. Peaceful. And entirely dangerous.

You had ten, maybe fifteen minutes to get everything in order before the palace staff expected to see the head maid in presentable order. You were expected to look immaculate and to appear behind the Queen’s shoulder like a shadow, composed and unreadable.

Not like someone who had spent the night tangled in their sheets, kissed breathless and worshipped.

You slowly and carefully slipped from between them.

Aelin groaned the moment she sensed your absence. “No. No, come back.”

“I can’t,” you whispered, already crossing the room. “Your breakfast is in forty minutes, and you’re not even bathed.”

“You can bathe me,” Aelin purred from the sheets, sitting up and looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever with golden spirals of hair curling over her bare shoulders.

You sent her a look over your shoulder as you slipped behind the folding screen, trying not to be distracted by her beauty. “That’s the problem, your majesty.”

Within ten minutes, you were fully dressed. A deep forest green gown lined with gold thread, your hair left in its natural state, simply petted down to look presentable. You looked regal enough to stand beside a queen without drawing too much attention, yet invisible enough to be passed off as any other servant if someone looked too closely.

You pressed cool water to your cheeks, steadying yourself. There was no time to ache for them. You had work to do.

By the time you returned to the bed, Aelin was sprawled on top of the covers like a lazy cat, one bare leg hanging off the edge, the golden shift she wears to bed hardly covering her backside. She smirked as you approached with a robe.

“Come to kiss me good morning, darling?”

“Come to drag your arse into the bath, more like,” you replied sweetly, tossing the robe onto the bed.

Aelin sat up with a groan, letting the sheets fall to her waist. Her breathtaking eyes were sleepy and yet wicked. “You’re no fun when you’re professional.”

You tried to keep your expression composed as you helped her stand, wrapping the robe around her shoulders and guiding her into the adjoining bathing chamber.

“I am very fun when I'm not trying to keep your entire court from gossiping about the fact that their queen has her maid in her bed,” you said dryly.

Aelin only laughed, and the sound echoed off the marble walls.

The bath was already dawn, deep and steaming, infused with floral oils and herbs you’d placed there to steep from the night before.

Aelin stepped in with a sigh, and you knelt at the edge, sleeves rolled up as you washed her hair, careful and practised with deep massages into her scalp until she was mewling obscenely.

She leaned back against the tub and watched you with open admiration.

“Do you have to be so good at this?” she murmured with tired eyes.

“It’s literally my job.”

“No, your job is to drive me insane by looking like that and pretending you’re not mine.”

Your cheeks heated, fingers hesitating in her hair. Aelin smirked, “Did I say stop?”

You resumed your work, focusing on the strands between your fingers, even as Aelin’s foot slid along the edge of the tub, offering you a glimpse between her legs.

“Stop it,” you warned, but there was no heat to it.

“Make me.”

She reached for your hand, pressed a kiss to your palm, and your breath caught.

The door opened behind you.

“She’s misbehaving again, isn’t she?” Rowan’s voice was amused, gravelly and smoky first thing in the morning.

You didn’t turn; you were too focused on keeping your face composed as you reached for the oils.

“She’s refusing to let me get her ready,” you said primly.

“I am tempting her,” Aelin corrected, eyes sparkling.

Rowan chuckled, and you could hear the sounds of his boots crossing the chamber. A moment later, his presence was at your back, warm and solid. You shivered when he brushed his fingers over your wrist.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered lowly against the shell of your ear.

You swallowed. “So do you. Now sit. I need to braid your hair.”

“I already–”, you turned just as he sank gracefully into the armchair near the vanity, a soft towel slung around his waist. Washed my hair. I’m all ready for you, you always do it better than I do.”

Rowan raised a brow, green eyes gleaming as he reached for a brush. “You usually do it.”

You sigh, mostly at yourself, and cross over, accepting the brush from his hand. He sat patiently, back straight, bare shoulders relaxed beneath your touch as you began to comb through his damn hair. As much as Rowan was a strong, independent male, the moment he sees your fingers caressing Aelins hair, he becomes jealous and comes up with any excuse to take her place.

Behind you, Aelinstretched in the bath, watching the two of you with a knowing smile. “You two look disgustingly domestic.”

“You’re just jealous she’s not braiding your hair right now,” Rowan grunted with his eyes closed, focusing on every touch that you provided.

You worked in silence for a few more moments, your fingers careful and skilled as you wove Rowan’s hair into a simple warrior’s braid.

It should’ve been professional. It wasn’t. Not with the way his head tilted slightly into your hand, not with the way he turned to kiss your wrist when you were done. Not with the look he gave you, that quiet, worshipful look that made your chest ache.

“You should go help your queen,” Rowan said softly.

“I am helping her,” you say, brushing a kiss to his cheek. “By making sure she doesn't arrive at breakfast looking like she’s been in bed for half the morning.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Aelin called from the bath.

You turned, lifting your brow. “Out. Towel. Now.”

She groaned but obeyed, standing in all her glory as you and Rowan admired her before wrapping her in a towel. She was dripping and smug as she stepped out of the bath.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you say with a twitch of a smirk on your lips.

“I’m lucky for a lot of things,” she said, voice quieter now, more real.

And when her hand reached for yours, you didn’t hesitate. You helped her dress in a royal blue gown with silver embroidery, soft velvet and silk. You fastened her corset, tugged her laces, arranged her jewellery, painted a soft flush on her cheeks, all whilst Rowan arranged subtle weapons upon her person.

As you both moved, Aelin stole kisses. All while she whispered compliments about her two favourite people.

When her hair was finally twisted and pinned, her lips painted, and her expression appropriately regal, you stepped back.

“Majesty,” you said with a practised nod.

Aelin stepped close, her mouth brushing your ear. “Lover,” she whispered, with wicked affection.

And Rowan, behind you, just smiled.

But when you opened the chamber doors, when your hand was on the handle and your composure perfectly in place, the three of you looked like nothing more than royalty and servant.

Just like you were supposed to. But the warmth on your neck? That was from Roan’s kiss. And the fire in your veins? That would always be Aelin.

The kitchens were already buzzing by the time you stepped in.

The scent of fresh bread, herbs, and strong coffee clung to the air. Steam curled from silver pots. Trays clattered, boots shuffled, and half-awake servants whispered to one another in that early-morning lull before Terrasen truly woke.

But the moment your voice cut through the noise – clear, calm, commanding – the room still. “Three trays for the high table. One plain, no spices – that’s Lord Darrow’s. Watch the wine goblets, he’ll notice if there’s even a spot on the rim.”

Several nods. People moved faster. You crossed the room with purpose, tightening the belt of your robe as you snatched a cloth and wiped a plate yourself.

“Have the Queen’s lemon water poured in her special glass this morning, with extra mint. Thank you, Geoffrey! Yes–that’s the glass, she needs a little love this morning,” you say to the young man before you carry Aelin’s crystal cup that she’d received as a gift for her last birthday.

And then, a voice at your shoulder, pausing your directions. “Well, well. If I isn’t Her Highness, the Terror of the Kitchen.”

You didn’t have to turn to know who it was. “Fenrys,” you say flatly, inspecting the tray beside you. “I thought I asked for useful hands this morning.”

He grinned, plucking a slice of peach from a dish and popping it into his mouth. “I’m here to protect the Queen. The food just happens to be a bonus.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips.

Fenrys had taken a liking to you early on, long before he’d suspected your real relationship with Rowan and Aelin. He teased mercilessly, flirted often, and offered sarcastic commentary from every corner of the palace. But there was loyalty beneath it. A sharp, watchful intelligence. He noticed things others didn’t.

“What are the royals?” he asked, mouth full of grapes.

“Getting ready,” you reply, giving him a pointed look. Try not to say anything that makes Aelin launch her goblet at you this time.”

“That was once,” he said, offendedly. “And it was a funny joke.”

“She’d just had four hours of court meetings and a visit from Lord Solstice. Your joke was about a goat falling down the castle steps. Real classy.”

“Still funny.”

You rolled your eyes again, but your smile softened. It felt good to laugh in the mornings, especially when you knew what the day would bring.

Moments later, you carried the final tray out yourself, a detail no one questioned anymore. It gave you reason to be in their chambers, to linger just long enough to check if Rowan had remembered to fix the collar of his tunic or if Aelin needed a second pin in her hair.

But by the time you reached the upper terrace, the one overlooking the eastern courtyard and the rolling hills of Terrasen, the high table was still empty. You set the tray down, turned–

And paused. There they were.

Standing at the far edge of the stone balcony, her head resting against his collarbone. Aedion stood just beside them, ars crossed, expression unreadable as he stared out over the land.

This moment was one shared most mornings if they could help it. Just a moment. To remember those lost. The hardships they’d suffered. To dream and pray and thank all of those who no longer walk the soil.

Turning back to the room, you found the servants and guards all with their heads lowered. Remembering the families, the friends, and the pain they had also endured.

It was a beautiful moment. One never disturbed.

Back in the main hall, you busied yourself with straightening cushions, adjusting silverware, and inspecting every single glass. The court will be arriving soon. Nobles with sharp eyes and sharper tongues. Eyes would be on the Queen and King, always. And by extension, on you.

You caught your reflection in the polished silver plate. Composed and regal as perfectly trained.

But your heart still beat like a second rhythm, one only two others truly knew. You pressed a hand lightly to your chest, steadied your breath, and stepped into place just behind the Queen’s chair.

When they entered, Aelin, Rowan, and Aedoin, no one would notice the way Aelin’s hand brushed your waist as she passed.

But you would. And so would Fenrys.

Conversations ebbed and flowed throughout the hall, chairs scraping back in hasty retreats. Breakfast was never quiet in Terrsaen. The high table bore gold-rimmed goblets, polished fruit bowls, flaky pastries, and gleaming silverware.

Around it, the court tried to behave itself, tried being the operative word.

You moved silently around the Queen’s side, adjusting her glass, topping off the coffee she hadn’t touched, ensuring the lemon water was the correct temperature.

Rowan barely glanced at his plate. You saw it in his stillness, the alert tension in his shoulders. He was scanning the room, listening without seeming to. Aelin leans back just slightly as you reach over her, adjusting the angle of a tray.

“You smell too good,” she whispered under her breath.

“You majesty?” you asked sweetly.

Her smirk was lethal. “Nothing.”

You gave her the look, the one that said, “not here, not now”, and moved behind her once more, hands folded neatly at your front. Her fingers brushed your hand under the table. You didn’t move. But your pulse fluttered wildly.

Across from you, a round-faced lord with thinning hair and a high-pitched voice spoke directly to Aelin, as if he thought his tone didn’t carry insult.

“You look… well-rested this morning, Majesty,” he said with a polite smile that did little to mask the suggestion behind his words.”One might think you’d been sleeping instead of handling the unrest in the South.”

Aelin’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Careful, Lord Halron. You’re starting to sound like someone who thinks he could do better.” The room stilled at her tone.

“Perhaps someone should remind Lord Halron that women can manage both diplomacy and sleep without his permission,” you said mildly, with an elegant raise of your brow as you just couldn’t sit and keep your mouth quiet.

Every head turned. Aelin froze. Rowan went utterly still. And Lord Halron turned a delicate shade of red. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’m sure you do,” you said, making sure to flaunt a gracious little smile, the rage spiking in your chest that it took all of your energy not to throw something at his thick head. “Though not as often as you beg the council to take your opinions seriously.”

The silence that followed was delicious. Aedoin was the first to recover; he let out a sharp, barked laugh and quickly masked it as a cough.

Fenrys, seated near the edge of the table, coughed loudly into his cup, covering his grin with suspicious effort.

Lord Halron looked seconds from combustion.

Aelin reached for her goblet and drank, only the faintest shimmer of amusement in her eyes.

But it was Rowan who glanced toward you, that unreadable stare locking onto yours across the table. His jaw flexed.

And gods above, the head in his gaze nearly sent your knees weak. Not anger. Lust.

He was undressing you with his eyes in the middle of a royal breakfast.

You dropped your gaze before anyone could notice, but not before Fenrys cut a sharp glance between the two of you.

Thankfully, Aedion leaned in toward Hhalron with a wolfish smile, breaking the tension. “Tell me, Lord Halron– when’s the last time you won a debate in court? Or do you prefer being spanked by the Queen’s maid instead?”

That drew a round of startled chuckles from nearby nobles, and a chorus of forced, diplomatic coughs. Lord Halron’s face deepened in shade as his rage erupted.

“It’s one thing for you to speak out of turn, General,” he said sharply to Aedion, who continued to grin at the man’s outburst. “But I won’t be publicly humiliated by some… servant girl pretending to have a voice at the royal table.”

And there it was. The shift was immediate.

The air turned sharp as steel. Not just the court’s tension–no, something far colder.

Rowan stood instantly, silent as snowfall but radiating lethal intent. His face was calm, too calm, his eyes glinting with quiet, deadly rage.

Aaelin didn’t rise. She didn’t need to.

She simply tilted her head at Halron, her smile razor-sharp and causing the man to drop his stare submissively. “That ‘servant girl’, Lord Halron,” she said smoothly, voice chilled, “commands my household. She has earned the trust of the Queen of Terrsen, of the King, and every member of this court whose opinion actually matters.”

You didn't move, not even as your pulse roared in your ears. You stood just behind her, shoulders straight, eyes calm because Aelin had just named you more than staff.

And Halron knew it.

“Is that a threat, Your Majesty?” he sneers, but his voice cracked.

Rowan stepped forward then, slow and quiet, gaze locked on the man like a predator's eyes on its prey. “No. this is.”

A beat of silence passed. Then Rowan leaned in and whispered something too low for anyone to hear – Except Haloron.

The colour drained from the man’s face, standing abruptly.

“Fenrys,” Aelin said idly, lifting a slice of buttered toast to her lips.

“Yes, Majesty?” Fenrys said as he rose from his seat, his eyes already gleaming with heat.

“Escot Lord Halron out. Kindly. Firmly.”

“With or without his dignity?”

“Up to you.”

“Marvellous.”

Fenrys strode toward Halron with the casual menace of someone who wanted the man to resit, but Halron wisely turned on his heel, practically tripping over himself to leave. The doors slammed shut behind him.

And the moment was over.

The atmosphere remained lively and bright, as if nothing had even occurred. With everyone's eyes now not cast on the drama, you could take a steadying breath.

Aelin sipped from her glass, her smirk lazy now, satisfaction humming in her eyes as Rowan returned to his seat beside her. “Your mouth is going to get you in some trouble,” she drawled, voice quiet enough only you could hear.

You stepped in to adjust her place, adding more grapes, your hand brushing her shoulder, her fingers catching yours just briefly. “You love it.”

“I want to bite it.”

You nearly choked on air, knees buckling ever so slightly.

Rowan, who had not turned to his mate, leaned over her, pouring more juice into her glass, allowing him to speak lowly to you, “You keep speaking like that in court, and we might have to show you our appreciation with an audience.”

You didn’t answer, couldn’t with the way you were trying to keep your features neutral, despite the way your cheeks were heating.

The morning air was crisp as you stepped beyond the castle gates, the faint scent of pine and wild mint clinging to the forest path. The trail between the castle and the lower town was well-worn and well-guarded.

But today, the shift had changed. You had insisted you didn’t need an escort; you’d walked this path dozens of times every week. It was safe.

Aelin had insisted on having someone else attend to inspect the crates being delivered to the city kitchens; however, you had spare time, especially as she and Rowan were spending the afternoon training, something you were wholly ill-skilled in.

A small, routine errand. An excuse for some peace and quiet.

And it had been, until it wasn’t.

You’d barely crossed the laurel archway that marked the forest’s edge when you heard them. Footsteps behind you. Slow and deliberate.

You turned and froze.

Lord Halron stepped out of the trees, his cloak dusty and torn, his face still marred by a darkening bruise along his jawline. You recognise it instantly, Fenrys’ parting gift.

Two men flanked him, both strangers, both armed. Not guard. Mercenaries.

Your mouth dried.

“You're far from the high table, Halron,” you said calmly, spine straightening.

He smiled, or tried to. The bruise pulled oddly at his skin. “So are you.”

You didn't reach for the dagger hidden in your boot. Not yet.

“I could scream,” you said quietly, the confidence in your voice wavering.

“You could,” he agreed, voice dripping with venom. “But I don't doubt that Queen would want her little pet involved in another scandal. And anyway, it's not like there’s anyone around to hear.”

You took a slow step back, hand brushing your cloak.

“I wasn’t planning on hurting you,” he continued, curling like a dog. “Until you opened your mouth in front of the whole court. You humiliated me.”

“You humiliated yourself,” you said coldly. “By speaking like a coward, to the queen no less. I just helped you finish the performance.”

Maybe, on reflection, your goading and taunts weren’t warranted, but you often spoke before thinking.

His smile vanished. He nodded once, and the two men moved.

You barely ducked the first blow, a fist meant for your face, but the second mercenary caught your arm in a brutal grip and wrenched it behind your back.

Pain lanced through your shoulder. You cried out in shock and fear.

“Still have that smart mouth?” Halron hissed, stepping closer and gripping your cheeks until pain sparked through your jaw. “Let’s see if you’re still so quick-witted once you’re reminded where you belong.”

You spat at his feet. “Terrasen won’t blink before ending you. Think before your next move, Halron.”

“Then you’d better not tell them,” he whispered, too close. The guard holding you twisted your arm again, not enough to break it, but enough to make fire bloom behind your eyes.

Then a sharp thud, a fist into your ribs, quick and surgical. You folded forward with a gasp, knees buckling. Stars burst behind your eyes. It wasn’t the worst pain you'd ever felt, but it was deep and wrong.

“That's enough,” Halron ordered, glancing around. “We don't need her broken.”

The guards released you. You instantly dropped to your knees, hand clutching your side, the air refusing to return to your lungs for one long, frozen moment.

Halron crouched beside you, his shadow cutting across your cheek. “You’ll keep your mouth shut now,” he said softly. “If you don’t want your Queen to be responsible for a scandal involving her previous maid caught alone in the forest with disgraced men. You know how rumours spread.”

You met his eyes. And smiled. “You should have killed me if you really wanted to cause a stir.” He flinched, just slightly, at your confident tone.

Then leaned in closer, breath hot against your ear as he held your chin in a fierce grip. “I know where your family lives.” Your entire body went still. “I know the street. The market stall your parents own. That farm where your grandparents reside. I know what time your cousins walk to school.”

He pulled back, eyes dark. “So let’s not pretend you’re invincible. You don't get to play the martyr when you've got people worth hurting.”

And just like that, everything changed. Your entire body gave up the fight.

“Tell the Queen,” he said quietly, “And I’ll make sure someone else pays for your sharp tongue.”

He stood and left you kneeling there in the dirt.

The forest was beautiful that day. Sunlight filtered through the golden leaves, leaving an ethereal beauty across the floor. The birds chirped overhead, the wind brushing over your skin gently.

And with every step, pain lanced through your side, destroying any chance that you had at admiring your surroundings.

You wrapped your arm tighter around your ribs, the thick wool of your cloak doing little to ease the deep, blooming ache beneath. Breathing fully hurt. Walking hurt. You weren’t sure which part of your body throbbed more: your shoulder or abdomen.

Each step was a carefully calculated lie.

Left foot, breathe. Right foot, mask it.

Again and again. You didn’t cry then. You didn’t let yourself, not while Halron’s vice still echoed in your ears, whispering names he should not have known.

Your fury had burned hot at first, but now, it had cooled into something heavier and unsettled.

You had decided immediately that you couldn’t tell anyone. The risk felt too real.

By the time you reached the rear entrance of the castle, the sun had begun to sink lower, painting the courtyard in warm amber hues.

You avoided the main halls. Too many eyes. Too many chances to be noticed.

Instead, you slipped into the servants' wing, a hallway of polished stone and narrow doors. Until you nearly collided with Lysandra.

The shifter paused mid-step, brows knitted as she caught your uninjured arm gently. “Gods, sorry–” then her eyes narrowed. “Are you limping?”

You straightened instinctively, ignoring the gut-wrenching strike of pain that came with the movement. “No. Just twisted my ankle a little in the market. The cobbles were uneven.”

Lysandra’s eyes scanned your face. She didn’t believe you, but she didn’t press the issue, not yet.

“You look unwell,” she said softly, concern threading through her tone. “Did something happen?”

“I’m fine,” you lied. Your voice was surprisingly calm. But your body wasn’t.

“I need to bring the supply list to the kitchens. They're waiting on my approval.” You offered a quick smile. “I’ll catch you later?”

Lysandra watched you for a beat longer. Then nodded. “Come by tonight,” she said gently. “Even if it’s just for tea. You don't have to talk.”

You squeezed her hand before moving on.

You made it as far as the old linen room. The one no one used anymore, tucked between stairwells, just before the Queens wing.

And that’s where you let yourself fall. Not hard. Not fully.

Just on the edge of a crate, hands pressed to your stomach, jaw clenched as the tears came, hot and furious tears that slipped down your cheeks and into your cloak.

You cried for the pain in your ribs, the strain in your shoulder, the truth that for the first time, Aelin and Rowan hadn’t been there to protect you, and you were terrified.

But only for a minute did you break as you wiped your face, standing slowly and pulling your cloak tighter.

Breathe. Smile. Serve. You could still do your job.

You were almost back in the Queen’s chambers when Fenrys turned a corner and spotted you. His steps slowed. His golden eyes scanned your face, and then your posture.

“You’re walking like you’ve been stabbed,” he said, tone between jesting and concern.

You offered a soft laugh. “It’s been a long day.”

Fenrys frowned. “Did something happen?”

You paused, just long enough for him to know you were choosing not to answer, his posture straightening instantly.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

He stepped closer, “Listen-”

You cut him off with a look, “Don’t. I’m fine.”

Fenrys exhaled, frustration clear on his face. But he didn’t push. Not yet. Just stepped aside and let you pass. “I’ll be watching. Don’t think I’ll be letting this go.”

“I know.”

You made it to the queen’s chamber just before the door opened. Aelin and Rowan entered together, sweat-slick and flushed from training, laughing about something you didn’t catch.

Their eyes found you instantly. Aelin’s smile deepened. “There you are.”

Rowan’s gaze sharpened slightly, as it always did, noting your presence, cataloguing your state. But your mask was already on.

“I just returned from the market,” you said easily, brushing imaginary dust from your sleeve. “The Eyllwe shipment arrived. Spices all accounted for.”

Aelin leaned into Rowan’s side. “Remind me to gift them something extra this solstice.”

Rowan nodded, but his eyes hadn’t let up yet.

You dropped your gaze, stepping forward, already beginning to help unfasten Aelin’s cloak with soft, steady hands.

No tremor or flinch—just silence and the slow, steady countdown to when everyone would finally snap.

The evening moved like clockwork.

Aelin bathed while Yu prepared her nightwear. Rowan stood shirtless at the far window, brushing down his damp hair after a sparring session that left a line of redness across his ribs. You caught glimpses of them as you folded linens, every flex of his shoulder causing something to stir low in your stomach, as it usually did.

Tonight, you could hardly stand up straight without your ribs aching. Still, you smiled through it.

“You’re quiet,” Aelin said lazily from the bath. She lounged in the scented water, eyes half-lidded, golden with firelight. “Too tired to tease me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, your Majesty.”

Rowan snorted.

Aelin frowned slightly. “You didn’t correct me. Usually by now, I’ve been scolded twice.”

You looked up briefly and forced a small smile. “Maybe I'm being merciful.”

She narrowed her eyes at you, but thankfully didn’t press.

When she stepped from the bath, you were ready for her robe. You helped dry her off in silence, but not the uncomfortable kind. Your shoulder twinged sharply when you moved to brush out her hair, and you had to swallow a gasp.

Rowan saw it. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes lingered a little too long, and you felt the weight of his attention even as he crossed to the table.

Aelin, still facing the mirror, caught your reflection behind hers. “You staying tonight?”

You hesitated, just for a moment. But it was enough.

“Not tonight,” you said as carefully as you could. I'm tired. And I have to help the kitchen staff early.”

Aelin turned, robe tied loosely around her waist. “You're always up early. That's never stopped you before.”

Rowan folded his muscular arms tightly across his chest. “She's lying.”

You shot him a sharp look. “I'm not.”

“Yes, you are,” he said calmly, stepping closer. “You've been lying since you came back from the market.

“Stop.”

Aelin stepped in then, her hand soft on your arm, the wrong arm. You flinched before you could stop it, breath catching.

Aelin’s brows lifted. Rowan’s expression didn’t change, but the room dropped ten degrees.

“You’re hurt,” Aelin said softly.

“I’m not,” you whispered, stepping away from her. “I swear. It’s nothing–”

“Don’t lie to us.” Rowan's voice was low and dangerous. “You think we wouldn’t notice?”

You backed up a step, too fast, too sharp, and pain flared in your side. You winced, biting your lip.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said, eyes wide now. “Please. Please just let it go.”

“You come back, flinching in pain and expect us to sit quietly?” Aelin asked, concern etched on her beautiful face. “Talk to us.”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I-If I tell you, you’ll–.” You stopped.

You couldn't finish. Aelin stepped forward. Rowan didn’t move, but you could feel his presence, steady and coiled.

“Did someone hurt you?” she asked quietly.

“I can’t,” you repeated, voice cracking, facade fading away.

Rowan’s voice was near your ear now. “Tell me who–”

“Stop–”

“We’ll hand it. We always do–”

“Stop!” you snapped, voice rising. And then you flinched.

Your body twists, trying to shield your side. But the motion was too fast. White-hot pain ripped through your ribs and shoulder. A ragged sound tore from your throat, not a scream, but close, a strangled cry.

You dropped to your knees, one hand pressed to your ribs, the other bracing on the cold stone floor. Breathing turned shallow. Panic surged.

Both of them were on you instantly. Aelin dropped beside you, handshoering but not touching. Rowan crouched close, his voice suddenly gentle.

“Where?”

You shook your head.

“I'm going to touch your side. Just to check,” he said with all the patience in the world.

“No–don’t–please–”

You were shaking now. Your entire body trembling from pain and fear and adrenaline.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I can’t say it.”

You couldn’t breathe. The pain wasn’t the worst of it; it was everywhere, yes, but the air, the air refused to reach your lungs. You were gasping, but nothing came. No air, no words. Your throat locked up.

Everything was spinning.

Rowan’s voice cut through it, firm but low. “Hey–Hey, look at me. Look at me, love.”

You barely heard him. Aelin’s hand hovered near your face, her voice steadier than it should have been. “You’re okay. You’re here. No one’s going to hurt you.”

But the fear was louder. You tried to speak, to say sorry, to explain, to lie again, but your body shook violently, and nothing came but a slight, desperate sound. You flinched when Roan reached for your side again, a protective curl overtaking your spine.

Your vision was going black at the edges.

Then, the door slammed open. “What’s going on?” Fenrys demanded.

His voice was sharp and unguarded for once.

He didn’t wait for permission. He crossed the room in two steps, crouched low beside Rowan, his eyes taking over your form like a prying predator assessing damage.

“She’s panicking,” Aelin snapped, trying to keep her tone soft, but her panic was there, too.

“I know,” Fenrys said tightly,” I can feel it. I saw her earlier. I knew something was wrong.”

Rowan touched your face, cupping it gently between both hands. “You’re safe. Breathe with me. Just breathe.”

You were trying. But panic clawed at your chest, your ribs burning from the effort.

“It hurts,” you choked. “It hurts–I can’t–breathe–”

Aelin’s palm found yours. “Then don’t talk. Just listen to us.”

“Here.” Rowan moved behind you, gently, so gently, and sat down with you between his legs, his chest pressed to your back, his arms a cage around you. “Lean into me. I’ve got you.”

You were still trembling, but his warmth helped ease the sensation. Then he took a deep breath and, using his magic, forced crisp, chilled air into your lungs. His steady heartbeat against your spine, his breath brushing your ear. His hands, large and callused, rubbed soothing circles over your uninjured arm.

“Well done, love,” he encouraged, continuing to help you breathe.

Aelin moved in front of you, crouching low. Her expression had softened, still fierce, still glowing with silent rage, but now focused on you like nothing else mattered.

“Darling,” she said softly. “What happened to you?”

You shook your head, tears tracking down your cheeks. You couldn’t.

Rowan didn't push; he just held you tighter, supplying you with fresh air.

But Fenrys watched you, and he knew.

He looked at your body, where you clutched your ribs, where your shoulder sagged too low. He looked at your ashen face, open and terrified.

And his expression changed.

Something cold settled over him. His posture straightened. His eyes went flat and deathly.

“Who touched her?” he asked quietly, not even looking at Aelin or Rowan.

Having calmed down enough from the panic attack, you were exhausted, physically and emotionally, so that you couldn’t stop the word from slipping past your lips.

“Halron.”

Rowan went very still behind you. Aelin didn’t move either, her face unreadable, her eyes suddenly like chipped glass. Fenrys let out a breath.

“I’ll get a healer,” he said softly.

“No one but Yrene,” Aelin snapped.

“She’s not in the castle.”

“Then someone she trained. I don't care who, but if they don't have golden hands, I’ll gut them at the door.”

Fenrys didn’t argue. He only met your eyes, his softening just slightly.

“I’ll fix it,” he promised. And then he was gone.

You stayed cradled against Rowan, barely aware of the minutes passing. His hands never left you. Neither did Aelin.

She brushed sweat-damp hair from your brow, her voice softer than the silk you kept folded in her wardrobe.

“You should have told us.”

“I couldn’t,” you whispered. “He said he knew about my family. He threatened them. He knew such specific details, I had no choice but to believe him.”

Her lips pressed into a tight line, but she didn't explode. She didn't roar, break glass, or summon fire.

Instead, she reached forward and pressed her forehead to yours.

“You’re ours,” she whispered. “And no one hurts what's ours.”

Rowan hummed in agreement behind you, a low sound of quiet, brutal promise. You were safe now. And someone would pay for what had been done.

You didn’t remember falling asleep. But you woke to soft voices, the scent of lavender, and a pair of cool, careful fingers pressing just below your ribs.

Your body jolted, but you were held gently in place, Rowan’s hands anchoring your hips.

“It’s alright,” Aelin's voice reassured beside you, her fingers brushing over your forehead. “You’re safe.”

The healer, young, quiet with golden embroidery along her sleeves, didn’t meet your eyes. She was respectful, professional, and had been carefully chosen by Fenrys from the list of those Yrene had personally trained.

“She’s bruised, not broken,” the healer said gently, her hands glowing faintly as she passed them over your ribs. “Deep bruising here, shoulder strain. Pulled, but not dislocated.”

Rowan’s jaw clenched. You could feel it in the way his hands curled around the blanket.” Pain level?” the healer asked you, voice soft and calming.

You hesitated. “Seven.”

Rowan made a sound, quiet, low and furious.

She said, bruised,” Aelin said under her breath, but her tone was tight. “Not impaled.”

You almost laughed, but it hurt to breathe deeply, so you didn’t.

By the time the healer wrapped your ribs in soft, enchanted bandaging and placed a warming poultice across your shoulder, you were fading again, exhausted, your body aching in ways you hadn't realised.

But when you tried to sit up, brown stopped you.

“You’re not sleeping in your quarters tonight.”

“I–Rowan–”

“No.”

That was it. Just one word. No room for argument.

“You’ll stay here,” Aelin added, fluffing the pillows behind you and pulling the blanket up higher. “With us. End of discussion.”

“I don't want to be a burden,” you admitted with a whisper.

Aelin’s eyes flashed. “You’re not.”

Rowan shifted closer to the bed, one hand brushing your uninjured arm. “We’ll breathe easier with you here.”

You nodded, throat tight.

There was a knock at the door. Fenrys slipped in without waiting for permission.

“They're in the dungeons,” he informed Aelin and Rowan. “Halron and both his men. We caught them trying to slip downriver.”

Rowan’s body coiled.

“They’ll live long enough to answer for what they did,” Fenrys added, gaze flicking to you. “But they’re done. You’re safe.”

You managed a small smile. “Thank you.”

Fenrys gave you a short note, nothing more, but it held the weight of loyalty. He didn't stay long after that. There was a quiet understanding in the room now. Halron could wait. For now, you were what mattered.

Later that night, Rowan lifted you gently into the centre of the bed, his movements careful, his hands never leaving yours. Aelin crawled in beside you, wrapping herself around your uninjured side like a shield.

They didn't press. Didn't touch you with hunger or demand, only with comfort.

Rowan’s hand cupped the back of your neck. Aelin’s lips brushed your temple. “You’re not alone anymore,” she whispered. “You never were. We’ll always keep you safe.”

And with both of them at your side, one heartbeat steady against your back, the other warm and soft against your front, you finally allowed yourself to drift off, safe and surrounded.

It had been four days since they returned from the dungeons. You hadn’t asked. You hadn’t needed to.

Aelin and Rowan had vanished that morning with no explanation and returned just before dinner. Blood-soaked and silent, eyes hard and satisfied. They hadn’t tried to hide it from you. Aelin had kissed your temple before bathing, still streaked in crimson. Rowan had cradled your face in his blood-stained hands and said, “They will never hurt you again.”

You had been at a loss for words and were only able to nod. And everyone, from courtier to guard, had seen the blood. Seen your lovers returned, marked and triumphant, having made an example.

The court learned quickly, hurt the Queen's maid, and they bled.

Now, fourt days later, you were losing your fucking mind.

Your ribs still ached faintly, and your shoulder was stiff, but you could move. You could breathe. And yet they insisted on rest..

You were tired of resting.

So when you found the sitting room scattered with books and scrolls, you took your chance, tidying, straightening, ignoring the little voice in your head that warned you not to stretch too far.

You were halfway through refolding a blanket when the door creaked open behind you.

You froze. Then slowly, very slowly, turned around.

Rowan stood in the doorway. Arms crossed. Brows raised.

Aelin stepped in behind him and surveyed the scene.

Her lips quirked. “Oh no.”

You offered a sheepish smile. “I was bored.”

Rowan didn’t speak. He just strode forward, scooped you up effortlessly, and sat down on the chaise with you draped across his lap like a misbehaving kitten.

“I'm fine,” you said, muffled by the arm he tucked your head beneath his chin.

“You were told to rest.”

“I have been resting–”

Aelin dropped into the cushions beside him, dragging her legs across both of yours. “Don’t lie to us, darling. You’ve been plotting your escape since yesterday.”

“She alphabetised your personal library last night when we weren’t looking,” Rowan added.

You blinked up at him. “You noticed?”

“His eyes narrowed. “The books are not in author order anymore; it looks ridiculous.”

“Yes, but now you can easily find which books you’re looking for–”

Aelin laughed, rich and warm, and leaned in to brush your lips with hers. “You’re such a menace.”

“You flushed, grinning. “Can’t help it.”

Rowan’s hand slid slowly along your thigh, grounding you. “And what happens when you push yourself too soon?”

You sighed, “I get lectured.”

Aelin nipped your bottom lip gently with her sharpened canines. “You get punished.”

That made your breath hitch.

Rowan smirked, just faintly, the dark tattoos etched across his face shifting with the movement. “Do you want to be punished, sweet thing?”

You swallowed. “I…”

“You want to be touched,” Aelin said, lips now brushing the shell of your ear. “You’ve been aching for it.”

“I didn’t want to rush you,” you admitted softly.

“You’re not rushing us,” Rowan said, his voice low and gravel-soft. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Aelin slid off the couch and knelt between your legs. Her fingers skimmed up your arm as she looked up at you with a wicked grin. “And now you’ve been bad.”

“Very bad,” Rowan agreed, tugging your dress slowly up your thighs. “Disobeying orders. Putting stress on already bruised ribs.”

You whimpered softly as Aelin pressed a kiss to your knee, then higher.

“Can we?” she asked, eyes suddenly softer, her hand brushing the bandages at your side. “We’ll be careful.”

You nodded, already breathless.

Rowan adjusted you in his lap, cradling your back with firmness that stole your breath. “You tell us to stop, and we stop. Immediately.”

“I trust you,” you breathed.

This was all they needed.

Aelin was playful first, always was. She lifted your dress in slow, deliberate folds until your thighs were bare to the cool air. Her fingers traced teasing paths, skipping over where you wanted her most.

Rowan didn’t rush either.

He turned your ace to his and kissed you deeply, not demanding, not rough, just claiming. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he kissed you like you were made of silk.

You whined softly as Aelin’s mouth pressed to the inside of your thigh.

“Such a needy thing,” she whispered, smiling against your skin. “Always pretending you don’t like being looked after.”

“Brat,” Rowan muttered, but fondly. He flid one arm around your waist to support you, and the other moved lower, sliding between your legs.

You gasped, soft and instinctive as his fingers stroked your already soaked core through your undergarments.

“You’re dripping,” he growled, voice tight with restraint. “You like being scolded, don’t you?”

Aelin chuckled. “She likes it when you growl at her. Don’t you, love?”

You mewled as she kissed over your hipbone. “Yes.”

Rowan pulled your panites down slowly, dragging them along your thighs, and passed them to Aelin with a smirk. “Trophy,” she said, tucking the lacy material into the cleavage of her dress.

Then her mouth was on you. And all self-control shattered.

Her tongue was sinful. Licking you slowly, starting lower and rising, caressing your clit in pressured circles that had your hips rolling chasing more friction.

Rowan kissed your temple, holding you close and whispering praises into your skin. “So good, our perfect girl.”

“She tastes better every time,” Aelin said between strokes, voice thick with pleasure.

Rowan let one hand slide to your breast, kneading carefully, never pressing where the bruises still lingered. “Ours,” he whispered again. “You remember that, don’t you?”

You nodded desperately, hips arching into Aelin’s mouth. She moaned into you, and the sound broke you.

Your orgasm hit fast, white-hot and dizzying. You clutched Rowan’s tunic, cried out Aelin’s name and let the wave crash over you with no shame.

They didn’t stop.

Rowan lifted you into his arms, carried you carefully to the bed, and laid you down like you were glass.

Aelin stripped out of her dress and crawled in beside you, kissing your throat.

“Ready for more?” she asked, eyes gleaming and wild.

“Please.”

Rowan undressed wth unhurried precision and when he knelt between your legs, cock hard and throbbing, you swore you’d never seen anything more beautiful.

He pressed a hand between your thighs again, slicking you up once more. “You’ll take me slow.”

You nodded, happy to do anything that came out of his mouth.

His first push still stole the air from your lungs. He moved gently, lowering himself and entering you inch by inch, careful to keep his weight off your ribs, one hand stroking your cheek, the other tangled with Aelins as she held you from behind.

“You’re everything,” Rowan groaned, beginning to thrust. “Every gods-damned part of you belongs to us.”

“Say it,” Aelin encouraged, her mouth against your shoulder. “Say who you belong to.”

“You,” you gasped, arching your back, thighs tightening around Rowan's hips. “Both of you. I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” they said together.

Rowan didn’t change the pace, no matter how much you begged or tried to roll your hips.

“Please,” you cried out, nails digging into the tattoos covering his back. “Faster, harder–”

“No, he demanded, voice dark but tender. “You're still healing. I won't hurt you.”

His thrusts stayed steady, slow and deep. Hitting all the right places, dragging it out, making you feel every inch of him. His restraint was maddening, beautiful. And then Aelins fingers flipped between your thighs again, circling your clit in tight, expert circles.

“Don’t pout,” she purred against your throat. “We’ll give you everything. Just like this.”

The pleasure hit so fast that you sobbed.

Rowan hissed through his teeth as your walls clenched around him, his control finally snapping as he groaned and thrust deep one last time, filling you with a low, broken growl of your name.

You barely had time to breathe before Aelin slid down between your thighs. “Let me taste,” she whispered, her eyes molten.

You whined, overstimulated, but she didn't wait.

She spread your legs gently, kissed your inner thigh and devoured you. Tongue flicking over where Rowan had just been, fingers curling deep as she worked you to your third orgasm. Your cries were helpless, trembling under her mouth.

And just when you thought you couldn’t take any more–

Rowan moved behind her, pushing her gently onto her elbows, spreading her knees as he dropped to the floor behind her.

His tongue met her soaked cunt at the same time your orgasm crested again. Aelin moaned into your clit as Rowan licked her with slow, ravenous strokes, her fingers still pumping inside you, her lipsstill tasting yourshared pleasure.

She was relentless, to the point that when your final orgasm hit, you were boneless, collapsed into the bed, half awake and limbs twitching from the stimulation.

They curled around you afterwards like they were made for it, Rowan tucking you to his chest, Aelin curled behind you, arm slung over your waist. Her face pressed to your neck.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you again,” Aelin whispered, brushing her finger over your collarbone.

“You’re safe,” Rowan reiterated tenderly, his lips to your temple. “Forever. With us.”

And as you drifted, body sated, soul soft and warm between them, you believed it.

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throneofsmut · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 6: Temperature Play

Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn x Reader || WC: 803

Your lips part gently, each soft pant escaping like a whisper, your breath warm and shallow.

“Gods,” you mumble as Aelin kisses the right side of your jaw and neck, nibbling and sucking the soft warm skin.

Rowan claims your left side, his elongated canines scraping against your skin gently and another wave of heat floods your body, but you can’t tell if it’s from their touch or Aelin’s magic.

Your fingers twitch with the need to touch them, to feel them, but Rowan holds them both in the strong cold grip of his hand, above your head .

Your skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, each bead catching the sunlight streaming in from the windows of your shared chambers. Highlighting the curves of your body, creating a sensual, almost mesmerizing glow as tiny beads slide between the valley of your breasts with each breath.

The tiny strands of hair along your hairline cling to your forehead, sticking to your skin due to the tiny beads of sweat there. Your tongue darts out, licking your lips, tasting the saltiness of the skin surrounding your mouth.

You gasp, squirming between both of their bodies when Rowan slides an ice cold thick finger between your wet pussy lips. A pathetic whine leaving your lips and he answers with a growl, rubbing your clit. Making your shiver.

Aelin’s warm hand lazily drags over your tummy, up your chest, over the front of your throat, and grips your jaw. Leaving a hot trial in its wake. You moan when she turns your face to the left and licks a long strip up the side of your neck, her pleased hum filling your ears.

“You’re so hot, kitten,” she murmurs against your throat and you feel your cheeks burn at the nickname. Her and Rowan started calling you “kitten” after the first time they saw you shift into a leopard.

Then she moves to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. Grinding herself against your thigh. Her hips rolling into you frantically as she chases her climax using your slick body.

Your lips part in a lewd moan when you feel an ice kissed wind race over your body. A cold sensual caress that sends shivers down your spine, causing tiny bumps to rise on your body in response, and your nipples to harden almost to the point of pain.

Aelin swallows the moan greedily, deepening the kiss.

Rowan pulls her off of you with a growl, his lips replacing hers in a frantic, claiming kiss.

You whimper into his mouth and he groans into yours, flicking your clit faster. his finger covered in his ice magic feels delicious against the heat of your clit from Aelin’s fire magic. But you want more. Need more.

“Ro,” you beg, against his lips.

He nips your bottom lip. “Yes, kitten?” You feel his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“More.” You beg breathily. Feeling his cock twitch as he starts to grind against your other thigh. Spreading his precum on your slick skin.

“You want more?” He moves his finger faster. Pressing and stroking your aching, throbbing clit. Your eyes squeeze shut and your thighs press together. “You want to fuck my fingers, kitten?”

“P-please,” you nod, aching for his fingers to fill you.

“Give our little kitten what she wants, buzzard,” Aelin murmurs huskily.

And before you can even draw your next breath, Rowan dips his finger lower, the coldness of it filling your warm soaked cunt has you keening.

He pumps his finger all the way in, to his knuckle and almost all the way out, to the tip. Curling it inside you. Hitting your sweet spot with every pump.

You cry out when he adds another finger. “F-fuck!” At the same time Aelin grips a handful of one of your tits in a hard squeeze as she cries out too, her hips grinding against you frenziedly.

Your back arches from the pain and pleasure. From the heat and cold.

Mouth falling open in a silent scream when Rowan works his fingers into you faster. To the same pace he grinds his cock against you.

Your movements and theirs are becoming frantic, feral.

Then your entire body jerks, pussy clamping around his fingers as you cum.

You feel your release drenching your inner thighs, dripping onto the bed beneath you. Your eyes squeezed shut so tightly you see stars as you cry out.

The sound urging Aelin and Rowan to bite—to sink their teeth into the space where your neck meets your shoulders as they cum too.

Aelin’s release gushes against your thigh, dripping onto the bed, and Rowan’s cum spurts onto your other thigh, spilling onto the bed.

All three of you lay there on the bed, a mess of slick covered limp and tangled limbs.

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throneofsapphics · 11 months ago

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a/n: this year I'm doing kinktober a bit differently, I'll have one longer kink and angst riddled fic with shorter drabbles/oneshots sprinkled in between. I'll keep this masterlist updated as it goes on. for some of the days I'll be opening up a vote for which character to pair our lovely reader with <3

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against the contract - poly!Feysandriel x f!Reader

If they were genuinely bad people, it would be so much easier to kill them. Signing a special contract to work with Azriel, Feyre, and Rhysand turns out nowhere near expected. You were a bit of fun that became their solace and escape, they were supposed to be an easy assignment that turned into your living nightmare.

first post 10/1, updating weekly

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10/3 one for the party - orgy with aelin’s court | posted 10/6 experiments - toys with aelin | posted 10/9 special plans - punishment with poly!neris 10/12 (not very) patient - impact play with lorcan 10/15 throne pet - exhibitionism with poly!manorian 10/18 pretty girl - dacryphilia with poly!cazriel 10/21 give me more - throat-training with lucien 10/24 chase me baby - cnc/primal with cassian 10/27 weapons - gun play with poly!ruhnlidia 10/30 kittens - pet play with manon, nesta, & elide

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Help Me, Help You - Part One

Fenrys x F!Reader

Summary- In his search for the missing member of the cadre, Fenrys stumbles upon Vaughan’s little sister, who is also searching for her brother. They strike a deal, and set off to find the slippery male.

Warnings- tiny bit of angst if you squint

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Part One

There was a cat following him.

It had been for several days now, ever since he’d shown up in the small village just north of Verese. He wouldn’t have paid the creature any mind if it hadn’t been for the keen eyes that tracked his every step to the small inn that first night. And again, when it showed up that morning as soon as Fenrys stepped into the village market.

Fenrys had been searching for Vaughan for months now, since the end of the war, since he’d driven Goldryn into Maeve’s black heart and watched as Aelin burned her to ash, since her death hadn’t fixed any of the broken pieces of him.

He’d set off soon after that, to look for the final member of the cadre, to offer him a place in Terrasen, to distract his mind from the memories.

In the time Fenrys had searched, he’d only been able to find small signs that the male even existed. Picking rumors from towns and villages, but Vaughan was smart, he didn’t leave a trail if he could get away with it.

Sometimes Fenrys would follow a lead only to hit a dead end, turning back to find that the male had went the complete opposite direction.

He’d heard rumors of a to large osprey flying north from Wendlyn’s capital. So he’d followed them to this tiny little spec of a village. Full of humans who were to hesitant or downright to terrified to speak to him, even when Fenrys flashed his charming smile.

Though he understood that the effect was diminished by the scars that now adorned one side of his face. His eye just barely spared from the damage.

He’d refused to heal the wounds, had refused to tell anyone why he’d let them scar, only telling Aelin once that he wanted to remember. She hadn’t pried, he almost wished she had.

The only thing that didn’t seem to mind the scars in this village was the damned cat. It simply watched him as he struck out with every single vendor in the market, those keen eyes examining him from head to toe. Day after day, it watched.

Now, Fenrys openly glares back at the creature, larger than a usual house cat, more like one of the forest cats that hunted in Oakwald, the dark grey and white fur perfect for blending into the shadows, striking at prey fast and disappearing even quicker.

The cat simply stares back, its head tilting in that predatory way, like he was nothing more than a mouse it had marked for dinner.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen the bastard I’m looking for?”

The poor woman at the spice stand beside Fenrys balks at him, eyes wide and scared as he talked to the cat. Gods, he was talking to a damned cat. He was surely going crazy, maybe he should give up on this useless search and go back to Terrasen.

Fenrys smiles at the woman, his mask of cool charm in place, “Sorry, you wouldn’t happen to have seen a large bird flying through here have you?”

That’s all that charm was nowadays, a mask. It felt like a preformance, and Fenrys was the poor fool forced to act.

He could scent her fear but the woman opened her mouth, voice pitched, “I have actually.”

The cat seemed to perk from its spot on the window seat across from them.

Fenrys raised a brow at the creature, turning back to the woman, “Did you see where he was headed?”

“He was flying north,” the woman swallows nervously, “I thought it odd considering winter is already setting in up near the port. It didn’t stick around long.”

The first real clue he’d gotten in the week he’d been there, and it would seem the male was well on his way. Hopefully he wasn’t already on a damned boat back across the ocean.

“Thank you.” Fenrys pulls a few gold pieces from his pocket, watching the woman’s eyes go wide as he sets them on the counter between them.

He turns, finding that cat still watching him, almost expectantly, “Are you coming?”

Unsurprisingly, the cat follows him as he walks back to the run down inn, keeping a healthy distance between them.

He left it on the street in front of the inn, climbing the rickety steps that groaned beneath his weight. The tiny room feels claustrophobic, the bed barely big enough to hold him, the only light is the sun through a single window and a candle he’d scavenged from the bar room on the first floor.

Fenrys didn’t have much to pack, just a few clothes and his weapons. He didn’t even bother to close the door behind him, he’d be out in less than a minute.

“Are you leaving?”

He whirled towards the voice, dagger poised to strike. Fenrys found a beautiful female, familiar keen eyes watching him with curiosity, like she had for the past week. The damned cat, he was almost annoyed with himself for not realizing she was fae.

“Tired of watching from a far?” Fenrys asks, giving the female a lazy smirk.

He keeps that dagger level with her throat, laying the charm on thick to hide the way his heart had leapt in his chest. Not many could sneak up on him, he never let his guard down, especially now.

Her eyes still have a feline look to them, a shine in the light that left Fenrys feeling uneasy.

She steps further into the room, like she didn’t care about that blade aimed for her throat, “Are you going to find him?”

“Find who?”

That glare is near lethal and Fenrys feels his invisible hackles raise, ready to fight.

“Don’t play dumb with me, pup.”

“So you know who I am,” he states, a scarred brow raised, “How do you know who I’m looking for?”

“Because I’ve been looking for him too,” she says, arms crossing over her chest. “Now that your bitch of a Queen is dead, he’s finally free to come home.”

Even after her death, very few fae, especially this close to Doranelle, were brave enough to speak against Maeve. Even the ones who’d fought with them against her and Erawan’s forces, she was like a ghost, still haunting them all.

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but he’s been a free male for months now. I doubt your dear Vaughan is coming home to you.” Fenrys can’t help the smirk that came to his lips as he looks her up and down, “Which is a mistake on his part.”

The look of disgust on her face is near comical, “I’m not some desperate old flame.”

He raises a brow, “Sorry to assume. If not a vengeful past lover, then who are you?”

“His sister,” she snarls.

Fenrys felt like the carpet was pulled out from beneath his feet. The shock is enough to have him lowering his dagger.

“He has a sister?”

He didn’t see much resemblance, Vaughan was an imposing male, tall, nearly as tall as Lorcan with dark hair and eyes, and he was quiet, rarely speaking more than he had to, never joining in on celebrations or nights spent at pubs.

Now that Fenrys thought about it, he didn’t know all that much about the male, beside his time in Maeve’s cadre. An excellent warrior, they’d fought side by side many times, had fought for Mistward. He’d been blood sworn to the valg queen long before Connall and Fenrys had taken their oaths. Other than that, Vaughan was a mystery.

“I’m not surprised my brother never told you of me.” The female perches on the edge of the small wooden desk by the door, “Vaughan is an over protective bastard when he cares enough to show his face.”

There’s an edge to her voice, she was very angry at her brother, and he could understand why. The elusive male could have gone home at any time, yet he was still traveling the world.

He’d traced him through Erilea, and all the way across the ocean back to Wendlyn, yet not Doranelle. He’d kept his distance from the fae cities, like he was hiding from something, maybe someone.

Fenrys examines the female, just as she examines the tiny room around them, her eyes flitting over his weapons with little interest. She holds herself with feline grace, like her other form lingered in this one. No wonder she was able to sneak up on him without a sound.

“What’s your name?” Fenrys asks.

She’s clad in form fitting leathers, similar to the suit Aelin had worn in her time as an assassin. Fenrys, a full blooded fae male, noted that she was absolutely gorgeous, the type of female that would have males and females alike crawling for her.

Maybe in another life, before the events in the past year, Fenrys would have crawled for her too.

“Y/n,” she says simply, turning that gaze back on him, “And I already know who you are.”

“I hope your brother only told you the good stories,” he grins.

She gives him an unimpressed look, “He told me enough.”

Given his own reputation, Fenrys wasn’t really surprised by the lack luster response. He wasn’t the type many would want their sisters around.

“Ouch.” Fenrys raises a hand to his heart, pouting, “That bad-“

“I’m not here for small talk,” she interrupts, pushing off that desk, “You’ve been asking around for my brother for months now, why?”

The room was truly to small, the few steps she takes places her directly in front of him. She’s either really brave, or incredibly stupid to put herself in easy striking distance.

“Straight to the point,” Fenrys nods, “I like that, it’s quite refreshing.”

Her glare could set him ablaze, “Do you know where he’s going? Why he hasn’t come home?”

“You’ve been following me around,” he shrugs, “I’m sure you know as much as I do at this point. Which is a whole lot of nothing.”

“Why are you looking for him?” She asks again, “From what I hear you’re serving a new queen, is Aelin Galathynius so desperate to fill her court with Maeve’s old one?”

Fenrys can’t stop the flare of anger. The condescending tone, the obvious distaste of his queen, his friend.

“She wishes to offer him the same courtesy she offered me and mine,” he snarls, closing that small gap between them.

Fenrys wasn’t as tall and foreboding as Lorcan or even Rowan, but he wasn’t small by any means. Y/n had to crane her neck back to keep her glare locked on his own. She somehow makes it seem like she’s looking down her nose at him.

“And what’s that?” She asks, rolling her eyes at him, “A blood oath or death?”

“A better world,” Fenrys snaps, “It’s his choice if he wants to join her court, there’s no consequence if he doesn’t, simply an offer.”

She hums, “Isn’t that amicable.”

Fenrys took a deep breath through his nose, forcing himself to calm down, “Was there something you wanted, kitty cat? Or are you just here for the view?”

The nickname has its desired effect, she bristles, and Fenrys mockingly smirks at her. That seems to get under her skin even more.

“I have a proposition,” she grounds out, “I think we can help each other.”

“Oh?” Fenrys lets his smirk turn into a lazy grin, that mask of male arrogance, “How so?”

“My brother isn’t an idiot,” she hisses, taking a large step away from him, a look of pure disgust on her face, “He’s no doubt heard of you asking around for him, just like I did. You’ll never catch up to him.”

Fenrys keeps his distance, “Oh really? And you think you can? If you could, you wouldn’t be here asking me for help.”

He turns back to his bag, throwing the last few shirts into it before slinging the leather pack over his shoulder. She stands directly in the doorway, blocking his only exit out of the room.

“Now if you’ll excuse me.” He nods to the open hall behind her, “I should-“

“He’s leaving for the southern continent,” Y/n interrupts, “There was a naval ship sent by King Glaston himself, a gift for the Khagan, it left a few days ago, and I’m willing to bet my brother is stowed away on it.”

That’s exactly what Fenrys had been nervous of. And of course he was going to the southern continent, the massive expanse of land where the male could quite literally go anywhere.

Fenrys raises a brow at her, “If you know where he’s going, why ask for my help at all?”

Her eyes shift, just barely, and it’s enough to tell Fenrys that she’s nervous.

“You know my brother,” she says, “You were his friend-”

“In the loosest sense of the word,” Fenrys cuts in.

He raises his hands in mock surrender when she glares at his interruption. After a moment, the scathing heat leaves her eyes and she sighs.

“I haven’t seen my brother in nearly two decades, the last time we saw each other.” She stops, frowning down at the ground, “You aren’t the only one he’s trying to shake off his tail.”

Sibling fights, Fenrys feels his heart squeeze painfully in his chest, he knew those all to well.

Onyx eyes, blankly staring at him, the life bleeding out of them onto the floor.

“We have a common goal.” Her voice brings him back to the present, “If we work together, we may be able to find him, and we both get what we want.”

Y/n sticks her hand out between them. Fenrys sees the smallest waver in her, the shaking she tries to hide. Behind the glares and grace, was simply a girl, desperate to find her brother, to make amends.

And maybe it was that, the fact that Fenrys would never have that chance, that made him take her hand in his.

“Help me, Help you.” Fenrys shakes her hand once, noting how incredibly soft her palms are compared to his calloused one, “You’ve got a deal.”

And when she smiles, Fenrys find it in him to smile back.

“So when do we leave?” Y/n asks.

Fenrys gestures towards the hall behind her, “Right now, kitten.”

“Don’t call me that,” she hisses.

And Fenrys laughs, and for the first time in many many months, it feels almost genuine.

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shadowdaddies · 2 years ago

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Heyy, can I request anything with Fenrys?❤️

hii love, yes you can! (I interpreted this to mean I can write anything with Fenrys but if you mean you have something in mind to request just send it on over) 💜

A/N: I have both fluff and angst requests for Fenrys in my inbox rn and I'm in a mood today so I went with smut

Wild Things

Fenrys Moonbeam x f!Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, pretty much pwp, oral f!receiving, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint, minors dni

The warm Terrasen sun beat down on your shoulders, your chest heaving as Aelin tossed you a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow. You had worked hard at training this afternoon, pushing yourself even harder when you felt Fenrys’s eyes on your ass in your leathers as he watched you from the shade.

Aelin’s eyes flicked to where your mate stood across the field, a knowing smirk accompanying her laugh. “Get out of here,” she shooed you, and you gladly took the opportunity to get out of the summer heat. Turning to see that Fenrys was no longer waiting for you, you trudged your way up the stairs to your bedroom, eager to strip and bathe.

Tossing your towel to the bedroom floor, you shucked off your boots and padded into the bathroom, savoring the feel of the cool tile against your feet. Bending over to peel the restrictive fabric from your legs, you gasped as familiar hands gripped your bare ass, kneading the skin there as Fenrys let out a low groan.

You smirked, wiggling your hips in a teasing manner before stepping out of your pants. Yanking you by your top, Fenrys roughly turned you around, wrapping your hair around his fist to tilt your face towards him.

Onyx eyes pierced yours as his hand moved from the hem of your shirt, making quick work of untying the laces. “You knew what you were doing, teasing me all afternoon in this tight little outfit. I was about to bend you over and fuck you in the middle of the training yard.” A whimper escaped you at his words, making him growl as he leaned down to lick the sweat from your neck, teeth moving to graze your ear. “Is that what you want, for me to fuck you like you deserve, you tease?”

Panting, you were pliant in his arms as you nodded eagerly, helping him shove off your top so that you were bare before him. Hands drifted to your waist, rubbing teasing circles along your lower stomach as you clenched around nothing. The scent of arousal was heady in the air as Fenrys tossed you over his shoulder, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark as he carried you back into the bedroom.

You yelped, flying backwards onto the mattress with a bounce as Fenrys discarded his, golden brown muscles rippling with the effort. Snapping out of the momentary daze from seeing your mate’s body, you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Fen, I don’t want to get the sheets dirty. I’m still so sweaty.”

With a dark chuckle, Fenrys looped his hands around your legs, yanking you to the edge of the bed where he bent over you, golden curls cascading down around you. “Don’t worry love, I will lick you clean,” he murmured, voice like gravel as he captured your lips in his, sharp canines drawing blood from your lower lip as he tugged against it.

You moaned, arching into him as hip tongue slipped between your lips, caressing yours as a hand found your breast. His mouth trailed your jaw, licking away the sweat along your neck as he moved further south. One hand massaged your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you writhed against him. His lips found your other nipple, licking as his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, sending a jolt straight to your core. “Fuck, Fenrys please,” you begged, babbling incoherently as his other hand skimmed lower, fingertips swirling above your hip bones.

Tongue lapping against your skin, Fenrys groaned at the taste of your sheen of sweat on his tongue, his warm muscle ever so slowly moving towards where you needed him most. Broad hands spread your legs wide, your dripping arousal exposed to the cold air of the room.

Onyx eyes grew somehow darker as Fenrys honed in on you like a predator, thumbs rubbing the skin of your inner thighs. He leaned down, long hair tickling the sensitive skin of your legs as he licked and sucked along your inner thigh, skipping right over your core before moving to the other leg, sucking a mark at the inside of your hip.

Your hands found his hair, clumsily hoping to pull him closer. A pathetic mewl escaped you as you confirmed how strong his grip was on you, keeping you firmly in place to use as he liked. A dark, taunting laugh left Fenrys’s lips, the slight air blowing against your clit making you grip his hair tighter, desperate for more.

Onyx eyes locked with yours as Fenrys dipped, his tongue flicking out against your dripping core, holding your slick in a lewd display before closing his mouth with a feral moan of satisfaction. As if the tether on his own self control snapped, Fenrys dove in, nose brushing your clit as his tongue thrust rapidly into your core, wet muscle massaging your walls in a deliciously teasing way.

Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as a finger teased your entrance. Your head hit the mattress, eyes rolling back as a finger thrust into you, curling against you as he pumped in and out. The sounds of your breathy moans filled the room as Fenrys added a second finger, rapid thrusts hitting exactly where you liked.

Your breaths turned rapid and shallow as your stomach tightened, having no time to warn Fenrys before you hit your orgasm, arching as you moaned out his name. He didn’t relent his efforts, tongue flicking out against your clit as his fingers scissored and pumped into you, prepping you for his cock.

Convulsing against the sheets, you pleaded against the overstimulation your mate wrought on you, finally catching your breath as he pulled away. Pushing your body further up on the bed, Fenrys tapped your lips with his fingers in silent request. You opened obediently, tasting yourself as he watched you suck on his digits.

A low growl left the male as he shifted, quickly ridding himself of his pants before throwing your legs over his shoulders and thrusting into you without warning. A scream left your lips as he pounded into you, wild and feral as your mate took what he wanted.

Your hands fumbled, attempting to find purchase on his shoulders as he fucked you relentlessly, your body shifting back and forth along the mattress form the force. Fenrys paused only a moment, hands grabbing your hips as he flipped you effortlessly, pushing your chest down on the bed.

He fucked you from behind, hips snapping against yours as the sound of your skin connecting echoed through the room. Your hands clawed at the sheets, moans muffled as you bit the fabric to keep from screaming in pleasure. You exploded the moment his fingers found your clit again, crashing into your high as you felt Fenrys’s cock twitch inside of you.

“Good girl, take it all,” me murmured, his warm seed filling you as his hips stuttered behind you. Still inside of you, Fenrys leaned over, kicking down your spine, licking beads of sweat as he went. Slowly pulling out of you, you gasped as his fingers rubbed against your clit, collecting the cum that had spilled out of you as he shoved it back inside.

With a smack to your core, Fenrys gently commanded you. “Keep that in there for me, love. I’ll prepare a bath for you.” With a kiss to your temple, he allowed you to collapse against the mattress, focusing on his warmth that still filled you as you heard the sound of bath water running from the other room.

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Chapter 4: Lost in history /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: The research for a way to send her back started, but they come to the conclusion that there's only one person that can help them now.

Word Count: 2,1K

Warnings: Just our babygirl Y/N being sad.

Notes: We have some Elriel content and i admit that it feels werid writing about them but soon things will change hehehehe

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“This is all I have that mentions other worlds.” The red headed female from yesterday's training spoke, her red hair was covered by a blue hoodie, a stone resting peacefully against her forehead. Just like Petrah wore too.

“Thank you..” She motioned for the female so she could tell her name.

“Gwyneth, but you can call me Gwyn.” She nodded.

“Thanks, Gwyn.” The female smiled at her, before spinning on her heels and leaving her alone, walking away.

That morning, Rhysand had appeared again, she had to hold herself as she stared at those violet eyes, he wasn’t like Maeve, he already proved that. He had told her that they were already looking for answers, ways of getting her back to her world. She had asked him how she could help, and that’s how she ended down there.

The priestesses walked around in silence, their dresses rustling against the marble floors, books and more books adorned the walls, the smell of dust and parchment filled the cavernous space. Aelin Galathynius would love a library like that one. The two had discovered a common interest in books during the time she spent in Orynth.

The dream of creating their own book club felt like a very distant memory now. She was rather fond of the Queen, Aelin was just amazing, and she saw her for what she truly was, a survivor, just like Y/N. So young having to deal with all of that, she admired her strength, the courage to wake up everyday and fight for the world she wanted.

She shook her head, thinking about it wouldn’t help, and she would just be sad, more than she already was. So she stuck her nose on the pages and read everything she could about other worlds.

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She closed the last book with an annoyed growl. Nothing. Absolutely nothing helpful on those pages. She wanted to bang her head against the nearest wall, the whole fucking day spent in theories, nothing concrete in how to access those said worlds.

“Nothing?” A deep voice sounded, she turned her head, Cassian was standing there. “I won’t say we're having much more success than you.” She took a deep breath, getting up and stretching her muscles.

“I sat here for hours and not a single thing was useful. For a library that big, someone would think you have more information than that.” She started to follow the male.

“Thank you, I've been saying that for centuries.” He led the way towards the endless stairs that would take them back to the surface.

“How old are you exactly?” His head turned to the side just enough so he could see her from his peripheral vision.

“I’m 539 years old.” She stopped in her tracks. “I know it sounds old for such a young female like you.” He turned fully to her.

“How old do you think I am?” A smile danced on her lips.

“I don’t know, 22?” She then laughed, walking past him, starting to go upstairs to get out of that library.

“Thank you, but I'm 105.” She explained and Cassian gasped loudly.

“You’re not.” She nodded her head.

“I am. Witches tend to age very slowly.” She emphasised the world very, and Cassian found himself intrigued. Obviously they also aged slowly, but he didn't imagine the same happened in her world as well.

The rest of the way was silent, as they made their way towards the House of Wind, as Nesta had introduced yesterday. The house responsible for her warm bath and fresh clothes this morning as well. She had thanked the house quietly, but Azriel had caught the faint whispers, so used to them, thinking it was very sweet of her.

More people had joined the dinner, the smell of food lingered in the air, conversations floated around and she found herself surrounded by more strangers. A female holding a baby that looked like a younger version of Nesta. A black male with white hair, sitting by the side of a small female with silver eyes and short hair.

She greeted all of them, introducing herself and waiting for them to do the same. The male was called Varian and Amren was by his side. Feyre and Nyx were High Lady and heir to the night court. They all looked at her with curiosity, everyone seemed to look at her like this lately, even when she was back at her home.

“So you are the pretty female that the skies blessed us with.” Amren spoke. She reminded her of Lin, with her narrow eyes and deep black hair.

“Amren, will you keep what I told you in secret, please?” Morrigan exclaimed, sipping on her wine. The smaller female just rolled her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal.

“Well, I guess so.” She poked a piece of lamb. Her goblet filled with wine but she craved something else. She craved blood.

“Hopefully you had more success than us.” Feyre spoke, her sweet voice sounding like a fresh breeze. The baby slept clutched to her chest. Y/N knew she was staring at him, but she didn’t care, her memories drifting to a distant time, where a baby just as tiny as him never had the chance to live, and she paid a bitter price for her actions.

“I.. hmm…” She cleared her throat, everyone was waiting for an answer, their eyes glued to her. Her scar throbbed with the attention and she had to hold back from flinching with the pain that pulsates on the skin. “No, I have found nothing useful.” She concluded, sipping on the wine, making a frown at the taste, blood tasted way better.

“Not fond of wine?” Amren mocked, like she knew exactly what she wanted.

“I just like something a little bit different, that’s all.” She didn’t want to disrespect them in their home, Asterin would be disappointed if she did so. So she downed the wine with the food, pretended to participate in their conversations and watched as the night progressed out of the window.

“We need to check Koschei.” Rhysand spoke, this caught her attention and she started to listen again. “It’s been weeks, we need to know what he’s been up to.” The name caused her blood to run cold, she didn’t know what, but something about this creature left her on alert.

“Who is Koschei?” She asked, their heads turning to her, Rhysand shared a look with his mate, like they were having a silent conversation before he spoke again.

“He’s a powerful sorcerer bound to a lake.” He started.

“For now.” Morrigan corrected.

“Yes, for now. We want to defeat him before he becomes an even bigger problem than he already is.” She studied them, how the whole table felt tense with the conversation, like they were afraid of this thing, something told Y/N that she should feel afraid too.

“Maybe he knows something.” Nesta started. “He’s from another world as well.”

“What? Do you want to go there and ask him how to open a portal to another world?” Amren mocked and Nesta gave her a hurtful look.

“No, but maybe we can find a book about him, someone that knows his history or something like that.” She defended herself.

��Nesta is right.” Cassian spoke, hand squeezing her thigh under the table. “We’re already looking for a way to free Vassa, we can ask Lucien to try and help with this too.”

“That is a great idea. I’ll send him a letter, it’s already time for him to visit us.” Feyre chimed in, her blue eyes sparking with happiness at the thought of seeing Lucien again, it’s been months since he left with the Band of Exiles. “You’re going to love Lucien.” She turned to Y/N.

“If you think so.” Meeting more people, she was so excited for that. With a loud yawn, she excused herself and retired to her room, she had to wake up early to go for a ride on Meraxes, she could hear the winds calling for her.

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“I swear there’s nothing going on.” Azriel promised, but Elain still refused to hear him. After their argument the day before, she had come looking for him in the training field, just to find her glued to his back, and Azriel allowing it as she claimed.

“What I saw yesterday would love to disagree with you.” She poked her untouched food, they were in a reserved table on a restaurant across the Rainbow, he just wanted that argument to be over.

“It was just training, my flower.” He begged, rubbing his hand over his face in an attempt to calm himself, he didn’t know what else he could say to convince her. “You chose me and I chose you, despite everything, that female cannot change that.”

If he only knew how wrong he was. She looked at him with that spark in her eyes, hands clutching his scarred ones and bringing to her pink lips in a sweet kiss.

“You are right, she’s not better than me and she never will.” His shadows moved as if they disagreed, they were always quiet in Elain’s presence and he never knew why. They didn’t darted towards her like they did with Y/N more times than he could count in the short period she was there.

“Yeah, let’s just eat and go home, please.” He begged and Elain nodded.

The rest of the dinner felt bitter against his lips, his head throbbed and when he rested his hands on her lower back to lead the way home, it felt wrong, so wrong. He swallowed the feelings and kept trying to convince himself that he chose this, this is what he wanted. Three sisters to three brothers or whatever.

Elain’s hands cupped his cheek, and she lifted her body to the tip of her toes, kissing him lightly on the lips, saying her good night to him, disappearing into her room at the River House.

He closed the door behind him, flying towards the House of Wind in a starless sky, dark clouds covering the beautiful night. When he landed on the balcony, he slowly stalked towards his room, but his shadows urged him away from it, towards the library.

From the open arch on the stone wall, he could see her, a tiny nightgown covering her body, some strands falling loose from her braid. A book clutched in hands as she sat against a window, eyes glued to the sky.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He said, his voice hoarse. She turned to him, those beautiful eyes penetrating his soul. She closed her book.

“There’s a storm coming.” She raised her finger, pointing outside.

“How do you know?” Stars still littered the sky from where he could see.

“I can hear it's calling.” Azriel nodded. She had a defeated expression on her face, all he wanted to do was to soothe the furrowed eyebrows and tell her everything would be fine. “Do you think I'll ever find my way home?” Tears glistened in the moonlight, burning her eyes.

“I don’t know.” He answered with honesty, he didn’t have the answer for that, and as much as he wanted to help her, something inside him didn’t want her to go back. He shushed that part of him, hiding them in the shadows of his heart.

“I wonder if they miss me.” She looked outside again, ever since Asterin died, she felt like she lost her space in the world, like she didn’t belong anywhere, if she disappeared would anyone notice? Would they find a way to get her back? All those questions and self doubt weighed on her soul, crushing her until she couldn’t breathe. She blinked the tears away.

“I’m sure they do.” She could hear the pity in his tone, and she hated that, she knew that if she looked at him he would have that look on his face, the one everyone had when they looked at her. Manon, Fenrys, Aelin, Shearah, Elide and all of them, the same pitiful glare reserved just for her. She didn’t want to face that here as well.

So she got up, leaving the book behind and walked past him, as fast as the winds, but his warm hand caught her arm, forcing her to stop. Her head whipped back, eyes locking with his golden ones.

“I’m so sorry if I offended you.” His voice was gentle, calming.

“I don’t need your pity.” She barked in anger.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He promised, and she just nodded, freeing herself from his grip, going to her room, locking the door and throwing herself under the blankets. The skin of her arm felt warm where he had touched. And that night, after tossing and tuning for what felt like an eternity, she dreamed about that male again.

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bbkissme99 · 1 year ago

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Dating Dorian Havilliard would include-

dating modern!dorian would include…

Pairings: Professor!Lorcan x f!student!reader

Crescent City

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Dating Ruhn Danaan Headcanons

Like I Do

Family Time

Acotar

Masterlist

Eris

Peace Summary: A look into a normal day in the new Vanserra household

One Last Night

𝐸𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Juice Stains : A day alone with the babe. What could go wrong?

You aren’t fully comfortable with your post baby body and Eris is not having it.

𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐦𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞n: Eris x rhysand daughter reader where they're mates, but in a secret relationship

vanserra males headcanons

Solace

This is a small Eris Vanserra x Reader snippet. You and Eris are in his study.

Nyx

Of Wings and Secrecy

Don't Touch // Nyx (ACoTaR) x Fem!Reader

ambushes and invitations

misplaced chivalry

Power Over Me

When Night Bloomed

☽ cold starlights

KINGDOM OF THE FEARED SPOILERS!! Barnes and Noble bonus chapter pt. 1

Darkling x Reader

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

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ggukgoldensoul · 1 year ago

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could i request rowaelin x reader, fluff where she has a horrible nightmare about them and they reassure her that it never happened and they just cuddle up with her PLS WIFEY🧎🏽‍♀️💔💗

NIGHTMARE

WARNINGS;; written in 3rd person, nightmares, blood, whip, trowing up, KOA SPOILERS

she woke up in another room. not the one she loved in the orynth castle. no. she was in a room that she hated and that sometimes, hunted her dreams.

she knew that chair. it was the same chair where her father had chained her mother, forcing her to watch how he whipped her. she wore the scars, the same one’s aelin had once on her back. aelin. her mate, and rowan. they were her mates.

she looked for them in the room, but it was too dark, so dark that she couldn’t see her feet. but then a faint light appeared in front of her. blood. so much blood that it looked like valg blood, a sound, a whip sound. the light grew stronger, and in front of her…

“no” she whispered “no, no, no, no,...”

she tried to break the chains, but it was impossible, she was forced to watch as her father whipped rowan. his arms were bound to the roof with iron chains, so he couldn’t use his powers to defend himself… and aelin. because aelin… she didn’t want to look to the ground, knowing what she was going to see, but a hand grabbed her neck and forced her to look at the ground.

a scream ripped her throat.

aelin was on the ground. a thin nightgown covered her body, or had covered her body, she couldn’t see her face, the iron mask she once carried, was hiding her beautiful features. and her back… she let her guts out to the floor. there was so much blood, so many wounds from the whip, she couldn’t even see the tattoo rowan inked on her. the hand on her neck tightened.

“let’s have some fun” she felt his wicked smile.

she started screaming again. a distant voice was calling her name, but she couldn’t hear it. the voice was approaching, her name more clear now…

she woke up again. this time there wasn’t blood, her father wasn’t there, she wasn’t chained to the chair, and her mate’s…

a cold wind tried to calm her, she knew that wind and the scent that lingered with it… rowan.

a soft voice called her name… aelin.

but the nightmare… she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, but it was too far. she fell to her knees, throwing up again, and again. two pairs of hands were rubbing her back, the same cold wind tried to calm her. once she was done, aelin grabbed her arms pulling her to her body, wrapping her body with her. rowan hugged both of them. and then she started crying again.

minutes, hours… she didn’t know how much time had passed until she calmed down enough to talk, or not.

“you want to talk about it?” aelin said. her voice soft, as if she would disappear if she raised her voice. she looked at her, and aelin felt her heart ache, there was so much pain in those eyes… she took her hand, playing with the ring she wore when they married, the same rowan and she wore.

“you were dead” rowan and aelin tensed. “and rowan… was nearly dead. he… he whipped you, both of you, and…” she sobbed “and i was chained to the chair, i couldn’t move, i couldn’t do anything to save you. you were wearing the mask and your back… there was so much blood, i-” she didn’t finish.

rowan grabbed her by the legs and shoulders, laying her down on the bed again. his arm was on her waist and aelin traced patterns on her arm. when she was more calm, rowan murmured. “we aren’t going to leave, doll. you hear me?? we are going to be here for you, we are going to live for a thousand years with you, and if something happens, we will find you. we will always find you angel. always.” he kissed her forehead. she turned in his arms so she was facing aelin, a silver line in her eyes.

“can you tell me the story?” aelin didn’t ask what story she was asking for.

“of course angel” she grabbed her hand, and she felt rowan behind her, moving closer to her body.

“once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess, who loved her kingdom very much…”

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utterlyotterlyx · 1 year ago

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A Ballad of Storm and Shadow

Azriel x F!Reader

Part Three

Warnings - fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of war, pining

Part One Part Two

This is a crossover series, some aspects will differ from that in the books. Physical attributes are described in this fic, it is essential to the storyline of the character

"Would you mind not staring at my sisters ass, Azriel?"

The smug words of Rhys pulled the Shadowsinger from his thoughts, of what he'd never be able to divulge, but he was certainly pulled from them unwillingly. With red threatening to tinge his cheeks, Azriel uttered a silent apology, unaware that his eyes had been so trained on the backside of Rhys' queen sister.

That morning, Cassian had awoken with far too much confidence, patting y/n on the head and telling her that he'd go easy on her if she asked nicely, to which she had simply hummed and smirked in reply, her eyes finding Rowan across the room swimming with faux annoyance as he passed another grape between his lips, scowling at Aelin when she asked him if he'd like some birdseed instead.

So when y/n sauntered into the Peregryns training grounds clad in a tight black second skin, did Cassian realise that he had most certainly underestimated her, and his thoughts were confirmed by the wicked smiles of Rowan and Aelin who were perched upon a nearby rock. It seemed as though Cassian's challenge had reached the ears of Helion and Eris, both of whom had decided to join the group on the training grounds that morning.

Helion was slightly unnerved by y/n's lack of interest in him the night before; he had gone to spend time with the Inner Circle that he adored so dearly, especially the males within it, but found himself completely awestruck by the Fae Queen before his eyes, an exact mirror to the High Lord of the Night Court but darker in ways that threatened to make him salivate.

Her attention was completely held by her brother the evening before, they spent hours telling stories of their lives, the good and bad, the funny and heart-breaking, and by the end of it the pair seemed rather inseparable. It was Aelin who had to remind them that their presence within Prythian wasn't permanent, that y/n had a people and land to return to in Erilea, and that fact dampened her mood somewhat, so much so that she took herself to bed not long afterward.

It wasn't like y/n didn't want to return to Erilea, or home if you could even call it that, but she wished to stay with her brother in her homeland for as long as she possibly could. Even with her mother, y/n had always felt out of place, like she never truly belonged there, but the moment her eyes connected with those of her brother, the one who used to read her to sleep when she was a babe, did she feel her soul settle.

"You look a little scared Cass," Mor shouted across the ring that y/n had stepped into, hair unbound and swaying at her hips, feathered wings that rivalled the Peregryns own folded neatly behind her back.

Azriel wasn't the only one who seemed to agree with the second skin she wore, noting how it hugged her hips and curved around her breasts perfectly, like it had been moulded to her body and was made for her and her alone. Eris also enjoyed looking at her, and he was far less polite about it than Azriel was.

"No," Cassian huffed, securing the leather of his fingerless gloves around his wrists and rolling his shoulders, "She doesn't even have a weapon."

Cassian's confidence was torn apart by Rowan's laugh, a hearty thing that erupted from his lips which had him almost keeling over on the spot, "Sorry, sorry," he breathed through his laughter, waving a hand in the air and stealing Cassian's attention away from y/n's darkening eyes, "It's just how you think she needs a weapon to end your existence is hilarious to me."

During Cassian's confusion, y/n prowled around the ring, head tilted as her violet orbs assessed each and every muscle and curve, how each one contracted and moved like water rushing around a riverbend. By the time Cassian turned to face his partner for the morning, there was little to no time to stop her onslaught, y/n slid between his legs, grasping his ankles with her fingers and swept the ground from beneath his feet.

Within moments the Lord of Bloodshed had risen to his feet, bouncing back and forth on the balls of them, "That's cheating," he scolded, and y/n simply shrugged and twirled a strand of her raven hair around her finger.

"Distractions get you killed. I thought that you'd be wise enough to know that, considering you're a big tough Illyrian warrior," her voice was low and sultry, violet orbs peered from beneath her lashes and she moved around the edge of the ring, each step sending shockwaves through the dirt.

With nostrils flaring, Cassian paced across the ring, and Azriel watched her heels dig into the ground as he reached for her. Nothing in the universe would have given Cassian the agility to be able to capture y/n, every time he turned she'd slip between his legs or under his arms, or winnow half way across the training ground and taunt him to approach her.

Once he finally landed a single blow to her ribs, although by pure luck, she returned it with three perfectly synced kicks to his knees, abdomen, and then face, the power in her legs sending him sailing through the crisp morning air, and he landed in the dirt with a heavy thud, skidding to the edge of the ring where Helion stood choking back a smirk.

Looking upward, Cassian seethed at the grin on Helion's face, his lips contorting into a growl as he pushed himself up to stand, swirling on his feet to find y/n not even breaking a sweat and instead leaning against Aelin idly picking at her nails. Unphased. Unbothered.

"Amren," he strained, and the firedrake moved to his side, leaving her place by the rack of weapons standing toward the mouth of the ring, "Spear. Now."

Amren smirked and sauntered over to the rack, coiling her fingers around a beautifully crafted oak spear with a tip of jagged glass and throwing it to Cassian whose eyes remained unmoving from the Fae Queen before his eyes.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Rhys' eyes danced with wonder, and he spoke, to Azriel or Feyre or anyone who would listen, "This is going to be interesting."

Azriel couldn't help but notice how everyone's orbs had become fixated upon y/n, the one who had sent the Lord of Bloodshed crashing into the ground with not much effort at all. She dragged her gaze across the spear in Cassian's hands, her eyes widening with a sickening delight as she craned her head to whisper something to Rowan, her lips moving slow and sure.

Not long after she had withdrew her whisper from her companion, Rowan pushed himself from the rock and reached behind him to retrieve two twin blades, curved and sharp and gleaming in the early morning sunlight. Rowan handed the blades to y/n, nodding once to her as she twirled them between her fingers to assess the weight of the weapons, balancing them on her fingers, throwing them up in the air and catching them with ease.

"Don't hold this against me," she spoke aloud, her voice drifting to Rhys in knowing that she was about to harm the general of his armies.

The pair circled one another, Cassian's knuckles turning white around the beam, and y/n's fingers holding steady and true.

Cassian lunged first, and y/n expertly dodged his attack by sweeping away from him like a phantom wind, rounding on the pads of her feet to face him again as he turned. The tension was suffocating, and it seemed as though y/n was tired of his lunges and feeble attempts to knock her off of her feet. So she ascended upon his position, knocking every jab of his spear away with the fortified muscle of her forearm, hair swaying in the breeze and feet dancing closer and closer to Cassian until he was at her complete mercy.

Y/N moved gracefully, feline almost, her arms moved like the wind, adjusting their course when necessary, and she brought her taut fury down upon Cassian, slicing through his leathers and drawing blood from his shoulders and thighs; and when Cassian dropped her to the ground, she simply rose to her knees and curled on them, dragging her blade right across his midsection before coiling her legs around his own and rolling him beneath her.

With the blood coated blade pressed against his bobbing throat, y/n asked sweetly, "Do you yield?"

Panting, and knowing there was no way of winning, not when bloodlust danced in her violet orbs, Cassian breathed, "I yield."

Rising to her feet, y/n offered a hand to Cassian which he took albeit tentatively, and she hauled him to his feet, the muscles in her thighs rippling as she did and steadied his weight against her, "Remind me to never underestimate you again."

Biting back a laugh, y/n motioned to Helion, knowing that his healing touch was what Cassian needed, "I don't think you'll ever need a reminder." Helion gladly removed Cassian from y/n's grip, sending her an impressed smirk and a curt bow of the head before moving the Lord of Bloodshed elsewhere so that he may be able to begin healing him.

Ruffling her wings, y/n turned to Rowan who wore a proud smile, so wide that his gleaming canines could be seen from across the training ring, "I knew I taught you well."

There was a tone of adoration in his words, Azriel noticed, but not romantic, it was the type of adoration you'd find in the words of family, "You did," y/n admitted, walking into his open arm and allowing it to drape over her shoulder whilst Aelin barked on about how that wasn't even a real show of y/n's true power.

"How does someone even fight like that?" Azriel asked himself, catching the beaming smile and calming eyes searching the space, connecting with his own and sending him a subtle wink.

Rhys, nudging into Azriel slightly, spoke lightly, in total awe of what he had just witnessed, a part of him never thinking such a display of raw power and strength was possible, "She grew up in a world where such ability is needed. Mother above."

"Do I even want to know what she's faced to be able to fight like that?" Feyre asked in a whisper, eyes trained on the trio bickering by the rock formation at the edge of the ring now coated with Cassian's blood.

"Yes," Azriel answered too quickly, unable to move his gaze away from her whilst knowing that both Rhys and Feyre were exploring his face with knowing eyes and grins, "I want to know everything."

Though, before Azriel could cross the ring, the same ring that he would have usually infiltrated to save his brother, Rowan and Aelin had taken her away, gently nudging y/n back toward the Dawn Court Palace that loomed in the distance. And Azriel knew in that moment that he would do anything he could to get her alone, if only to know who she was under the mask that she wore.

The second meeting had passed without any other issues, and y/n had watched each and every High Lord make their statements and desires known whilst she and her cadre watched on, waiting for another spectacle to occur like it had at the meeting prior.

And y/n was surprised when the attitudes and composure of the men before her had eddied to calm and stoic. Cassian winced with every movement he made, most of the damage had been tended to, but the bruises to his skin and ego wouldn't be disappearing any time soon.

"And what is it that you want?" Aelin nudged an idly drifting y/n at the question sent her way by Thesan, "For your assistance in this war. What is it that you want?"

Glancing to Aelin and Rowan, y/n straightened in her seat, "I want no lands of titles, there is nothing material that this world could offer us that we don't already have," it was selfish really, her desired gain from a war that would kill thousands, "All I ask for is the blessing to come and go from this world as we please. My brother is here, as is his family, and I wish to be a part of that as well as my own. In return, there are materials in my lands that don't exist here, we can provide you with weapons, and train you in our fighting and healing techniques. We seek an alliance to last until eons after we are all dust. We have seen too much war and bloodshed and loss," Aelin smiled sadly, "We seek harmony."

"A Queen indeed," Helion drawled with a smile, knowing that all she had said was as true as it could be, "Is that all? You could beckon a husband? Perhaps a High Lord?"

As fast as it came and went, Azriel noticed the lightening glance she stole toward him, and she spoke, in a voice like a glorious storm, "I think you'll find that Lords cower before me. My match is someone who welcomes the darkness, someone who is not and will never be afraid of what it holds," y/n's fingers curled around the arms of her chair, and she continued, "To be able to see my brother whenever I wish is all I want, yes."

Thesan dragged his orbs around the room, seeing no objections from the eyes meeting his stare, "Your desire is our honour to grant."

"Thank you."

The second meeting of the summit concurred, and the High Lords and their companions and lovers took their time speaking their farewells. Helion strode up to y/n last, appreciating her figure in the strapless taupe gown she adorned which was glittered in a million crystals, shining dimly in the light from their dwindling sizes; he took her hand in his, noting the length of her talons, and pressed his lips to her knuckles, "It was a pleasure laying eyes on you," he told her gently, his warmth spreading across her skin, "I suppose I'll see you on the battlefield."

"That you will. Try not to gawk, you may end up six feet under."

Helion backed away with a smirk, still facing the exquisite woman before his amber orbs, "I won't make promises that I cannot keep, Your Majesty."

Then he left, taking his clan with him after one final goodbye to Rhys. Aelin appeared at y/n's side, staring after Helion with a feline wonder in her eyes, "I bet you anything that he's a firecracker in bed."

"Aelin," y/n scolded whilst trying to contain a grin, knowing that the thought had passed through her mind rather shamelessly the night prior.

"Don't scold her," Rowan drawled from her other side, he too peering at the retreating High Lord, "She's not wrong."

"Remind me to bring Aedion and Lorcan next time," she barrelled her fists into either of their arms, noticing the High Lords leaving one by one, "I suppose we should be leaving too."

Aelin titled her head slightly at the tone of defeat and longing in y/n's mouth, glancing to Rowan who nodded once to his mate in agreement to her silent thoughts.

"Perhaps it would be a wise idea if you stayed," Aelin twirled a strand of y/n's raven hair in her fingers, her sentence had caught the attention of an already eagerly awaiting Inner Circle, and they moved to the trio without invitation.

"But, Doranelle-"

"Will be fine," Aelin motioned between her and Rowan, "We will ensure it, and I'm sure Manon would love to play queen for a bit," sensing y/n's apprehension, Aelin continued, "We are not leaving you, and you are not abandoning your people. Our nations are one, it will be alright."

Azriel moved to y/n's side, his shadows peppering her wings with their wonder causing them to rustle slightly with silent delight, and Azriel felt the waves of comfort pour from her, "When was the last time you saw Velaris?"

Turning to face the Shadowsinger, y/n clearly already knew the answer to the question, "It's been too long," her eyes swam with the lost time, and Azriel gingerly settled a hand beneath her elbow, a crutch to do what it was that she wished, and offered her a gentle smile, and she returned it, "Are you sure?" Y/N turned back to Aelin and Rowan who both nodded, "And if you need me-"

"We'll get Lorcan to pull on the bond," Rowan rolled his eyes playfully and closed the gap between him and y/n, pressing his lips into her hairline before taking a step backward, "Live, y/n. Embrace whatever time you have, it's a gift.""

Bond.

Did y/n have a mate?

Azriel's mind swam with possibility, but his marred fingers did not once leave her skin, not for even a moment, "Alright, but prepare yourselves for the arguments once you return without me," y/n waved her fingers and a rippling portal appeared upon the steps where they stood, showing a land of rolling hills and white mountains awaiting beyond.

Pointing a long finger to Rhys, Aelin with a tone of warning spoke, "Look after her."

"Such a mother hen, Aelin," the blonde haired queen rolled her eyes as she stepped to the edge of the portal, dragging Rowan with her.

"No, that's him," and before Rowan could retort in his usual dry fashion, Aelin pulled him through the portal and sent y/n a singular wink as the portal rippled smaller and smaller, until it had vanished completely.

Turning to face Azriel, still feeling his touch against her skin and soul, y/n moved her gaze to Rhys, not moving, not wanting to be away from the comfort of Azriel for even a moment, "So, Velaris then?"

Rhys smiled, taking a step toward his sister, "It's missed you."

"How do you know?"

Shrugging, Rhys spoke with knowing eyes, "You'll see," he offered a hand to her, partly to be able to winnow her into the City of Starlight, but also to get her away from Azriel for a moment, already sensing the Shadowsinger's obsession growing.

"I'd like to fly. It's been awhile since I've been able to stretch my wings," and as if sensing the wind in their feathers, her wings unfolded to reveal the most beautiful set of wings Azriel had ever seen. They were as dark as the night itself, glossed with a thousand stars, and the apex of the one million layered fathers stretched upward to the ceiling.

Before Rhys could offer his guidance, Azriel cut through his thoughts, "I can accompany you, if you'd like?"

With a glitter in her eyes, y/n accepted Azriel's offer and allowed him to guide her outside to one of the balconies encrusted around the duomo of the palace. Peering over the edge of the railing and seeing the drop below, y/n inhaled the crisp air of the horizon, allowed the depleting sun to seep into her skin, "Let's see how fast you can fly, Shadowsinger," and then she leant backward, toppling from the edge and embarking on the most glorious free fall she had endured since the time she had escaped the clutches of her mother.

When she was but metres from the ground, her wings instinctively caught the wind and propelled her upward, sending her soaring past the balcony where she heard Cassian's barking laughter and jeering resonate as she drifted over the dome. It wasn't long until Azriel joined her, smirking at her display and unable to find the words to convey his feelings. His heart was still lodged in his throat from stupidly believing that y/n would be nothing but blood and bones against the rocks below, another mistake of underestimation.

Their wings levelled out, Azriel flying just to the side below her, and y/n couldn't help but watch the world go by as they flew over mountain ranges and fields plush with wildlife, towns and villages glowed gold beneath her eye as the moon began her ascent into the sky, glittering the sky in a violet hue. It was wild to know that she had never witnessed her homeland in such a way, or at all really, but she welcomed each sight like an infant exploring a forest for the first time, stopping at every rock and stream possible.

Watching how the wind swept through her hair, Azriel wondered what it would be like to run his marred fingers through, the silky gloss to it beckoned him in a way even the darkness could not, and he found himself edging closer to her with each passing second.

"I never realised how beautiful it is," y/n muttered to no one in particular, it was more of an aloud statement than an invitation for conversation, and Azriel knew that but chose to engage in it anyway.

"What is Doranelle like?" Azriel observed how her eyes softened in memory, the violet orbs that rivalled Rhys' own shining. What Azriel would give to see the world through eyes like that, mesmerising but calculating, a perfect myriad of awe and observation.

Casting her mind to the city shrouded in pale stone and flowing rivers, a soft smile found her lips, "Doranelle is beautiful," she stated simply, "It's known as the City of Rivers. My mother built the city there to protect her against Brannon's heir. Against Aelin." There was much to her story that she wasn't sure that she'd ever divulge, from the arguments she used to have with Rowan and the initial place she stood at the beginning of the war, to the darkness that lurked within her thanks to her mother and the danger that came with it.

Though, Rowan and Aelin had worked very hard to settle that part of y/n's soul, the part that salivated over the light and sought to devour any form of power that crossed it, and, thanks to their help along with Manon and Yrene, y/n found herself paying little heed to that dark spot hiding within her essence.

"The city is just beyond the Cambrian Mountains and lies east in the continent of Wendlyn. The air is heavy with spice and magic, and I don't ever remember a time when rain found the city naturally," she twirled in the air, diving and dipping without a care in the world.

It was true. Doranelle lay in a rich valley lush with mountains and forests, and it was rare that any negative weather descended upon the City of Rivers, not unless she willed it to and each time she had y/n had been punished greatly.

"It sounds beautiful," Azriel turned onto his back, gazing upward at the Queen of the Fae and appreciating her beauty whilst her wings flapped in long lazy strokes, "Your mother built the city to protect herself against Aelin?"

With orbs darkening, y/n found Azriel's gaze, ignoring the drowning hum sounding in her ears, "My mother was the vilest of creatures, she only ever sought to protect herself, to make herself live for as long as possible. She was known as an immortal queen, but she screamed when I drowned her in the storm. I believe that she only welcomed me into her city to prepare me to host her soul once she tired of her own body."

A preposterous thought, a vile act to insight upon any child let alone your own. Azriel shuddered, not being able to imagine her violet orbs dissipate to black. "Why would she do that?"

Contemplating the question, and not at all feeling like the words she would say would ever be used against her, y/n admitted, "I think she knew that I was more powerful than her. My abilities had always intrigued her, I think that's why she spent so long finding the right being to train me."

"Rowan." Y/N hummed lightly in response. "And what about Lorcan? Rowan mentioned a bond?"

Azriel hated to pry, but he had to know if she was mated, there was no indication telling him that she was, no scent or marking on her skin, but he had to be sure. Tilting her head at Azriel with an incredulous look in her eye, y/n smirked, "Lorcan is my blood-sworn, he protects me and acts on my wishes. Aedion is also my blood-sworn, he's Aelin's cousin, and a fine warrior and friend."

Friend.

Feeling his soul settle somewhat and his shadows finally relax, Azriel dipped low as they approached a mountain range, sighting the rippling wards around the city open with invitation and eagerness, Azriel guessed that the excitement was not for him. Azriel slowed on his flight, willing y/n to do the same, to give her time to prepare herself to see the place in which she had been born.

He reached for her, hands holding steady and true, and curled his marred fingers around her wrist to act as her anchor, or to be whatever she needed in that moment, "Are you ready?"

In a hush above a whisper, y/n replied, "Yes," and the pair dove through that rippling hole that concealed the city from any outside prying eyes, and Azriel could have sworn that the valley of gold brightened immediately, that the closed buds within the gardens bloomed, and that even the Sidra craned its lovely neck to witness her.

As if in welcome, sighing at long last, the mountains roared into the night, rumbling the air and singing their relief. Gasping, y/n soared downward through the night-kissed air, slipping from Azriel's grip as she banked along the waters surface, running her fingers over the perfect reflection of the night sky, smiling when it came alive at her touch and danced up her arms.

The Princess of Velaris had come home, and the city wept with joy at the sight.

Weaving to a place beside her, Azriel smiled faintly at the pure ecstasy that was written upon her features, and he wordlessly kept his pace whilst she ebbed and flowed throughout the city, only stopping when she did. Her wings touched the skies and mirrored the night perfectly, y/n swirled to Azriel, water gathering on her bottom lids, and asked, "Where are they?"

Azriel stretched out his arm, pointing to the opulent residence built into the mountain side, "They'll be up there. It's called the House of Wind."

"Is that where you live?"

Azriel hummed in answer, "And you're welcome to stay there too," he hoped as he edged toward her position floating atop the Sidra, so close to the surface that her toes glided against the water, "The view is incredible from the balcony."

"Really?"

"Really." Nerves settled in his gut, knowing that there was a very slim chance that anyone so beautiful let alone a Fae Queen would ever accept his offer, but he couldn't explain his need to be near her, his need to protect her, "I can show you around the city tomorrow if you'd like?"

"A war is coming. Surely Rhys will be putting you to work come dawn," she took his offered arm and felt his weight propel her upward toward the House of Wind, grand and regal in its own right.

"This is more important."

If it weren't so dark then y/n was sure that Azriel would have seen the blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Then yes, I would like that very much."

"Plus," Azriel leaned in close, his breath fanning against her bare shoulder as he noted the scars littering her skin, "I'm sure that Rhys would give you the world on a string if you asked for it."

"And what would you give me?"

Flickering his eyes upward to meet her own, enjoying how the interior lights of the House of Wind cast a heavenly glow over her face, Azriel smirked, "Name it and it's yours."

Author's Note

Part 3 eeek! x

Also I know I've been super absent recently - life has been hitting me hard but I'm in a much better place now so expect lots of updates next week!

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stanathanxoox · 1 year ago

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TOO Many Gifts

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Getting them way too many gifts for their birthday. - Sam Hanna x reader

You walk into the living room, and your jaw drops seeing all the presents and decorations that are lining every possible surface in your tiny apartment. You can only think of one person who would do this, as there was only one other person who had a key to your apartment.

“Sam?” you call out to the seemingly deserted apartment. He sheepishly makes his way through the Y/F/C/B’s towards you and you raise an eyebrow

“What is all this?” you ask motioning to everything around you.

“I wanted to spoil my Queen” he whispers as he pulls you into his arms, a quick kiss placed on your lips before he continues “Happy Birthday Y/N”.

“You can’t be serious Sam, this is way too many gifts” you say and he puts his hands up and says

“No take backs” and you sigh, relenting as you make your way further into the room. Sometimes it was hard to be upset with the man that you loved so much, and apparently even though every bone in your body was screaming at you not to accept everything that he had gotten for you he had a way of getting you to accept.

“Thank you baby” you say and he beams

“You’re welcome my Queen” he says handing you the first gift.

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throneofsmut · 1 year ago

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Quiet In The Library

Dorian Havilliard x Reader || WC: 893 || Warnings: Smut

Summary: Dorian finds reader in the Library of Orynth during a visit to Terrasen. Based on this request.

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You were standing on the tips of your toes, reaching for a book on a too tall shelf in the Library of Orynth, your fingertips barely brushing against the spine of the book.

Letting out a soft noise of frustration while you silently cursed Aelin for telling you about the spicy novel that was in her personal section of the library.

“Come on.” You muttered angrily to no one in particular under your breath. “Stupid b—“ The quiet curse you were directing at the book is replaced by a loud yelp.

As a tall muscled body pressed you further against the bookshelf. A large hand covering yours as long fingers pulled the book down easily. Swiftly.

He was still crowding you against the books, his chest pressing into your back when he spoke, “How did I know you’d be in here, love.”

You turned around to face him. A hand pressed against your heart that was still pounding. “Dorian, don’t scare me like that!” You whisper-yelled at him.

“Sorry,” he chuckled softly, looking down at you lovingly.

“You say that every time.” He doesn’t respond. His eyes flicking over your face and body and back up to face, making your face heat. You hold your hand out for the book, “can I have my book now?”

Dorian lips set into a small grin when he takes in the furrow of your brows and sensual pink lips that are set in an angry pout. “No.”

“No?”

“No. Let me make it up to you, my love.”

You arch a brow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, “how?”

His grin turns sensual as he grabs ahold of one of your hands and leads both of you deeper, to a more secluded part of the library. You were both close friends to the Queen and King Consort of Terrasen, Aelin and Rowan.

Which is why you both had free rein in the Castle of Orynth, especially in the library, since all three of you—Aelin, Dorian and you—loved books.

Your heart was still pounding but now it was from anticipation. Knowing just how he would make it up to you. Part of you thought he liked to upset you just so he would have an excuse to make it up to you.

He finally stopped next to a corner bookshelf that towered over both of you that was labeled “Fantasy”. Dorian stilled for a few heartbeats, looking, listening if anyone was near and when he was satisfied that no one was he dropped to his knees.

In front of you.

Then a couple seconds later your tunic was pushed up over your tits and your pants were around your ankles. His hands gripped your hips and that was the only warning you got before he parted your wet folds with a flat tongue. “Oh f-fuck!” You moan, your hips rolling at the feeling.

Nipples hardened into peaks to the point of pain as he started pinching and pulling them, while his tongue began to flick and swirl over your swollen clit. Soft moans and whimpers leaving your lips at the feel of every stroke.

Your fingers pull and tug at his hair while your hips grind against his face. Breath hitching as your back arches from pleasure.

Heats pools at the base of your spine as you work your hips faster against his face. Chasing your climax and right when you’re about to reach your peak he pulls back. “Dorian, why did y—“

The words die in your throat when in one swift movement he stands to his full height and buries himself in your soaked cunt. A low groan falling from his lips as your walls clench around his cock. “I haven’t even moved yet and you’re already milking me, love,” he murmurs.

Your only response is a loud sinful moan as his hips set into a deep sensual rhythm. The head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot every time he moves.

He chuckles, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Quiet, love, you’re in the library.” You nod your head, as you bite your bottom lip attempting to stifle your moans.

Without stopping Dorian lifts you—your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he holds you up by your ass. Feeling him impossibly deeper than before at the new angle.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you try to muffle your cries of pleasure. “Oh gods. . . don’t stop! Right there!” The bookshelves digging into your back in the best way with each thrust.

Even his own groans are getting raspier, louder as he fucks you harder. His hold on you, tightening as he chases his own release and yours.

The both of you, so close to the edge of release.

You begin to tremble in his strong arms as the fire in your tummy spreads to your whole body. His pace turning desperate, your back arching as a shattered scream rips through your throat as you climax.

Dorian swallows it greedily with a hungry kiss as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Not a minute later his hips began to stutter and with one last deep thrust his release barrels through him.

His muscles tensing beneath your touch as your walls flutter around his cock, milking every last drop of his cum, as he groans against your neck.

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throneofsapphics · 9 months ago

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one more for the party

Aelins Court x f!Reader (mostly fenrys, rowan, aelin, and a bit of Lysandra)

Summary: you're invited to one of Aelin and Rowan's special parties

Warnings: smut, dvp, orgy

Word Count: 1332

A/N: happy kinktober everyone! here's the first of my kinktober shorts. if anyone would like to be added to the kinktober taglist, please let me know!

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How in the Gods did you end up here?

That really was the question of the age. As a friend of Aedion’s, the King and Queen had taken a special interest in you, for months, unknown to you. You’d just assumed they were being friendly.

Of course, their friendship was a given and if you’d desired nothing past that they would have accepted it, but you were glad there was even an option for something past that. This was something you never could’ve imagined.

“Is it your first time at one of these?” Lysandra purred, running her hand down your arm. You turned to fix your eyes on the beauty, biting down on your bottom lip and nodding. She pried your lip away from your teeth with her thumb, running her finger across your bottom lip. “You’re quite the catch,” she winked and stood, extending her hand towards you. “Let me help,” she offered.

Help? Perhaps help smooth things over, make it a tad less awkward for you.

You took her hand, one of the easiest decisions of the night.

The room quieted as you stood, as Lysandra’s hands tugged at the thin straps on your shoulders, slowly lowering the fabric to expose you to the room, inch by inch.

As all of their attention slowly fixed on you, you felt yourself grow bolder inside, more sure and certain that you could do this. The attention, especially from such an attractive room of individuals, was captivating.

Aelin beckoned you forward, a Queen summoning a subject, when your dress hit the floor, soft fabric pooling around your feet. There was a slightly impatient lilt to her eyes that thrilled you.

“Go on,” Lysandra encouraged you. You sent a sheepish and thankful smile over your shoulder, you hadn’t realized you’d been stuck standing still. She gently pressed between your shoulder blades and you began moving.

Soft carpet caressed your feet, cushioning every step to be as light as any Fae warriors. It was ages and eternity before you finally arrived in front of Aelin, who stood as you approached.

“Hello lovely,” she murmured, sweeping your hair away from your face, “we’ve been hoping you’d show up at one of these for a while.”

“I don’t know why I waited.”

Your answer earned you a grin of approval, and she gripped your chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting head slightly as she brushed her lips against yours, the barest hint of a kiss, before trailing across your skin, leaving burning embers and flushed flesh in her wake.

Her lips hovered what must be a hairsbreadth from your ear, “I’d like to see you with Rowan and Fenrys. If you’re agreeable.” Oh you were agreeable. You nodded. She tutted. “I need to hear you say yes,”

“Yes,” you said, right on beat.

Aelin drew back and let out a low whistle.

You bit back a chuckle, especially as Fenrys grumbled, “I’m not a dog.”

You caught Rowan sending him a side-ways are you sure about that glance, and dodging the other male’s elbow.

Not giving you too much time to overthink, they each bracketed you, hands running up and down your abdomen, thighs, sides of your breasts, shoulders, touching each bit of you they could reasonably reach with a painful gentleness. Touches grew firmer, longer, rougher, breaths grew shorter, turned into pants.

“Can you take both of us, beautiful?” Rowan asked, kissing the space below your ear.

You nodded eagerly, adding a breath ‘yes’.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Lysandra and Lorcan, Elide and Aedion coupled off, side by side.

“Focus on us, I know they’re very pretty,” Fenrys chided, his mouth turned up at the corners, the beginning of a smirk. Aedion caught your eye and winked before refocusing on the small female on her knees in front of him.

Fenrys walked backwards, tugging you with him until his knees hit the edge of the bed, letting you crawl on top of him, bodies sharing heat, skin lighting on fire where it met. Your lips gently sucked and nipped their way down his neck, small groans leaving his lips. The sound was music to your ears.

He ran his hands up and down your sides, as if he was drinking in the feel of you, soaking up every bit of you he could get.

You felt... fuck, Rowan was big, bigger than you expected against your back.

“We’ll make it fit,” you heard him behind you, a hint of amusement in his tone. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You told him as much.

“You didn’t, he’s just arrogant,” Fenrys said, before recapturing your attention with his mouth, lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and scraping lightly with his teeth.

He was good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were sandwiched between two people who knew exactly what they were doing. You arched away from him as Rowan’s fingers grazed over the bundle of nerves between your thighs, hitting another pleasure center.

Fenrys’s hands gently but firmly gripped your hips, sliding you up far enough to hover over him, pressing against your entrance.

Too slowly, he lowered you onto himself, eyes daring you to complain. You took it as a challenge, using the muscles in your legs to slow it even further, squeezing in a way you knew would drive him wild. Sure enough, a hiss left his lips and you hid your smirk.

“Clever witch,” he groaned, before tangling one hand in the back of your hair, the other braced against your hip as he slammed himself home.

You gasped, breath catching, trying to imagine fitting another inside of you. It wasn’t possible. Couldn’t be.

But ... as Fenrys began to move, as you gave yourself over to the feeling you felt a greedy little thing inside of you rise, wanting more, knowing more was available.

“Hold,” you heard the command in Aelin’s tone and Fenrys paused. Practiced almost. They’d had a plan, you realized.

The Queen, your Queen approached you from the side, her eyes darting frequently to your lips. You imagined how hers would feel. Would they be soft? Would she be firm or gentle? Full of passion or caution?

You didn’t have to imagine for long.

Pure passion.

As she was captivating you, you felt another pressure between your legs. A hand, fingers sliding inside of you, stretching you. You winced.

Aelin didn’t miss a thing and pulled back slightly. “You’re doing wonderful, beautiful,” the praise lit something inside of you, soothed a bit of the pain you were feeling down there. If your Queen was telling you that, surely you had to believe it, it had to be the truth.

Another finger was pressed inside of you. Discomfort, but not quite pain.

Aelin caught your attention again. You felt Fenrys’s hair brush against your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your neck.

Someone else was running fingers through your hair. Lysandra. Purring words of comfort into your ear, telling you how fucking incredible you looked right now.

Confidence filled you with her words, with all of their words.

When Rowan's cock finally notched against your entrance, he murmured, “the first bit is the worst,” and didn’t give you more time to think.

Mouth parted in a silent scream, your head dropped forward against Fenrys’s shoulder.

Their arms tightened around you holding you perfectly still.

“Can I move?” You heard the barely controlled restraint in Rowan’s voice.

“Yes,” you managed to say.

“Deep breaths,” Fenrys said as the other male pushed.

It burnt. It stung. Gods, it fucking hurt more than his fingers possibly could. But with the pain came that beautiful edge of pleasure you were able to ride.

That pain slowly ebbed away as he inched inside of you, as Fenrys moved, as Aelin’s fingers toyed with your nipples while they could, before the two males really started moving in unison and she retreated to watch.

The three of you certainly put on a show that night.

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autumnshighlady · 3 years ago

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Our Girl

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about Rowan and Aelin for weeks, praying they won’t catch onto your strange behaviour. Naturally, they do....

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, threesome, slight voyeurism

word count: 6.9k

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***disclaimer: I have not finished KoA, this fic does not really align with any canon plot but I do not care, it’s just some polyamorous Rowaelin smut because I felt like it, enjoy ;) Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut, please go easy on me!

for @gothicbabydollz -🤠

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You were completely screwed.

Days had gone by as you travelled with Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra back to Terrasan. Sometimes the group engaged in light conversation, but much of the journey consisted of pleasant silence, everyone preferring to listen to the sounds of the wind in the trees and the waves of the river.

However, this also meant that in this silence you were left with your own thoughts, sinful ones that plagued their way into your dreams. They left you waking up with a thin layer of sweat across your brow, your mind fogged with lust. You tried to snap out of it as quickly as you could, even going so far as to splash water on yourself. Gods help you if any of the many heightened senses of smell amongst the group caught onto your arousal.

For nights on end, you dreamed about Rowan and Aelin, the Fae prince and the fire-breathing bitch queen taking you to their bed, letting their canines drag across your sensitive skin as they brought you release over and over again. You imagined over and over again what it would be like to have Rowan’s muscled form pressing into your body, to tangle your hands in Aelin’s golden locks and whisper her name on your lips so intimately. But these dreams did not just plague your mind at night. No, during these stretches of silence on the journey you found yourself shamefully revisiting the memories and sensations from the dreams, allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy as you rode or walked in silence for hours.

You didn’t know Rowan or Aelin particularly well. You were a friend of Lysandra’s, and kept yourself at a distance from the powerhouse of a couple you travelled with. Sure, they were polite and you trusted them, but something about them intimidated you – and not just in a bad way. Occasionally, you felt their piercing gazes linger on you. If you met their stare they did not back down, a gleam in their eyes as if they were predators sizing up their prey. It sent a rush of heat to your core, and every time you prayed they wouldn’t scent it.

Naturally, this made the journey difficult. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander to these places, places where you had no business being. Everyone and their dog knew of Rowan and Aelin’s love, their partnership that ran even deeper than that. A few nights ago you heard them sneak off into the night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, occasionally even hearing a soft moan or grunt in the distance that let you know exactly what they were doing. You even allowed your hands to drift into your own pants, but you felt ashamed soon after.

You were not sure if you could call it jealousy, per se. You were jealous of the golden haired queen who got to be with Rowan, but you were also jealous of Rowan. Oh the things you would give to take either of their places. But the issue was that not that you wanted to disturb their relationship and bring one of them to your side, but rather part of you wished you could join them, to be a part of that strong love they shared. To worship and be worshipped by them both.

By the gods, you were screwed.

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After another long day of travel, it was time to settle down for the night. After stuffing some bread and cheese in your mouths, settling the horses in and laying out the bedrolls, it was time to sleep. As you had been doing lately, you placed your bedrolls as far from Rowan and Aelin as possible. You didn’t mean to be rude, after all they had been good to you, but your cheeks burned at the possibility of dreaming about sharing their bed while they slept right next to you.

Despite the exhaustion, sleep would not come. You tossed and turned for about an hour, trying to think of every technique in the book to fall asleep. Finally, after all of them failed, you angrily tossed your covers off and stood up. Everyone else appeared to be asleep, so you quietly tiptoed around the tents and into the forest. Seating yourself on a soft patch of moss behind a tree in the distance, you sighed. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out your thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” A familiar female voice purred from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing Aelin’s approach. You swore quietly, breath hitching as your heartbeat sped up, not entirely from the fright.

The golden haired queen chuckled lowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She drawled. She emerged out of the corner of your eye, the light of the moon shining in those turquoise gold eyes you lost yourself in so many times. She wore only Rowan’s oversized shirt, and it took everything in you to not stare at the way the shirt ended halfway down her thigh, exposing her tan and muscular legs.

“Sorry,” You murmured, adjusting your sitting position and staring at the moss on the ground. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As did I with you.” A playful challenge danced in her eyes, and before you registered what was happening, the assassin plunked down to your left - very very close.

Gods, please no, You pleaded. It was not that you were uncomfortable in the presence of this magnificent woman, but rather fear shook you that those shining eyes would take one look into yours and know every sinful thought that danced in your mind.

But it was too late for the gods to help you, as Aelin was now sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, leaning against the tree. Her arm grazed yours, leaving your skin feeling electrified. Her bare knee lazily knocked against your own – an innocent enough gesture, one of comfort, but it set your nerve endings aflame, as if the power of the queen next to you seeped into the deepest parts of your body. You had never been this close with her, this casual, you did not let yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get jealous and hurt, or worse, come between the two fae who were perfect for each other.

“Please don’t tell me you’re brooding or some shit,” Aelin groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her chin to the sky. The warm breeze sent her golden hair adrift, her sweet scent rushing into your nose. With her defined face lit up by the moon and her hair in the wind, she truly looked like a goddess. “I have enough gods-damned brooding males to deal with already. I don’t need the females doing it too.”

You snorted, fiddling with your hands. “I’m not brooding,” You said. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Weird dreams?”

You froze, heart pounding. For a moment you stuttered before quickly closing your mouth. Shit. You prayed to every god that Aelin hadn’t noticed your pause. “No.” You said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, Aelin didn’t believe you for one second. “Liar.” She said firmly, in a haughty tone that sent fire through your veins and turned your core to liquid. You prayed once again that she wouldn’t scent it.

As if testing the waters, Aelin pressed her right leg into your left one, silky but firm muscle against your skin. Involuntarily your breath hitched, heart dropping as you saw the smirk that formed on the queen’s face at your reaction. You turned your head to the right, avoiding eye contact even though in your gut, you knew she had somehow figured you out. A strong hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

Your eyes met her turquoise gold ones, and you let yourself gaze at her lips. An arrogant smirk came over them. “You wanna try that again?” She clucked her tongue, expecting an answer.

But you did not give in. You couldn’t – you knew deep down Aelin was not doing this to be cruel and humiliate you. Well, maybe a little bit, but not to hurt you personally. But you clung to what was left of the shreds of your dignity and raised your chin as much as you could within her iron tight grip. It made her chuckle.

“Oh, yes, you’ve got some fire in you after all.” Aelin chuckled darkly. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up on her right side, hitching her left leg through yours and pulling it to the side and spreading your legs ever so slightly.

And you let her, you let the Queen of Terrasan spread your legs, which were almost entirely bare thanks to the flimsy sleep shorts you donned. While her right hand gripped your chin still, her left one circled just above the inside of your knee, kneading into your skin.

You couldn’t breathe. Between the grip on your chin forcing you to meet Aelin’s gaze to the hand on your inner thigh, every sensible thought you should be having flew out the window. Any shred of hiding your interest in the golden haired woman was long gone, leaving you at her mercy.

“I see the way you’ve snuck glances at Rowan and me,” Aelin purred, eyes not once leaving yours. “Don’t even try to deny it. I’m honestly a little insulted you thought I wouldn’t notice. Surely you know I’m not an idiot, right?”

You nodded with what little motion you had. Denying the queen of answers would no longer go in your favour, you figured. She released the grip on your chin, only to move her hand to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair like you had dreamed about doing with hers.

“So when you wake up all flushed and flustered, my guess is that it’s because you’ve been having some lovely dreams about me.” Her voice was like honey coated steel, lips brushing against your ear and making their way down your throat. “And probably Rowan too, but mostly me, which I don’t blame you for.”

You chuckled briefly, feeling Aelin’s lips smirk against your skin as her suspicions were confirmed. Your common sense finally came back to you at the mention of the fae prince.

“But…but… Rowan–” You whined as you felt her drag her canines up the column of your neck.

“Is quite enjoying the view.” Aelin interrupted, causing your eyes to shoot open.

Fear coursed through your body as your eyes shot open. Indeed, the towering form of the fae prince hovered a few feet from your right. His green eyes glinted, that predatory gaze that sent enemies to their knees scanning the scene before him. You tried to scramble away, but Aelin’s grip on your hair and thigh was too strong. Fae males were territorial bastards on a good day, so you sitting here with Rowan’s carranam entwined like lovers…

He chuckled darkly, removing his hands from his pockets. “Such a pretty little thing you’ve got there, Fireheart.” His velvety voice dripped in lust, and you practically throbbed at the tone. He stepped forward, silver hair shining under the light of the moon. That tattoo on his face blended in with the shadows, an utterly terrifying yet arousing site.

“I like her, Rowan,” Aelin said, squeezing your thigh harder and causing you to whimper. “Can we keep her?”

Instead of bracing yourself for whatever humiliating response you expected Rowan to give, you blurted out apologies. “I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I swear I’m not trying to get between you two, I just–”

Your words were cut off sharply as Rowan’s massive hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you with a gentle but firm squeeze. “Oh please,” He murmured, bending down to squat next to you as he brought his lips to your ear. “We’ve been wanting this just as long as you, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrowed, causing the prince to chuckle. Aelin continued her circles on your inner thigh, slowly inching it further and further up as her lips alternated between your shoulder and ear. “I’m surprised you didn’t get the hint earlier, little dove,” She quipped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We tried to get you closer to us, but you pulled away. Did you honestly think Rowan just forgot to put up a magical shield to block out our sounds when we slipped away a few nights ago? We knew you could hear us, I’m disappointed you didn’t join.”

Head reeling, both from the shock of Aelin’s information that they deliberately fucked close enough for you to hear, and from Rowan’s pressure on your throat, you stuttered. “I–”

“We could smell you,” Rowan growled. “We could smell how aroused you were, hear those fingers delve into that wet pussy of yours. Do you know how hard it was to not storm over and take you against the bedroll right then and there?”

Finally, the grip on your neck was released. The stars in the sky swam in your vision as you inhaled a much needed gulp of air. Part of you wondered if this was another one of your dreams, but it felt too real. The world melted away as the large hand that had previously held your neck took up residence on your inner thigh across from Aelin’s. While the blonde’s touches were firm but teasing, Rowan’s got straight to the point, clenching your thigh mere inches away from your core and prying your legs open further. Even through the fabric of your shorts, you could feel the iciness of his touch.

“I bet she’s wet right now,” Aelin breathed. Before your thoughts could even form a mental response, her left hand snapped from your leg to the centre between your legs, cupping you firmly with a possessiveness that turned you on even more.

You bit down on your lip, restraint slipping. It would be so easy to let yourself go, to allow the price and the queen to have you any way they wanted. At this point, you did not know why you bothered to attempt to maintain control – you knew what was about to happen, and it sent butterflies into your stomach.

“As usual, I was right.” Aelin’s smirk was triumphant, eyes dancing victoriously as she noticed your pathetic attempt at restraining yourself. “Look at her, Rowan, she’s still holding back, isn’t she?”

Rowan’s lips kissed your ear, murmuring his agreement as his breath sent chills down your spine.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Aelin chided teasingly. “We know exactly what you want, princess, let us give it to you. Will you let us take care of you”

Even if you wanted to respond right away, you couldn’t. Every part of your body screamed yes yes yes, but Aelin’s hand still covered your core, applying just enough pressure to set your blood on fire but not enough to relieve the throbbing that plagued your centre. You could barely breathe, barely think between Aelin’s hands in your hair and between your legs while Rowan gripped your thigh and breathed down your neck. Your eyes closed, you were going to explode–

A sharp nip to your ear snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot open once more.

“Your queen asked you a question.” Rowan growled, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

“I don’t particularly enjoy repeating myself,” Aelin sighed mockingly. Ever so slightly, her middle finger stroked a feather-light line a few centimetres up your covered core, making you see stars. “But I’m feeling generous tonight, so let me ask you again. Will you let us take care of you, hm? Will you let us make you ours?”

“Yes,” You practically sobbed, the words shooting out from your lips before Aelin even finished her sentence. “Gods yes, please…”

Aelin looked like a cat that just ate the canary. Satisfied, she grinned triumphantly and removed her hand from between your legs. Before you could protest at the loss of contact, that hand came to your cheek and cupped your face as she brought her lips to yours.

Holy gods, Aelin Galathynius was kissing you.

Her lips were soft as rose petals, dancing against your own as the grip in her hair loosened, moving to rest upon your other cheek instead. Her scent of jasmine, lemon, and embers was intoxicating, as if it were a drug getting you high, and you loved it. Aelin’s blonde hair gently tickled your face in the breeze like silk, and her thumb ever so slightly stroked your cheek. You were pretty sure you were in heaven – you had imagined countless nights what it would be like to kiss the Queen of Terassen, to have those smirking lips pressed against your own.

She kissed you with a fire no less than what you would have expected from her. There was passion behind it, making your head reel as you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing to do something with your hands, you gently placed them on her waist as best you could given the position, Aelin still sitting to your left and slightly in front of you.

Rowan, who you had almost forgotten was there, hummed in approval. It was more of a low growl, turning you on even more. As Aelin continued to kiss you, Rowan’s hands roamed to the laces at the front of your v-neck nightshirt. He began undoing them, his fingertips brushing your skin teasingly as you felt the night air cool your newly exposed skin.

After unlacing the shirt, the fae prince kneeled and moved his hands to your shoulders, grabbing the edges of the nightshirt and slowly pulling them down your shoulders. His lips trailed along the newly exposed skin, canines scraping ever so slightly as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned into Aelin’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied growl from the queen. She kissed you harder, tongue ever so slightly tracing along the edges of your lips. You felt the nightshirt pool around your elbows, leaving your bare chest exposed to the night air. Before you could make an effort to pull your arms out from the sleeves, Rowan’s large hands gripped the front of the fabric and pulled, effortlessly ripping it to shreds.

Briefly, you wondered how you would explain to the others the absence of your nightshirt when you woke up. But that thought was pushed aside as you felt Rowan’s hand grasp your right breast with an assertiveness that you knew only fae males possessed. You gasped at the sensation as he began kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

Aelin’s mouth left yours and you whined. She chuckled, moving her lips to the hollow of your throat and sucked, which you knew would leave a purple mark the next day. Not that you cared, hell you’d wear it proudly – let everyone know the Queen of Terassen had marked you as hers that night.

Towering above you, Rowan gripped your hair with his free hand and pulled, forcing your head back and to the side to look at him. That usually stone cold face was blown with lust, the green of his eyes barely visible with his full blown pupils. With the starlight framing his face he looked every bit as ethereal and godlike as Aelin, the moon to her fiery sun.

However, you didn’t have time to savour his beautiful face looking down at you with nothing but sinful intentions, as he bent down to kiss you. His lips collided with yours, and you swear the world around you exploded. While Aelin’s kiss was soft and passionate, Rowan’s was rough and commanding. Teeth nearly clashing, his tongue found the inside of your mouth within seconds. You did not even think of trying to fight against his sheer dominance, especially when you saw stars as his teeth tugged your lip.

Needless to say you were a whimpering mess. Between the silver haired prince’s tongue in your mouth and his hand groping your right breast and the blonde queen’s mouth planting possessive kisses and bites across your neck and chest, you were at the mercy of these two powerful beings.

And you loved it.

Aelin’s sinful mouth moved to your left breast, wrapping her lips around your nipple and letting her canines scrape the soft skin and had your toes curling. If your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have cried out.

She massaged your thigh again, hand roaming everywhere except where you needed it most. Perhaps involuntarily, your hips bucked, desperate to relieve the throbbing need at your core.

Rowan’s lips instantly disconnected with yours, growling as he roughly tugged your hair. “Don’t whine, princess.” He snarled. “You will take what we give you.”

“So needy,” Aelin crooned mockingly. “And so desperate. You avoid us for days, then demand more from us? After you already had an opportunity to join us in bed? Tsk tsk.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated begging, hated sounding weak to anyone no matter the circumstance. You were humiliated, but a sick part of you loved it – loved being teased and taunted by the powerful creatures whose hands which had taken so many lives and butchered countless people caressed the most intimate parts of your body.

“Please, fuck…” You begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded. “Please…”

“Please what?” Aelin taunted, drawing circles on your inner thigh.

Gods, they were actually going to make you say it, weren’t they?

“Please touch me,” You nearly wept. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

From the heated glance Rowan and Aelin exchanged, you instantly knew uttering that last part may have been a mistake. Or a blessing, who knows.

“Good girl.” Rowan purred into your ear.

The words poured over you like warm honey, wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Naturally, the increased intensity of your scent was not lost to both of them.

“Oh she liked that,” Aelin chuckled. “Isn’t that right, princess? Are you gonna be our good girl?”

“Yes!” You breathed, nodding with a fervour that was borderline shameful. But you didn’t give a shit, not as you were so close to getting what you dreamed of night after night.

“That’s all we needed to hear.” With that, Aelin’s hand tugged your flimsy shorts. You lifted your hips as she pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the side, likely into some bush.

You were now completely naked before them. Both fae paused and allowed their hungry gazes to roam your body. Your skin gleamed in the moonlight, legs spread as Aelin sat on her knees between them, looking ready to devour you whole.

“Just like we imagined, huh Fireheart?” Rowan mused to his lover.

Before you could ask what the fuck they meant, Aelin’s skilled fingers swept a line up your centre through the wetness pooling there, gathering it in her fingers before removing her hand promptly. You cried out, legs twitching. You stared, wide-eyed as the blonde brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them once, and moaned.

“She tastes so good, Rowan.” Aelin breathed. She leaned towards him and held out her fingers, to which the silver haired prince grabbed her hand and proceeded to wrap his lips around them and suck.

It was a sight that would have brought you to your knees, if you were standing. The Queen of Terassen and her lover moaning at your taste was something you thought would only happen in your dreams. Before you could say anything, Aelin stood up and skipped away into the bushes. You felt strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees, lifting your naked body up as if you weighed nothing at all. Carrying you, Rowan followed Aelin into a small clearing some distance away. It was by a small creek, with a large patch of soft, mossy ground next to it. The trees surrounded most of it like a wall, shielding the three of you from the rest of the world.

With a surprising tenderness, Rowan laid you down on the moss gently, planting a kiss to your lips. However, the kiss was short lived – Aelin, who had discarded her shirt somewhere along the way, practically shoved him out of the way as she scrambled over top of you. Her knee pressed against your core, rocking slightly and sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body. She resumed her attack on your neck and chest from earlier, and you knew that you would don multiple bruises and marks from the fiery queen.

Rowan did not seem to mind being sidelined for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he used this time to remove his own shirt. Smirking, he caught your gaze as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

Mouth watering, you made eye contact as he placed his hand over the bulge in his shorts and palmed himself. In that moment you were thankful you did not have fire powers like Aelin, or else you were sure you would have set the clearing aflame from that wonderful sight.

Your attention was soon turned back to Aelin as her kisses moved down to your stomach, then to your hips. You bucked your hips, earning a firm bite from her. Defeated and relinquished of all control, you relaxed further into her touch and tried not to squirm as her lips ghosted your inner thigh a hairline away from your core.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Aelin murmured before leaning down and diving between your legs.

Oh Gods, she feasted on you.

This time, you really did scream as her tongue swept through your folds, stroking patterns along your most sensitive areas as her lips and teeth wasted no time in sucking your clit.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hand latched into her hair, entwining with the golden locks with a death grip as you panted. Luckily, Aelin did not seem to mind – in fact, the growl she let out indicated her approval. As she slipped a finger easily inside your hole while feasted on you, your head tilted up towards the stars and you allowed yourself to moan freely.

This was better than any of your dreams by far.

Rowan’s patience finally slipped, as he removed his pants but left his undershorts on and sat down behind you. He sat you up, Aelin’s free hand keeping your hips still as you were propped up. You felt Rowan’s muscular chest against your back, his scent of pine and snow filling your senses as his lips met your ear.

“Do you like that, princess?” He murmured. “Do you enjoy having your queen between those pretty legs of yours?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “I’ve…. fuck…. I’ve dreamed about it for so many nights…”

Pleased with your response, Rowan’s hands cupped your breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, a delicious sensation of slight pain to contrast with the overwhelming pleasure at your core.

“We heard you play with yourself that night we slipped out,” He growled, canines abusing your neck. “Wondered if it was my fingers you were imagining your own to be, or Aelin’s. It was easy to figure out that you didn’t just want one of us, but both. Our perfect little slut, so eager, practically begging to be fucked.”

You whimpered helplessly, Rowan’s words heating your very blood. Your attempts at subtlety the past while had failed, and deep down you had known it.

“I practically had to hold Aelin back that night to stop her from storming over there and ripping your clothes off,” Rowan continued. It was the most you had ever heard him speak to anyone besides Aelin – never had you imagined it would be these words coming out of his mouth when he spoke to you. “Not that I was much better. You know what you did to me that night, don’t you? You can fucking feel it right now, princess?”

With those words, Rowan pressed his hips into your back, letting you feel the sizeable, solid bulge straining against his undergarments. You moaned, pride filling you knowing that you had done that to him, the feared fae prince who brought enemies to their knees. Gods knew you wouldn’t mind being on your knees before him.

“That’s right,” Rowan whispered. “Feel how hard you make me. That pretty mouth has been so quiet lately, I can’t wait to put it to use. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.”

The tight coil you had been feeling build up for the past few minutes increased at his words, and that familiar feeling of release crept up.

“I’m so close,” You murmured, giving the fae a warning – you suspected they were the type to make you ask for your release.

Rowan chuckled, as if they already could tell by your body language and scent, which they probably could. Aelin doubled her efforts, two curled fingers thrusting in and out of you while her lips and teeth were firmly attached to your clit.

Minutes later, the tension snapped and your release barrelled through you. Crying out Aelin’s name as your legs shook, Rowan bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, canines sinking into your skid and adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Aelin kept her head between your legs, coaxing you through your orgasm as tears pricked your eyes. You had never had a release that intense, and somehow they both knew it.

Before you knew what was happening, Aelin and Rowan flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees. Panting, you didn’t have time to protest before Aelin gripped handfuls of your ass and delved back in with her mouth. You couldn’t tell if you let out a scream or a sob. You were so sensitive, core throbbing as the queen mercilessly continued her attack on it, twice as vigorously as before. Tears now flowed down your cheeks, and you tried to wriggle away but her grip was too strong.

Rowan looked down at you, and for a moment concern took over his face and his eyes seemed to say, are you sure this is okay?

Yes, please don’t stop, you mentally said, appreciating the fact he made sure you were okay to continue despite your attempts to wriggle away from Aelin’s mouth.

That predatory lust came back over his features and he stood up. Maintaining eye contact, Rowan pulled down his undershorts revealing his already hard, impressive length.

Your mouth watered, and arrogance shone in his eyes as your jaw slackened. You whined again as Aelin crooked her fingers inside of you, a sound that made Rowan’s cock twitch.

He knelt down in front of you, striking his length a few times before bringing it to your lips.

“Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, princess.” Rowan growled before pushing the tip past your lips.

You gladly opened your jaw wide, taking in as much of him as you could. He was so big, you knew it would take a bit of time before you could take him all the way. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock and you sucked, and the prince let out a groan.

Gods help me, you thought. The noise Rowan let out sent a rush of pleasure through your body so strongly you were unable to think. The composed fae prince, moaning as you took him in your mouth was a scenario you had only dreamed of. It was animalistic, deep in that way you always loved his voice to be.

Determined, you forced your jaw to relax further, bobbing your head up and down. Sensing your eagerness, Rowan gathered your hair in one hand and thrust his hips. You gagged slightly, choking at the rough intrusion in your throat but relished the sensation. As Aelin continued to drive your pussy into a frenzy of pleasure, Rowan picked up a pace as he thrust into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you got comfortable with the pace. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you leaned forward and took all of him in your mouth, sucking as best you could. Tears streamed down your face from the effort as you choked, happily giving him the image he had described earlier. Feeling brave, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping him deep in your mouth. The sight nearly had you released on the spot.

Rowan was panting, that muscular chest rising up and down as his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully. He was looking down at you as you stared up at him for approval. His face was flushed slightly, a hint of his slipping restraint. You pulled off of him for a few seconds to get some air, but went right back down onto his length.

The prince tipped his head back and growled a moan to the sky, calling out your name. The sound of your name on his lips had that familiar coil tightening again as you approached your release. You tried to hold it off as best you could, but Aelin undoubtedly noticed and gave you no mercy as she once again doubled her efforts.

Your moan sent a wave of pleasure through Rowan, who continued to thrust into your mouth. However, your focus began to waver a few minutes later as your release approached fast. Rowan didn’t seem to mind, apparently focusing his efforts on holding off his own release to your dismay.

Your second orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Instead of pulling away, Rowan held your head firmly so your mouth was still around him, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Only when you came down from your high did Rowan allow you to release his cock.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you slumped to the ground as Aelin stood up, satisfied with her work. Your closing eyes snapped open as Aelin sauntered over to Rowan, your juices gleaming on her face. Without hesitation, she pulled Rowan in for a kiss.

You gaped at the couple as Rowan tasted you on Aelin’s lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close to him. Their embrace was a beautiful sight – both naked and bathed in moonlight, their scars and tattoos shone amidst their toned muscles. Gold and silver hair contrasted with a divine beauty that would make the gods envious, making them truly look like a queen and a king.

They stood there, hands roaming each other’s bodies until you whined, desperate to be near them again. They broke apart, Aelin laughing darkly.

“Look at her, we take our attention away from her for one minute and she’s whining like a desperate whore.” She said, coming to kneel next to your crumpled body. She stroked a hand through your hair, wiping it from your face.

“Our needy girl,” Rowan agreed, coming to kneel between your legs. He stroked a hand down your spine. “Is she ready for more, do you think?”

Before you could answer, Aelin cut in with a sugary sweet tone. “No, I think she’s done for the night. Looks like we tired her out early. Are you finished, little dove?”

Panic swept through you as you shook your head as vehemently as you could muster. It was too soon to be done, you wanted to stay here just a bit longer…

“Still begging for more, I see.” Rowan growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back so you were laying down on it. “Looks like we’ll have to give our princess what she wants.”

Keeping his hands on your hips, Rowan pressed the tip of his cock into you and pushed forward. The stretch of it burned, as you had never taken a male this large before, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Rowan commanded, slapping your thigh to get you to open your eyes again.

As he inched forward, slowly to try and make it less painful, those green eyes pierced yours. You maintained eye contact as he withdrew, then pushed in again – farther this time. Aelin was peppering kisses to your face holding in her hands and murmuring praises. After a minute you relaxed enough, and Rowan’s self control snapped and he finally thrust in fully.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sensation. You felt so full, the stars ahead whirling as Rowan’s cock pushed against that one spot. You glanced up at Aelin, searching for any sign of discomfort or jealousy in her eyes at her lover being inside another woman, but you found none. Her turquoise gold gaze was filled with lust, finally washing away any fears you had about getting in between them.

Hearing your moaning, Rowan picked up his pace, the grip on your hips sure to leave bruises the next day.

“As much as I love hearing those noises from you,” Aelin cooed. “I think it’s time to return the favour.”

You nodded quickly, causing her to chuckle before she swung a leg over your face and planted her knees on either side. She lowered her glistening cunt towards your face, but it was too slow for your liking. Already sick of her hovering, you grabbed her hips and planted her firmly on your face.

The Queen of Terassen moaned loudly, surprised at the action. You were filled with pride as you gladly opened your mouth to taste her. Eagerly, you swept your tongue through her folds, then inside of her, and you moaned. She tasted heavenly, even better than you had imagined.

As Rowan began pounding into you with a relentless force, you cried out. This apparently appeased Aelin, who cried out as the vibrations from your noise travelled into her. She rocked her hips on your face, gripping your hair with both of your hands.

You were in heaven. The Queen of Terassen sat on your face as if it were her own personal throne, moaning your name like a battlecry while your body shook at the force of which Rowan thrust into you. He lifted your hips slightly and changed his angle, satisfied when you practically screamed under Aelin as his cock found that one spot that made you see stars. You looked up at her, admiring the view as her perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing, golden hair spilled around her frame like a veil. You reached up to grab them with one of your hands, kneading them like Rowan had with your own.

As you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night, Aelin released one hand from your hair and leaned back to rub your clit. The world began spinning as you shot towards your orgasm faster than ever before. It hit the hardest this time, your nails surely leaving dents in Aelin’s hips and breasts as you screamed their names into Aelin’s cunt. Her orgasm followed moments later as she cried out with your tongue inside of her, your hair in a death grip as her juices gushed into your mouth and onto your face, which you happily lapped up.

Rowan’s hips jerked a few more times and he let out a roar that likely sent the birds into the sky, shaking the earth as his release barrelled into your trembling body. The three of you remained in your positions as you rode out your highs, panting and groaning. After a few minutes, Aelin climbed off your face and laid down beside you. To your surprise, she entwined her fingers with yours, smiling softly.

“My girl.” She said quietly.

“Our girl.” Rowan added. He leaned forward and covered your shaking frame in his muscular one. He licked your face, lapping up Aelin’s taste before kissing you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. Aelin squeezed your hand as you kissed him back before he laid down on your other side.

The three of you laid there in the clearing for a while, gazing up at the stars. Now that you had stopped panting, your brain was coherent enough to form words.

“I’m sorry I was rude and avoided you,” You said quietly, and both heads turned towards you. “I saw you two were so happy together and I felt so ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to come between you, but I couldn’t just be close to either of you and pretend I didn’t feel the way I did. I was so scared about what would happen if either of you found out about how I felt, so it was easier to stay away.”

Rowan slipped his hand through yours, stroking it with his thumb. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured.

“Don’t feel ashamed,” Aelin said, stroking your cheek with her free hand and bumping your knee with her own. “It took us a while to figure out that we both were interested in you. We still love each other, but why not have even more love if we can?”

You smiled, grateful that they understood your feelings. You did not wish to take one of them away from the other, you wanted them both.

“Exactly,” Rowan added. “Love does not have to be bound between two souls only. If there is room and wish for more from all parties involved, why not take it?”

Heart full, you let the weight of your worries from the past few weeks wash away. You were their girl.

Forever and always.

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