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Don’t Be Mad Sweetheart

PolySJM Week: Day Three

Prompt: Will There Be Enough Room?

Parings: Azriel / Eris / Fenrys / Reader

Summary: Your mates refuse to leave your side even after a fight, your old bedroom might not be able to fight all of them.

Tags: Fluff, Angst, (In-Couple fighting??) a little spicey but no smut.

Word Count: 1229

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I woke to a heavy weight settled against my chest. I wasn’t able to move and panic quickly replaced grogginess as I opened my eyes. The moonlight illuminating Eris tucked in on my left, Fenrys on my right and Azriel laying on top of me, his wings spread out across the three of us and touching the floor. 

They looked rather pitiful. It was an incredibly small bed, Fenrys hulking body smashed against the wall and one of Eris’ legs and arms were hanging outside of it. I think Azriel’s feet might be hanging off the bed. 

I had cried myself to sleep last night in my old bed chambers, tucked away in the back rooms of the Forest House. Eris had gifted them to me when my mates and I were all still courting. He had given Fenrys a similar sad room and we had come to the conclusion that he had done that for the sole purpose of making us run to his bedroom instead, although the sly male would never admit it. 

I can’t believe they had the audacity to come sneak into my bed in the middle of the night after I told them I wanted space after our fight. Guilt and anger clouded my mind, they’d been neglecting me lately. Late nights spent doing their respective court duties and it had turned into a full blown argument, the worst one we’d have since being mated. 

They were confusing me, it warmed my heart they had all crammed their muscular warrior bodies into this tiny bed just to be with me but at the same time it only enraged me further. Now they want to be with me? And spent time with me? After I yelled at them and forced them too? Fuck. Off. 

Small swirling shadows curled up against my ear, comforting me and a few slithered down to my mates as well slowly stirring him. I tried to untangle myself from the mass of bodies but it made it difficult. It didn't help that an illyrian warrior had his face tucked on my stomach. I was surprised he wasn’t crushing me to death. 

I tried to lift him off of me again but he only tightened his grip on my waist.  Mumbling something and I groaned in annoyance. “What the hell are you oafs doing.” I snapped out, Azriel lifted his head blinking the sleep from his eyes. “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Don’t smartmouth me.” 

“I wasn’t-”

“We haven’t spent a night apart, do you think we’re going to start now sweetheart.” Fenrys mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion and he started running his fingers through my hair. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at the touch and I pushed it away.

“Surprised you even had the time to walk all the way down here.” I hissed. “Just, get off of me.” I said pushing at Azriel’s shoulders again, I knew they could feel the hurt down my bond, Azriel lifted himself on his forearms but made no move to fully remove himself. With Eris in the way I couldn’t exactly slide out from under him. I think the asshole was purposely blocking my exit.

“We’re not spending a night away from you.” Eris growled.

“No. I’m mad at you. Go sleep with the dryads for all I care.” Fuck them honestly. I already felt guilty for the things I’d said yet I was still angry at them. It wasn’t a good mix of emotions and it made my bad mood even worse. 

I crawled out from under Azriel, removing his arm and rolling myself on top of Eris. -Gods this mattress was tiny- All I had to do was roll down to the floor and find a different room to sleep in. One with a lock. 

Eris was faster than me and he trapped me close to him with his arms. He then flipped us around so he was pinning me to the mattress below him. Knocking Azriel into Fenrys in the process. “Ouch.” Azriel mumbled and Fenrys pressed a comforting kiss to the male’s forehead, then the corner of his mouth. 

“You can be mad at us and still share the same bed.” Eris demanded, it only made me angrier and I lifted myself, pressing my weight into my arms and elbows, our faces close together. “No, you don’t get to just command that of me you selfish, egomaniacal prick I-” 

Eris slammed his lips to mine, pulling a moan from me unbidden. I let it continue a few moments longer than it should’ve. Momentarily forgetting about everything that had transpired. 

When I did remember however I shoved him off me, pushing him into the duo tucked away to the corner of the mattress. Someone made a small ‘oomph’ sound and I swore a few pieces of the wall splintered as Fenrys got tucked further into it. 

God I was such a bitch- guilt made me start angry crying and I wiped away the tears as fast as I could. “You don’t get to just- don’t get to just fucking pretend I don’t exist and then demand we continue as if everything is normal.” I sobbed out, my breaths coming out unevenly and I tucked my knees to my chest. 

Movement stirred behind me, the mattress shifting with the males weight. One settled me into his chest and I recognized Fenrys by his scent. Eris by my side and Azriel in front of me, all somehow touching me and making the hurt worse and simultaneously calm me down. 

“We’re sorry baby.” Fenrys spoke softly, pressing a kiss to the juncture of my throat. “We want to  make it up to you.” Azriel agreed, running a hand up and down my leg. 

“I’m sorry love.” Eris was next to speak after a moment of hesitation he continued. “I didn’t mean to push you aside, I just- got wrapped up in my own head, in the court and pushed everyone past their limits. I didn’t mean to-” His voice broke slightly and I lifted me head so I could wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry too.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I was mean.”

“We were all mean.” Azriel uttered, his tone regretful. 

“We’re going to take a vacation, I promise.” Eris vowed, Fenrys smirked,  eyeing my body up and down. “Where we’re definitely going to try and make it up to you.” 

“Can we go back to bed now please.” The Illyrian yawned and I giggled at the sight of the three massive males all crammed into my tiny bed. 

Fenrys eyed the mattress as if it offended him. “Our bed please, I think this thing gave me permanent back issues.” 

“If Eris hadn’t stuck me in this room when I first arrived at Court your back would be saved from turmoil.” 

Eris smirked, leaning his head against the wall. “What can I say? I wanted you three in my bed.” 

“I fucking knew it!” Fenrys exclaimed and I just gave the red headed male an exasperated look. My mate picked me up and carried me from the dusty room. “We’re going to get him back for this.” He whispered softly in my ear, sending tingles down my spine. 

Eris and Azriel walked behind us hand in hand and I giggled against Fenrys’ chest. “One hundred percent.”

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Heaven

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Morsta x Reader

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Summary: You've been sent to the Continent to negotiate trade deals for the Night Court, with Nesta and Mor as your companions. You struggle to find lodgings for the night, and when you do, it's a room with one bed, just large enough to fit the three of you on.

Warnings: smut, slight bickering between Nesta and Mor

Words: ~3.8k

Author's Note: ohhh boy I did not really except this to get smutty (idk WHAT I was thinking, it's ONE BED??) but here we are. I cut it off cause it was getting too long and I wanted to get it out on time lol. I hope you like it! I loooove this pairing so muuuch it's perfect, I love my girls 🥹 read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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You were exhausted, and had long since grown silent, while your companions had become louder and more irate, sniping at each other whenever the opportunity presented itself.

The day had started out pleasant enough, with Mor winnowing you and Nesta to the Continent. Rhys had sent the three of you to smooth out the kinks in a few trade deals that had popped up, and you had landed in the largest port city on the western coast, Torva, around eleven. Since arriving, you had spent twelve hours in meeting after meeting, barely having a chance to scarf down a small dinner.

And now?

Now you had been wandering around the city for an hour, stopping at every inn to find rooms for the night. Nesta had stopped going inside after the fifth one, instead waiting outside for the news, a curse leaving her lips with each time you and Mor returned, empty handed.

“Maybe we’ll sleep in the streets,” Nesta groaned as the three of you began walking, the next inn looking to be a few buildings down. “Just what was Rhysand thinking, not preparing lodgings for us?”

Mor rolled her eyes before replying, “He was thinking that we would be done before dinner time, the stupid twat.”

“Twat is right,” Nesta grumbled as Mor pulled open the door of the last inn on this street, and you gave Nesta a tight smile before following her inside, hoping with all your heart that this would be the inn to have something available for the three of you.

You didn’t know how much more of their bickering you could take.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The fae at the counter asked as you and Mor approached, Mor’s elbows landing on the counter as she sighed loudly.

“We’re hoping that you have three rooms available? Though at this point, we’d take anything that you have,” Mor said, doing a good job of keeping her exhaustion and irritation out of her voice.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have three rooms, but we do have one room with a large bed,” the female said hesitantly, her nervous eyes flicking between the two of you. “Will that be alright?”

You bit your lip and exchanged a look with Mor. “I’ll go talk to Nesta,” you said reluctantly when Mor showed no signs of moving. The door swung open with a slight creak and you rejoined Nesta, her eyes trained on the night sky above you. “So…” you started. “They only have one room available, and its only got one bed. Will that be… okay?”

Nesta inhaled sharply before training her silver eyes on you. “I suppose… It will be better than sleeping outside, at the least.”

You nodded in agreement before opening the door once more, Nesta following closely behind you this time, and you both rejoined Mor at the counter, who had been engaging in polite small talk with the other fae.

“We’ll take the room,” Nesta said with authority, the clerk nodding a moment later before handing over a key, taking the small pouch of coins that Mor handed her in exchange.

“Very well, if you ladies would follow me,” she said, stepping out from behind the counter and leading the three of you up the stairs, down a hallway, took a right, and three door down she stopped before a door, stepping aside to allow Nesta to open the door. “We serve breakfast from six to noon, if you’d like something brought up to the room, there is a menu along with a note pad that will send your order to the kitchens. If you need anything at all, I’ll be downstairs through the night,” she said warmly before stepping around the three of you and heading back the way you’d come.

Nesta entered the room first, loosing a sigh at the room. “That bed will not fit the three of us.”

Mor laughed bitterly. “Yes it will, Nesta. You just won’t be able to sleep without touching us.”

She glared at Mor, crossing her arms over her chest. “No, the bed is not big enough for three people to sleep comfortably.”

Her words made Mor scoff. “Comfortably, you say, meaning without touching either of us,” Mor hissed, opening her mouth to continue the budding argument.

“Okay, I’m going to go take a quick bath,” you said, hoping to interrupt them before they really got going. Or at least escape the worst of it while you got cleaned up from the long day. “Mor, you said that could you could give me a change of clothes?”

“Uhm, yeah I’ll bring them in to you in a few minutes,” Mor said, glancing at you as you walked towards the washroom before turning her attention back to Nesta. “You just don’t want to share a bed with other women, do you? Or do you think I’m going to-”

You shut the door to the bathroom just before she finished the sentence, but you could hear Nesta’s enraged response at whatever it was that Mor had accused her of thinking. A sigh left your lips as you slipped out of your clothes, your dress, socks, and underthings falling in a pile over your shoes before you stepped out of it.

The tub filled up quickly with hot water, steam rolling off of it thanks to whatever magic the inn was equipped with. You sank into it eagerly, breathing deeply as you relaxed into the water, the heat melting away your tension.

Until you heard Nesta and Mor’s voices, still arguing back in the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling before closing them and taking a deep breath, sinking your head below the surface.

Under the water was peaceful, calm. All you could hear was your heartbeat and the sound of water bubbling in your ears.

A welcome change.

But eventually you needed to breath, and you moved above the surface, the sound of arguing still greeting you. You sighed as your annoyance with the pair of them grew.

Couldn’t they put it to rest, at least until morning?

You scrubbed yourself quickly, wanting to get out of the tub so you could make them cease whatever petty argument they were currently wrapped in. Within five minutes you were up and wrapped in a towel, your wet hair dripping down your back as you opened the bathroom door.

“Hey,” you said loudly, grabbing the attention of both Nesta and Mor, stopping Mor mid-sentence. “Can the two of you calm down? And Mor, do you have something I can wear?” you asked shortly, fed up with their childish behavior. Nesta, you could excuse, being so young compared to you and Mor. But Mor? Mor was older than you, she should not be behaving like a cranky ten year old.

Color rose to Mor’s cheeks as she stared at you. “Oh, uh… Here,” she said, handing you a night gown made of a dark purple silk.

“Thank you. I’ll be out in a moment, and one of you can bathe.” You shut the door behind you without waiting for a response. Your hair was wrapped in the towel before you pulled the nightgown over your head, the soft silk pleasantly running down your skin, ending just below your hip.

“Mor?!” you asked as you left the bathroom, your brows pulled together. “What is this? You call this a nightgown?!”

Mor smirked at you from her spot in a chair, Nesta standing against the opposite wall. “You needed something to wear, and I provided it,” she explained with a shrug, but the sparkle in her eye told you she might have another possible motive.

You narrowed your eyes at her. A nightgown did not mean lingerie!

“Well, I’m going to go take a bath,” Nesta said, taking your expression as a cue to leave.

“Mor!” you hissed as you approached her, pushing her shoulder back against the chair. “If you want to keep playing this low-key, maybe you shouldn’t be dressing me in nothing!”

Mor merely pulled you into her lap, your thighs spread over her lap - a usual, tempting position for the two of you. But Nesta was in the next room, for an undetermined amount of time -

Mor’s lips on your neck drew a low moan from your throat as you melted into her. “Mor,” you whined softly in her ear, sighing when her hands rubbed your back soothingly.

“You look so pretty in this one, doll,” Mor said against the skin of your neck before pulling you back, eyes greedily drinking you in. “I love this especially,” she said with a smile as she ran her fingers over your breasts, the delicate lace that made up the cups of dress just barely covering your nipples. “And this.” Her hands squeezed your bare ass, two fingers drifting lower to dip into your cunt, just barely. “So wet for me already, love,”Mor hummed in satisfaction.

You sighed against her neck, burying your face in her hair. “Was this your plan? Get me to the Continent and tease me to death?”

Mor chuckled beneath you, pushing her fingers in deeper, setting a slow pace. “Not really, I thought that we would be done with negotiations before dinner, if I’m being honest,” she said as you whimpered into her hair, clenching around her fingers as you thought of how easily you could be caught. “My plan was to make you wear this pretty pretty dress and ride my face until you’re begging for me to stop because you’ve cum too many times,” Mor whispered into your ear lowly, chuckling when you shuddered against her at her words. “But I suppose… Since we’re sharing a bed with Nesta,” she growled, pulling you away from her neck by your hair when you clenched at the sound of her name. “Oh? Does my pretty girl want to share a bed with Nesta too? Hmm?”

She pushed a third finger into you when you didn’t answer, a loud whimper tearing from your lips. “Fuck, yes, okay, yes!” you admitted into the air between you, relieved when Mor pulled you back against her, your hips grinding down on her hand.

“Good, because I think this could be a fun way to get Nesta to admit that she’s wanted to fuck both of us for at least a year,” Mor said with a bright smile before taking her fingers out of you, holding them in front of your mouth. “Open, pretty girl, and you just might get your wish today.” You bit your lip before opening wide, letting Mor push her fingers into your mouth, your tongue licking them clean of your slick as a blush covered your cheeks. “Good girl,” Mor praised, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before gently getting you to stand again.

Your ears picked up the sound of sloshing water, a sign that Nesta was likely climbing out of the bath, and only a minute or two away from leaving the washroom. Good thing Mor was paying more attention.

“Now, no finishing yourself before I get out of the bath, okay? That goes for letting Nesta make you cum, doll,” Mor whispered to you as she led you over to the bed, drawing back the covers. “But you can make her cum plenty, if she’s willing.”

You nodded, eager to abide by her rules - she always rewarded you so nicely when you did. You slid beneath the sheets, certain that your scent would still be plenty noticeable by the time Nesta came out of the bathroom.

Which was right when Mor had stepped away after pulling the covers over you, wrapped in a towel just as you had been.

“Mor do you…?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Mor pulled another nightgown from thin air, this one made of a silver silk. “Here,” she said as she handed it to Nesta, purposefully brushing her hand softly against hers before releasing the dress.

Nesta merely nodded her head before shutting the door, returning less than a minute later clad in a nightgown that hugged her curves, but was thankfully less revealing than yours. Mor slipped into the bathroom giving you a smile and a wink before shutting the door, leaving you alone in a room with Nesta.

And very aroused.

In practically nothing.

A Nesta was slipping under the covers right next to you!

You laid very, very still against the mattress, refusing to move an inch. She would need to make some kind of move.

“So… You and Mor?”

Your head turned quickly to the left, meeting Nesta’s gorgeous silvery blue eyes. “Uh… Yeah, sorry,” you said sheepishly, your cheeks reddening further.

“No, no, don’t be. I’m just…” Nesta paused.

“You’re just…?”

“Just… Wondering if there’s room to play? With me, specifically,” Nesta said breathlessly. “Mor happened to be talking-”

“What?” you asked, sitting up and letting the covers fall from your chest.

“Just about how much she’s wanted to fuck me since we met,” Nesta explained, one of her hands finding yours. “So when I came back out and the room is absolutely soaked in your scent, which is delicious by the way, I assumed that Mor might have had an ulterior motive for telling me tonight.”

You bit your lip, less nervous now that she’d displayed obvious interest. “Maybe… But I had no idea that this was at all in the cards. Not that I’m complaining,” you said with a flirty smile on your lips as you gripped her hand back. “So… Can I kiss you?”

Nesta smirked at you, and tugged you towards her by your hand. You complied, slotting yourself over her as you had with Mor, your hands reaching to hold the back of her head, her golden blonde hair so soft. Only a moment’s hesitation before you were pressing your lips gently to hers, indulging in the softness of her plush lips.

You attempted to pull back, only for Nesta to tug you in closer, one hand gripping your hair and the other on your lower back. Your mouths moved in tandem, one of your own hands travelling down from her hair to her chest, running over the neckline of the nightgown Mor had lent her.

Nesta broke away gasping when your fingers slipped below, brushing against one of her nipples lightly. You smirked at her as you moved your hand to the right strap, flicking it off of her shoulder before repeating it on the left side, enjoy the uneven breaths Nesta was taking, the way her skin was rising into your touch. A nod from Nesta when you made eye contact, your hands poised to pull the fabric down, let you do so, your eyes glued to the perfect, milky white skin of her breasts and puffy pink nipples.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” you breathed before lowering your mouth to the right one, laving your tongue over her nipple, soaking in the quiet gasp Nesta let out for you. A hand was still knotted in your hair, but her other had travelled from your back to your shoulder when you’d slid down her. And now, she moved it around your shoulder and down your own chest, slipping under the lacy detailing to pinch one of your nipples, a soft moan leaving your mouth, muffled by her skin.

Her hand tightened in your hair, the sting light enough to be pleasant, and you flicked your eyes up to look at Nesta’s face. Silver eyes met yours, closing when you lightly grazed your teeth over her nipple. You pressed wet kisses to the skin of her chest, moving over to her left side to pay love to an equally perfect breast, suckling a dark mark onto the underside of it, loving the soft hiss Nesta let out at the mild pain, soothed away by your tongue a moment later.

“I think this,” you tugged on the silver silk, “Needs to come off.” Nesta grinned at you, releasing your hair and letting you lift the fabric over her head, tossing it off to the side. You scooted down the bed a bit before pulling Nesta down by her hips so her head was resting comfortably on a pillow.

“You’re treating me like such a-” Nesta gasped when your lips connected with her skin again, this time kissing a slow path down her neck, down her chest. “Such a princess, I’m not used to it.”

You paused your movements, looking up at her. “Not used to it? What horrible, awful people have you been sleeping with that they don’t treat you, Nesta Archeron, Lady Death, a goddess in the flesh, like a princess?” You asked softly, saddened that Nesta hadn’t been treated well by her past lovers.

Well, from now on, you would make sure she was treated like a princess, every damn day of her life. You were mostly sure that Mor would be okay with it, given how she set all of this up.

Nesta’s cheeks were red, and she turned her eyes away from yours. “Hey,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to each cheek. “You are amazing, Nesta, and I’m just sad that you haven’t been treated the way that you deserve. Will you let me show you?” you asked her once she was willing to meet your eyes again. “Just a nod or a shake, that’s all I need. I’m fine either way, and Mor will be too, love.”

Nesta bit her lip, her eyes drifting to your lips, dipping lower to see how the fabric of your nightgown had fallen from your chest slightly, letting her see down your front. A tiny nod of her head, and you resumed placing soft, soft kisses down her chest, paying extra attention to both breasts before moving lower. You kissed down the smooth skin of her abdomen, past her bellybutton, making eye contact before moving lower.

Nes placed her hand in your hair, gently pushing you lower, a smile on your lips as you kissed lower once more, over the soft hair at the apex of her thighs before pulling back. You parted her legs gently and settled yourself between them, loving the sharp inhale Nesta took when your breath puffed over her core for the first time.

Your eyes locked onto hers when you pressed the first kiss to her pretty, gleaming pussy, noting the way they shut for a moment before fluttering back open, meeting yours once more. And when you licked a slow stripe up her, you loved the way they squeezed shut, only opening when you pulled away for a moment to move loop both of your arms under her legs, hands curled to rest where her legs and hips meet.

They shut as soon as your tongue flicked over her clit, and you smiled before repeating the action, loving the tiny wiggle Nesta’s hips did in response. You set to feasting on her, dipping your tongue inside of her shutting your eyes at just how soaked she was, proud of your handiwork.

You didn’t move your mouth from her core, even when you heard the bedroom door open and felt Nesta wiggle in your hold. The bed dipped behind you and your hips were lifted up slightly, and you jolted when Mor’s tongue ran over your cunt without a warning.

Mor chuckled when she pulled away. “I thought I could still get my wish to have you sit on my face, doll, unless you don’t think you can multitask?” she asked skeptically, her breath puffing against your core.

You pulled your mouth from Nesta, locking eyes with her, a smile on your face. “I can do both,” you said breathily, not wasting another second before diving back down, sucking on Nesta’s clit gently this time.

“Fuck,” Nesta moaned, her hips grinding into your mouth for a moment. “She can do both, Mor.”

No time was wasted as Mor pulled your hips down onto her face, a moan leaving you, muffled by Nesta’s skin.

You felt like you had died and gone to heaven, with how amazing the night had turned out, Nesta’s cunt on your tongue, and Mor’s tongue on your cunt.

And you could certainly get used to it.

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Tea for Early Birds

Summary: A soft morning in the (previously empty) gardener's cottage at the back of Rosehall.

Pairing: Elain/Lucien/Gwyn/Azriel

For @polysjmweek Day 3: Will there be enough room?

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     Four mugs hang from hooks above the teapot. Four ceramic mugs, each with her little sister’s initials carved into the bottom in lieu of a signature or artist’s seal. The first is glazed like an open flame, shades of red and orange and yellow that bleed into the palest blue; next to it hangs a pale cream mug, painted with the loveliest swirls of pastel pink rosebuds. The third is embedded with seashells, its glaze the brilliant turquoise of Summer’s clear waters. Finally, half-hidden in the shadow of a shelf, is a mug glazed in rich cobalt, as vivid as the siphons glittering from her nightstand. Four mugs, one for each of the cottage’s occupants when they’re here.

     It’s a rare moment when all four are in use at once. More precious than the pearls dangling from her ears. Elain tugs the silk tie on her dressing gown a little tighter, then fills the copper kettle with water and sets it over the flame. Her golden brown hair falls in waves down her back, longer than it’s ever been. She’d cut it if she didn’t like the way it looked wrapped around Azriel’s fist, or tangled between Gwyn’s long, deft fingers, or splayed across Lucien’s chest. She braids it quickly as she waits for the water to boil, tying it off with a spare ribbon she finds tucked away in the drawer of spare bits and bobs. It drapes over her shoulder like a rope, reminding her of a story their mother used to tell her and Nesta when they were small and she’d had too much wine for dinner.

     A story about a beautiful girl, trapped in a tower. She’d spent so much of her life feeling like that girl, hadn’t she? Trapped in her mother’s expectations, then society’s, then her sisters’ until she thought she might drown from the weight of it all.

     Elain doesn’t feel like she’s drowning here. Rosehall looms in the distance, the home Azriel keeps for his mother, a home they might one day move into themselves when their little family finally expands. For now, this empty cottage at the edge of the grounds suits them all just fine.

     There are robins in the nest they built in the window box among the petunias. She’s been keeping an eye on the blue speckled eggs for the last week, waiting for them to hatch. What a joy it will be to watch the baby birds grow this spring. The mother robin rustles her feathers, flicking the dew from them as she fights the call of the first rays of the sun for a few more precious minutes of sleep. A sympathetic noise creeps up her throat as Elain tugs at the end of her braid. She’d have loved to sleep in a little more, but Lucien is due to return this morning from his latest visit to Vassa and Jurian and she wanted to be ready. Though he did mention he might stop in Spring first-

     “Got you,” a light, soft voice whispers against the shell of her ear. Elain braces her hands against the countertop while a long, lithe body presses against her back, trapping her between leanly muscled arms as Gwyn dots kisses on the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Her heart flutters as she leans back against her lover with a content sigh; one pale, freckled hand darts beneath her dressing gown to settle against her ribcage, just beneath her breast. Can Gwyn feel the way it skips at the slightest provocation?

     “You’re awake early.”

     “You started it.” Gwyn’s middle finger lazily traces the little brown mole she often rains kisses upon when it’s just the two of them, and she has nothing but time to chart the curves and valleys of Elain’s body. “The bed is much colder without you in it.”

     “Liar,” she scoffs, shaking her head. “Azriel puts off enough heat for three people.” From the size of the male in question to the sheer expanse of the wing he so often drapes across the bed, it’s impossible to sleep near him and not be engulfed by his warmth. Not that Lucien is much different, with all of that fire blazing in his veins.

     “Fine, then. It’s less comfortable without you. Are you so eager for the fox to return to the henhouse that you couldn’t remain in bed a moment more?” Light nips at the curve of her shoulder give way to slow, warm kisses, and the tip of Gwyn’s freckled nose nudges the trim on her pale, lace robe aside, baring more of Elain’s creamy skin to the morning light.

     Elain sighs, lightly patting Gwyn’s arm as the faint sound of water beginning to boil reaches her ear. She’ll need to move the kettle off the burner soon. “I am eager. So are you, even if you won’t admit it.” Her mate has bounced between courts for so long. His absence should be second nature to the both of them, but since accepting the bond…she misses him in the way she would a limb, he’s so much a part of her now. How strange, these fae mating bonds. Stranger still, the way she misses the mated pair who share their home, their bed, their lives. Their hearts. No, Elain isn’t eager to be parted from them, either, and that time is coming sooner than she likes to think about. She turns in Gwyn’s embrace, lets her kiss away her melancholy pout, and forgets all about the robins in the window box for the moment.

     Then the faint creak of the front door opening catches her attention. The barest scuff of soft boots on the wood floor, the sound of a rucksack dropping unceremoniously to the ground. Her heart flutters and Gwyn rolls her magnificent blue eyes, a small smile on her pale lips as Lucien sidles up behind her and traps them both between his arms, his hands braced on the counter. Amusement dances in his russet eye, and a fondness that makes Elain melt just a little. There’s a tiredness in the corners of his eyes and the tightness in his smile she doesn’t miss, and her hands find their way to his sides around Gwyn, a connection they both need after so much time apart.

     “It seems we’ve caught a grumpy little fish, Elain. Whatever will we do with her?” He says by way of greeting, kissing the top of Gwyn’s head before leaning around her to properly greet his mate. Gwyn sighs, more for show than out of genuine irritation, letting her forehead rest against Elain’s shoulder as she waits for them to finish. She knows better than to get between them if she doesn’t want to be trapped – and she’s certainly more than equipped to get away, should the need arise.

     “Are you not the fish expert?” Elain asks dryly when they part.

     “An expert at catching them, perhaps. And certainly at eating them-”

     “I haven’t had breakfast,” Gwyn mutters, her cheeks and ears turning the loveliest shade of pink. Elain kisses her, nipping lightly at her lower lip until that pout becomes a brilliant smile once more. When she pulls away, she notices the shadow darting up over Gwyn’s shoulder, their only warning before Azriel’s tugging at the end of Lucien’s braid, stealing a blue bead she watches him pocket on his way to remove the kettle just as it begins to whistle. Lucien shoots him a put-out look, pulling the braid back over his shoulder before he sets about making himself useful, pulling the mugs down from their hooks and working with Azriel to prepare everyone’s tea, just the way they like it.

     “Weren’t you supposed to be gone longer?” Azriel asks conversationally – or, at least, as close as he ever gets to it.

     “Didn’t you miss me, Shadowsinger?” Lucien asks wryly. “Or were you perfectly content without backup?”

     “I think you’ll find I handled our females-”

     “Handled,” Elain scoffs, shaking her head. “I believe you were the one being handled, my love. And you didn’t have much to complain about.”

     “Oh, darling, I never do.” Something in Elain settles at the sweet way he teases her. Content, she wraps her arms around Gwyn’s waist, holding onto her as they wait for the tea to steep.

     “Better now?” Gwyn teases as shadows dance around them, playing in their hair, gliding over their skin. A few dart over to Lucien, slipping into his pockets, inspecting his new jewelry and the beads in his hair. They’ll never hear the end of it if they make off with any more of them.

     “Perfect. Let’s feed you, my love, before the males dole out any more opinions on your mood or mine.”

     “Please tell me there are more blueberry scones.”

     “Gwyneth, there are always blueberry scones,” Azriel says, pulling one from the pastry box they keep in the corner. Elain catches his eye and he winks, pulling out another for her, too. Maybe he’ll help her make more this afternoon, once everyone’s settled in for the day. Surely they can have one perfect day, just the four of them, before court duties summon them from their safe haven.

[nocasdatsgay]

Not Going Anywhere: Spring Time Affairs

Pairing: Tamlin/Elain/Lucien/Flora| Rating: G | Word Count: 934

Master List| Read on Ao3

Summary: Elain is pregnant with her first child and Ez has concerns about his place in Elain and Lucien’s life now.

Author’s note: For Day 3: Will There Be Enough Room @polysjmweek

Tagging: @ninthcircleofprythian @hieragalbatorixdottir @thisblogisaboutabook @daycourtofficial @secret-third-thing @pit-and-the-pen

“Wait, when does Lucien come back?” 

Flora had stood up fast, turning to Elain with wide eyes. Before, they were working in silence. Flora picked herbs for one of her new experiments, while Elain sat on a stool in front of a portable table, propagating some tulips from the continent. They both started early while the greenhouse was still cool.

Elain glance up thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. Should be before dinner.”

Flora sighed deeply, dumping her herbs into her basket. “I doubt that will be in time. I forgot to tell you, Ez wanted to speak with you both today. Knowing him, he’ll find you first.” 

Elain gently tilted her head.  “What for?” 

“For that,” Flora pointed at Elain’s round belly hidden by the table. “He’s worse than me with his worries. He told me last night he thought you and Lu would be leaving and not love him anymore.”

Elain’s eyes instantly watered, shock etched into her features. “Why would he ever think that?” 

“I don’t know,” she sighed and placed her herbs in her basket. “I asked if it was nerves from not being the only youngling anymore. He said no, he was still excited. I think someone in court said something in front of him. You know, because of Lucien’s real father.” 

Elain instantly angered. “They have no right to gossip in front of our boy like that. It’s none of their business who Lucien might be tied to. We talked to Helion half a century ago. He isn’t going anywhere any time soon. By the mother, if something happens the magic might even choose Elios instead of Lucien.” 

“Cauldron knows it but these old fae like gossip.” Flora sighed heavily again. “Remember when I had Ez? I just knew they were whispering behind my back.” Then she laughed. “Maybe that’s why Ez worries so much.”

“Maybe.” 

A flood of emotions hit Elain hard. It was easy to be overwhelmed with the babe growing inside her. She rubbed her stomach, the babe gently kicking back. Ez had been the most excited out of all of them when Elain’s scent changed. Once he knew what that meant anyways. He’d help her pick out the colors for her announcements and theme for the nursery. She didn’t understand why he would suddenly think they would leave. 

Sure enough, he found her later while she was sitting by the fountain in the afternoon, soaking in the sun and cool breeze in the swing. Judging by the ink on his hands, he’d finished lessons for the day. She smiled at him as he approached, trying to not giggle as she watched him brush his blond hair out of his face from the wind. 

“Lainy?” 

“Yes, my little beastie?” 

He smiled bashfully, stopping in front of her. “Mama said I should talk to you.” 

“Did she?” Elain feigned ignorance. “About what?” 

 “Well, you and Lu are having a baby.” He glanced down at her stomach. 

“We are.” 

“And you said I was your baby.” 

“I did.”

There was a long pause between them and Elain rocked the swing with her foot gently while Ez looked at the ground. 

He finally whispered, “So you, you don’t need me anymore?” 

It hurt Elain’s heart to hear him say it. More so than she thought it would. She blinked profusely before asking, “What do you mean, Ez?” 

“You have your own baby now. You don’t need me anymore. I’ll just be mama and papa's.”

“Why would you think that?” 

“I know you love me and mama and papa. But you aren’t my mama.” He frowned, with tears in his eyes. “Are you going to leave and have a new house? For your new baby?”

Mother help her. 

“Come here,” Elain stopped the swing and reached out to him. He hesitated, but stepped forward. Elain cupped his face and brushed his cheek with her fingers. “Why do you think we are going to leave?”

“Drax moved away.” He whispered. 

Right, Elain thought. Drax was one of the few younglings Ezyrn’s age. Soren was expecting again and announced it right as her husband agreed to take on governing duties in the village in the east. They’d left a week ago, which explained Ez’s sudden thoughts.

“We aren’t going to leave. Ez, look at me.” She tilted his chin up gently. “You are just as much my baby as this one. I will always need you, my little beastie.” 

“Even Lu?” 

“Lu especially. We love you very much. We aren’t going anywhere. Understand?” Ez nodded. After a moment she sat back and added. “Do you want to know a surprise?” His eyes widened and he nodded again. “It’s a boy. Which means you’ll have a brother in a sense. Your mama doesn’t know yet. Do you want to be the one to tell her?”

He grinned.“And papa?” 

“Papa knows.” She couldn’t help herself laughing. Ez didn’t know it was payback for when he was in his mothers belly. “It’s a surprise for just your mother. The court doesn’t know yet either.”

“Can I go tell her now?” His face was lit with excitement. 

“At dinner. I want Lu and your father to see the look on her face too,” Elain replied, with a cryptid smile of her own. She stood from the swing and held out her hand to Ez. “Let’s go for a walk. Tell me about what you learned today.” 

Any fears Ez had were gone. He took Elain’s hand and they walked to the gardens together while he told her about his studies of the day. 

[polysjmweek]

Day 3 Masterlist: Will there be enough room?

Fanfic

"Tea for Early Birds" by @whisperingmidnights (ElainX Lucien X Gwyn X Azriel)

"What The Heart Can Hold" by @sonics-atelier (Nuan X Cressida X Emerie)

"Vanserra Valley, Vol III: In the Presence of My Enemies, Chapter 1" by @brunetterebel010 (OC [Tyson Vanserra] X Jurian X Vassa)

"Not Going Anywhere: Spring Time Affairs" by @nocasdatsgay (OC [Flora] X Tamlin X Elain X Lucien)

"Don't Be Mad Sweetheart" by @manicmanuscription (Reader X Azriel X Eris X Fenrys)

"One Hotel Room... Really?" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Hunt X Baxian)

"Heaven" by @potatoplace (Reader X Morigan X Nesta)

"Size Matters" by @slytherin-pen (Reader X Ruhn X Flynn X Ithan)

"Heartbeat" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Rhysand X Azriel X Cassian)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

[sonics-atelier]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝

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For @polysjmweek Day 3: Will there be enough room?

Summary: In the aftermath of war, three women from vastly different worlds begin to stitch something delicate between them.

Nuan, master of her forge and fire, wonders if there's space in her carefully built life for softness—for touches not born of necessity, for a love that isn’t forged but grown.

Cresseida, born of Summer’s silk and politics, has always made herself smaller to fit courtly expectations—until she’s no longer sure where her heart belongs, or how to speak it.

Emerie, a Valkyrie commander and survivor of the skies, carries wounds deep enough to splinter stone, but she’s learned that strength can also be gentle. And sometimes, strength is asking to be held.

They orbit each other with hesitant smiles, brush fingertips with questions unsaid. They share laughter, strategy, and silence that speaks volumes. But the fear lingers, coiled in each of their chests: Will there be enough room for all of us? For what we feel? For what we could be?

And one night— after too many stolen glances and cups of tea that cooled between joined hands—they find their answer not in words, but in the way they reach for one another, and no one pulls away.