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Eris x Azriel'sSister!Reader
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Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Azriel. She has shadows just like him, and is also a spymaster for Rhys. When she meets Eris, she initially hates him, but after a bargain is made between them, things begin heating up. This takes place before Under the Mountain.
cw: canon typical violence, mentions of child abuse and domestic abuse, beron🤮, mentions of whipping, mentions of reader being groomed in past relationship(though she was an adult), overprotective batboys, mentions of rhys being assaulted utm, just tw for amarantha in general
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
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Scorched Shadows: Part 3
Eris x Azriel'sSister!Reader
Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Azriel. She has shadows just like him, and is also a spymaster for Rhys. When she meets Eris, she initially hates him, but after a bargain is made between them, things begin heating up. This takes place before Under the Mountain.
Warnings: overbearing brothers
Series Masterlist
Part 2 || Part 4
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Year 3
Morrigan had never been overprotective of you like your brothers were.
You'd been six when you and Azriel were released from that cell and taken to Windhaven. You were the youngest, and everyone treated you as such.
But never Morrigan.
The day you turned 16, Morrigan had dragged you to a bar to get wasted with her. Rhys’s mother had sent you both to the cabin for a week after that.
But with Morrigan, you could speak freely. You didn’t have to worry about scandalizing her like you did with your brothers. You could barely say a bad word around them without them acting like you'd killed somebody. To them, you were still the scared little girl who didn’t speak until she was 11.
“Mor, you’re still hungover, we’re not going out again tonight,” you scolded the female. She pouted.
“Getting drunk is exactly what I need to get rid of this hangover,” she insisted. You giggled as your shadows swirled around her.
Rhys’s talons gently caressed your mind, and you let them in.
Come to my office, now.
You tried to keep from being anxious at the tone. You got to your feet, explaining to Mor that you’d be back.
Your shadows were giving you no intel as you made your way to his office, and his talons never left your mind.
You recalled when you were first brought to Windhaven, how terrified you’d been. You didn’t speak back then, and they were all concerned about you.
The first time you’d had to leave Azriel’s side in your entire life was his first day of training. You had been so upset with no way to express it.
Rhys had caressed your mind, thinking it would help. But it had terrified you, and you'd thrown a screaming fit that only his mother had been able to calm.
For years, you would cry anytime he tried to enter your mind. But centuries later, you had become used to it.
“What’s going on?” you asked as you finally entered the office.
All three of your brothers were there, and none of them looked happy.
They’re upset, a shadow whispered.
No shit, you replied. You winced as it tugged a strand of your hair in response.
“We’ve received a letter from Eris Vanserra,” Rhys announced, holding it up.
You chewed on your bottom lip, anxiety eating at your gut.
“He invites you to a ball being thrown in his honor,” Rhys explained. “According to him, you owe him a favor.”
“Shit,” you grumbled, earning a raised brow from Cassian.
“Why don’t you tell us exactly why you owe him a favor, dear sister?” Rhys asked you, setting the letter down.
“A few weeks ago, when I went to meet with Graham, Eris found me waiting,” you admitted. “He told me Graham had been beheaded.”
“And you didn’t tell us?”
“I did tell you!” you objected.
“No, you told us your shadows informed you of Graham’s death,” Azriel corrected. “And you certainly didn’t mention Eris Vanserra.”
“I knew it’d just upset you all,” you explained.
“Damn right,” Cassian agreed, narrowing his eyes.
“Why do you owe him a favor, Y/N?” Rhys demanded, impatience wearing his voice thin.
“I said if he didn’t turn me into his father, I’d owe him a favor,” you explained, sighing.
“Well, you’re not going to this ball,” Azriel decided. You glared at him.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” you snapped.
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You liked to talk to the portrait of Rhys's mother nearly every Sunday. It was stupid, but you enjoyed catching her up on your week. Even the mundane details.
Rhys's mother, Selene, had been everything to you. She was never a replacement for your own mother, but you still loved her like one. And she loved you like a daughter. She had rescued you from your father's keep after Azriel had been sent to Windhaven, you left behind to rot in that cell, only six years old and all alone.
“I just hate how overbearing they are,” you were telling her. “I didn’t even want to go to this ball, but now that they’re forbidding it, I have half a mind to go.”
Her beautiful, violet eyes stared back at you. Even if it was just a painting, it was comforting.
“I hate Eris, but I hate being told what to do more,” you went on. “You know that better than anyone. The only thing holding me back is it might hurt Morrigan if I go.”
Every interaction you had with him, you thought of your cousin. Your best friend. Guilt would eat at you with every word you said to him.
“But she might understand,” you debated. “I’m just doing it to spite my brothers. She does things to spite her family all the time.”
It may not have been a fair comparison, but it was true.
“You would never have forbade me from a ball,” you mumbled. “I miss you.”
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