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serpentandlily · 2 years ago

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Arcane - Azriel x Reader

Azriel x DeathGod!Reader

Summary: Azriel never thought he’d find his mate, was convinced the Mother hadn’t even given him one because he was unworthy. That is, until he stumbles upon his mate while looking for the most unusual ally.

Based on this request.

Warnings: very brief illusion to past SA

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“We’ve exhausted all our options,” Rhys declared, dropping his head into his hands. “I’m afraid another war is on the horizon. Koschei cannot be dealt with alone.”

“I don’t understand. The weaver and the bone carver were able to be killed,” Cassian interjected. “Why is it impossible for us to find a way to kill Koschei?”

“It took the might of the cauldron to defeat them,” Rhys explained.

“Well, then let’s ask Miriam and Drakon if we can use the cauldron,” Cassian replied, giving the obvious answer.

“It would be no use,” Feyre sighed. “I destroyed the book. We’d have no idea how to cast the spell the King of Hybern used that day. And we risk Koschei, himself, getting his hands on the cauldron.”

“There’s got to be another way,” Mor chimed in. “Something, someone, that could be as powerful as the sorcerer himself. He wasn’t the only God that found their way to Prythian.”

“Most of them are locked up in the Prison,” Rhys said. “And the Prison would not allow us to free any of them even if we wanted to.”

“Az, how has your search for Bryaxis been going?” Feyre asked.

“Not good,” Azriel answered honestly. “It’s like that thing disappeared from Prythian entirely.”

The room was silent for a moment until Amren sat up straight. “Wait, there is someone we could go to for help. As a last resort.”

Rhys lifted his head, staring at her with a heavy resolve. “No, absolutely not. It is too dangerous.”

“You said it yourself, we’re out of options!”

“What are you two talking about?” Feyre asked, looking between them.

Rhys let out a long breath. “Bryaxis…had a sibling. If you could even call her that. Someone who also came from wherever he slipped through from.”

“And why haven’t you mentioned this before?” Mor asked with a glare, crossing her arms.

“Because,” Rhys started. “Like I said, it’s too dangerous to get into contact with her. She’s…well, to be honest, no one really knows much about her. She keeps herself in a dark cave somewhere in the middle. Likes the darkness as much as Bryaxis does.”

“If no one knows much about her, then how do you know she’s dangerous?” Feyre asked. “Everyone was scared of Bryaxis until I went down there and was helped by it.”

“I’ve been told stories of her from my father,” Rhys explained. “How in the past, long before any of us were born, she could cause the fall of entire armies. Could level any court into rubble and dust.”

“And if that’s true, then doesn’t it speak to her character that she hasn’t done any of that? Maybe she is good of heart,” Mor suggested.

“We’re out of options, Rhys,” Amren said. “She might be our last hope.”

“Fine,” Rhys sighed. “I guess we better get ready for a trip to the middle.”

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“Alright, maybe this was a bad idea.”

Azriel glanced at Cassian to see him frowning as they stood in front of the dark cave. It was just him, Cass and Rhys who had come here to try and find this creature to ask for help. But it seemed Cassian was already losing his nerve.

“I tried to tell you,” Rhys muttered under his breath. “Azriel, can you scout ahead with your shadows?”

As soon as those words left Rhysand’s mouth, Azriel’s shadows darted ahead, trailing into the cave in a flurry. Azriel’s eyes widened as he was left standing completely bare, exposed. Not a single shadow had stayed with him, which was unusual. He tried to brush it off, tried to hide how uncomfortable he felt without them.

They waited expectantly but his shadows never returned. Azriel’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I can’t call them back,” he said to his two brothers watching him. “They aren’t listening to me.”

“That’s…unusual,” Rhysand said, stroking his jaw.

Nothing more was said as the darkness in the cave seemed to grow and grow, almost extending out towards them despite the sun overhead.

“Who are you?”

The feminine voice was sensual yet sweet, playful almost. Nothing like he had been expecting. It struck something inside of Azriel, making his chest ache. Rhysand stood up straight, switching from brother to the High Lord in a mere second.

“I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court,” Rhys answered, plucking a piece of lint from his coat. “If my sources are right, I believe you are y/n, sister of Bryaxis.”

“That I am,” the voice answered. “Why are you here? No one ever dares come here.”

Those words might’ve seemed like a threat, but her tone was light, curious.

“We’ve come to beg a boon,” Rhysand answered honestly. “There is another Death God who threatens war. We have been unable to stop his efforts.”

“Nobody has ever asked for my help before,” the voice said back in that same curious tone. “And what of Bryaxis. Will they help as well?”

“Bryaxis…Bryaxis was freed by my High Lady. We have been unable to find them.”

A step in the darkness. Another. Light footsteps came closer and closer to the edge of the cave. Azriel’s heart rate picked up, his hand falling to truth-teller. Cassian’s face was white and he looked ready to flee.

“You are afraid.”

It was not a question. Just a statement. But Rhysand answered it like it was.

“Bryaxis is made of nightmares,” he explained. “Something so terrifying to us. Perhaps you do not see it the same way but I imagine you are much the same and that is why we are…nervous.”

A laugh. A light, lilting laugh. Something sparked in Azriel’s chest.

“Me and Bryaxis are not made of the same thing, but opposite. A balance for our world,” the voice said. “Bryaxis is made of nightmares but I am made of dreams.

“Then why do you hide in the shadows?” The question came out of Azriel’s mouth before he even realized he was speaking. He could see his own shadows now, twirling in the darkness as if they were home.

“When we were captured, Bryaxis caused them fear so they were locked below the earth.” Her voice was sadder now, more serious and Azriel found himself hating that. “But I-I caused them…something different than fear. So they kept me locked in their bed chambers for decades, centuries, until I was able to escape. But then I learned those that did not desire me, feared me instead for the same reason. I was either caged or hunted. That is why I hide here.”

A shiver ran down Azriel’s spine. His face hardened at what she was implying. The fae who had captured the two Gods had locked one beneath the library and had used the other for…He felt sick to his stomach.

“If you are to help us,” Rhysand spoke, “I can promise you that we have no intention of keeping you locked up at all.”

“I do not trust the fae. Bind your words to magic and perhaps I will help you in return.”

“What is it that you want from us?”

It was silent for a moment, as if she were pondering.

“A place to stay. A place to live. Somewhere safe from being hunted or kept as a prisoner. A chance to live in this world, outside of this cave. To get to experience all that you do. That is what I wish for.”

Azriel knew that wish. Knew it all too well. For it was one he had for years while being locked in his father’s dungeon. So maybe that is why he found himself stepping closer to the cave, found himself unafraid of the darkness that had captured his own shadows.

Maybe that was why those words slipped out of his mouth before he could think of the repercussions, before he could be held back by one of his brothers.

“I will promise you that, y/n. I will promise you the opportunity to experience life outside of this cage, outside of the darkness.”

He could feel the heavy stares from his brothers on his back but he didn’t turn around, didn’t look anywhere but that darkness, even though he felt so exposed without his shadows.

Another footstep.

And another.

Until a figure began to emerge from the darkness, finally stepping into the light.

Azriel’s breathed hitched, his eyes widening in surprise. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it hadn’t been this.

Because before him now stood the most beautiful female he had ever seen. The type of beauty only a Goddess could possess. The type of beauty that had his head spinning, had his heart palpitating in his chest.

She smiled and he felt the whole world pause in that moment. It was a sight that would bring any male to his knees. A sight that could start wars.

She held out a small, delicate hand.

“Then I will help you, shadowsinger,” she said.

He mindlessly took her hand in his, shaking it as the sting of magic burned on both of their skin forming a bargain tattoo on the inner wrist. He looked down at it to see what the magic had created out of their promise to each other.

Swirls of shadows with a small lunar moth emerging at the end. A creature that sought light, finally leaving the darkness.

When he met her eyes again, those beautiful expressive eyes, he stumbled back a step. Stumbled as a golden thread unwound itself in his chest and pierced straight through the universe to the female standing before him.

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The battle lasted thirty-seven days. Koschei was defeated, the females he had spelled were freed. Beron had been exposed for helping him and was killed by Eris finally, bringing a new leader to Autumn.

And things were finally at peace.

“What are these again?”

Your index finger poked at the spongy thing on your plate. It smelled sweet, good. And it was warm to the touch. You glanced up to see the shadowsinger watching you, amused.

“Those are pancakes,” Azriel answered with a chuckle.

“Pancakes,” you repeated, slowly, testing the word on your tongue. “I thought cakes were desserts. Not breakfast.”

“They are a bit different from cake. Made in a pan instead of baked in the oven, hence the name,” Azriel explained.

You hummed in response, taking a bite out of one of the pancakes. “Hm, just as sweet as cake.”

“I might’ve added a bit more sugar than normal to them,” Azriel said, rubbing the back of his neck. “To satisfy that raging sweet tooth of yours.”

Your cheeks heated, that ticklish feeling in your stomach came again. A feeling you had never felt before this month and still had yet to make sense of. It made something in your chest ache when you looked at Azriel.

“You made these?”

Azriel nodded. “Someone slept through breakfast with the others.”

Your cheeks turned even redder.

“You should’ve woken me up,” you muttered before stuffing more bits of pancake into your mouth.

“You deserve to rest, y/n.” Azriel was still watching you with that little glint in his eyes. “After everything, you deserve to rest.”

Since coming to Velaris to help with Koschei, Azriel had been the one to show you around, to help you learn the customs of the fae. He had so much patience for you and your endless amounts of questions.

The others had helped you as well, had welcomed you into their home with open arms, but there was just something special about Azriel. You felt some sort of pull towards him. As if the darkness inside of you called to his.

He was beautiful, more than any God or male you’d ever seen before. And beneath his icy exterior, he was sweet and kind. Thoughtful. Witty.

You enjoyed being with the others but you preferred times like this, when it was just the two of you. He was less shy, more at ease, when it was just you. And something about that made you happy.

Seeing him smile, even when it was just the faintest expression, brought you joy like you’ve never felt before.

And Gods, he brought out so many emotions you had not felt in a very long time, some you hadn’t even known you could feel. You had begun to crave his presence. Desire it. You wondered if he felt the same.

“Did you still want to come with me to the city today?”

Azriel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. That’s right, Azriel had cryptically told you he needed to pick something up from Velaris today. When you had asked him what he was getting, he had refused to answer.

“Yes, I would like to.”

“We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready.”

An hour later, you found yourself in Azriel’s arms, flying down to the city. Your heart was pounding in your chest at how closely he held you, like he was afraid you’d suddenly fall from his arms. You kept your own arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

You still remembered the few hours after the last battle. The showdown with Koschei had left you depleted, covered in wounds, but otherwise okay. Still, Azriel had burst into your tent with panicked eyes and only seemed to be calmed when you had let him tend to you like a mother hen.

You didn’t know what to make of his behavior. But you did know that being in his arms made you feel safe.

“Can we get more of those honey mooncakes on the way back?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the ticklish feeling in your stomach again.

Azriel laughed, his chest rumbling against your body as he tightened his grip on you. “That sweet tooth of yours really is insatiable.”

“I didn’t get to finish mine from last time,” you said in defense for yourself. “Cassian got to them before me!”

“Well, next time tell Cassian to go get his own,” Azriel said. His breath ghosted against the tip of your ear, causing a trail of goosebumps on your skin. “I buy them for you, not him.”

Once again, you found yourself with red cheeks and a swelling heart. Ever since he had discovered your sweet tooth, Azriel had a habit of leaving sweet treats out for you. At first, he found it hilarious that a Death Goddess craved pastries of all things. But now he found it just downright adorable.

When the two of you returned to the House of Wind, you found Feyre and Mor waiting for you. You barely got out a small goodbye to Azriel before they were pulling you away, telling you it was time to start getting ready for the night.

Tonight was Starfall. Something you hadn’t seen in centuries. The girls helped you get ready as day turned to dusk and finally night.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” Mor giggled, leading all of you out of the room and up to the main balcony. You could already hear the crowd and the music.

You felt nervous as you reached the top, your eyes instantly darting around to find that one person you were always looking for these days.

Azriel stood with Rhysand and Cassian, dressed in all black, finely tailored pants and a matching coat. He looked handsome, yet still beautifully lethal. The darkness and light bounced off the elegant planes of his face, causing his hazel eyes to glow golden.

When he caught sight of you, those eyes widened and you felt them roam your entire body. You’d always hated being looked at in such a way, but not with Azriel. Never with him.

In fact, you found yourself getting heated under his stare.

Rhysand and Cassian moved to their respective mates, leaving you to greet Azriel alone. He took your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You are stunning,” he whispered. “Absolutely stunning. Happy Starfall.”

You blushed. “Thank you.”

Azriel gave you a rare smile that had your heart pounding. You peered at the crowd, watching the faeries enjoying their evening. Azriel stood with you, his fingers brushing against yours in a comforting gesture. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of crowds, not when your presence was met with so many stares of both fear and desire.

“What are they doing?” You looked at the crowd of faeries that seemed to all be paired off, moving to the music from the band.

Azriel’s lips twitched, like they always did when you asked him a question like this. “They’re dancing.”

“Dancing,” you repeated. The word sounded familiar, like something you had known in a past life. You had spent so many years in that cave, you had turned into a mere shadow of who you used to be.

“Would you like to dance?”

Azriel had turned to look down at you, running a hand through his hair. His shadows curled around his wings.

“I don’t think I know how,” you whispered.

He held out his hand to you. “That’s alright. You can follow me lead.”

You bit your lip but decided to take his hand. He had promised you a chance of experiencing the world as it should be. He hadn’t led you astray yet.

He pulled you to the dance floor and you mimicked the other pairs, keeping one hand in his and placing the other on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist, yanking you closer to him.

The music started up again and Azriel began to lead you through the dance. It was easier than you thought it would be or perhaps he was just a good lead. Still, it wasn’t long before you were smiling and being twirled around in his arms.

You danced like that for a while, basking in the feeling. The soft music, the laughter, the gentle faelights above you. You had never felt so alive. And it was all thanks to the male who held you in his arms.

A slower song came on, some pairs leaving the dance floor. You looked around in question until you realized the pairs who had remained held a more intimate position. You copied them, placing your arms around Azriel’s neck.

Both of his arms wrapped around you now, resting on your lower back.

“Is this okay?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

You nodded, letting him drag you even closer until your bodies were pressed together. The dress you were wearing was thin and you could feel all of him through it. His hard chest, his sculpted muscles.

Azriel swallowed audibly, swaying you gently to the music. You laid your head on his chest, letting him rest his chin on top of your head. Every inch of you that touched him was on fire.

You closed your eyes for a moment, just letting yourself feel this, embrace it. You’d never felt like this before. So warm and light. It felt like it was just you and him that existed.

That is until you opened your eyes. You suddenly felt overwhelmed as you noticed lingering stares. A lot of them. You felt uncomfortable under the weight of them.

“What’s wrong?”

Azriel had some sort of sixth sense when it came to you. He always seemed to know what you were feeling before you said anything.

“Everyone’s looking at me,” you muttered under your breath, staring up at him.

He raised his head, looking around with narrowed eyes. That caused most of them to look away, not wanting to risk the shadowsinger’s wrath.

“Come on,” Azriel whispered. “I know somewhere we can go that’s more private.”

He enveloped you in his shadows until you were stepping out of the darkness and into a rounded alcove somewhere else on the balcony. Vines dangled down from the roof, trailing down the pillars holding it up.

You stepped forward, placing your hands against the stone railing. You could see the crowd below, the one you had just been in. Still hear the music and still see the night sky. You turned to face Azriel.

“Thank you,” you said. “I-I just hate it when they stare. Like I’m some weird creature.”

Azriel stalked forward until he was right in front of you, so close you had to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.

“They don’t stare at you because they think you’re weird,” Azriel replied. “They stare at you because you are beautiful.”

His hand rose and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skipped a beat. Your mouth parted to say something but a roar of cheers cut you off. You whirled around to see thousands and thousands of stars beginning to soar through the sky.

Your mouth dropped open. It was more beautiful than you remembered. The stars kept falling and falling, like cascading fireworks. So bright and breathtaking. You couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped your mouth, standing on your tippy toes to lean over the balcony as if you’d be able to reach the stars.

An arm circled your waist and Azriel’s front was pressed against your back as he held onto you.

“Careful,” he whispered in your ear, scared you were going to tip right over the edge and fall down the steep mountain.

“So beautiful,” you murmured, staring up at the stars. “Oh, it’s so much better than I remembered it from all those years ago.”

“It never stops amazing me,” Azriel said. “No matter how many times I watch it.”

You both watched in silence for a little longer, letting the music and laughter and cheers fill the space. Eventually, you turned in his arms, now pressed against the railing.

“Thank you,” you said again, “for bringing me here.”

“Anything for you,” Azriel whispered, raising a hand to rest on your cheek. His eyes were filled with a reverence that stole your breath away.

A brush of magic zipped by in the air and you gasped, raising up your wrist. The tattoo was gone. The bargain had been fulfilled. You had defeated Koschei and Azriel had given you the opportunity to live a life more than you had dreamed. That chance at life was in your hands now.

“The tattoo is gone,” you said, grasping his arm and pulling back his sleeve.

Your eyes widened to see his tattoo still there. The lunar moth emerging from the swirls of shadow.

“Wha—”

“I got it tattooed,” Azriel cut in. “Permanently.”

You glanced up at him in question. “Why?”

“Because I always want a reminder of what I promised you,” he said, his thumb stroking your cheek. “What I still promise you, y/n. A life worth living. I want to continue showing you the world, to be there when you experience new things.”

You were speechless. Completely, utterly speechless.

No one had ever shown such devotion to you, such care and love. Your heart swelled up, your chest ached.

“Azriel,” you stuttered out. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied. “I was trapped in the darkness once too. I know what that’s like and I never want you to fall back into it. I don’t need anything from you, just the chance to be there with you while you learn, while you feel.”

Something was building inside of you, building and building until it was ready to break out. You rubbed at your chest, at the unusual feeling.

“I feel this…I feel this thing inside,” You said, gesturing to your chest. “Do you know what this is? Do you know why I feel this way?”

Azriel grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, in the exact same spot yours ached.

“It is the mating bond,” Azriel answered, softly. “I feel it too. Right here. I have since the day I met you.”

His shadows swirled around like they had been waiting for this. You felt your own darkness rise in response until the two had joined together, watching together from the dark crevices.

“A mating bond,” you repeated.

Something snapped the moment you said it out loud. As if a question you had been asking your whole life had finally been answered. A gold thread was woven between the two of you, a beacon of light in the darkness. A place for that moth to call home.

You gasped looking back up at Azriel. Now that you recognized the bond, it grew more taut. You stumbled closer to him, fisting his coat in your hands.

“A mate,” you whispered. “You're my mate. I..I didn’t even know Gods could have mates.”

“Say it again.” Azriel’s voice was as dark as the shadows. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Huh?”

“Say it. Say that I’m your mate again.”

“You’re my mate,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. “My mate.”

A quiet whine came from the back of Azriel’s throat that sent heat between your legs. Your eyes widened. A muscle in his jaw clenched. The air around you was charged and you felt like you had been set on fire.

“And you are mine,” Azriel growled. “My mate.”

His possessive tone only made that heat grow. Your lips parted, a small breath leaving your lungs. His eyes glanced down to your lips, hungrily. You gave him the smallest dip of the head, the permission he was waiting for.

Azriel surged forward and crashed his lips against yours. You stumbled, your backside hitting the stone railing behind you. You met his vigor with your own.

His lips were soft and warm. And his kiss felt like heaven and hell all mixed in one.

He groaned as you deepened the kiss, tilting your head back to give him more access. You yanked him closer, wanting to feel him everywhere. You never craved someone as much as you craved him.

His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you opened for him, letting him claim your mouth. His scent was intoxicating, he tasted like pure sin. You could drown yourself in him.

Your hands trailed up from his chest to circle around his neck. His own hands were holding you by the waist, pulling your hips into his. They traveled down your thighs until he was lifting you up, seating you on the stone railing, never pulled away from your kiss.

You parted your legs, letting Azriel step even closer as he finally pulled away, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You whimpered at the feeling of his canines grazing the sensitive skin.

His nose traced the column of your throat before he rested his forehead against yours. You were both panting, both completely lost within each other.

“Wait,” Azriel breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. “I got you something. I don’t want to forget to give it to you.”

Because he would. He would forget his own name as long as the sweet scent of your arousal filled the air. Would forget the whole world existed if you kept staring at him like you were.

He pulled a small black box from his pocket, handing it over to you.

You opened it, gasping at the beautiful ring displayed inside. It was made of gold with a mesmerizing amethyst gem in the shape of a teardrop, accentuated by crescent moons on both sides and tiny stars.

“Azriel,” you breathed out. “This is beautiful.”

A small smile ghosted his lips.

“May I?”

You held out your hand and he pulled the ring out of the box before sliding it onto your ring finger. It was the perfect fit. You admired it, twisting it under the faelights to see the gem glow.

“It’s perfect,” you sighed.

“I had it made just for you,” Azriel said. “It’s what I had to pick up in the city today.”

“I-I really don’t know what to say, Azriel.”

Azriel rested his forehead against yours. “Just say it again. Tell me you feel this too. I’ve been searching for you for over five hundred years now and I just need to hear you say it. Again and again. Until I can wrap my head around it. Until I realize I’m not dreaming.”

You smiled, lifting up to press a small kiss against his lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words, at the realization of why exactly the bargain had been fulfilled. You had asked for someplace to be safe, for a home, a chance to live. Azriel was giving you all of that and more.

“You are my mate. And I am yours,” you murmured against his lips. You pulled back to look him in the eyes. “All I’ve ever wanted was to find somewhere to call home. Being with you, being in your arms—that feels like home to me, Azriel. The one I’ve been looking for my whole life.”

Azriel’s eyes searched yours, as if he was trying to find the lie in your words. But there was none. Of course there was none. You were falling in love with him.

“Does this mean you want it?”

“It means I want you. I want all of you, everything.”

Azriel smiled and the sight nearly blew you away. You giggled as he held you close to him, buried his face in the crook of your neck. He kissed your throat once, twice.

“Then I think we’re due for a long vacation,” he murmured against your skin.

You knew what he was referring to. The frenzy that would come with this. Just that thought alone caused a tantalizing ache between your thighs.

“I think so too,” you whispered back as Azriel pressed kisses up your neck and jaw.

He held your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your skin as he stared into your eyes. His gaze was filled with so much promise, so much love. And then he kissed you again and everything felt right in the world. You were home.

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shadowdaddies · 2 years ago

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Could you do the classic (in my opinion lol) “if I catch you, I fuck you scenario” with Rhys in Hewn city? I just know this man would have the time of his life teasing and chasing you through the halls.

it’s a classic for a reason 😎 I like the idea of doing this with Rhys bc he would make it interesting with his daemati abilities. This was fun to write, thank you anon

Hide and Seek

Rhys x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, predator/prey, light bondage, rough sex, minors dni or I'll send Bryaxis to live under your bed

You took a deep breath to try to settle your nerves as you set off down the avenue. You and Rhys had a bet: he gave you a ten minute head start once you arrived in Hewn City, and then he had ten minutes to find you. If Rhys found you within the ten minutes, he’d fuck you wherever he found you.

You were running through the dark walkways as you scanned for any place to hide. With the silver bobbing faelights reflecting against the dark stone of the mountain, it was proving difficult to find a place in the open that you wouldn’t be easily seen. You snuck into the castle, pausing for a moment at the doors to the throne room. No, that would be too obvious. You continued on, becoming breathless and disoriented as you took in the dark artworks of beasts surrounding you. You stopped at the intersection of two hallways, trying to determine if the statue of the great, scaled black beast would be an adequate hiding spot. You turned around; which direction had you just come from?

“Darling, your ten minutes are up. The hunt begins now,” Rhys’s voice purred in your mind. You panicked, questioning everything as you ran down the nearest hallway. What were you thinking, going into his own castle to hide from him? You opened the first set of doors you found, and quietly slipped into the room. You immediately realized you were in the council chambers. With the exception of the same beastly pillars from the castle halls and the large blacked-out glass table in the center of the room, there was no place to hide. Rhys’s voiced again echoed in your mind, “I can scent you, my love. Have you been lurking around our castle?”

There was no option to go back into the hallways now, where Rhys would surely find you. You decided your best bet would be to hide under the table, where your reflection was at least hidden, and wait him out. “Not in the throne room, I see. What a shame, you do know how I love to take you on the dais,” Rhys taunted as he flashed memories in your mind of him fucking you on the floor, over the throne, against the pillars; you watching your reflection in the obsidian walls of the room. A shiver made its way up your spine as you were overcome with a wave of arousal.

You heard slow, measured footsteps nearing the doors of the chambers, too close for your liking. Before you could devise an escape plan, however, the room went black. You suddenly felt like you were floating, suspended among the stars. You basked in the peacefulness of the sensation for a moment, until you felt hands grab around your ankles and pull. You screamed as your surroundings came back into focus. You were back on the floor of the council chambers, Rhys on his hands and knees above you, caging you in as he gave you a feline smirk of amusement. “Five minutes and twelve seconds, darling,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle, Rhys slowly massaging your tongue with his own as he poured love down the bond to you. You moaned and arched into his touch, causing a smile to form on his lips. He sat up, pulling you with him by your waist as he stood in front of the table and sat you down atop it. He stepped back to assess you, a predator sizing up his captured prey. You squirmed under his powerful stare, anticipation building in your core at what was to come.

With a flourish of his hand, you were completely bare before him, to cold air of the room causing you to shiver, and you felt your warm arousal seep onto the table between your legs. Rhys noticed it too, locking in on your center with a feral intensity. He swallowed, licking his lips as he removed the belt from his pants. “Your wrists, darling,” Rhys purred at you, nodding his head towards your hands that were resting against the table. You lifted them up together for him, knowing what was coming next. He wrapped his belt around your wrists, securing them snugly together before lifting them above your head. “Keep these up here while I enjoy my reward, love,” he whispered as his eyes roved over your exposed body once more.

He laid you back against the table, pulling you forward to where your legs were hanging over the edge. Rhys ran his hands in teasing circles up your legs, getting close to your center before dragging them away and further up your body, earning a frustrated huff from you. He chuckled, enjoying your obvious need for him. He continued roaming over your body with his fingertips, pausing to flick each of your nipples harshly as you moaned, desperate for more of his touch. Rhys continued to admire your body, kissing and sucking to leave marks all over your torso. You were writhing underneath him, dripping all over the table when you snapped, “gods, please just fuck me Rhys!”

Rhys promptly stood up, arching an eyebrow at you with an expression of pure amusement. “Impatient, are we love? The fifteen minutes it took me to get to you was too much?” he cooed with fake sympathy as he towered over your form. “I won’t be gentle, darling,” he said, looking in your eyes as one hand idly stroked your hip. You found yourself feeling overheated despite the frigid temperature in the room, begging, “I don’t want gentle. I need you now, Rhys.”

“Well, who am I to deny my High Lady of her requests?” Rhys hummed as his clothes disappeared. He wasted no time lining himself up at your entrance. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he growled, swiping his free hand under his length to swipe your excess arousal from the table and sucking it into his mouth. He moaned at the taste of you, and something snapped inside of him. He moved both of his hands to your hips and pushed himself fully into you, immediately starting to pound at a relentless pace. The sounds of your collective moans and skin against skin echoed through the stone of the castle. “Fuck, harder Rhys,” you whined, wanting to have him as deep inside of you as possible. Wanting to be consumed by him. He grunted, flipping you over on your stomach so you were bent over the table, his hand wrapping your hair around one fist while he brought the other down to rub your clit. You reached your orgasm almost immediately as you screamed his name, clenching around his cock as he continued pounding into you.

After a few moments, Rhys ground out that he was close to finishing. You felt him twitch inside of you just as the glass table cracked beneath you and split in two. Rhys quickly hauled you up by your chest before you could fall, slipping out of you as his release spilled over your back. You both stood in silent shock for a moment before you turned to look at Rhys, and both of you burst out laughing.

Running a hand through his hair and chuckling, Rhys consoled, “well, that table was older than I am. I guess it’s time we redecorated.” You gave him a mischievous smile as you leaned up to kiss his cheek and said, “maybe something more sturdy to fuck on next time.”

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 27 days ago

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A Song of Ice & Shadow

Part 22

You can read previous chapters here.

Summary: Y/n and Azriel fight Autumn Court soldiers, arguing through most of it. Later, Y/n sets foot in Hewn City for the first time.

WC: 4.3K.

“So this place is just left untended?” Y/n asked as they continued searching for the mask, her eyes scanning the eerie surroundings.

“It lies under no High Lord’s jurisdiction. It’s long been the dumping ground for the unwanted,” Cassian replied, his voice grim as he kept his hand near his blade.

“Imagine ruling over all these creatures,” Y/n murmured, more to herself than to anyone. “The power you’d have.”

“You’re starting to scare me,” Cassian muttered, glancing at her sideways.

“Good.” She threw a sharp grin over her shoulder, then glanced back to see Azriel still focused on their surroundings, his expression unreadable as always. He hadn’t said much since they arrived. Y/n slowed her pace to fall in step beside him, while Nesta and Cassian stayed a few paces ahead, still discussing what kind of creatures might dwell there.

“You’ve been surprisingly quiet,” she noted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she eyed him.

“Am I not always?” he asked, his gaze remained fixed on the path ahead.

“Not around me,” she said, trying to catch his eyes.

“I tend to be quiet when I’m focused on a mission.” His tone was even, but there was a certain edge to it.

“I see.” She tilted her head, studying his profile. “Does this place require all your attention? Is it that dangerous?”

“It is. And the fact that you fail to see that is something I still don’t understand.” He finally glanced at her, brows furrowed.

“I don’t know,” she admitted with a shrug. “But if anything, I feel a strange sense of ease in this place.”

Azriel’s steps slowed as he turned to her fully, a sharpness flashing across his features. “Are you serious?” He wasn’t entirely sure if she was joking again.

“I am.” She looked around the misty expanse. “It’s weirdly relaxing. I feel like it’s been calling out to me for a while.”

“Y/n,” he said carefully, the tension in his shoulders rising. “I don’t think you being here is a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because somehow you’re drawn to this place, and I don’t know what that means.” He scanned the thick mist curling around them. “This place is dangerous. It’s full of darkness.”

“I suppose you are right.” Her voice quieted, a thoughtful edge to it. “This isn’t the first time it’s happened.”

“What?” Azriel’s eyes sharpened as he turned toward her fully again.

She turned to look ahead for Cassian, to ask him about Bryaxis, but in all that swirling mist, she couldn’t see him. “Wait… where are Nesta and your brother?”

Just as Azriel pivoted to check, an ash bolt sliced through the air, heading straight for Y/n. In an instant, he lunged, pushing her out of the way. The bolt tore into his wing with a sickening hiss.

“Get back!” Azriel ordered through gritted teeth, his voice harsh as he positioned himself between her and the threat.

Dozens of Autumn Court soldiers stepped out of the mist, weapons drawn. And Cassian was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck,” Y/n breathed, her voice slightly shaky, this time laced with genuine fear, not for herself, but for Azriel. The ash bolt was already draining his power; she could see it in the grim set of his jaw.

“The hell did you do that for?” Y/n snapped, rounding on him with fire in her eyes.

“It was aimed at your fucking heart, what was I supposed to do?” Azriel barked back, cursing in front of her for the first time. He winced as he shifted, adjusting his stance.

Y/n unsheathed the sword from her back, tore a strip off her shirt, and wrapped it tightly around her palm where she gripped the hilt, locking it in place.

“What are you doing?” Azriel asked, his voice tight with pain.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she countered, glaring at him.

“There’s no convincing you to set this one out, is there?” he sighed, frustration flickering across his face.

“Does it look like it?” she shot back, chin lifting defiantly.

“No,” he admitted with a tired exhale. “So…we do this just like we practiced.”

“I’d have you remember we didn’t practice with swords,” she muttered. “Let’s just hope we get out of here in one piece.”

Azriel’s power was nearly depleted as he dropped the faint protective shield surrounding them. Though short lived, it brought them a few precious seconds.

“You go left, I’ll take right,” Y/n instructed, adjusting her grip on the sword.

Before Azriel could reply, the soldiers charged.

One of the soldiers had fire powers and tried to incinerate Azriel with a ball of fire. Although Y/n was busy fending off her own attackers, she caught a glimpse of the soldier raising his hand.

“Not on my watch,” she spat, eyes narrowing as she instinctively hurled her own ball of ice to counter it. The two elements collided with a hiss.

But losing focus cost her. One of the soldiers lunged, driving a blade into her shoulder. Pain shot through her, sharp and hot, and she let out a strangled gasp. If it hadn’t been for Azriel’s shout telling her to watch out, it might have gone straight through her heart. That was the second time in less than ten minutes that he’d saved her life.

Luckily, the blade wasn’t laced with faebane or made of ash.

“Do not get distracted. Focus on your opponents,” Azriel barked without glancing at her, spinning with deadly precision as he fought off multiple soldiers.

“If I didn’t, you’d be ash by now,” she snapped, gritting her teeth as she pivoted to block another blow with her good arm.

“And if I didn’t just warn you, that blade would’ve been in your heart.”

The same soldier readied a flaming strike. And since Y/n’s attention had shifted back to the soldiers she was fighting, she didn’t notice him this time. The flame nearly hit Azriel, but he dodged at the last second.

“He’s a problem. Get rid of him,” Y/n shouted, her voice strained through the pain.

“I’m a little busy here,” Azriel replied, frustration seeping through his voice as he parried two swords at once.

“Just throw one of your daggers at him. My aim isn’t that good.”

“It’s easier said than done. I don’t have a free hand at the moment,” he growled.

At least he had two working arms. Y/n could barely lift her left one anymore, every movement sent white-hot pain racing through her shoulder, the blade still embedded slicing deeper with each jolt.

They were arguing in the middle of a life-threatening fight, their attention more on each other than the soldiers rapidly closing in, but so was their frustration.

“There’s something wrong with them,” Y/n remarked breathlessly, parrying a blow and staggering slightly. “They’re fighting like rabid dogs. No aim, no nothing. Just bloodlust. Which means killing them should be easy- easier.”

“Does this look easy to you?” Azriel bit out, deflecting a strike that nearly took his head off.

“No, but if they were in their right mind, I’d be dead by now,” she countered. “Besides, I’m not a trained warrior, you are. It shouldn’t be that hard.”

“You did not just say that-” he started, slicing down another soldier mid-sentence.

Y/n gritted her teeth, blood trickling down her arm. She conjured her ice again, the magic crackling through her fingers and racing up to her blade. The sword hissed as it froze, the ice then crawling up the body of the soldier she struck. He fell with a crunch, encased in a thick layer of frost.

Another attacker charged. Y/n raised both hands, her bound sword in one, as she fired a barrage of sharp ice shards. They pierced his skin, and he collapsed in a graceless heap at her feet. The pain was momentarily forgotten, lost to the adrenaline pumping through her body.

Then she felt it, that hollow, searing pain as the rush began to fade. Her arm throbbed, and blood gushed down her side from the movement, splattering the already-tarnished earth.

Just as the fire-wielding soldier gathered another blast aimed for Azriel, Y/n stumbled forward and drove her blade into his back. He let out a sharp cry, then crumpled.

“Get down!” Azriel shouted suddenly.

Y/n turned, sluggish, too slow. Another soldier lunged, blade raised, about to end her life. But before he could strike, a form emerged from the sky.

Cassian landed hard, the ground trembling beneath his weight as he drove his blade into the soldier’s skull, blood splattering all over Y/n’s face. The body dropped instantly.

“Took you long enough,” Y/n gritted out, panting.

Cassian looked at the carnage, impressed. “You seemed to hold your own just fine. What did I miss?”

“Nothing important,” she said dryly. “Just your brother getting shot with an ash bolt and me acquiring a silly little blade in my shoulder. Other than that, we’re perfectly fine.”

Cassian gave a low whistle. “I take it back. I’ve been gone ten minutes and you two almost died. What would you do without me?” Cassian winked at her, then turned back, unleashing himself on the remaining soldiers and finishing them off effortlessly.

By the end, only two soldiers were kept alive.

Azriel immediately went to check on Y/n once the bloodshed was over. His wing was bleeding, a steady stream running down as he ripped out the ash bolt with a clenched jaw.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his haze sweeping over her for any signs of further injury beyond the obvious blade still lodged in her shoulder.

“I’m fine, but this hurts like a fucking bitch,” Y/n bit out, wincing as she clutched at her arm.

Azriel blinked, slightly thrown by how much that woman swore.

“Hold still,” he murmured, kneeling beside her. With one swift but careful motion, trying to be as gentle as possible, he pulled the blade free. She groaned through gritted teeth, and he winced at the sound.

“Fucking hell,” she hissed, sagging slightly. If she were still human, him removing that blade could’ve killed her; it had clearly struck an artery. But as High Fae, and because of the wound’s size and location, the artery would close on its own quickly. She’d heal soon enough, though not without pain.

“Where did you and your sister learn to curse like that?” Cassian asked as he finished binding the two surviving soldiers, glancing over at her with mock disapproval.

“That’s what you’re concerned about?” Y/n shot him a withering look, sweat clinging to her brow.

“You were reckless today,” Azriel chided, his tone clipped and cold.

“And if I wasn’t, you’d be dead,” she retorted without missing a beat.

“If Cassian hadn’t shown up the minute he did, you would’ve died,” Azriel shot back. “Along with all other near-misses you managed to dodge just in time.” He gestured toward the gash in her shoulder. “You didn’t even manage to evade this one.”

She met his gaze evenly. “Are you mad because I got injured?”

“I’m not mad,” he replied, his voice flat and quiet, his jaw ticking. “I’m just disappointed. I thought you’d at least take this more seriously and focus on the soldiers coming at you. If this were a real battle, you’d be long dead.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, lips curling into a cold smile. “Says you. The trained Illyrian warrior who got injured, couldn’t use his magic, and nearly got roasted alive because he was too focused!”

Azriel’s wings twitched slightly. “I couldn’t use my power because I took an arrow for you!”

“No one told you to do that,” she snapped, stepping closer, her voice rising with each word.

“Was I supposed to let you die then?”

She let out a harsh laugh. “If it would’ve stopped you from blaming and yelling at me, then yes.”

“I’ve never seen you two go head to head like this. It’s a sight to behold,” Cassian interjected, attempting to cut through the tension with a crooked grin.

“Shut up,” they said in unison.

Azriel exhaled slowly, raking a hand through his blood-matted hair, grounding himself before glancing back at her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. You actually did…really well, considering this is your first real, official fight.” His voice had softened now, and something shifted in his gaze, no longer anger, but quiet concern. “Are you injured anywhere else?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged a little, the adrenaline ebbing. “No. Just some small cuts and bruises.” She flexed her fingers stiffly. “And I’m pretty sure I’m going to ache in every muscle tomorrow.”

“Now, if you don’t mind,” Cassian cut in, “we should get Nesta and get the hell out of here.”

“You left my sister alone?” Y/n’s eyes narrowed as the realization hit.

“Don’t come at me,” Cassian replied quickly, backing up a step. “She practically begged me to help you.”

“Oh, right. Because you so listen to whatever my sister tells you to do,” Y/n barked.

“It’s-”

“What are you waiting for? Go get her. We’ll be right behind you,” she ordered, voice sharp. And although Cassian opened his mouth to respond, he thought better of it and took to the sky without another word.

Y/n groaned again as she tried to lift her arm. “This hurts like hell. How do you do it?”

“Do what?” Azriel asked, collecting his blades, his gaze briefly flicking to her.

“Push through the pain. You two make it look less painful, like it’s nothing.”

“I suppose you get used to it with time. And it still hurts,” he admitted, sheathing another blade. “You just get stronger. Focus on the battle ahead, and by the time it’s over, there are usually healers waiting.” He glanced at her again, concern softening his voice again. “Does it hurt that much?”

“Yes. A blade literally went through my flesh, my muscles. Luckily not near the bone, that would’ve been a nightmare.”

“You didn’t seem to feel that much pain last time, when-” Azriel paused, catching himself too late. Regret flickered across his features.

The last time she’d been stabbed, how could she have even focused on or registered the pain? Both her fathers had died right in front of her. Nesta and Cassian were about to die too, if she hadn’t interfered. Even though he wasn’t there to witness it himself, one of his shadows had always been there with her, watching her.

Y/n stiffened. “Last time, I didn’t have the chance to feel anything,” she said quietly. “However, I was dying. And I felt it…the power leaving my body as I-” Her voice faltered, and she flinched at the memory.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his voice soft. “I didn’t mean to bring up the past.”

“Let’s just get my sister and leave.”

Without another word, Azriel wrapped the two soldiers in shadows to conceal them before reaching for her and winnowing them after Cassian. When they arrived, Nesta was nowhere in sight, and Cassian was waist-deep in the water, frantically searching.

“Where the fuck is my sister? Panic laced her voice as she strode toward the lake. But before she could dive in, Azriel caught her wrist.

“Y/n, it’s too dangerous. You don’t know what’s lurking underwater,” he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing, his grip firm but not forceful.

She glared at him. “I don’t see you saying the same to your brother. Nothing will stop me from finding my sister.” She yanked her wrist free and stepped into the water until it reached her waist.

“The mask is here,” she remarked, eyes narrowing on a spot in the lake. Her voice sounded far away, almost distant. The two Illyrians exchanged a glance as Y/n remained fixated.

“I can sense it. There.” She tilted her head toward a darkened patch of water, and a moment later, Nesta emerged.

Azriel, who had followed Y/n into the water without hesitation, now stood slightly ahead of her, positioning himself between her and any potential threat. The move was quiet and subtle, but unmistakably protective. He placed himself close enough to shield her, without making his overprotection too obvious.

Nesta didn’t look like herself. She held the severed head of a kelpie, and behind her rose a silent, undead legion, still and waiting. She wasn’t just their commander. She was a commander of death.

Cassian whispered her name. Then he and Azriel bowed.

“Nesta,” Y/n breathed, stepping forward. She tried to move quietly, but the water made her movements sluggish, loud.

“Y/n, don’t,” Azriel warned from behind her now.

She ignored his plea as she kept moving away from him and towards her sister. “Nesta, it’s me. It’s Y/n, your sister.” Her voice trembled, but she didn’t stop.

Azriel’s concern wasn’t with the Queen of Death standing ahead. It was with Y/n, the Queen of Torment. He managed to take a few quick steps, falling into step beside her, ready to act if things turned.

Nesta’s cold, unreadable stare locked on her sister. Then, finally, slowly, she lifted the mask from her face. Just then, her body collapsed. But somehow, Cassian was already moving, reaching her just in time, scooping her from the water and cradling her against his chest.

On the shore, she trembled violently, and Cassian held her tightly, trying to warm her with whatever body heat he could offer.

“Are you alright?” Azriel’s gaze didn’t leave Y/n’s face for a second, not since she had stepped into the water after her sister.

“I’m fine. We need to get Nesta out of here now,” she replied firmly, though her voice trembled just slightly. Her eyes, however, remained locked on her sister’s still form.

But the mask, it kept calling to her. A silent whisper beneath her skin. Despite the pull, she resisted, burying the urge beneath her overwhelming concern for Nesta. Just as her sister fell unconscious, Azriel winnowed all of them out, straight to Rhysand’s palace atop Hewn City.

Rhys went to retrieve the two captured soldiers before placing a protective ward on Nesta’s room. Y/n hadn’t left her side, hadn’t even registered where they were. Her focus remained solely on her unconscious sister.

“Take this far away and ward it the best you can,” Y/n instructed Rhys quietly, her voice tight as her eyes flickered to the mask. She didn’t dare touch it.

“You can feel it?” Rhys asked, brows rising slightly as he turned toward her.

“As you all say, like calls to like,” she replied with a faint, bitter edge. “Nesta managed to take it off. But I’m afraid if I got my hands on it, I wouldn’t be able to do the same.”

Rhys gave a solemn nod, wrapped the mask in a cloth, and left without another word.

—

“You should get that checked,” Cassian said, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as he nodded toward Y/n’s shoulder.

She blinked, momentarily pulled from her thoughts. Her attention had been consumed entirely by Nesta. She’d nearly forgotten about the pain amidst all the chaos, until he reminded her. “Now that you mention it, I can feel it again,” she muttered, shooting him a pointed glare. “Thank you very much.”

“A healer’s been waiting for you for quite a while. You never showed up,” he added, his tone lighter than usual.

“That’s the least of my concerns at the moment.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to Nesta. I promise,” he assured gently, pushing off the frame. “You should rest. I’ll keep watch on her.”

Y/n hesitated, then let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll go. But only because it actually hurts so much I’m starting to see stars.”

Cassian smirked. “I’m glad you’re finally listening to your senses. She’ll still be here tonight. Go.”

After the healer had done her work, easing the wound and soothing the ache that radiated down her arm, Y/n found herself wandering the palace halls. This was the first time she’d ever been to Hewn City.

So far, it wasn’t as terrible as everyone had claimed.

A few males glanced at her as she passed down the street, some with expressions she didn’t like, lingering stares that set her senses on edge, but she kept walking, head high, steps steady.

She found herself before a pair of ancient dungeon doors, tall, heavy, and oddly captivating. Grim and foreboding, yet strangely beautiful in their dark stillness.

It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to go in. And yet, Y/n stepped through without hesitation.

The further she moved inside, the quieter the place became. The air turned cool and stale. She couldn’t sense anyone, not a single Fae presence.

Then she heard it. Low, guttural snarls echoing off stone. The sounds were unfamiliar, but they raised the hairs on her arms. Whatever was down here, it wasn’t friendly.

She followed the growls to a circular pit embedded into the lower level of the dungeon. When she reached the edge, she finally saw them; creatures with claws, scales, and fangs. Beastly things that reeked of ancient magic and caged fury.

At her scent, the growling stopped. They froze, every one of them. Seconds ago, they’d been roaring and snarling. Now, the silence was so deep it rang in her ears.

Something shifted behind her, and she turned to see a staircase leading to the pit’s lower levels. Just as she was about to descend, a figure emerged from the shadows of the steps.

Azriel.

His hands were bloodstained, his expression vacant. He didn’t even notice her standing there at first.

“Shadowsinger?” Y/n’s voice broke the silence. “What are you doing here?”

Azriel startled slightly, looking up as if snapping out of a trance.“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“I asked you first,” she quipped, arms crossing as she eyes the blood on his hands.

Azriel let out a low breath. “This is where I work... Sometimes.”

She tilted her head toward the pit below. “Pretty chill company you keep,” she joked dryly.

“Indeed,” he murmured with a faint, tired chuckle. Then he stepped to the edge of the pit, checking on the creatures.

He frowned. “What have you done? They’re never this quiet.”

They growled again when they saw him. But then Y/n stepped closer, peering into the pit beside him. As her silhouette crossed the threshold, the growling beasts abruptly silenced. They shrank further into the darkness like shadows hiding from flame.

She shrugged casually, her brows rising.

Azriel’s gaze snapped to her, eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you do or say anything to them?”

“No,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I got here minutes ago. But they don’t seem to like me.”

“They don’t like anyone,” he muttered, glancing back at the pit again. “But no one has ever made them go quiet like this.”

He finally turned to face her fully, expression unreadable. “You still haven’t answered my question, what are you doing here?”

“Exploring the city,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Ah yes,” he murmured, a flicker of something fond passing over his face. “You could never resist exploring a new place.”

Her gaze dropped to his bloodied hands. “Is this where you do the torturing?” Her tone was curious, not judgmental.

He nodded, but his eyes didn’t meet hers, almost as if he were ashamed.

“And is that the blood of the two soldiers the General left alive?”

Another nod. Still silent.

Y/n tilted her head slightly. “I would’ve liked to see you work.”

His eyes shot up to meet hers. “That’s never going to happen,” he said flatly, his voice low.

“Why not?”

“Because…” he hesitated, jaw tightening. “I don’t do this for pleasure.”

“Well then,” she said, lips twitching, “maybe you’re not suited for the job.”

Azriel snorted. “I’ve been doing this for centuries.”

“Just because you’ve done something for a long time doesn’t mean you’re suited for it.” She shrugged again.

He arched a brow. “And you think someone else would do a better job?”

“I didn’t say that. I’ve never seen your work. All I’m saying is that I think someone who takes pleasure in this kind of thing might do a better job at it.”

“If you say so. Now let’s get out of here.” He looked one last time at the pit before leading her out.

Once they were out of the dungeon, Y/n glanced over at him. “Did you get the information you needed?”

Azriel shook his head, his expression still unreadable. “No. But I don’t think they’ll talk.”

“I could’ve told you that and spared you the effort. You saw how they were when we fought them. Their mind is not their own.”

He gave a noncommittal grunt, clearly not eager to dwell on it. “How do you like this city?” A change of subject, an obvious one. But Y/n didn’t call him on it.

“I haven’t seen much of it yet,” she replied with a shrug. “But I’ll be off now. I’ll see you at the house later.”

“You’re going to go all alone?” he asked, his brows pulling together slightly.

“Yes, I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think you understand how dangerous this place can be. It’s called the Court of Nightmares for a reason.”

She exhaled sharply, annoyed. “I was doing just fine before I found you. Besides, you seem to forget that I have powers.”

“Ones you cannot fully control yet,” he countered.

Y/n rolled her eyes, sighing with exasperation. She’d had enough of arguing with him for one day. “Would you like to come along then?”

He blinked, taken off guard for a moment at her invitation. Then, he straightened, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I would…but we should rest first. And before you say anything,” he added, stepping forward. “I recall you telling me if I wanted to show you a city, I should do it at night or dusk. So, meet me at sunset, and I’ll show you whatever you want to see,” he offered, a touch of amusement in his voice.

She raised a brow at that, surprised he remembered.

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xbennedx · 4 days ago

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Fair. I wouldn't want anything to fuckin do with us either. But we do have autism. But what's the fuck ever. Everyone hates us so just. Avoid us. Fuck

@xbennedx

i don't think... i want to detect this person...

#bryaxis is fronting

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sidthedollface2 · 1 year ago

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A Crown fit for a God (Part 3)

Pairing: Azriel x Fem Reader

Ch Summary: Elain questions Azriels whereabouts. While Rhys places a target on your back after you seek the help of two other Death Gods.

Azriel touches what does not belong to him and craves more.

word count: 5.6k

Series warnings: 18+ MDNI, attempted SA, angst, hurt/comfort, light smut, war, including injuries, fighting, sign language, no use of y/n, nicknames, magic, greek mythology, pining, jealousy, azriel with other women (sorry), reader with another man (get it friend ; )

A/n: I had the tickle to write smut so I give you crumbs…for now. I'm a daydreamer not a writer so if you see any mistakes that's how I dreamt it. Lol

*quote from the chaos of stars

Khaos was to be one of the many shooting stars that showered the Night Court skies. The Night Court would be celebrating Starfall, their yearly event to star gaze as spirits made their migration. Had she made her destination they would recognize her as one of their own and welcome her with open arms. Except for the first time the Night Court had in possession four instruments of conquest. The harp, mask, crown, and the horn, commonly known as the Dread Trove; Therefore diverting her journey to The Autumn Court.

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Bryaxis roared as he agreed to fight in the war. The reason for the blast; a form of communication, letting you know his end of the bargain was done. A bargain made with the High Lady cementing his plans- your plans. He requested a window below the library to see the sun and stars and most importantly lightning, conjured by you of course. Gods did he enjoy the spectacle, your wrath illuminating the dark sky striking fear and anxiety in peoples bones. The thrill of watching their faces as they waited for that crack of thunder. The sadist in him couldn't wait to be unleashed and bear witness to your fury, cracking of bones and screams in terror. The sweet scent of blood splattered throughout the field. He was giddy with excitement.

Azriel had rushed to the house of wind only to find the inner circle gathered in the sitting area. “Az! I’m so glad you're safe. Feyre and I figured out why the house was so moody.” Elain bounced over to her lover, wrapping her arms around Azriels neck, bringing his mouth to hers in an endearing kiss, running her tongue along the seam of his lips. Azriels arms remained at his sides, as she embraced him. His brows furrowed when she attempted to deepen the kiss.

He had just held you in his arms moments ago, your frame tucked closely within the shelter of his wings. Just the two of you and no one else existed at that moment. Not the flying of splintered bark or decayed leaves from the blast, or the dust, heavy with smoke and mist. He just saw you. Felt the power in your veins, saw the moon and all its stars in your eyes, the ruler of the skies and ruler of his mind.

He already missed the way the stars danced in your eyes as you looked up at him. He wanted to see his shadows dance along glittered starlight, not dirt covered flower beds and baked goods.

Azriel didn’t allow Elain to deepen the kiss, instead he broke apart from her eager mouth and gently pulled her arms from around his neck. “Elain I think we sho–”

“You smell different,” Elain interrupted, sniffing around Azriels chest and neck trying to find the source. “Just stepped on an orange on my way here,” he replied, rubbing the back of his tense neck. Her eyes narrowed, not trusting a single word out of his mouth.

Azriel met Nestas cold glare, a slight shake to her head followed. He was being put on the spot in front of his whole family. Beads of sweat formed along his forehead, wiping his clammy hands along his thighs, he started towards the stairs, “I’m gonna go shower.”

“I’ll join you!” Elain exclaimed, reaching for Azriels hand, intertwining her fingers with his. He silently begged for someone to stop her. To pull her away from what he knew she wanted, what he’s been giving her for the past six months. For anyone to suddenly need her so he could enjoy the scent of your body a little longer. So he could aggressively fist his cock and imagine he was fucking your throat instead.

Slowly Azriel climbed the steps, each step creaked as the wood carried their weight closer to their bedroom. He’d have to imagine it was you instead of her. Your mouth pressed against his lips as he swallowed your moans, hands trailing down your stomach till he reached your wet cunt. Your perfect body pressed against the shower wall as he sheathed himself inside you, taking you over and over and over–

“Azriel? Did you hear me?” It was Cassian that broke his thoughts.

“Sorry, zoned out for a bit. What did you say?”

“Rhys wants to debrief you.” Cassian jerked his head to Rhys' office.

“Now?” Elain whined, “can’t it wait for morning? It’s late.”

“No, he’s right Elain. Better now that it's fresh in my mind.” Azriel didn’t know if he should thank Cassian, the mother or the Gods for sparing him. Elain began to speak again but it was Azriel who seemed to read her thoughts, “don’t wait up,” he finished; releasing her hand that she so tightly held.

Not sparing her a second glance, Azriel followed Cassian to Rhys office, his shoulders more relaxed than before and his shadows seemed to have calmed down. Throwing his arm around Azriels shoulders in brotherly love, Cassian leaned in close and whispered, “you fucken owe me asshole. Now tell me all about her.”

Azriel tried to play it off with a smirk, but a wide smile danced on his lips. He’d get to stroke his cock to the thought of you after all.

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Azriel didn’t sleep in the room he shared with Elain, her once alluring scent now seemed too sweet. Her hands were suddenly too rough from pruning rose thorns and the leftover dirt beneath her nails made him sick.

He knew he needed to find the time to break things off. Cassian had told him that much. It wasn’t fair to lay next to Elain while he dreamed of you. Although Azriel didn’t divulge too much to Cassian about his fantasies, which wasn't the case when it came to Elain.

With Elain he had told Cass every dirty detail, how many times, positions and even sounds. He knows it was wrong. Didn’t think much of it before, as it was spoken between brothers and no one else. It would be different with you though. You were different. He was going to do it tonight. Tonight he would break things off with Elain and devote his efforts in getting to know you.

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There were strong wards surrounding the Prison in the Night Court, used to prevent anyone from winnowing inside or flying to the entrance. The power needed to pass through the wards was more than you expected. It wasn't till you reached the stone gate that you realized that only the High Lord of the Night Court's blood would open the gate, something that you couldn't manipulate or conjure. You pinched the space between your brows in irritation as you thought of a way to bypass the blood sacrifice. Starting small in order to regain your power you attempted to push at the stone gate, hoping that it would just topple over. It didn't. Since the prison was on a cavernous mountain perhaps a little quake would loosen the rock and stone exposing the entrance for you to just strut right in.

You knelt in front of the stone gate, both knees firmly planted in soil and moss. You closed your eyes to focus on your magic. The sea breeze caressed your wind-chapped cheeks as you listened to the roar and crash of waves when they met the edge of the mountain. You summoned the power of the land through your fingers, plunging them deep into the soil in front of you. With a roar that echoed the strong ocean waves the mountain trembled in fear. The more your arms quivered in pain the deeper your fingers dug into the ground. Every inch rooted into the land caused the mountain rock to shrivel and rumble till small cracks webbed along the stone gate.

Azriel and Cassian were in the middle of breakfast when the floor beneath them swayed side to side, followed by a rolling motion. Dishes broke into pieces as they crashed to the floor, glass and sharp porcelain scattered the ground. Rhys urgently summoned them mind to mind.

There's a breach at the prison, get over here now before she releases them all.

Azriel and Cassian shared a look before they scrambled into their leathers and sheathed their most effective weapons, knives, daggers and swords, preparing for the worst.

Small cracks etched along the stone wall but it wasn't enough to open the gate. With your power almost completely drained you called upon the light. Seconds from opening your eyes to wield a crack of lightning a cool tendril wrapped around your wrist, carrying the smooth echo of ‘Please don’t do this’ in the whisper of Azriels voice.

The soothing touch jolted you. Your eyes shot wide open long enough to see the sky illuminate in a bright flash. A loud roaring sound boomed through the air as a violent strike of lightning slammed into the stone gate, crumbling it to pieces.

When you looked down to your trembling hands submerged in the rich soil, black tendrils seeped from the ground, wrapping up your arms and cooling your hot skin. “I think you like playing with fire don’t you?” Dusting the dirt from your hands you caressed the little shadow and quickly made your way inside the prison, looking at the sky one last time just in case you couldn't make it out.

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“Hello Bone Carver.” You smiled at your old friend, “Remember that favor you owe me?”

The Bone Carver just rolled his dark eyes. “Whatever you're going to ask me, the answer is yes.”

You beamed, “thank you.”

It had been easier getting out of the mountain than getting in, a flaw in the protection wards you’d fix before you left.

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By the time Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel trekked up the mountain you were long gone. Upon entering the prison Azriel was easily able to follow your scent which led him to the Bone Carvers cell. Rhys entered and excused the other two males.

“You sure you know what you're getting yourself into brother?” Cassian questioned, glancing at Azriel with his eyebrow raised. Azriels brows creased as he tilted his head, not understanding what he meant. “She almost leveled a fucking mountain. I love you brother, but I don't think you can handle her,” Cassian smirked, “but I know I can.”

Azriel snorted. They had shared females in the past accidentally and sometimes in the same room. “She’s different Cass. Touch her and I’ll cut off your hands.”

“Don’t need my hands to fuck her Az.” Cassian threw his head back and howled in laughter as Azriel punched his shoulder in jest.

Rhys walked out of the cell and stared at Azriel as if he knew something Azriel didn’t. His violet eyes bore into hazel ones with a look of sympathy, knowing what lay ahead for Azriel.

“What did he say?” Azriel nervously asked.

Rhys didn’t answer as he turned his back away from him, starting his walk back down the mountain. Cassian and Azriel shared a glance, a look of worry in both their eyes.

Back in Velaris, Rhys paced back and forth, his knuckles white from clenching them into fists. The violet of his eyes black with rage.

“She knows about Velaris and can easily bypass the protection wards. Now she knows how to get in and out of the prison. Find her before I do because I'll fucking kill her.” Rhys' tone was low and deadly like a viper ready to strike.

Without another word Azriel set out to find you, again. But this time he was determined to get answers. No more riddles, no distractions. There was a pattern he picked up on. You seemed to befriend the deadlier creatures of Prythian, The Suriel, Bryaxis somehow, and now The Bone Carver. Azriel set his sights on the middle of Prythian where the weaver Stryga was confined.

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Work out of your home Court was almost complete, the allies that you needed were aware of their duties and were loyal to your mission. Your limbs ached and burned from your travels across multiple courts, the only thing bringing you a sense of peace was this last stop. Possibly the worst, not the person you had to visit but the stench alone turned your stomach.

The severed head in the sac you carried grew heavier and heavier as your final destination grew closer. Crimson stained your clothes leaving them stiff and rough against your delicate skin. Your hair has clumped from the dirt and blood, it’d been days since you had a nice bath. You open and close your mouth as the sour taste of decayed flesh hits your taste buds. Food wasn't easily available but the horrid smell had you doubling over, emptying what was left from your stomach. Sweat now beads down the side of your face. Heavy eyes spot the weavers cottage in the distance. Finally you think.

“Stryga!” You shout, as you rap at the wooden door, “open up!”

Strygas feet shuffle to the door, “must you shout? I’m blind not deaf you insubordinate buffoon,” she scolds as she swings the door open.

Thankfully she doesn't see the way your face falls as you hold in your gag. “I missed you too Stryga.” She beckons you inside, her arm extended towards her cluttered home. “I don't mean to be rude, but I’m in a hurry. It’s not far from now Stryga. You’ll still be able to eat your fill of evil males,” you declare, handing her your sac with the severed head. “I’m going to kill him, both of them. Don’t you worry. Your neck still remains attached to your spine. But I’ll need some help and I’d love nothing more if you fought by my side.”

Stryga lowers her head and you witness her undying loyalty as she motions to kneel before you. “That's unnecessary,” you attempt at grabbing her arm, stopping her bow.

“It would be a pleasure to unleash my wrath for you Khaos, Goddess of creation and decreation,” Stryga pledges as she remains within your grasp. “So, not a buffoon then?” you stifle a laugh at her earlier jab, and for the first time in your presence Stryga smiles.

“No one calls me that anymore.” You remind her, a wave of sadness crossing your eyes as you remember your mission and how far you are from home.

“Buffoon? Or khaos?” She smirks as you throw her a faux glare.

Stryga suddenly stiffened, her ear catching a faint whisper as she tilted her head. Her clawed fingernails digging into the worn wood of the door.

“Stryga?” You whispered, peering behind you at the dozens of trees that seemed unmoving.

“Shadows follow you.” She brings her forefinger to her lips, shushing you, “non threatening it seems,” her brows furrow, "they're captivated.” Her soulless eyes widen as they seem to meet your gaze. “The shadows have stolen from you.”

You don’t have time for her to elaborate. Quickly making you exit and excusing yourself, she shocks you with her parting words. “Do you know what it takes to make a star shine?”

You shake your head as if she can see you. “Darkness,” she replies. “I knew that,” you answer as you take steps away from her cottage, eager to leave before the shadows master finds you. “Then why do you run?” She retorts, crossing her arms as she braces against the frame of her door, a smug expression on her deadly face.

You don't spare her another glance but her words linger long after you've left her cottage. With your work away from home finally done you winnow to your home court, disappearing in a cloud of glitter and smoke.

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You inhaled the crisp air, holding it in your lungs for three seconds before exhaling. Calming your racing heart and releasing the power that traveled through your veins. You smile briefly as the pressure of water against your body washes away days of dirt and blood. Finally letting your limbs relax, stretching your arms high above your head, reaching for the blue sky wanting nothing but to hold the warmth of the sun. In the peaceful silence of the forest you give yourself a moment of weakness. You allow the ache that's burrowed deep within your heart to break free from its prison. Your body’s screaming for a day a week or even a few hours of rest, where shifting isn't needed, and glamouring your true form doesn’t eat up most of your power. Where wars dont need to be fought and kings don’t need to die. You let your strength rest; to feel your pain shatter the windows to your soul for just a moment.

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Azriel followed the sound of hushed whimpers, his shadows jumping from tree to tree. The soft cries soon turned harrowing then muffled, like a palm over the mouth.

‘Broken’

His shadow informed him.

Taking cover in the darkness below a large tree he heard the faint weeping, the sudden scent of citrus invading his nostrils. Your shoulders shook with the force of your cries as you cleaned off your wings. Azriel tried to look away from your bare back as you bathed beneath the mouth of a waterfall. Immediately he noticed your wings, two forewings and two hindwings that tapered towards the end like those of a luna moth.

You can shapeshift, he realizes, the large expanse of your wings covering your behind from view, leaving Azriel curious. But why were you crying? You didn't seem broken like his shadows had mentioned. That's when he saw it. Blood. You were cleaning off blood from your wings. Someone you had just killed he imagines. No, It was your blood. At the base of your wing closest to your back a large slash cut deep, almost severing your wing.

“You’re hurt, I can help you.” His voice rang out over the rushing water, slowly inching forward so as to not seem threatening. Frightened by his sudden appearance you vanish before his eyes, leaving a cloud of shimmering powder, momentarily blinding him. Weaving through the darkness of the in-between, you swiftly emerge, tackling Azriel to the ground, unsheathing his own dagger in the process.

Clothed in nothing but a thin nightgown, you straddle him, truth teller firm in your grip pushing against the column of his throat. His shadows swirled above your head creating a crown of darkness as if you were their queen. Azriel narrowed his eyes, ‘traitors.’

“Why have you looked for me?

Azriels speechless as he beholds your beauty, ignoring your question. His eyes wander over each of your features as if committing to memory. His hazel eyes land on your pouty lips and his throat bobs as his desire consumes him. Instinctually his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, just in case.

“Why have you looked for me?” You repeat, forcing his dagger against his jugular, a bead of blood painting his tan skin. Azriel smirked, the thrill of a dangerous female only exciting him, causing the scent of his arousal to fill the air. “You plan to kill me with my own blade?”

“I could kill you without it.” You counter, the force of your power sizzling through your fingers.

Azriels eyes flutter closed, the scent of his arousal drifting to your nose, a husky scent with a touch of night. “So the rumors are true,” Azriels brows furrow, “the shadowsinger playing hero to a damsel in distress, bedding any female that bats her eyes.”

Azriel then twists his foot around your ankle, using his weight to roll you over onto your back. You drag the blade across his throat as he tumbles you to the ground. His hand firmly grips your throat while the other wraps around your wrist, pinning you to the forest floor. With his knees firm on the ground, caging your hips, your legs resting on top of his thighs, making it easy for you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Who told you that?” He asks angrily, blood dripping down his throat from the shallow slash you gave him.

“Eris Vanssera '' you gasp, the slight pressure of his fingers around your throat arousing you more than it should. Yet the grip he holds on your wrists sends you in a panic as memories from your morning assault come crashing.

The males rancid breath makes your stomach churn as he licks at your cheek. The whole weight of his grotesque body has you pinned down, barely able to wriggle out from under him. With one hand he holds your wrists down above your head as the other fumbles with his belt.

Mid-flight he had collided into you, both barreling out of the sky crashing to the ground. Furious, he had attempted to sever your rare wings. The impact of your fall momentarily ceasing your powers, causing you to fight hand to hand.

Your crying only eggs him on, excitement in his rotten attempt at a smile. You're not sobbing out of fear. No. You mourn the life you have to take. You mourn every life, weather deserved or not. The spark that creates life remains. Rooted deep within you, pushed to the side in order for darkness to prevail.

Loyal to your duties as a Death God by any means necessary, you sucked in the secretions from your lungs and violently spat. Thick mucus covered the fat bastard's face, briefly losing his grip, giving you just enough time to unsheath your knife and drive into his thick skull. Later, you’d gift his remains to a dear friend.

Azriels eyes widened with shock as he felt a sharp pain shooting through him. Grunting and hissing he clutches his side, finding Truth teller lodged deep into his rib, warm blood dribbles from the wound staining the ground he's crouched at. “ Did you just stab me?” he chokes out, wincing as he pulls the dagger free, fingers splayed wide attempting to stop the bleeding.

Scrambling out from under him, chest heaving as the adrenaline flows through you. “You’ll live,” you pant as you stand, dusting off browned leaves from your back and knees. A sigh escapes your lips as you notice a blood stain on your white night dress. All you wanted was to wash up the violence that painted your skin and even then your efforts were futile. Azriels eyes trail up your body as he remains kneeled still putting pressure on his rib, his magic working to heal the open wound.

Anger courses through him as he zeros in on a purple bruise on your inner thigh, visible from how short your dress is. “Tell me who he is and I’ll kill him for you.” Those simple words had meant so much you almost cried at the gesture. While you slaughtered the bravest of males and brought warriors to their knees, destroyed kingdoms for unworthy kings, defended the defenseless not one person had offered to protect you. Countless times you had braved your own storm with not one soul willing to weather the chaos. Despite being used for your endless power, time and time again you still gave more than what you could ever receive in return. You save everyone but who was there to save you? You were one female and strong enough to fight your own battles and conquer without the help of highlords or kings. So why was this male cracking the shield of vulnerability wrapped so tightly around your heart?

Azriel seemed to notice your internal struggle, “come here,” he rasped as he stared through your troubled gaze. The tousled waves of his hair that fell so effortlessly over his forehead looked so enticing your fingers twitched. His hazel eyes had darkened and the way his thick thighs looked kneeling gripped you so fiercely your legs moved on their own volition. Standing on weak knees, his eyes never left yours as he patted his thigh, urging you to place your foot on his strong muscle. You obey his command with a slow nod. Azriel chances a glance at your exposed leg, “who do I have to kill?” He asks, softer this time. His bloodied fingers wrap around your delicate ankle and for once you don’t mind. Strong hands gently smooth over your leg, wrapping to the back of your calf. A shiver runs through you at the simple touch, his attentiveness relaxing your muscles. Slowly he lifts the hem of your gown, just enough to expose the bruise and nothing else. “Tell me whose entire family line should I butcher for touching you?” he murmured against your skin, circling your tender bruise with his perfect nose. “I killed him,” you breathe looking down at this male whose lips are inches away from your throbbing core.

“Mmmm good girl,” he growls, meeting your hooded gaze as he licks your inner thigh followed by a tender kiss. You nearly buckle at the sensation of his lips against your skin. The way his rough hands are caressing up and down the expanse of your leg. Lustful eyes roll back as he deeply inhales the sweet scent of your arousal, smothering his handsome face against the heated flesh of your leg like a house pet greeting their owner. “Let me worship you,” he purrs, his hot breath ghosting over your covered core as the tips of his fingers kiss the space between your legs. Azriel could cum right now just watching you throw your head back as you gasp from his fingers grazing your pulsing core. His pants are pulled tight from his cock pushing against his leathers, wanting to bury himself inside you. He’s willing to wait as long as you need but right now he’ll take whatever you give him.

When your eyes meet Azriels again you don’t miss the burning desire in his beautiful eyes or the outline of his bulge as it strains against his pants, suddenly it becomes too much too soon and before you know it you’ve shoved him away, the yearn clouding your vision clears and your back to being a powerful Death God.

“Is that what you tell the females you lay with? That you’ll worship their bodies like the Goddess they are?”

Azriel hangs his head between his dropped shoulders. Shame of his past finally catching up to him when it matters the most. When what he wants more than anything is threatened by his past mistakes. What was he thinking? Oh Gods and Elain. He was offering to please and bed you while he still hadn’t broken things off with Elain.

“You never answered my question. Why have you looked for me?”

Azriel remains silent.

“Did I offer a service which benefited you or your court?”

“Not exactly.” He answers

“Do you seek to use my power for your gain?” You continue, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“No”

“Do you seek treasure?”

“No” He replies with a scoff.

“You seek power then?”

Azriel shakes his head, “no, not power.”

“Knowledge?”

“Nope.”

“You do not pursue power, nor do you wish to bathe in coins, and knowledge is neither here nor there, so you must be searching for love?”

Azriel stilled.

“Ah, love it is. I regret to inform you, I cannot make someone love you.”

“That's not it. You healed me as a child. You were a stranger that showed me more kindness than my own family, and I've spent my entire life looking for you. Not to ask for more healing or to share your magic with others who may need you, but to offer my gratitude. All these years I’ve wondered what you’ve made of yourself, if you're happy, successful, have you found love or have you married or.. ” his gaze shies away, “or if you’re mated.” His tone is sincere, like he's been practicing those words for centuries.

You narrow your eyes at him, gauging whether he's telling you the truth or not, though you sense no lies. “What’s your name shadowsinger?”

“Azriel.”

“Azriel, I'm sorry but the person you're looking for doesn't exist anymore, but I’m even more sorry that I don’t recall this interaction.”

You watch as his expression sombers.

“I’m very flattered though,” you give him a tight lipped smile and get closer, deciding to sit next to him on the stone flat rock that rims the pool you were bathing in. Hoping to offer the same sincerity, you gently place your palm on his lap. “I suppose I can answer your questions, I feel it's the least I can do since you’ve indeed stalked me all these years.” Azriel chuckles remembering the night he said he wasn't a stalker. “I’m not happy, or successful where coin is involved. I have found love in all the faces I’ve seen and the wonderful friends I’ve made, but I’ve only loved one male.” while heat flushes your cheeks and a smile escapes your lips, Azriel frowns, unprepared for the hurt your answer would cause. “His name is Lucien, but –”

Azriel doesn't hear a word you say after that, the weight of your confession pinning him where he sits. Thank Gods for that because he's sure he’d topple over if he were standing. His mind imagines what Lucien had done for you to love him. What words did he use to make you sigh, what cheesy jokes he told to hear you laugh.

Does Lucien know that your skin feels like the finest silk known to man. Has he had the pleasure of kissing you and taking you to bed?

Azriel can feel his anger bubbling or jealousy he's not quite sure but he's unable to stop the hateful words from spewing out, “Lucien can’t love you, he has a mate! And she's pretty and sweet, she's sunshine and rainbows. She's gentle and soft.–”

“And everything I’m not.”

You finish as you swallow the tight knot in the back of your throat. You turn away from him, wiping at a stray tear that's rolled down your cheek. The truth in his words hurting you more than they should; since you’ve moved on. Lucien has too at least that's what you've heard.

Moving on doesn't cure the sadness or put together the broken pieces of your shattered heart. Forgetting Lucien doesn't erase the years of longing. You could never blame him for leaving you. Out of left field he grew distant, a silent struggle you knew nothing of. And you haven't seen him since.

Azriel places his scarred hand on your shoulder, an apology on the tip of his tongue as well as clarification for his words. He doesn’t get the chance as his touch burns your skin causing you to jolt and shrug him off. Azriel panics as he notices your red rimmed eyes, wet with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t..what I meant was-”

“No. You're right. How can someone like him love something like me?”

Azriel shakes his head. You thought of Lucien like the sun, brilliant and warm, setting fires to forest floors and warming the coldest of hearts. And you the moon, who only glows with the help of the sun. You had it all wrong. Lucien was just a sly fox sneaking his way into the heart of the moon. How could someone like him love something like you? The real question was how could he not love you?

Females like you were born during a raging storm under the phenomenon of an eclipse. With lightning in your veins, thunder in your heart and chaos in your bones.

He shouldn't feel hope in your sorrow but he’s glad Lucien didn’t choose you. Azriel would choose you; In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, he’d find you and he’d choose you.*

If he had the chance he’d rewind the clock and say what he actually meant. If not for a chance at forever then to ease your heavy heart. The words he spoke out of jealousy would hold a different meaning had he spoken them out of love.

‘Lucien can't love you the way I want to love you. He has a mate! So you were not made for him, but perhaps you were made for me. She’s pretty and sweet, sunshine and rainbows. But you balance strength and femininity like no one else. You're stunning, and selfless, you glow like the moon and shine brighter than the stars. She's gentle and soft but she can never compare to you. Not then, not now, not ever. No one has compared to you.’

But those words remain unspoken as he watches your figure retreat into the orange glow of the forest. Your beautiful wounded wings gracing the ground with your presence, leaving behind a trail of starlight. It was then he realized you didn't need to be saved, you needed to be found.

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You could cry tears of happiness as you near your humble cottage. Weaving through the tallest of trees and jumping over a running brook with flat rocks covered in moss. A sigh leaves your lips as you take in the place you call home. The wood creaks a familiar sound as you bounce up the worn steps.

Before your hand reaches the bronze knob, the door swings open and warmth envelopes you in a crushing hug. Your melodious laugh echoes in the air as strong arms spin you round and round. Your eyes meet those of amber as he finally lets your feet touch the floor. “I’ve missed you so much,” he admits, as a warm palm cradles your face, gently tracing circles on the apples of your cheek. He wraps his arm around your waist bringing your body flush with his. His heat offers a comfort not found with anyone else. And you allow yourself to melt into him as he softly brings his lips to yours.

His tender kiss turns desperate when you run your fingers through his auburn hair, lighting a fire that only the wetness between your legs can extinguish. The night runs long as this male beds you over and over and the only name that slips past your lips like a prayer is, “Eris. Eris. Eris.”

Part 4

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nikethestatue · 11 months ago

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An Ode To Elain Archeron

Think about it--Elain Archeron is so desirable, so enviable, so needed--that she is always the prize at the end of the battle. She is the victory. The fact that she lives absolutely rent free in so many people's minds is the testament to her utterly monumental power. Because EVERYONE wants her. She doesn't have to lift a finger, but yet, she is the prize.

She is the prize for Lucien, and even if he himself doesn't even want her, his stans insist that they end up together, convinced that only SHE can make him happy

She is a prize for Tamlin, even though he doesn't know her and wanted her sister. But his stans insist that it would be Elain who'd remove the memory of Feyre from him and make him happy

She is a prize for Azriel, whom she wants and who wants her, and who forgot all about his 500 year old crush in like 3 months after meeting her

The Cauldron whom which all Life sprung and for which the Asteri themselves fought, desiring its power, PURRED in the presence of Elain Archeron, finding her so pleasing and beautiful

The King of Hybern fell to his knees in front of Elain, succumbing to her perfect strike, but not before calling her 'the pretty one' and acknowledging her inner strength

The High Lord of Night Court goes out of his way to fly her and show her the scenic route of Velaris, to please her

The entire IC stops eating their Solstice meals in order to wait for Elain to take her rightful place at the head of the table

Just like Azriel, Elain is shipped with everyone. Because she is desired by everyone--and every time someone calls her boring, they contradict themselves. Because you all want Elain for yourself. You all want HER with your guy of choice.

Elain's been shipped with Tarquin and Tamlin, with Aidas and Apollion, with Fenrys and Ruhn, with Beron and Lucien, with Azriel and the Cauldron, with Gwyn and Mor and Hypaxia, with Dorian and Bryaxis. With Eris. Jurian and Graysen. EVERYONE. Everyone wants Elain.

No one's been shipped with as many people, not even Azriel.

That's the power of Elain. She hasn't even had a book, and yet she is torn to pieces by the fandom, with each and every fraction wanting her.

You know how many people Gwyn is shipped with? ONE. (And the very controversial Tarquin, apparently)

Mor? Two.

Eris? Two.

Helion? One.

Elain, by the latest count--at least 18.

You want to pair Elain with EIGHTEEN characters.

Who the hell else has that level of appeal? This kind of power? NO ONE.

Elain Archeron is the baddest bitch of them all.

This is the queen of Queens. So, bow.

art: bethgilbert.art

#elain archeron #elain #pro elain archeron #pro elain

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rosanna-writer · 4 months ago

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Your fics are adorable. Will you do one where Feyre and Rhys are neighbours and Rhys is very jealous of her dog?

Thank you anon! This is such a cute prompt and Feyre 100000000% should have a dog, so here you go:

When a large black poodle began frolicking in his neighbor's yard, all long legs and a gleaming coat, Rhysand supposed someone had finally moved in next door. He caught an occasional glimpse of a golden-brown ponytail. But other than that, the only sign of Bryaxis's owner was the sound of her voice calling the dog back inside.

Whoever she was, she kept her dog's curls impeccably styled. Rhysand had half a mind to ask for the groomer's name just to see if they cut human hair as well.

However, he could do without the camo and bright orange vest the dog often sported, a truly hideous canine fashion statement. But then again, weren't poodle owners notorious for dressing up their dogs?

After a few weeks of watching them from his patio, there was a knock on his front door. Rhys answered it and found the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen standing there, Bryaxis's leash in one hand and a small cooler in the other. The dog, half-covered in mud, sat at her feet, panting happily.

"I'm Feyre. I just moved in next door," the woman said.

Feyre. FeyreFeyreFeyre. Rhys wanted to parrot her name back just to feel it on his tongue. But his fear of coming off like a blathering idiot was far stronger, and he managed to say, "Rhysand, but please call me Rhys. It's nice to meet you."

"You're not a vegetarian, by any chance? Bryaxis and I had a great day in the field yesterday, and I think we've brought home more duck than I can eat. I figured I'd come by and see if you wanted any."

Rhys blinked in surprise, unsure what the field was. And then it clicked—Feyre had killed those birds herself, and Bryaxis was some sort of gun dog who'd retrieved the ducks she'd felled.

Well, that certainly explained the high-vis orange.

Rhys started to say that he'd be delighted to accept any gift at all from her, but at the sound of his name, Brayxis had stood up and leaned against Feyre's leg, staring up at her with what could only be described as sad puppy eyes.

Feyre smiled, bright enough to light up a room, then crouched down and scratched Bryaxis behind the ears. She pressed a kiss to the small, still-clean poof of fur at the top of his head. "You did so well," she cooed. "That's my good boy."

Some deeply irrational part of Rhysand burned with jealousy. Bryaxis was a dog. But heaven help him, he wanted Feyre to kiss him and talk to him like that, too.

"I'll eat anything," Rhys said, "and I'll take whatever you're willing to give."

He didn't just mean the game she'd caught—her time, her smile, her heart…Rhys would thank her for whatever she granted him.

Feyre stood, oblivious to the thoughts swirling in his head. "That's great."

"You are, of course, invited over for dinner any time you'd like. I'm known for my duck à l'orange."

Feyre's smile grew into a full-blown grin. "And that's even better."

She handed him the cooler. As their fingers brushed, Rhys could have sworn something sparked between them. A small gasp escaped Feyre's parted lips; Rhys wondered if she'd felt it, too.

Perhaps it only took a few uncooked carcasses. Or perhaps, it was merely because Feyre had killed the birds herself. But Rhys couldn't quite shake the feeling that the first time she offered him food mattered, like the world had changed in some fundamental way.

#feysand #my favorite huntress deserves a cute hunting dog!!!!!#prompt fills and drabbles

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lyssasdrafts · 1 year ago

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★ 𓈒 ݁ STAR—CROSSED (rhysand x reader) ⊹

chapter seven: (written) ✧

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rhysand was in a good mood this morning. instead of his usual taunts and smirks, you walked into the lecture hall only to be greeted by a polite smile from him. you recalled your last interaction at the library where you actually got along with him, and with how you two had been texting on the side, wondering if that had anything to do with his change of heart.

something felt wrong about rhysand giving you the same look that he shows to other people on campus, the same grin that he gives your professors; it felt wrong that he was treating you the same way he did with everyone else. at least with his glares and insults towards you, you knew that it was completely genuine.

you try not to glance at rhysand when the both of you are called after class to stay behind, instead focusing on professor bryaxis in front of you. holding her gaze, chills running down your spine, you try to remind yourself that there was a low chance the both of you were in any trouble. while you had the best grades in your class, the professor still intimidated you, and you couldn’t even imagine how your classmates that didn’t have her favor felt.

“y/n, rhysand…“ she speaks your names slowly, drawing out her smile before she turns pull out papers from her desk. “i wanted to ask you both something.”

rhysand swallows, and for the first time, he actually looks nervous, before he speaks up for both of you, “of course. is everything alright, professor?” you hold back your laughter at him. rhysand has never once looked stressed for an exam or test in the nearly four years you’ve known him.

“as both of you know, you’re the top preforming students at prythian university. the school is considering retaking promotional photos and would like both of you to be the student models,” your professor says. you almost breathe out a sigh of relief at her words before the realizations creeps onto your face that you’ll be modeling for once.

you figured this could be an interesting experience for your career, although modeling was never something you considered. rhysand’s expression was no longer tensed, instead smiling to himself when he realizes that this was his profession already. you nearly rolled your eyes when you considered just how badly this would inflate your rival’s ego.

when you had told morrigan about the student modeling, she nearly screamed in joy. your roommate had briefed you with her advice that she’d learnt throughout her career, along with how to deal with rhysand, and then pressed you for all the details.

you had worn your best professional outfit — a black blouse with a blazer that you’d splurged on a few years ago, with matching jewelry you borrowed from mor. however, you suddenly felt upstaged when rhysand walked in with his full designer outfit, a dark blue suit that matched the university’s colors and you knew probably cost more than you could imagine. he was definitely extravagant enough to eclipse you, suddenly making you wonder if you had been underdressed.

rhysand only manages to give you a small polite smile before you’re both ushered away into one of the larger classrooms on campus for the photoshoot, not even giving you chance to speak with him. although you had only been in this room a few times for a minor class you took before, you immediately understood why this was chosen. the windows lined the walls from ceilings that were triple your height, the room had an array of seats with furnished wooden desks that could hold hundreds of students, and the room was decorated with hanging plants that you could only assume flourished from the amount of sunlight that was shining in.

you’re extremely impressed by the cameras and lighting conventions used, you almost want to run to the photography crew and ask to help. while you knew that it wasn’t as exorbitant as the cameras at rhysand’s modeling studio, you were still suprised that your older university had access to this kind of equipment. once again, you’re reminded of your role when they ask to take some pictures of rhysand first, leaving you to awkwardly stand by while waiting for your turn.

it still hadn’t occurred to you that your job was to be the model instead of the photographer. you watch as rhysand coordinates naturally with the director, always making the right faces and posss for the camera. you wondered just how long he had been in this industry, contemplating the chances that he was probably modeling as a child. you wouldn’t be surprised if rhysand was already booking modeling gigs before you had even discovered you liked taking photos and taught yourself to use a camera.

his hair never once looked out of place as countless shots were taken of rhysand. the school had wanted to show off their campus facilities and thus had rhysand posting in candid photos in front of the classroom’s massive windows, making him pretend to study at a desk with his materials. your favorite pose that he did was the picture with rhysand sitting at a desk, his chin in his palm, staring down at his papers. the angle, the lighting, everything made him look even more beautiful than he already was. you admired the school photographer’s ability, even though the subject matter was terrible.

“i guess the professor was right when she said i have great hair,” rhysand sneers as he walks by you.

“shut up,” you say plainly, not bothering to turn your head and look rhysand in the eye. you could hear the faintest trace of a laugh leaving his lips, before he says to you, “you’re next.”

clenching your fists, you slowly let go of them as you turn to him and try your best to seem confident. “i could tell that,” you state, not wanting rhysand to know you were nervous after he already found out enough about you.

the photographer calls your name after rhysand and you run over to the same desks to take similar pictures. however, you’re not even nearly as natural as rhysand’s modeling and poses. you’re immediately critiqued after every shot for being too stiff, for your posture, your facial expressions looking bored, and whatever else they could think of. you weren’t even this hard on rhysand during your first photoshoot with him, and that was considering you hated each other.

you could see the frowns appearing on the staff’s faces and try not to look annoyed. this was not your job and never would be, what were they expecting?

“y/n, you’re a very promising student who i’ve been told takes great pride in going to prythian university, what’s wrong?”

“i… i know i don’t know how to pose,” you hesitantly admit.

the photographer blinks at you for a moment before realizing how that explains your awkwardness, and you suddenly feel the need to turn your head away in embarrassment. meanwhile, rhysand stands in the corner with his thinking expression on before he comes up to you.

“it’s okay y/n, i was nervous for my first photoshoot too,” he whispers to you. you scrunch your face at him, surprised at the genuine compassion in his voice. he wasn’t mocking or teasing you, he actually wanted to help for once.

“i have an idea!” rhysand says louder, before he grabs your hand and tilts your head carefully, instructing you on how to pose to realistically look like you’re studying.

“just think about that tough physics question from last week,” he mutters to you when the director asks for your facial expression.

you silently went along with whatever rhysand said as he guided you, being far less passive aggressive then how you were last week during his shoot. you make a mental note to thank him for this later.

“perfect!” the photographer exclaims before snapping a few shots of you, the bright white light nearly making you flinch. how did models such as mor and rhysand put up with this?

afterwards, rhysand tries advise you even more as group photos are taken of the both of you. they make you pretend to be study together, work with the science equipment, and other various activities to show off how nice your school is. when the director gives a satisfied nod towards the end, you realize that this is finally over.

after you’re thanked for your time, rhysand respectfully asks when he can see the photos and the director firmly answers that you’ll be able to see them when the school posts them. you both nod in sync at this answer and go to speak by yourselves.

“that’s a pretty necklace, y/n,” rhysand notes, his eyes drifting lower towards your neckline. “they were limited edition, weren’t they?”

“i’m not sure…” you admit, “it’s borrowed from your cousin.”

“i bought that with her,” he crosses his arms. “you think i wouldn’t recognize them?”

a sudden heat rushes to your cheeks, “i’m sorry, if i knew how expensive it was, i wouldn’t have asked—”

“why are you sorry?” rhysand furrows his eyebrows, “it looks prettier on you anyways.”

you bite your tongue back, “thank you… should i call you rhys?”

“i’m sorry?”

“your friends call you that,” you add quietly, recalling what had happened with cassian and azriel at the library the other day.

rhysand’s loose purse and his expression drops, his tone suddenly becoming serious again, “do not call me that.”

“okay… rhys,” you hold back your giggles as you notice the embarrassed look on his face. you start laughing at him soon enough.

“i mean it! don’t call me that.” rhysand nearly sounds like he’s whining. you inch your face closer to his for one more thing before you leave, making sure you could have the last word.

“then i’ll see you around, rhys.”

you don’t bother to turn around and see his annoyed expression, even though it would’ve definitely made your day.

— NOTES

rhysand’s fashion sense ughhh i’m going crazy

we love morrigan being a good friend and helping y/n get ready 🫶🫶

more mentions of professor bryaxis 💀💀 we love her

— TAGLIST

@thelov3lybookworm @starsand @lilah-asteria @therealmoonstone @just-a-social-casualty-1 @ashjade19 @girlontheblock @cherry-cin @daughterofthemoons-stuff @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @sweet-chai-amore @kierramofficial @noelli-smv @c-dizzle99 @littlestw01f @marina468 @dragneel-brothers

#— starcrossed #rhysand x reader #acotar x reader #acotar x you #rhysand x you #rhysand acotar #acotar rhysand #acotar #rhysand imagine #high lord rhysand #rhysand fanfic #acotar fanfic #acotar imagine #acotar au #rhysand au #night court x reader #night court x you #inner circle x reader #inner circle x you

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xbennedx · 4 days ago

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YES IF YOU KNOW KITABARKSX OR STANSAVVY AND I KNOW ABOUT 90% OF MY MUTUALS DO, THEN FUCK OFF AND GET RID OF THEM NOW OR BLCKK US INSTEAD!

THEYVE DONE NOTHING BUT BETRAY US, CLAL OUR SYSTEM FAKE, CALL US ALL PEDOPHILES, AND RUIN OUR REPUTATION. FUCK OFF IF YOU SUPPORT THEM RIGHT NOW I DONT CARE QHO YOU ARE

#bryaxis is fronting

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lovemyromance · 4 months ago

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I just feel like the timeline of things is so weird when you consider the couples we have in ACOTAR. Like everyone who is saying Elucien/Gwynriel are endgame are just ignoring the timeline of SJM's book (among other things).

Feyre/Rhysand

Met in ACOTAR (halfway through)

Rhys & Feyre had a kiss in ACOTAR (doesn't really count but eh)

Rhysand found out Feyre was his mate in ACOTAR

Feyre avoids Rhys (or tries to) in early ACOMAF

They fell in love -> rest of ACOMAF

They were revealed to be mates in ACOMAF

Rhys made her his wife/HL in ACOMAF

They solidified their bond w/ a life pact (questionable) in ACOWAR

They had a child in ACOSF

-> Chronologically, this love story took 1-2 years from first meeting to accepting the bond. Attraction hit instantly, more signs came around the 1.5 year mark

Cassian/Nesta

Met in ACOMAF (halfway through)

Nesta became Fae, Cassian was obviously down bad for her (ACOMAF)

Nesta/Cassian had an almost kiss in ACOMAF

Cassian risked Bryaxis's wrath to save Nesta from the Twin Ravens, & Nesta was willing to die for Cassian (ACOWAR)

Nesta avoids Cassian/goes into a downward spiral (ACOFAS)

Cassian keeps reaching out his hand (ACOFAS)

Nesta & Cassian get together (fwb) -> early ACOSF

Nesta & Cassian discover they are mates -> 3/4 ACOSF

Nesta & Cassian accept the bond -> End of ACOSF

-> Chronologically, this love story took 1-2 years from first meeting to accepting the bond. Attraction hit instantly, more signs came around the 1.5 year mark

So that's approximately 3 books between their first meeting to them getting together. Them being mates was not revealed up front. Cassian & Rhys did not pursue Feyre/Nesta because of a mating bond. The order of operations so to speak has always been: they meet, showed romantic attraction/chemistry very early on, there's a life or death situation where they show their true feelings, then mating bond finally comes into play.

So clearly - if the mating bond meant THAT much, shouldn't it be revealed NOT in the last 25% of the book? If the reason to be with someone was because they're your mate (not yk..love) then why not have all of them start as mates and fall in love? But I digress....

If you look at Elriel's timeline:

Elain meets Azriel in ACOMAF (halfway through)

Elain becomes Fae & Lucien's mate (ACOMAF)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, sits with Elain in the garden (early ACOWAR)

Azriel NOT Lucien, discovers Elain is a Seer (early ACOWAR)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, stays with Elain in the townhouse when the Twin Ravens attack the library (early ACOWAR)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, saves Elain from Hybern's camp (ACOWAR)

Elain saves Azriel, NOT Lucien, from the naga (ACOWAR)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, gives Elain TT (ACOWAR)

Elain steps out of a shadow and kills the KOH (ACOWAR)

Elain gets Azriel, NOT Lucien, a solstice present (ACOFAS)

Azriel gets protective over Elain in early ACOSF

Azriel & Elain - again not Lucien- get each other solstice presents (ACOSF)

Azriel & Elain share an almost kiss (3/4 through ACOSF) -> again no Lucien

Azriel & Elain avoid each other (end of ACOSF)

-> Again, you see their love story progress within the 1.5 year timeframe. Attraction hits instantly, more signs around the 1.5 year mark

That's approximately 2-3 books from when they first meet, to risking their life, to avoidance, and now we are at the point in their story where they will get together. It makes sense, chronologically. If after ACOFAS, we went straight into an Elriel book - it would've made sense. Because the 1-3 book timeline still applies. In fact, it would've given Nesta's HOW rehab more justification because she would've been on a downward spiral for much longer that it required intervention by the end of ACOTAR 4. But I digress (again)

Now let's look at the Elucien timeline:

Elain meets Lucien when the mating bond snaps for him -> end of ACOMAF

Lucien has an awkward tea session with Elain in ACOWAR

Lucien can't figure out what's wrong with Elain in ACOWAR

Lucien leaves the NC to go search for Vassa per Elain's vision in ACOWAR

Lucien runs to find Elain in the battle in ACOWAR

Feyre prompts Elain to respond to Lucien in the end of ACOWAR. They have a presumably off page conversation

Lucien gets Elain a solstice gift in ACOFAS (Elain does not reciprocate)

Elain says she does not want a mate in ACOFAS

Lucien avoids Elain, Elain avoids Lucien ACOSF

Lucien gets Elain a solstice gift in ACOSF (Elain does not reciprocate)

So in the 1.5 year timeline, the MOST we have gotten from this couple is yes, confirmation that Lucien has a mating bond with Elain. And yes, Elain does not seem to want it. We have seen Lucien showing signs of attraction to Elain, which Elain does not reciprocate. We have a lot of things Elain does not reciprocate. By SJM's timeline -> They should be past the initial attraction, die for you moment, avoidance phase. I guess they are in the avoidance phase, but they've been in that phase since they met.

Can they realistically go from this phase of zero attraction, zero epic moment, to flat out avoidance, to Elain romancing another, to then somehow, accepting a mating bond with Lucien? In one book?

No. That is over a 3 year timeline for us to even see ATTRACTION from them. Not SJM's style.

I could also analyze Gwynriel, but that would be a waste of time seeing as they met 2 years ago and still have no moments together that show they even care about each other so, that already doesn't fit the timeline.

Pacing is very important when it comes to a multi-book series. You can't whip things out of your ass or present an idea and then wait over 3 books to build on it. If Elucien were to take off, the best time would've been right after ACOWAR. If Gwynriel were to take off...well, it should've been ACOWAR since they've known each other for over a year at that point.

Literally the only timeline that works with SJM's pacing is Elriel. Idk how it needs to be more obvious than that.

#elriel #acotar #elain x azriel #elain archeron #azriel #pro elain #elain #antielucien #pro elriel #antigwynriel

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jsmelodies · 29 days ago

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7- nessian

7 - silent fury (Nessian). I'm manipulating this to give you fluff

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"Bryaxis finally seems to be settling in." Cassian joined her at the table with both of their coffees.

It had taken longer than the few days they'd expected for their new furry companion to feel comfortable in his new setting, given that he spent the first two hiding under their guest bed.

On the third day, he tentatively accepted the first can of cat food.

Now, nearly a week later, the cat's tail swished in silent fury as he watched a lizard cross the cracked surface of their front porch.

"He finally feels at home, I think," Nesta mused. "Happy. Content."

"Does he?"

Nesta hummed in agreement, taking a sip of her coffee. Bitter, with just a touch of sweetness from the sugar he knew to put in. "I just feel for the lizard."

#nessian #wow ok so micro stories are very challenging #drabble

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elrielffs · 8 months ago

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It’s so bizarre that antis keep insisting that every friendly, normal interaction between two “single” characters, automatically implies that they’re attracted to each other. If that was the only requisite for a romantic relationship, then Feyre alone would have several partners:

Rhys

Lucien

Mor

Azriel

Cassian

Tarquin

Helion

Vivianne

The Suriel

Bryaxis

The Bone Carver

Clotho

You get it anon.

A simple conversation between two characters get way blown out of proportion and people twist themselves into pretzels trying to put romantic meaning behind it when the author could have just as easily added a word or two to clear up the confusion.

People did it with Bryce and Azriel, with Gwyn and Azriel, hell they probably would have done it with Feyre and Azriel when he gave her that flying lesson if Feyre wasn't romantically attached at the time.

Even Azriel saying that a statue looks just like Rhysand's sister is enough for people to say they're mates. (Anyone but Elain apparently.)

Even the conversation with Cassian and Emerie in ACOFAS got twisted and meant "mates".

A good litmus test is to take two characters who have no connection at all and replace them in the scene.

That convo with Gwyn? Replace Gwyn with say Fury. No romantic tones right? Or Cassian with Juniper? Do the same with Elriel (Make it Azriel and Lucien lmao) scenes and you'll quickly see which one is romantic and which is just platonic conversation.

And especially with SJM, if we are supposed to know that characters are attracted to each other or interested in each other she is not subtle and is pretty heavy handed.

It's crazy antis act like Emorie is a done deal because Emerie blushed and called Mor beautiful but deny it for other couples. If that was the case, Gwyn blushed for Rhysand. Gwynsand? She sure never blushed for Azriel.

People just don't want to see what's right in front of them cause they don't like it.

#elriel #ask #anti gywnriel

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shadowdaddies · 2 years ago

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Hii

Idk if your request is open but if it is then can i request for nessian with a reader thats illyrian? And that she constantly has something sassy or retorts back if someone teases her the slightest bit?

Hope you have a good day!!💗💗 love your works btw

Hi! Thank you so much, this was fun and different for me to write. Hope you have a good day, honey!💜

Banter

poly!Nessian x Reader

After an especially hard day of training, you were giddy for family dinner. Bursting through the front door of the River House, you spotted your nephew, Nyx, and ran towards him with open arms. He yelled out, “Auntie Y/N!” giggling as you scooped him up, twirling him around in a big hug.

With a teasing smirk, you look to Nyx, the little boy already knowing what to do. “Race you to the dining room?” you asked. With a fierce nod, the toddler turned - in position to run. “3...2...1...GO!” you yelled, setting off down the hall, lagging slightly to let Nyx barely pull out the win. “Good job, buddy! That was close, though. I think I could beat you next time,” you said with a wink as the two of you took your seats.

Cassian set down the bottle of wine, taking his own glass in hand as he cocked an eyebrow at you. “I don’t know love, I was watching the start of that race and you seemed a little quick off the mark there.” Whipping your head towards your mate, you fired back, “well you would know about that, wouldn’t you?”

Azriel nearly spit out his drink, Nesta sheepishly sinking into her seat next to you as Cassian gave her a pointed glare. “What? Of course she told me,” you said, reaching over to hold Nesta’s hand. Feyre gave you a warning glare as she loaded Nyx’s plate with food. You shrugged, waving her off. “Oh, he doesn’t know what we’re talking about.”

Rhys leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “Do you know what we’re talking about? We’ve been discussing important court matters, but it seems you’ve been too busy verbally sparring with your mates to take notice.” Toasting your glass in Rhys’s direction, you smirked at him. “Perfect then, you know your secrets are safe with me since I don’t listen to what you say anyway.”

Mor and Cassian laughed with you as Amren rolled her eyes. Rhys continued, “well, it pertains to you as we’re going to be visiting Ironcrest.” With a sigh, you leaned back in your chair, the remnants of wings on your shoulders anxiously twitching at the mention of your former home. It was time to be serious. “What do you need from me, Rhys?”

Cassian interrupted, sensing your nerves and eager to protect his mate. He played it off jokingly, flexing his muscles dramatically on display for you as he countered Rhys. “I’m sure I can take care of whoever is causing problems over at Ironcrest.” You bit back your smile, scoffing before lobbing back at your mate, “feed your own ego, I’m busy here,” and nodded to Rhys to continue - meanwhile sending love and thanks down the bond to Cassian, squeezing Nesta’s hand under the table for comfort.

Rhys explained the plan, everyone at the table groaning when he announced you would all be leaving for the camps before dawn tomorrow. “Well, I’m off to bed then,” Cassian announced as he stood up from the table. You swirled the wine in your glass. “Be sure to check underneath for Bryaxis,” you said with a wink. Cassian’s face turned red as you and Nesta giggled. She leaned in, whispering in your ear, “come on love, let’s go with him.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you joined Cassian, the three of you heading to bed.

“Are you nervous for tomorrow?” Cassian asked when you reached your room. You shook your head, climbing into bed in between your mates. “No, I’m really not.” And you meant it. Despite how much you loved to tease them, you knew Cassian and Nesta would be there for you, to love and protect you despite whatever tomorrow may bring.

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Son of the Darkness XX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: What can I say at this point? It’s all out war….

Word Count: 1,8K

Notes: Yep, Y/N’s speech was taken from Theseus speech from the movie Immortals, sue me

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The extent of Hybern’s army was terrifying, thousands of men gathered to kill whoever dared to stand in their way. But as Y/N watched their troops, blue, golden, orange, black and yellow, all the armies from seven High Lords, she knew they had a chance.

Vivianne, the soon to be High Lady of Winter, held the human girl, Briar, in her arms. Evanore was around them, petting and talking to the white bears the army had. The atmosphere felt almost peaceful as they got ready for the battle.

It took two days to transport the whole army, going directly against Hybern. They had moved again, and they all came to the conclusion that Hybern was clearly postponing the battle, after all, he couldn’t get what Nesta took from the cauldron back, and now that she had more control over her power, he was probably scared of what she could do.

And now, they were ready to face that army, a few kilometres from where they originally planned to meet them. The witches have been draining power from the earth for a few hours, and the army was resting until it was time to face each other.

This time, Rune and the others would join, healing would have to wait, as all the force was necessary in that battlefield. They had also transported any human near the battle to Adriata where princess Cresseida was taking care of them.

Feyre and Amren had a plan to stop the cauldron and the army, needing to get close enough to touch it. And they’re also getting ready to release Bryaxis on that army. She hasn’t seen Feyre in a while. But she had checked on Elain, she was still afraid but wasn’t hurt.

The inner circle reunited, exchanging their comforting words to each other, some prayed to the mother, the witches kept to themselves but Y/N held her sword, in front of the NightFall.

“I am one of you, I share your blood and I share your fear.” The female yelled, her voice reaching the quiet soldiers. “But to run now, we offer our souls and the souls of the innocent to a terrible darkness.” One by one, the soldiers from her army started to hit their shields with their swords, the music echoing through the camp. Until every one who held a shield joined.

“We must stand and fight, their numbers count for nothing in that battlefield.” More chanting. “They are cowards, they hide behind their masks, they bleed like you and I.” She yelled even louder. Azriel watched with pride filling his senses as his mate encouraged the whole army. “Listen to me! Stand your ground! Fight for your honour!” The swords slammed against the shield. “Fight for the man beside you! Fight for those who bore you! Fight for your children! Fight for your future! Fight for your name! Survive!”

With her sword pointed to the army who gathered near the beach, waiting for the bloodbath, she yelled one more time.

“Let us write history with Hybern’s blood.” The soldiers behind her roared their fury, and they marched to the war.

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Battle happened everywhere, metal clashing against metal, the sounds of man dying filled her senses, so overwhelming and bone chilling, but she swallowed any trace of fear, going on her killing spree.

Bryaxis had just joined, the endless shadow passed by her, hummed in greetings to her. She could see Azriel in the skies, Rhysand’s power in huge waves, everyone who had magic in their blood used how they could.

The witches formed a unity, walking together, using both magic and their weapons to kill. Eris was behind Evanore, his eyes tracking her every move, Y/N felt her heart swell with happiness, she didn’t have to worry about her.

Her magic flared in strikes, men falling to the ground whenever they touched it. The necklace kept shining between her breasts, indicating that Azriel was alright. And when she couldn’t reach with magic, her sword was finding its target.

Everything was happening so fast, the three figures, The Bone Craver, Bryaxis and The Weaver killed hundreds in their path, the soldiers from Hybern were slowly being erased from the earth.

Trumpets sounded somewhere to the north, and Y/N watched from in between the commotion, three more armies joined, a green one from Spring Court, another orange one, Beron walked with more soldiers, Eris’s brothers mounting horses from in between the army, fire blazed and something exploded. The third army was made from humans.

The ash poison was burning in blue flames, giving them an advantage since now they didn’t have more poison to use, Y/N roared in excitement as she beheaded a male in front of her.

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Too tired, she felt too tired, her muscles burned, she wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. Blood soaked her hair and clothes.

She heard someone screaming for Cassian, she saw him flying to where Nesta stood at the top of the hill. And where he was mere seconds ago, the soldiers that stayed, were erased from the skies, as the King used the cauldron. The next shot was closer to his army than hers, and she concluded that he didn’t care about his soldiers, sacrificing them to get what he needed.

It was then that another trumpet sounded, and this time she was sure it didn’t belong to them. Azriel landed by her side, her shadows protecting them from anyone who tried to get close.

“They have a fucking armada. I saw Tarquin going there but there’s no way he can get rid of them alone.” He warned.

“Fuck!” Y/N cursed, and he felt someone approaching them. His eyes landed on the blonde male from the Bloody Moon ritual, the one who had upset her.

“Look at what we have here, the bastard and his bitch.” Luther spat. “I was looking for you.” He pointed at her.

“This is going to be good.” Azriel smilled.

Y/N stepped out of the shadows removing her helmet and retrieving them, she wanted to kill him with her pure force, not with her magic. She assumed a fighting instance, discarding her sword and going for a dagger instead.

“Hopefully your uncle is waiting for you in hell.” The male lunged for her, she spun to the side, getting out of the way, the sword cut the air, and she kicked him. His swords clashed against her dagger, and he punched her nose, blood pouring out of it.

“How does it feel?” She asked. “To always be beneath me? Never being able to be better than me, even if you tried so fucking hard.” He aimed for her once more, and she dodged, sweat ran down her forehead as she kept dodging and punching him sometimes.

They were both bloodied and panting. “Having to see everyone choose me, over and over again? Knowing you would never be good enough and that your name didn’t matter.” Luther screamed in fury. “That I earned my position and that a simple female will always be better than you.”

Luther descended his sword upon her, she rolled on the ground, quickly getting to her feet and impaling him with her dagger. Blood poured from his mouth. She held his shoulder, her eyes boring into his as life slowly faded from his body.

“It’s a shame that you chose this, we would be really good friends.” The male groaned and she let him fall. Turning to Azriel, he pulled her close to him.

“It’s okay now.” He reassured her, handing her the helmet and saying his goodbye, flying back to the battle.

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“The people from our court can see better in the dark, one of the perks of being born in the shadows.” Azriel thought, finding her again after twenty minutes apart. Her words ringed in his head, clear as the bright sky above his head. The plan formed in his mind and something in his chest told him that she would understand without the need of communications. So he did.

His wings flapped faster, making him go higher in the sky, so high that he could almost touch the sun, his syphons glowed, a bright cobalt light coming from them as his shadows moved in awe, waiting for what he was about to do. He knew where she was, and with all his power singing in his veins, his shadows descending upon the earth, engulfing her and at least 20 soldiers from Hybern that were surrounding her. The last thing he saw was the smirk on her face as the shadows covered their bodies until they disappeared in the black mist.

She felt them before she saw them, her sword hitting another one, as she defended herself, from the corner of her eyes, she saw the black shadows behind her, eager to get to her, brushing her face in between her helmet as they formed a dome around her and the enemy’s soldiers. She blinked, her eyes easily adjusting to the dark, she was quick to end with the man she was already in a fight with, while the others walked around in the dark, trying to see something.

They stumbled around blindly wandering, not being able to leave the mist wall that surrounded them. She smirked, walking around, her feet silent as she walked on the soft grass, the first, she cut his abdomen open with her sword, the armour they were using not that effective against the weapon that the witches had blessed, her blade screeched as she dragged it against the metal, cutting through it like butter, the man screamed in agony, the blood splashing on her own armour, the others assumed a defensive stance, not knowing where to aim or what to expect.

She ran, silent as a ghost, all the soldier could feel was the slightly change in the wind and the whistle of her sword, the weapon sharp, cutting through the air and the flesh of one of the soldiers, his head flying away as she already got ready to defend the blind blows they tried to land, their bodies bumped into each other, the metal cackling as they did so. She pierced the skull of one of them, with her dagger while her sword pierced the chest of another.

One by one, they fell, their blood running down her armour was the only resemblance of that they were even alive someday, she walked out of the shadows, the mist dissipating behind her, the blood pooled around the bodies, their horrid expressions marred their faces forever as she walked away. Azriel knew she could do it, but he couldn’t help the pride that filled his chest as he saw her walking out, blood covering her from head to toe, she looked in his direction. And that was when she felt it.

The bond snapping into place.

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