#valerie lord x reader

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Parings: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 2k+

Triggers: angst, mentions of war and death

Summary: The after-effects of your death hit Prythian hard, the loss of your light indefinitely, leaving the world less bright, and the loss of your power echoed throughout the land. Azriel now has to cope with the loss of his mate — the hollow feeling of the mating bond leaving him nothing but a shell of his previous self. The Inner Circle have to rebuild the trust they had with the other courts along Prythian — especially concerning Day Court. Helion, acting as your father, has to bury your body within the warm soils of Day Court as his people pay tribute to the loss of the Seer of Prythian.

Note: The epilogue to “Pushed to the Edge”! I am very happy to be ending this one-shot-turned-series! Thank you guys so much for supporting this!! This epilogue also included a little insight on the reader’s POV of the last section of part 3. I hope it sheds some light on why she decided to do what she did. Also, I am always happy to write more about Seer!Reader if anyone would like more. But please do enjoy the epilogue.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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The dark wind bellowed through your hair, a deathly chill running down your spine as you watched the shadows guide Azriel through the streets of Valeris. You stood on the hill that you had winnowed to, watching him wreak destruction against the Death-God’s army. Feeling a slither of shadow against your arm, you looked down and gave a tiny smile — a rare one that tugged on your lips after your resurrection — as you brought it to your lips and pressed a kiss against the flutter of shadow, “Take me to him… It’s time…”

You had known of your connection to the Death-God the moment you had been resurrected from Death. The feeling of the ancient, tattered cord that connected your two beings — one that was hollow and empty. You were unaware of what that bond meant, whether it connected your souls to eternal servitude or something else, you kept that bond a secret — weaving shadow and darkness around that cord, hiding it from the Death-God.

The only time you realized the importance of the connection was during a vision — the only vision you ever had since your revival.

One that would take not only your life but the very life of the Death-God — one that was by the hands of the person that had broken you.

You kept that vision close to your heart, hiding it within shadows from the Death-God, using it as an arsenal against him. You watched as destruction and death seeped through Prythian and you felt the distress bite your very soul.

This isn’t what you had wanted, you never wanted Prythian to be destroyed — all you wanted was revenge against those who struck against you — those who had betrayed you. Not all this loss of life.

Not against Helion, or Thesan, or Tarquin… not against the rest of the High Lords.

No… you had to put an end to this.

You had used the bargain with Azriel to your advantage, using him to fight for you — the vision you kept so close to your heart started to sing alive as if you were walking down the correct path to end this destruction.

And so when the shadows winnowed you to where Azriel stood, the shadows cloaking his body, the Truth-Teller rightfully in his hands, another smile tugged on your features.

This had been it. The vision that came to pass — that last vision — of you and Azriel, finally ending the rein of darkness that Kosechi planned to coat your world in.

You had stepped closer to him, watching his body stiffen, his Spymaster instincts taking over his form. You heard the whispers of the shadows in his ear and you couldn’t help but look down at your chest, the shadows finally unraveling themselves from the last piece of light in your soul — the final mark where Azriel would strike.

Lifting your head, you watched the Shadowsinger lunge for you, the Truth-Teller stabbing you in your light, the shadows around it shrieking in agony, pain, and sadness. A gasp escaped your lips at a vision passed behind your eyes — the same pain rushing down the now open bond between you and Kosechi, the same wound inflicted on his immortal body.

It has been done.

Your knees buckled and you felt the shadows slip from Azriel to your own body, feeling the whisps chill on your skin. Eyes looked up at Azriel, seeing the disbelief and agony in his features. It was satisfying to see… to see him in so much pain.

Everything passed in a blur, not knowing that the Death-God had come and gone. All you can focus on is your mate — former mate. You felt his hot tears on your cooling body and you just stared up at him, pouring all your emotions out — inflicting as much pain as you could with your final breaths.

It was done. It has ended. And your time as Prythian’s Seer, its unknown Seer, has finally come to pass.

Your duty is done.

Helion felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He felt as if his whole world was being taken away from his very eyes as he watched the Spymaster hold your dead body, howling at your loss. The Day High Lord felt his body shake as he took a step forward, looking around at the piles of corpses — of Kosechi’s followers on the ground — before focusing back on you.

He heard the winnowing of Rhysand and the rest of the High Lords, as they surrounded the breaking Spymaster.

“… Azriel…” Rhysand’s voice cracked, trying to call his brother out of the agony he was feeling.

The Spymaster looked up, seeing all the High Lords before going to his knees, continuing to clutch your body close to him, “Please… I beg all of you. Please bring her back… the kernel of life…” He begged, tears dried on his cheeks, determination in his hazel eyes.

Rhysand’s face pinched with pain at the request and Helion’s hardened.

“How dare you, Azriel…” Helion’s was hard as steel, the Spymaster’s body flinching, “To plead to bring her back to life when you had been the one to break and hurt her… Forcing her hand to kill herself…”

Azriel shook his head, pressing his forehead against your own, your body cool, devoid of life, “I know… I know. Give me a chance… give me a chance to do everything again. To make things right with her. Give her a chance to live again. That’s all I ask. I’d do anything, give anything for her to be alive again.”

He wailed, pleaded, and whispered against your skin, hoping that the High Lords would listen to his request. All he wanted was to feel your heartbeat again, bask in your light, to hold you in his arms again. To love you again. He knew it was possible, the High Lords have done it twice — with Feyre Under the Mountain, and with Rhysand after Hybern. Using that kernel of life to bring you back from the dead — to bring you back home, bring you back to him.

Azriel waited, but all he heard was silence, the blow of the wind loud in his ears. He heard footsteps towards him and he looked up to see Rhysand, his features pained as he kneeled to his brother.

“We can’t… Azriel…” he confessed, his voice pained as he saw the light dim in Azriel’s features, “She has already been resurrected once… Twice is against Mother’s will. There’s… nothing we could do…”

“No… that can’t be. Please, Rhysand!” he looked up at his High Lord, “I’d do anything… anything to bring her back…. Take mine! Take my life, to give to her! A life for a life…! That will work right?” He was frantic, thinking of anything… any way to bring you back to living.

“Stop, Shadowsinger…” Helion’s voice ordered, the command echoed through every fae in that spot. Rhysand closed his eyes, fighting back every urge to follow that command. The High Lord of Night stood up and stepped back, feeling Helion’s presence behind him.

Azriel growled and looked up at Helion, instinctively wrapping his arms tighter around your body.

“You had multiple chances to make it up to her. You watched as she begged you to listen, to listen to your mate. But you ignored it, you pissed off your chances for her. You do not get another shot, not in this life… and probably not in any other lifetime you will have with her.”

With a snap of his fingers, your body was winnowed from Azriel’s arms to his own, Helion gently holding you in his arms as he looked down at you with so much sadness and regret.

The Shadowsinger tried to scramble back up, to want to fight the High Lord, only to be held down by Cassian and Rhysand, “Don’t…” Rhysand commanded him, “…We have no right to her anymore. Not after everything we have done…”

“What did you do?” Azriel snarled at his High Lord.

“Your High Lord made a bargain…” Helion disclosed as he turned his heels, stepping back from the Inner Circle, “You and the rest of Night Court have no claims over her body, not when (Y/N) was originally from Day Court. Her body will be buried in Day soil, where she rightfully belongs. And you, Shadowsinger, are banned from entering my Court. And so will the rest of your family… The only person that I will allow to visit her body will be your High Lady. As Night Court’s emissary…”

Azriel felt his heart drop to the ground. No. He already lost you, and now he cannot visit your grave, to mourn for you.

“I will have no bargaining with you, Shadowsinger. Not when your High Lord was the one who allowed it,” Helion looked over his shoulder at the three brothers, “No matter what you do, this bargain will be the last with the Night Court. You have lost all my trust with this matter…”

And with that, Helion winnowed away — with your body in his arms.

Azriel stared at the spot that Helion winnowed away from as he felt hands come off his body. He collapsed, pressing scarred hands into the dirt. He felt his whole body continue to shake, the sadness, the anger not leaving him — he felt as if his anger was never-ending; anger at Helion for taking your body from him, anger at him for banning him from Day Court; anger at his High Lord for creating the bargain in the first place; anger at you for dying in his arms, forcing him to be the one to take your life.

“Azriel…” Rhysand called his name before he stepped back away from his brother when a growl escaped Azriel’s chest.

“Why… Why would you make that bargain, Rhysand…” he murmured, tilting his head up to look at his High Lord with a glare, hazel eyes blazing with that anger he felt throughout his body.

Rhysand sighed and knelt once more to be eye-to-eye with his brother, “I had to, Azriel. I couldn’t argue with Helion, not after everything we did to (Y/N)… She was originally from Day Court, she is tied to Helion’s Court — - “

“But she’s been with us for five hundred years, Rhysand… She had a home with us… She was my mate…” Azriel tried to reason with his High Lord, hazel eyes shifting from anger to absolute despair.

“— - You have no right to claim her as your mate… Not anymore. Not after cheating on her with Elain…” Rhysand reprimanded his brother, “I have no claim to her to be under my Court after I had failed to protect her. We have lost her, Azriel. We lost her the moment we had failed as a family to notice her pain… We had failed her entirely. I regret immensely on how we have treated her the last moments of her life… I regret every moment since her death on how I treated her as her High Lord, as her friend, as her family…”

There was so much pain in Rhysand’s voice and Azriel let out a painful cry, one that echoed so deep in his soul.

“I let Helion take her body to let her body be at peace in her home, her real home, Azriel. A place where she is not in pain, one where she isn’t surrounded by those who had betrayed her. Your banishment from Day Court was part of that bargain — I didn’t want to do that to you, brother — -” he placed a hand against Azriel’s trembling shoulder, “— - I didn’t want to separate you from her, but I had to… For her.”

Another sob escaped Azriel’s lips as he dropped his head, his forehead resting against the cool ground, “How can I continue to live?” he whispered, “My whole soul is breaking, Rhysand… The echo of that bond hurts so much. I never knew how much it would hurt… If I knew, if I knew this would be the outcome of my infidelity towards her, I would never have done it. If I knew my infidelity would cause her to die in my arms, I would have never done it.”

Rhysand sighed and looked up to Cassian, the General looking at his brother with so much sorrow. The two looked at one another before reaching toward Azriel to heave him off the ground. All Azriel wanted to do was collapse, but he knew he couldn’t — he didn’t have any right to do so. He was the cause of this, he was at fault.

“You will continue to live…” Rhysand urged, “You will continue to live and mourn and regret. We all will. That’s all we can do for (Y/N)…”

Azriel looked at Rhysand, before glancing at Cassian, who nodded, “We all will continue to live with our betrayal. Live and regret.”

And all Azriel could do was tilt his head back, looking up at the gray sky as raindrops fell — as if the universe knew how he felt at that very moment.

Feyre stood in the back of the ceremony, watching as Helion lowered your body into the ground — one decorated so beautifully, in a simple white tule dress and on top of your head a halo that mimicked the sun. You looked gorgeous, lying in the casket as if you were just sleeping.

The High Lady listened to Helion’s speech — the love and admiration evident in every word he spoke about you; on how he had found you, protected you — he told your story, every happy moment but also every sad and devastating moment.

She could see how Helion held back so much anger when he brought up your time at Night Court and Feyre couldn’t help but pang of pain in her chest. She regretted every moment of listening to it all over again — Feyre knew she could have made a difference. She tried to help you, tried to reach out to you — but her effort wasn’t big enough. She could have tried harder, to fight for you — but she failed at that.

Everything was a blur after the speech, people had slowly filtered out after they had paid respect to the loss of your light, the loss of your life. Feyre felt her feet bring her to your grave. She looked at the statue that stood at the head of your grave, one was a mirror of your body that was now in the ground. That same dress, that same crown on top of your head.

You were like a goddess that glowed under Day Court’s sun.

Feyre felt a figure next to her, turning her head to look at Helion who looked up at that statue with sadness.

“… That was a wonderful speech, Helion,” Feyre complimented, her gaze returning up at the statue.

The Day High Lord did not say anything back to the High Lady.

And Feyre continued, “… — - I know that no matter how many times we apologize, you will never forgive us. And I understand… (Y/N)… was the best thing that you had given us, the best thing that Azriel had in his life — “ Feyre watched from the corner of her eye that Helion’s hand fisted tightly against his side at the mention of the Shadowsinger, “— - We will do our very best, to gain your trust again. We will mourn for centuries for what we had done to her, we will continue to regret.”

Helion let out a broken chuckle and shook his head, “… I don’t think I can trust any of you again, Feyre… Not when you had taken her away from me. This child was the best thing that has happened to me, besides knowing that Lucien is my son… (Y/N) was my daughter, I raised her as my daughter… And it hurts, knowing that she passed before I did. You… never want to bury your children… And that’s what I had to do today. And I will never forget how that feels…”

He turned his head towards Feyre, “… Be glad you were able to be part of this ceremony, High Lady of Night Court… It was for (Y/N), she would have wanted you to be part of her burial. If it was me, I would never let you in my Court again, but this is all for her.”

Feyre nodded her head, “And I am, and forever will be, thankful for your kindness…”

Helion gave a stiff nod of his head before looking back up at the statue for a moment before turning on his heels and walking away.

The High Lady sighed and looked up at the statue as well, “I hope you are at peace, (Y/N)…” she whispered a prayer one more time before turning as well, walking out of the wards of Day Court before winnowing away, the echo of a sad lament for you singing through the lands.

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Shadow and Flame pt 2

Azriel X Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of burns

A/N: thank you for making me feel so welcomed into this realm of fanfiction. Requests are also open. I'm writing part 3 as we speak.

Part One

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A month had passed since that encounter, wreaking havoc on Azriels mind. Feyre redrew you once Lucien bolted away, the drawing now rarely separated from Azriels pocket. Lucien had dodged the Inner Circle for the majority of the month, only giving audiences to the High Lord and Lady in strict confidence and on the condition that they wouldn't mention his outburst.

Lucien left such a meeting in River House late one evening, balancing a tall stack of notes as he strode down the pathway. A scarred hand met the side of the papers dead on, sending them fluttering all over the garden.

“Azriel! For fuck sake, uncalled for!” Lucien stooped to gather the papers that laid in arms reach, Azriels boot landing square on top of a stack. 

“Who is she Lucien?”

“I don't know what you're talking about” he batted the boot back, gathering what he could and snapping a finger at the rest, all of them stacking themselves neatly at his feet again.

“Yes you do” Azriel seethed, kicking the stacked papers back again.

“Seriously Azriel, these are confidential!”

“Just like that female it would seem” Lucien sighed in reply to him

“I just…it's just not important who she is, trust m-” Azriels loud clear laugh cut across him. 

“Lucien please don't make such ridiculous statements, I have no trust in you” Azriels tone switched almost eerily to cold again. Lucien thought to himself that statement was precisely why he wouldn't tell him who you were. They had no trust. 

“You do not want to spend time on this female, she will never be yours or anyone's, I -”

“Ah so a failed courting with another Fae is the source of your silence?” Lucien glared at Azriel as if to explode his mind with his one russet eye. 

“Rich coming from you Shadowsinger” Azriel couldn't help himself, he shoved Lucien back where he stood for his comments before catching hold of his jacket and hauling him forward to him again. 

“Who is she?” He gritted out between his teeth.

“She's not Elain and that's what still matters to you deep down” Azriel dropped Lucien's collar in almost shock at his boldness, a smugness grew across Lucien's face. 

“Now if you'll excuse me Shadowsinger, I have to pay someone a visit” he snapped his fingers once again, the papers folding in on one another into a neat cube, easily fit inside his jacket pocket.

“So not only do you know who she is, you know where she is” heat radiated from Azriel.

“Information for those who trust me it seems” Lucien left with a wide grin, enjoying the upper hand on the Illyrian, winnowing out before he could be caught again by him. 

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You lounged across the deep amber sofa of your study, a book of maps weighing heavy on your lap. Your eyes landed on a blank northern territory you knew to be Valeris, a small smile growing on your face as you traced it with your finger. 

“Y/N!” Your body almost vibrated as Luciens voice echoed through the door. You were mentally cursing yourself as you rushed to tidy your books.

“Yes Luc” you batted your eyelashes at him after opening the door of the study allowing him in.

“Don't Luc me! Care to tell me where you've been?” he slammed the door behind him.

“I don't care to tell you that at all” you slowly sank back into the sofa, his russet eye cutting into you. 

“Y/N, I know where you've been and that you were seen”

“A minor inconvenience” 

“The Shadowsinger is not a minor inconvenience, he's infatuated with you”

“He is?” You feigned school girl excitement at the idea of it even though deep down you didn't believe all of the acting was fake. Lucien paced in front of you almost frantically.

“Luc, you worry yourself grey, I have no intention of being seen again”

“Good, I forbid it”

“You forbid it?” You raised an eyebrow, a hand going to your hip as you stood again.

“Yes, you are not to go to Velaris, you are not to be around the Night Court or its members and you are to stay here in Autumn where you don't cause me headaches” he dug deep into his temple trying to calm his energy back to earth. 

“Careful, you're beginning to sound like Father” he huffed out at this, throwing himself down on the sofa, eyes landing on the vast maps before him. Stars littered across the topography, all indications of where you had visited. He buried the sad smile growing on his face, the places you had gone that you never thought you'd see, the freedom his sacrifices had afforded you. 

“And hide these, Father will have you married off to the next fool he sees if he sees these travels” you scoffed, rolling the map up and sending it away in controlled flames. 

“He'll have me married off soon regardless of these, I might as well get it over with now”

“Nonsense YN, he is preoccupied with our wonderful siblings coming for his throat. I will keep you from that as long as I can” your face softened, you knew he didn't believe his own words so how could you. 

The only daughter of the Court of Autumn, a hushed away kept secret to everyone but those who lived and worked in the manor, a pawn for later use. A secret weapon as your father referred to you. 

“Eris will free me when he is High Lord, he has sworn, he is just waiting for the correct moment he tells me….as I rot here” you sighed, moving to the window of the study, the colours of Autumn painting the scene in front of you. 

“I will be the one to save you-”

“YOU HAVE LEFT ME! TWICE! I do not trust your words, they only have sway in your precious Spring and Night Court” you whipped around to your brother, closing the distance once again as he stood in reaction, your small flames dancing around your feet ready to bite. 

“YN-”

“No, go now, run along to your freedom while I steal away moments in flame. You've issued your ultimatum, run along Emissary” you said it like the swear it was to you. Enough you had had enough, vanishing into flame leaving your brother to his own thoughts once again. 

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Azriel sat atop a mountain's rocky ground, looking down at Valeris, taking a deep drink from his canteen, instantly refilling itself again with cold water. His eyes sinking in on themselves, world-weary from his hunt for you. He expanded past Valeris and deep into the Night Court and beyond with no avail. He had begun to believe it was all an illusion. The chill of the growing night encapsulated him as he struck a match off the bottom of his shoe and threw it into some dried wood of a long forgotten fire pit. He had come here so often before with his brother's before their mates entered the scene. Night after night under the stars talking and fighting and messing around, a time lost to his youth now. A chill ran through his wings as he turned his back to the fire, splaying them to bask in the heat as he deeply exhaled releasing weeks of stress from his lungs. 

“Nice wings bat boy” Azriel leapt up to his feet with eye watering speed, his wings once again safely tucked in as he span in warrior stance to the voice behind him. You put your hands up in truce giving a small laugh at the sight of him, trying to not let your breath hitch at the pure beauty of him in flame light. 

“You”

“Me” you smiled at his wide eyes. 

“How did you get here, why are you here?” 

“Always the questions with you Shadowsinger, I heard you're infatuated with me, wanted to make your evening and as for how I got here, I don't feel like divulging that just yet to you” you smiled. His eyes fixated on you, as if afraid to blink because you'd disappear. You didn't know this is where you would land when you jumped into flame earlier. You just wanted somewhere safe. Your brother's words had sent your blood boiling. 

You stalked around the fire pit, watching the flames leap up to meet your ankles, wishing to feel at home with you as you gave an empathetic smile to them. You kicked in some more kindling gently and it burst as if in thanks to you. 

“I am not infatuated with you” Azriel spoke slowly and unsure of himself, a strange feeling for him. He watched you move back again from the fire pit as if to turn and go again.

“Okay then maybe Ill just g-”

“No!” He cut across too eager and mentally cursed himself out for showing his cards. You gave a small laugh to him, your eyes dipping to the fire and back to find him gone from the spot.

“You're not the only one that can move with ease” he came suddenly next to you with a grin, startling you slightly. 

“Ah yes your famous moves, known all over” your heart fluttered slightly at his close proximity, widening his grin. Maybe this was a mistake, ever so slight panic rising in you.

“Don't go, you have that look in your eye again” his words caught you off guard, was he in your head? You didn't think that a power he possessed. 

“I go where I please” 

“So it seems” his face glowed in the flame, almost beckoning you in closer to him. Mere inches from touching, Azriels skin felt alight with fire. Who were you? Why wouldn't you tell him? 

“Tell me your name” 

“I already told that I'd have to kill you then”

“Then so be it” his scared hand caught hold of your wrist, sending alarm bells through you mind. Go go go they screamed. You glanced quickly at the flame, Azriel again seemingly reading your mind, mapping your movement. He grabbed the canteen on his hip and doused the fire out, it's hissing like screaming in your ears. You jolted back from him in almost anger. You were trapped on this mountain with the infamous Shadowsinger, revered for his ruthlessness and yet you felt as though he wouldn't hurt you as you were both plunged into darkness of the woods.

“Now, tell me your name and I'll relight it” 

“Fine, I'm tiring of this game, it's Y-”

“YN!!!” Your head whipped around in the direction of pure male rage coming from the woods behind you. Any and all ounce of ease drained along with the colour in your face. You looked at the doused fire for any semblance of remaining flame to find it snuffed out. Azriel couldn't hide his alarm and disgust at the way the male said such a beautiful name in such a disgusting way.

“Go Azriel quick!”

“No!” You shoved him back at his protest, the shouting males voice growing in volume at the closing in proximity.

“Who is that!?” He watched the fear in your copper eyes come to life before you reached for his hand, pulling him down deep into the woods. He dug his heels deep into the softened moss stopping you dead in your tracks.

“I do not run from confrontation Y….YN” you loved the way your name sounded from him, soft and delicate, almost loved, almost giving new meaning to your name. 

“Please Azriel, he'll kill me if he finds me here, especially with you” 

“No one will harm you while you're with me-”

“It's when I'm not with you that he'll hurt me” you couldnt hide the tremble in your voice, Azriels eyes softened, the shouting of your name echoing through the woods filling the space. 

“Come with me” Lucien winnowed from seemingly nowhere alongside the two of you giving you both a fright, annoyance and haste written across his face. You instinctively dropped Azriels hand, he instantly missed you there, he replaced your hand with Truth Teller, angled at Lucien.

“She goes no where without me” he bit.

“We don't have time for this Azriel. Come YN, I felt your terror-”

“How?” Azriel cut across him, fears raising, had they a bond? Had Lucien two mates he thought. The thought sent his anger building.

Fire flowed through the trees, burning through a patch towards the three of you. You felt ill at the sight of your Father's flames. 

“Meet me at the townhouse Azriel, we can discuss this little rendezvous there, she comes with me” his harsh tone cut into Azriel before Lucien caught you roughly and tried to winnow away. 

“Azriel, go, I'll be okay with Lucien” Azriel hated the sight, the feelings of uselessness but your tone of self assuredness gave him some comfort.

“Fine but she ends up hurt Emissary and you'll never feel more regret in your life” he bit, dissolving into shadow. 

“Lucien, we have to split up. You know he'll be harder on me if youre with me, go!” You shoved him and to your surprise he listened, winnowing out as your father approached. He left you again, he would always leave you. 

An idea coming to you at the sight of your father's flames finally catching up to you. You dived. Dived into the crucifying pain of this flame, your portal out. Normally comfort was found by you in fire but not this flame, it split through you, trying to strangle you as you made your way through its thick thorn like tendrils. 

You didn't know where it was bringing you, pulling against it to not go where it wanted you. This fire was not your friend, this fire was there to smother you. You needed out. Out. Out. You reached through its molasses like texture for any way but the way it tried to drag you.

Your body landed with a thud on the steps alongside the lanterns that lit the garden path. Your flesh cracked and split along every inch. You were seized with pain, no idea if you had avoided risk or fallen into somewhere worse. A blood curdling screech made its way through your damaged ears. Elain screamed blue murder from the mouth of the garden, dropping her water can to splash everywhere, it's soothing waters not quite making it to you. You only remember the feeling of soothing scarred frantic hands reaching for you. Then darkness. 

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Part 3

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I don’t ask for much - Cassian x Rhysand Sister Reader.

POV: After Rhys asks to stay with Reader all the time when she is up in the Illyrian mountains, when she doesn’t want to come to the camps with him after the first day made her uncomfortable. He comes back to a site he never wants to see again.

Warnings: Blood

You felt uncomfortable with the amount of stares you got when Cassian made you come to the training camps with him.

All the men had stared at you as if you were this log of meat on a stick.

It was well known among all of Night Court, even through Illyria that you, as Rhysand little sister, had never taken a man to bed after your first bleed. By the time it had occurred Rhysand was High Lord and he forbade anyone from clipping his little sisters wings.

She was waiting for her mate that would be the only person she would ever give herself too.

You were of course a force to be reckoned with, rivalling your brother in his powers in every way. You grew up with Rhysand teaching, politics and how to be a true Princess of the Night Court, while Azriel would teach you how to fly, and from Cassian you learnt how to fight like a true Illyrian. You’d received Siphons over the years, being only 100 years younger than Rhysand you’d caught up to his maturity quickly.

So Rhysand having to deal with Feyre being stuck in the Spring Court and Azriel and his spies tracking through the Autumn and Winter courts meant you had to go to where your route led.

Illyria.

As a female, who had drive to be a warrior you were shunned daily, even with the trio to protect you, you were still called names and taunted by their piers.

So going back didn’t have the same energy. Rhysand had strict instructions for Cassian to follow.

1. Do not let her leave your site

2. Please make sure she is eating and drinking enough, the mountains are cold this time of year and she needs the energy.

3. Do not allow any danger to come to her

The first day in the mountains was awful. Even though you weren’t that scared little girl anymore who followed her brothers every move, the bullies were no longer gangly twiggy boys that looked like the wind would blow them off the cliff edge.

No, now they resembled Cassian’s hard training, they were all buff with rippling muscles and six packs that looked more like washboards to her.

They clearly also thought the same for you, you weren’t that scared little girl who was begging for her wings to be clipped whenever she trailed along after her brother who was trying to train. You were a beautiful woman, who resembled only grace and purity.

The men of course couldn’t keep their eyes off you or their mouths closed from saying god awful things about you and your body.

You were tense for the rest of the day watching your back, making sure no one was coming close to you apart from Cassian.

The next day came, and you refused to leave the cabin, asking if Cassian had seen how they’d treasured you.

His answer was short, explaining that Rhys had requested not to let you leave his site.

It was a compromise in the end where he would go speak to them for only 10 minutes to get them set up and motivated for the day before he would take you home and get Mor to come back from the Hwen City for a few days.

“Not to watch over you, just as a friend” Cassian had tried to assure you but it hadn’t really worked.

He left you in the cabin, you saw a canvas and some paint, and you started to use the brush and colours to make out the Starfall of Valeris and what you remembered the last one to look like as you had pined for your brother to come back safe and sound.

10 minutes turned in 20 and 20 turned in 30 minutes and soon you were getting anxious if something had happened to Cass on his flight over.

What you hadn’t expected was three guys to barge in holding you down, a knife to your throat digging in enough to wield blood.

“Hello Princess, how’s it been all these years knowing you escaped us” the seemingly oldest one based on looks asked you. They had gagged you so you couldn’t say anything back, the one to his left laughing a little.

And that was the last moments your wings would have their little flutter you lover so much. The last time you would fly was a week ago with Rhysand over Valeris. For now they had just shredded your wings, completely off.

You thought to yourself that it would be less pain if they had cut them clean off, and kept them as a trophy.

Blood poured down your back and from the small cut on your throat.

“Now, your going to paint in your own fucking shade or red bitch, or tomorrow we come back for more fun” he spits, before him and his group of thugs join him at his side exciting the cabin.

You obeyed, being in too much pain to do anything else other than take that order on the chin, you were ashamed that as the Princess they had gotten the upper hand and had the audacity to command you.

Cassian was currently haven’t a what he didn’t realise was a pre-emptied brawl. They had said could things about you again, little did he know it was a distraction so some of them could get to you in the cabin.

The only tell tale sign was the smell of your blood on the hair of one of the now slightly wet returning males.

“Where have you been” he growls out. Knowing exactly where.

“To pay that little bitch a visit” the Illyrian warrior smirks. Cassian grunts pushing forward and sliding the sword across his arm.

“I’m not gonna kill you, because Rhysand would kill me for letting the guy who hurt Y/N not be at HIS mercy” Cassian grins a devilish grin that makes most of the men shudder.

He flies of straight for the cabin. Finding you painting in a pool of your own blood, your wings in shreds as silent tears rolled down your face. The thing that crushed him the most what that you’d painted your own shredded wings in the pigment of blood, your blood.

“We need to get you to Majda, Cauldron im so sorry” he speaks picking you up and holding you into him.

“Ow it hurts” you cry, into his chest hoping that you pass out so you can’t feel it anymore or that it just goes away. The second was an unlikely situation though.

“ I know I know I’m so so sorry cupcake. Rhys is gonna kill me” he mumbles exiting the house and flying her straight to Madja’s healing house.

“Madja” he bellows and she comes running out gasping at the sight of the crowned Princess. Immediately he can tell that she has reached out to Rhysand who seems to already be back home. As the next thing he hears, sends shivers down his spine.

“I don’t ask for much Cassian” he growls into his mind.

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@cat-or-kitten @sstrohma @horneybeach1 @its-sam-allgood @starryhiraeth @xcastawayherosx @glitterypirateduck @azriels-mate123

Hope you guys enjoy some Cassian. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have another Azriel part up for Fast Changes! Let me know if you want or if this needs a part 2

[honeybeefae]

Hi lovely,

Congrats on 2K, so happy for you!!!! I really loved the Eris starfall prompt you did a while back, woudl you consider writing another Eris starfall piece (not picky about what's in it, go wild <3)?

love,

anon

(p.s. this is health issues anon, I've fully recovered thanks to bedrest and the magical medicine of Dr. Ben and Jerry, and thank you for giving me the fanfiction to rebinge ever since I joined the ACOTAR fandom you were one of my first favourites and it's stayed)

(This was so cute to write and I literally was kicking my feet and giggling the entire time. I hope you enjoy it and I am SO happy to hear you are recovered fully and I'm kicking my feet again about me being one of your favorites thank you sm that means so much <3 <3)

Starfall Wishes (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

WARNINGS: None, pure fluff :) 

“Stop moving, I’m almost done!” You chastise the little girl in front of you as she wiggles from side to side. She’s practically vibrating with excitement as you pin the last emeralds into her hair, making sure everything was in its place before you turned her around to face the mirror.

“Wow…” She gasped, standing up on the chair to admire the way her dress shimmered and shined. “I look just like you, mama!”

“I think you are far more beautiful, Scarlett.” You smile lovingly, helping her off the chair. “I think your daddy will think so too.”

“I can’t wait to see him! He promised me a dance!” She said gleefully, bounding out of the bedroom and towards the door. “I can’t believe I finally get to come with you! And I get to see Nyx and Valerie!”

“It’s going to be a big night.” You nod along as she continued raving about the party, barely stopping to take a breath. “Are you sure you can handle staying up this late? Our ride was long this morning.”

“I’m fine, I’m not a baby,” Scarlett said with a huff, crossing her arms and pouting. “Can we go now? I don’t want to be late!”

“You need to learn patience, my love. We are a few feet from the party so I doubt we can be late.” You point out while fixing your lipstick, sighing when she starts tugging on your skirts.

“I can hear Nyx and Valerie playing already!” She whined, already on the verge of a meltdown as you rolled your eyes and slid on your heels. The sun had already dipped past the horizon and you realized that Eris was still nowhere to be seen.

“Do you know where your father is?” You asked her, rubbing your temple when she shrugged her shoulders and opened the door. “I suppose he will be late once more.”

The trip to the balcony was short and you barely had enough time to open the door before Scarlett ran past you and into the arms of her two friends. Nyx was growing up as handsome as his father with the kindness of his mother, his little smile making you wanna pinch his cheek as he gave you a wave. 

Valerie was a spitfire all on her own. She had Cassian’s wings but the rest of her, save for the curly dark hair, was pure Nesta. She was the ringleader of the three musketeers as you called them. You gave her a nod as she passed you by, offering you the same as the trio immediately went to the food.

“I think they have the right idea.” Feyre chuckled as she wrapped you in a tight hug, your large belly bumping against her own. It had been quite a shock for both of you to find out you were pregnant again so soon, especially simultaneously, but it seemed to have brought you closer.

“Right? I swear I’m carrying twin boys with the way I’ve been eating.” You grinned, smiling at Rhys as he came up behind Feyre and pulled her into his body. “I see your belly hasn’t gotten in the way of you two.”

“It could never,” Rhys smirked, kissing her ear and making her giggle. “I see your mate is not around. Is the High Lord going to skip out on you once again?”

You frowned and looked towards the door. “He wouldn’t miss Scarlett’s first Starfall. It’s all she’s been talking about for months.” 

“Of course, of course.” He assured, though you could hear the tension in his voice. “I’m glad they all have each other to grow up with. Nyx adores Scarlett.”

“Scarlett feels the same.” You say while turning your attention back to your daughter. “She’s recently asked if he and Valerie can come on a hunting trip with us.”

“I don’t know if I trust the lot of them with weapons just yet,” Cassian said, coming out of nowhere with Nesta by his side. “Valerie has been eyeing our blades for a while and I cannot lie, I’m slightly afraid of that.”

“I seem to recall you having the same reaction when I train with you, though I think it’s because you get knocked on your ass every time.” Nesta snickered, her eyes warm as Cassian rolled his eyes at her dig.

“Like mother like daughter.” He replied with a smile, red siphons glowing as the sky grew darker. “Is Eris not coming?”

“He is.” You said a little too quickly, placing a hand atop your bump as you tried not to stress. “He must have gotten caught up with something.”

“Do you want us to go look for him?” Rhysand asked, noting your anxious stance. “I’m sure he’s fine but we can find him with ease.”

Your mouth twists upwards in contemplation, looking around the party once more before shaking your head. “I don’t want you to miss it. He knows where he is supposed to be.”

“Right by your side, as always.” Eris’s smooth voice purrs into your ear, making you jump in surprise. You turn to face him and lightly slap him on his arm, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“You are late, sir.” You say through your teeth, nodding towards Scarlett. “You almost missed her first Starfall. She even picked out a dress to match mine.”

Scarlett turned when she heard him, her face lightening up in happiness as she abandoned whatever game they were playing to leap into her father's arms.

“Daddy, daddy!” She squealed as he swung her around once, hugging his neck as tight as she could. “Look at my dress! It’s just like Mama’s!”

“You look beautiful, my little fireheart.” Eris cooed, kissing her cheek and setting her down. “As beautiful as Mama.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks as he pulled you to his side, Scarlett running back to Nyx and Valerie. You closed your eyes as he kissed you softly, his hand on the small of your back. 

“I’m sorry I’m late. I had to stop and get a gift for you.” He smirked, dodging another playful slap. 

“We said no gifts, Eris!” You huffed. “I didn’t get you anything because I thought we were in agreement.”

“You’ve gotten me two of the best gifts I could ever want, besides you of course.” He replied while rubbing your belly, his gaze turning tender as he went from the baby in your stomach to Scarlett. “You’ve gifted me something I can never repay.”

A brief flash of light had a hush falling over the crowd, everyone turning to look out into the sky. You reached out your hand to Scarlett and she happily took it, giggling when Eris lifted her onto his shoulders so she could get a better view. 

The flash was soon followed by more until the entire sky was raining stars. It never got old as you stared in wonder, one of Eris’s arms wrapping around you so he could kiss your temple.

“This is amazing,” Scarlett whispered above the two of you, her amber eyes wide with disbelief. “Daddy, could you get one for me?”

“Anything for my girl.” He immediately replied, patting her knee as he winked at you. If someone had told you years ago when you had first met Eris, that he would be a fun-loving, smiling father you would’ve laughed in their face. 

His life had shaped him into someone who was hard to understand, someone who rarely showed affection outside of you, but starting this family with him had completely changed him in the best way possible.

“Could you get me one too?” You smiled, gazing up at him in utter devotion and love.

Eris looked down at you, taking in the curve of your lips and the color of your eyes. Your beauty constantly took his breath away and tonight was no different. He never thought he could have this, have a family with you. 

“Anything for my girl.” He repeated, resting his chin on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his stomach and laid your head on his chest as the stars danced around your little family. 

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pairing: Mor x F!Reader

A/N: here's the chapter 1! Hope you like it!! I'll try my best to post chapter 2 as soon as possible!

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''Hope you have a good evening sir.'' I hand my last customer his bought books and wait for him to leave the store so I can close up.

I switch the sign, hanging to the door, to 'closed'. My first job. I skip through the bookstore freely, being the only person in it and do my finale check ups before locking the store. Taking my time, I carefully check the books bought and The money received by them. Sira, the store manager, aka my boss, got very mad at lily, another girl working with me, because she made a mistake while counting bills the other day.

After coming to Valeris, the first thing I did was rent a hotel room. Then after showering the dirt off of me, I went to eat and quicky realized the I needed a source of income and a fix place to stay.

Getting a job was easy. The first bookshop I went to for a quiet time had a girl, whose name is lily that I learn after a few days, running around the big place alone without any help. I thought maybe it was just a bad day for her but turns out, there actually wasnt any other employee other then her. When i tried to talk to the manager abput applying for a job there, it was surprising very easy.

Can you guess, the first place I apply for a job accepts me in seconds. It was like fate wanted me to work here.

I searched forever for a place. It had been over a week trying out houses which were good but none of them seemed... good. I finally found a house for rent in budget, right in front of Sidra. It was a lot cheaper in campered to the front view, honesty, but who am I to complaint.

Just as I lock the windows, I hear the door open followed by footsteps coming into the store.

"Sorry We're closed!" I yell behind me and instanty regret when I see a gorgeous tall women with blue-ish grey eyes and brown hair braided in a crown on her head.

"You're closing ahead of your normal time." She raises her perfectly timed eyebrow.

''Yes. Um, sorry but we actually have a personal reason for that. But we can wait a few more minutes if you would like to pick a book.'' I add quickly with a smile so that I don't disappoint her.

''Alright well I've just come up to buy one book released today. I'll leave as soon as I find it.'' She wonders off to find her book without waiting for my response and I wait patiently for her to finish up.

I look the way she went after a few minutes wandering why she hasn't come back yet. I sigh and consider following her but she comes up to the counter with a book. I sign it to her name, Nesta, and she tells me to add it on the high lords account. I glaced at her with wide eyes And ask ''are you one of the inner circle?"

She nerrows her eyes slightly ''Yes. Why do you ask?"

''Oh. I actually know a girl from there that's why.'' My lips curl slightly thinking about her.

''Oh. Do you?'' Her face relaxes. ''I've never seen you before. Can I ask who?"

''Yes. Morrigan. I know her. But I'm actually not sure if she really remembers me... we go way back." My lips turn in a thin line.

Nesta hums while looking at me with suspicion in her eyes.

No no no. We can't have that. I can meet Mor through her but to do that I'll have to get her trust that I'm not some threat to them.

''You can ask her her if you want. So that I'll know if she remembers me and you'll be sure I'm a trustable person.'' I say in hopes she accepts and maybe invites me to meet the inner circle. And eventually, Mor.

''I'll see.'' She glances at my name tag. ''Y/n." She takes her book and leaves without saying anything else.

I feel giddy in the hope of finally seeing my crush after all this time. Hopefully she'll be just as happy to see my too.

[aviradasa]

Welcome to my masterlist

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Shows:

The umbrella Academy

Supernatural

The walking dead

Miraculous ladybug

How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)

The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos

Once upon a time

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Movies

Van helsing 2004

Hellboy 1 and 2

Labyrinth 1986

The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)

Same with the DC universe

Avatar 1 and 2

Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)

Games

Sally face

Call of duty

Skyrim

Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom

Assassins creed 2

Stardew valley

Books

Creepypasta

(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!!)

Bands:

Ghost

David Bowie

Mcr

(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)

Characters I will write for:

The umbrella academy:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben

Viktor

Lila

Marcus

Fei

Alphonso

Sloane

Jayme

Supernatural:

Sam

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Dean

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Castiel

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Lucifer

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)

The walking dead:

Rick

Daryl

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Glenn

Maggie

Michonne

Negan

Carl

Rosita

Abraham

Ezekiel

Carol

Miraculous ladybug:

Marinette

Adrian

Luka

Julika

Nino

Alya

Chloé

Kim

Sabrina

Jagged stone

Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC

Rose

Nathalie

How to train your dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Snotlout

Fishlegs

Heather

Eret

Dagur

The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:

Callum

Rayla

Claudia

Viren

Soren

Janai

Aaravos

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3

The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

Nyx

Ibis

Amaya

Corvus

Gren

Terry

Zubeia

Once upon a time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)

Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)

Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)

David Nolan (Prince charming)

(work in progress)

Hazbin hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husk

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvett

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Blitzø x male!reader HC

Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC

Moxie

Millie

Loona

Van Helsing (2004):

Dracula

Aleera

Marishka

Verona

Gabriel Van helsing

Anna valerious

Velkan valerious

Carl

Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)

Hellboy

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Abe

Liz

John

Prince Nuada

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Princess nuala

Labrynth 1986

Jareth the goblin king

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

Dr, Stephan strange

Wanda

Bucky

Natasha

Nick Fury

Bruce banner

Steven Rodger

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Barry allen

Oliver Queen

Clark kent

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

Beastboy

Joker

Harley

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Avatar 1 and 2

Jake sulley

Naytiri

Neteyam

Lo’ak

Kiri

Miles Quaritch

Javier “spider”

Aonung

Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain jack sparrow

Captain Hector Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

James Norrington

Bootstrap bill turner

Davey jones

Lord Cutler Beckett

Calypso ( Tia Dalma)

Sally face:

sal fisher

Larry johnson

Ash

Travis

Call of duty:

Ghost Mw2 and 2009

König

Soap

Price

Graves

Skyrim:

Cicero

Astrid

Arnbjorn

Farkus

Vilkas

Aela

Balgruuf the greater

Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:

Link

Zelda

Mipha

Daruk

Revali

Sidon

Urbosa

Kass

ganon

Assassins creed 2:

Ezio

Stardew valley (Sdv):

Alex

Elliot

Harvey

Sam

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Leah

Maru

Penny

The wizard

Caroline

Dwarf

Jodi

Kent

Krobus

Robin

Pierre

Sandy

Ghost:

Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)

Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo

Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)

Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia

Swiss

Aether

Mountin

Phantom

Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)

Rain

Cirrus

Sunshine

Cumulus

Sodo

Dewdrop

David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):

Ziggy stardust

Aladdin sane

The thin white duke

Major tom

David bowie

My chemical romance

Gerard way

Party poison

Mikey way

Kobra kid

Frank iero

Fun ghoul

Ray toro

Jet star

I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!

What I will write/Rules:

Rules:

No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS

No homophobia

No racism

No hatred

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Lemon

Info about Aviradasa!

I go by she/they

I have a cat named Nyx!

I am Demiaroace

I love horror movies with my whole life!

I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣

My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black

My favorite singer is David bowie!

I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!

The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second

PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!

[raspberrysunshinebby]

Jewel Of Autumn

Chapter 2

Pairing: Cassian x Vanserra!Reader

Summary: Many had excepted High Lord Beron to immediately marry off his beautiful daughter when she came of age, maybe even before, but when instead she’s kept out of the public eye and confined to her chambers many are surprised he does not use her to improve relations with other courts. Instead he fears that when he does eventually marry his daughter off she will be corrupted and the horror of his ways will settle into her mind causing him to keep her as a prisoner in her home, a girl who doesn’t even realize she is one. When he brings his daughter to the High Lord meeting neither of them realize of the mating bond that has just clicked for the General of the Night Court.

Warnings: Sexist views, unhealthy father-daughter relationship, abusive and toxic families, Isolation

Word Count: 3076 

I learned that the place we were in was called the Court of Nightmares, it was sort of separate from the rest of the Night Court but not entirely. Cassian described it as more of a place over but not what it was placed over, it was a little confusing but I just sort of listened as he talked. He also began to explain a place called Valeris, where the Inner Circle lived and had only recently gone public in knowledge, it was always a hidden place until now. I wondered how that was, to be able to freely live in a place that was hidden and not have to spend fifty years confined to your chambers in an attempt to not have your existence be known.

Cassian and I walked through corridors together while he spoke and spoke, he quite enjoyed just talking which I didn’t mind because if he stopped talking I knew I had nothing to say and then I’d be fully sent into my thoughts and probably have a panic attack because I was left alone with a male that wasn’t my family. Something strictly forbidden in the Autumn Court, by law we should have a chaperone but I’m too angry at my brother to ask him to be one for me. He started talking about the Townhouse they lived in and we ended up outside in the gardens. They were dark and a little scary but I pushed through. 

I had to admit I liked Cassian’s voice, he spoke in a hushed tone to me which helped soothe me some from my anxiety and made me a lot calmer when I was angry at my brother, there's a good chance that it wasn’t his voice but instead the bond. 

A cold breeze passed through which made me shiver, “Are you cold?” I heard Cassian ask.

I nodded, “A little but im fine.” I wrapped my arms around myself as we continued walking, Cassian’s silence now beginning to eat at me. I felt something move and wrap around me and quickly realized it was Cassian’s wing, it did warm me up but the thought of how It’d be seen in the Autumn Court made my heart pound into my ear, “I don’t think that's appropriate,” I said turning to him, “Anyone from the Autumn Court would freak out if they saw that.” I moved to push the wing away but before I could he began recoiling it.

“There's no one here to see us, besides that isn’t a thing here.” Cassian said in I think an attempt to calm me down, I knew he could feel my panic from the bond.

“It's a thing where I’m from though, and that's important to me.” I said a little snappy, I also realized how hungry I was getting. Cassian nodded to me before heading toward a part of the garden where the breeze would be covered, so I wouldn’t get cold.

I tried to listen to what Cassian was saying, I really did but I could only imagine what my father would think if he knew I was alone in the gardens with a male. He’d be so angry at Eris for allowing it and I couldn’t imagine what he’d say to me, or considering what I say a few nights ago, do. Now i couldn't help but think about what happened that night to Magnus and how I’d realized that he’d done that to my other brothers as well.

Everytime I’d thought about that they consumed my mind completely until it got distracted and this time was no different. I would’ve felt bad for not listening to Cassian but I couldn’t even think of that.

I began to pick at my cuticles, “I wanna go.” I said, interrupting whatever Cassian was saying. “I’m sorry but I should really go home.”

I felt Cassian’s hand on my forehead, “You're sweating, like really bad.” He stood up from his seat before helping me up as well, I stumbled a bit before following him wrapping my arm to his in order to keep myself up. I felt weak and uncoordinated.

I’m not sure how long we walked before I heard Cassian yelling Eris’ name and then saw Eris rushing toward us, a worried expression on his face. “What did you do?” Eris said, angrily.

“I don't know, she started freaking out while we were sitting down. I think she really needs to go home now.” Cassian responded, now clutching onto me as well.

Eris gave Cassian a look, “Give her to me.” Cassian held onto me for a minute before letting me go, allowing Eris to pick me up like you would a child. It didn’t bother me though I enjoyed the comfort and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“You remember what I said? Right Cassian? This is her choice and if she doesn’t ever want to see you again you will respect that, I swear to the mother I will fucking kill you if you ever go against her.” Eris threatened Cassian before winnowing away.

I don't remember much after, only changing and falling onto my bed before Eris took the clothes away and left but not before kissing the top of my head. I fell asleep soon after and woke up hungrier than I’d ever been.

The first thing I did in the morning was bathe, as I was scared I smelled like Cassian after he’d clutched onto me like that and I didn’t want my father to have even the slightest of ideas of the bond.

After scrubbing my body practically raw I grabbed a sage green robe and walked out of my bath to go to my wardrobe, wanting to dress quickly so I could go down to the dining room and feed myself. I also hoped I’d be able to go early enough so my brothers weren’t fighting, but I knew that was unlikely as if father wasn’t there they’d fight and father never went down to breakfast or lunch and only occasionally going down for dinner with the family. I’d had dinner with him countless times recently in his office but I wondered if I even wanted to do that anymore.

I had a towel to dab my hair dry in my hand, knowing rubbing it would make it frizzy and look weird. I enjoyed my hair, so I didn’t want it to look bad. I noticed those shadows again, realizing they left something on my bed. I dropped my hair towel on the end of it before climbing on it and noticed a note sitting on it with messy handwriting.

Dear (Y/N),

Hello my mate, I feel as if it's appropriate to apologize for the night before, I feel as if I acted inappropriately and was far much too rapid with my approach with you. I have to admit I was just excited to meet you and really wanted to speak with you in private because I felt it’d be more intimate which led me to ignore how you felt about it and your traditions in the Autumn Court. I feel as if I made you nothing but uncomfortable. With respect for you and your customs, if you choose to meet me again I’ll ensure your brother will be a chaperone for it. I’d also like to say I’m not normally this formal but I’m trying really hard to impress you right now and I also know your brother is important to you so I’m trying to impress him some as well.

With that as well I’d like to express how much I enjoyed watching you hit your brother, I didn’t enjoy seeing you as hurt as you were but the slap was very enjoyable.If you chose to meet me again I;d like to let you know I’m doing my best to plan our next meet and incorporate your brother into it.

I hope we’ll talk soon, write me back if you wish.

-General Cassian.

I couldn’t help but smile at the note but I also felt bad because he thought that he was the reason for my little episode or whatever it was, i found the note so cute though. I went to reach into a drawer to find a paper and pen to write back to him, he really deserved it but I quickly shoved the note into the drawer and closed it when I heard a knock at my door. I composed myself and went to open it, seeing a maid outside the door.

“Princess, your father is requesting you in his office.” She said, bowing. I said ‘thank you’ before closing my door to quickly change, not wanting to keep him waiting.

I allowed my hair to remain damp as I went to my closet to find a simple brown dress before pulling it on and putting on shoes to make my way to my fathers office, I ran my fingers through my hair on my way to make it look more presentable and ran my fingers down my dress to remove any wrinkles on it.

It wasn’t too long before I knocked on his door and made my way inside, ignoring the thought of the last time I saw this room. I shut the door under his instruction and made my way to a seat that sat in front of his desk.

He put away some documents in a cabinet before turning to me, a strange expression on his face. He sat in his chair before speaking, “I’ve waited too long for this my daughter and I worry on how you will take this.” He said with a sigh.

I smiled at him, “take what? What are you talking about?”

He took a breath, “I’ve had contact with a King in the continents for a while now for an alliance, but with the mountain the alliance hasn’t been,” he paused, “it hasn’t been stable due to promises I’d made to him. About you.”

My face dropped, “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve had intentions to marry you off to King Taron for a while but have had it on hold because I didn’t wish for… her to find out you existed.” My father said,

I paused for a moment, “so you're marrying me off now. To a man I haven’t even heard of, you're just marrying me off like that.”

“I made him agree to let you two get to know each other first, he won’t be a stranger when you're married.”

That didn’t make me feel much better, I thought about telling him about Cassian, telling him I can’t marry this King Taron because I had a mate that I was beginning to like. I got up from my seat, I felt nauseous. “I’m going back to my room.” I said, voice quiet.

“You’ll be woken up early tomorrow, your first meeting will be tomorrow.” This made me feel only more ill.

I didn’t say anything else, only stumbling out of the room and doing my best to keep my composure down the hall before making it to my room to cry.

I collapsed onto my bed before beginning to let my tears fall, I wasn’t sad or grieving I was scared.

It was mid-afternoon when I got up from my bed, I wasn’t sure if I feel asleep or was just laying there but my mind was jumbled and my head was pounding, I also felt so fucking sick.

I hadn’t eaten all day, I skipped breakfast after the news of my engagement was broken to me and it looked like it was past lunch. It didn’t matter much though, I didn’t feel like eating.

I slipped my shoes on before making my way out of my room to make a bee line to Archer's room. I wasn’t sure which one but I passed by one of my brothers but ignored them. I marched my way to my brother's room and began to pound on it before walking in without a care.

“Shit!” I heard Archer yell, “What are you doing?”

I made my way over to a chair in his room, ignoring my brother still in bed in mid afternoon. “Did you know?” I asked.

Archer rubbed his eyes, “What are you talking about?” He said before mumbling about how his head hurt, clearly hung over.

“Father is sending me to the continents to marry some King.” I sat on the chair making myself into a ball on it..

Archer now sat up, “He’s doing that? Like actually?”

“Did you know?” I yelled.

“Fuck no I didn’t.” I heard him mumbling curse words. “Do you know if Eris knows?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I’m meeting him tomorrow. I’m already terrified of him.”

I looked at the ground as Archer got up from his bed, I think putting pants on before walking over to me with a blanket from a drawer and wrapping it around me. “I’m getting Eris, I’m not letting father sell you off like that.” Archer said before exiting the room.

I was being shoved down a road by Archer in the middle of the night, it couldn’t be later than one in the morning. We moved as fast as we could, apparently going to some cabin in the woods that Eris owned, I guess for some sort of discussion happening that they didn’t want father to learn about.

My feet were killing me as I only wore thin slippers and I was cold only having my night dress and a robe that made me look appropriate. Archer said we’d be unable to winnow to it so we had to walk, which made me want to jump off a cliff.

It wasn’t long before we approached a giant circle of trees looking to be covering something I could only assume was the cabin, which now makes sense as to why we can’t winnow to it. It looks like nothing to someone who's not looking for a cabin and with Eris’ paranoia probably as a ward around it.

Archer began rubbing his hand along the trees before he stopped at a certain part and pushed his hand through, grabbing mine and pushing us both through. I saw a beautiful cabin by a lake, I saw a swing on the large porch and chairs by the lake. I could only assume this place was like a sanctuary to Eris and part of me loved he was showing this to Archer and I.

Archer practically dragged me into the house where I saw Eris dressed down with a glass of wine in his hand looking stressed, I noticed two more glasses on the table by where he sat.

He looked up to greet him and motioned for us two to sit with him, which Archer and I swiftly followed.

Archer sighed before pouring the two glasses of expensive wine and handing one to me, “Father doesn’t allow me to drink.” 

Archer rolled his eyes, “Father isn’t here, and believe me sister you're gonna need it.”

I took it from his hands, only allowing myself a small sip.

Eris rubbed his temple before he got up and grabbed a file before sitting back down with us, “King Taron, King of the Graboki which is the leading market for goods like spices, teas and farming supplies but they are also the leading market for illegal products. They’re law enforcement is known to abuse their power and they’re king is known to be just as bad. King Taron is known to abuse his servants and people of his Court, he also has a liking toward married women. Hell blackmail them in order to have them do,” he looked at Archer ``favors.”

I wasn’t sure what the purpose of this conversation was, all it had done was put a void into my stomach. Eris had figured out this information in less than a day, my Father had to know and he was willingly marrying me off to this man? I put my wine down, feeling sick to my stomach and extremely uncomfortable. I knew exactly what Eris meant by “favors” which made my stomach turn even more.

I felt Archer's hand on my shoulder, “you're not marrying him.” 

“Father already made the arrangement,” I replied, “if I don’t it could cause a war. He made the agreement years ago.”

“We’re gonna figure it out, you're not marrying him.” Eris said sternly.

“Why don’t we just pull the mate card? Have her marry the Illyrian instead?” Archer said.

“Because it’ll be the exact same thing, either way we’ll be throwing her into the wolves. We would need time to make sure she wants to marry him and we don’t have that time.” Eris said.

As much as I quite liked Cassian, especially after the letter, I knew Eris was right. I needed to know Cassian before I committed my life to him, I couldn’t just marry him because he’s my mate.

“What are you gonna do?” I asked.

“Right now our best bet is assassinating him and blaming it on an enemy country. I’m aware they have a resistance in Graboki so maybe we could offer support there.” Eris replied.

“Now the support part might be too risky brother,” Archer said.

“I never said we’d make it public,” Eris said in a snarky voice.

I picked up my wine and began to drink some more, wanting something in my stomach so at least when I threw up I’d throw something up.

“How long do you think we can push the engagement out?” I asked, “I would really like to avoid killing someone and it’d give me more time to know Cassian.”

“Not long,” Eris said, “Father’s already been prolonging it and King Taron won't want it prolonged much longer. Father told me he’s been getting angry about it.”

Archer smirked, “(Y/N) could poison his drink. I think that’d be fun.”

I gave him a look, I knew I could never do it, I couldn’t imagine killing someone. Even a horrible man like King Taron.

“Okay here’s what you're going to do for now sweet sister, you need to do nothing but listen to both me and Mother. Do not believe a word that comes out of Father’s mouth and just stay low and whatever you do please do not allow anything King Taron says to get in your head.” Eris said in a soft voice. I heard Archer say “What about me?” but he was ignored as I nodded to Eris.

[pettyprocrastination]

Pierced Nipples HC

Just some fun ol’ headcanons about pedro characters reacting to you having peirced nips!! Big thank you to @captainsamwlsn​ for betareading my FILTH lmao ily bby!!!

Warnings: smut, foul language, blindfold sex, ya’ll know what you're getting into were talking about pierced nipples not going to church lmao. 

Perm Tag list: @honestlystop​ @captainsamwlsn​

Oberyn+Ellaria

Ellaria is letting her hands roam your body while Oberyn watches from the other side of the room, smiling like the two of you just gifted him the sun. Her lips are attached to your neck, leaving dark marks in her wake that you’ll cherish for as long as they grace your skin. Her hand slips under your gown, nimble fingers trail over the swell of your breast and freeze when they feel the cool metal in your skin. Her cool composure falters for a moment, soft brown eyes widen before they crinkle as she smiles. “I knew you were special.” She hums, Oberyn notices the change in his lover’s mood, more excited than before, more enamored with you, if that were even possible. “Come look lover-” Her hands loosen the lace back of your gown, letting the fabric fall off your figure and pool at your feet, leaving you bare before her and the Red Viper. 

You try to shy away but she grabs your chin, keeping you focused on Oberyn whose eyes are glazed over and mind no doubt addled with lust. To see the prince of dorne, the red fucking viper so entranced, so in awe by you? That gave you a rush of adrenaline, a surge of power that you’d never felt before and never wanted to leave. 

Her hand is tugging and playing with the silver bar in your left nipple as she hums and kisses the side of your face. Oberyn stalks towards you, slowly, but each step is taken with such authority you feel your knees grow weaker as he gets closer. 

“Magnificent.” Ellaria coos as you gasp and arch your back when she toys with the metal. “Isn’t she?”

Oberyn’s gaze trails down to your chest, looking at the metal pieces with an adoration that tied your stomach in a knot. A bronze hand trailed around the silver bar while his eyes focused on your reaction, taking in the way you whimpered and bit back moans as they played with you. 

“Truly one of a kind.” He breathed out. His gaze shot up to his lover, both of them sharing a conspiring smile. “But she would look so much better in gold, don’t you think my love?”

Din

When Din finds out, you're laying in your bed with a smooth silken fabric tied around your eyes. He’s mouthing at your neck, moaning against your skin as his hands map out every spot of your body and every reaction it pulls from you. He’s getting drunk off it, the way you whimper and writhe under his hands. 

You knew he was probably starved of it all. Touch, taste, sex. Living in a beskar cage his entire life. The rough pads of his fingers slip under your shirt, trailing over your stomach before pushing the fabric up and over your chest, his fingers freeze at your chest binding, brown eyes flicking up to your hidden ones under the purple sash tied tight around your head. 

You nod, his fingers tremble as he undoes the fabric and pulls it away from your body. 

You hear a sharp breathe and grin. 

Maker, you wish you could see his face right now. 

“You know-” You’ve got that big shit eating grin on your face and it makes Din’s heart beat even faster. “You can touch me, tincan. I promise.” 

You arch your back, presenting your chest to him even more and he feels like he may faint. 

“C’mon metalhead-” You tease. “-don’t leave a girl hangin’.”

In Din’s mind, the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, His hands frozen at his side suddenly snapped back into motion at your soft coo. 

His hands, scarred and rough, gently play with your pierced chest, his heart threatening to hammer right out of his chest when you moan and arch your back. 

“Fuck-” You gasp when he leans down and takes a nipple between his teeth, the other currently being rolled and tugged on by a hand shaking so bad you can feel it. “-that’s it Din.”

He moaned against your skin at the praise, letting his tongue savor the feeling of your soft skin and the cool metal. 

You were going to be his undoing.

Tovar

With Tovar, you both had fucked a few times before he ever found out. You belonged to the same group of mercenaries as him and William. Being the only woman meant you kept your guard up constantly, when Tovar began to find his way into your bedroll (after you propositioned him of course, he may be blunt but he isn’t a beast) it was quick, rough, efficient, neither one of you would even undress completely. Not that he didn’t know his way with a woman, oh no. You found your ecstasy each and every time you laid with him. Tovar would love nothing more than to unwrap you like the gift he believes you to be and spend hours unraveling you under the stars, but things didn’t work out that way. They were always on the move, mindful of wanderers waiting to pluck off travelers and rob them blind before sticking a knife in their gut. To dawdle with a lover meant being distracted, which couldn’t end well for either parties involved. 

Of course that wasn’t always the case, but you were as guarded and stoic as your lover, something William would tease his friend about endlessly. 

It wasn’t until the cruel chill of winter settled into your bones as frost coated the grounds you slept on at night that Tovar found his rough hands burrowing under your clothes. 

You had an iron grip on his wrist as you led one of his expert hands down your trousers, whimpering against his throat.

“It’s too fucking cold.” Tovar grunted in agreement, fingers slipping between your legs to rub your clit. 

“Let me warm you then-” In all the times you’ve laid with the Spaniard, this was the first time you felt the rough skin of his palm slide up your shirt and cup your chest. His hand froze against your skin before he growled, rucking up the fabric of your shirt over your chest. His eyes widened, taking in the piercings that glinted under the moonlight and leaned down, kissing you hard with a moan. 

“Do you mean to kill me woman?” You laugh at his words but it melts into a moan as his fingers curl inside of you while the other hand tugs and twists a nipple between his fingers. “Surely you want me dead.”

“I would never-” You smiled as he kissed down your chest, tongue lathering and worshiping every spot it touched. “-If you died, who would keep me warm?”

You didn’t think about how low you were when you cried out as he swirled his tongue around a pierced nipple before biting down. Pain shifting into hot pleasure as his hands and mouth worked simultaneously to bring you closer to the edge. 

He pulled away with a pop, breathing heavy and eyes wild as he stared down at you. “Nobody.” He answered, fingers curling and pushing you under hot waves of pleasure that kept rolling, uncaring if it was too much for you to handle. 

“No other man will keep you warm, or bring you pleasure.” The coil in your body was pulled tighter and tighter until it snapped, Tovar, the bastard, lets his fingers push you over the edge while he bit and sucked on the skin of your chest. Usually he would silence you with his own mouth, drowning out your cries of pleasure in a harsh kiss. 

But not tonight. He wanted them all to hear. Every other man in your group, and the next town over and the one after that. To let them all know that he was the only man to bring you such ecstasy, to see the wicked metal in your skin that was burned into his brain like a cruel brand. 

He’d have you scream it loud enough for the gods to hear him if he could. 

He was yours to use, and you were his to keep warm. 

Frankie 

This one is in the Frankie & BB universe, where reader is a camgirl that frankie falls for! Link for the intro hc post is here

Frankie had seen you topless the first night he met you. 

Well..the first night he saw your streams, of course. He was no stranger to women with piercings. He’d dating girls with nose rings and belly button piercings, even a pierced tongue once, but never did he find himself enamored with pierced nipples. 

Before he met you that is. 

Now he fantasizes about worshiping you, covering your chest in kisses and bites. Taking the pierced skin between his teeth with a gentle nip and savoring the way you breathe out his name and tangle your fingers in his hair. 

The way you’d look down at him beneath your lashes with that sweet smile before wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him in that spot for as long as you deem right. He’d want to stay in that moment forever. 

But those were fantasies, perverted little dreams that lived in his head while he watched you touch your chest on camera with a coy smile. He knew the feeling of your skin beneath his was something he’d never get to truly cherish. 

Until he finds himself two months later in your apartment with you sprawled out beneath him on your bed, his hands under your hoodie and marveling at the way you sing for him while he worships the smooth skin he’d longed for. 

Ezra

You had been working with ezra for a few cycles before the tension finally blew over one night. You grew fond of his fanciful stories, always painting such a vivid picture with his vast vernacular and slight southern lilt. Though you’d often tease him for his “Motormouth” as you called him, you enjoyed listening to his smooth voice paint stories as you worked.

He grew fond of your warm smiles and your laugh, oh your sweet laugh. He’d spend his life telling you stories if it meant you would never stop laughing. Such a sweet soul you were, he didn’t think the life of a harvester was one you were meant for. But you worked hard and plentiful, so much he asked if you wished to continue to work together. After the loss of his arm he could use the extra help on jobs, not that he enjoyed to admit it, and you were a pleasure to be around. 

The way your face lit up as if you had found the queens lair made his heart tie into a knot. 

“I’d like that motormouth.”

It was the same night you found the courage to kiss him. 

Ezra soon melted into the kiss, letting his tongue slip past your lips and his hand grabbing anywhere on you he could reach. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling away only for a moment to pant out-

“Bed?”

Which is how Ezra found himself lying in his cot, flat on his back with you straddling him and kissing his neck. 

“I will admit I’ve thought of you in such a position many times but-” He let out a smooth chuckle when your hands pushed his shirt up his body. “-never did I believe it would actually happen under these circumstances.”

You had some smart remark on your tongue, but lost it as you pushed his shirt up to see the pierced skin of his chest. 

His hand rubbed circles on your waist as you stared at him with your mouth agape. “Have I rendered you speechless, sweet gem?” He has the air of a prize show dog, eyes confident and practically preening under your gaze. “We were just beginning to have fun.”

“No I just-” You shook your head with a light laugh. Your hands removed themselves from his shirt to pull at your own. 

“I didn't think we’d match, is all.”

You quickly shed your top, throwing it into some darkened corner of the room as Ezra took in the sight of your bare chest, soft and each nipple sporting silver bars that matched his own. 

A big grin grew on his face as he pulled you down for a heated kiss. His hand quickly grabbed and tugged at your chest while you did the same to him, both moaning in praise of the heavy touches. 

“It seems we must be made for one another, gentle soul.” He leans down and takes your nipples into his mouth while tugging on the other. The once lone harvester cherishes the way your moans seem to echo through the cot, a song sung for him and only him. 

One he hoped he could make you sing again. 

Maxwell & Valerie Lord 

This one is in the universe of my fic Rip Out Our Seams and Stitch Us Together, focusing on not only you and Maxwell, but his wife as well! Not super important to this because it’s only hc but Poly fic obvi. Chapter one ink is here if you're interested.

Maxwell and Valerie found out before they ever had you in bed. Valerie had been the first to find out actually, and all but sang about it the moment she got home to her dear husband. 

She was at your shop, as she usually was during the day. That day she had huffed and puffed about some “friend” that was less of a friend and more of a nuisance, but one she kept around anyways. You listened to her berate the woman as you hemmed a sundress with a smile, occasionally chiming in here and there with your own words on the dreaded socialite, causing the ice queen herself to laugh and smile. 

“See!” She pointed to you with a congratulatory grin. “This is why you're my fucking favorite!”

You shook your head and stood up, moving to the next article of clothing to alter. A tux that needed to be taken in. 

But as you stepped to grab the suit jacket, you lost your footing on a wire that poked out front the carpet and stumbled. Luckily you caught yourself before falling to the floor, but not without your shirt, which was buttoned dangerously low in the way that Valerie and her husband loved, shifted and got the richest woman in D.C a quick peek at the bare, brown, skin that she dreamed of for months. 

She took in a sharp breath, taking her bottom lip between her teeth to hide any noises made at the quick reveal. 

Piercings? My oh my you were full of surprises. 

She covered her reaction well enough it seemed. After shifting your shirt with no words, you sat back down and began to mark the jacket with tailors chalk. 

Unknowing that Valerie’s heart beat against her ribs like the wings of a hummingbird. 

The moment she got home she called Maxwell’s office and insisted she speak to her husband that instant, who was currently in the middle of a meeting. 

His secretary, a replacement for the one before that she loathed, was quick to transfer her to her husband. 

“Darling-” His voice was gentle but scolding, no doubt looking up at the men in the room with him. “I’m a bit busy at the moment, but I’ll speak to you later, alright?”

“Oh?” Her voice was full of faux innocence that her husband knew he was going to dread picking up the phone. “So you don’t want to know what I saw when I visited our girl?”

At the mention of you, Maxwell shifted in his chair. 

Our girl. Hearing his wife say those sweet words send his heart into a frenzy. Truthfully you were what brought them back together, showing them a way of love they didn’t know they had for each other as well as you. 

Something you didn’t even know you did for them. 

“And what’s that my dear?”

 He held up a finger to the men in the room with an apologetic smile. It was returned with patient nods and absent minded waves, insisting he continue his phone call. 

Of course they wouldn’t tell him to hang up. He was Maxwell fucking Lord. 

“Well-” his wife purred, his voice causing a strain in his trousers. “Today, I caught a little peek.”

Maxwell cleared his throat. 

“Not on purpose of course.” She further explained, wrapping the telephone cord around her finger as she spoke. “But she tripped, stumbled a bit and well-” His wife sighed, letting her head fall back as she closed her eyes in memory. “Oh she looked so soft Maxie, you should’ve been there.”

“It certainly sounds like it.” Maxwell’s mind ran rampant with the image alone of seeing you in such disarray, his wife sultry tone did nothing to quell the fire. “Now if we can continue this conversation when I get home-”

“She’s pierced too.”

Maxwell pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to feign annoyance in front of the other men so they didn’t see the way he gripped the phone so hard it nearly cracked in his grip. “Excuse me?”

Valerie hummed. “You heard me handsome. Pierced. She looks so pretty with it.” He could hear the little hitch in her breath that told him she was just as unraveled as he was by the news. “I bet it feels so nice to tug on and touch, oh fuck.”

Of course she didn’t have to hide it. 

“Type?” His voice was even and composure cool even as his mind was flooding with images, fantasies that he’d do anything to make a reality. 

The love of his life, his queen and fucking she-demon in life simply giggled. 

“Come home and I’ll tell you all about them.” She blew a kiss into the receiver before hanging up. 

Maxwell sighed, masking himself in great aggravation and fatigue at the phone call. 

“I’m afraid I’ll have to reschedule this meeting gentlemen.” He rolled his eyes. “My wife is practically in pieces and insists I come home to take care of her this instant. I’m so sorry for all the trouble.”

A man in a cheap suit chuckled and waved the CEO off. “Nonsense Mr.Lord, we all know how it can be with women.”

He knew damn well none of these schmucks knew how it could be with his women. 

Maxwell sighed and hung his head. “Isn’t that the truth boys.”

A few handshakes later and a stern order to his secretary and he was walking down the steps of his building to the car waiting for him outside. The moment he got in he slammed the door shut hard enough the car itself shook and he fished out two hundred dollars from his wallet. 

“Sir?” Daniels, his driver spoke warily. Maxwell let out a shaking breath, running a hand through his blonde locks and pulling his shoulders back before turning to his driver with a harsh stare.

“Get me home in the next five minutes and this money is yours.”

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

RESISTERE TENTATIONEM: CAPITULUM II

TĒCTUS: Covered, concealed, hidden, having been covered, hidden or concealed

Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: +18, mature content

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @alyhull , @bellalutionn , @aerynscrichton , @serpantscorpio8497 , @ava-valerie , @omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts , @squirreledelman , @cazxcx , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @bayley-no-friends , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @sassymox

Notes: I would like to thank @letsgivethisonemoreshot , for not only being my partner in crime with this trilogy but also being one of the best friends someone could ever have 😘 This is fully written in Damian’s POV. If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist

Want to hear a joke that’s really in poor taste? The Mother Superior of the famous Mary Magdalene Convent (isn’t that ironic) is being accused of hosting ‘parties’ to the oh so loving convent donors. And you know who isn’t invited to those parties? Jesus Christ. Because the Devil sure loves to be a part of them! Drugs, orgies, alcohol, prostitution, even black masses... you name it! Everything that is unholy happens in the so-called house of holiness, and if that isn’t a bad taste joke, I don’t know what is.

So here I am now, driving towards the Devil’s den: the Mary Magdalene convent for three torturous days of interviews. Out of all of the reporters from The New York Times, of course I was the one who drew the short straw and got assigned this article. Some people see this as a career changing opportunity... a blessing, but me? I see it as a fucking curse! I don’t like religion, I don’t like churches, I don’t like priests and I sure as hell don’t like nuns! Anything that has the word “holy” in it, I prefer to be as far away as I possibly can from. But today was not my lucky day….no, today was the day that I was going to be tested. The only thing I’m hoping for is to not fail.

I knocked on the convent’s door and a young lady answered me.

“Hi, good morning. I’m Damian Priest, reporter from The New York Times and I’m here for an interview with” I looked down at my notepad “Mrs. Y/N L/N? Whom I believe is the Mother Superior”

The young girl only nodded once and motioned for me to follow her, without saying a word.

I followed her in, mesmerized by the size of the convent, the whole place was fancy as fuck on the inside. Art pieces from famous painters were displayed on the walls, modern furniture, dim lights that made the place look cozy and inviting. *What a scam* I thought to myself. The young lady in front of me suddenly stopped walking and pointed towards the door in front of her before turning around and leaving.

Presuming that it was the Mother Superior’s office, I knocked on the door twice before someone told me to come in. You see, when they told me I was going to be interviewing the Mother Superior of a convent, the last thing I expected was for her to not only be beautiful, but young (considering I was under the impression that women in that position were around sixty years old). She was breathtaking to say the least! Soft features, her skin had an angelic glow to it and there was something in her eyes that trapped you in them...something you could not turn your gaze away from no matter how bad you wanted to.

“Mr. Priest, please sit down” She smiled

I nodded and sat on the chair in front of her desk

“Thank you for taking some time out of your busy schedule to speak with me, Mother Y/L/N-“

“Please, call me Y/N” Her sultry voice spoke

“Y/N” I tested the word on my lips and it sounded oddly pleasant

She smiled softly and...fuck she’s gorgeous! Her beauty was a painful and constant reminder of what you couldn’t have, couldn’t touch, couldn’t-“

“Mr. Priest?” She said softly

“Damian”

“Damian, would you like something to drink? Coffee, water, juice, tea perhaps?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you” I answered, while grabbing my notepad and a pen out of my backpack. Clearing my throat, I said “Can we get started with the pre-interview?”

“Of course” She smiled widely and reached for a cigarette pack on top of the table, which made me raise an eyebrow

“We all have our dirty little secrets, don’t we, Damian?” She asked, licking the cigarette filter before sucking it

*Am I going crazy?* I thought to myself

“Damian? Your first question is?” She giggled

“Ummm” I cleared my throat once again “Y/N, recently the convent was involved in a huge scandal involving drugs, prostitution, orgies and black masses. Would you like to clarify why an institution that’s deeply connected to the church is in the middle of something so profane?”

She grinned “God is in the most profane things, Damian. After all, the sinners are the ones who need Him the most, aren’t they?”

“I’m not sure if I follow-”

“You see” She took a long drag on her cigarette and walked towards me “God is our Lord and savior. He forgives us from our sins, grants us forgiveness to our most foul actions” She sat down on the chair beside me “If you steal from someone and repent; He’ll forgive you, kill someone and repent; He’ll save you, cheat on your wife with the hot, young next door neighbor and repent; He’ll brush it underneath the carpet and pretend it never happened” She shrugged “God doesn’t judge, Damian. He only forgives” She leaned forward on the arm of the chair, until she was uncomfortably close to me “So if the big boss himself doesn't judge anyone, then why should I?”

“And what does judgment have to do with drugs, orgies and sin?”

She smiled “How can God forgive you if you don’t sin, Damian?”

“And how can God forgive his so-called followers who incite others to sin, Y/N?”

“Incite others to sin?” She chuckled “Are you talking about the allegations, the donors or yourself?” She smirked

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Since we’re so far from town I was informed that I would have to spend the night at the convent. They showed me my bedroom and it looked pretty fancy. King size bed, Egyptian sheets, expensive furniture. Everything was oddly normal, except for the weird dream I recalled having. I was at the convent, lost, calling for help because I somehow ended up locked in here. I was inside what looked like a large basement, the room was only lit by red lights, a faint smell of leather took over my nostrils as I heard someone moaning softly in my ear…a woman. And the weirdest thing was that I could’ve sworn I felt her breath against my ear. Needless to say I woke up with my dick as hard as a rock and had to spend a solid thirty minutes trying to get rid of a very painful boner, which did not leave me no matter how many times I came. Half hard and inside a convent...yeah, I’m definitely going to Hell!

“How did you sleep, Damian?” Was the first thing I was asked when I walked into the Mother Superior’s office in the morning. Something in her voice told me she knew exactly what I had done underneath the shower.

“Good”

“I bet you woke up feeling much better after a good night of rest, right?” She smiled devilishly and I just nodded

“Would you mind if we took a tour through the convent at some point?” I asked, quickly changing subjects

“Of course not! Let me know when you want one”

I nodded and began to ask my questions

“So, why do so many men keep coming and going from this convent? Seems like the place men shouldn’t be”

“The only men who come to the convent, Damian, are maintenance, the donors for the ‘thank you parties’ we host and now you” She smiled

“How do you get so many people to keep donating?”

“We don’t oblige anyone to do anything. People are still kind enough to see the work we do for those in need and they get touched by it. So God is the one who inspires them to donate, Damian. Not me”

“I’ve noticed a lot of fancy things here. Shouldn’t the money be going to something else?”

“The ‘fancy’ things you see are gifts from the donors. Things they felt in their hearts they should give us freely. We don’t buy things for the convent, apart from food. That’s one of the rules”

“Speaking of rules” I looked at her “Why are you smoking? Isn't that not allowed?”

“We don’t have rules against smoking here, Damian. The choice to do it or not is personal, but there are no rules for it. It’s not forbidden or a sin. Now, if you think nuns shouldn’t smoke, I suggest you pay a visit to the convents in Rome and give them a piece of your mind about their choices regarding health”

I chuckled at her comeback

“Why so cynical about our good intentions?” She licked her lips

“Because you don’t have any” I spat

“We live for helping those in need, Damian” She pointed towards my visible bulge

“Helping those in need, huh? And what do you get out of it?”

She walked towards me “Satisfaction in its purest form” She lifted one hand up and caressed my lower belly over my shirt “It’s incredible how much providing relief to others can trigger the biggest pleasure in our bodies...to see their eyes semi-closed in...relief is so rewarding to me”

I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably. “And just how needy do these people have to be?” I was speaking in financial terms of course

“Very needy” Her hand toyed with my jeans button “Some even have trouble sleeping due to their neediness, so you can see how a helping hand goes so well in this case...even the right mouth, you know to profess the Lord’s word”

“And just how many of these ‘charitable acts’ have you been involved with?” I felt my cock grow harder and harder

“Directly? Only when things get too hard, Damian” Her hand brushed against my hard bulge “That’s when I offer my help, so things can stop getting so hard and painful”

I gulped as I tried to shift away from her touch “So what, you just have all these other poor girls do your dirty work for you?” I try to keep my serious composure

“I’m not afraid of getting dirty, Damian. The girls do what they can, what they’re instructed to...but sometimes things get so hard that I have no other option but intervene” She pulled the fly of my jeans down “Then, once the seed of evil is finally spilled, things can go back to being soft again” She leaned in closer “Would you like a demonstration, Damian? I’m sure you have some kind of evil inside you that needs to be released” She asked with a sinister smile reaching her hand into the waistband of my boxer briefs

“I’m just here for work, Y/N, I have nothing to donate”

“Don’t worry about it. My girls will not be involved in this...it will be our little secret”

“I would like the tour now, please”

She smirked “Of course” and stepped away from me “This way” She went out the door as if nothing had happened

“Psycho bitch” I whispered to myself, as I pulled the fly of my jeans up and tied my hoodie around my waist to cover up the boner.

“This way we have the nuns bedrooms” She pointed towards a hallway “Kitchen, restrooms, archives, laundry room, storage for cleaning supplies, pantry” She explained each room, until we were outside “The patio, garden; where we cultivate flowers, fruits and vegetables, garage and the chapel is this way”

She walked towards a medium sized chapel in the middle of the garden, it looked like a regular chapel on the inside. It had an altar with a bible on it, a pulpit, a big cross, devotional statues of catholic saints, wooden benches and a confessional. Candles were lit up all over the place and everything looked normal. Scarily normal, until I noticed a few nuns who were sat on one of the benches staring at me with a weird look on their eyes

“Why are they looking at me like that?” I asked Y/N

“Like what?”

“Like, with...” I trailed off

“With desire?” She whispered in a mocking tone

I looked down at her speechless

“One could say that you’re a little too obsessed with the lust theme, Damian” She smiled “It’s all you can think about ever since you got here, dear. You should be careful” She licked her lips and pulled me by my hand towards her office again.

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Later that night while I was trying to get some sleep, I began to hear some mumbling. Muffled voices kept saying something unintelligible and filling up the bedroom with mainly female voices. But one of the voices sounded too familiar to me...

I stood up from the bed and began to search in the room where those voices could be coming from, and as I almost gave up, I found it. A small hole of the size of a coin, in the concrete wall in front of my bed. Scooting closer to the wall, I knelt down and peeked through the hole, but weirdly enough, the room was pitch black. The mumbling started again and they soon became moans. Above all the moaning voices, one stood out to me. It was Y/N’s voice, she moaned softly while she said something I couldn’t quite understand. Her voice was filled with lust, her moans were pornographic and I could swear she was moaning my name. It both frightened and turned me on, so I did what any wise man would do. I returned to the bed, laid down and jerked off before falling into a deep slumber.

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“Wake up” Someone softly whispered in my ear

I quickly opened my eyes and my heart was beating at a frantic pace due to the fright.

A young girl was sitting down on my bed “Please, follow me” was all she said before standing up and leaving my room

I was so confused that I didn’t even bother to grab a t-shirt, so I just followed her down the hall barefoot and only with a pair of sweatpants on. Looking outside the hallway windows, I could see that the sky was still dark, which could only mean it was the late hours of morning.

She took me inside the laundry room and pressed a button underneath the folding clothes table. A door opened and a red light lit up the dark wooden stairs. I continued to follow her down the stairs, and we began to walk down a long hallway that looked more like a basement. The whole place had only red lights as the lighting source, so it took my eyes a while to get used to it.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, but only received silence as a response

We walked for what felt like ten minutes until we reached a black wooden door with an iron door knocker. She knocked on the door four times and left.

“Is this a prank?” I asked myself, after five minutes of standing there alone. Suddenly the door opened, but I couldn’t see anything other than darkness ahead

“Hello?” I called from the doorway, but no one answered back

The thing that made me such a great reporter was my utter curiosity, and even with all my senses screaming ‘don’t go in there!’ I decided to listen to my curious side instead, and went into the room. As soon as I stepped a foot inside, the door behind me closed shut.

The room was pitch black and I stumbled across a few items. I placed my hand on top of what felt like a table so I could try to guide myself through the room, at least back to the door again so I could leave. When suddenly I felt several pairs of soft hands on my torso pulling me back.

“What the fuck?” I gasped in shock

But before I could make a move, my wrists and ankles were tied to a wooden surface and a red light turned on in the room

Five nuns were in front of me, staring silently at my body

“Leave” Someone said from behind me, and the nuns obeyed and left

“I would be lying if I said you weren’t a beautiful sight” Y/N said, and and walked in front of me

“You psycho bitch” I growled and pulled at the restraints “Let me go!”

She smiled “Oh Damian...You don’t want that!” Her nails softly scratched my lower belly “And neither do I”

“You’re sick! Let me go, you fucking-“

“Na ah” She slapped me across the face “I’m done playing these pretending games” She lit up a cigarette “Pretend you didn’t jerk off to my moans, pretending you don’t want to fuck me...that gets tiring” She dipped her hand inside my sweatpants and found my semi hard bulge “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since you laid eyes on me” She giggled and I licked my dry lips

“Those sinful, filthy, thoughts you’ve had, Damian” She closed her fist around my erection “You wanted to know what we do here, right? We purge that demon out of you” And scooted closer until her lips brushed against my own with every word she spoke

“We send him away, so he can’t bother you anymore” She freed my cock from my pants and began to pump her hand up and down “We release you from the seed of evil”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I panted

Y/N knelt down in front of me and darted her tongue out, licking my slit “Give me the seed of evil, Damian” and gave an open mouth kiss on my tip “Feed me with it” Licked the underside of my shaft “Release yourself from what’s been bothering you ever since you got here” Darting her tongue out “Use me to purify your soul” And opened her mouth wider.

At such a sight I had no other option but to buck my hips forward…

And chase for my cleansing

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Pairings: Former Rhysand x Reader, Feysand, Tarquin x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Triggers: mentions of depression, relapse, attempts at suicide

Summary: It has been two decades since you left Night Court, leaving the life you had always known. It had been five years since you were in Dawn Court, slowly healing with the help of its High Lord. Now, you had resided in Summer Court, Tarquin by your side through your healing process. But when a mating bond snaps between the two of you when your health turns for the worse, how would you process something that you never thought would happen in your immortal life? And when you decide to confront your former family, would you forgive them for their past discretions? The story of the aftermath of your broken heart of glass.

Note: From this request! Thank you so much for wanting a second part to “Breaking Like Glass”!! I love that everyone enjoyed that fic’s immense angst, so I will gladly give you guys the fluff, romance, and healing the reader needs. And I do hope this isn’t cheesy. I struggled a bit on writing this, whether to debate to make it angsty, but I feel like, it has enough of the balance. Please do enjoy!

Breaking Like Glass | Masterlist

“You know, my stardust, you don't have to do this… We can have our mating ceremony with our family. We don't have to invite Night Court…”

You let out a thoughtful hum as you lounged in one of the lounging chairs in Tarquin’s office, book in hand. You placed a finger on your page before looking over your shoulder at the High Lord of Summer, who looked at you with concern etched on his beautiful features.

After centuries of being with Rhysand, you had always thought that you would be content in not finding your mate. You had thought, and wished, that you would have eternity with the High Lord of Night Court. However, with the fiasco two decades ago, all you wanted to do was heal — fix your broken heart and mind from your torture from Under the Mountain, to fix your broken soul from being ripped apart by your family. You did not want to fall in love — you didn’t want to give your taped-up heart to someone and be worried about having it torn apart again.

You had safe-guarded your heart behind high, metal walls with a fog of darkness to protect it — to protect you from breaking all over again, and losing yourself once more.

But what you had never dreamed of was a mating bond to snap.

And you never thought it would be with another High Lord.

The very moment you had stepped into Summer soil, Tarquin had been nothing but kind and gentle, helping you through your decade of healing. He allowed you to take your time — he allowed you to wallow, he allowed you to be silent, he allowed you to grieve, something that you never were able to do while you were in Valeris. He allowed you to cry in anguish, he allowed you to cry in pain — he allowed the forty-nine years of suffering to seep out of your aching body. And he was silently there, beside you, watching over you… to ensure you were safe and well cared for while you did.

And that was all you could have wished for while you were healing. You didn’t need words, you didn’t need condolences… Tarquin allowed you to heal in the way that your heart and mind needed.

All the while Tarquin healed your broken soul that came upon the betrayal from Night Court, you would be sent back to Dawn Court to mend your mind and body from the tortures of the Attor. The two High Lords worked in tandem with one another… all for you. Both Tarquin and Thesan realized your worth, both realized your importance and believed it was worth their power and time to heal you.

It had been five years since you came from Dawn Court when the mating bond snapped between you and Tarquin.

It was when your nightmares had resurrected themselves from the grave, haunting you thoroughly to the point you had relapsed back from your progress.

You had screamed and clawed against everything that had neared you, your eyes frantic at the absolute fear and dread of returning to that moment in your life — the pain of the Attor and betrayal of your husband, that still lurked in the darkness of your fear. You had hurt yourself, multiple times during that relapse — skin broken with knives, daggers, broken glass — anything that your hands got to… hoping for the pain to seep out of your skin.

But Tarquin was there through all of that — grabbing and hiding everything that you could try to hurt yourself with. He fought tooth and nail to get to you, whispering sweet nothings — that you were worth it, you were worth the pain and anguish, that you were worth everything. And that you would get through the pain — and that he’d be right beside you through it.

You couldn’t feel it, the glow of the mating bond between the two of you — for you were too shrouded in your fear to notice.

All the while, Tarquin felt every emotion you had felt — the despair, the anguish, the pain that wracked your body. He fought back all the tears as he held you against him, pouring as much care and love through the newly found bond.

The relapse had taken an immense hit on your health — you were sick for weeks on end, going in and out of consciousness barely able to make out who had been taking care of you.

When you had been well enough, you had learned that Tarquin, himself, had been the one to care for you during your illness. And you, though you shouldn’t have been, was surprised at that fact. The High Lord of Summer Court took time away from his busy schedule to tend to you. He had owed you nothing… and yet he had taken time to care for you.

“Why did you do that…?” you had asked, storming into his office, pausing mid-step when you had seen Thesan and the Captain in the room. It seemed that you had interrupted an important meeting between the two High Lords — possibly about your condition.

Tarquin looked at you for a moment, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he looked at Thesan and gave him an apologetic nod of his head. Thesan glanced between the two of you before standing up from his seat on the plush couch and heading your way. The High Lord of Dawn smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss onto the crown of your head, “Hello, my child… be nice to him…”

The request was confusing to you as you allowed the High Lord and Captain to step out of the room, the click of the door resonating behind you — leaving you and Tarquin alone in that grand room. The atmosphere grew awkward and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip, you glanced everywhere besides the High Lord, and you heard him let out a chuckle.

You frowned, glaring at him slightly before watching him stand up and walk towards you, reaching out a hand for you to hold, “We have much to talk about, (Y/N)…” he murmured.

You stared at his hand, sighing softly before reaching over to place you had on top of his. His had always radiated warmth that you seemed to want to grasp onto often — it was warm and inviting, much like the summer sun he had ruled over. You followed him further into his office, walking past his desk and onto the large balcony overviewing his Court. There was a large settee that Tarquin led you to, sitting you down before he sat next to you, leaving a gap between both of you.

“Now… What was it you were saying, (Y/N)? About why I did that?” he questioned, turquoise hues staring at the massive land of his Court, allowing the summer breeze to greet the two of you.

Relaxing against the settee, you remained quiet for a few moments, eyes fluttering close at the breeze that tickled your skin. When you opened your eyes once more and turned your attention to the High Lord, you were slightly startled when you noticed he was staring at you — something in his eyes sparkling that you were unsure of… or slightly denied.

“…Why did you take care of me when I was ill?” you asked him, not bothering to beat around the bush, “You didn’t owe me anything, this… arrangement between us is only until I get better and can move on from my nightmares—”

“When did I say that this… arrangement is only until you get better?” he interrupted you with a raised brow, “I did not say anything like that. I am allowing you to stay until you want to leave… I’m giving you the choice to stay and to heal the way you need, unlike your time in Night Court. And, I took care of you because I wanted to, (Y/N). I couldn’t let you hurt yourself like you did, to be so haunted by your nightmares every waking second… I couldn’t let you suffer the way Rhysand let you for all those months…”

You flinched at the name of your former husband. It still ached — no matter how long it had been, it still ached hearing his name. Usually, Tarquin and Thesan avoided saying his name around you, both afraid of a possible relapse. You let out a shaky breath, as your eyes stared at something beyond him, a distant stare — feeling yourself move out of your body, a sensation that had started to become normal for you ever since you were in Dawn Court.

Feeling Tarquin’s warmth again, you blinked twice before focusing on him again a small smile tugged on your lips, and shook your head, “…I’m fine…” you whispered, head tilting down to look at your intertwined hands. You took deep breaths, something that Thesan had taught you after your moments of distance.

Tug, tug… you felt something in your chest. Your head tilted in confusion until you felt it again — tug, tug… You lifted your head and looked at the High Lord once more. You saw a twinkle in those turquoise hues, a hopeful look hidden within those depths.

“…What…” you muttered in disbelief, and you felt another tug in your chest.

“You felt it, did you not, (Y/N)?” Tarquin questioned, leaning forward slightly, warm hands gently gripping yours — as if preventing you from running away.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head, too scared for any words to escape you.

How could a mating bond happen? After everything that happened to you, your mind and body were broken, being held together by pieces of tape held together by Tarquin and Thesan — you could barely hold yourself together. Your healing process for the past fifteen years was slow, and there were many times when you believed you would never be okay again. How can someone like you be mated to another High Lord? How can someone as broken as you be another leader of a Court?

Thoughts of insecurities passed through your mind, unknowingly sending them down the newly formed bond. You were startled out of your thought by Tarquin’s hand gently caressing your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“You do not have to accept the mating bond, as of yet, (Y/N)… I will wait, you can heal. Just know that I accept you, even if you are broken and torn. You still have years of healing to do, but I will be by your side — always.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as he shifted closer, pressing his hands on your cheeks to wipe them away. All you can do is nod. Allowing the love and warmth of the bond to slowly heal you.

It had been another five years since then. A little over two decades after you left Night Court to accept the bond. For five years, Tarquin had courted you, cared for you… loved you the way you needed. He did not force anything onto you and allowed you to fall in love with him in such a natural way that it felt second nature to you.

“…(Y/N)…” your mate called out to you, snapping out of your trance.

You blinked and refocused on the present, eyes focusing on Tarquin who had moved from his spot at his desk to you, hands rubbing your shoulders. Tilting your head back, you gave him a smile, reaching up with your free hand to reach up to run your fingers against his cheek as he looked down at you.

“No… I would like to invite them. I think… I need closure from my time there. And…” there was hesitance in your voice at the next words, “I do miss them. I lived with them for centuries, and all of a sudden I cut them off my life for a good reason… there are times when I missed them.”

Tarquin hummed understandingly as he squeezed your shoulders, “Understandable. We will invite them… But I worry—-”

“—- I won’t relapse. I promise…” you moved from your lounging position to sitting up, shifting so you were on your knees, at eye level with him. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist so you were steady as your hands placed themselves on his biceps, playing around with the fabric of his outfit, “I’m better — well, as best I can be — but I know you’ll be there… I will be fine.”

There was reluctance in his features, those turquoise hues trying to find any lie in your words before he gave you a nod.

“I concede…” he murmured and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the hesitancy in his words. Pressing a gentle kiss on the High Lord’s cheek, murmuring a thank you before moving back to your position on the lounge chair, picking up your book once more.

You looked back up to just miss the shake of his head, before he wrapped a hand around your neck, tilting your head up so he could lean down to press a kiss on your lips, “After our mating ceremony, I wish for you to initiate our kisses, my stardust…”

Feeling the warmth of your cheeks you stared up at him, “If that is the wish of my High Lord, then it shall happen…”

He let out a low chuckle before pressing another kiss on your lips, your book forgotten on your lap.

The ceremony venue was extravagant, to say the least — Tarquin, as well as Thesan from what you had gathered, pulled all the stops. The throne room of Summer Court was flourishing with flowers and the summer sun radiating down through all the large windows.

You were a nervous mess sitting in your room. It was still several hours before the ceremony, that you weren’t too nervous for; it was the fact that you were going to meet your old family once more.

The Captain of Dawn, your dear friend, had informed you that the Inner Circle just arrived at the outskirts of Summer Court. And that set off your nerves completely.

You had requested, when you had sent the letter to Night Court, to meet with them before your ceremony — to officially close the wounds between all of you.

And so when a knock startled you out of your worries, you turned around in your chair from your vanity where you were getting ready. Watching those doors open to reveal your old family.

There stood Rhysand, in his Night Court attire along with Feyre, who was at his side. There was a pang in your chest, the pain of their betrayal somehow festering its way back into your heart. But it was slowly soothed out by the warmth of the mating bond that Tarquin seemed to have sent your way. The doors closed behind the Inner Circle, and you noticed the Captain of Dawn stationed at the door.

Thesan’s lover is quite a busybody isn’t he…? You had sent down the bond to your mate. And all you felt was Tarquin’s chuckle as you focused back on the now.

You slowly stood up, a small smile on your features before you watched from the corner of your eye Mor heading to a sprint and giving you the biggest hug.

“… I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” she apologized, the words repeating on her lips as she squeezed you, burying her head into your neck.

Tears pricked the edge of your eyes as your arms wrapped around her and you buried your head to the crook of her neck, letting the blond curls tickle your face.

“… Mor…” you whined her name.

A sob wracked through the blonde’s body, “I’m just glad you’re okay. That you’re better…” she whispered before pulling back and staring at you, “I’m glad you found your mate. I’m glad that he’s making you happy — that you deserve happiness — after all the shit you went through and everything we had put you under…”

You smiled at her as you felt her cup your cheeks, nodding your head, “… — Thank you, Mor. I’m glad to see you again, truly. I missed you so much…”

A smile tugged on Mor’s features, “We will see each other more… if you let us.”

You nodded your head as she stepped away, allowing the rest of the Inner Court to greet you — hugging you and whispering their utmost apologies and congratulations.

Cassian had lifted you into his arms, something he used to do often when you were his Lady still, giving you a spin, “You will always be my Lady, (Y/N)…” he whispered into your ears, pressing a kiss against your cheek before literally handing you off to Azriel.

A giggle escaped your lips as you hugged the Spymaster as he pressed a kiss on your opposite cheek, “We will forever live with the regret of losing you…” Azriel hummed out, “We had and always will love you… But I wish for nothing but happiness for you…”

Your heart flourished at the words of your former family — the words that you had wished to hear two decades ago — slowly piecing your heart and soul back together. You had known, while you were healing, that they had always cared for you and that never meant to put so much pressure on you, unknowing of your nightmares and struggles after being Under the Mountain.

When you were settled back onto your feet, you turned to face Rhysand. The tension between the two of you was still high and you fought back all the urge to just run away from this confrontation between the two of you. You gave him a small smile before focusing your attention on Feyre who stepped up, reaching out to hold your hands.

“I am truly sorry…” she whispered, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours.

You understood why Rhysand fell in love with Feyre. You had heard of the great deeds she had done for Night Court, for Prythian… she was something you could never have been next to Rhysand. The true High Lady of Night Court.

And somehow, you were okay with it.

Shaking your head, you looked at the High Lady, “…You were just following the feeling of the mating bond. Like I said that night, I cannot fault you for choosing your mate. I cannot fault you for following the tug… I — I would like to extend my congratulations —-”

Feyre shook her head, brows knitting at your words, “Do not, please. I will not accept that not when I have unknowingly broken you along with the rest of your family. ”

You looked at her, nodding your head as you felt her step back and the familiar scent and presence of your former husband taking her place. You lifted your eyes to look into violet ones — ones that sparkled with regret, ones that you were in love with for so long.

Even if it was two decades that passed, you felt like you were still in sync with him, knowing what he wanted. Turning onto your heels, you made your way to one of the furthest balconies, Rhysand following your steps. The large window doors closed behind you, leaving both of you in a pocket of privacy away from prying ears. You could see, from the corner of your eye, the Captain making his way closer to the doors and all you could do was hold a hand up — signaling that you were fine and safe.

Turning back around, you focused on Rhysand who’s eyes were solely on you. Stepping past him, you made your way to the railing, pressing your hands on the warm marble, as you basked in the summer sun.

“(Y/N)…” Rhysand whispered one that was so quiet that the wind barely was able to carry it to your sensitive ears.

“I… I cannot forgive you, Rhysand…” you declared, eyes still closed as you let the warmth of your new home wash over you, to comfort you as you confront your past, “I cannot and do not fault you for choosing her. I can see why you had fallen for her — she’s beautiful, both inside and out. But I cannot forgive you for it. You had broken me so much, that there were many times during my healing that I wondered why I wasn’t enough for you to choose me. Wondering what I have done to make you choose someone else other than your wife who stood next to you for centuries.”

You could hear the shaky breath that Rhysand exhaled as you felt him stand next to you on the balcony.

You couldn’t look at him, every fiber in your body shaking to break again if you looked at him. You needed to be strong — for yourself and for the people around you who worried immensely for your health.

“I know… I know you would never forgive me, (Y/N). I have accepted that truth… I just wish things ended differently, you know? I wanted to let you know, that there was not a moment in our centuries together as husband and wife that I wished you were my mate… that there was not a moment that I did not love you…”

A broken laugh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes and looked up at him once more, seeing those unshed tears in violet hues.

“… And there was not a time where I wished you were my mate… But it seems that Mother had a different path for both of us. One that led us away from each other.”

You reached up, with shaky hands, and attempted to touch him; however, your body paused, and with furrowed brows, you dropped your hand back onto your side. You could see Rhysand’s body slouched slightly as if missing your touch. A forced smile tugged onto your lips as you stepped back, creating a significant distance between the two of you, “… I hope you enjoy the ceremony, Rhysand…”

He knew when he was dismissed and he smiled at you before stepping out of the balcony. You watched with longing and pain as he and the Inner Court stepped out of your room.

“… Probably it wasn’t such a good idea to have the two of you alone together…” The Captain commented, stepping onto the balcony, worry in his tone.

“I’m fine… just give me a moment…” you whispered, pressing a hand against your chest, to calm down your heart. You slouched against the railing for a few minutes, feeling the bond in your chest to help your racing heart.

“…Do you need me—-”

“No… I don’t need Tarquin or Thesan right now. They’re in their own state of panic already…”

The Captain let out a chuckle, “That is true… They have set their mind to ensure that this ceremony would be perfect…”

After calming your heart, you straightened up and gave the Captain a light smirk, “…Busybodies the lot of them…” You stepped back into your room, allowing yourself to fix yourself up before the ceremony, the Captain following your trail.

You stood on the dias of the throne room, Tarquin by your side as the priestess started the ceremony. Your gown was a lovely mixture of blue, much like the oceans that crashed below the castle. The priestess’ words had gone deaf in your ears as all you could do was stare up at the High Lord of Summer, love and affection in your features as well as through the bond.

When the priestess had asked for the two of you to exchange vows, Tarquin looked at you with the same look as you did to him, a soft smile on his features.

“Never in my life, I would have thought to find my mate. I had thought that I would rule my Court without a High Lady by my side. But that fateful day I had whisked you away from Thesan and Dawn Court, all I had wished was for you to be mine.

“My stardust…” the nickname always made your heart skip in your chest, “I had fallen in love with you… despite your broken soul and heart. I was honored that you had trusted me enough to help mend your soul from the nightmares that haunted you, and that still haunt you till this day. But I couldn’t let you know of my affections, not when you had set yourself into healing. So I waited, waited for years and when that mating bond snapped, I knew I couldn’t hold out for much longer. I needed you in my arms, I needed to have your eyes set on me — rather than looking into your past. And when you had your relapse… I had to let you know. I had to let you know that you have someone, your mate, to be with you every step of your healing process.”

You felt tears trickle down your cheeks as Tarquin wiped them away, “You deserve this bond after everything that you have been through… the Mother has gifted you this bond. And I am honored to be at the end of that string.”

A sob escaped your lips and you couldn’t even find the words for your own vows. All you could mutter to him as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Thank you… I love you, I thank you, and I am also honored and blessed by the Cauldron to have you as my mate. Thank you for mending my heart. I am glad to give it to you, and not worry about it breaking…”

You watched through a tearful gaze, Tarquin giving you a radiant smile before leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, “And I would never break it… not your heart that is precious like gemstones…”

You laughed as applause reached your ears, leaning up once more to kiss your mate.

Your heart was safe — mended together once more — and you knew it would never break again.

Tagging list: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @abysshaven @prythianpages @leahoneil @rachelnicolee

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp? Part 5. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: I am a little shit for this tbh. But shush.

Warnings: FIRST ACTUAL SIGN OF FLIRTING. 

Tagging: @missdictatorme @songforhema

Read the rest and don't be scared bcs of my crazy ass:  Part One  Part Two  Part three  Part four

Series master list if you love to read series in order like me :) (I got u, boo):  H E R E

You had coma while you slept. Not like an actual coma - but you were totally dead when you fell asleep at half-past one a.m. You were done for - three and a half hours past your bedtime, charmed by some mysterious man and worried the hell out for that poor boy who snored all over the place.

Thank God May was woken up and that she had lived nearer to the office than you do. Because you could wake up later than you usually did. The traffic wasn't so bad in this part of Queens either.

"Pancakes are on the table, sleepyhead. Now wake the hell up." - She giggled when you just hummed into your pillow, refusing to wake the fuck up. You fell asleep at one a.m. for god's sake. This was some torturing and you were sure of it.

"I think I need to take a day off. I'm dead. I'm more dead than Peter was yesterday." - You mumbled into the pillow, smelling the delicious pancakes.

"I'm feeling ok now, Y/N." - A young voice rang through the living room. You felt dizzy, yet you take your head off the small pillow you've slept on. Peter, who's body most likely had the last hurrah before death yesterday, was sitting at the table, grinning at you widely. - "You're the dead elephant in the room right now."

He had his sweater on, his hair was super messy and he looked tired as hell. But he was alive per se.

"I will recall what I just thought in my head before a second." - You sat, yawned out loud like a lion on savanna at the midday and turned your head to him. You looked tired but really, really happy. That made him look happy as well. - "Because you're having your last hurray before your death. Guess the joke's on you, zombie-kiddo."

Peter knew you were just messing with him. You two did it all the time - friendly beefs and arguments about everything - the most of them happened after you've seen the last sci-fi movie in local cinema (you were his adult company to the movies he and his super best pal couldn't go alone to and you knew that even if Pete will grow up or find a gf, this will be a part of your life that's not going to change.)

"I'm mentally more mature than you are. At least I know how to get my crush better without panicking and talking to a fifteen-year-old boy. I know better than you." - Pete was teasing the hell out of you. - "Anyway, how did it even go?" - He wiggled his eyebrows at you, eating the pancake slowly.

"Well if you didn't come practically walking dead into our office yesterday, I would tell you... That we moved from strangers to friends with Steve." - You served yourself a pancake with some syrup on it. You sometimes slept over at their place, May always being the chef. And her pancakes? Dear lord. That was the best fucking thing ever. Period.

"He texted her six of those worried messages when she forgot her phone at the office." - May abrupted the conversation without taking her eyes off her newspaper. - “I think we all can consider that as something.” - She laughed a bit when you hissed in her direction. 

“Choose your side here May!” - You laughed and heard your phone vibrating at the small table in front of the TV, plugged into the charger as you left it before you fell asleep. You smiled and saw Peter grinning at you under the palm that covered his mouth. 

--- 

You couldn't even believe how fast can a month go around. You didn't even notice - you worked from nine to five at the charity, enjoying your time with your girl, sometimes you even hang out. Not too often tho, because you loved when you just curled in your favorite PJs, watching a movie and letting Steve make you laugh. (Don't worry, Steve’s unintentional dumbness made Sam laugh a lot as well.)

You two were basically internet besties. Steve read almost everything that happened you during the day (he found your life so calm and nice, he almost got jealous at you) and he even shared some details from his day-to-day life with you as well. He was usually surrounded by his friends - some name called Sam, one named Bucky and a woman whose name was apparently Natasha. They seemed to be an extra funny squad from what Steve had told you. 

Peter got really better after he almost stressed you out at the hospital. The fevers didn't come back, he didn't vomit since then and that biting on his wrist disappeared as well. He survived that and you were nothing but happy for him.

You even bought a hella good and hella cheap costumes for your performance at that Stark Charity Evening. You had a long meeting about what choreography you will actually do, but then Kat, the biggest sex bomb at your office stood up. 

“I think we should do Candyman choreography. It's thematic and it's sexy. And we are sexy, isn't that right, Val?” - She encouraged you. She was a feminist and May was too energetic and too much of a leader, she liked that idea immediately. 

“Ladies, that's it. We can be sexy but not slutty female officers. I like it. Yeah. We can get some costumes like a uniform tux and a pencil skirt...” - May tried to get you a vision of her idea. You honestly thought it is a bit stupid - Christina was super slutty in that clip. May was not really that type of a gal - but she would be up for it if is PG-13. 

“But you know, we can show some skin off.”- Deena took off where May started, looking at everyone. - “Jesus May, I didn't say we will make it a lesbian show-off strip tease even tho I know that Val would've loved it.” - She winked at Valerie and she just laughed. - “I mean, we can have those shirts tied around our back and some short under the uniforms. Like that girl who is showing her biceps off and is like a mechanic? Abby knows what I'm talking about, she has that posted in front of her for two years now.” 

“So...” - Suzie looked at everyone. - “We will start off as officers but then we will strip the formality off and show the men that we can take care of ourselves.” - She continued. Kat just seemed to be proud of that idea. And to be honest, when it would be like that, you were up for some Candyman as well. - “It will be a nice nod to the marinas and if we will have a good choreography, we can raise more money. Especially from the men. And that is our goal.”

“Okay girls. We have ourselves a plan. Now the choreography is in your hands and costumes are the things that I will take care of.” - You smiled shyly. You were off to a good start.

But you know, everything has to stop eventually. 

Steve: I will be off the country for the next fourteen days and maybe more because of my work. I'm really, really sorry. 

That hit you completely unprepared. You almost forgot about that thing with Steve’s job... Everything was just too dreamy to think about that mans job.  You bit your bottom lip, looking around. You felt like everyone in the office could feel your mood shift even if nobody paid you any attention. But you tried to play it off as a joke - you were friends after all. 

Y/N: As long as you will send me a postcard and you'll miss me out there, I think I'll make it somehow. 

You put your phone on your desk and looked at the computer with a blank stare. You knew him an only month and a half - you didn't know where he lives, what does he look like or how does his voice sound like, but that man just had some magic in his texts.

You wished that you were joking when you said it yourself, but he really had some magic in him. Two weeks without him? You will miss him badly. A month? You will go crazy in no time. 

Steve: That can be arranged. :)

A gentleman at all costs, you smiled and closed your eyes for a while. Maybe it was good that you will take a short break from each other. You will be more looking forward to his kind words. Even more, you did now. Which sound impossible, but it may be right. 

Y/N: Which one of the things we are talking about? I don't want to make any high hopes, handsome. 

You joked and looked back at the stuff you were working on. It looked good - it was a document about the usage of food and the clothes you gathered from the locals. There was one big pre-fall evening where you will be giving the thing to the homeless people and you needed to document how many things you had actually. You were almost done so a little dispersion from Steve was not a bad thing.

Steve: I thought we are talking about both of the things you wrote to me. Especially about the second one. 

Everything in you froze for a sec. Did he really... Did he really just flirted with you? And was it you or it was the most fascinating and smooth thing someone ever did around you? You half-hissed and half-laughed at that, suddenly being happy as hell. Wow. 

Y/N: So you would miss me?

No need to be overreacting. Maybe he is just messing with you - yeah. This man here sometimes got you good, once or twice, but it didn't happen too often. Which was kind of a bummer? He was so funny at times.

Steve: Do you even need to ask about that? Of course, I will. 

And that was it. You felt like screaming and jumping so high you will touch the clouds. Steve Rogers, the man who made you laugh with his shyness and cuteness had definitely told you that he will miss you. It almost felt like a first I love you. But you didn't want to get too over yourself. 

“I know that victory dance you're performing now.” - Suzie, the elegant tall blonde suddenly appeared at your desk with other papers with you. - “This man is actually doing a thing to you, do you know that? It's lovely to see.” - She said quietly as she let you off. 

The squad you belonged in had almost the most stereotypical friends in it - May definitely was the Mom one, there was no point in denying that. Deena was a girl full of energy and love for life, the paries felt wilder with her in it. She was the energetic one, still listening to Wannabe by The Spice Girls or Fancy by Iggy Azalea. Suzie felt like the quiet one, but she was just reserved and well mannered - she was somehow related to some fancy monarchy people or what. And you were the wallflower - everyone told you things and you just kept them a secret. Also, you were the hanging out friend. Things were much more enjoyable and funnier with you around.

So yeah. That was typical Suzie. She noticed, told you - but she was really formal and reserved, just giving you a shy smile. If Deena found you in this state, she would remind you every three to five seconds about your dreamy face. You should be grateful to Suzie for waking you up to this gently.

Y/N: I will miss you too. 

And it was out. Just like that, you admitted you will miss him. And you thought like everything just started with small, five- worded sentence.

---

Steve looked at his phone with a frown, watching your conversation for a little while. You weren't exactly making it easier for him to leave America and go to Russia. Most likely a whole month without you. He inhaled deeply. 

Both of you got used to each other's virtual presence so much it felt like the day will not be complete without the other one in it. Was it the feeling Clint told him about? The one when he had to leave Laura and his kids? It must've been something fairly similar, but on a smaller scale.

And you will miss him as well. Damn it, weren't you a sweetheart?

“Are we ready to take off today or should we call it off?” - Natasha called at him from inside of the Quinjet, looking like a walking hair product commercial. She was truly beautiful, but not for Steve, he had someone else on his mind. She was beautiful for Sam tho and he didn't hesitate to tell her, but she always rolled her eyes and told him to bugger off.

“Let him be, he has to say goodbye to his online girlfriend.” - Sam answered Natasha in a cocky voice, patting Steve’s back. At that point, Sam declared you like Steve’s girl at every actual chance he got his hands on. 

Bucky was more calmed and down to earth about that. He knew you make Steve smile and that you charmed him with your points and kindness. But there was a lot of more far ahead of you two - to meet up, try if your chemistry actually works in person and so on. But that didn't make him stop from making dumb jokes about you two from time to time. But he was not as persistent as Sam. 

“Shut up birdbrain.” - Bucky hushed him as he prepared his things inside the Quinjet next to Nat. - “You are just jealous because no girl has an actual interest in you. That is a point.” 

“I wonder why I wonder how...” - Natasha sang quietly and made Bucky chuckle. 

“It is a real mystery. We should call Scooby-Doo. Aren’t you fellas? You know, you're both animals and...” - Bucky shrugged his shoulders and just continued in teaming up with Natasha against Sam. They were a strong team, quite an enforcement commando used against Sam. Also, Bucky was a sucker for Scooby-Doo. He loved Velma especially.

“The girl from the bistro would tell you different, old man.” - Sam sat next to them, watching Steve with a slight smile. He was proud of him. He didn't fuck up and it was almost two months since this WhatsApp thing started. 

“She smiled at you and laughed at your jokes because she knew you will give her a bigger tip.” - Nat zipped Sam off before he could even start about that Tessa girl from the place they had lunch in. - “Because no one would laugh at your jokes willingly.” 

Bucky gave her a high five. - “Shots fired.” 

Steve: I'll call you when I'm back. And that's a promise. 

Steve: I really need to go, my friends are getting impatient and they are behaving like literal children. I need to take care of them. Be safe, Y/N. Okay?

He wrote quickly and followed his friends, knowing that he will hear your voice when he gets back. And that was a thing worth of speeding the mission up. Or at least doing everything it takes for that.

[the--sad--hatter]

Songbird (One-Shot)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X FEMALE READER

WARNINGS - NONE

DESCRIPTION -  Requested by anon

Request - for one shots : Bucky goes on an undercover mission with reader to a private luxurious club where they both have a role to play, Bucky is a customer and Reader the singer who’s supposed to entertain the members of the club.. Bucky is in awe in front of reader’s performance.

A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard is the song used

                                                       Songbird

“Wanda and Nat, you’re serving the customers.”

Natasha and Wanda looked displeased but resigned.

“Banner, we’ve got you behind the bar.”

Bruce looked slightly terrified but nodded.

“Sam you and I are working security”

Sam nodded to Steve.

“Tony, Clint, you’re outside on the roof across from the club.”

Tony looked put out that he didn’t get to be in the club but Clint looked pleased.

“Buck, you’re on the floor as a customer. So be nice to Wanda and Nat.”

“I hope you’re a good tipper Barnes.” Natasha smirked.

“What about her?” Bucky asked, nodding towards you.

You were supposed to be sat at the table, paying attention to the briefing but had rolled your chair out of the room and were currently talking to the secretary as the team all turned around and looked at you through the glass wall.

“Little Miss Short Attention Span over there will be unleashing her secret talent, her superpower if you will.” Tony said with a smirk.

Friday had dug into your background the second you had joined the team and Tony had been sitting on the video he had unearthed for some time now, waiting for the right moment to use it. As soon as he had heard about this mission he had had shown it to Steve gleefully.

Steve looked slightly guilty and apologetic as Sam sighed and got up, grabbing the back of your chair and rolling you back into the room.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” You asked cheerfully.

“Nothing important, the best vacation spots, the latest Kardashian controversy, and the important mission tonight, whether or not Lily in diagnostics will finally tell Susie in Filing how she feels about her....” Clint quipped.

“Ah, Sily. My OTP.” You sighed dreamily while everyone rolled their eyes at you and waited for you to catch on.

“Wait, the mission! What have we got?” You finally asked.

“Uh well, you have an important roll. You’ll be taking centre stage on this one.” Steve told you while Tony rubbed his hand together evilly.

“Sounds good.” You said, unaware of just how very not good it was.

Four hours later your infamous short attention span had dissipated and all your energy was being focused on the many ways you were going to torture Stark before you gave him the sweet release of death.

You were incensed and mortified that he had found out about this chapter of your history.

Once upon a time you had led a very different life. Your uncle had owned an upscale club in Chicago, one that happened to be a front for his real business. You had been born into a rather well known crime family and for the first eighteen years of your life it was all you had known, until you turned on them and spent three years playing a double agent for the FBI and CIA, helping take them down from within. When the operation ended when you were twenty-one and most of your family were behind bars, Shield had snapped you up.

All of that was fairly common knowledge to The Avengers, what was less known was how you had gotten unfiltered access to the club. Since you were sixteen, your uncle had been making you sing for the patrons of the club.

It was why you had been given the moniker ‘Shrike’ by Fury. Named for the butcher birds that sang to lure in their prey and you hated it. You hated being reminded of your past, of how you had betrayed your family.

“Agent Shrike, are you in place?” Steve’s voice asked in your ear.

You smiled and gave a thumbs up into the mirror and adjusted the pinhole camera attached to your deep black floor length sequinned dress. You couldn’t risk verbally responding, if this club was anything like the one you had spent your youth in then there were camera’s everywhere.

“Ok, you know what to do.” Steve told you.

You did indeed, this was old hat to you. Swinging your hips seductively as you exited the dressing room assigned to you and slipped out of the back door, you smiled at the two large security officers stationed there.

“Either of you gents got a light?” You purred at them.

The one on the right smirked and flicked a lighter he pulled out of his pocket, his eyes fixed on the large slit running up the right side of your dress. You leaned over and lit your cigarette, letting him get an eyeful of your cleavage.

You inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke as you turned to look the other guard up and down. He was less taken in by your charms and maintained a professional demeanour. No matter, the smoke curling of the end of your cigarette would end up in his lungs regardless and in around 20 minutes, the toxin would begin it’s work.

The anti-dote was in the breath freshener you spritzed into your mouth when you were done. Sam and Steve were at the front door and now the back door would be clear when the mission was underway but your part wasn’t over.

Slipping back inside you got ‘lost’ on your way back to your dressing room as you looked around, making sure the hidden camera on your dress picked up everything you saw.

Out on the floor, Bucky was sat in the VIP section, two tables away from the boss of the club. He kept a close eye on Nat and Wanda as they smiled and served drinks to the customers. Thankfully nobody was getting too handsy or flirty with them yet. Banner looked a little nervous but thankfully, in a place like this very few people went to the bar when they could have a beautiful woman take their order for them.

The lights dimmed suddenly and Bucky was on high alert until he realised it was just the start of your performance.

“Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome a special guest we have with us tonight, for the first time... Samantha Barton.”

Bucky snorted at the fake name you were using but the laughter died in his throat as a golden spotlight revealed you on the stage.

The sequins on your gown shimmered under the light, creating a kaleidoscope of colours that danced across the stage and it was utterly breathtaking. Not nearly as breathtaking as you yourself were and Bucky sat forward in his chair without thinking about it as his eyes hungrily drank you in, his eyes roaming across every inch of you, lingering on the exposed slit of the dress and the hint of suspenders it offered a peek of.

As sinful and delicious as you looked, the things it did to him were nothing compared to the way the sound of your voice made him feel. Your lips parted as you crooned the opening lines and his head went fuzzy as your voice enthralled him.

“A little wicked

That's what he calls me

'Cause that's what I am

That's what I am”

Coherent thoughts were gone as he listened to you sing, your rapturous voice entrapping him where he sat.

“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

Beware the patient woman, 'cause this much I know

No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

One of these days a comin', I'm gonna to take that boy's crown

There's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down

To that King I will bow, at least for now

One of these days a comin', I'm gonna to take that boy's crown”

The beat of the song kicked up a notch and you stalked off the stage, your body swaying to the beat. No, you weren’t moving with the beat, the beat was moving with you.

“'Cause I am, I am

A Little Wicked

I am, yes, I am

Hands red, hands red

Just like you said

I am, A Little Wicked”

You moved through the audience, flowing through them like water. You hands danced across shoulders as you teasingly touched the adoring patrons who were gazing at you with wonder struck expressions.

“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

I'll be high up in that tower, he'll be down there getting stoned

Beware the patient woman, 'cause this much I know

No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne”

You approached the Club Owner, paying him special attention. It didn’t raise any suspicion as you walked around him, circling him like you were sizing him up. He practically glowed under your attention, his eyes glued to you. You ran your fingers through the owners hair, tugging at it and he was so enchanted and filled with desire he didn’t feel you simultaneously slip your hand into his pocket and steal the key to his office.

“A Little Wicked

I am, I am

Hands red, hands red

Just like you said

I am, A Little Wicked”

You were right in front of Bucky now and his heart raced in his chest as your eyes locked on his. His blood was heating up in his veins and despite how dumbstruck he was, when you draped yourself across his lap, his arms automatically encircled you.

“As I lay me down to sleep,

I will not scream, I will not weep

If he should die, before he wakes

I pray the Lord, his soul to take

'Cause I am, I am

A Little Wicked

I am, yes, I am”

You ran your hand up his chest, slipping beneath the suit jacket and you could feel the heat of his skin through the thin materiel of his shirt and leaned in, your lips close to his for a split second before you pushed off of him and sauntered back towards the stage.

“Hands red, hands red

Just like you said

I am, I am

A Little Wicked”

Bucky’s hands clenched around the armrests of the chair as you left his lap, leaving his body cold. For the briefest of seconds, he thought you were going to kiss him but then you were gone and he remembered that this was a mission, not a real seduction. A heavy weight in his shirt pocket brought him crashing back down to earth and he realized you had slipped the key into his pocket.

You stood back under the spotlight on the stage and the lights dimmed on you, leaving nothing more than a shadowy figure on the stage as your spellbinding voice crooned out the last lines.

“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne”

Applause rang out for the club but Bucky was too busy trying to control his body’s reaction to you to join in.

“You’re up Barnes.” Clint said in his ear and Bucky stiffly stood up, subtly adjusting his pants as he walked away.

You splashed cool water on the back of your neck in the bathroom attached to your dressing room and tried to calm yourself but it was a useless endeavor. It wasn’t having to sing or the reminders of your past that had you so riled up, it was the proximity to Bucky that had you spiraling.

You hadn’t known that man long nor did you know him well but from the moment you had met him you had been attracted to the dark, brooding soldier. Whenever you were in the same room, rather than try to crack his terrifyingly cold demeanor towards you, you would usually ignore him in favor of absolutely anything else.

Office gossip, funny shaped clouds outside the window, TV shows you had no interest in... anything but Bucky. All so you didn’t do something stupid, like throw yourself onto his lap.

Well, that ship had just sailed.

You took a deep breath and exited the dressing room. The guards at the backdoor were unconscious, you had already checked on them and you were supposed to leave now that your part was done but you couldn’t resist the urge to check on Bucky.

It was a good thing you had because he was about three seconds away from being caught in the boss’s office. The Club booker had his hand on the door handle and was swinging the door open when you all but threw yourself at the man before he could look into the room.

“Well then, do I get a repeat performance hmm?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes as you ran your hand up his tie, subtly turning him so his back was to the office.

As the man chuckled you could see Bucky over his shoulder, stood at the desk and tucking papers into his coat. Bucky nodded to you in gratitude as he walked up behind the man.

“Well sweetheart, the boss seems to like you.” The booker told you and you leaned on the wall beside the office door, pushing your chest out so his eyes were on you and not Bucky who was right behind him.

“What about you, do you like me?” You asked as Bucky slipped away unseen.

“Oh I le ya sweet thing. Why don’t you come back to my office and I’ll show you how much I like ya.” The booker offered.

“Why don’t you call me?” You laughed, backing away quickly and rushing down the corridor.

“Tease.” You heard the man snap as you rounded the corner and barrelled into Bucky who quickly put his arm around you to keep you upright.

“Barnes, you’re supposed to be gone.” You hissed.

“So are you doll, how could I leave you alone after you stuck around to save my sorry ass?” He said, smirking at you.

“Well... we should go. I need to get this dress off.” You rambled and Bucky’s eyes went dark.

“Yes, we should.” He agreed as his eyes roamed over said dress.

Your breath was laboured as he held out his hand to you.

“What do you say doll, should we go and get you out of that dress?” He asked.

You didn’t say a word, just took his hand and let him lead you out of the back door, stepping over the unconscious guards.

By the time the Club owner realized he’d been had, it was too late, The Songbird and The Soldier had already slipped away into the night.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

To the anon who requested this, I hope you like the song I went with and that this request was something like what you had in mind. Thanks so much for requesting it. 

Also

I could easily be convinced to do a smutty part 2 to this if you guys want it?

@buckitybarnes @littledeadrottinghood@pinkisokay@jsmith509 @brownlee-22 @angieptt @fairislesheets

[raspberrysunshinebby]

Two Choices

(I’m gonna change the name I promise. Please send suggestions.)

Chapter 5

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally died they could be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: Slight smut, angst, azriel is literally toxic/manipulative and i was going to say kind of abusive but he literally is lol. 

For context on the characters in this chapter read the Character Information on the masterlist.

Word Count:822 

Cardan’s POV

The letters I’ve gotten from my older brother did nothing but piss me off. Silas sent me letters to explain what had happened between my sister and Eris, that idiot had allowed her to go and be with a mate she didn’t want.

Then the letter she’d sent to Eris didn’t feel right. Silas took the letter from Eris and sent it to me.

In the letter she’d explained how she found solstice in Azriel and decided to stay in the Night Court. Then she wrote to not have anyone from the Autumn Court contact her.

It was her handwriting, it was how she wrote but it wasn't her. I’d known her better than any of our brothers, she wouldn’t leave the Autumn Court like that as she loved it here. She’d mentioned when she had a Night Court suitor at twenty-nine that she thought the colors were boring and made her look dead.

I knew the second I read it that it wasn’t her, but Eris was too busy sulking when I had Silas tell him. The idiot of a man really believes she’d leave him like that. After I received the letter I sent my sister one of my own, which I never got a response from. Eris told Silas to leave her alone like she’d asked in the letter but none of it felt right. I refused to believe my sister would do that.

Now I sat in the war room with my soon to be father in law discussing this issue with him.

“So you truly believe something else has been going on?” General Everest asked me, I nodded to him.

“You have to understand that I know my sister well, I fully believe that they are possibly forcing her to stay there. Nothing about that letter seems right.” 

“I hope they’re not,” General Everest started, “If the Night Court is truly keeping her there a war could break out. For their sake I hope your belief is wrong.”

“I do too.” I responded before hearing the footsteps of my fiance Valerie.

“Did they kidnap her or something?” Valerie said as she walked in.

“They didn’t kidnap her but I believe they aren’t letting her leave.” I told her, moving over on the couch I sat down on to give Valerie a seat.

“Do you really think she’d let them do that? She got mad at Eris once for not letting her join in on your guy’s training.” Valerie said.

“Mates can make you weak my daughter,” General Everest said, “whether you want it to or not.”

“He's not wrong,” I agreed with my soon to be father in law, “your mate can change you for good or bad.”

Valerie took a deep breath and crossed her arms, “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll be heading to the Night Court in three days' time, I’m hoping the High Lord accepts the meeting but I’m going even if he says no,” I started, “My sister is still both mine and my brother's ward. We have every right to go and retrieve her.”

“That's if she didn’t accept the bond.” General Everest said, sipping his wine.

Valerie snickered, “Your sister never did like the brute type.”

As I entered the walls of the Forest House one of the servants immediately knew to take me to Eris, probably already hearing of the issue at hand. 

When I walked in I saw Eris asleep at his desk with wine by him, it was mid-day. I walked up to the man to shake him awake. Eris’ eyes snapped opened as he woke up, clearly in a daze. He looked up to see my face.

“Long time no see, Cardan.” He said tiredly. You could tell he wasn’t hung over, just tired.

I got straight to the point, “I don't think (Y/N) wrote that letter.” Eris ran his hand through his hair, “Why do you think that?” He sounded a little annoyed, I was sure he wanted to forget my sister.

“She wouldn’t leave like this, if she left at all. Even without you she loves the Autumn Court and she loves her brothers, why would she ask us to not contact her.” I said, “I think they’re forcing her to stay there.”

Eris’ stared at his desk, “And what if they’re not. Then your just going against her wishes.”

“As long as she hasn’t accepted the bond it doesn’t matter,” I started, “Under the law your great grandfather made she is a ward of me and my brother. Due to her being my ward I have every right to see her considering she is still a citizen of the Autumn Court.”

He didn’t look up, “Do whatever the fuck you want. I dont care.”

Giving him a nod, I walked out of the room ready to wait the three days to see my sister, whether Rhysand allowed it or not.

[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”