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Sitting in his lap as you hungrily make out, hands gripping his shoulders as you press together as one.

He whines as you pull away, gripping your hips to bring you closer, "Where...?"

Both of you are breathless from kissing, lips covered in saliva from having your tongues down each other's throats.

With a cheeky grin, you reach down between your bodies, your hand hovering over his length, leaning closer, and you whisper playfully to his lips. "Up!" You teasingly coax.

You rub your nose against his as both of your bodies heat as the weight of his hard cock now presses against your hand, "Good boy." You coo.

"Oh, come now..." He groans as you press your palm into his cock through his clothes.

"What?" You hum, rubbing your palm up and down the outline of his arousal, "It listens to me—like you."

[surielstea]

Shun the Light

Requested by @dee-writes-smut

Pairing: Helion x Fem!Reader

Summary: Helion has been attempting to get reader into his bed for years now, what happens when she finally gives in?

Warnings: smut | minors dni | fingering | p in v | creampie | controlled orgasm | dom/sub dynamics | so much banter | so much smut | they break a table | they do it on the floor | probably a lot more

A. Note: I think this is the longest fic I’ve ever posted so apologies for the wild word count, but also most of this is smut so you’re very welcome ;)

9.6k words.

Sitting in a large, worn leather chair positioned in a secluded corner of the library, I was half-hidden by towering shelves of books. The room was steeped in quiet, interrupted only by the occasional creak of the shelves under their heavy load or the soft turning of a page. The smell of old parchment mingled with the lingering scent of rich mahogany and leather—a sanctuary of knowledge and peace. And yet, even here, there was no escaping the High Lord.

"You've been avoiding me." Helion's voice cut through the tranquil silence with a casual grace, as he rounded one of the shelves that had been sheltering me. His amber eyes gleamed mischievously as he approached, a book tucked under his muscular arm. I highly doubted it was for actual reading.

"And you've been following me," I replied dryly, eyes fixed on my book. The words on the page blurred slightly, my pulse quickening from the mere presence of him.

"This is my personal library," he countered smoothly, leaning against the shelf, his broad frame casting a shadow over me. His proximity was a cage, yet the alcove still felt oddly cozy. "I'd say you're the one hoping to run into me." He gestured at the books surrounding us, a small portion of his vast collection, his smile all too knowing. "Besides, I happen to like reading."

The soft, golden light from a nearby lamp warmed the deep brown of his skin, making him look almost otherworldly as if carved from the light itself. I forced myself to stay calm, sinking deeper into the chair as I replied, "What book is that, then?" My chin jerked toward the novel he held so proudly, though I leaned back, attempting to appear indifferent.

With one of his signature smirks, Helion pulled the book from under his arm, holding it out like a grand reveal. "The Art of Seduction," he mused, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Subtle," I muttered, tossing him a glare before trying to lose myself in my own book again. The pages held nothing for me, not while Helion loomed over me with that look in his eyes. That ever-present challenge.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't leave. "Thought I could brush up on my skills, seeing as you seem so indifferent to my irresistible charm," he chimed, far too pleased with himself as he slid into the chair directly in front of mine, uninvited.

I narrowed my eyes, fighting back the heat rising in my cheeks. "Really? Out of every seat in this library, you choose that one?"

He shrugged, his casual air too relaxed for someone invading my space. "Well, you've stolen my usual one, so I must make do with lesser options." His lips twitched, eyes gleaming with amusement as he cracked open the book he clearly had no intention of reading, propping his feet up on the low table between us.

I stared, incredulous. "They're the same chair."

Helion gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod, his eyes flashing with humor. "True, but that one smells like me."

I froze for a moment, my fingers going still against the soft leather of the armrest. The faint, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and bergamot swirled around me, and I cursed inwardly. It was familiar, inescapable, and frustratingly warm, like the High Lord himself. My gaze flicked up to his, and for the first time, he seemed genuinely absorbed in his book, a small line forming between his brows as if the words were the most fascinating thing in the world.

I had to stifle a laugh at the sight. I wasn't sure he'd ever actually read a single page of his vast collection, yet there he was, looking like a scholar lost in study.

We fell into a comfortable silence—Helion reading, or pretending to read, and me half-heartedly flipping through my book, both of us mirroring each other, our feet propped up on the table in an unspoken truce. The moment felt oddly peaceful, and for a brief second, I allowed myself to enjoy it.

But, of course, it didn't last.

Only a few moments later, Helion shut his book with a soft thud, and I felt his foot nudge mine from across the table. I resisted the urge to respond, cursing his long limbs and moving my legs out of his reach, but he persisted—sending a glare of sunlight directly into my line of sight, making it nearly impossible to read.

"Would you stop that?" I snapped, lowering my book and glaring at him from beneath my brows. He only grinned, looking far too pleased with himself.

"What book is that?" he asked as if the answer mattered.

I sighed. "Some random one I found on the shelves." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth, either.

"Sunshine," he drawled, his voice like velvet as he leaned forward slightly, "I've read every book in this library. That one, I'm not familiar with."

I ignored him, focusing back on my book, though I wasn't reading a single word. The heat from his gaze felt palpable, like sunlight warming my skin.

"What is it?" he pressed again, his voice dripping with faux curiosity. His fingers twitched, and I braced myself as yet another glare of sunlight angled right into my eyes.

"I'm not telling," I muttered, holding up my forearm to shield my face from the assault.

Helion chuckled softly. "I'm commanding you to tell me, as High Lord," he said, the playful light still dancing at his fingertips.

"Why do you care so much?" I grumbled, slamming my book shut with an exaggerated huff.

He leaned back, eyes never leaving mine. "I wish to know what could possibly be more interesting than me." His smirk widened as if the very thought was inconceivable.

I said nothing, my silence was the only answer I was willing to give.

"How about a bet?" he suggested, the gleam in his eyes unmistakable. "If I can make you smile in the next five minutes, you have to tell me what you're reading."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "And if you lose?"

Helion's smirk softened into something more sincere. "I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night."

A tempting offer. I considered it for a moment, imagining a night of uninterrupted reading, free from his constant prattling.

"Deal. Five minutes," I said, returning to my book.

For a while, Helion was silent, the ticking clock in my mind counting down the seconds. But knowing him, he probably believed he didn't need the full-time—that one well-timed sentence would be enough.

"You look adorable with your nose stuffed in a book," he murmured, breaking the silence. His voice was softer now, more intimate, like a confession shared in the quiet of a night.

I rolled my eyes. "That's usually what people do in a library."

Helion's smile widened. "And yet, I find myself much more interested in studying you."

"Why don't you leave me alone and go read your book? Maybe you'll learn how to actually charm me," I shot back, trying to ignore the way his words made my pulse race.

"I could recite poetry and still fall short," he sighed dramatically as if I truly had him beat.

Despite myself, a smile tugged at my lips at the absurdity of it all.

"There it is," he marveled, his voice a soft victory.

My fleeting smile turned into a scowl. "That doesn't count. I was smiling at the thought of you leaving me alone."

Helion laughed. "A smile is a smile." He extended his hand, eyes glinting. "So, show me the book."

I look down to the page I was on—to the very erotic scene playing out that I hadn't even realized was happening, too busy pretending to read when he was talking to me to even realize.

"I—no," I murmur, slamming my book shut.

"We had a deal, so unless you want to have permanent bargain tattoos with me, I suggest you hand it over." He quipped and I frowned at the idea of something so permanent on my body being associated with him.

"Fine," I grumble, holding the book out to him with a string of grumbled curses. He takes the book, his fingers brushing over mine—the touch shooting rays of warmth up my arm. I shake it off and settle back into my chair which smelt so strongly of him.

Helion crosses his ankle over his knee, reclining back in his chair with the casual confidence that seems permanently etched into his being. His long, golden fingers lazily flip over my book, turning it to read the back. I watch as his brow arches and the corner of his mouth tugs upward.

"Reading about me, are we?" His voice breaks the silence, low and teasing, pulling my attention from my own thoughts. His gaze flickers up to mine, gleaming with amusement.

My head tilts in confusion, a frown forming. "It's not about you. How self-centered can you possibly get?" I scoff, reaching for the book with a frustrated hand, but he pulls it just out of reach with an effortless motion.

"A king falling for his emissary?" he continues, ignoring my protest. His fingers tap against the page in emphasis. "Sounds familiar, no?"

His eyes, molten gold in the dim library light, lock with mine, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. My pulse quickens, not from the question itself, but from the look on his face—the playful way he studies me like I'm a puzzle to be solved.

"My book, Helion," I demand, extending my arm towards him, though it feels like a futile gesture. He watches me closely, a cat toying with its prey.

"In a moment." He waves off my request with a casual flick of his hand, settling deeper into the oversized chair that barely manages to hold his broad frame. He opens the book, his eyes landing right on the page marked by my ribbon. My heart stutters in my chest. No, no, no. He's going to read that part. I freeze, eyes wide as I watch his expression for any sign of disgust or, worse, judgment.

But there's nothing. His lips curl into a slow smile, amusement dancing in his gaze. "This is far better than I could have ever imagined," he purrs, a wicked light entering his eyes as he lets the book fall closed and tosses it onto the table between us, entirely unbothered.

"I'm doing a book club with the Valkyries. It wasn't my first choice," I mumble quickly, snatching the book back from the table. My fingers are trembling slightly, and I hope he doesn't notice. The truth is, I was mortified.

Helion, of course, doesn't seem fazed by my embarrassment. "No need to defend yourself. Although," he leans back with a leisurely stretch, his muscles rippling beneath his tunic, "I have an entire shelf of erotica in the back that's much better written. And doesn't use words like 'velvet-wrapped steel.'"

Heat floods my cheeks, a fierce blush creeping up my neck. "Shouldn't you be doing High Lord stuff?" I grumble, trying to deflect, my mortification reaching new heights. "Not pestering me?"

"My court is asleep." He shrugs as if the affairs of his court are a mere inconvenience. "Nothing happens in the Day Court after the sun goes down." He huffs like it's a travesty, though there's a gleam in his eye suggesting he prefers it that way. "Well, nothing for the public eye anyway," he adds with a sultry grin, his eyes darkening, his voice dripping with innuendo.

I roll my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "You still have land to rule. People to govern. They don't disappear just because they're asleep." I remind him, though I can't help but let my gaze flicker to the strong line of his jaw, the way his dimples deepen when he smiles.

"Delegation, my dear," he responds, his tone infuriatingly smug. "The key to any successful leader."

"If only you could delegate your need for constant attention," I shoot back, offering a sweet smile that hides my annoyance.

His shoulders slump in an exaggerated show of disappointment, his hand dramatically pressed to his chest. "Well, that just wouldn't work. There's only one person I want attention from."

The weight of his words hangs in the air, the meaning unmistakable. My heart skips a beat, my pulse fluttering in my throat as I force myself to remain calm. I can feel his gaze roaming over me like he's waiting for me to react. My eyes flick over his form, all lean muscle and rich, sun-kissed skin that practically glows in the warm library light. Everything about him radiates confidence—dangerous, seductive confidence.

"And I'm sure she's flattered," I say dryly, snapping my gaze away from his broad chest. "Too bad she's not here to distract you." I shift in my seat, trying to appear unbothered by the way his eyes are lingering on me, though I feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

Helion tilts his head, watching me with that same predatory amusement, as though he's enjoying a game only he knows the rules to. His forearms rest on his spread thighs, and gods, those thighs. I can't help but glance, at his muscles thick and defined. His deep chuckle pulls my attention back to his face.

"Oh, she's here," he muses, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "She just needs to stop pretending I'm not the most interesting thing in this library."

I open my mouth to respond, to shoot back some biting retort, but I'm momentarily speechless, my heart beating a little too fast. Instead, I huff and bury my nose in the book, determined to ignore him. It's unprofessional. He's the High Lord. And I'm his emissary. Even entertaining the idea of his flirting is toeing a dangerous line. Besides, I know Helion's reputation. I'm not interested in being just another conquest, no matter how much he seems to enjoy teasing me.

But gods, he makes it difficult.

"Stop glaring at that book." His voice breaks into my thoughts again, his tone laced with amusement. "Either you're about to throw it into a fire, or you're thinking about something else entirely."

I glance up at him, eyes narrowing. "I'm thinking about how much quieter it would be in here without you."

"This is a library, you know?" I add, flipping a page in a show of indifference.

"Yes, but this library is only open to the public during the daytime. Except for those permitted access." He reclines even further, his fingers interlacing behind his head as he watches me, that maddening grin still plastered on his face.

"And if someone with clearance is in here with you, disrupting their quiet?" I tilt my head at him, matching his smug expression.

He mirrors the movement. "Everyone with clearance is already here. Not even the librarians can come in after hours."

I blink, my mind catching up with his words. And then it hits me. "I'm the only one with permission, aren't I?" My voice comes out soft, the realization settling in.

"Took you long enough," he grins, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight.

"And how many women did this trick work on?" I grumble, my suspicion growing, even as my pulse quickens under his gaze.

"Just you," he says, and for once, the cocky smile falters into something more sincere.

I snort in disbelief. "It hasn't worked yet," I retort, though my voice sounds weaker than I'd like.

"Yet?" He arches a brow, his gaze flickering over me, daring me to challenge him.

My lips press into a thin line, and I bury myself back in my book, hiding behind the pages. "Go away, Helion." My voice comes out more of a plea than an order, and I curse myself for how breathless it sounds.

"I don't want you to miss me." His tone is snarky, yet something told me he genuinely believed what he was saying. I force myself not to look at him, to not fall for whatever game he's playing.

"Nonsense," I murmur, my cheeks burning. "I'd be too busy enjoying the peace."

Helion sighs dramatically, though there's a glimmer of laughter in his voice. "I'm not sure you're capable of quiet when I'm around. You always have something to say."

He's right, of course, and that's what infuriates me the most. No matter how much I want to ignore him, I can't. There's something about him that pulls the words right out of me.

"It's called defending myself from your constant attempts at flirting," I snap, though I don't dare look up, knowing he's probably biting back another smile.

"And here I was thinking we were bonding." His voice drops, laced with a dark, rich amusement. I glance up just in time to see him run a hand down his thigh, slow and deliberate, as though daring me to watch.

"This is what you call bonding?" I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the tension in the air almost unbearable. "I call it you trying—and failing—to charm me."

"Oh please," he laughs softly, his smile widening. "You've been charmed by me since the day we met. Don't think I haven't noticed the looks you've been sneaking all night."

His words land like a punch to the gut, and I flush, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. I can't tell if I'm mortified because he caught me or because I was staring at all.

"You think too highly of yourself," I mutter, sinking deeper into the chair as if it could swallow me whole. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing how flustered I am.

Helion only leans closer, his voice softening, turning almost serious. "You're the only one who thinks too lowly of me."

The sudden shift in his tone catches me off guard, and for the first time tonight, I meet his gaze fully. There's no teasing, no playful glint. Just him, watching me with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs.

I truly tried to focus on what I was reading, but his lingering gaze on me was going to drive me wild. Somehow that stare spoke louder than any words he could've said. He was offering me the silence I wanted, while simultaneously pushing me to insanity. Surely I couldn't get mad at him for simply observing? Yet here I was, nearly fuming at the way he tracked each of my movements.

Eventually, I grow sick of his ogling, so I snap my book closed and turn to him with narrowed eyes. Stop looking at me like that," I order, pushing myself up from the chair that had all but swallowed me. It's identical to the one Helion has turned into his makeshift throne, yet somehow, he manages to own his space with ease.

"Like what?" He rises with me, and I have to crane my neck just to maintain eye contact. Even that, the way I have to look up at him, feels like some small concession.

I stare at him, his features softened by the glow of the candlelight. His usual smirk is nowhere to be seen, and his golden eyes hold no trace of the lust or amusement I've come to expect from him. Instead, they're filled with something even more dangerous—reverence. He looks at me like I'm more than just a passing amusement, more than just a fleeting fancy. Like I'm something precious.

"Like I'm more than just a game to you," I shake my head, tearing my gaze away. The weight of his stare is too much. I toss the book in my hands onto the coffee table with more force than necessary and stride past him, desperate to escape the suffocating tension of our little alcove. I don't trust myself to stay there, not with him looking at me like that.

"You think this is a game?" His voice follows me as I make my way through the dim, quiet library. It's empty, save for the two of us, but somehow, his presence alone fills every corner.

"Isn't it?" I shoot back, unwilling to turn and face him. The memory of his gaze burns too fresh in my mind. "Your reputation for women precedes you, Helion." The words slip out harsher than I intended. It's a low blow, bringing up his past like this, but I need him to understand why I can't—why I shouldn't.

I expect him to brush it off, but instead, he's beside me in a flash, walking in step as though he belongs at my side. "You think I would chase after a female for three years just for sex?" His voice is surprisingly calm, but there's a thread of frustration woven into it. "I've been rejected before, and I always respect it."

I stop in my tracks, staring up at him with creased brows. "Then what makes me so different?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. It's a question I've been avoiding for months, maybe longer. Because deep down, I'm afraid of the answer. I'm afraid of what it might mean—for both of us.

Helion doesn't hesitate. "Because you feel it too." He steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate. The air between us crackles with unspoken tension, and yet I don't move. "This thing between us, you delight in it just as much as I do."

He takes another step forward, closing the distance, and my back hits the bookshelf behind me. Trapped, my breath hitches, but I refuse to show any sign of retreat.

"I'm not going to be another girl you charm for a night and forget by morning," I whisper, my voice barely holding steady. It's a quiet confession, more to myself than to him.

Helion's hand comes up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheek with an unbearable tenderness. "I wouldn't forget you," he murmurs, shaking his head as if the very idea is absurd.

The proximity is overwhelming now. His warmth radiates off him, pulling me in, and my resolve—what little remains—begins to crumble. My body betrays me, my hands itching to touch him, to feel the strength in the muscles I've tried not to think about for so long.

"Helion,” I murmur, his name a warning, or maybe a plea. I don't even know anymore.

His gaze drops to my lips, his thumb never stopping its gentle, maddening caress. "Tell me, what keeps you from me?" he asks softly, his breath mingling with mine.

My throat tightens, and I remind myself of all the reasons this is a terrible idea. "I would hate myself if I became another one of your conquests." The words come out softer than I intend, laced with the fear I've been trying so hard to suppress.

But Helion doesn't back away. He doesn't laugh or brush it off. Instead, he leans in closer, his voice low and rough. "You're not. And even if you were—with the amount of time I've had to think about you, it'd take months to cross everything I want to do to you off the list." His lips ghost over mine, the barest hint of a touch that sets my skin ablaze.

"Helion," I repeat, the name a broken caution.

"Tell me to stop, I will." He promises, his voice raw with need. He inches closer, only a hairsbreadth away. "Tell me." He whispers, lips ghosting over mine.

I didn't have it in myself to tell him to stop, to even push him away. I wanted this, needed this. I surged upwards and closed the distance between us.

For three years he had been taunting me, teasing me with pretty words and suggestive smiles, and now I was finally giving him what he wanted—and what I have secretly been wanting far longer than he suspects, and it was everything I could've hoped for.

My back pressed harder into the shelf behind me as his chest met mine, while his hands, warm and firm wrapped around my hips, drawing me closer until there was no space between us. My body betrayed my mind, my thoughts warning me to stop, to end this before it was too late, but my hands were running down his muscles chest I've been craving to feel for years, my fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic and pulling him into me, deepening our kiss.

Every touch sent sparks skittering across my skin, and for a moment I allowed myself to drown in him, in the heat of him, his scent, the way he kissed me like he might never get the chance again.

His hands traveled from my hips, beneath my shirt to grip my waist—and the feel of his calloused hands on my bare skin was enough to send me reeling. The kiss grew more frantic, more desperate. His skilled tongue explored every possible inch of my mouth, and I allowed it, reveling in the way he so eagerly tasted me.

When I finally pulled away, breaking our kiss, our breaths coming in ragged gasps I stared up into his dilated pupils, the playful spark I was used to seeing there replaced by something deeper, something that sent both a jolt of fear and excitement through me. He was staring down at me like I was the only thing in the room—hel, like I was the only thing that mattered.

He leans closer, placing an all-too-gentle kiss on the expanse just below my ear. "Helion," I echoed, my fists still clenching his shirt.

"Yeah?" He uttered, his breath hot against my skin as he slowly trailed his lips down my jaw.

"We shouldn't, we can't," I sigh breathlessly, my hand weaving into his hair, tilting my head, allowing him to deepen his kiss.

"Who said?" He murmurs into my skin.

"It isn't professional," I say between breaths, my pulse rapidly fluttering, his tongue flicking over it playfully.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked, pulling away to look me in the eyes and the loss of his contact made something inside me ache.

"I—no, gods no," I profess, my hands wrapping around the back of his neck.

"Then I don't care if it's professional, let me give you what you need," He whispered, his lips brushing mine. "Alright?"

I don't reply, and instead crash his lips onto mine once more, the rest of my defenses crumbling at the action. The kiss was hungrier this time, more demanding. I gave in fully as his tongue found its way into my mouth yet again, my chest arching into his as his hands slipped down to cup the back of my thighs, tapping me twice as a silent command to jump. I did exactly as he wished, wrapping my legs around his torso as he supported me, his touch traveled higher to cradle me by the curve of my ass. He smiled into the kiss, even in the heat of the moment his cocky grin manages to make an appearance.

He pushes off the shelf, blindly guiding us through the shelves and to the center of the empty library, where tables fill the area. He placed me down on the edge of the center table, his hands leaving my backside in favor of exploring new, untouched areas. Heat races through my veins as his hands trailed to the hem of my skirt, slipping beneath it without hesitation, his thumb grazing against the seam of my panties.

"Wait," I pant against his lips and his hand freezes. "Not here," I murmured, pecking his lips softly.

"It's just us in here, remember?" He reassured me when I pulled away, kissing my forehead. "Just us." His lips brush against my skin as he repeats the words and I can feel my resolve slipping. There was no more room for doubt, no more room for fear. All that existed was an overwhelming need to have him, to feel him in every way possible, to lose myself entirely in him until I didn't know where he ended and where I began.

"Just us," I echo, nodding slowly.

"We can stop," He said, despite how clearly he wanted this and was desperate for this.

"No, Helion don't stop," I connect our lips once more, allowing my legs to fall open farther, inviting him.

He forced himself to pull away, to restrain himself from me for just a moment longer. "You're okay with this, then?" He rasped, eyes pure gold.

"Yes," I answered. "Gods, yes." I pulled him into me, his hips meeting mine. His grin turned almost wolfish, primal as he tore through my skirt like it was nothing, discarding the fabric. He pulled me to the very edge of the table, his hands rubbing higher up my thighs, tracing the seam of my panties. I gasped as he pressed two fingers onto my clothed folds, just the right amount of pressure, not enough to get any real gratification from—but gods it still felt good. He smirks against my lips as he feels the damp spot forming on the cloth and I flush in embarrassment.

"I haven't even touched you," He noted aloud, deepening my blush. "Tell me, baby, were you this wet when I was simply talking to you?" He utters between kisses and I fight the urge to sneer at him.

"Do you ever shut up?" I ask, my question genuine. He responds with a searing kiss, which did in fact quiet him.

He couldn't control himself any longer, not with my hands roaming his back, my lips on his. He tore through my undergarments in a similar fashion to my skirt, tossing the wet fabric somewhere unimportant to me. He pulled back from our kiss, and I tugged at his bottom lip to stop him from leaving but he ignored my silent complaint, only to peer down at the apex of my thighs.

He grunted at the sight, his forehead meeting mine as he swiped two fingers through my embarrassingly wet core, his fingers coming back dripping. I throbbed for more, letting out a quiet moan as his thumb came down onto my clit, my head tilted back in ecstasy as he began circling it, his skillful touch setting my skin on fire as his middle finger traced my dripping entrance. I bucked slightly, leaning on my hands behind me as I lifted my hips for more friction.

He chuckled breathlessly, the sound humiliating, while simultaneously making me crave him so much more.

He didn't make me wait long before his own restraint snapped, letting go of that leash he had been gripping so tightly and pushing two of his fingers inside of me.

I moaned at the stretch, louder this time, relishing in the way his calloused fingers scraped against my walls, fitting me around him so perfectly.

He grunted at the sound of my moans, his pace unrelenting as his fingers thrust into me repeatedly, deep and slow. The pressure building inside me had my legs trembling as I spread them wider for him, silently begging for more.

"That's it," he rasped into my open mouth, his voice hoarse with desire. "Doing so well for me." His words were like kindling to the fire already raging in my core, my entire body aching for release. I could barely find the breath to respond, only able to whimper his name.

I bit my lip as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot that had me seeing stars. My eyes squeezed shut, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as I tried to hold on, trying not to fall apart too soon, but he didn't seem to like that idea.

His other hand moved up my body, pulling the fabric of my shirt open to expose my breasts. He skillfully unclasped my bra, disposing of it just as he did with the rest of my clothes, leaving me entirely bare. He wasted no time in leaning down and capturing one of my peaked nipples between his teeth. The added sensation had my whole body jerking forward, my fingers tangling in his hair as I gasped.

"Yeah? You like that?" he muttered against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down my spine. I nodded frantically, unable to form words, as his fingers pumped into me with precision, his thumb pressing down on my clit, moving in tight circles that had me trembling on the edge of oblivion.

I was so close, so damn close, but I didn't want it to end just yet. I tugged on his hair, trying to pull him away from my breast, but he didn't budge. If anything, he seemed encouraged by the way my body was reacting to him, his fingers moving faster, his tongue flicking over my nipple with maddening strokes.

"Gods," I moaned, my head tilting back towards the vaulted ceiling, towards the sky and everything beyond, praying for relief, for that sweet, euphoric high. "Helion—m'close," I confess through a whimper, feeling my body reach its ascent.

"You going to beg for it?" He purred, pulling away from my breast, peering up at me.

"What?" I utter, too lost in my pleasure to even wrap my head around the thought.

"Beg for it." He repeats. "Beg for me to let you come." He reiterates, his voice low, sultry. My arousal increases, I must've been dripping into his hand.

"I'm not—fuck," I hiss as he curves his fingers into that sensitive spot, but not enough pressure to push me over the edge, he was toying with me. "Not g'na beg," I murmur, my body betraying me by trembling under his touch.

"No? Still not ready to admit how needy you are for me?" He tutted, seeming almost disappointed. The tone was degrading in itself, enough to send me reeling—but then his fingers were pulling out of me and he had no intention of thrusting them back in.

I gasped, my resolve shattering as I bucked my hips up desperately. "No—no please," I give in, my body aching for him to fill me again. "Helion, please—"

I stare through low-lidded eyes as a smile slowly spreads across his sensuous lips. "Please what? Tell me what you want."

"Wanna come, please I've needed this for so long," My breath hitched, it was hard to dig the words I've kept buried so deep back up, to confess them not only to him but to myself as well. "I've needed you, for so long."

He leans closer, pecking my lips softly, in such a tender way it made me forget about everything else, about what the court might think, about my fear of being just another game to him. It was only us, connected in every way possible.

"There she is," He pulled back from my lips. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" He teased between kisses.

"Helion, please, can I?" I whine, the sound so pitiful I barely recognize it as my own.

"Go ahead love, come on my hand." He rasped, and just like that, the world shattered around me. My orgasm tore through me like a storm, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into the corded muscle there as he coaxed me through every second of it, his fingers never stopping, pushing me higher, deeper into bliss.

When I finally came down, my body limp and trembling, he pulled his fingers from me, his eyes dark with lust as he brought them to his lips. He licked them clean, tasting me with a low, satisfied groan that sent another pulse of heat through me.

"You taste better than I imagined," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, making me shiver despite the warmth still radiating from my core.

But before I could catch my breath, he was already pulling off his clothes, his eyes locked on mine with a hunger that made my heart race all over again.

"You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" he asked, his grin returning as he tugged his pants down, his hardened cock springing free. My eyes widened at the sight, and for a second I debated if he'd even fit.

"Now," he whispered, guiding me off the table so I could plant my feet solidly on the ground. His voice sent a thrill down my spine as he said, "Be a good girl and bend over the table f'me, yeah?"

I slowly turned my back to him, my legs shaky from the intense pleasure still coursing through me, his hands never left my body. They trailed down my sides, strong and possessive, igniting embers of anticipation in their wake. His touch alone had me quivering, but the look in his eyes—dark, feral—made my pulse quicken.

I bent over the table as instructed, the cool wood pressing against my flushed skin. The vulnerable position made my blood heat, but excitement flared deep inside me, mixing with the lingering ache of desire. His breath was hot against my ear as he leaned over me, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his fingers trailing teasingly down my spine before settling on my hips, pinning them in place. "So eager to please."

I could hear the sound of his breath hitching, and feel the tension in the air as he lined himself up behind me, his tip nudging at my entrance. I bit my lip, expectancy tightening my body.

He pushed forward slowly, torturously so, letting me feel every inch as he stretched me. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, and my own whimper joined it, the sensation overwhelming, leaving no room for thought, only the feeling of him filling me completely.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, hands gripping my hips tighter. "So, so tight." His voice sent a wave of need through me, the table was too long for me to find any leverage, I was left stranded between the polished wood and his broad chest, unable to steady myself.

With an impatient, sharp snap of his hips, he pushed into me deeper, granting a gasp from my lips. The suddenness of it sent a shudder through me, pleasure curling through my body in response. He leaned over me again, his mouth grazing my ear. "You feel so good," he rasped, his voice a mixture of lust and satisfaction as he began to move, each thrust deep and slow, drawing out every bit of sensation until I was trembling beneath him.

I couldn't help the moans that slipped past my lips as he built a rhythm, each movement of his hips driving me higher, closer to the edge once again. My back bowed, pressing into his chest and deepening the angle of him, the sensation eliciting a noiseless scream from me.

His hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me back to meet each of his thrusts. Every movement was deliberate, slow but devastatingly deep, as though he wanted me to feel every inch of him, to memorize the way he stretched me, and filled me so completely. The pressure was maddening, making my body tremble beneath him, a delicious torment that left me teetering on the edge but not quite enough to tip over.

His pace quickened, the drag of him inside me was almost too much to bear, and yet not enough all at once. His hands were gripping me so tightly I was sure there would be bruises by morning, but the thought only made me hotter, the idea of his marks on me driving me wild.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, each slap punctuated by our ragged breaths. My nails dug into the table's edge, desperate for something to anchor myself to, but every time I thought I could catch my breath, he would change the angle just slightly, hitting that spot deep inside me that sent white-hot pleasure shooting through my veins.

"You sound so perfect moaning my name," He murmured beside my ear. "So fucking perfect for me." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a molten heat spreading through my core. My body was caught in the rhythm he set, each thrust rocking me against the wood of the table, it creaked beneath us, but it was his ragged breaths and the low, guttural sounds he made that had my heart racing, my need climbing higher and higher.

He shifted his grip, one hand moving from my hip to slide up my spine, tracing a line of fire until it fisted into my hair, pulling my head back just enough for his lips to make contact with the most sensitive spot on my neck, sucking on the area hard. "I want to hear you," he demanded, voice low and rough against my throat. "I want to hear you fall apart for me."

I moaned loudly in response, the sound raw, desperate, as his hand tugged harder, pulling my back into a deeper arch. My entire body was taut, every nerve lit up under his command. His other hand slid around to my front, fingers finding the aching bundle of nerves between my legs, circling it with relentless precision.

The duel stimulation nearly broke me. My body jerked beneath him, every muscle tightening as I fought to hold back, but it was a losing battle. The pressure was building again, faster this time, harder, threatening to unravel me completely.

"That's it," he murmured, his fingers speeding up in sync with his thrusts. "I can feel you, baby. You're close, aren't you? So close to coming all over my cock."

I was. I was so desperate, I could hardly think, my mind a haze of nothing but him—his voice, his hands, his cock twitching inside me. My breaths came out in shallow gasps, each one forced from me by the sensation of his fingers working me toward the brink.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice like gravel, rough and impatient. "Let go."

I shattered around him. My body tensed as the orgasm ripped through me, pleasure crashing down in waves so intense it left me trembling and breathless. I cried out, the sound broken and uninhibited, my walls clenching tightly around him as I came harder than I thought possible.

He groaned in response, feeling my pulse around him, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release. His thrusts grew erratic, rougher, until finally, with a deep, guttural moan, he followed me over the edge, spilling into me with a few last powerful thrusts that left us both gasping for breath.

For a moment, we stayed like that, bodies entwined, both of us panting and spent. His hands, once gripping me with unrelenting force, now softened, running soothingly over my hips and sides. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of my neck, and I shivered, still coming down from the high, my legs weak and trembling.

Ever so slowly he pulled out of me, his warm hands guiding me upright. I trembled, my arms shaking as I used them to hold myself up. I leaned against the table as I turned around to face him, my cheeks flushed with exertion, my entire body heated with stimulation.

"Feeling alright?" He asks, his voice so gentle in contrast to his earlier roughness. I nod slowly, gripping the edge of the table behind me for support.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, nearly lovingly, then cups my cheek. I allow myself to lean into the touch, turning my head to place a soft kiss on his palm.

Something in his eyes changed then, something deeper than lust or need, and before I could stop myself I was wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck and slotting my mouth over his yet again.

My legs trembled as he kissed me, savored me so thoroughly like he'd never get sick of the taste. He noticed my unsteady stance and hoisted me back up onto the table, guiding me to lay down, sprawled for him.

The table creaked when he leaned on it and I grabbed his wrist, halting him. "The table won't hold both of us," I say breathlessly, especially not if he was going to push into me as rough as he was earlier.

"Then we'll move to the floor when it snaps." He smirks, crawling over me despite my warning, and I can't help but allow a feeling of excitement and arousal to flicker through me at the promise of his words.

He hovers over me, his hands beside my head as he hardens again, at just the sight of me, the thought of me bare beneath him, legs spread for his entrance. His sultry smirk widens as his tip brushes against my core. "Helion," I whimper, his name on my lips a prayer on its own. "Need you," I beg, my words no longer my own as eagerness for pleasure consumed me.

His gaze darkened, the hunger in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. He lowered his mouth to my neck, his lips grazing my skin in a teasingly slow path. "Say it again," he murmured, voice hoarse with need, the warmth of his breath making my pulse race beneath him.

I swallowed, my hands gripping his biceps as my chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate breaths. "Please," I whispered, tilting my head to give him better access, my body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Helion. I need you."

A groan escaped his throat, primal and possessive. He didn't make me wait any longer. With one swift, powerful thrust, he pushed into me, the sound of my gasp mingling with his low growl as he filled me completely. The table creaked louder beneath us, and I could feel its instability, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Helion moved with a steady, deep rhythm at first, his hips rolling as he gripped my waist with one hand, the other bracing himself beside my head. "You're perfect like this," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Desperate and moaning my name."

I could only whine in response, the delicious friction building inside me, pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust. He quickened his pace, the intensity rising, and I arched into him, wrapping my legs around his hips, desperate for more of him, all of him. The tension coiled tighter within me, the sound of our bodies colliding and the ragged breaths filling the room.

"Helion," My voice was barely a whisper, swallowed by the pleasure that rippled through me. His name left my lips again in a breathy plea, barely heard below the splintering of the table, and with another powerful thrust, one leg of the table snapped. He gathered me in his arms before we could go crashing, High Lord strength holding me upright, all while still nestled inside of me.

I was too focused on how good he was making me feel to think about the change of positions, too focused on how he was lifting me up and down on his cock, the quick pace making me release a string of needs.

He dropped to his knees, kneeling down and placing me on the carpeted floor, just as he promised.

He didn't relent in his thrusting despite the altering of position, he fucked me right through it, overwhelmed me with intense pleasure so I barely noticed it as well.

"So perfect, like you were made for me," he breathed, his voice thick with lust as he thrust deeper, each stroke igniting another wave of pleasure that threatened to drown me. I could feel every muscle in my body tensing, arching to meet him, lost in the rhythm he set.

I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as if I could merge our bodies even more completely. "Helion, please," I begged, the words spilling from my lips unbidden. "Don't stop. I'm so close."

His response was a low growl, and he quickened his pace, driving deeper, harder, as he captured my mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, his lips moving against mine as if he were trying to devour me whole. I could feel the way he was losing himself too, the need in his movements matching the frantic beating of my heart.

The carpet shifted beneath us— and I realized we no longer lay against the floor, but a soft mattress. Somewhere during our heated kiss he had winnowed us into what I assume was his bedroom, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoing off the walls. Helion's hands gripped my hips, guiding me as he thrust up into me, his movements unrelenting. Each thrust built until I was teetering on the edge of release.

"Just a little more," he encouraged, his breath hot against my ear. "I can feel you tightening around me. Let go, love." The endearment sent a thrill through me, urging me closer to the precipice.

"Helion!" I gasped, feeling the coil within me tighten to its breaking point. I surrendered completely, my body instinctively arching and clenching around him as I felt the wave crash over me. My orgasm hit with blinding force, washing over me in intense ripples of pleasure as I cried out, my body trembling in response.

He followed me over the edge, his own release spilling forth as he growled my name, the sound mingling with the rush of my own pleasure. Helion thrust a few more times, riding out both our climaxes, our bodies perfectly attuned to one another.

He finally pulled out of me, flipping down onto the mattress beside me. I rested my head against his shoulder, his hand slipped into mine, our fingers intertwining, feeling blissfully content, the world around us fading into the background as I savored the afterglow.

After a few moments, I giggled softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "I can't believe we broke a table."

He chucked breathlessly, the warm sound making a feeling bloom in my chest. "It never stood a chance," He replied.

"Literally," I added, eliciting another quiet laugh from him.

I turned onto my side, wrapping an arm around his bare torso, furrowing into his warmth.

I lay still, the warmth of his body fading as he pulled away, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. My heart raced with a mix of confusion and irritation as I watched him slip into his pants. "I thought I wasn't another conquest?" I muttered, my voice laced with hurt as I searched his eyes for the truth.

Helion paused, his expression shifting to one of genuine confusion. "You're not," he said, the sincerity in his tone softening the edges of my anger. But then I narrowed my eyes, my glare unwavering.

"Then where are you going?" I pressed, the question heavy on my heart.

A playful smile tugged at his lips, clearly amused by my reaction. "Would you have a little faith in me? I'm getting a cloth to clean you up," he reassured, turning toward the basin beside the window. I watched him wet a cloth, wringing it out with careful precision before making his way back to the bed.

My glare faltered, replaced by a rush of embarrassment as he returned to my side, settling beside me, I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and my breath hitched slightly at the intimacy of the moment. Helion gently dragged the damp cloth between my legs, his movements deliberate and tender, and I couldn't help but squirm under his touch.

"Helion," I murmured, feeling a rush of warmth flood my cheeks as he meticulously cleaned me. The sensation was both intimate and oddly soothing, and I found it hard to maintain my earlier annoyance. His focus was unwavering, his eyes intent on his task, and I couldn't help but appreciate how he handled me with such care.

"Relax," he said softly, glancing up at me as he continued his work. "I promise I'm not going anywhere." His gaze held mine, and I could see the genuine warmth and affection there, a stark contrast to the teasing persona he often wore.

I took a deep breath, the tension in my body slowly dissipating as I let his calm wash over me. "Okay," I finally replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I settled back against the pillows, allowing myself to enjoy this unexpected moment of intimacy. Helion finished cleaning me, his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"There," he said, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he tossed the cloth aside. "All clean."

I watch him discard the cloth in the laundry bin with casual grace as if he didn't just alter my entire perception of him. He moved into bed beside me, the mattress dipping with his weight. "You okay, love?" He murmured, tucking me into his carved chest. Again, with that nickname that sent a flutter through me, an endearing sensation I couldn't quite put into words.

I swallowed thickly, nodding as I sunk into his warmth, the kind comparable to the rays of the sun. "Mhm, just tired," I uttered.

"Rest, I'll be here in the morning," He murmured, his hand running down the length of my arm, tracing delicate patterns on my skin. I felt every gentle stroke like a whisper, a promise that anchored me to this newfound connection.

As I settled deeper into his embrace, the world outside faded away, and the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat became the lullaby that lulled me into sleep, a well-earned and deep one, his warmth cradling me into a blissful slumber.

I awoke at first light, my eyes fluttering open to the uncovered windows—the day court being worshippers of the sun, curtains were unheard of here, which made for a rough morning. But something about this morning, with the sun kissing my skin the way Helion had last night, it wasn't so bad.

I flip over, my back to the sun and my front to, perhaps something warmer.

He was awake, already staring at me with a slight smile on his lips. "Good morning," He whispered, his voice deepened by sleep.

"I suppose this is when I take my leave?" I murmur, but don't make any movement to leave. I didn't want to, I wanted to bathe in his sunlight for a little while longer.

He reaches over, his large hand spanning my waist and pulling me closer, encasing me into his broad shoulders and carved chest. "No, my dear, you're not going anywhere." He reassures, looking down at me with a darkened gaze, our foreheads pressed together and his nose brushing mine.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I feign annoyance, rolling my eyes.

He lets out a breathless laugh, leaning down into my neck and pressing his lips into the collection of marks he had left only last night. "You've no idea." He mumbled and I groaned playfully, grumbling a curse.

"Still pretending like you haven't completely fallen for me?" He prodded, the tip of his nose running up my neck.

"I didn't say that," I murmur, running a hand through his hair.

"So you have, fallen for me?" He teased, pulling away from my throat to peer up at me.

"Helion," I whine, my bottom lip protruding as I meet his gaze. "I can't stay here all day, now can I?"

"Who says you can't? The Day Court has no rules against me lounging in bed with beautiful women," He purred. "I've made sure of it." He added with a wink and I rolled my eyes.

"That doesn't sound like a very productive court," I remark, a smile pulling at my lips as I feel our usual banter slide back into place.

He hummed in thought, adjusting out position so his hips were between my legs, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his head on my chest. "Depends on what you consider productive." He mumbled into the cleavage of my breasts.

I scoffed, pulling at his hair and guiding him away from my chest. "You're insatiable," I grumble.

"You love it." He says with an all too confident wink.

"Maybe." I sigh, gripping his shoulder and flipping us over. "But what would your court say if they found out you were bedding your emissary?" I frown at the thought alone.

"I'm their High Lord, they can't say anything unless they wanted their tongues taken—" He suggests, while helping me into a more comfortable position, my head beside his on the pillow, our legs intertwined, my chest pressed against his. "Though I doubt any of them would say a word about you." He reassures, his hand coming to my jaw. "That is unless you wanted them to talk? If so I'd be happy to tell them the events of last night." He smirks and my cheeks glow red, heated beneath his touch.

"Modesty is one of your many virtues I see," I murmur, attempting to ignore my fluttering heartbeat.

"Of course." He gives me a look as if it was a well-known fact. "I'm the very picture of restraint and humility." He quips and I giggle, the sound making his breathing stall for a moment.

His gaze flickers down to mine, his brows slightly creased in conflict. "Stay." He whispered, leaning closer and pecking a kiss on my forehead. "Just a little longer." He added, his lips brushing about my skin.

I sighed, any lingering resolve melting away under his touch. "Just a little longer," I agreed, closing the distance between us as his lips met mine, slow and unhurried, as if the rest of the world could wait.

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Acotar Men Fic Recs

** Updated 03/07/2024 **

I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry

Rhysand

@azsazz

dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au

the lord's work - smut

if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader

just hold on - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass

what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader

lavender haze - fluff, suggestive

@tadpolesonalgae

mine - smut, check warnings!

knocked up - smut

vampire!rhysand drabble - smut

professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut

soothing - fluff, aftercare

@leafsandstarlight

easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut

@azrielbrainrot

my body keeps saying it's yours - smut

all over my skin - smut, rhys x reader x azriel

@writingsbychlo

home to us - fluff

rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?

@azrielscrown

mirror mirror - smut

daylight - fluff

@acourtofwhatthefuck

shrinking violet - smut

@shadowdaddies

if i catch you i fuck you - smut

@fieldofdaisiies

rhysand... - drabble, smut

Cassian

@azsazz

mirror mirror - smut

take it - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@tadpolesonalgae

on the strategy board - smut

pools of sunlight - fluff

@leafsandstarlight

halley's comet - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut - az x cass x reader

@fieldofdaisiies

cassian... - drabble

@illyrianbitch

words of affirmation - fluff

Eris

@acourtofmenandthirst

runaway - angst, smut

fox hunting - smut

closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au

smut blurb

smut blurb II

@leafsandstarlight

destiny's battleground - angst, smut

my lovely throne - smut

despite our differences - angst, smut, series

the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris

@tadpolesonalgae

servitude - smut

thumb prints - smut

@serpentandlily

sly fox, dumb bunny - series

@azsazz

the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut

soul on fire - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@azrielbrainrot

fire on fire - angst?

mind over matter - angst?

@gothicbabydollz

riding eris' face - smut, drabble

riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble

@honeybeefae

cauldron fated - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble

praise kink eris - smut, drabble

@fieldofdaisiies

eris' hands... - drabble

eris... - drabble

@theostrophywife

like you wanna be loved - fluff

Lucien

@tadpolesonalgae

solecist night - smut

@acourtofwhatthefuck

yell at me again - smut

personal problem - smut

the moon on a string - fluff

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut

drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)

@gothicbabydollz

dom lucien - smut, human!reader

@fieldofdaisiies

lucien... - smut

@ceoofyearning

say yes to heaven - fluff

Helion

@leafsandstarlight

a high lord's scholar - fluff

@tadpolesonalgae

new mechanisms - smut

sweet like peaches - smut

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Interruption

@sjmxreaderweek May 9th Prompt: Adventure/Home

Helion x Mate!Reader

A/N: Wait, this turned out way cuter than I expected!

Surrounded by looming jungle vines and thick leafy canopy, the crew had yet to find the heavily sought after ancient treasure.

Hunted for being an obstacle for other treasure hunters, time was of the essence. There was no room for error.

You could hear the buzzing of the jungle bugs, feel the oppressive heat and sticky humidity. Your legs itched at maybe real, maybe imagined bug bites.

The leader of the expedition sliced through the underbrush, carving a path forward until stopping short.

The cavernous hole of a subterranean cave yawned open before them. The expedition leader held their hand out to call the group to stop.

One party member had not noticed the signal, however, so caught up in taking in the surroundings. They walked right over the edge of the hole, gasping as gravity began to weigh them down before anyone could yell to halt them.

The expedition leader had no time to plan. They pulled out their pickaxe and dove in after their fallen friend.

Your breath was bated as the leader plunged further and further into the hole. Once they reached their friend, they grabbed hold. They tossed their pickaxe wielding hand out towards the wall of the hole, the curved metal blade scratching along the stone but not finding any purchase.

They fell deeper and deeper, the ground of the cave floor approaching at a deadly speed. The pickaxe angled towards a large jut out in the rocks, but would the blade be thick enough and long enough to catch them?

Almost there. Almost there… And…

“Sunshine! There you are!”

Immersion in your story broken, you groaned, “Helion!”

Helion, High Lord of The Day Court strode around the bend into your little appropriated corner of the library. You were nestled in your favorite chair, your favorite hot beverage forgotten to freeze on the table in favor of the gripping adventure you held in your hands.

Helion’s grin, as always, was blindingly beautiful but he did hesitate here. He had clearly interrupted.

“Did I do it again?” He asked.

“Yes,” you groaned, tossing your head back against the high backed chair dramatically.

He found himself grinning again at the dramatics the two of you sometimes shared. He fell into his role immediately.

He fell to his knees beside your chair - something only you, his mate, had ever witnessed - and sent pleading eyes up at you.

“Yet another interrupted story. My love, it pains me to have wronged you and your beloved characters so. Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?”

Your frustration, what little had been there in the first place, was all but gone now. But you were still in a playful adventurous mood.

“It will be difficult.”

“Whatever pains you deign to put me through, my beloved sunflower, I will endure them all if it means your forgiveness.”

His grin widened at your answering giggle, but you continued, slipping mask of severity still employed if only just.

“Three labors, I will subject you to.”

“Anything, my love,” Helion answered, kissing one of your hands in reverence.

“The first, fetch me another drink, as I have unfortunately neglected this one.”

“Done.”

“The second, after dinner we will return here to make up for the reading time you have cost me.”

A chuckle, “agreed.”

“And the third, you will read to me, beginning from a chapter or two before my marked spot, as to build the anticipation again as well as to show you the calibre of story you have so callously interrupted.”

He smiled reverently at you, leaning over your kiss your forehead. “That sounds like an excellent idea, my High Lady.”

“I thought so,” you laughed, dropping the extra formal phrasing of your words.

“I do apologize for interrupting you, had I known I would have waited.”

“And done what?” You asked, “stood and watched me until I noticed you?”

“Precisely,” he kissed your hand again, the action flushing your skin quickly even after years of being mated, “you are absolutely adorable when you’re lost in your pages. My favorite sight in the world.”

“Stop it,” you said.

“Never,” he said, winking to you and offering you his arm. “Shall we go, my love? I believe I owe you dinner and a replacement drink.”

“By all means,” you said, taking his arm and leaning into his side as the two of you embarked on what was sure to be a lovely, peaceful evening for you both.

Your mate, your home, could interrupt as many adventures of yours as he pleased. He would always make it up to you in the end. There wasn’t any story you loved more than him, anyway.

[ann-writes-universes]

Archangel (Azriel x Reader) REMASTER Pt. 1

A/N: Hey all <3 I will be re-releasing this series in a total of five parts varying in length. She is almost completely done! Thank you for the continued love and support for this series over the years. I hope you continue to love it just as I have <3

WARNINGS: Gore, Implied SA, mentions of suicidal ideation, GORE, Death. Under the mountain.

W/C: 6.5k (WOOF- guys the smaller parts ARE still on my master list BUT the much more detail oriented and edited version is here :( forgive me )

Everyday proceeded as such; You awoke at seven promptly each morning, met with your nursemaid who dressed you in frilly dresses with frilly gloves and frilly hats, proceeded to breakfast with your siblings and parents (whom you adored), and then spent the rest of the day being fussed over by maids and tutors. Every day was precisely the same. There was, however, some variation when ball season neared. In that whimsical time of year you would be fussed over just a little extra, as the balls your family hosted were a means for your father to show you (as well as your sister) off to potential suitors,  like some sort of lace-wearing cattle at auction. Men and women would come from far and wide to socialize and catch a glimpse at the wide and fanciful halls of your  Father’s country estate. You hated those types of events, always felt out of place despite being right where you were bred to be. You were only 18- a babe compared to the women who attended these events on the arms of their husbands. Their socialization with you was always clipped- shallow somehow despite your attempts to have meaningful conversation. Since your seventeenth birthday you had been up for bid- hushed conversations about your future had been held behind closed doors since before you could even walk. Much of the time you felt like a child still, yet the world your family belonged to was beckoning you forward with greedy hands.

Really, you supposed that getting married before 20 was what you ought to do. Its what your mother had done, and her mother before her, and her mother before her. “Tradition” is what it was called, but the age-old domestication of the Beddor women just seemed like some sort of hell to you. In your own 18 years of living, you had accepted the outrageous dresses, the tutors who taught you how to be “feminine” and smart (without being too smart of course), the maids who raised you up instead of your mother, and the inability to pick your own interests for the sake of your mother’s nagging– but what you had not accepted was the possibility that you would enter into a life void of true love. The women in books made it seem so easy. They lived in houses like yours and wore the clothes you wore but they got to be smart, and they got to stand up for themselves, and in the end, they still got the man they had always pined over and a destiny they had forged. This was not the life you were destined to live. You were meant to live the life your mother had lived, and her mother had lived before her and so on and so forth until the beginning of your family line.

These were the things you pondered, the great “atrocities” of being well to do and a woman in Prythian.

You had never, however, put much thought into the little things in life - such as how the sun felt on your skin, the way morning dew left wet patches on your dresses after sitting, or the tinkling of bells when maids were called to and from in your hill-side manor. These were the ways of your quaint little life below the wall and you never pushed them beyond what they were. There was never an inkling of question as to why the bells chimed louder after dark, or why the sun felt colder in some months, or why the dew never really seemed to fall upon your yard after father planted more trees. You never questioned anything simple in your life, you never had a reason too if it did not involve your immediate future. You had been conditioned to accept your life as it was and to never wonder what it could be otherwise.

As you now sat bound and gagged on your entryway floor, you wished you questioned everything in your life, even the things you thought so trivial. You wished you had questioned your father on the security of your home that the creatures before you had ripped through so easily. You wished you had asked the salesman more questions about the “fae-proof” iron the high-fae male had ripped from your wrist without a care. You wished… Except there was no more time for wishes. Your younger brother’s head had just been removed from his shoulders with the most sickening pop of bone and muscle, and distantly you heard your mother shriek and shriek until- … silence. Her head joined Adam’s on the floor before you. Your father beside you pleaded with the only high-fae in the room, a tall male with tanned skin and dark hair. If you were not so wildly afraid you could have sworn the fae’s violet eyes held some sort of emotion, pity or regret you were not sure. He simply tilted his head at your father and what you perceived as a grimace crossed his features as a leathery hand reached around and aided your father in reaching the same fate as your brother and mother before him. Your eyes traveled slowly to the floor. The swirling marble below you was painted crimson, and the blood of your family painted the tattered remains of your nightgown a sickly purple as it mixed with what was once your favorite pale blue. Silent tears dripped in fast succession down your face as you looked across the entryway to your sister.

         Clare was similarly bound and gagged, the bottom of her nightgown ridden up to where her knees were sticky and coated in blood. Her hair was mused wild and her cheeks were red and stained with tears. You had always favored her in looks, and if her face was any sign, you looked just as horrified. Behind her, a creature stood, the same one who had done your family the favor of removing their heads. It was an awful, bat-like thing with wrinkled skin and yellowed teeth. It spoke in whispers to the high-fae male who stood next to you now (he had been careful to step over the bleeding corpse of your father).

“Which one of you is Clare Beddor?”

The fae male spoke. His voice was stern yet reminded you of a tutor you once had. It was smooth and calming in a way. The gags you both sported were ripped away so that you could speak. Your eyes darted wildly to your sister, she was breathing quickly, and her eyes were trained on the dirtied floor beneath her. Just as you were about to speak out and lie a sharp pain took over your body. It felt as though your head was being ripped to shreds by a butcher’s knife. The pain was so intense that your muscles lost control and sent your body limply to the blood coated floor beneath you. 

‘Do not lie to me Beddor. Let your sister save you.’ The Fae-Male’s voice purred inside of your skull. You glanced sideways at him from the ground. He merely peered down at you before returning his gaze to your sister. Paralyzed you began to sob as you watched Clare’s demeanor change from frightened to defeated.  She now stared hollowly at you as blood began to coat your hair and stick to the skin of your cheeks. The emptiness in her eyes as she accepted her fate only made you cry harder.

“M-me. I am Clare.” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper at this point, hoarse from the sobs that had ravished her lungs only moments before. The fae male nodded in approval and motioned towards the creature of nightmare who accompanied him. The bat grabbed your elder sister with its horrible talons and drug her screaming form into the night beyond. You let out a hoarse scream of protest that was quickly broken by a sob as you realized that your fate would more than likely be the same as your father’s, brother, and mother.

         “You will not suffer the same, though you will wish you had.” The remaining fae spoke, as though he had read your mind. You could not even formulate a response. You were in so much shock. Instead of elaborating, the male picked your bound body up off of the sticky floor and cradled you bridal style in his arms. You were exhausted. Too exhausted to fight. They had ripped you all from your beds, massacred one of the greatest families in Prythian without a second thought- and in minutes no less. From the way he picked you up as though you were nothing you knew any attempt to fight back would be futile. But maybe if you-

         “If you try and harm me I will have no choice but to kill you. Please do not make me hurt anyone else tonight.” The last part of his words were pleading, enough so that you stopped struggling all together and simply stared into his amethyst eyes.

         That gnawing pain returned, and your body lost control.

~

You had no idea how long ago that night in your home had been. It was hard to judge time in a place such as this. It was always dark here, always cold, always wet. There was no variation. Every day was precisely the same. You would be drug from your cell by creatures that resembled

your family’s murderer, meet with whatever high-fae requested your services for the hour, and you would be beaten for sport in a throne room made entirely of creatures from nightmare. Every day was precisely the same. There was, however, some variation in your days when she would get angry. On these days you would be taken directly to the throne room and thrown at her feet. Her. The red-headed queen who spoke of nothing but ruin and demise. Amarantha. On the days where she would be particularly angry (or even particularly chipper) she would have the tanned fae-male use magic to bind your attention to the mangled body of your sister as they tortured her. You would watch them beat and brutalize her for hours upon end until not even the magic could keep her head up-right.

These were the fae from legend. Cruel, uncaring, and evil. Amarantha had no particular use for you it seemed; other than to keep her courtiers happy. When she first offered your services to her minions you fought back. You screamed, and yelled, and raged until you were beaten beyond recognition. You had been out of commission for a week after that. Your brief intermission from being Amarantha’s plaything pissed her off enough that she had allowed you a healer, and shortly after you were back to being everyone’s favorite toy.

Today seemed to be a day where Amarantha was particularly pissed off. You knew the drill by now, when two of those bat-like demons (who you now knew were called Attor thanks to some loud audience members) came to retrieve you instead of one it meant Clare was being brutalized not too far away.

Today, however, was different. When you were thrown at the feet of Amarantha your eyes met (as they always did) with the tanned fae male…. Rhysand. (Yes you thought you had heard Amarantha call him that) And those eyes - they looked back at you in terror. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes ripped away to the spot you knew she would be. Clare was gurgling before you, her naked body covered in gore and burns so extensive that you could hardly recognize her once delicate and pretty features. Instead of the usual procession of fae willing to torture your sister, only one stood before her.

This too was a high-fae male. He was taller than Rhysand, with darker skin and long black hair. His golden eyes stared at Amarantha with defiance and his shoulders were squared.

“Now that the girl’s sister is present, do proceed Helion.” Amarantha purred from her perch behind you. You snapped your head around to look at her. She was smiling like a cat and her left hand was wrapped firmly around the knee of the blonde high-fae beside her. You had noticed him before. He never spoke nor looked at you- though the wolf-like golden mask he wore would have prevented you from noticing if he had or not anyhow. Upon noticing your stare, Amarantha jutted a heeled foot at your head, effectively knocking it back so hard your ears rang.

“Stare not at me little one, watch the show I have put on for you.” She growled as she leaned back into her seat, that vile smile returning to her ruby lips.

With your vision blurred, you turned back to face your mangled sister. Blood was dripping, from where you weren’t sure but you tasted the metallic crimson in the back of your throat.

         Helion, as he was called, looked towards Amarantha once more and shifted his weight. It was then that you noticed it. In his left hand was a scythe inlaid with gold. He tossed it around nervously and tapped his clothed knee with the blade.

“Perhaps this is not something her younger sis-“

“I said proceed Helion.” Amarantha bit back before the nervous male could finish.

Helion offered you a pained look before turning to your sister. Her eyes were swollen shut from an earlier beating but she knew he was there. Her head lifted (at least it tried) and you saw tears stream down her swollen cheeks. Her fate dawned on you then and you began to crawl forward. Your knees were being torn back open from old wounds, your cracked fingers were drawing blood and without realizing it you were screaming for him to stop.

“Rhysand, pacify the young one, she’s ruining this.”

At his queen’s command the fae entered your mind and effectively paralyzed you. You laid on the floor and watched as Helion approached your sister.

‘When I say so, close your eyes and do not open them. I will make sure you do not hear it.’

His voice startled you, but your gut told you not to visibly react. With what little freedom his magic gave you, you reached a hand across the stone floor towards Clare. You hoped she knew that you had tried, you hoped she knew that you were there. As Helion raised his left hand over his shoulder and the metal blade glinted in the throne room light Rhysand’s voice entered your mind once more,

‘now.’

You closed your eyes.

~

After they strung your sister up for everyone to see you clocked out more so than before. Each high-fae was the same and the brutalities they subjected you too made you numb. Without Clare there to torture you became Amarantha’s new toy for a while, and without Clare there you no longer really cared. Your entire family- gone. Wiped out entirely by creatures you weren't even sure were real until they entered your home so forcefully all those nights ago. Days - perhaps weeks, passed until she arrived and you were thankfully no longer of importance.

Feyre Archeron had been a friend of Clare’s. She was a year older than you and when her father had lost his fortune you stopped seeing her around so much. You had always liked her and tried to keep up with her despite your father’s protests. She had gone missing last year, something to do with a dying aunt. Now, as she stood before Amarantha’s rage- defiant and strong you figured there was never a dying aunt after all. With the arrival of Feyre, Amarantha offered you out to the highest bidder. Much to your dismay it was your sister’s murderer. Upon finding out that you were to stay by his side you vomited on the floor. Rhysand had offered you some sort of mental comfort but seemed more focused on the only other human girl in the room. She was angrier than you had ever seen her, and she stared Amarantha down with an ice-cold rage. Her pale eyes caught yours briefly and the sight of you knocked her backwards. She reached a hand out to where you stood at the edge of the gathered crowd. You let out a quiet sob and reached towards her, a token of gratitude that did not go unnoticed. Amarantha’s eyes darted wildly between you and Feyre as she realized you two knew one another and as though she had won the lottery her body began to wrack with throws of laughter.

The sound ricocheted off the stone walls and sent chills down your spine. Feyre dropped her hand and whipped her gaze back towards the dark queen. Your eyes fell to the floor. At some point Helion had sidled up next to you. His hands were clasped behind him, but you were hyper aware of this chest pressing into your shoulder.

“Well sweet Feyre” Amarantha spoke between bouts of laughter “Now that I know your true name, why don’t you tell your human friend why she’s here.”

Your eyes shot up and your brows furrowed. You saw Rhysand shift nervously in his place near the throne and Feyre looked utterly distraught. Amarantha’s fingers curled around the arms of her seat and she leaned forward in anticipation as Feyre turned to face you fully.

“She’s here because I lied about who I was in order to escape.” Feyre’s voice cracked and she looked away from you. Her eyes collided undoubtedly with your sister’s mangled corpse and she shuddered before looking at you once more. “I didn’t think she would do this to you… to Clare.” Feyre looked to the floor then, tears glinting on her skin.

Your resolve broke. A series of jumbled sounds left your throat and your gaze collided with Clare’s corpse. Feyre had been her friend at one point. She had been your friend at one point. The weeks of torture, starvation, and brutality… all because she lied and said her name was Clare Beddor?

“What do you have to say to her little Beddor?” Amarantha purred, that cat-like grin plastered on her too pretty face. You looked at her, and then settled your gaze on Feyre. She was crying, and you had been too but the sight of her tears steeled your nerves.

“I hope that the sight of my sister's corpse haunts you until the day you die.” Your voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper, but your words did the trick. Feyre let out a mangled cry and the throne room erupted into a cacophony of screams and cheers.

~

Before you could hear Feyre’s sentencing, Helion had ushered you out of the throne room.

         He was stone quiet the entirety of the trek back to his quarters. Entirely closed off as the guards let you two be, and entirely quiet as he moved to sit on his bed while you stood like a caged animal in the corner of his room. It was only when he saw your tears that he spoke.

“My name is He-“

“I know who you are , murderer.” You spat. And your voice felt foreign. You had not used it for more than screams the entirety of your stay here. You remembered an older girl in your village who told you how powerful any information could be to the fae. At the time you had chalked it up to legends and silly tales but now you weren’t sure what the truth was anymore and decided it best to keep quiet altogether.

         Helion sighed at your response and nodded.

“Yes. I am also that.” His voice was taught, and foolish of you to think as much but it sounded pained.

“She was 19 years old, you bastard.” Your voice was quieter this time, filled with pain and grief so thick that it threatened to swallow you whole. You had been so scared to mourn here, so scared to show any emotion other than complacency.

“Be careful how you speak to me here girl. I may know I deserve it but they will not see it as such.” He spat, motioning to the stone walls around you as though they were alive.

With horrible realization you concluded that they very well could be.

“What is your name Beddor? You have given it to no one save for Rhysand who I am guessing has turned your shit into a smoothie by now.” He caught you off guard. So much so that you let out a laugh. Not a laugh of amusement but one of a woman gone mad.

You sank to the floor beneath you and leaned your massacred back against the door. Helion quirked a brow and stood from his position.

“You gut my sister in front of me, watch that woman beat me, and place a bid on me like a prize heifer and you want to know my name?” You replied, dumbfounded at the audacity of the male in front of you.

“Give me your name and I will make sure of it that everything that has happened to you here will be righted. I bet on you so that Amarantha’s sadistic little followers wouldn’t have the chance. I do not care what it is you spend your time doing but now you won’t be subjected to the hell you have been. I’ll give you tasks in here to keep you busy and out of the way, but I need to know your name.” He spoke with such conviction and such pain that you quit laughing. Your mouth snapped shut and your eyes widened.

Perhaps it was the fact that you hoped he was lying and would kill you, or the fact that you were too exhausted to question him, but you nodded and swallowed deeply.

“(Y/N) Beddor. My name is (y/n).”

Part Two

         Helion kept you alive, and as much as you hated to admit it you were growing to hate him less. You attended Feyre’s trials and against the rage still residing in your heart, you silently prayed to whatever Gods were out there that she would survive. You no longer had to warm the bed of random courtiers, and Helion did not expect (nor ask) for you to warm his. You were still on occasion used as entertainment for the fucked-up parties Amarantha threw, and it was there that you watched Feyre begin to crumble under the weight of the mountain. She had been doing well in the trials, but you could see that her mentality was being crushed. Over the past few weeks, you had learned what brought her to lie, what brought her to leave home, and what brought her to come here. As much as you despised her for being the reason Clare was now rotting on a wall for the pleasure of Amarantha, you rooted for her success. Love had made her do what she did, and some buried part of you envied her for getting to love someone the way she loved Tamlin.

         “Do you still hate Feyre?” Helion whispered one night as he lay in his bed. You were curled up on a pallet near the door, more awake than ever. You cleared your throat and stared at the dark stone above your head.

“What do you mean?” You whispered back, unsure if his question was a trick. He had yet to harm you since his agreement with Amarantha, but your guard was still up.

“For giving your family name to them all those months ago. Do you hate her?” He countered. You could hear him shifting in his sheets, presumably to face the direction he knew you were in.

“Yes and no. If she hadn’t given her name to Amarantha, Clare… my family would still be alive. But I also think that if she hadn’t our family wouldn’t have had a chance beneath the wall anyhow.” You weren’t lying. All the small bits of information you had picked up on clued you into what was going on in the more mysterious part of Prythian. You felt as though Feyre had the ability to stop it, and if she had been killed before she got the chance your family would have died anyway. Yet, you still wished that your family could have had the chance to die standing up, fighting back.

         “Feyre is going to save our people (y/n).” Before you could ask what the fuck, he meant by that he had rolled over in his bed and was beginning to snore softly.

~

Helion had been right. Feyre had fought to the fucking death for her people and theirs. You had watched as that wicked bitch forced Feyre to drive a dagger through the heart of her lover and watched as her spine snapped and the life drained from her pretty blue eyes. Rhysand’s bellowing cry and Tamlin’s rage echoed throughout the chamber and when they silenced so did the whole room.

It was Berron who had offered his gift first, or maybe it was Tarquin… their names still dumbfounded you even after all these months of warming half of their beds. When it came time for Helion to offer his gift he shifted from behind you and walked forward, breathing that sweet gift of life back into her body.

And when Feyre came back, she came back as something entirely different.

~

You sat on the balcony, taking note of the way the sun warmed your skin, and the way the mountain rock was slick with dew from the early morning. Tears, warm and salty, coated your cheeks and spilled down your neck. Spring had faded into winter in the outer world. In your home, ball season had come and gone, and you wondered if a funeral had been held for you, for your family.

“Will you return to your home?”

Helion’s voice startled you out of your daze and you turned your tired eyes towards him. The bitterness you had felt for not only him, but the entirety of his kind had waned slightly, though a deep fear settled in its place. Why? You were unsure. Rage had been replaced with an exhaustion that reached the deepest parts of your bones and consumed any emotion you had felt.

You returned your gaze to the mountain range and shrugged. You were bonier now, your fingers had become frail, your knees knobby, and your cheeks had lost their plumpness. You supposed you were beautiful once, but now you were unsure.

“Truth be told, there is no home for me to return to, Helion. Though I’m not quite sure what the hell I would do with myself if there was anyway.” You looked to him; a deep feeling of loneliness had settled.  

“My world looks so much different now.” And truth be told it did. You felt hardened compared to the girl you were six months ago, Changed.

Even if you regained the weight and left this world of fae, the scars would remain. No number of pink frills and lace would cover up the atrocities you underwent here.

         “Come to my home.” He countered. His hands were in the pockets of his linen pants, and he leaned against the archway that led inside. His face held a mask of cool composure, a rival to your utter shock.

“While I am sure you see that offer as a great kindness, I do not.” You replied, Helion’s shoulders slouched momentarily before squaring once more. “In your own way you tried to right what has happened to me here, but I still see you as my sister’s Murderer.” Your voice was cool, though your posture was slouched and unnerved.

“You know I neve-“

“It is not a matter of honor, Helion. I have far too much on my mind and soul now to see anything but the life draining from her eyes when I look at you. I need time.” You were crying. Trying desperately to be thankful for his offer but those golden eyes that stared at you were still the same as they were the day that Clare stopped breathing. When her lungs quit filling it felt like yours had lost the ability to ever hold air again.

“Then where will you go, (y/n)? You said it yourself. You have no home. Come with me, you’ll never have to see me or do anything you don’t want to, but I owe you this.” Helion pleaded, he reached out a hand and recoiled when you pushed into the balcony’s edge.

“I appreciate your kindness Helion, I do, but nothing will ever repay the debt I am now owed. Nothing.” And you were being honest. Though you were glad Feyre got to be with her lover you were envious. Why had she been blessed with a second chance when your family was offered nothing?

After a moment’s silence he spoke, “I understand… My people and I will leave the mountain tomorrow. Please take that time to reconsider your choice.” And with that he had disappeared inside once more. How he could go back in there confused you. The thought of leaving this balcony, leaving the world, terrified you.

Once more you looked to the sun which was now finding its home in the western sky. Above you, millions of stars began to kiss the night and the winter wind made the tips of your fingers chilly on the stone they clutched.

“You were never meant to survive.”

The rattling voice turned your spine into steel. Despite the now freezing temperature, you began to sweat and your grip on the balcony rail tightened so much your nails cracked and bled. Your gaze traveled over your bony shoulder and landed upon its leathery wings first. Talons tapped angrily upon rock and the creature stared at you with a hatred so fierce that your blood ran cold.

“Neither were you.” Your voice was hardly a whisper as you turned to face the attor. It looked like hell, as though it had escaped a brutal beating only moments before. If it was ugly before, the creature before you was horrendous now.

“He has plans for you…” It hissed as it moved towards you. There was no room to run, your back was pressed firmly to the balcony’s edge and your feet were too damaged to run even after being treated by a healer.

“Who?” You countered, tilting your head up. If you were to die here, you would at least die standing.

“The king.” Before you could even begin to scream the attor surged forward and wrapped its leathery hands around your frame. With no hesitation at all it shot into the night sky, taking your flailing form with it. The wails you let out were futile, anyone that would have cared to save you was dead or so far below the mountain that they wouldn’t be able to hear you anyhow.

You kicked out at your captor and clawed at its bodice desperately. Blood was drawing and the attor was growling slowly in its chest, but its grip did not loosen, and its flight did not slow.

“Stupid, stupid, human.” It snarled before dipping towards the ground below. The drop came so suddenly that your head began to swim, and your ears began to ring and then the world went darker than the night sky surrounding you.

~

Pain.

White hot pain coursed through your body where blood once flowed. Your skin felt as though it was being flayed by millions of needles finer than a strand of hair. Every muscle that was left burned and pleaded, your joints groaned and popped as you walked.

This place.

This place was worse than the mountain. Here you could see the sun rise and fall, and here you could hear everything. You listened when you first arrived as the attor and its brethren scurried up and down the hall beyond your prison cell. You watched out of a pinprick sized window as the waves below your prison crashed into its walls and the sun dipped and rose on the horizon for days.

They fed you here. A mixture of mold and rot so foul that not even the starvation you felt would allow you to ingest the vile things they gave you.

They clothed you here. A pretty wardrobe of lashings and scars that no amount of time would wipe clean from your skin.

You laid on the floor of your cell now, tracing a particularly disgusting one that ran down the extent of your right arm. It began at your shoulder and twisted to your fingertips like a vine. It was pink and irritated, not quite healed yet. This one had been from your refusal to get up and just eat something. The lesser faerie in charge of you that day had come in and sank his nails so far into your skin that your screams were sure to have been heard in all reaches of Prythian.

You had wanted to die under the mountain to escape Amarantha but at least there you were fighting for Clare, fighting for the possibility that everything you had endured was just some sick nightmare.

Here there was nothing. There was no revelry you were tormented at, no chores to do, no games to play into. Here it was just you, and this cell that stunk of sea water and rot. You had not been able to see what you looked like, but from what you had felt you assumed it was not at all pretty.

Your hand that traced the puckered scar on your arm fell to the floor beneath you. It was cold stone, colder somehow than the mountain, and slick with perspiration from air that never seemed to thin. Right as you began to contemplate how long the human body could withstand this type of torment you heard it.

Piercing as an alarm a scream rang through the hallway beyond.

A woman cursed and bellowed so loudly that the stone around you shook. The pain in her cry was so loud that you shot upright with more energy than you had felt in months. Your head swam from the sudden movement and your vision blurred momentarily before you were able to move towards your cell door.

“FUCK YOU. AND FUCK THIS FUCKING PLACE.” The woman bellowed. You heard a grunt and an echoing slap that chilled your bones. The door to your cell swung open and before you stood a high fae male.

In any other life he would have been pretty, a tall blonde with tanned skin and lightly colored eyes. In this life, he horrified you. His eyes were steel, and his marred hands reached for you with such anger that you reeled in reply.

“Its your turn now, little human.” He sneered as he grasped your bony elbow and pulled you from the darkness of your most recent home.

 The throne room was a massacre.

You had not met the king during your internment here, but he was not at all what you expected. The fae sitting upon the throne was tall and lithe, not at all the imposing stature you had envisioned during the days you had spent lying in wait.

When you were pulled into the throws of whatever mess had been occurring, the king’s dark eyes zeroed in on you. The room was littered with fae. Feyre was sobbing on the floor, a puddle of what you assumed was her vomit not far from her. Rhysand stood nearby, restrained by two very terrifying guards who were armed to the teeth. You cocked a brow at the sight of them together, Tamlin was standing across the room looking absolutely furious.

From her position on the floor Feyre was clutching the bloodied body of a tanned fae-male with leathery wings that had been horrifically shredded. The male groaned and sputtered on the floor, failing to sit up no matter how hard he tried.

Your heart flipped upside down and your brows knitted in confusion. Who the fuck were these people? Why the fuck was Feyre here with them and not the man she loved?

And then you saw them.

In a puddle on the floor laid Elain and Nesta Archeron. They were naked and trembling. Something about them had changed, they seemed… it hit you like a ton of bricks. Just as Feyre had been changed, so had her sisters.

“How?” You whispered, utterly dumbfounded.

The others took notice of you then, Feyre looked to you and there was no hiding the utter terror in her pretty eyes. From his seat the king let out a choked laugh and clapped his hands.

“Oh, little Beddor, you have missed all of the revelry. Adler, please bring her to me.” The King spoke and his voice sent chills through you. All the air in the room seemed to have dissipated and the fae male that held you jerked you forward.

A pained yelp escaped your throat at the sudden white-hot burn that shot down your shredded arm. A deep growl sounded from somewhere amongst the strangers and your eyes met with the deep brown hues of a male near Rhysand.

He had been wrestled to his knees and stared at you briefly before turning his gaze to the King.

“Strip her.”

The words broke you from your daze and you looked to the King frantically. Before you could begin to protest Adler had released your arm and reached for the hem of your shirt.

“N- no…” You were choking on your words, violently thrashing against Adler’s hands. Without a moment of hesitation, he reared back and slapped you. Your ears rang from the impact and you stumbled backwards. Feyre gasped behind you and the guards that restrained Rhysand and his friend struggled as the males reeled.

Successfully stripping you bare, Adler shoved you onto your knees before the King. Warm tears slid down your cheeks and you raised your arms to cover your chest. Your nose was bleeding, and you focused on the crimson drops that fell to the floor, unable to bring your eyes to the fae before you.

“Why are you crying, girl? You should feel lucky to have received an opportunity such as this one.”

“Enough Hybern. She has no part in this, let her go.” Rhysand ground out. His words were met with the sound of bone cracking and the muted scream of his friend slowly bleeding out on the floor. Whoever it was held some weight in Rhysand’s life, enough so that his attempt to help you was not followed by any others.

Your blood was making constellations on the stone below you. It seeped into the cracks of the floor and began to pool. How hard had he hit you? In your bones you could feel the shock beginning to take hold. Your body had been tormented for months and sitting here, naked before the King of Hybern seemed to be its final straw.

Your gaze finally found the King’s and in it you found nothing but evil so intense it made your stomach hurt.

“Just fucking kill me already.” You ground out, anger was taking hold, or was this feeling acceptance? You had survived the mountain and had one? Two hours of freedom? Only to end up here, naked and shaking so violently you felt as though your head was going to fall off of your shoulders. How poetic would that be? To suffer the same fate as Adam had. The same fate your parents had.

The thought made you laugh.

Hybern raised a brow as he stared at you, bleeding and laughing, naked before him.

“Kill you?” He questioned. His gaze now held some sort of fucked up amusement, of course he enjoyed watching your descent into madness.

You dared to turn your head and gaze at those behind you. A red headed male who you had seen under the mountain was crouched beside Nesta and Elain, the former of the two had gained consciousness and was staring directly at you. There was a murderous rage building on her features, and it startled you so much that you returned your gaze to Hybern.

“I’m sick of these stupid fucking Faerie games. Kill. Me.” You had nothing left to say then. You gathered the blood that had pooled in your mouth and spit it directly onto Hybern’s feet. From his position beside the crowned male, Tamlin grimaced.

Hybern merely frowned and nodded his head. You were pulled to your feet by your hair and drug towards Nesta and Elain. The red-headed male beside them was drug backwards by a masked guard, as if he would intervene in whatever the fuck they were about to do to you.

And sitting there, dark and impending was a cauldron.

It was the size of a bathtub and hummed loudly as you approached. As you neared its edge the glint of swirling liquid caught your eye and you reeled.

You planted your heels into the ground and pushed backwards against Adler with every bit of remaining strength you had.

“You wanted death Beddor, here is your chance. From the looks of the wild cat on the floor you might beg the Gods that it does kill you.” Hybern called from his dias.

Another high fae came forward then and helped Adler lift your struggling form. You began to scream then. Your eyes found Feyre’s and she was sobbing. Rhysand looked as if he was being gutted alive as he watched her, and the kneeling male was staring at you with his mouth hanging open. He struggled against the fae holding him.

“Im so sorry.” Feyre repeated those words over and over as the fae holding you shoved you under, and then the whole world went dark.

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Constellations

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - Azriel can't allow himself to stand on the side lines anymore and watch as yet another male tries to take you away from him.

Warnings - oblivious reader and Az, angst, pining, Az and Nes being cuties, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), lots of fluff, flirting

There were constellations in your eyes.

That was what everyone had said when they'd first met you, alluding to the clear fact that you were a deep daydreamer whenever you sprang to topic, which was more often than you'd think.

Prythian bowed to you, everyone in every nook and cranny in any court knew who you were. A shining star in a court of nightmares.

Every one of the High Lords held a special affection toward you, often asking you to leave Rhysand and the inner circle and join them instead. Helion had made a point of his fondness by making a comment about how other-worldly you looked in Day Court gold, and then later on teasing Rhys about how he would one day succeed in his desire.

Everyone could beg and plead for you as much as they wished, but none of their affection could rival how Azriel felt about you.

Azriel was your shadow. Wherever you went meant that the Shadowsinger stalked not too far behind. He would sit with you and hum whilst you ran your fingers through his hair, each touch sending lightening soaring through his soul. He would walk around Velaris with you endlessly if it meant that he could see that almost childlike wonder in your eyes when you looked at the same restaurant or bookshop that had surely seen a thousand times before. He would soothe away your nightmares, allowing his shadows to pepper your skin in sweet pecks as he held you, and he would let you get close enough to soothe him when his own demons plagued him.

That's why, when he stood to the side of the room with a whisky in hand, did he want to tear apart the male who dared to speak to you. Helion was no regular male. But, as you giggled at one of his flirtatious jokes and rested your hand on his chest, Azriel became sure that he could make him scream like one.

Helion was visiting from the Day Court and it was the last night of his stint, so Rhys had suggested that you all go to Rita's, to relax from the toll of the week. The High Lord in question needed access to a couple of special tomes in one of Velaris' archives, you and Rhys had agreed that the tomes were too valuable to allow outside of the city, so Helion had to come to you. Like all he wanted was another excuse to be around you.

Azriel couldn't blame Helion for it.

Azriel believed that you were the most precious thing on the planet. 500 years of friendship and you stunned him more and more each day with your anecdotes and the innocent chatter that always filled the room.

"He's really trying this again?" Nesta asked, appearing beside him at the railing, wanting to take a moment away from the family madness before Cassian dragged her to dance for the fifth time that night.

"Can you blame him?"

The top three buttons of his shirt were left untethered, exposing that rock hard muscle beneath that was ink kissed and shimmering. Azriel couldn't stop looking at you, you were wearing that dress that you loved so much, sheer white and glittered in fine crystals, a low scooped back that fell perfectly on your figure. It was the only thing that could truly take his breath away.

"When are you going to tell her that you love her?" Nesta gazed at you, she'd never admit it but you were definitely her favourite, she held a special spot for you in her heart, just how everyone did really. "You need to tell her," she turned to him and he peered down on her with a sincerity she'd never seen, "She's incredible, Az. She's not the kind of girl you let get away. Go and love her before someone else does."

"She deserves better than me, Nes," his sad gaze lifted to you, you were starlight and he was shadow, you were pure and he was horribly tainted, and he couldn't have his darkness snuffing out your light.

Nesta gently pulled his sight from the dancefloor, making him focus on her by keeping her palm grazing against his cheek, "You're not a very good spymaster if you can't see how she looks at you."

Azriel didn't know what to say, he just knew that he had to get to you. He rounded Nesta and descended onto the dancefloor, barging past the grinding bodies with you in his sight, sipping your drink and smiling brightly at Helion who was stood far too close to you. You always felt Azriel looming, his shadows curling around your ankles always being a tell-tale sign that he was close.

Your eyes followed the trails of his shadows until you found their owner, your brows furrowed at the urgency he wore whilst he kept glancing at Helion with a tight jaw. It was unsettling.

"I need to speak to you," he pleaded, taking a step closer to you and you had no choice but to look up at him, to let those rippling pools of hazel drown you.

"Az, is every-"

"Please," he cut you off, reaching for you but not quite touching, like he was waiting for your agreement so that he could whisk you away.

You had never seen Azriel look so pained, so pleading and desperate. Without a word to Helion, you nodded and Azriel's fingers slid around your wrists, pulling you into a whirl of colour until you stood on a floor that you recognised and Rita's faded away.

The cabin was warm, everything was in place and tidy, that scent burning wood and orange that clung to the cabin flooded your lungs and made you shiver with delight. You had always loved the place, how perfectly small it was for a lone escape, where you could watch the snow fall from the bay window with a hot chocolate in hand and blanket wrapped tightly around your legs.

It took you a moment to centre yourself, and when you turned, you saw Azriel stood there, head hung low and wings drooped but relishing in the comfortable warmth of where you both were, "What's wrong, Az?"

The only light illuminating the cabin was from the fire, that crackling beast that sent gold and orange light roaring across the space, it welcomed in the faint glow of the moon that spilled onto the floor like an old friend.

"You can't go with Helion," he told you, well, more blurted at you.

"Go with Helion?" You asked and he nodded, anger bubbled in your chest, "Why would I ever do that?"

"He's wanted to take you from us for so long," 200 years to be exact, "Who could blame him, you're the most incredible thing that Prythian has ever made. I thank the Mother every day for you."

"What?"

"Please let me finish," he hated cutting you off, he hated being the reason that you were silenced, "If you speak now, I'll never be able to say what I have to say, what I need to say."

Azriel watched your face soften, the anger that threatened to boil over now evaporated, he watched you move to the sofa and sit down, patting the empty space beside you. He didn't know how you did it, how you could make someone feel so comfortable and heard, he thought about it as he took the seat beside you and heaved in a deep breath, curling one of his wings around you as if he was scared that you'd bolt.

"I love you, Y/N. I love your kindness, how you've never been scared of me. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you're talking about something you're passionate about. I love how you scrunch your nose when you're deep in thought. I love the way you bolt through the streets of Velaris before solstice to make sure everyone is as spoilt as possible. I love you, Y/N. I love everything that you are and everything that we can be, I can't lose you, I don't know who or what I'd be without you."

"There is no one who knows you like I do. I know that you sneak an extra spoonful of sugar into your hot chocolate before Nesta can catch you and tell you off," you smiled softly, "I know that you secretly hate shopping with Mor but would much rather suffer than tell her and take some of her spark away. I know that you can never tell Cassian that Nesta is your favourite unless you wanted to see him sulk for weeks," a soft laugh flew from your lips, "I know you're the reason that Rhys, Cass and I turned out so well, you're the only person we couldn't bear to disappoint."

Not once did you stop looking at him as he spoke. He loved you. Azriel really loved you.

"You love me?" Azriel nodded gently, "But, what about Elain? I thought..."

"Me and Elain?" Azriel's eyes were frantic, "No, Y/N. Gods no. You're the only one I've ever wanted, I tried to love someone else, I tried to love Mor, and maybe on some level I tried to find that with Elain. But no one could ever compare to you, anyone who isn't you aren't worth it."

Silence filled the air, that warm, golden hued air. Azriel was trying to read your mind, to figure out what you were thinking when you started laughing, tears pooled at your bottom lids and one blink sent them flowing down your cheeks. Azriel shuffled closer to you, taking his thumb and wiping away your tears before they dripped from your chin.

"We're so stupid, Az," you sniffled, letting him cradle your face in his hands and continue to wipe away any tears that fell from your eyes, "How could we be so blind?"

"What do you mean?"

Tilting your head to the side, your eyes sparkled, just how they did when you looked at or spoke about something you loved, then you felt it, that tension that had always tugged at your soul snapping into place, clouds of grey became clear sunny skies, and a golden thread soared across it and thrummed with yearning delight.

"I mean," you tugged on that thread, you watched his eyes widen and fill with disbelief, "That I love you too. So much."

"You're my mate," he confessed in a whisper, the bond sprouting into full bloom around you, like you could both see the tendrils of thread sewing your souls together.

Azriel's breath fanned across your face, hot and laced with the scent of whisky, the tip of his nose ran down the slope of your own, and you felt his lips lie millimetres away from yours, you watched his eyes search your soul before flickering downward to the place he craved to touch. Anticipation pulled at your chest and swelled in your stomach, and every bit of doubt vanished when he closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours.

It was like everything fell into place, like the world only began to make sense in that moment. Azriel's lips moved against yours hungrily, the sweep of his tongue into your mouth once you had granted him permission to taste you was enough to make your knees go weak. Heat pooled between your legs and you scrambled to be on top of him, the hem of your dress hitched around your thighs as you rested into his lap.

"Please, Az," you breathed between starving kisses, "I need you."

Azriel's hands moved from the back of your neck and the small of your back, reaching around to grip underneath your thighs, so dangerously close to where you needed him to be. He lifted you, not once breaking the connection of your lips, locking your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

"I'm not making you mine on a couch," he lay you on the bed and climbed on top of you, running his fingers down the sides of your thighs, making your back arch as he peppered kisses down your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin he found there.

You squirmed beneath him, itching to rip his clothes off and allow him to take every part of you, "Please," you whined into his hair, his hand palming your breasts and lips attached to your earlobe, making soft moans fall through your stumbling mouth.

"Tell me what you want," his voice was so deep that it made goosebumps rise across your skin, it was sultry and dark, it matched the shade of his eyes when he pulled away to look down on you with swollen lips and tousled hair. "I'll give you everything."

"I want you."

It was all he needed to hear in order to tear your dress in two and take your hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting on them gently, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nubs of nerves that had you gasping and eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt like your body was on fire as he kept moving downward, littering kisses down your stomach before resting between your thighs.

The cold air against your core made you gasp again, he ran a finger down your soaked folds and moaned, "You're so wet for me," his voice vibrated against the inside of your thighs, "So perfect," he mumbled before his tongue dragged a line up you, and then again, and again until you were a blubbering mess fisting your fingers through his hair.

Azriel flicked his tongue against that familiar bundle of nerves, curling his tongue around it and sucking on it gently so that he didn't overstimulate you. Stars crept in to the sides of your vision, that hot white heat building in the pit of your stomach, "Don't stop," they were barely coherent words but he heard you and kept his pace, teasing a finger around your entrance before slowly pushing it in an curling it upward.

It sent you toppling off the edge. That white heat burst from you, loud cries of his name flew from your lips and your hands gripped his wrists, stars poured into your eyes and Azriel pushed you through your high.

Too lost in the mind shattering orgasm he had just given you, you didn't feel his hands ran up your back and lock around the back of your neck, you didn't realise that your torso and head were propped up in his arms or see his wings flex above you, "Angel," he cooed, he clenched his hands into your hair and pressed his lips along your jaw, "Let me take care of you."

Azriel was bare before you, his length solid and resting against your thigh, "Make me yours, Az."

Azriel growled, his eyes darkened with possession, "Tell me if it's too much and we can stop," you nodded breathlessly and he kissed you again, harder this time as he pushed himself inside of you, your walls still quivering and pulsating around him.

Once he was pushed to the hilt inside of you, he groaned, it was deep and guttural, the most incredible sound you'd ever heard. Azriel gave you a moment, and you tapped his shoulder lightly to get him to move, you were needing him to move, it was getting too much. Your soul was burning with desire and you needed him to satisfy it before it completely ignited you.

Your mate thrusted into you, the roll of his hips reaching angles you didn't know existed, he took your nipple in his mouth again, growling as his pace quickened and the sound of slapping flesh and declarations of love filled the air.

"You're so beautiful, Angel," his lips found yours again and his movements became sloppy, "I'm so close," he felt your warmth tighten around him, ready to milk his cock as high pitched mewls exploded from your lips, "There she is, my perfect mate."

Azriel's fingers wound in your hair, pressing your forehead to his as he slammed into you, riding you both through those searing hot highs and continuing the long strokes as you both fell down, "I'm yours, Az. I'm all yours."

Authors Note

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[sarawritestories]

Heyy I read your period fic with cassian and I absolutely adored it! I love how you write cassian as a caring male...and honestly I would envision Helion the same too with his partner/mate when she is on her cycle...If its not too much of a hassle...i wanted to request a helion x reader fic where they are sleeping together but when reader wakes up in the middle of the night and sees that she has bled through the sheets and this is her first time having her period in front of Helion so she is terrified and nervous of Helion waking up and seeing the mess she has made..but Helion ends up waking up with only wanting to take care of the reader and help her with her cramps❤️

Hi Anon, Yes, and as I have just fallen victim to my own cycle, I felt it was appropriate to get some Helion loving here because a high lord taking care of their mate in pain is Yummy!

I'm sorry this took so long!

Fuck Propriety

Helion X Autumn Court Fem Reader

Summary: You got your cycle for the first time staying over with your mate. When the High Lord of the Day Court finds you on the floor writhing from the pain, Helion begins to take care of you, whether you want it or not.

Content Warning: bad cramps, bleeding through sheets. Swearing, but the title makes that a given. A little bit of self-loathing sprinkled as well.

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Unrelenting pain awoke you from your sleep. Creaking your eyes open as a wave of cramps attacked your body. Suppressing a whimper, you sat up, and the familiar sensation hit you, followed by the scent of your blood. Your eyes widened.

No. No. No. No.

You looked over at your sleeping mate, his brown toned back rising and falling with his breaths. Even in his sleep, Helion was regal. Shame swept over you like a violent current in the Summer Court. The first time you stayed with your mate in his court and you had gotten your cycle.

How could you be so careless?

You found out Helion was your mate 6 months ago. Swept up by his beauty and playful personality, you must have forgotten to keep track of your cycle. You spent most of your time admiring Helion and his freedom to express himself the rest spent making sure you were poised and presentable, suitable, for a High Lord just as your mother taught you. How living in the Autumn Court had taught you.

Helion's kindness and warmth had lowered your walls slightly, and you felt comfortable talking with him. Had you been keeping better track, you would have rescheduled your visit to the Day Court Your mother's voice rang loudly in your ears:

How would a High Lord trust you with an heir if you can't even keep track of your cycle?

Her words stinging in your mind as another wave of cramps hit you. Gritting your teeth to prevent you from crying out, you tried to move only for more pain to erupt from your abdomen. Sweat coating your brow, you breathed through the cramps, trying hard not to disturb the sleeping high lord beside you. Finally, the pain eased, and you gently slid out of the bed.

Turning back toward the mattress, you felt tears begin to form as a giant stain of blood glaring back at you. Your mother's voice rang out once more:

Stupid child, how can the High Lord ever respect a mate that sullies his finest sheets the first time she stays over?

You clenched your hands into fists so tightly you hadn't realized you broke skin, as two words kept repeating over and over.

Bad Mate. Bad Mate. Bad Mate.

You ran to the bathroom, right as you had shut the door, you were attacked by another aggressive wave of cramps. The pain over took your senses as you collapsed to the floor. The cool marble floor was a welcome reprieve to your feverish skin. You could only manage to focus on the pain you hadn't realized that you were screaming or that the bond was now open and everything you were feeling was being sent down the gold thread to Helion.

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You heard your name being called repeatedly. You opened your eyes to meet the concerned golden hues of your mate's. Your body had fallen unconscious. You were so devoured by the pain to notice. "Sunshine, are you alright?" Helion's voice grounding you from the pain that began its relentless attack. He had laid your head on his lap his fingers running through your sweat coated hair.

"You aren't supposed to see me like this." You whimpered as your body rides out the pain, a fresh scent of copper flooding your nose as you cover your face in embarrassment. "Go back to sleep, I promise I will be okay."

Helion's fingers pulled from your hair and his hands engulfed your wrist, pulling them away from your face to see a fresh batch of tears. His dark brows furrowed, "You expect me to go to bed?"

You had forgotten about the bed sheets now soiled with your blood. "No, of course not, High Lord, not until I put clean sheets on, I will go-" You sit up and try to stand only for your cramps to send you back to your knees. A grunt of agony escaped your lips as toned muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to a sitting position. He pulled your back flush with his bare chest, his body providing warmth to your clammy form. Helion places his hands over your womb, and his fingers begin to massage it, dissipating the pain. You sobbed at the relief his kneading does for the pain. Yet your mind still fought, "Helion, I have to clean up my me-"

Helion was swift to cut you off, "You will do no such thing. The only thing I want you to do right now is sitting right here with me and listening. Can you do that for me, Sunshine?" You nodded your head and leaned against his shoulder. His hands found yours as he intertwined your fingers, providing you with a sense of calm. "Good, first things first, you are never to call me High Lord. Ever! Unless my head is in-between your delicious thighs, then you may moan out my title as much as you please."

You hummed at the thought of your mate's tongue against you, your eyes fluttered closed, and Helion chuckled at the scent of your arousal. Another round of pain hit you, and Helion adjusted his hold so your knees and back were secure and hoisted you up. With his magic, he filled the tub with steaming water, and with a snap of his fingers, the two of you were undressed. He placed you in the tub, a moan escaping your lips as the heat of the water began relaxing your muscles. Helion slid into the spot behind you and began rubbing your shoulders.

"Sedondly," Helion continued, "When you are ill or in pain, I am responsible for taking care of you. I promised you as much when the bond snapped into place. No, I will not let you clean up your bloody sheets. No, you will not be bathing alone on your cycle and trying to manage your pain alone. I will not allow it. I want to take care of you. So please let me know." His lips find the side of your head and presses lightly. His long dark curls fall down your shoulder as he moves his lips to your cheek and down your neck, causing you to giggle.

After he stopped his kisses, he turned your head so your eyes met his once more. "This last one is important, so pay attention." He sighed and placed a tender kiss to your lips, sending love down the bond. "You do not have to be prim and proper with me. You are mine. I will love you no matter what. I've been trying to get that wall, your mother built around your heart, since we met. The wall that doesn't allow you to bask in the sunlight on a warm day. The one that doesn't allow you to dance with me in the kitchen like no one is watching. The one that doesn't let me kiss you in public, in front of our court."

"Our court?" You blinked.

His full lips curved into a grin, showing immaculate teeth, "Our court, did you think you were going back to Autumn after this visit, Sunshine." You blushed. That's exactly what you thought you should have known better.

You frowned slightly, "But It's not proper to sho-"

Helion growled, "Fuck Propriety! I love you. And I want everyone to know it." His eyes softened as he placed a tender kiss on your shoulder. "Sunshine, I want you to know how much I love you. I want to show you that love. I want you to feel comfortable showing me your emotions. If you were, maybe you would have woken me up to tell me what was going on. Because you weren't open, and you didn't tell me; I woke up to feeling this heavy pain in my chest realizing the pain was shooting down the bond, the scent of your blood and you screaming in the bathroom. When I found you unconscious, I..." He paused, and you placed a hand on his cheek, turning your whole body to face him. He shook his head, the beads in his hair glimmering in the fae light. He gave you a sad smile as he leaned into your touch. "I just want you to be comfortable here to be who your truly are. To be able to express yourself and to ask me for help when you need it."

You bit your lip for a moment for a moment before whispering, "What if I don't know who I am?"

Helion's smile gave you butterflies in your stomach as he pressed his lips to yours. Pulling away he placed his forehead onto yours, "Then we will discover who you are together. What a fun adventure that will be." His tone held genuine excitement.

"And you will still love me?"-

"Until my dying breath, Sunshine." He kissed you once more.

"I love you." You blurted out, heat rising to your cheeks at the confession.

Helion chuckled, "And I you, now let's get you cleaned up.

So Helion washed you from head to toe. As the two of you began to talk, you began to truly open up to him, and in the conversation, you forgot about the pain. He dried you off and gave you some linen to line your underwear to help with the bleeding, along with his shirt to wear, knowing you would find comfort in his scent.

He led you to the bedroom where there were fresh sheets, a steaming cup of tea, and a tonic for the pain. No male had ever been this attentive to your needs before. Tears began to run down your cheeks, and Helion was quick to kiss them away. "None of that. Come now." He had you sit on the edge of the bed where he tilted your chin up slightly and pressed the vial with the tonic to your lips, which you greedily took. Then he handed you the tea and made his way to his side of the bed. He watched as you placed the mug on the nightstand, and his arm snaked around your middle, gently pulling you toward his body. You laid down and adjusted yourself to face him. He kissed the tip of your nose and smiled, "Say it again, Sunshine."

You knew exactly what he was asking for. "I love you, Helion."

He pulled you close, your head laying on his bare chest. "I love you too." Your eyes drifted closed as you fell into a deep slumber, to the sound of your mate's heartbeat.

[dumb-ster-fire]

Azriel x fem!Reader - Between Shadow and Sunlight - Part 1

Azriel x fem!reader , Helion x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N has always danced around the tension with Azriel—but how much longer can he deny it? When Helion pulls her into his arms at a Day Court ball, Azriel tells himself it doesn’t matter. But as he watches her laugh, watches Helion’s hands linger, jealousy coils tight. Shadows stir, and for the first time, Y/N wonders if Azriel will finally stop running from what’s always been there between them.

Part 2

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Helion watches Y/N with open fascination, a slow smirk curving his lips as they move together across the dance floor. He had expected her to be intriguing—after all, anyone who kept company with the Night Court’s infamous inner circle had to be remarkable in some way—but this… This was beyond what he had imagined.

She moves like she was born for this, like she’s always known the rhythm of power and seduction, her steps fluid, deliberate, exuding an effortless confidence that most could only dream of. There is fire beneath her cool exterior, a carefully restrained power, and Helion—lover of knowledge, of untold secrets—wants to unravel her, to see what lies beneath that wicked smirk and knowing gaze.

His thumb brushes the back of her hand as he twirls her, and he notices the way her eyes glint—sharp, amused, like she knows exactly what game he’s playing and has already decided whether or not to indulge him. Smart girl.

“The Inner Circle has been keeping secrets, I see,” he murmurs, his deep voice rich with amusement. “No one told me the Night Court had such a hidden gem.”

Y/N tilts her head, an almost lazy smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe they didn’t think you were worthy of knowing.”

Helion chuckles, utterly delighted. Oh, she is sharp. His eyes gleam with intrigue. “Then I should count myself lucky to be standing here now. And luckier still that you haven’t yet decided to put me in my place.”

Y/N hums as they turn across the floor, her silvery gown catching the light like liquid moonlight. “Oh, I’m still deciding.”

Helion throws his head back and laughs, the sound deep and unabashed. She is a storm wrapped in silk, a force as deadly as it is mesmerizing, and Helion—who has danced with queens and whispered to goddesses—feels something rare stir in his chest. Not possession, not conquest, but pure, unfiltered appreciation.

He had met many powerful women, had adored and worshiped them as they deserved, but there was something different about this one. Not just power—no, power was easy to find. It was the way she carried it. The way she wielded it with no need to prove herself, no need to demand attention, because she simply was.

Helion’s golden eyes flicker toward the Night Court’s table, where shadows curl and shift around a familiar figure watching them intently.

Ah.

A knowing smile ghosts across Helion’s lips. So, the shadowsinger watches. He had wondered what kind of claim, if any, Azriel had on this female. The unreadable spymaster, who gave away nothing, is not unreadable now.

Fascinating.

Helion leans in slightly, his breath warm against YN’s ear as he murmurs, “Tell me, starlight—do the shadows know how close you dance with the sun?”

Y/N laughs softly, not missing the way he angles his body, deliberate in his teasing. But she is no blushing courtier, no wilting flower wilting under golden heat. She meets his gaze with that same knowing smirk. “The shadows are always watching,” she muses, voice silken. “But the sun should be careful… Linger too close, and it might find itself eclipsed.”

Helion grins, utterly enthralled. Oh, this one is dangerous. And gods, if he doesn’t love it.

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As the dance nears its end, Helion twirls Y/N one last time before pulling her back to him with a practiced ease, their movements seamless, almost as if they had done this a hundred times before. The music slows, and for a brief moment, the world seems to quiet around them, leaving only the golden warmth of the Day Court High Lord and the cool, sharp brilliance of the High Fae before him.

Helion studies her with open admiration, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of her hand before he finally releases her. “A rare delight, indeed,” he murmurs, offering her a dazzling smile. “Perhaps, next time, you’ll allow me more than just one dance.”

Y/N arches a brow, tilting her head as if considering his words. Then, with an infuriatingly slow smirk, she leans in just enough that he catches the intoxicating scent of dark cherries and lilac. “Perhaps,” she echoes, voice like velvet and shadow. “If you can keep up.”

Helion laughs, the sound deep and rich, utterly delighted. “Oh, starlight, I do love a challenge.”

With a final glance—one that is equal parts intrigue and mischief—Y/N steps back, turning on her heel with effortless grace, leaving Helion watching after her with something almost akin to reverence.

He is still smirking as he makes his way back to his table, golden eyes flickering toward the Night Court’s usual corner of the ballroom. Cassian and Mor are murmuring amongst themselves, Feyre and Rhys are watching Y/N with quiet amusement, and Azriel—ah, Azriel—is still seated, his fingers lightly gripping the stem of his untouched wine glass.

Helion catches the spymaster’s stare, unreadable and dark, shadows curling protectively at his shoulders. A lesser male might have been intimidated by such an expression. But Helion is anything but lesser.

So he smirks. Raises his glass ever so slightly in a silent toast.

And Azriel… does nothing. He doesn’t react, doesn’t shift, doesn’t move a single muscle. But the shadows? They do. They curl tighter, darker, whispering things Helion cannot hear.

Oh, Helion muses as he takes a slow sip of wine. This is going to be very interesting.

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The moment Y/N steps away from Helion, the Inner Circle erupts into hushed murmurs.

Cassian is the first to break the silence, his arms crossed over his chest as he grins. “Well, well, well. Y/N really knows how to make an entrance and an impression.”

Mor snorts, taking a sip of her wine. “Did you see his face? I don’t think Helion has been that enchanted in centuries.”

Feyre hums in agreement, her lips twitching. “It’s not often someone manages to leave him wanting more.”

Rhysand, ever the picture of cool amusement, merely watches Y/N from across the ballroom, swirling his wine lazily in his glass. “Helion’s intrigued,” he muses, his violet eyes gleaming with something knowing. “Not that I blame him. Our Y/N is… something else.”

Nesta, seated beside Cassian, raises an elegant brow. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

Amren chuckles, sharp and knowing. “It isn’t. But it is entertaining.”

Elain, ever observant, glances at Azriel, who has been uncharacteristically quiet. His posture remains relaxed, but she doesn’t miss the way his grip tightens ever so slightly around the stem of his glass, his shadows coiling restlessly at his shoulders.

Mor notices too, her golden-brown eyes flicking to him. “Az, you alright there?”

Azriel doesn’t look away from Y/N. Doesn’t even blink. “Fine.”

Cassian smirks, nudging his friend’s arm. “You sure? You look like you want to shadow-walk over there and drag her away.”

Azriel finally tears his gaze away from Y/N and pins Cassian with a flat look. “If I wanted to do that, I would have already.”

Nesta rolls her eyes. “So dramatic.”

Mor, never one to let an opportunity for mischief slip by, leans in toward Azriel with a wicked grin. “You could just ask her for the next dance, you know.”

Azriel doesn’t respond, merely tilts his glass to his lips.

Rhys chuckles, clearly enjoying the entire situation far too much. “Ah, but then where’s the fun in that? I think our dear spymaster enjoys the slow burn.”

Y/N, unaware of the attention still on her, finally makes her way toward them, a victorious little smirk still playing on her lips. “Did you all have fun watching?”

Cassian lets out a bark of laughter. “You were practically putting on a show.”

Y/N shrugs, completely unbothered. “Helion’s entertaining.” Then, casually, “And a good dancer.”

Azriel, who had just taken another sip of wine, sets his glass down with a little more force than necessary.

Mor barely holds back a laugh. “Oh, this is fun.”

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Y/N settles into an empty chair, crossing one leg over the other as she picks up a glass of wine from the table. She takes a slow sip, her smirk deepening as she feels the weight of everyone’s eyes on her—especially one pair in particular.

Cassian, ever the instigator, leans forward on his elbows. “So, how was it?”

Y/N swirls the wine in her glass, pretending to consider. “Mmm… smooth. Confident.” She grins. “He knows how to lead.”

Azriel doesn’t react outwardly, but Mor—who has been watching him like a hawk—catches the slightest twitch in his jaw.

Rhys lifts a brow, his amusement only growing. “And yet, here you are, sitting with us instead of twirling around the ballroom with Helion.”

Y/N shrugs one shoulder, her gaze flicking briefly—deliberately—to Azriel. “I prefer a more… challenging dance partner.”

Azriel, to his credit, meets her stare with an unreadable expression. His shadows, however, betray him—coiling subtly at his back, shifting like restless smoke.

Mor presses a hand to her mouth to hide her grin.

Nesta smirks into her drink. “I’d say you have your pick of dance partners, Y/N.”

Cassian nudges Azriel—not hard, just enough to be obnoxious. “Yeah, maybe someone here should take the hint.”

Azriel finally speaks, his voice smooth, unwavering. “Are you asking, Y/N?”

A challenge.

Y/N tilts her head, pretending to think. “I don’t know. Are you offering?”

The tension between them tightens like a drawn bowstring. A flicker of something dark and unreadable flashes through Azriel’s hazel eyes.

Rhys chuckles, shaking his head. “Careful, shadowsinger. She plays dangerous games.”

Azriel doesn’t look away from Y/N. “So do I.”

A slow, wicked smile spreads across Y/N’s lips. “Good.”

Cassian whistles low, leaning back in his chair. “Well, this just got interesting.”

Mor just grins. “Oh, it’s been interesting for a while.”

[gamarancianne]

GUYSSSSS !!! I was trying to make my blog a little prettier starting with my masterlist. So I made moodboards for the characters that I’ve already written for who are Azriel and Helion… AND IM SO PROUD I JUST WANT TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU !!!

Here they are !!!

I think that’s my new hobby… don’t hesitate to give me feedback!

Sooooo if you want, idk, to ask for a moodboard of a special character, or even better of this character with you, then I’d be happy to make them !!! For this I’ll need like a little description of yourself and the type of relationship you have (siblings, lovers, friends…) !

[velarisdusk]

Series Masterlist

summary: You're dating Cassian, the captain of the Velaris Vipers, a professional hockey team. Things start off simple enough; you go to their games, hang out at team events, and bring lunch to long practices. As you get closer to the team, you find yourself navigating playful flirtations and growing connections with other players, leading to unexpected and intense encounters.

author's note: Everything except 4, 6, and 7 can be read standalone and should still make sense. However, for the best reading experience, I recommend starting with ICJ and reading in order.

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01 Ice Cold Jealousy Cassian x Reader | Explicit | 8.3k words read here or on AO3

Despite the tension on the ice, your relationship with Cassian, the commanding captain of the Velaris Vipers, is anything but cold. His jealousy ignites when the rest of the team's flirtations become too much to ignore. In the aftermath of a disastrous game, the boundaries between playful teasing and intense passion blur, leading to a locker room encounter that challenges both your resolve and your control.

02 Thawing Boundaries Azriel x Reader x Rhysand | Explicit | 11.7k words read here or on AO3

After tension from a failed move at practice leads to a teammate's injury, you and Azriel unexpectedly meet in the locker room. As you share a heated moment, a surprise arrival heightens the stakes, leading to a steamy, forbidden encounter that leaves you questioning your choices and their consequences.

03 Melted Resolve Helion x Reader x Tarquin | Explicit | 15k words read here or on AO3

In the aftermath of a triumphant victory, you join the Vipers at a club they frequent downtown for a night of celebration. Yet, the shadow of past secrets lingers, especially with Rhysand and Azriel nearby. As the night unfolds, a secluded rooftop terrace leaves you grappling with exhilarating passion and profound guilt as you confront the weight of your choices.

04 Shattered Velaris Vipers (except Cassian) x Reader | Explicit | 8k words read here or on AO3

At a lavish party you're reluctantly attending on behalf of your boyfriend, who's occupied with a pressing PR matter, temptation proves too alluring to resist. A heated encounter with several teammates in a secluded room is quickly shattered, forcing you to face the consequences of your actions.

05 Burning Desire Eris Vanserra x Reader | Explicit | 17k words read here or on AO3

In a depression following being caught cheating, a troubling phone call brings a harsh revelation. Distraught and in need of comfort, you turn to Eris, who's been trying to reach out since that night. He provides the emotional and physical escape you need.

06 Embers to Ice Cassian x Reader | Explicit | 6k words read here or on AO3

When something pushes Cassian's anger over the edge, you receive an unexpected text from him. It ignites a fiery and intense encounter, blurring the lines between desire and pain. As his anger drives him to relentless passion, you're left to confront both the storm of emotions and the unsettling truth that follows.

07 Veil of Frost Cassian x Reader | Mature | 4.3k words read here or on AO3

A heated confrontation with Cassian uncovers painful truths, forcing both of you to face the devastation of what's been lost.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I welcome you to the court of Hopes and Second chances where Helion gets a second chance at being a lover and a father and Lucien gets to know what real family is like and just how much he had wanted a sister.

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Part I

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Part III

Part IV

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[littlest-w01f]

Just A Bond

Helion x Reader

For @sjmxreaderweek

Sjmxreader 2025 Masterlist

Day 2 - Friends/Family

Summary: You know that your family loves Helion, but still calling him your mate in front of your parents, who are his close friends, was nerve-racking till you get caught with him.

Cw: Dad's best friend Helion, age difference, kinda heavy making out, everything is fine, this is fine

It was Winter Solstice night, you stood in front of a full-length mirror in your room, wearing your favourite dress from your mother's closet, a deep blue dress, falling off your shoulders, sparkling with stardust, your blue-black onyx hair fell over your shoulders till your waist, bracelets on hands, a gorgeous necklace set on your decolletage. You looked like your mother with your father's features.

Your thoughts drifted to the festivities that would soon start as you dusted powdered blush on your pale, freckled cheeks, the feast, your mother's birthday, and the gift exchange. You had purchased gifts for your parents and brother. Well, one other, for your mate. You heard a gentle knock on your window, and you turned and saw him, Helion, High Lord of Day. Deep brown skin shining through the usual white of his clothes, his hazel eyes locked with yours in a warmth you were used to.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Helion standing outside your window, his warm gaze meeting yours. Even clad in his formal attire, he exuded an aura of power and elegance that never failed to captivate you. As the High Lord of Day, he was a commanding presence, yet when he looked at you, his expression softened, revealing a tender side reserved just for you.

Your breath caught as Helion's handsome face lit up with a radiant smile, his bright hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out a hand, beckoning you closer without breaking eye contact. The winter chill seemed to fade away as you stepped towards the open window, drawn to his magnetic pull.

It was something he and your father had taught each other, a part of you spoke. You quickly composed yourself, not wanting him to sense the whirlwind of emotions he consistently provoked. With a subtle nod, you brought him inside, the cool winter air clung to his garments as he stepped into your cosy room, the scent of pine and sunlight trailing behind him. As the window closed, he turned to face you, his warm gaze sweeping over your ethereal beauty.

"You look stunning tonight, y/n," He said softly, his voice a soothing melody that always made your heart skip a beat. "As beautiful as the night sky." He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

"Aren't you supposed to be drinking with dad?" You asked instead, unintentionally ruining the moment that had formed between you, "He will question why you snuck away..."

You were never involved in the world of Court politics, busy working as a seamstress after you'd grown; you had never met him until a few centuries ago, at your first meeting when you were nearly a century and a half old. And then the bond snapped for both of you, your family's closest friend, centuries older than you.

A playful smirk danced across Helion's lips as he leaned in, his warm breath caressing your cheek. His proximity sent a thrill through you, making your pulse quicken. You couldn't help but notice how his broad chest filled out his snowy-white toga, the fabric straining slightly against his powerful muscles.

"I told him I needed some fresh air." Helion chuckled, the sound rich and melodious, and stepped closer to you, his tall frame casting a shadow on the wall behind you. "Besides, he was being boring. I wanted to see my pretty little mate instead. You’re much more fun."

His hand found its way to your waist, fingers splaying across the fabric of your dress as he drew you nearer. The heat emanating from his body enveloped you, and you felt yourself melting into his embrace. "And," he whispered, his breath caressing your ear, "I couldn't bear to spend another moment apart from you, even if it means stealing a few precious moments."

"You may be his friend but he will hurt you if he caught you with me." You whispered in his chest, "He is insane when it comes to protecting me from the 'charms of males'"

He shrugged casually, running a hand through your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. "I’m not scared of your dad. He’s an old ass. And I'm much more fun." He chuckled, cupping your face in his hand.

He produced a small, ornate box from within his robes and presented it to you with a bow, the gesture playful. "Open it, little moonlight," he urged, his voice low and inviting. "A gift for the most enchanting female in all the Courts."

"You're just as old." You quip back as you accepted the box, your fingers brushed against his, and you felt the familiar spark of electricity course through you. You lifted the lid slowly, revealing a delicate golden clasp adorned with a glittering gemstone. "A... A hair clip?"

Helion smiled, his eyes twinkling with delight at your reaction. "Not just any hair clip, my shine. This is an heirloom passed down through generations of my family. Legend has it that the sunstone holds the essence of the sun itself, hence the name, imbuing the wearer with a radiant inner light."

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and ancient history. You lifted the clip, feeling its weight and the smoothness of the metal beneath your fingertips. The sunstone pulsed with an inner radiance, casting a warm glow across your face. As you gazed into its depths, you could have sworn you saw flickers of golden light dancing within the gemstone's structure.

"It's breathtaking," You breathed, marvelling at the intricate craftsmanship and the mesmerizing gemstone. "Thank you, Helion. I love it."

You handed the jewellery back to him, turning on your heels, silently offering him your hair to put the clip on. Helion's fingers deftly wove through your dark locks, the strands slipping smoothly between them as he worked the delicate clasp.

The sunstone nestled perfectly among your hair, catching the dim light filtering from the faerielights in your room and casting a shimmering aura around your head. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The sunstone seemed to absorb and reflect the colours of your hair. The effect was stunning; your locks now shimmered with an ethereal sheen, as if kissed by the very rays of solar light.

"You wear it well, my love," He murmured, reaching out to cup your cheeks gently. "The legend says this stone amplifies the natural beauty of the wearer, but I think it adorning your lovely head makes it look its best instead."

His gaze lingered on your face, drinking in every detail, the way the starlight danced in your violet eyes, the gentle curve of your cheeks, the fullness of your lips.

"I think you're biased," you teased, trying to lighten the mood, though your heart raced at the sincerity in his words. Your breath caught at the intensity of his stare, feeling the weight of his admiration and affection.

"I have a gift for you too..." You were almost hesitant now, "I didn't use my parent's money so it's not as pretty as this..."

Helion's brow furrowed in concern, his grip on your arms tightening reassuringly. "Yours is the only gift that matters to me, little moonlight. Whatever it is, I promise to cherish it more than any trinket or treasure."

His words warmed your heart, and you felt a surge of confidence. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden box. It was handmade, and the wood was smooth and polished under your fingers. You opened the box to reveal a feathered quill designed in liquid silver, something pure Night Court. "I wanted you to have something you would look at and think of me so... This seemed the best, also there was a WInter Solstice rush so I was really fast in getting it! And-"

"It's exquisite," He breathed, a genuine note of appreciation in his voice, cutting your rambling off. "You clearly put thought and care into selecting it for me." He paused, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. "Although, I must admit, I don't need any gifts to think of you at all times, I always do."

He tucked the quill into the folds of his robe, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I have a feeling this will become a treasured possession, one I'll use often to write letters to my favorite seamstress."

You blushed at his words, at his compliment, the rosy hue spreading across your cheeks as you tilted your chin up, seeking his lips in a kiss.

Helion obliged, his mouth moving against yours with a tenderness that never failed to melt your insides. As the kiss deepened, you lost yourself in the taste of him, the press of his body against yours, the way his arms enfolded you, holding you close.

He let out a low growl of approval as you moaned for him, tugging on your hip so that your body was pressed fully against his. Lips captured in a hard, possessive kiss. One hand stayed on your hip, the other hand moving to the back of your neck to keep you close as he kissed you with reckless abandon.

His tongue delved past your parted lips, tangling with yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless and yearning for more. The taste of him - sweet, spicy, and uniquely Helion - flooded your senses, making your head spin with desire.

As the kiss intensified, his free hand roamed your curves, tracing the contours of your waist, hips, and thighs through the layers of fabric. Each touch ignited a trail of fire in its wake, leaving you trembling and needy.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, their ragged breaths mingling in the cool winter air. "Gods, I crave you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with lust. "Every moment apart feels like an eternity."

Without warning, he scooped you up in his strong arms, cradling you against his chest. "Helion-" You gasped as he sat you on your vanity after moving the makeup and brushes aside. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he positioned you, his hazel eyes burning with an intense hunger as they locked onto yours in the mirror's reflection.

"Look at us," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Beautiful, aren't we? Like two halves of the same whole, meant to be together forever." Leaning in, he nuzzled the exposed flesh, his hot breath tickling your skin as he trailed kisses along your collarbone. "Mine," he growled possessively.

"Sis, when will you- What the fuck?" Your brother stood by the door to your room, having it pushed open, to see Helion tongue deep in your mouth.

You jumped back out of Helion's arms at Nyx's voice, your eyes widening in surprise at the sudden interruption. You cleared your throat, attempting to regain composure, standing from your vanity. "Nyx..." You greeted your brother with a nod, tone measured. "Helion and I were merely…"

You trailed off, leaving the explanation unfinished as you glanced at your mate, seeking guidance on how to proceed in this awkward situation. The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel the weight of your brother's disapproval settling over you like a shroud. There was no getting out of this, "Nyxie..."

"Don't 'Nyxie' me," Nyx's scowl deepened, his piercing blue-grey eyes narrowing as they darted between you and Helion. "Merely what, sis? Kissing an old male hidden in your room." He spat. "You know dad won't take kindly to this, especially since Helion's in your room uninvited."

"It's Winter Solstice, Ny. Please don't make a scene..." You said softly, knowing he probably would, especially when he turned on his heels, rushing down the flight of stairs that led down to the main halls, you rushed after him.

You chased after Nyx, your dress fluttering behind you as you hurried down the grand staircase, the hem brushing against the polished marble steps. The hall bustled with activity, your family drinking and talking, everything pausing as Nyx now stood in front of them, with you behind him, "Nyx..."

The scene of you and your brother standing face to face silenced the chatter of your family. His gaze swept over everyone, landing on your parents who stood near the fireplace, cups of wine forgotten in their hands. Rhysand's brows furrowed in concern while Feyre's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise, at seeing their children in what clearly was a altercation. Nyx's glare intensified, fixing on Helion who had followed you downstairs, looking regal and unflappable despite the turmoil swirling around him.

"What's going on?" Feyre's voice spoke through the tension, gently, as she approached you and your brother. "Tell me what happened, what's wong? We can fix anything, right?"

"I've caught y/n alone in her room with Helion," Nyx declared, pointing accusingly at the High Lord of Day, then back at you, "They were fucking."

The atmosphere grew thick with unease and disbelief. Feyre's eyes flew to you, searching your face for answers, before her gaze shifted to Helion, studying him intently. Rhysand's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he glared at his old friend, a clear display of protectiveness towards his daughter.

"WE WERE NOT!" You yelled after him, feeling your face flush with heat and indignation. "It was just a kiss!"

"What happened, sweetie?" Feyre's voice was laced with a mix of shock and worry. She took a step closer to you, her hand extended, pleading for confirmation or denial. Her eyes bore into yours, seeking the truth in your expression. Her expression softened as she took in your flustered appearance, the way your cheeks burned, and the trembling of your lower lip.

"He's... We..." You sighed, voice shaking, barely a whisper, "Helion is my mate."

The revelation hit your family like a tidal wave, the shock and disbelief evident on their faces. "Finally something fun for Solstice, it's been decades since any drama." Nesta said through the awkward silence, a glass raised at you and your mate before she took a sip, and then her eyes met her mate's. Cassian shook his head, his face his own version of speechless, making Nesta roll her eyes and raise her hands in surrender.

While Lucien choked on his wine next to Elain, his mate rubbed soothing circles on his back. As Lucien slammed his wine down, Elain gave you a sheepish look.

Rhysand's gaze sharpened, his brow furrowing as he studied Helion more closely, perhaps wondering if there was more to this than mere infatuation. Your parents exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of confusion, concern, and a hint of wariness, talking in their minds. Then your father turned to you, "Our office, now. We need to talk."

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, and followed your parents to their private office, the dreaded office, where you usually got called when you misbehaved, well, mostly Nyx, you had been very avoidant of trouble. The heavy wooden doors clicked shut behind you, enveloping the room in a quiet solemnity. Your father gestured for you to sit, while your mother perched on the edge of the desk, her hands clasped together.

"So," He began, his voice calm but firm, "Tell us when did the bond snap?" His gaze swung to you, expectant. "And why keep it a secret from us?" The questions hung in the air, heavy with implication, waiting for you to provide explanations. Rhysand's eyes narrowed slightly, a sign of his growing concern. "Did he force you?"

"NO." Your voice rose at the accusation, "Maybe I did, I wanted us together... But he never forced me into anything."

Your father's eyes softened at your passionate denial, but the underlying concern remained etched on his face. "Okay, let's start again. When did this happen exactly?" He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "And why hide it from us, y/n? We're your family, your support system. Keeping secrets like this can lead to misunderstandings and hurt feelings. Like this."

Your mother added, "We understand the bond snapping can be overwhelming, but we're here to help you navigate it. You shouldn't have to go through this alone." Her tone was gentle, but the message was clear, they expected honesty and openness from you.

"It snapped when we first met..." You whispered, looking at your lap, eyes brimming with tears, not wanting to look at their disappointment, "I'm sorry... I... I didn't tell because he is your friend... He's been your friend longer than... Than I've been alive. You won't like it."

"That was almost two centuries ago, lovely." Your mother tilted your face up by your chin, cupping your cheeks, wiping away the tears, "Shh, don't cry. It's ok, it's just a mating bond."

"That's a significant portion of your life, y/n. Two lifetimes ago, practically speaking. You're barely 400!" Rhysand exclaimed, a note of disbelief in his voice. He rubbed his temples, massaging the developing headache. He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing, "Helion's been a good friend to our family for a long time... This bond between you two is real, and we... We accept it. As your parents, it's our duty to ensure the stability and harmony of our family, even in the face of unconventional relationships. We maybe have been his friends longer, but we are your parents first. We will always be on your side."

"You... You would...?" You whispered, looking up at your father, tears still shining in your eyes. "You'd accept us?"

Rhysand's expression softened, and he offered you a reassuring smile. "Of course, sweetie. If the Mother has given you a bond, we recognize that. What matters most is your happiness and contentment." He leaned forward, moving around to rest against Feyre, placing a comforting hand on your knee. "I do wish to snap his neck but we trust your judgment. Helion's a good male, and thinking about this, perhaps the only one I trust for someone I love like you. If this is what you desire, then we support you both. Had you been younger, things would be different, but you're grown, at the age where the number starts to blur together and you feel ageless."

"Ageless, indeed," your mother mused, her gaze distant for a moment as if recalling memories blurred together decade after decade. "So much changes, yet so much remains the same." She refocused on you, her eyes filled with warmth and acceptance. "Y/n, we want you to be happy. If being with Helion brings you joy, then we won't stand in the middle of it."

Relief washed over you, easing the tension that had knotted your stomach during the tense discussion. "Thank you, Mom... Dad," You said, your voice choked with emotion. You threw your arms around your parents, burying your face in their shoulders as you sobbed quietly, overwhelmed by the depth of their love and acceptance.

After a moment, you pulled back, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands. "I love you both so much," You managed to say, smiling through the lingering mist in your eyes. "I promise, we'll make this work. No more secrets."

Feyre and Rhysand exchanged a look, and then Feyre nodded, "Absolutely, dear. Family should always be honest with each other." Rhysand added, "And Feyre Darling doesn't want me to beat Helion's ass for kissing my daughter behind my back so I'll behave."

You looked up at them, still a little laugh leaving you lips at his quip, "You truly don't care that I ruined our family?"

"Ruined our family?" Feyre laughed, a melodic sound that echoed through the room. "Oh, darling, our family has survived countless centuries of wars, fights, and more. A little unconventional romance isn't going to change that." She reached out, taking your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Rhysand nodded in agreement, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Besides, imagine the interesting dinner conversations we'll have now with Lucien." He chuckled, the sound infectious, helping to ease the remaining tension in the room.

"Oh no, what about Uncle Lucien!?" You gasped, your father's joke making your mind spin.

"Well, son now, since you're mated to his father..." Feyre shrugged nonchalantly, hiding a smile, she was finding this amusing. "Poor Lucien," She giggled, "He'll have to get used to calling you 'mommy' now."

You visibly cringed at her words, "Oh no, the Mother messed up our family tree." Then your eyes were as wide as saucers, "I'M AUNTY LAINY'S MOTHER IN LAW OH COULDRON."

Feyre burst into laughter at your reaction, her shoulders shaking as she held onto her belly. Rhysand joined in, his deep chuckles filling the room.

Once they managed to compose themselves, Feyre wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, grinning at you. "Well, y/n, it seems the Mother does have a sense of humor after all. Just imagine the looks on their faces when they figure out their new family titles!" She giggled, clearly relishing the thought.

She placed a hand on your shoulder, her expression turning serious once more. "But in all seriousness, we're happy for you and Helion. If the Mother deemed you two meant to be, then we respect that bond."

"Can we go back now?" You asked, sighing softly, smiling at your mom, "This is enough drama to last us decades, Aunty Nes would love this... And it is mama's birthday after all..."

Feyre and Rhysand exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison. "Yes, of course, sweetie. Go enjoy the rest of your Winter Solstice celebration with your mate." Feyre stood up, pulling you into a warm hug. "Remember, our door is always open, and we love you no matter what."

Rhysand walked you to the door, his arm slung over your shoulders. "And if anyone gives you trouble, just point them in our direction. We'll handle it." With a final squeeze and a whispered "Be happy," you left the office, ready to rejoin the festivities and face whatever came next with Helion by your side.

As you stepped back into the bustling hall, the sounds of laughter and music washed over you, mingling with the aroma of food and drink. You spotted Helion standing near the fireplace, engaged in conversation with Cassian and Azriel, he was clearly being interrogated by your Uncles, like they said they would do to your mate when you were little. His eyes found you immediately, a radiant smile breaking across his face as you approached them to save your mate.

"About time you returned," Azriel remarked with the usual soft smile that he gave you. Cassian looked genuinely relieved to see you back. "There you are, little bat," He said, ruffling your hair playfully. "I hope your parents weren't too hard on you."

Cassian's tone was deceptively casual. "We were just discussing the bond with your... mate." He emphasised the word, raising an eyebrow at the male.

Helion chuckled, unfazed by the jests. "Regardless, I assure you, our bond is genuine and strong. I wouldn't have pursued her if I didn't believe in its authenticity."

Cassian snorted, rolling his eyes. "Save it for the solstice speeches, Helion."

Helion released a pent-up breath as he turned to you, as if he too had been worried about your fate. "No worse for wear." You assured him, resting your head on your mate's muscular arm. The touch sent a thrill through you, the bond crackling with renewed energy.

Cassian raised an eyebrow at the intimate gesture, but said nothing, simply inclining his head in acknowledgment of your mate status. Azriel, ever the mysterious and stoic one, merely watched the exchange with calculating hazel eyes.

"You're their nephew-in-law now..." You whispered the now messy family dynamics, "Your friend's son-in-law. And I should talk with Uncle Luce too..."

Helion's eyes sparkled with amusement at your teasing remark. "A title I never could have imagined holding, but one I'm proud to bear for you, my beloved mate."

"Sister... I..." Nyx approached you and your mate, now looking nervous, "I didn't know you were-"

"You me, tommorow, the training rink," You cut him off, "We'll talk then. Hmm?"

"I will beat your ass little sis," Nyx smirked, the tension in the room decreasing immensely. The siblings shared a knowing look, their rivalry and banter a familiar comfort. Nyx clapped you on the back, a gesture of camaraderie amidst the familial chaos. "Nah uh, I'll beat you..."

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It was sooo hard to choose from the intimacy prompts 😩 I would read them all!

Could you please do 29 with Azriel x Helion x reader, please 🥺

From this list

29.) kisses when they’re mad

I linger in the doorway, my robe wrapped tightly around me as I watch Azriel and Helion say their goodbyes. My husband leaves soft, lingering kisses on the shadowsinger's brow, his arms wrapped around the other male's neck. They're so beautiful together, it makes it hard to hold onto my anger, but I'm trying to.

Pink and yellow paint the morning sky, the sun chasing away last night's dark clouds. My husband steps back, giving me the space to slide in and say my own goodbyes, but I don't move. I don't have to, though. Azriel gives him a brief nod and closes the distance between us himself.

"Come on, sweetheart. Say goodbye to me. I don't want to leave it like this." His voice is a deep, dark whisper between us, his leather leatherclad hand tilting my chin up. I bat it away, shaking my head. I just want to feel his skin on mine. I want him to stay. My traitorous lip wobbles and he smooths his thumb over it, leaning in to kiss my cheeks.

"I don't want you to leave," I mumble, smoothing a hand over his leathers. "I don't want to share you with them anymore."

"I know," Azriel nods, resting his free hand on my waist, using it to pull me to his chest. Not that I'm putting up much of a fight. I want to feel his body on mine again. "I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"Will you kiss me anyway? Send me with a little luck?"

I tilt my chin up, rising on the tips of my toes to meet him halfway. His lips are warm, and I feel so safe wrapped in his arms. Maybe I'll be over it by the time he comes back. Maybe.

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Acotar characters using nicknames indicative of their courts for readers in fics is something that can be so personal

[writerinthewoods05]

Sinful slumbers

Helion x reader

Your mate has been performing his duties as high lord all day. who can blame you for pulling him into bed as soon as he comes back to you...

Word count: 2.3k

Requested: no

Warnings: smut, oral F receiving, language, fluff near the end, Helion being the most sexy high lord, Helion also being a sweet little shit to the reader, fingering, like one mention of spitting

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Author's note: holy crap this turned out waaaay better than I expected, it also took on a mind of it's own from what I originally wanted but whatever I think it turned out pretty good. Feel free to let me know if I missed any tags and as always, enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so like I said in my last post this is most likely going to be the last spicy fic that I write. I just don't really feel comfortable writing smutty fics anymore and like I said yesterday, I'm just clearing my drafts. Im fine with writing like suggestive stuff but thats gonna be the line. Enjoy!

"hello my love" You sidle up to him and press your lips to his jaw lovingly.

Helion instantly smiles as you press you kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his body, your smaller body pressing firmly into his toned one.

"Hello, My beloved." He murmurs, his voice a low growl as he bends down to press his lips against your forehead. "I missed you, the days get boring without you."

"I missed you too," You bring your hands up to rest on his lowered back, your fingers slipping under his robes, caressing the chocolate skin lovingly.

The touch sends a shiver up Helion's spine, his body instantly reacting to your loving hands. As your fingers caress his lower back in soft, slow circles, he leans down into you giving him access to your neck. He gently tilts his head to press his lips against your ear.

"you know, I'm starting to think," he whispers, "You're wearing too many clothes."

"I could say the same for you sweetheart..." You place another open mouthed kiss on his throat. Helion hums at the feel of your tongue tracing a line up his neck before you bite softly at his collar bone. His head tilts back and his eyes flutter shut. He moans out a soft, "Gods..."

His hand reaches up to cup the back of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair, gently squeezing at the roots. "You're teasing me, sweetling..." he groans.

"I might be, but can you blame me. Look at what your wearing today."

You retract your hand from his clothes to grip his wrist and pressing his fingers to your lips, kissing his hand delicately while holding his stare. Helion's eyes darkened with desire as he watches you press kisses to his knuckles, the delicate action causing him to bite down hard on his bottom lip.

"I was trying to look professional today, love..." he murmurs, his eyes glued to your mouth against his hand, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. "But you always see through me, don't you? You always know just how to get a rise out of me..."

"you know I've always appreciated when you let your arms see the sun..." You give him a mischievous look as you place a kiss on the inside of his wrist next. "I love it almost as much as when you were nothing at all."

Helion shudders as your mouth presses against the sensitive inside of his wrist, the action sending a spark of desire through his body. He lets out a soft, shaky moan as his eyes meet yours. He knows that look, that wicked look on your face.

"Have you been thinking about my arms, love?" He teases, a sly smirk crossing his lips. "Do they excite you?"

"yes but not as much as your hands do..." You let your grip on your wrist falter and your wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him fully. Helion lets out a deep, throaty chuckle as your arms circle his neck, your body pressing fully against him. His own arms automatically wrap around your waist, his large hands settling on your back.

"My hands, darling? My hands..." he murmurs, his smile widening. He slowly guides you back until your body is pressed against a nearby wall, his hips pinning your body between himself and the cold, smooth stone.

"well you are very good at using them." You kiss him tugging slightly on the individual locks on his hair. A deep, guttural growl escapes Helion's throat as you tug on his hair, a shiver running through his body. His hands, the very same hands you were just speaking about, slowly make their way down your body until they reach your hips. He grips your hips tightly and pulls you flush against him, his entire body pressing against yours.

"You have no idea, my love, The things I could do to you with my hands..." he purrs, his lips just millimeters away from your ear, before his teeth lock around your lobe gently.

"show me..." You push against his chest softly and grab the front of his draped, cream tunic. pulling him to the bad before wrapping your arms around his neck again and dragging him down onto the bed to hover over you. Helion growls low in his throat as you guide him towards the bed, his eyes darkening with desire.

He complies willingly, crawling onto the bed with you until he's hovering above, his body dwarfing yours. He positions himself between your legs, his hands slowly making their way to your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher and higher up your legs.

"Are you sure, love? Once I start, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself from keeping you here long into the morning... Again..." He chucked knowing that there are very few days where you both get a full night of sleep.

you wave your hand and a golden glow covers your clothing before dissipating the warm evening air blowing through the open windows and over your naked, heated skin. "My love, I've been your mate long enough to know that once you start something you won't stop until your satisfied with what ever it is your doing."

Helion smirks as you cast away your clothing, his eyes roaming over your bare body, his gaze hot and hungry as he takes you in. He groans quietly, his fingers slowly beginning to trail over your bare skin, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

"You're right, my love," he murmurs, his voice lower than ever. "Once I start, I won't stop until I have you begging to have me inside you, to have me fucking you until you melt. That's my favorite part," he adds, leaning down to press his lips to the pulse point on your neck. you hum in content as you gently grasp his hand and run it down your skin, starting at the swell of your breast all the way down to your pussy, a shiver overtaking you in result to the touch of the pads of his strong fingers.

Helion's hand follows the path you guide, his fingers sliding over your skin, tracing soft circles over your abdomen and hip bones, his touch leaving a trail of fire where ever he reaches. He feels you shiver under his touch and he smirks in response, his mouth never leaving your throat.

"You're sensitive today, love," he rasps against your skin, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and gently sucking on it.

"I've been waiting for you to finish with your duties all day... Mmm" His skilled fingers finally finding their mark and gently running through you sopping slit and pressing to curl inside you deliciously. You run your hands up the sides of his muscled arms as your eyes close happily. A small moan escapes Helion's lips at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders on the way down, his muscles tensing under your touch. He lets out a shaky breath as he continues his assault to your neck, nipping at the space behind your ear his lips and teeth leaving a trail of markings on your skin.

"You've been waiting for this all day, love? Were you thinking about this, darling? While I was out doing my duties? I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, beloved."

"I dreamt about you this morning, and you didn't even stay long enough to fuck me even once..." You ground down and let out a light sound as your hand found his head, pulling his face down to your chest. Helion growls against your breast as you finally pull his face down, his hands pulling away from your pussy to grip your hips, stilling your movements.

"You dreamt about me this morning," He murmurs, his voice slightly strained. "I'm so sorry my love, did you get off to the memory in my absence? You poor thing..."

He gently nips at the sensitive flesh, as he buried his head between your breasts, his hot breath against your skin making your body throb as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. His hands slowly trail down your thighs, rubbing up and down your legs, as he spreads the wide exposing your naked heat to him.

"You must be so needy, love. All worked up and aching for me... Mhmm I didn't mean to leave you all alone for so long but I had so much to do. I'm sorry, lovely." you let him arrange your legs so he can lay between them, holding your thighs up to his waist as he returned to the peaked mound on your chest.

Helion takes his place between your legs, his muscular body towering over yours. He keeps your thighs spread gently under his weight, his hands gripping flesh of your legs, his fingers squeezing gently as he looks down at you with hunger in his eyes.

"That's it...spread for me, love," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Spread for me so I can make you feel good." He continues his attention on your chest, his lips and tongue dancing over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His lips then find their way down to the side of your hip, biting gently before swirling his tongue over the skin as he sucks gently. He then moves his body lower, gently kissing and sucking along your stomach as he moves, his hands roaming the outside of your thighs, massaging the skin, caressing it carfully as if you were made of glass.

"You are so beautiful, darling. So beautiful and mine... only mine," he whispers against your skin, his mouth moving lower. He shuffles down the bed gracefully until he's positioned between your legs, his head resting comfortably between your thighs. He looks up at you through hooded eyes, a sly smirk on his lips as he looks at you, his golden brown eyes almost completely darkened by lust and desire.

"Mhmm...look how perfect you are... just for me," he murmurs, his hands gripping, squeezing your your ass. He leans down and places a kiss on the inside of one of your thighs, his mouth gently nipping at the skin there as he looks at you, his eyes boring into yours.

"And you're all mine, my love," he growls, his voice low and rumbling. "All mine to touch...to taste...to fuck... All fucking mine..." His mouth moves closer to your center, and he blows a puff of cold air over your pussy causing you to shiver in his hold. as he looks at you with darkened eyes, his lips hovering over the sensitive flesh.

"And I'm going to take my time with you tonight, love. I'm going to take my time to make you feel so good, to make you scream for me," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

His mouth then descends, his tongue licking a wide stripe throughout folds. He pulled away and spit down onto you before his tongue flicked out to taste you, to tease you. He moans out softly as he does, his eyes rolling back for a moment at the taste of you, his hands gripping around your thighs to push your hips into the bad pinning you down completely.

"Mhmm...you taste so good, lovely, so sweet my love."

He begins to feast on you, his tongue delving into you, tasting you as much as he can, his body pressing you down into the bed, his hands holding you in place, preventing you from arching up to escape the assault of his tongue. helion lay stomach first on the bed and ground into the bed search for at least some relief for his aching cock.

It didn't take long at all for you to be a crying mess while pulling at his gold cuff adorned locks. Helion groans against you as you pull on his hair, loving the way you react to his ministrations. He loves how he can reduce you to a screaming, begging mess so quickly, his mouth and tongue working you higher and higher. he digs his hips into the bed, rutting harder than he'd like to admit and groans into you as you try to buck your hips up, but he holds them firm to the mattress.

Helion lets out a low, feral growl as you try to thrust your hips up to ride his tongue, his fingers holding your hips in place. his large body still keeping you trapped against the bed, unable to move much at all. He looks up from his position to glare at up you, his eyes dark eyes giving you a look of warning to behave, as he delves his tongue back into you... you voice wavers as you feel your stomach start to flip, the familiar burn in your core before you explode approaching quickly before...

"good morning my love."

The sound of morning birds chirping and sunlight showing through your closed lids. You felt lips on your forehead as you slowly open your sleep heavy eyes. Your mate helion was looking down at you smiling, already dressed for the day as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

"Did you sleep well? You sure sounded like you were sleeping well." Helion said a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smiled down at you. You groaned and lifted an arm to cover your eyes and you turned away from him slightly embarrassed.

"Where are you going so early, the sun hasn't even fully risen yet." You scooch up the bed so your sitting up under the covers. How it it that your mate is allowed to look like one of the gods themselves at the time of morning when you know that you look far worse for wear after helion had his way with you last night.

"I have an insane amount of meetings today, I most likely won't be back until after dinner." He stood planting another kiss to the top of your hair as you tried to lure him back to bed. You drop the sheet to expose your chest and try to tug at he's clothes but he grabs your hands gently and pulls them away from his clothes to kiss them both gently. "As much as I would love to stay in with you today, my love, I unfortunately do have important matters to attend to."

You watched intently as he left your bedroom after reming you to get some more rest. As much as you were aware today would be a very long one after such an unsatisfying morning, you had never been so glad that you just so happened to be a seer. A very long day indeed but at least now you know exactly what you have to look forward to once your mate returns home this evening.

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Helion...

Helion mumbling, "Good morning, my sunshine," when you wake up next to him.

Helion purring, "Sit on my lap, my High Lady," while he gently pulls you down, sitting atop his throne.

Helion growling, "I want my whole court to hear how well I am fucking you. Come on, let them hear it."

Helion announcing, "She is my High Lady, and whatever she says, will be done."

Helion asking, "Is there a problem?" when someone says anything wrong about you, silent rage simmering beneath his skin.

Helion dragging his teeth over your skin, his length buried deep inside of you, groaning, "Do you feel how perfectly we fit? My cock was made for your pretty little cunt."

Helion sitting in a sprawl on his throne, patting his lap, drawling, "Be a good girl and come here. Make daddy feel good."

Helion smacking your backside while he is thrusting into you, growling, "That's my pretty little slut, making me feel so damn good."

Helion purring, "You look pretty in that dress, but knowing what's underneath, I can't wait to tear it off your body."

Helion clicking his tongue, your chin cradled between his thumb and and forefinger, "That's not my good girl, is it? Behave."

Helion moaning deeply when he drives his tongue deep into you. You sit atop his throne, legs thrown over the arm rests.

Helion kissing your cheek, mumbling, "You look breathtaking today."

Helion offering his hand to you, "May I, my sunshine?"

Helion commanding while he is pounding into you, "Say you're mine. Only mine."

Helion holding an door open for you, "After you."

Helion sweeping you up in his arms, laughing loudly, his head tipped back, eyes closed, fully at ease.

Helion crying when he talks about his son.

Helion growling, "Whoever brings upon you won't make it out alive."

Helion kissing the top of your head, murmuring, "You make me feel alive."

Helion gifting you a Pegasus, saying, "Let's go for a ride," while he grins, the sun's warm strays falling upon his skin.

Helion smirking, leaning against the doorframe, "How needy are you for my cock, little slut?"

Helion expressing, "I would wait my whole life time for you."

Helion saying, "You could rival the sun, so bright and beautiful, my mate."