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An Education in Malice — Part Two

Pairing: Vanserra!Reader x Azriel

Summary: With the sharp tongue of your notorious family, you are Azriel's most tantalizing challenge yet. It only takes one small meeting before you both realize that the line between hate and desire is dangerously thin.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT /sexual content (not reader and az this time tho), swearing, eris having a soft spot for his sister, some low-blow comments and jokes about experienced trauma, mentions of sex, slut shaming if you squint

Word Count: 5.9k

← Part One

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹

It was night by time Eris returned home.

The room was capped in a comfortable silence, only the crackling of the fire next to you and the soft breaths of the two hounds that surrounded you— Laney at your feet, Flint lying on the floor nearby. The couch was soft below you as you lay comfortably on it, fingers absentmindedly tracing the paper edges of the book in your hands. Despite the peace of the room, something not often found in Forest House, your mind sat heavy with racing thoughts.

Every single one seemed to drift back to Azriel.

You had already bathed, had already spent time delicately rubbing your skin raw of any scent, of any traces that might connect you back to your earlier decisions. It was a blessing, truly, that Eris had spent the day with his own affairs. You made a note to thank The Mother for the grace given to you— if you had returned home to your brother in the state that you had been, there was no doubt in your mind he would have made a decision even more rash than yours.

But it didn’t seem to help. You weren’t able to wash it off as well as you’d hoped. There was something that still lingered, something ingrained into you, into your bloodstream itself. You weren't a stranger to questionable decisions— but this, this was perhaps your worst to date.

Because there was something deep in you that now felt powerful.

Azriel was driven by duty— by a devotion to his little family that made you angry, a devotion that left him blind and prone to defensiveness. The thought that he would have to return home, to face his family knowing he’d broken some boundary, some sense of trust…. It warmed you in a way that the fire next to you never could.

A small creek echoed and from below you, Flint perked up, head lifting in alertness, ears perched and engaged. A moment later, Eris emerged, his eyes meeting yours instantly as he offered you a small, tired smile. He took in the scene before him as you closed the book in your lap.

“Eventful day?”

He let out a small sigh, perching himself on the edge of the couch opposite you. Flint laid on the floor still, watching him closely as his tail thumped lightly against the ground in greeting. "I suppose.”

There was a pause as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. "And the Shadowsinger?"

You glanced down at the book in your hands, fingers running along the edges of the pages before responding with a casual shrug. "Uneventful,” you replied, “He gave no updates.”

Eris only let out a breath in response, a single eyebrow raised momentarily.

"He’s very…reactive for a Spymaster," you added, a wry smile now playing at the corners of your lips. “You would think they’d be more collected.”

"They’re all reactive," Eris chuckled softly, his mouth turning up in a smile that mirrored your own. His gaze flickered towards the hound at your feet, and you followed his line of sight, reaching down to scratch her head gently.

"Almost more reactive than sweet Laney over here," you teased, earning a soft huff of agreement from her wet nose as she leaned into your touch.

Laney was one of the only female hounds your family owned, a true vision of regal elegance. Eris had trained her specifically for you, a hound just as stubborn and reactive as yourself— and loyal to a fault, as he had told you.

Eris chuckled once more, a sound more gentle and quiet than his normal tone. When you turned to look at him, you were met with a face lost in contemplation, eyes glazed over as his gaze remained fixed on Laney. You frowned, feeling your brows furrow as you took him in, taking notice of the dark circles below his amber eyes.

“Go rest,” you said quietly, giving him a smile as his gaze snapped to yours.

Eris gave you a small nod as he rose from his perch on the couch. Flint followed the motion instantly rising up from the floor to stand at his side. Your brother crossed the room to where you sat, taking large strides to the hallway behind you. There was a playful gleam in his eyes as he passed you, his hand reaching out to tousle your hair affectionately.

"Goodnight, sister," he said softly, hand lingering on your head for a moment before he continued walking.

He made it a few more steps before you called out to him.

"Eris," you began, turning your body to place your hands on the couch and rest your chin upon them. "I want to come to more meetings."

He turned to face you, brows furrowing in mild confusion. "Why?"

"I want to be informed.”

His eyes scanned your face. "I tell you everything I know.”

You let out a sigh, casting a quick glance toward the cracking fire. Then you looked at your brother with a small frown. “I want to be more than just a recipient of passing messages."

It was true. Although you did all the favors Eris asked of you, which extended to taking his place in meetings, he tended to avoid involving you unless it was necessary. You knew that it came from a place of protection, a sense of comfort knowing that he could perhaps save you from hurt so long as you never came near it. But you felt useless, and you wanted to do more. Collecting intel from your father’s acquaintances and listening for news was the most you’d been able to do. You didn’t want to admit that you’d been offered the taste of a newer freedom today— and you suddenly had a craving you weren’t able to smother.

The next words that came from your mouth weren’t needed. It was wrong to guilt Eris, to take advantage of the soft spot he held for you and your power. But you did it anyway.

"I am more than just a pretty face,” you told him, “Prove to them that not all of Autumn believes females to be weak."

He hesitated for a moment, lips twitching in thought.

"Okay," he conceded, "But not too often. We still need to avoid suspicion."

You gave him a smile. "Thank you," you said softly.

Your brother stared at you for a moment, his hand absentmindedly rubbing at the hound that stood next to him.

"Thank you for taking my place today," He finally said, his tone sincere. "I know that meeting must not have been entertaining, with the brute and all."

A flicker of guilt sparked in your stomach, but you shrugged it away. Quickly, it was replaced with a sense of pride. What Eris didn’t know surely wouldn’t hurt him, and despite how questionable your decisions may have been, they weren’t dangerous— and certainly wouldn’t be repeated again. You gave him a grin.

"I know how to tame beasts."

As if on cue, Laney perked up from her position at your feet, her extended neck looking over to where Eris stood behind the couch. He let out a chuckle.

"Indeed you do.” You offered you the small, almost sad, smile once more. “Goodnight.”

With a nod of acknowledgment, you watched as he exited the room, the soft sound of Flint’s paws padding after him.

You waited until it was quiet again, until the a distant creak of Eris's door closing reached your ears, before you turned yourself around on the couch. You brought a hand to rest on Laney’s head, leaning in closer as you gently rubbed your thumbs on her coat.

"Well that was fun, huh?" you murmured softly, the words directed more to yourself than to the hound in front of you. Laney nustled further into your touch.

For a moment longer, you lingered in the quiet of the room, the weight of your thoughts mingling with the gentle warmth of the fire.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹

Azriel was going batshit crazy— this he knew for certain.

He was a sick male. A male now plagued with a disease he worried had no cure. He was on the brink of a certain madness that was driven by you, and you alone.

A part of him wondered if your sudden involvement had anything to do with your latest encounter with him. But it made no sense— you were at every meeting with Cassian, causing him to come home grumbling about how he was forced to deal with not one, but two pretentious cunts. Yet, it was only ever Eris when Azriel was free to receive updates.

You had always been some sort of mystery— a fact that used to drive Azriel crazy. He didn’t like unknown factors, didn’t like not knowing his threats properly. You were often shrouded away in the shadows, hidden in the affairs of the Autumn Court. In line with the Vanserra philosophies, as Azriel saw it, you, as a female, truly had no place outside of your court. The times that he did see you were all the same— some snarky comment made from your lips, a sneer at him or anyone from his family, usually Mor.

Yet, you had been there with him three weeks ago. And Azriel hadn’t been able to read you. Not properly anyway, not even when he was inside you, not even as he pushed you to completion.

And he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he enjoyed it.

You were the perfect middle ground. Not exactly an enemy— Azriel would never betray his family so deeply. But you weren’t exactly an ally either, weren’t someone he owed even an ounce of respect to— weren’t a person he needed to keep a face with. And gods did it feel good to think about how he could ruin you— how furious your brothers would be at the idea of him enjoying such intimacies with you. Eris, especially. Azriel couldn’t kill the pretentious fucker, but he could damage him in other ways. Fucking his sister seemed like a good place to start. A wonderful place for him, at least.

Not much scared Azriel. Not much at all. But this, this hunger he felt, the enjoyment he got from experiencing you, it scared him enough to instantly seek out something to distract him.

But there was an itch he wasn’t able to scratch.

And that itch looked like you, smelled like you, sounded like you–

Azriel blinked hard, trying to shake off the haze of his thoughts. His attention snapped back to the present, finding himself gazing down at the blonde kneeling between his legs. Her blue eyes met his as she sucked on him, tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she worked the base of him with a perfectly manicured hand.

She removed her mouth from his tip, hand still pumping the length of him as she looked up at him with wide eyes. A seductive smirk danced on her lips as she bit down on them. "I love sucking your cock,” she whispered huskily, “Does it feel good?"

Azriel stared at her for a moment, eyes still slightly glazed over. He bit the inside of his cheek as he hesitated. Then he nodded.

"Keep going.”

He wrapped his hand in her hair, guiding her movements as he took control, bucking into her mouth with urgency. But every thrust, though pleasurable, felt unsatisfying.

He tried for a few more minutes, tried to readjust himself on her blue velvet couch, tried to lean his head back and close his eyes as he bobbed her head on his cock— nothing worked. The image of three weeks ago was seared into the back of his eyelids, staring back at him every moment he blinked. He was stressed, frustrated, and had a boiling anger that had only continued to build up recently. Nothing seemed to be working for him, not in his duties, not in his life, not even in his sexual activities.

He tried to focus on the sensations coursing through his body, on the pleasure the female before him was offering so freely to him. But every noise she made, every movement she made, only served to remind him that he was too on edge to enjoy it. And fuck, Azriel couldn’t even remember her name. With a frustrated growl, he pulled her off with a pop, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. She frowned as Azriel’s hands left their place on her scalp.

When he wouldn’t reach her eyes with his own, she climbed up on him, her voice a seductive purr as she offered herself to him.

"Use me however you want. Let your frustrations out."

For a moment, Azriel hesitated, his mind torn between desire and something else, something deeper. He could do it— and he could probably enjoy it. So long as she wasn’t facing him, so long as he could pretend it was...you?

With a sudden surge of energy, he pulled himself up, his hands gripping her tightly as he threw her onto the bed. She let out an excited sequel as he moved towards her, positioning her at the edge of the bed for him to slot himself behind her. As he entered her, a low groan escaped his lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body.

Her high-pitched whine echoed in the room, mingling with his grunts of exertion as he pounded into her, his grip on her hips firm— almost bruising. She let out breathy moans in response, her body arching against his as he began to move relentlessly, beginning to buck his hips into her fast and hard.

It was then he felt a cool sensation trailing up his body, disembodied whispers drowning out her words of praise.

She walks along the mortal lands, his shadows whispered, deep in the forest.

The female below him gave another whine.

Alone, Alone, Alone.

Quickly, Azriel pulled out of her, leaving her gasping for air and reaching out for him in confusion. But he was already moving, hastily gathering his clothes and rushing towards the door.

Without a word, he threw some money onto the nearby dresser, barely sparing a glance as he made his way out of the door. She turned herself around to stare at the scattered payment on the counter, a frown marring her features. With a frustrated grumble, she fell back onto the bed.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹

Eris hadn’t told you much.

Beron’s men were thinly spread these days— running in and out of the court, falling into hushed whispers behind your father’s private quarters. Eris’ soldiers told him as much as they could, but with their low numbers, there wasn’t much they could do, not many places they could sneak to without notice.

Eris was still recovering from the loss, from the men he lost to Azriel and Cassian’s slaughter— to Briallyn and her ability to render them mindless attackers. Your brother wasn’t only mourning his forces, but his friends as well. All of them meant something to him, their loyalty, the bond he had formed to gain their trust. But he would never admit it, not to himself, not even to you. There was no time for mourning in the Autumn Court.

So you found yourself along the border to the Mortal Lands now, seeking out any sign of where your father’s men may be hiding out. From what you’d gathered so far, they had some areas of rest in the moral lands, areas that were hidden far enough to where they couldn’t be trailed, but close enough to Koschei if it was needed— and that was your fathers entire plan. He was getting desperate, he was getting paranoid— scared of his future, scared of Eris.

You paused, a prickling sensation crawling up your spine. There was a bristle behind you and you lifted your chin in response, taking a deep breath of the air. Something flickered within you. Without turning around, you spoke into the stillness of the forest.

"Do you always stalk the females you fuck, or am I just special?"

A voice, hard as stone, responded from behind you. "I'm not stalking you."

You turned slowly, your eyes meeting the shadowed figure emerging from the depths of the trees. Azriel stood before you, his expression flat as usual. His shadows spread out from his form, floating around him like a faint black outline.

"Then what do you call following a lady into the woods from afar?"

Azriel’s face remained stoic, save for the slight raise of an eyebrow.

"Show me a lady and then maybe I'll tell you," he said, voice dripping with a sardonic wit that set something inside you alight— something deep in your gut.

You let out a sound of surprise before you were laughing at the snark, lips curving into a smirk. Azriel tensed, his jaw tightening as the sound reached his ears.

"Oh, someone's feeling playful," you remarked with a teasing lilt, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Rhysand give you a longer leash?"

Azriel said nothing in response, his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made you unable to stay still. A moment passed as his eyes continued to bore into yours. And then he spoke, a tone cutting through the air like a finely sharpened blade. “You’ve been avoiding me."

There was a tinge of irritation in his tone that made you want to grin.

So he’d noticed.

It was unintended at first, truly. Things were difficult in Autumn recently, with all the whispered rumors of your father planning something questionable. You found yourself only able to attend the meetings in which Eris met with Cassian and his, now, prized mate.

But in the back of your head, a part of you was amused at the idea that Azriel may begin to overthink— that a part of him would get frustrated that you were just out of reach. You weren’t exactly sure why that reaction would be warranted, but you knew it would happen nonetheless. You had an idea, now, how that pretty little mind of his worked. After all, he was a paranoid, anger-prone insomniac. Those types rarely made sane decisions. Seeing him before you now, on edge, irritable, it made it worth the wait.

You raised an amusement eyebrow.

“Have I?"

The feigned innocence in your tone burned deep with annoyance in Azriel’s gut. He grit his teeth in response.

"Yes," he replied.

You scoffed lightly. "You have a mighty inflated sense of self. I don't decide my activities based on the likes of you."

Azriel's expression remained impassive, but you swore a flicker of something passed through his darkened eyes— a hint of frustration, perhaps. It was delicious.

"You've begun to join Eris in our meetings.”

Your eyebrow quirked up in response. You said nothing. Azriel continued.

"And yet, never the ones with me.”

You tilted your head at him, eyes in a narrow-squint as you ran your tongue along your teeth. Azriel’s eyes dropped to your lips, tracing the motion. A grin grew on your face.

"Have you missed me, Shadowsinger?"

“No,” Azriel responded swiftly, “I’m suspicious of you."

"Yeah?" You crossed your arms across your chest. Once again, Azriel’s eyes fell as he took in the motion. “And whys that?”

His eyes seemed to narrow at the playfulness in your voice, but he gave no further physical reaction, simply continuing to hold your gaze as he responded. "I don't trust you.”

You rolled your eyes. "Get in line."

"You are bordering the mortal lands," Azriel stated, his voice a low rumble. "If there are updates regarding Koschei, we should be informed."

"Why?" you challenged, a note of defiance now coloring your tone. Azriel’s jaw clenched, light pouring through the trees in a way that made the shadows on his face even harsher. His own moved around him in an uneasy dance.

"Because we have an agreement."

"Uh uh," you retorted, shaking your head. "You have an agreement with Eris, not me. I don't owe you shit."

His self-control was wearing thin now. Azriel hadn’t forgotten how much you tested his patience— but the past three weeks had somehow softened the aggravation he felt around you in his own mind. He was being reminded now, in real time, why it was a good idea for him to keep his distance.

"Careful," he growled. You didn’t miss the slight twitch in his wings, still carefully tucked between his shoulder blades.

You raised an eyebrow. "Is that a warning or a threat?"

Azriel's gaze hardened. Without breaking eye contact, he shifted his weight, a predatory grace in his movements as he took a step closer.

"Both."

"Let me guess,” you said mockingly, “If I'm not an ally, I'm a threat.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes, shadows swirling around him like a storm brewing. “Yes.”

You pursed your lips, taking a step towards him. Azriel’s eyes widened slightly, a small crease forming between his brows as he traced the movement. A heat stirred within you.

"Do you fuck all your threats?"

He clenched his jaw, a muscle ticking in his temple as his shadows danced with a restrained bite. You paid it no mind as you continued to step closer to him, closing the distance between you.

"That's why you're really here, isn't it?"

Your voice was a low, sultry taunt. You were inches away from him now, looking up at him through your lashes as you reached a hand out to touch his chest.

He tensed beneath your touch. With a smirk playing at the corners of your lips, you slowly trailed your fingers up his chest. It took Azriel a moment too long before he grabbed your hand.

Your smirk widened, eyes flickering to where his scarred hand wrapped around your wrist. You met his eyes next, a deep, angry, brown that bore into yours.

"How did it feel?" you said, voice dropping to a low purr, "When you went home and looked your brothers in the face, knowing you'd done yet another thing to disappoint them?"

The remark hit Azriel in his gut, twisting in his stomach with a burning intensity that he wasn’t used to. Whether it was anger, guilt, or annoyance as the vulgarity, he wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. His grip tightened almost painfully on your hand, eyes narrowing with a dangerous flame as he stared down at you.

You didn’t flinch, didn’t tear away from his gaze. There was an addicting sense of satisfaction at having struck a nerve with him once more. You took a second to revel in the discomfort you provoked, in the way his muscles tensed at your voice– in the scent change you smelled in the air, now thick with unspoken desire and heady arousal.

Azriel leaned down, voice dropping to a heated whisper. "I've done a lot worse than you."

He released your hand from his grip. You let it fall to your side.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” you said with a knowing grin. "And it eats you up the same, doesn't it?"

Azriel didn’t move, didn’t so much as bat an eye at you. A moment passed. And then another. Something flickered across his face. You could have sworn his eyes were now adorned with an amusing glow, that the corners of his lips tilted upwards.

"How was it when you returned home covered in me?" he challenged, voice edged with a sweet, sweet, bitterness. “In my scent, filled with my cum?”

Shivers rippled across your skin as a cool sensation cascaded over your body. You glanced down, watching as dark shadows slithered up your form.

You took a deep breath, ignoring their ghostly touch as you raised an unphased eyebrow in response. "No one batted an eye," you replied coolly.

The shadows continued to move in Azriel’s silence, now wrapping around your neck with a possessive grip that made your heart race. You gritted your teeth at the sensation, pushing back the rush of memories that were now flooding into your mind— memories of the last time his shadows had caressed your skin, tracing every curve and dip of your body with intimate knowledge. Your eyes met Azriel’s.

"Guess you didn't leave that much of an impression.”

A low snarl escaped Azriel's lips. "Or perhaps they're used to you carrying a male's scent.”

You mocked him with a smirk, taking a step back to maintain your distance. His shadows fell from their position around your neck swiftly, rushing back to his body as Azriel's jaw clenched.

"Well now I'm getting mixed signals. Last time I was deprived of a male’s touch, now I'm a whore?"

Azriel said nothing. His teeth seemed to grind against each other with such force that you half-expected them to break under the pressure of his frustration.

"For someone who is so sensitive about his delirious crush being called a slut, you're sure eager to throw such terms around to me."

Your words dripped with a sense of sarcasm, a sense of mockery, that Azriel could almost feel. His wings flared out slightly in response.

"I never said that," was his only reply.

It wasn't an apology. No, Azriel wanted to make sure that whatever words he said were the exact ones he meant. A memory tugged at the corners of his mind, a reminder of the last time you’d stirred such a response in him, of when he had called you those very words in the heat of passion— if he could even call it that. And you had responded in kind, your body yielding to his touch with a fervor that belied any notion of innocence.

Before he could stop himself, he felt himself speak once more. "Although you seemed to enjoy it quite thoroughly when I did."

Deep in your chest, there was a flicker of flame, his words igniting a spark of something within you. You bristled at the insinuation, but dutifully ignored the comment— ignored the connotations that came with it. Instead, you hummed in response, shaking your head.

"That's the thing with you hypocrites. You never just own up to it, do you?”

With a faint smirk still playing on your lips, you took a few steps backwards, eyes trained on him and the shadows coiling around his arms.

“Always a displeasure to speak with you, Shadowsinger.”

As you turned around and began to walk away, there was a queasy feeling in your stomach, a realization that you'd do something to be in this position again, to find a way to rile him up. The thought of igniting that volatile spark between you, setting off sparks like last time—it was too tempting to resist.

But as you felt the burning of his gaze into your back, you couldn’t ignore the nagging truth. He wasn't just a fun toy to play with. Azriel was obsessive, that much you could gather from him— from his history with Morrigan, from his methods of interrogation, from his pride as a spymaster. And the way he was before you now, with the intensity that he regarded you with, it would surely prove to be a problem; a hindrance to being able to help Eris to the best of your ability.

And before your fun— before any amusement you found in Azriel— came one thing. Your loyalty to your brother.

With a steadying breath, you paused and glanced back at him over your shoulder. "Oh, and one more thing," you called out, "If you follow me again–"

You turned around completely to face him. With a hand wreathed in flame, you lazily pointed to his hands, fisted at his sides.

"I'll pick up where your brothers left off.”

Azriel's gaze flickered down to your hand, down to his own, and then back up to meet your eyes.

You brought the same hand near your lips, blowing a kiss in his direction. Azriel watched as a flame danced in the air, swirling and twirling in the shape of a small heart.

Then, without another word, you turned and left, disappearing into the forest.

His gaze followed the flickering flame as it dissipated into the cool breeze.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹

You found Eris in his room, seated at his desk as he wrote on one of many scattered papers.

Eris’ room was more full of life than one would expect, adorned with a carefully curated selection of artwork that perfectly showed his refined tastes. Various books lined the shelves of his walls. He had always been quite the scholar at heart, with a keen eye for art and literature. It was a side of your brother that few outside the family knew— a facet of his personality that he shared with Lucien. It was one of the things they shared so closely, but they never talked about it, never truly had any chance to bond beyond the trauma of existing in your family.

The thought of it made your heart hurt. You pushed it away as you moved to sit at the edge of Eris’ bed, watching as he put his papers together before turning to look at you. When he met your eyes, you shook your head.

"Nothing,” you said, “But I wasn't able to get far, anyways.”

Eris lifted an eyebrow in response. “What do you mean?”

"That Shadowsinger sure knows how to keep himself busy.”

There was a tick in Eris’ jaw that told you he was more than annoyed— and that he had a few choice words he was fighting to say. But, instead, Eris simply rolled his eyes.

“Of fucking course,” He said as he leaned back in his chair. He ran a hang along his face. "Are you able to handle him?"

You resisted the urge to snicker, at both your brother’s irritation and the experiences you’ve had with Azriel. Your mind replayed the subtle giveaways that Azriel’s body had given in response to your taunts— and then continued to pour in images of how those taunts had led him to succumbing to a primal desire.

You met your brother's gaze with a smug shrug. "Yes,” you responded, “Very well, I’d say. He hasn’t killed me yet.”

Your words were a simple joke, but Eris seemed to tense at them nonetheless. You frowned, but the reaction was short-lived as he nodded in thought. His eyes flickered to yours.

"Good, because I need you to take my place.”

You blinked, your brows furrowing as you leaned forward.

"What do you mean, ‘your place'?"

Eris met your gaze casually. "Meeting with them," he clarified, his voice steady and unwavering.

“You want me to go in your place permanently?”

You knew for certain that the look on your face was nothing short of annoyance and disgust.

"For now," Eris replied evenly. "If they’re suspicious of you, give them a reason not to be."

You paused. Your mind raced with countless disembodied thoughts and images, the realization that you’d be around Azriel once more– and much more often; that you'd have to deal with them all. Deal with them and their blinding arrogance. Eris, for all of his outward appearances, had an ability to be diplomatic— to a certain extent at least, given his bite. But you wouldn’t be able to handle that. Not all the time, not without your brother. Your previous meeting with Eris, Cassian, and Nesta proved your point— one more comment from you, and you were sure the brute or his death-bride would have killed you on the spot.

You tilted your head at Eris.

"And you’ll follow the leads with your men."

He nodded.

He needed your help. And if you weren’t able to keep Azriel at arms length, the least you could do was keep him occupied enough so his wandering eyes wouldn’t travel to your brother. Now that— that was something you could do. You could ruin him.

With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and lifted your chin.

“Fine,” you said, “I’ll do it.”

Eris gave a laugh. “How sweet that you thought you had a choice.”

You rolled your eyes as Eris stood up, brushing himself off slightly as he walked towards you.

"But you do know that I will have to tell them our suspicions eventually.”

You scrunched your face, looking up at him with a distasteful, frustrated frown.

"Why?"

He lifted his brows, baring a facial expression that mirrored that of an exasperated parent.

"Because we have an allian–”

You interrupted him with an annoyed flick of your hand.

"Alliance, yes, I know," you muttered. "Which I still don’t understand."

Eris sighed. "Y/n—"

A pent-up frustration bubbled beneath you, a simmering heat in your stomach that made you feel antsy. You did your best to bite it down, to swallow the annoyance that was suffocating you, but it was no use. You were never good at holding back your outbursts.

"No, actually, doesn’t it bother you?" you asked, your voice rising slightly. "That they think they're so much better than you, than us?"

Eris clenched his jaw, but he remained composed. This was a conversation you’d had many times before, a frustration that you’d voiced and struggled with since you learned what the emotions of hate, of contempt, truly were.

"I don’t worry myself with what night-dwellers think of me.”

You let out an angry breath.

"Yet you're put in a position to constantly defend yourself.”

Eris was losing his temper now, his voice growing strained as he fought to keep composure for your sake. “I don’t enjoy aligning myself with them, but it's what's needed.”

"I would kill Beron tomorrow if you’d let me. We could do it alone."

Eris shook his head firmly. "No," he stated, his tone left no room for argument. "That is a risk I’m not going to take. Not with you, not with our mother."

"They will never see you as anything worthy of respect, Eris.”

“Their respect is not something I need,” he snapped, "When I’m fixing this court, it won’t matter.”

"It matters to me.”

There was a strain in your voice that you didn’t notice until Eris’ eyes softened. And then he was letting out a deep breath, looking at you with the hint of a frown.

"Don’t let it.”

His voice was softer now. The same voice he’d used to soothe you during thunderstorms, the same voice that coached you through learning how to control your fire.

"I hate them. I hate that we have to cater to them because they're our only aid right now."

"The feeling is mutual. That’s what makes this work.”

“But we have reasons to hate them," you countered, “Very valid reasons.”

Eris sighed, a tired resignation in his tone. “They believe they have reasons, too.”

You fell silent, shaking your head in disbelief as you bit the inside of your cheek. That simmering anger still boiled beneath the surface— the anger of feeling wronged, of being backed into a corner and then being punished for biting.

Eris watched you closely, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"They do not matter," he reassured you. "They will never matter— not truly. We use them now, and you will never have to be near them again."

You nodded as Eris brought you into his chest, giving you a small hug as he held your head in his hand.

But a nagging doubt lingered in the back of your mind. Deep within the corners of your mind, deep within your chest, something told you that his words were wrong. Something old— something strong.

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a/n: who is ready for some nasty slutty feral enemies with benefits… 😋😋 ME YALL ITS MEEEE

i was worried about writing a part w no smut but these dynamics need to be built up first 😮‍💨 its so funny to me that both her and az are like ya... i have the upperhand here.... i am winning....

enemies who actually don’t like each other >>

enemies who didn’t “always love” each other >>

enemies to forced proximity trope >>

the future of malice! az & malice! reader going from no respect towards each other to playful flirting banter >>

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the amount of people on tiktok rn shaming smut readers is craaazy

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the fucking azriel vibes this is giving me. I am dead. deceased. expired. fuck me, up, down and sideways. press me against the wall and pant heavily onto my lips. tell me how hard it is to stay away from me 😩

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Artist: diielliee

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sweetcarolina-24 · 25 days

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An Education in Malice

Pairing: Vanserra!Reader x Azriel

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, rough, angry, hate sex basically. sexual degradation (name calling), p in v penetration, sex in da woods, bickering and insults, inner circle slander

Word Count: 6.6k

a/n: i know technically we wouldnt be a princess... but we r a high lord family so were running with it for the sexual tension. also dedicated to my soulmate and the brilliant babe, @itsswritten who told me to write sumthin smutty like this. thank her 🫡

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“Hello, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched at the sound.

He’d almost forgotten how grating your voice was to his ears, how it made his body tense with an emotion he could never quite describe. He turned around slowly, taking you in where you stood leaning casually against a tree.

The dress you wore was reminiscent of autumn court elegance, fabric cascading around you in rich hues of crimson, gold, and amber, like the vibrant foliage of the season brought to life, sleeves like flickering flames. There was a sense of wrongness in seeing such an elegant form amidst the wild, your commanding presence even more striking than that of your other family members. If he didn't know who you were, he would have been tempted to describe you as something of unparalleled beauty, a vision amidst a forest of wilderness.

But Azriel knew who you were. He knew what you were.

He had noticed the similarities between you and your brothers quickly, from your mannerisms down to the curve of your lips. You and Eris shared the same snarky smirk– a smirk Az wanted to wipe clean off your faces. You were using it now, holding his gaze with the corners of your lips upturned and amused eyes.

“You look thrilled to see me,” you said.

Az did nothing to hide his disdain as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Where is your brother?”

“Busy,” you responded, absentmindedly running the tips of your fingers along the tree you leaned on. You took a moment to observe the bark before you turned to face Azriel again, a small taunting smile on your lips once more. “I’ll let him know you missed him.”

Azriel held your gaze for a moment, a tick in his jaw as he let out a short exhale. Then, he was turning around to leave, a clear dismissal. A small flicker of anger rose in your body. Quickly, you winnowed in front of him, your sudden appearance setting his shadows into a frenzied dance around him, coalescing into a swirling mass around his neck like a collar of live snakes ready to strike.

“Don’t be rude,” you said, “I’m here on Eris’ behalf. Give me information to report back to him.”

“Nothing to report,” Azriel said, voice flat. He stared at you for a moment, eyes scanning you. And then he was making another notion to leave, brushing past you with a small shove to your shoulder. You nearly laughed at the action, at how easy he was becoming to rile up— at how much your presence bothered him.

“You don’t want to stay and chat?” You said over your shoulder. A flutter of triumph spread in your chest when you heard his footsteps come to a halt. You turned to face him, his back still to you, shadows swirling around his body like black flames. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.”

Azriel turned to face you, a small scowl on his beautiful features. “Not long enough.”

You laughed, the sound stroking his body in a way that sent shivers down his spine. You let out a sigh.

“I get bored in Autumn sometimes, you know?”

Briefly, something flickered in Azriel’s hazel eyes, but it faded faster than you could decipher what it meant or where it came from. He titled his head slightly, eyes taking you in fully.

“Not enough cruelty for you?”

“Something like that.”

You both held each other's stares, his icy gaze against your fiery one. He lifted his chin slightly, rolling his shoulders as if to straighten his already stiff posture. You didn’t miss the way his wings extended slightly from their tucked in position, just enough to stand as a warning, as a reminder of who he was— what he was.

“This is a waste of my time.”

Yet, Azriel made no move to leave— not this time.

“Because you have such important matters to return to?” You asked with a raised brow, “You said it yourself, nothing to report. So, are there some damsels in distress to be saved? Something to make you feel important?”

You made sure to pay extra attention to when you mocked his previous words, tone dropping slightly deeper to imitate his. Azriel’s eyes narrowed even more, a dark wave of evident anger washing through his face, nostrils flared, jaw clenched. You bit the inside of your cheek to contain your grin.

You were playing with something dangerous, this you knew. But Azriel was so fun to rile up, so easy to. You understood, now, why your brother seemed to enjoy these meetings so much. You’d assumed Eris was some sort of masochist, somehow finding pleasure in the necessity of being allies with the Night Court, the same people who so commonly disregarded you and your family as evil and cruel— although, they were right to a certain extent. But perhaps Eris had found some sort of entertainment with this affair.

“Stop talking,” was Azriel’s only reply.

“Why?”

He took a step forward. You made sure to stay still, to hold his gaze as he peered down at you.

“Because you’re trying to get a rise out of me,” Azriel responded, his voice cool, “and it will not work.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed. “Play the unphased act all you’d like, we both know its bullshit.”

He said nothing in response, his eyes remaining locked on yours. Azriel’s stare was harder now, colder. A clear warning was written in his features, carved out between his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes: do not fuck with me.

But you welcomed the challenge. If he wasn’t going to admit it, you were more than willing to prove your point.

“You put my brother in a chokehold in a public meeting. You have no self-control. You’re just constantly one spark away from igniting.”

Azriel growled. “Your brother deserved it.”

You raised your brow in a small taunt.

“Because he called your precious Morrigan a slut?”

Whether Azriel wanted to admit it or not, you were very easily tearing at his resolve. He moved quickly, his hand naturally falling to the dagger at his hip. Shadows moved closer to you, but with a swift movement of your fingers, they were met with the spark of a small flame, quickly retracting back into their mass form near Azriel’s shoulders. You winnowed back to your original place, back against the rough tree bark.

“Careful, Shadowsinger,” you sneered, “You’re forgetting your manners.You didn’t even let me finish.”

Azriel wore a clear scowl now, brows furrowed as he held your gaze from afar, hand still on his weapon. There was something deadly about the way you made him feel, the intensity of those feelings far surpassing any hatred he held for your brothers– Eris, specifically. In truth, the more time Az spent near Lucien, the more he saw him as someone good– and the less similarities he seemed to bear with you, his conniving snake of a sister. You opened your mouth to taunt him once more.

“I don’t agree with my brother,” you said, “Hell, I admire Morrigan for her freedom. I do love a pretty dress. So, I would have called her something else… a liar, perhaps?”

Those words were all it took to light Azriel’s fuse.

Within a blink, he was in front of you, the cold steel of a dagger, Truth-Teller you presumed, pressed against your neck. His wings flared out angrily behind him. Shadows surged around you, a suffocating darkness descending like a shroud, swallowing the sunlight and leaving only a void of darkness. You stared into Azriel's eyes— cold, and angry.

"Shut up," he snarled.

For a moment, a sense of fear flickered deep in your stomach, but you swallowed it down, the flame diminishing before it could properly ignite. Even as his shadows threatened to consume you both whole, you refused to back down, meeting Azriel's gaze with a defiant stare of your own. And then, you grinned. A cruel, wicked gesture that made his blood boil.

“Nice to see you perform without an audience, too.”

Azriel's voice was laden with disdain as he responded, words dripping with venom. "You and your brother are exactly the same."

But instead of flinching at the accusation, you maintained your smirk, unfazed by the blade pressed against your neck. "Which brother? I have quite a few," you countered, your tone teasing, almost playful.

Azriel's grip tightened, images of your family conjuring in his mind. Az could barely remember the names of your other brothers, their features blurring into a blurry mess of fiery auburn and copper. Instead, his mind focused on you– the female before him, under his grip and his dagger, standing next to the two males he despised for different reasons.

“You can decide,” Azriel finally said, “they’re all equally terrible.”

“I’d say Lucien is a good male,” you laughed bitterly, “I’m willing to bet your sweet Elain would agree.”

A surge of fury rose within him, a deep primal instinct to lash out and silence your taunts once and for all. But even as he bristled with anger, he realized you were right.

He was constantly teetering on the edge, one step away from losing control. It had gotten worse recently, watching everyone around him find their place, their people; Elain growing closer to Lucien, his brothers spending time with their mates. Azriel was frustrated. He was angry. You’d done exactly what he told you wouldn’t happen– gotten a rise out of him. He hated it, hated you, hated himself even more.

Azriel took a deep breath, your heated gaze still on him, eyes narrowed, a small smirk on your lips that he filled him with a burning anger. It wasn’t as if he could kill you, no, he couldn’t even really hurt you. One mark on the Vanserra’s youngest and only daughter would be a mark for war. This was a battle Az couldn't win, indulging your provocations for the mere sake of your entertainment. He needed to calm down. Regain control.

The shadows around you began to recede and sunlight filtered back into the clearing as Azriel pushed you away with a snarl. You leaned your head back against the tree as you took a deep breath.

He studied you for a moment before saying, "You'd think someone as pretentious as you wouldn't need to rely on irritating someone for an ounce of attention."

There was a subtle shift in your demeanor—a swallowed response, a flicker of vulnerability. His gaze followed the movement down to the column of your throat.

“Pretentious?”

You gave a bitter laugh.

"Yes, pretentious. All of you Vanserras," Azriel retorted with a bitter edge, “Every single one.”

"That's ironic coming from you. You think we're pretentious?"

Azriel's gaze hardened. "Yes. Cruel, evil, and vile. You think you're better than all of us."

Your mouth widened as you scoffed. And then you let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Oh my Gods, does it ever get tiring?" you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wallowing in your own self-pity and then using it as a means to hate everyone outside of your incestuous little circle?"

"Do not speak of my family," Azriel snapped.

You smirked. “So you admit your family is incestuous?”

Azriel said nothing, a sudden realization that his anger, once again, had beat him to his rationality, somehow giving you another weapon to use against him. He clenched his jaw, feeling a simmering heat building in his stomach.

"You stand in front of me and pretend to be shocked when I call you for what you are?" he countered with a sneer, “Your family isn't quiet about their disdain for my family, for my kind, or for me."

You lifted your chin. “You don’t even like your own kind, Shadowsinger.”

There was another flare of his nostrils and you knew that you’d gotten him once again. Azriel’s fists clenched at his sides, a sight lost to you as his shadows covered them. You continued as he stayed silent.

“I will admit, my family can be a bit narrow minded. Why would I hate you for the things you can’t control? Where's the fun in that?”

Again, Azriel remained silent. He knew if he made a move, if he said a word, it would likely be something he regretted, something that would come back to bite him in the ass.

"I don’t hate you because you’re from the Night Court, or an Illyrian, or a bastard, or whatever it is you tell yourself at night," you continued, your words like a dagger aimed at his pride. "I hate you because you are hot-headed and arrogant. You’ve held a grudge against Eris for something that wasn’t his fault and have utterly screwed Lucien to no end. Your little family is a disease.”

Azriel’s resolve was cracking. He didn’t have enough self-control for this, for you. He’d barely mustered up the diplomacy needed to meet with Eris.

“Stop talking,” he said through gritted teeth. He felt it again, the flicker of frustration that threatened to engulf him like an unattended flame.

You gave him a withering glare. “Or what, you’ll make me?”

Azriel blinked, his eyes scanning your body instinctively. There was something about the words you spoke, the way you had spoken them, that made his body shiver. A small jolt of electricity passed through his muscles. Unfortunately for him, you caught it as quick as it manifested. Your eyes widened as you let out a dry laugh, forming a small smirk on your lips.

“Oh my gods,” you said, taking a step closer, “I bet you’d like that, wouldn't you? Is that why you’re such an ass today?

Azriel’s wings twitched behind him. You gave him a mocking pout as you stared up at him.

“No one to torture, no sweet female to make love to? Poor, powerful, Spymaster.”

Azriel thought for a moment. He thought about the anger boiling in his body, how on edge he’d been, how every little thing had been setting him off. He thought about you, in front of him, a female he despised from previous meetings– loud-mouthed, vicious, and selfish. A female from a family he hated, a family that took things from his family, from him.

And then he began thinking of how great it would feel to show them how wrong they were about him. To prove to them that they weren’t better than him, that he was just as, if not more, powerful than their damned bloodline.

You had been right again. He was pent up. He hadn’t taken a lover recently, hadn’t fucked anyone since that one almost-night with Elain– where she’d been sweet, sensitive, and gentle. But even before, with the females who’d asked for it rough, told him they could handle it, he hadn’t indulged himself too far. He still respected them. They were still wide-eyed and kind, sweet to a certain extent. He didn’t want to hurt them. They were ladies. Azriel respected ladies.

“I said stop talking,” Azriel growled.

There was a tick in his jaw.

“And I said, make me.”

But you, you weren’t a lady. You weren’t sensitive, sweet, or kind. You were a viper. A snake with beautiful lips and a body he found incredibly inviting— not that he’d ever admit it to anyone. But standing in front of him, that defiant look in your eyes, the pride seeping off you, the smirk on your lips… Azriel felt hungry. He felt ravenous.

So, he thought for one more moment. And then he was taking a step forward, one that you matched with an equal stepback.

“Y/n,” Azriel drawled as he continued to take another step. You matched him again, moving back while you glared at him. “Are you not getting enough attention? Is that it?”

Your back hit the tree and you let out a small exhale as Azriel took a final step forward, inches away from you as he stared down with a dark gaze.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You bit out.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You attempted to regulate your breathing as his eyes drank you in, a clear and unashamed desire painted over his face.

“Do I look like a fucking mind-reader?”

Azriel gave a dry chuckle. You were unraveling before him, scrambling for control. “Such a vile mouth for a princess.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that why you came?” He brought a hand to your chin, roughly tilting your face up to look directly at him. “Do you want to be fucked, Y/n?”

The answer was yes, you did. There was a sickening sense of excitement that ran through your blood, a heat pooling between your thighs. But you wouldn’t admit it. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, weren’t about to prove him right. So instead you stayed quiet, pulling your face out of his hands and turning your cheek.

“I came for intel,” you said through gritted teeth, “in Eris’ place.”

Azriel gave another chuckle, something dark and humorous. His hand trailed to the side of your neck, pushing the hair off your shoulders to expose the line of your collarbone. You swallowed.

“Interesting,” he said. He leaned in, lips against your ear. “Then what is that desire I smell?”

You let out a sharp exhale as he leaned away. Taking a deep breath, you looked at him, biting the inside of your cheek at your body's betrayal. You needed to balance this.

“Maybe its you that needs a good fuck, Shadowsinger. Like I said, you seem real pent up. Noone quite scratching that itch?”

But Azriel no longer seemed angry at your words, instead, he seemed amused– hungry. He was quiet for a second too long, simply staring at you. A sense of irritation prickled at your skin.

“What?” You snapped.

“I can admit that,” Azriel said coolly, “if you can admit something to me.”

“What, are we trading secrets now? I wasn’t aware this was a children's sleepover.”

Azriel didn’t respond. You registered the movement of a dark shadow as it fled from his body, slowly sneaking around your collarbone. You attempted to hit it away, but it quickly slithered back to Azriel, running up his chest to curl around his ear. He smirked.

“When was the last time someone fucked you, Y/n?”

The air left your lungs as you let out a small gasp. You blinked. Quickly, you regained your composure.

“Excuse me?”

Azriel kept his smirk. “It must be hard getting anyone to touch you when you’re so sheltered by those males you call brothers.”

He reached out a hand to your bare collarbone, but you caught his wrist in your hand, allowing it to hover in your grip. His eyes slowly trailed up to your face, heavy-lidded and darkened with a sense of attention that made your stomach clench.

“What the hell are you getting at?” You sneered.

Azriel simply stared at you, the ghost of a smirk still plastered on his lips. His reactions had you gritting your teeth in anger and rubbing your thighs in anticipation at the same time— you hated it.

“Don’t ask questions you know the answers to.”

“You're pathetic,” you spat, “Save your games for a bitch who cares.”

But you still gripped his hand in yours, still felt the heat radiating off his skin. And you made no motion to move. No motion to let him pull back. Azriel didn’t fail to notice this, either.

“That snarky mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble. But I bet that's why you use it, right?”

Your breathing was heavier now. Azriel’s gaze flickered to where you still gripped his wrist.

“You can fool everyone, Y/n,” he said, “But not me.”

You shouldn’t have enjoyed the way his voice sounded on your skin, shouldn’t have felt a breathlessness filling your body as he spoke to you. But you felt it. And it was a burning, hungry desire that made your chest tighten. This was what you wanted, it was what you needed.

Azriel was right. The bastard had read you like a book. Your family, your brothers, never let anyone near you for fear of embarrassment– fear of you bringing some sense of shame. But Azriel was right. You wanted it. You craved it. You wanted to forget who you were, to give up the control you always had to wield.

Before you could overthink it, you loosened your grip on Azriel’s hand and pulled it towards you, situating it on the side of your throat. You let out a small gasp when he quickly wrapped his fingers around the base of your neck.

And then he was pulling you into him with a deep and angry kiss. All teeth, tongue, and fire, mouths crashing together almost painfully, but neither of you stopped. With every movement of his mouth, of his tongue on yours, a dormant flame deep within you awoke.

A primal desire surged through Azriel’s veins like wildfire, the scent of you– of your want, of your desire– filling his senses in a way that had his cock throbbing. There was no room for rational thought, only the raw, unbridled passion that engulfed him in a fiery embrace. His hand found its way into your hair, fingers brushing along your scalp as he yanked your hair to expose your neck to him. His lips wandered to your exposed collarbone, giving a harsh suck to the skin near the column of your throat.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Shut up,” you responded, reaching your hands out to fumble with his leather clothes. Azriel pulled back slightly, grabbing your wandering hands in his. You let out a sound of protest as he ran sloppy kissing along your neck.

“Oh how i’d love to fuck that foul mouth of yours,” Azriel murmured against your skin, his mouth reaching your ear. “But we’re short on time.” He took your lobe in between his teeth and you let out a small groan.

“I bet all you’ll need is a few minutes– and that's being generous.”

Azriel’s hand gripped at your waist, traveling up your chest to roughly grab your breast through your dress.

“No wonder you’re so insufferable.” he said, his voice amused as he pulled back, his other hand tugged at your hair once more. “You haven’t been fucked properly.”

You snarled. "Fuck you."

Azriel grinned.

"Oh, princess, I will.”

And then he was pulling the front of your dress down, exposing your bare breasts before him, nipples peaked in the fresh air. You let out a gasp as a small faint ripping sound traveled to your ears. Before you had a chance to react, Azriel was spinning you around, pulling your back against his chest, one hand bracketing your throat as the other traveled down your stomach, grabbing at the fabric at your dress.

"But first, you're going to beg me for it,” he breathed into your ear, his voice so low you felt it more than you heard it. His words traveled straight to your core, leaving you dripping with want. Yet, you refused to let the words leave your lips. You gritted your teeth, bristled at the suggestion— pride and defiance warring within you.

“Like hell I will.”

Azriel made a sound of disapproval, his mouth still running along your ear, “No?” he asked, hand slowly trailing from your throat to your chest, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So you don’t want me to touch you?”

His hand fell over your breast, cupping it in his palm as his thumb brushed over your nipple. You watched as black tendrils of shadow danced around his forearm, meeting where his fingers tweaked your nipple. Their cool gentle touch sent a ripple of sensation through you and your head fell back against him as you let out a small whimper.

“Stop being a fucking tease.”

Azriel found that he loved the way you whimpered, loved the tinge of frustration in your voice as he touched you. Here you were, melting into his touch, attempting to avoid admitting in words what your body was showing in actions.

“I asked you to do something.”

He rolled your nipple between his fingers. You let out a deep exhale, pushing yourself back onto him, grinding into the evident bulge that pressed against you, the thin material of your dress doing nothing to disguise his hardened length.

“Just fuck me already,” you turned your head to catch his gaze, darkened and pupils blown with lust. “I know you want to.”

You covered his hand in yours, molding his hand into your touch, urging him to grab your breast again– harder, firmer.

The corners of his lips quirked up. “That doesn’t matter. Beg for it.”

Agonizingly slow, his hands roamed your trembling form, lighting flames of desire that you almost feared would consume you whole. Second by second, you felt yourself losing control. The heat of his touch seared through you, eroding the last crumbs of your resistance until all that remained was a burning need to be filled by him, to succumb to the primal urges coursing through your veins. You wanted him. You needed him.

“Please,” you whispered, the truth spilling from your lips in a voice so meek you barely recognized it as your own.

"Please what?"

With a trembling breath, you finally let go of the last shreds of your resistance, your voice coming out in a deep, frustrated plea. “Please fuck me.”

Azriel's lips curved into a predatory smirk.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and sultry as he pulled away from you. In one movement he was pulling your ass closer to him, forcing your body forward to brace yourself on the tree. In seconds you felt the cool air on your body as Azriel pushed your dress above your hips. Naturally, you felt your body bowing at the sensation. He let out a groan at the sight.

Then he was spreading your legs, baring you before him, glistening cunt on full display. His rough hands gripped your bare ass. He massaged it for a moment, but the motion was brief, and soon you felt a hard hand land on the fat of your cheek. You let out a small shriek, but it was followed by a low moan as he delivered another smack. Azriel smirked at the sound of it, at the sight of your ass reddening with his handprint.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You managed to grit out as you pushed your ass out further, “I’m growing bored.”

“Bored?” He ran finger through the wetness that pooled at your core. “Your cunt doesn’t seem to think so.”

You moaned at the feeling, pushing yourself back against his hand.

“Too stubborn to admit anything,” Azriel murmured, “But your body gives you away.”

Azriel took a step back, your body cold at the loss of contact as he freed himself from the confine of his leather pants, each movement filled with a primal urgency that would’ve made him unsettled— embarrassed even— if he had been in a more rational state of mind. But Azriel wasn’t being rational. All he could think about was you, and staring at your beautiful glistening cunt, all he wanted was to fuck you into oblivion, to let his frustrations out. To tame you like a wild animal— his most tantalizing challenge yet.

He settled himself behind you and stroked his cock along your folds, allowing it to glide against your core until both of you were slick with your desire. He teased you slowly as he moved up and down your entrance. You pushed against him, urging him inside, inviting him to take you.

Azriel only laughed darkly at the movements, and you whined in response, frustrated and irritated.

“Remember this the next time you insult me,” he said, “Remember how you were begging for me to fuck you.”

Half a breath later, he pushed himself inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt. You exhaled in tandem, your cunt clenching him, pulsing around the stretch of him. He adjusted his angle and picked up the pace, sending pleasure rising in a wave that you couldn’t hold back, your mouth falling open as he began to take you harder.

You let your forehead fall against your hands, braced against the rough texture of the tree. You faintly felt the ridges under your palm, but there was no pain, no irritation that you knew you were bound to experience later. All you could truly feel was Azriel deep inside you, stretching you out and using you in a way you hadn’t experienced for a very long time. The lust Azriel felt, the experience of being with you, of claiming you as his, was no longer a desire, no longer a want. It was a need. An animalistic and primal need that he felt deep in his chest.

Azriel's movements were relentless, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure rippling through your body, clouding your mind in a haze of ecstasy and melting away all coherent thought. There were sounds emitted from your lips, this you knew, but they were incoherent whimpers, quiet murmurs whispered towards the ground as your forehead dug into your hands with every buck of Azriel’s hips.

“You had so much to say earlier, Y/n,” Azriel said, pulling out until he was barely inside you. He thrusted back in, resuming a hard and brutal pace.

“Why so quiet now?”

Thrust.

“Did you just need the attitude fucked out of you?”

Thrust.

"What will your brothers think?” he taunted, his grip on your hips bruising in its intensity, “Your father?”

Thrust.

“If only your family only knew what their precious princess was up to. Taking it from the likes of me, like some common pleasure hall whore."

The mention of your family sent a surge of burning shame coursing through your veins, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, flushing against your exposed skin. But amidst the suffocating shame, there was something else, something primal and insatiable that stirred within you—a hunger born of defiance, of indulging in a forbidden ecstasy. It filled you with a sense of exhilaration that bordered on madness.

Quickly, that spark of defiance ignited within you, mingling with the fiery hunger coursing through your veins, an urge to bite back at him. You craned your head to look over your shoulder, catching his eyes as you let out a moan, taking your lips in between your teeth.

"Do common whores get you this riled up?" you purred. There was a feigned innocence in your tone that made Azriel twitch inside you. His gaze burned into yours. "Do they make you this hungry?”

A part of you wanted the confirmation, wanted the triumphant feeling of knowing you could ruin him for everyone else— that you felt better than the females he had bedded, that you, the one he loathed so openly, were the only one to truly quench his thirst.

“Do they feel as good as me, Azriel?”

He let out a deep, guttural moan. The sound traveled through your body, lighting your skin on fire as you bucked back into his movements, meeting every roll of his hips.

“Say that again,” Azriel groaned.

When you gave no reply, he twisted your hair around one fist and gave it a tug, pulling your body up to him as before. His thrusts never staggered, not even as his hand traveled to wrap around your throat, matching the reddening print from his earlier grip. The other hand remained steady at your hip, gripping into the fabric of your dress and the exposed skin of your body.

“Say my name,” he growled and your cunt tightened at the sound, at the way he gripped your throat harder. You grasped at his arm with your hands, holding on to his skin as he bucked into you.

“No.”

Azriel growled, pulling out of you almost completely before he pushed back in a heavy, angry stroke. Your body arched in pleasure, a small whimper leaving your mouth instinctively.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Fuck you.”

“I am,” Azriel said, “And your cunt is swallowing me whole, princess. Like it's made for me, like its been begging to be fucked.”

He released his grip from your throat, letting you fall forward as he placed his hand on the small of your back, arching your body for him as he pounded into you from behind. You fell forward, hands planted on the tree before you, fingers clawing at the bark like an animal in heat. Azriel watched as his cock disappeared into your cunt with every thrust, watched how your ass bounced back on him with every movement, how your tits moved with every roll of his hips. He fought not to finish from the sight alone.

You struggled to find your voice through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind, that seemed to twist and tie your tongue to where you could only gasp incoherent words of ecstasy

“Oh, fuck. Azriel.”

Azriel drank in your sounds of pleasure like a male thirsted for centuries, the sound of his name on your tongue sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

“Are you going to cum, Y/n?”

You let yourself surrender to his touch as he continued to ravage you with ruthless abandon, his voice caressing you in ways you never knew a sound could do. You wanted him to go faster, harder, rougher; wanted him to fuck you with all his might, with all that anger you saw. As if he could read your mind, Azriel’s thrusts sped up, slamming into you.

“Fuuck, yeah, you are. I can feel this pretty little cunt clenching me.”

He continued his pace, fucking you with long thorough strokes that left you completely pinned between him and the rough bark of the tree. You felt him heavy against your back, breasts pressed against his hand as he moved between gripping them both roughly, holding onto them for leverage as he fucked you from behind.

"Look at you," he taunted, his grip tightening around you possessively. "So desperate, so needy. You're nothing but a pretty little slut, begging for release, aren’t you?"

Azriel continued, moving deeper and faster, pumping into you with snaps of his hips that had you writhing underneath him.

"And yet," you managed between breaths, gasps leaving your lips as he drove into you. "You’re the one pounding into me like a brute who can't get enough.”

With a low groan, Azriel's hand tightened around your breast, his grip possessive as he leaned in to bite at your shoulder with a hungry intensity. He was beginning to think that you’d surely be the death of him, that he had created something, some beast inside him, that refused to be satiated by anything other than you— and that was dangerous. But he didn’t think too much about it, not now, not as he felt your cunt massaging him from the inside, felt your walls clamping onto him in a way that set his body on fire, his cock throbbing.

Azriel railed you over and over, nothing slow or gentle about his movements. And with every thrust, you whined in ecstasy. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as he kept pounding into you. He fell forward, grinding against you, pushing you further into the rough bark of the tree.

You could feel it, a deep pressure building in your stomach as his cock stretched you in the most delicious way. And you could feel him too, hot against your back, his deep breaths and the groans that reverberated through his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in your ears, muffling out the sound of your moans as your whole body tensed.

Then you felt it, a cool trail snaking up your legs. Dark tendrils of Azriel's shadows slithered through your thighs, caressing your skin with a tantalizing touch that made you clench at the sensation. You gasped as they coiled around your clit, winding you up with a feeling you’d never experienced before. With a loud moan, your orgasm rolled through you in a violent convulsion, white spots dancing at the edges of your vision.

Azriel hated to think it, hated to admit that the sound of you coming undone on his cock was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard, that feeling your cunt clench around him as the sound filled his ear was enough for him to unravel. With a choked moan, Azriel spilled into you, spurts of his seed coating your walls. You let out a final, breathy whine at the sensation of him spilling into you, feeling as it began to drip as Azriel slowly pulled out.

With a heavy breath, his gaze lingered on the glistening trail connecting the tip of cock to your cunt. The lust in his eyes faintly faded, and a moment of clarity washed over him as the reality of what he’d just done hit like a sudden, cold wave. He didn’t regret it, no, not at all. This was exactly the release Azriel had needed. In fact, a part of him nearly grinned at the realization, at the relief he now felt in his body. But the other part of him, the rational side afraid of disappointing his family, of fucking something up, awoke in a panic. What the fuck had he just done? And why was he so proud of it?

You slowly stood up, straightening yourself out as you turned to face him, face flushed and hair a tangled mess. There was a ghost of a smirk playing on your lips as you took them between your teeth and bit down. Your breasts were still exposed, nipples peaked and reddened marks from his rough grip. Azriel's eyes traveled down your form, swallowing hard as he took in the sight before him. He could smell the desire that filled the air around you both, could smell himself on you— the image of him plunging in and out of you still fresh in his mind.

The idea of it alone made his cock stir again. There was something intoxicating about this situation to him. The image of you returning home, covered in his marks, in his scent, in his seed. Eris smelling him on you, realizing that you’d not only fucked someone he despised, but sullied yourself with an illyrian– just as he’d told Mor. And you, you’d remember this. You’d remember him inside you, remember how you let him use you, fuck you like a common-court whore. And you’d have to live with that. Every insult you’d give him, everytime you sneered at him in the future, there would be a part of you that remembered falling apart on his cock as you begged him for more, for him to fuck you harder.

With a gentle flick of your fingers, your dress was perfectly restored, the fabric falling gracefully around your figure as your hair cascaded down your shoulders in silky, untouched, waves. You smoothed out the sleeves of your dress with a practiced gesture before turning your gaze back to Azriel, scanning him from head to toe. Your eyes lingered on his still-exposed cock, covered in the mixed fluids of your cunt and his seed. A smirk played at the corner of your lips as Azriel looked down, realization flickering in his eyes as he hastily pulled up his pants, stuffing himself back into them.

"Well, this was fun," you remarked casually– almost bored. Azriel resisted the urge to frown at the words, at the tone you used. "Catch you later, Shadowsinger."

Before he could respond, you were gone, leaving him standing alone in the forest, staring at the empty space before a tree.

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sweetcarolina-24 · 26 days

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Hi! Omg so first I want to say I absolutely LOVE your writing, I am constantly on your page reading your work and get so excited when I see an update. So I was wondering if I could request something? It’s NSFW. Basically, reader is Rhysand’s sister and Azriel’s mate. She is a daemati like Rhys. Her and Azriel are having sex one day and he has her tied up and blindfolded, and in the middle of it she uses her powers to see through his eyes and watches as her fucks her, but she never gets to see him or his face until they’re done. Thank you so much!!

Mind Games | Azriel x reader

A/N: this is a fuck fest, you guys. I think I blacked out somewhere around the middle, I honestly can’t tell you. Tysm for requesting this, sweet anon! The ending's a bit bumpy but I hope you still like it! 🫶

Word count: 1592

Warnings: pure SMUT (18+) right under the cut!!

Her chest was heaving as she wrapped her fingers around the rope keeping her hands tied to one of the bars of the headboard. She felt him everywhere, felt the heavy drag of his cock as he pulled out almost all the way before rocking back into her with a hard roll of his hips. She felt his hands on her, his shadows, his gaze.

She felt everything, but she couldn’t see.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Azriel spoke in a low voice, though there was a breathless note to his words. His hands tightened on her hips. “Always taking me so well.”

She loved when he talked through it—when it got so good that even the quiet shadowsinger couldn’t hold his tongue.

The corners of her mouth curled, teeth finding her bottom lip to keep from grinning all to widely, but suddenly, Azriel leaned forward from where he knelt between her thighs, and her grin slipped at the change in his angle. A choked sound left her, but it didn’t travel far, as Azriel caught it with his mouth.

His lips claimed hers in a deep kiss, one of his hands travelling up her body to curl loosely around her throat, and when he pulled back far enough for his tongue to travel along the edge of her jaw, she couldn’t suppress a shiver.

A soft moan left her when his lips found the shell of her ear, hot puffs of breath forcing goosebumps to arise on her skin.

“I wish you could see what it’s like to fuck you, my love,” he whispered, teeth finding her earlobe. “It’s indescribable.”

She smiled at that. “Is that an invitation?”

Azriel gave another long roll of his hips, and she failed to suppress a moan at the depth of him.

This time, when he spoke, she could hear the smile in his voice. “With you, it’s always an invitation.”

She concentrated on his mind then, and as she reached out across their bond to run her lips along the solid mental shields he kept in place, she felt him shudder against her.

His shields opened just wide enough for her to slip through, and she felt a moan pass her lips as she wrapped her mind around his, weaving through his thoughts, tasting his emotions.

He kissed her hard, their tongues slipping against each other, and his groan vibrated though her.

It was when he retreated back to his knees that he shared with her the sight of what lay before him.

She breathed a moan at the sight, and she felt his desire burning through her like fire, mixing with hers, amplifying when he moved his hands back to her hips to hold her in place as he withdrew from deep inside her.

Her legs lay draped over his thighs, her arms stretched over her head to bare her body to him, wrists tied to the headboard. He wanted to run his hands over her body, wanted to bite the soft flesh of her breasts, and run his tongue down her front until it would find the sweetness between her thighs.

She tasted herself on her tongue as Azriel recalled the memory of what had happened earlier that evening, of her moans as he’d sucked on her, as he’d licked her and held her thighs open for pleasure to overwhelm her.

He’d loved every second of it, and she could feel his desire to repeat it after this. She always tasted a bit different after he’d fucked her.

He ran his palms up her body, and she marvelled at the contrast of scarred palms on smooth skin, of wide, rough fingers cupping the supple flesh of her breasts. She felt a wave of pleasure at the sight, at the way he held her, kneaded her—the way his fingers rolled her nipples. She couldn’t keep track if it was her own pleasure she felt, but she arched her back to push her chest deeper into his palms, and she saw the result through his eyes—her head tilted back to reveal the delicate curve of her throat, her lips parted in a moan he could feel in his loins.

You’re a work of art, my love, she heard him purr in his mind, the words wrapping around her like a blanket.Watch.

Her cheeks heated at the sight of his length gliding back inside, gliding deeper and deeper until their hips were flush. She thought she heard herself moan with the intrusion, but above all, she sensed Azriel’s desire to take her harder. He wanted to fuck into her over and over again, wanted to hear her skin slap against his, wanted to see her writhe in pleasure before him.

She watched her own hands pull harder on her restraints, the muscles of her thighs flexing at the images she found flickering through Azriel’s mind.

Do it, Az, she whispered into his mind like the voice of temptation. Take me.

At once, Azriel’s palms slipped down the length of her body to settle on her hips once again, and at the first harsh snap of his hips, his fingers dug into her flesh to pull her into his thrust.

Her back arched off the mattress, a guttural groan breaking from her throat as he set a hard rhythm that had her hands move to wrap around the bars of the headboard for more leverage.

Azriel’s mind began to grow hazy with pleasure, and as she watched through his eyes as he fucked her body, she fucked his mind in return.

She poured all her desire into him, set the bond aglow with her want, and laced herself into each of his thoughts until she couldn’t tell where she stopped and Azriel began.

When he closed his eyes to tilt his head back for a choked groan to break from his throat, Azriel cut off her sight for just a moment.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” he panted, his voice only a breath mixed in with the orchestra of their bodies, and she loved the note of desperation it held—like she alone had the power to drag him to the very edge of control.

When he looked back down at her, she watched the way her body fought to meet his thrusts, though her quivering muscles made it harder and harder the longer it went on.

The sounds were falling from her lips freely now, and she felt the little shocks they sent down his spine each time. He liked her whimpers most of all, liked when her back curled off the mattress and her hips began to twitch between his palms.

She watched through his eyes as Azriel moved his hand to the soft flesh of her lower belly, and when he pressed down just hard enough for her to feel the pressure of him deep inside of her, she came with a moan that bordered on a sob.

She clung to his mind as she writhed beneath him, and when Azriel followed her with a tight grip on her hips and a desperate groan, she could feel his own pleasure mix with hers until every last inch of her mind was glowing with it.

He leaned forward then, once again changing the angle as his hips urged closer to hers, and when his lips met hers, she gasped at the sudden contact.

He pressed her deep into the pillows, and she felt the way her body twitched against him, waves of aftershock rolling through her as he brushed against her most sensitive parts.

My love, Azriel’s voice rang through her mind as he trailed his nose along her cheekbone, brushing against the fabric of her blindfold as he did so.

She didn’t know how long they’d lain like that, but her breathing had calmed a bit, her muscles no longer shaking but rather deliciously sore. She felt his fingers move to untie the rope that held her, and when she was free, she lifted her hands to his cheeks and pulled him back into a deep kiss.

Bit by bit, she untangled herself from his thoughts, from his emotions, his innermost being, and as she retreated from his mind, she felt the last waves of love he sent after her before his mental shields closed and only the bond was left to thrum with what they’d shared.

Neither one of them wanted to break the kiss, but when Azriel gently tugged the blindfold from her face, she couldn’t help but pull back and meet his gaze. She’d longed to see his eyes. They were always the best part—the windows to his mind whenever she wasn’t wrapped up in him.

“You’re amazing,” Azriel said quietly, big hands framing her face as he breathed a sweet kiss to her lips. “To feel what you feel, it’s … breath-taking. No one’s ever fucked me like that,” he added with a teasing grin.

She couldn’t help the giggle that passed her lips when she wrapped sluggish arms around his neck.

“Glad to hear I can be of service,” she spoke softly, twirling one of the longer strands of his hair around her finger. “But I’m sure my brother would have done you a solid if you’d asked.”

Azriel growled deep in his chest, a pained expression entering his face. “Maybe don’t talk about your brother right after some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Aw, the best sex?” She grinned up at him. “Stop, Azzie, or I might blush.”

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sweetcarolina-24 · 28 days

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I Hate You (Azriel x Reader)

Summary// You and Azriel are sent on a mission to your old camp. A torturous place that you would rather forget, now open to the male you hate most

Note: i apologize for taking so long to fill this request!!

Request: id love to read azriel teaching illyrian reader how to use her wings in the bedroom, maybe they're back from a mission and go to his place in the woods, i think it would be fun a little bit of enemies to lovers. xoxoxo @chersdaughtersc

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It was incredible, the way one man could bring down the mood of any room he stepped into simply by being. This time was no exception to the talent of the Shadowsinger as the two of you stood before your High Lord, who was currently briefing you on your upcoming mission.

Together.

The thought was enough to send your wings tightening, folding impossibly closer to your body as you desperately wanted to rid yourself of his presence. It was unbelievable, the way in which Rhysand was dicussing the two of you being together like it was no problem at all, like the time you spent in the Spymasters company wasn't going to make you want to rip your hair out.

Azriel was positively infuriating, his entire demenor screaming arrogance in a way that told you the male had never been told no, that he was used to those around him practically kissing the ground he walked on in fear.

But not you.

You were the first and only one not to immediately cower before him, staring him dead in the eyes as he looked you over after Emerie had introduced you. Not an ounce of fear lay within you when you faced him, his aura matching the males you'd grown up with, an aura that you'd become numb and unfeeling to.

You figured that was why he'd always hated you, despising the way his presence had no effect on you. You'd stopped caring after weeks of trying with him, realizing that he wasn't worth it.

Since that day, he'd made sure you didn't forget the hatred he held for you, continuing with the distasteful looks even as you climbed the ranks within Rhysand's court.

As you stood before Rhys, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, waiting for the High Lord to dismiss the two of you. The second you were out of earshot, you whipped around to face Azriel, who was following closely behind you.

Halting his steps, he looked down at you with disdain as his words dripped with poison. "Do not mess this up, y/n. Whatever feelings you may have, you keep them to yourself. Got it?"

You glared at him, confused by his words as the urge to slap him for speaking to you as if you were a small child grew. "And what feelings would those be, Shadowsinger?"

He arched a brow, a cruel smile playing at his lips as he realized the crucial bit of the breifing that you'd missed. "Wysteria. That's where Rhys has us going. Tell me, do you always listen this poorly while your High Lord is giving you direct orders?"

His words became distant as time itself began to slow. Your heart was beating wildly against your head as your wings flared behind you, a phantom burning spreading along the delicate membrane. Breathing became difficult as your eyes flashed with fear, reminders of you past home flooding you in waves.

When Emrie had found you all those years ago, she'd understood your desire to forget your old home, opting to stray away from those horrors in conversations. Because of this, no one in the Inner Circle knew of the camp you'd once called home.

Except for him.

You were unsure how Azriel had found out about that part of your life, but based on the manner in which he was speaking to you, you had a feeling that a name was all he knew. It was common knowledge that women in Illyrian camps were treated poorly, that they were often abused.

And you had been no different.

The only thing that separated you from those females was the ability to fly, your wings never having been clipped.

It was tradition in your camp to teach young girls to fly, show them the joy of the sky before ripping it away, a cruel display of power that left many of the females broken and in a puddle of dispare.

You, however, had managed to escape before that, finding Emerie in the woods that day and fleeing to Velaris with her. You'd refused to speak a word of your camp for fear of being dragged back, even as you knew that the males of your camp would hesitate strongly before attempting to come after you when you had become close with the Inner Circle.

Even with protection surrounding you, you'd lived in fear for years, throwing yourself into your training and allowing it to become a part of you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by hands gripping your arms, shaking you softly. Time seemed to resume as Azriels voice filtered into your ears.

"Y/n?"

His hazel eyes were locked on yours, undertones of worry lying within them.

His earlier words seemed to catch up with you as you found yourself shaking his hands from your body, glaring at him. "Tell me: could you possibly get any more insufferable?"

You turned, noticing the way his face fell before his familiar scowl appeared as he shook his head. You paid him no mind as you made your way back to your chambers, swiftly closing your door before crumpling to the floor, mind becoming overwhelemed with feelings that were becoming harder and harder to suppress. Your breathing was becoming increasingly rapid as your body launched into a full-on panic.

It took you a few moments to remember Emerie's familiar words, using her past guidance to pull yourself out of your panic attack. She'd caught you like this only once before, shortly after she'd found you. She recognized your destress and was quick to talk you through it, providing you with tricks she used for herself when the memories became too much.

After a few more deep breaths, you rose from your spot on the floor before making your way to your bathroom, where you proceeded to splash cold water on your face, pulling yourself back to reality.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you could see a glimps of the girl you once were, frightened of the world you were forced into and unable to escape the darkness that surrounded you.

Frowning, you exitied the room before making your way to your armory, pulling your well-loved bag from its respective spot and filling it with your essential belongings.

It wasn't long before you found yourself throwing the sack over your shoulder as you made your way to the door, wings pulling in closer to your frame as a chill ran up your spine.

You braced yourself before exiting and heading down to meet Azriel.

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The cool breeze of the Illyrian mountains was unmatched as you squinted against the wind that was currently bitting at your face. Azriel had said nothing to you when you'd met him in his study, not bothering to even spare you a second look as he shoved past you and out the door.

You'd given him much the same courtesy as you took to the sky without waiting for him to even shut the front door behind your bodies. It was like muscle memory as you allowed your wings to guide you home, allowing your brain to become temporarily numb as you braced yourself for the mental turmoil you were about to face.

It wasn't until you passed the snow-covered rock where Emerie had found you that you fell back, allowing the Shadowsinger to take the lead as he took on the last stretch of sky that separated you from your old camp.

Your breaths became ragged as you felt your body decending, slowly taking you to the ground where you would be met with your dark past. Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths, only opening them once more when you heard Azriel's feet land atop the snow.

You were surprised to find the Spymaster watching you closely from where he stood, nodding to you only once before heading into the camp.

Immediately, you were met with two males, one of whom you recognized to be the camp's leader. The male who flanked him eyed you as Azriel made contact, snearing as he took in your wings, still fully intact.

The feeling sent a pit sliding into your stomach as your wings pulled closer to your body, the urge to flee flaring in your mind until it took everything in you not to run.

You opted to let Azriel do the talking as the males led you to one of the larger cabins, worried your voice would give away the magnitude of your fear as you followed closely behind Azriel.

As the cabin door was shut behind you, you felt a familiar feeling of panic rise within you, your breaths uneven as you worked to keep yourself calm. You were aware of a conversation occurring around you, although you heard nothing, locked in your own thoughts and unable to escape the hold they had on you.

It wasn't until Azriel stiffened beside you that you noticed the other males in the room watching you, the new camp leader's lips pulled down as the male still beside him smirked.

"Answer me, girl. Why is it that there are mumbles outside of you belonging to us?"

Your spine steeled as your heart began to race. "I belong to no one, sir."

He cocked a brow, eyes flicking to your wings. "Doesn't everyone, though, dear?"

It was your turn to be confused as you waited for him, internally cringing at the harsh words you knew were to come.

"If you survived with your wings intact, then you must be spreading your legs for the right people."

Your mouth fell open, knowing something horrid was going to come from him, yet not expecting that. You felt your eyes widden as Azriel's frame stepped in front of you, his large body blocking most of you from view.

His voice was a low growl, one that sent a chill up your spine as he spoke, tone growing dark. "Best that you not forget that you are speaking to a highly decorated member of your High Lords personal, hand-picked court, Bastian."

"You expect me to believe that this female got as far as she did without giving herself to at least one person in that damns court?"

He spat the words out as if they were poison on his tounge, the sting of them making you recoill.

Azriel was quick to respond. "Watch. Your. Tounge." he paused, the howling wind outside becoming the only thing to be heard, "I have no qualms with making an example out of you in front of your entire camp if you can't learn to speak to her with respect."

The male beside Bastian stepped up, snarling at Azriel even as the older male beside him placed a hand on his arm, attempting to calm him. The way Azriel was protecting you was sending your mind spinning, unsure of what he was doing as utter suprise took over.

Hearing his words, Bastian's sickening words sparked a flame within you that had you stepping around Azriel as you glared at the males before you. "I'll not be spoken to in such a manor nor will I be spoken for. If you are unable to remember your place, Bastian, I will remind you of it, and you will lose every ounce of fear you've worked to kindle in this camp. Before long, you will be nothing, so choose your words wisely."

The younger male again looked as though he might speak as he snarled at you, but before he could, Bastian stopped him, the old man's eyes conveying his understanding as he seemed to calculate his next move. He merely nodded before resuming his conversation with Azriel.

Adrenaline was coursing through you heavily as you waited for the males to finish, once again losing interest and no longer listening. You thanked the Mother as Azriel nodded towards Bastian, turning to follow the male as he made his way to the cabin door.

It took every ounce of strength within you to keep your head up as you left, doing your best not to appear scared even as the men sneared and women gawked. As you reached the edge of the camp, you turned back, surveying the land behind you and making a silent promise that you would one day return, would one day liberate the women of this camp before turning others.

You lept into the sky, working to catch up to Azriel, who had already taken off. The world became small as you leveled off, falling back so that you could have some space.

The wind on your face was a sweet reminder of the life you'd almost lost, the life you got to live every day because of the horrors you'd escaped.

Your peace was, however, short-lived as an arrow went flying past you, your body whipping around to find the source.

Far bellow, just outside of the camp, was a group of males, all of which had their weapons aimed at you. Your mouth opened as you prepared to call out to Azriel, his name becoming a cry as an arrow peirced the membrane of your wing.

A blinding pain shot through your body as you began to fall, wind thrashing at your body as you careened towards the ground.

"Azriel!"

His name fell from your lips like a broken cry, one that you could only hope the male heard as you seemed to fall faster.

You could swear the sound of your name reached you, sounding broken and mangled seconds before your body slammed into something, vision going black.

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Warmth was the only thing you could feel as a dim light shone throughout the room. Gingerly, you lifted your head, surveying the room and finding that you were sitting in an open room, body poised before a roaring fire. Looking to the window, you found nothing but snow and darkness.

You had no idea where you were, only remembering the arrow piercing your wing.

At the reminder, a pain shot through your wing, one that sent you wincing as you attempted to sit up. A movement in the corner of the room caught your eye, sending fear shooting through you as you attempted to clear your groggy thoughts.

Seeming to sense this, Azriel slowly came into the room, hands full of items you couldn't quite see.

"Sit back, y/n. You move much more, and this is going to be a lot harder."

Swallowing, you felt your cheeks redden at his words, obyeing him without a second thought. You blamed the events of the day for your willingness to comply, not wanting to dive too deep into any other possible reason.

Careful not to disturb your form, the Shadowsinger olaced himself on the floor next to you, setting out pastes and an assortment of other liquids before dropping a roll of bandages to the floor.

While he was arranging the items, you mustered up the nerve to ask the question begging to be asked.

"What happened?" You paused as his body seemed to tighten, "Where are we?"

His gaze never strayed from the items before him as he spoke, words dark. "You got shot." He paused, and you could've sworn the male was angry, body practically shaking, "I was able to catch you before you hit the ground, but your wing... the arrow when straight through." You could feel yourself paling, "and this," he gestured to the room, "is one of Rhysand’s many cabins littered throughout the mountains."

Finally, Azriel looked up, seeing the horror in your face, his hand inched towards you, haulting mere inches away as he seemed to remember himself, pulling his hand back to his lap.

"They will be punished, y/n. I can assure you of that. The second you're back home, I'm - "

He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly.

The phantom of the arrow was all you could feel as you fought back the urge to hurl, not wanting to accept yet what had happened, what may still happen to your wings.

"Are they okay?"

Your voice broke as Azriel looked to you, seeming to understand the direction of your thoughts.

He inhaled deeply, "I think they should be okay, but I need to get the wound cleaned and wrapped."

Your eyes widened as you met his gaze, hearing the underlying question in his words.

He needed to touch your wings.

Your face heated as flutters errupted in your stomach, "Azriel, no. You can't, that's not a good idea."

He shook his head, "Y/n, I have to. You can't do it yourself."

Your mouth was open and ready to argue, but you were quickly cut off as he spoke up, "It doesn't mean anything. We are both adults here, y/n."

Your mouth closed as you watched him, mentally battling whether or not fighting him was a good idea, not wanting to make the situation any more weird. Taking a deep breath, you nodded, allowing him to move behind you.

His touch was gentle as he touched your wing, carefully opening it as he inspected the torn membrane.

The air in your lungs escaped you, having previously been trapped without your notice. The effects of him were immediate as heat began running through your body at lightning speed.

You could feel the male behind you working, rubbing a combination of tonics onto your wing in an attempt to heal the wound faster.

And faster indeed.

That was what you needed right now, for him to be faster. But as minutes seemed to stretch for hours, your body became increasingly more heated. A throbbing erupted between your legs as Azriel brushed a particularly sensitive part of your wing, the feeling sending you shifting uncomfortably on the floor. You knew he could scent your arousal, his form tensing behind you, fingers pausing momentarily before he grabbed for the bandages and began wrapping your wing.

Your nipples pebbled beneath your leathers, tightening and becoming desperate for friction. You needed this to end, needed to escape the overwhelming feeling of need corsing through your body.

Seeming to sense this, Azriel quickly wrapped the remainder of the material around your wing, tying it off before hurriedly removing his hands from your body.

Now, sitting in the scilence of the room, you could hear the volume of your own heavy breathing, kin to the one behind you.

You made to move, wanting to stand up and apologize profusely before finding the nearest room to lock yourself in. As you attempted to do so, a pair of hands locked on your hips, holding you to the floor as you squirmed.

"Y/n, please. Just- just give it a minute."

You arched a brow, ready to argue with him when you felt it.

A prodding at your lower back coming from between his legs. You froze, mind trying to catch up.

He was aroused, just as much as you were.

The thought seemed impossible to you, one so far off that it was nearly laughable. The male seated behind you hated you, and you him.

But did you?

Did this change anything? Were your feelings of need just from the touches against your wings, or did you need him?

Swallowing, you attempted to beat back the answer, not wanting to admit to the attraction you felt towards the male behind you, despite the way he made you see red.

Your movements were not your own as you slowly began to grind back on him, mind blaming your actions on the involentary horny state of your body. The grip on your hips tightened as you moved, and yet, they didn't push you away.

Turning, you found the male blushing, cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment even as his eyes darkened with something entirely different.

"Y/n..."

You shook your head, carefully twisting your body so that you were facing him, your core now grinding against his member. Lowering your head, you halted, lips only a hairsbreath away from each other as you watched the way his head tilted up in acceptance.

"I hate you."

Those were the only words you could muster as your lips collided. The way in which his mouth moved against yours was utterly intoxicating, the feeling setting your body alight with a newer and much deeper kind of need.

His tounge brushed against the seam of your lips, your mouth opening to him in answer and your tounges tangled, tasting each other feverishly.

By the time you finally separated, you were practically gasping for breath, finding that Azriel's chest was rising and falling in a similar manor.

His voice was a low rumble that sent chills up your spine as his hands gripped your hips roughly, "I can entertain that. I hate you too, y/n."

His mouth was back on your in seconds, hands moving your body against the hard parts of his own. Your hands trailed along his neck until they were tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

Azriel's hands moved swiftly, pulling your legs around his waist before rising to his feet. Sucking in a breath of air, you pulled back slightly, watching the way his eyes flaired as he watched you closely. You were surprised by his strength. The way in which he lifted you like you were nothing did strange things to your body, things that left you rolling your hips against his own.

Azriel eagerly nipped at your neck, slowly kissing his way down the soft skin, the feeling of his scrapping teeth sending your back arching.

He began to move, making his way into a bedroom before kicking the door shut. Your hands fell from his hair as you began to tear at his clothes, desperate to remove them as the thought of him shirtless and pounding into you filled your mind.

Without warning, he slammed you up against the wall, narrowly missing your injury as he pulled back from your body, mouth leaving its place above your clothed breast.

With a hand hooked under your ass, his other hand gathered your wrists, pulling them until they were raised high above your head, pinned down in the same way your body was.

You were left completely at his mercy as your chest rose and fell feverishly. Gently, the male dropped your legs to the floor as the hand that had previously been supporting you grasped a handful of your waistband, yaking your hips forward.

Cocking a brow, Azriel bent down, conecting your lips for a moment before his low voice filled the air.

"You sure you want this, y/n?" His tongue darted out, dragging along your lower lip.

You shuttered, speaking with as even of a voice as you could muster, "Yes. Yes, I'm sure."

As the last of your sentence escaped you, you found your hips bucking into his hand, the movement brushing against his hardend cock. You made a show of rubbing yourself on him, one that he watched with an intense gaze before his eyes flared to you.

“Are you trying to test my patience, Mouse? Are you that desperate to be fucked that you would sleep with me?”

His chest was rising and falling swiftly, his nostrils flairng and eyes wild as you stared at him with an equal amount of hunger.

His stalling was doing nothing to settle the throbbing between your legs. Hurt or not, you needed to satisfy your body, and with his teasing, you found yourself becoming increasingly frustrated.

“I suggest putting that mouth to better use, Shadowsinger, lest I go and find someone-“

He’s on you before you can even finish your sentence, hands pulling at the strings of your leathers as his mouth works to remove the air from your lungs.

The crisp air against your thighs is a welcome feeling as Azriel works to remove your pants, leaving your core bare to him save for the laced panties you dawned.

You shudder beneath his gaze, whimpering as his rough fingers caress your clothed center. The feeling of his hands on you is enough to set your body alight, needing him to satisfy the deep craving you now had for him. You had a feeling, however, that the the Shadowsinger would not be giving you what you wanted immediately, the glint in his eyes promising emense pleasure that would be granted on his time and only when he pleased.

You were ready to beg for his touch, your hips aching to move closer to him but unable to do so with his hand brushing along the fabric of your panties. His touch was light, barely a whisper of feeling, yet it was one you didn't dare defy.

He smirked, seeming to hear your thoughts as if they were his own, "Are you beginning to understand how this game works, Mouse?"

You nodded, your arousal driving you mad as you answered him, "Yes."

He seemed satisfied with your answer, clearly not expecting you to continue as the part of you that revealed in arguing with the male came forward.

"But just remember, Azriel," Your eyes caught on the way his jaw ticked at the sound of his name rolling off your tounge, "Games hold two players with equal power. My turn will come eventually."

His brow arched at your words, fingers brushing past the band of your panties and finding you slick as he strategically flicked your clit. Involuntarily, you sucked in a breath that had a low rumble escaping the male befoe you.

"Even so, y/n," he spat your name out the same way you had his, watching, feeling the way your body responded to your name, "I have the power," his fingers sunk with ease into your core as you gasped, hands desperate to be released from where they were still held high above your head, "And even when your turn comes, I think you'll find that that stays much the same."

And with that, he removed his fingers before plunging them deep into your cunt, his dark eyes scanning your face as he seemed to soak up every response your body released until you were shaking for him. You could do nothing but moan, his name falling from your lips despite your best efforts to keep it in.

It wasn't long before he found that sweet spot within you, fingers reaching it with every thrust as his calloused thumb brushed against your clit. You wondered how in the world this man was unmated, unclaimed, when one look from him was enough to send most females to their knees, desperate for his touch and attention.

You found yourself completely at his mercy, nearing the edge and begging for your own release.

"Az... please." Your eyes squeezed shut at a particularly rough thrust, pleasure overwhelming your body, "I'm so fucking close, I need-"

You were cut off by his lips as he kissed you roughly, fingers withdrawing from your warmth. Your eyes flew open, ready to argue with the male who was now watching you with a smirk that sent heat pooling in your lower belly.

"I don't think so." You watched the way his fingers sunk into his mouth as he cleaned the taste of you from them, "The first time you come calling my name, Mouse, will be wrapped around my cock."

His words did something to your body, sent you into a feral state that sent you lunging for him, lips connecting as you worked to pull sounds you didn't know Azriel was capable of making from him. Your hands tangled in his hair, his grip on you faltering as your body demanded control.

Your feet began to guide you are you slowly backed him to the bed, pushing him until he fell back, neither one of you ever breaking eye contact.

The bed sunk as you climbed atop him, hands working to remove his clothes until he was bare before you, a sight that sent your core clenching around the crisp air.

His cock was hard, the tip a bright red that left your mouth watering as you thought of all the things you wanted to do. Azriel let out a low chuckle, one that told you he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"One thing at a time, y/n." He sat up, kissing you before removing your top, eyes widdening at the sight of your bare breasts as he captured one in his mouth, sucking the soft bud roughly before looking back at you as he resumed his position on the bed, "And right now," he paused, lining himself with your entrance, "I want this."

And with that final sentence, he pulled you down, plunging himself deep within you and sending your eyes rolling back. A loud moan escaped him, the sound causing your skin to pebble as you soaked up the feeling of him. He was bigger than he looked, your pussy clenching around him as you felt every vein and line, the feeling only fueling your need for him.

Looking down at Azriel, you found him waiting - surprisingly patiently - for you to adjust enough to begin moving.

Bending down, you kissed him slowly, hips beginning to move up and down as you worked him. His grip on your hips tightened as you began moving down his body until you were kissing his chest, leaving small marks as you went.

You weren't sure what you expected, but riding the Shadowsinger certainly wasn't on your mind when you woke up this morning. Even so, you couldn't complain, the feeling of him moving inside of you unlike anything you'd ever experienced before.

You could tell that as much as Azriel was enjoying you riding him, that he wanted you beneath him, wanted the power that went with that.

Cauldron only knows why, but the primal part of you wanted that, too. Wanted him dominating you, demanding pleasure from your body.

Purposefully, you lengthened your movements, slowing your pace, desperate to piss him off. It didn't take long, a low growl escaping him as he gripped you firmly, flipping your bodies before slamming into you.

His hips were relentless as they pistoned into your cunt, his pace leaving you with no choice but to hold on, nails biting into his back as you took everything he gave you.

His fingers brushed along your wings, tracing unseen patterns that had your back arching from the bed as you did your best to resist the overwhelming need to come. It seemed, however, that Azriel was unwilling to let you prolong your pleaure, hands deftly brushing against the most sensitive part of your wings.

Your pussy clenched, a scream tearing its way from your throat as you came, white-hot bliss covering you as euphoria set in. Azriel's breathing became ragged in your ear, movements becoming sloppy as he panted, spilling inside of you.

You'd never felt so full as you both stayed still, waiting, not wanting to move - not wanting to break this bubble of peace.

Slowly, your hands fell from his back as you flatened out on your back, looking into his dark eyes, unable to formulate any sort of sentence.

His gaze met yours, the male seeming to battle some sort of internal war that sent your heart hammering in your chest as your mind caught up to you, understanding the weight of what you'd done.

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i wish tumblr let us save things to collections

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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Never Let You Go

Summary - It was tradition in your family: to go on a night flight

Warnings - Just some good ol' fluff :)

A/N - Part of my Ocean Eyes Series, this is where Alec is 3 years old!

As soon as Azriel opened the door gently, toeing off his boots to put along the shoe rack that was against the wall, he heard the soft pattering of feet running his way, having him break into a smile so wide.

"Daddy!"

He looked just in time as his legs were locked together by tiny arms, chuckling as a tiny body was against his legs and a pair of bright blue eyes looking right at him in excitement. He beamed, seeing the tiny Illyrian boy peer up at him as if he hung the moon. It was the same boy that he would work long hours for, go on treacherous missions with his life on the line, merely to give him a bright and safe future.

His 3 year old, Alec Rhysand.

"I've missed you, daddy!" He said in his tiny but mighty voice. Azriel's smile was massive now as he scooped up his son in his arms, tickling his side to hear Alec giggle while he held him close.

"I've missed you more, Alec. Were you good for your momma?"Azriel asked him as his son nodded.

"Uh-huh! I got to help her plant some flowers from Aunty Elaine today!" He said in excitement, "They're called sunflowers, they're Aunty Elaine's favorite!"

"That's nice of you!" Azriel said in a hum, placing his son back on the floor, "Where is your momma?"

"She's working on your birthday present!" He said excitedly, but he then slammed his mouth shut and covered his mouth with his fingers "I wasn't supposed to tell you! It's a surprise!" He said in a muffle behind his fingers.

Azriel kissed the top of his head, "Your secret's safe with me, buddy. Promise. You wanna go tell momma I'm home so I don't peak?"

Alec nodded excitedly, rushing off with his little feet down the small hallway to the shared bedroom as Azriel shrugged off his leathers. There was something about this little life, coming home after being away for hours on end to see his mate and son, having a small little home to hide away in from the chaos around him, he never thought he would ever want this. Truthfully, he never thought he could have this life, it seemed like a fever dream to him for centuries. To watch his loved ones have their families, to have their fairytale lives, Azriel coveted them at times.

Not anymore, not with this life he had now.

He inhaled your sweet scent as you walked into the living room, seeing you brought another wave of happiness as you grinned widely at him. He pulled you in his arms, breathing you in to breathe in the scent of soil and lavender along your skin, along with the coffee you recently had. You hummed, kissing his cheek as he peered at you lovingly.

"I've missed you today," he hummed.

"As did I," You replied, then pausing as you searched his eyes, "Feyre told me you were doing some recon today?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary, trust me" He reassured you, seeing the small hint of concern as he squeezed your hand in his, "Just whispers that Rhysand wanted to confirm were true,"

You knew he would never lie to you when it came to his Spymaster duties and what he had to do, but you also knew that he could only tell you so much before the rest was confidential. Azriel was more than capable of taking care of himself when it came to spying or going on missions, he's done far too many for you to keep track. Then again, knowing him for so long and seeing him become the Spymaster of Night Court, you have also seen him get into way too close calls. Even coming home shaken to his core or a bit bloody from a mission going wrong, you still trusted him. There was no other being in any court that you trust more than your mate.

"Whispers?" You repeated, Azriel smiling and leaning in to kiss you sweetly. You hummed against his lips, feeling him pull you in a pinch closer to take your breath away. You had to give him credit, he knew how to distract you, which was a good tactic for a Spymaster to use to get what he wanted.

He barely pulled away, his lips brushing against your own as he grinned, "Whispers. I promise you,"

Though you eyed him you finally grinned and playfully pushed him away, hearing him laugh as you placed your hands on your hips, "I have dinner nearly done in the oven, and Nesta wants us to join her and Cassian at the House of Wind for dinner tomorrow night,"

"That should be fine," Azriel hummed as he ruffled his hair and followed you into the kitchen, seeing you poke your head in the oven to check on the chicken that was roasting and shift around the vegetables with a spoon, "Nesta's far along with her pregnancy isn't she?"

"She's due very soon," You explained, "I'm going to get some herbs together for her and cook her some meals too since I know it'll be harder for her to do it herself,"

"My wife, the saint," Azriel joked with you, though he ducked his head just in time as you threw a hand towel in his direction. He admired you wanting to help Nesta with her pregnancy, the news was a shock in all of the Inner Circle when Nesta made the announcement. After the shock diminished within a second, it was replaced with pure joy and happiness for her and Cassian, who was beaming with pride and giddiness. Nesta had plenty of questions and concerns about being a new mother, even with you and Feyre giving her plenty of advice and wisdom to soothe her worries. In the end, as her belly grew, so did her love for her unborn child.

She was determined she was having a boy, but Cassian shook his head at that theory, "It's a girl, I just know it,"

After Azriel and Alec washed up and helped set the table, the three of you were sitting around your cramped table and enjoying the dinner you made as the moon was slowly rising over the mountaintop, the stars finally making their appearance while the sun was now set over the bay. You watched Alec attempt to take a massive bite from the chicken, giving him a stern look as he was about to tear it with his teeth.

"Remember to use your fork, okay?" You reminded him calmly, seeing him nod as he grabbed his utensil.

"Sorry, momma," He replied, you then ruffling his hair as Azriel cleared his throat.

"Alec, Aunt Nesta, and Uncle Cassian invited us to dinner at their house tomorrow night," he informed your son, who perked up at the mention of his Aunt and Uncle, "You think we can bring them some food too?"

"Sure! I can make them the stew Aunty Nesta likes!" He said with a smile, "Is Aunty Nesta gonna have her baby soon?"

"It's almost time for that, buddy," You explained to him carefully, "But it's getting harder for her to do things now, so we're going to help her out as much as we can before the baby comes,"

"Oh, I can lift things for her since I'm strong! See?" Alec asked, flexing his tiny muscles in his arms. You giggled as Azriel smiled widely.

"You're quite strong, Alec. " Azriel hummed, reaching over to touch his arm and looking at his son in shock, "I think you're stronger than your Uncles!"

Alec laughed and hid his smile behind his tiny hands, you watching your mate and son having their interaction together with love in your eyes. Your meals together were always like this: light and filled with laughter of some sort. It was on purpose, of course, both you and Azriel loved making your meals with your son joyful. No matter how crazy your days were and how cramped your schedules were, dinner time was sacred for the three of you. A time to reconnect and to catch up on each other's days, a time to lean on each other when times were a little together.

But most of all, it was a time to simply fill each other up again.

"Daddy, can we go flying tonight?" Alec asked as he took a smaller bite from his chicken, Azriel eyeing him first before he looked over at you. You smiled, taking a bit from your plate as your son was waiting for an answer from his father. You felt it in the bond, the feeling of excitement and joy your mate was feeling with the thought of flying with his son in his arms. It was one of his new favorite things to do with Alec, almost a tradition of sorts. Once Alec was big enough to not be in a sling or strapped against you, either you or Azriel would hold him close and fly with him amongst the stars along the countryside. He was far too small to be taken high in the sky, but you both would take him high enough to see the city below and to look at the sea.

"Are you sure you wanna go fly?" Azriel asked, almost in a teasing tone since he knew the answer right away while Alec nodded his head rapidly and you hummed fondly.

"Remember what we talked about, Alec. It's up to your dad and if he wants to fly since he's been working all day today," You reminded your son, who looked at you earnestly and then back at Azriel. You could see from your spot at the table that Alec's eyes were shining in hope, a small little tactic that he would use on either one of you to get his way. Although he wasn't a spoiled child, nor was he rude, he was cute and would use that to his advantage from time to time.

"Please, daddy? Please?" Alec asked him, his blue eyes shining under the dining room light and the look of pure innocence on his face as Azriel smiled from ear to ear. If he could, he would give his son the world and then some, simply because he loved his son far too much. Far more than himself. To see his son grow every day, to watch him develop and make his path with the guidance of his mother and father, Azriel could not be more proud of Alec.

"As long as you help clear the table, then we can fly," Azriel said to him with a nod, Alec nearly jumped straight up in the air in glee as he fell out of his chair and rushed to Azriel. He hugged him close, Azriel chuckled as tiny arms were around him.

"Thank you, Daddy!" He said against Azriel's shirt, then grabbed Azriel's finished plate and walked a bit too briskly to the kitchen sink. You eyed your mate, seeing him slightly shrug from the stare you were giving him.

"You can't say no to him, can you?" You asked him in a teasing manner, though Azriel knew you meant well with your words.

"I don't have the heart to," Azriel confessed, you two gazing at each other as if you were young lovers all over again. However, the moment was short-lived as the sound of clattering dishes in the sink was heard.

"Sorry, Momma!" You heard. Both you and Azriel trying to contain your laughter.

"Alright, you got your jacket on?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Remember, what are my rules about flying with me?"

"I can't let go of you, I can't wiggle too much, and….and…". Alec paused, concentrating a bit too hard while he stood right in front of your cottage. You were shrugging on your jacket as Azriel knelt to tuck in the jacket Alec was wearing a bit more. He smiled at his son, who was now looking at his father for the last rule.

"Have fun, remember?" Azriel asked him, Alec giggling as he nodded his head, "And remember what I tell you every time we fly?"

"That you won't let me go!" Alec replied with no hesitation. Azriel felt his heart swell from hearing his son say that, ruffling his hair as he peered into his son's eyes.

"I will never let you go," He reassured Alec.

It was the first thing Azriel ever said to Alec when he took him flying for the first time. When Alec was a small babe, swaddled in his arms and looked up at his father in wonder as Azriel peered down at his infant child. He loved holding Alec when he was younger, finding every excuse to keep his child tucked close to him and feel his heartbeat and warmth. You remembered the very first time, Alec was a few months old and was acting rather fussy for you since you were trying to put him down for the night. It was his suggestion to hold him while flying, though he saw you were petrified at the thought of your son being so high up. So he opted to simply hover over the ground, the soft rhythm was making Alec beyond sleepy as he fought to stay awake and watch his father with immense love in his eyes.

Azriel kissed the top of his infant son's head as Alec fell asleep, whispering against his head, "I'll never let you go,"

Azriel picked up Alec, his hands under his armpits as Alec already shot out his hands in preparation. Azriel's wings were out and stretched at the ready, Alec already kicking in excitement while you were standing near the small garden that was to the side of the house.

"You ready?" Azriel asked, Alec giggled and nodded his head. Azriel then took to the air with one swoop of his wings, Alec laughing as he was now soaring by the tops of the trees and dipping downwards to catch some speed. Azriel made it look so easy, the way he would glide in the air with swift movements and precise turns, yet at the same time he wasn't going too fast for his son who was laughing and screeching.

"Go Daddy!" You could hear Alec yelling in delight as Azriel was getting a bit higher now, right over the cottage as he was making massive circles around the clearing and grassland where your home was. Alec had no sense of fear, not when he was protected by his father and flying with him. Though you loved flying with your son just as much, you knew deep down Alec would pick his dad over anybody else.

Perhaps you were taking a bit too long watching them in the air, or you were lost in your train of thought, but Azriel flew back down to hover in front of you, Alec sporting the biggest smile on his face as he gestured at you.

"Come on, momma! Come fly with me and Daddy!" He said to you, almost in a plead as you stretched out your wings. Azriel held his son a pinch tighter against his chest as you were getting your wings ready. You finally felt yourself lift off the ground, the crisp air against your skin and within your hair, the shining moon that was now hovering right over Velaris, it all felt perfect as you were now joining your mate and son in the air.

You too loved to fly, not being able to as much since you were tending to your son. But still, flying was second nature to you, a soothing sensation felt all over your body as you would take to the sky and let your wings carry you. Before Alec came into your life, you loved flying with Azriel side by side amongst the stars and on the darkest nights. It was a sacred time for you two to share and unwind together after a long hard day or a day filled with grief.

To share it with your son, was memorable.

As you held a sleeping Alec in your arms, taking him into his bedroom to change him into his pajamas and tuck him into his bed, Azriel was right behind you to watch with love in his hazel eyes. Seeing his son asleep and content in his mother's hold, being nestled into his blankets and already snoring away as you kissed his raven hair. Azriel wanted this for the rest of his days, a simple moment of seeing his son safe in his bed and already dreaming of new adventures. Then he pulled you in his arms, and you both walked across the hall to your bedroom to undress each other into your own pajamas and hold each other close in your bed.

Azriel watched you asleep, head on his shoulder and your lips slightly pursed as your light hair shined from the moonlight. He counted his lucky stars daily, more than once a day, that you were there with him and loving him through the good and the bad. There were plenty of times in the past when he thought you would indeed walk away, a bad choice on his part of a too-close call with a mission he was on. Azriel knew the sacrifice you made, and he wondered from time to time if being with him was the right choice.

He could only lean over to kiss your head, you humming and wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him in closer as you whispered with your eyes closed, "Sleep, my love. All is well,"

Azriel fell asleep to those three words, knowing they were true.

The End

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Never Ever

Summary - Azriel consols his son after a nightmare.

A/N - This is part of the Ocean Eyes Series

Azriel has gown accustom to the quiet in Velaris.

The little home out in the countryside was especially quiet, with the moon hanging high in the sky amongst the clouds and the grass softly swaying in the wind, Azriel loved this kind of quiet. He was accustomed to frogs bellowing from the river not too far away, or the faint hum of fireflies that were dancing along the tops of the herbs in the garden behind the cottage. He was used to it now, and he would prefer this over the sterile silence of the Illyrian camps or even in the city of Velaris.

This was one of the very few nights he was home. Most of the time he would work late or until around dinner time, Rhysand needing his Spymaster duties more frequently than ever before. With the improved relationship with Autumn Court getting better by the day, Eris was still a targeting threat to Night Court. He knew that threats he had two times against Azriel and his family, so The Autumn Prince has been quiet for the last few months or so. Azriel still kept his shadows busy with intel from Eris.

He had no trust in Eris, and he wouldn’t anytime soon.

You were helping Nesta and Cassian at the House of Wind, Nesta being so close to her due date that she was restricted to her bed until it was time to give birth. Madja had to be stern with her, knowing Nesta was a stubborn fae. She was convinced though, Cassian staying by her side to give her plenty of rest and preparation for their new title bundle of joy. You were more than willing to help, making plenty of herbs for her and prepping plenty of great meals for herself and Cassian to enjoy. It meant that you were the one staying out a bit later in the night, and Azriel would be on cottage duty.

Of course, Alec missed his mother being around. When he wasn’t attending school in the mornings in Velaris, he would be at home or on a playdate with Nyx. Azriel could tell he was missing you from time to time when you’d be helping his Aunt Nesta. He was good at hiding his feelings, even with the faint signs of his shadows humming against his small backside, Alec never wanted to show that he wanted his mother. It pained Azriel to see his son trying to hide his feelings, but then again he had to do the same when he was young.

Azriel made it a point to change that with Alec.

He had finished the last of the dishes to let them air dry when he first felt it along his shadows. Movement, very close by, making him pause from his actions. It wasn’t a negative sense so to speak, but something familiar. Something warm, not a threat, and nothing dangerous. He knew that feeling, and the next thing he heard was one of the floorboards creaking from very little weight.

Lastly, he heard a sniffle. Instantly he turned, knowing who it was within an instant.

Alec, in his pajamas, and massive tears on his cheeks.

“D-d-daddy,” He hiccuped.

Azriel was gliding over within an instant and scooping him up within his arms. Alec clung to him, his face digging into his father’s neck so his father could feel the tears hitting his shirt. It broke his heart to see Alec in tears, a sweet young boy who would never hurt fly and would light up his tiresome day. Azriel also knew his heart was tender, so tender and consumed with love, so there would be times when it would break or shatter.

All Azriel could do was pick up those pieces and mend his heart.

“What’s wrong, Alec? You wanna tell me?” Azriel asked him in a soothing tone, rubbing his back with his knuckles as he walked them over to the couch to sit. Alec was hiccuping in his lap, his fingers clinging to Azriel’s shirt too tight as Azriel kept cooing at him, “I got you, okay? You’re safe with me,”

“I-I had a b-b-bad dream,” Alec mumbled into his shirt, sniffling a bit.

“I’m sorry, buddy. Nightmares are simply scary dreams. But that’s all they are: dreams. Nothing real, okay?” Azriel reminded his son, who nodded his head rapidly as he moved his head to look up at his other. His bright eyes were almost illuminated, and the tears on his cheeks were evident.

“I didn’t l-l-like the dream though, Daddy,” he explained, Azriel hummed and pushed his tears away gently with his thumbs.

“I know you didn’t, buddy. You wanna tell me about it?” He asked his son, he bit his lower lip for a brief moment as his father waited patiently. It was one of the traits Ariel loved about his son: always in deep thought.

“You and momma weren’t there,” Alec explained, Azriel watching his son’s piercing blue eyes start to mist again as he was looking at his fingers that were fiddling in his lap, “I was lost and I tried to find you, and momma. But I couldn’t find you, and I..I g-g-ot—“

Azriel tucked him into a hug again as Alec sniffled and blinked out a few more tears. Azriel knew his son loved being around his parents, he had a sense of safety with you and Azriel. It was one of the main goals Azriel had: to make his son feel loved and safe. It wasn’t that Alec was insanely introverted, he had friends at his school and a wonderful relationship with his cousin Nyx. Alec would rather be around his big loving family than anywhere else. The last thing Azriel would ever want is for his son to not feel safe at any time.

“My sweet boy,” Azriel hummed into his son’s hair while he rubbed Alec’s back soothingly with the tips of his fingers, “You should never be afraid of being alone. You will never be alone, okay? Your momma and I will never ever leave you alone,”

Azriel heard his son sniffle a bit, then pausing before speaking in a mere murmur, “Never?”

He had to smile against his son’s black locks, hearing the small inkling of hope in his son’s tone, “Never ever. You’re our son, Alec Rhysand, and we love and adore you too much to leave you alone,”

It seemed to do the trick since Azriel could no longer hear Alec crying or sniffling too much. But he was still holding onto his father, not as tightly but possessively. He finally sat back up, Azriel seeing how he was a bit calmer and sleep was evident on his face and under his eyes. He grinned, “How about I tuck you back into bed, okay?”

“Mmkay, and daddy?” Alec asked tentatively.

“Yeah, Alec?”

“I miss momma,”

Azriel heard the pain in his voice from those three words, which broke his heart a bit. He knew Alec loved his mother and wanted to be around her constantly. You were an exceptional mother to Alec, you knew just how to shower him with love and still be firm at the same time when it was needed. But the best thing that you did, in Azriel’s opinion at least, was make Alec feel like the most important Illryian throughout the land.

It was as if you were born to be a mother. Azriel firmly believed that.

“I know, buddy. I miss her too,” Azriel agreed, standing up with Alec in his arms as Alec’s head was snuggled on his shoulder with his eyes blinking slowly and a yawn on his lips, “However, if I know your momma, she should be back very soon. But right now she’s helping Aunt Nesta, remember?”

“Helping her before she has the baby?” Alec asked as Azriel walked down the hallway back to Alec’s little bedroom.

“That’s right. Your momma wants to help her before the baby comes, and that means she has to be away for a bit. But not forever,” Azriel reassured his son as he made it to the door that was left ajar that led into Alec’s room.

“I hope not forever,” Alec mumbled, yawning again as Azriel chuckled and poked his head into the small room. Alec’s bed was tucked against the wall and by a window that looked out into the open meadow, Velaris not too far away along with the massive mountains. His dresser was in the closet that had his clothes and small trinkets sitting on the top. The walls were painted in tints of purple and blue to reflect the night sky, all thanks to Aunt Feyre, and plenty of toys that were tucked into a beautiful wooden toy chest with his name engraved on the top, a generous gift from his Uncle Rhysand.

Azriel walked his son across the room, dodging the wooden sword that Alec got as a Winter Solstice gift from Cassian last year and then placing his son back in bed. Alec snuggled into the bed as Azriel tucked the blanket up and around his arms. Azriel could see that he was beyond sleepy, rubbing his eyes with his fingers and trying to stay awake as his head was sinking into the plush pillow, “Tomorrow we can go to the harbor, you me, and momma. How does that sound?”

Alec lit up a bit from the suggestion, his smile infectious as he nodded his head, “Mmkay, Daddy. I wanna get a present for Nesta’s baby too,”

“You want to get a gift?” Azriel asked, almost in a bit of shock as Alec nodded his head again.

“Mmhmm. Maybe a stuffy like my owl, so that if the baby gets sad, the stuffy will help,” He suggested, his voice showing signs of slumber and his eyes starting to drift close with ease. Azriel was immensely proud of his son, seeing how big his heart was even when he was missing his mother and experiencing a nightmare.

“That sounds like a great idea, Alec. Now, let’s get some sleep, okay? I’ll make sure momma comes in to give you a kiss when she gets home, okay?” Azriel asked him as Alec held his stuffed owl in his tiny arms.

“Okay, Daddy. Night night,” Alec replied, letting out one more big yawn before his eyes drifted closed.

“Goodnight, buddy. I love you,” Azriel hummed against his head, pressing one more kiss against his dark locks. He then got up from the bed, about to walk out of the bedroom and close the door behind him when he heard a soft sound from the bed.

“Love you too, daddy,”

Azriel turned back and looked, seeing Alec drifting back to sleep with a soft smile. Once again, Azriel had to pause and drink in his life: to anyone else, it would be seen as mundane or ordinary. Not to him, not to the Spymaster who went through torment and pain as a youngster and always had to have people arm's length away. He saw death head-on and fought back, he’s seen fae and other beings die around him as he went on, and he always assumed he wouldn’t have a simple life or that the simple life would fulfill him.

He was wrong. This life was the only life he would ever want and need.

As he turned off the light and closed the door, with the moonlight dancing along his son’s sleeping face, Azriel considered himself a lucky Illryian for this life. He no longer had to rely on fear or brutality as other Illryians did, nor did he have to be uncertain if he would ever be happy. He was beyond happy, happy with a mate who loved him with all his flaws, happy that he had a found family who brought him out of darkness and doubt, and most importantly, happy with his son who saw Azriel as his world and more.

The next morning Azriel noticed that your side of the bed was still untouched, which made him slightly panic. But your jacket was hung on the back of a chair, as well as your messenger bag you would take. That made him confused as he got up from bed and ruffled his hair. Anytime either one of you would come in late, you would notify each other. Azriel couldn’t recall hearing you whisper to him last night or getting a kiss on the cheek, yet your things were in the room.

He poked his head into Alec’s room, seeing an adorable and loving sight as you cradled your son in your arms and the pair of you sleeping in Alec’s bed. Your wings drooped over the side of the small bed, Alec snoring away as his head was on your chest fast asleep while you too were in deep sleep with your arms tucked around him. With the early morning sun rays dancing in the room to brighten the space, it felt peaceful and almost tranquil in a way.

Azriel had to grin: the two most important beings in his life were sleeping together.

The End.

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Nesta: Azriel kissed you?

Gwyn: [hiding behind her hands] Yes.

Nesta: And you said… thank you?

Gwyn: I was nervous! He’s a really good kisser…

Nesta: [trying not to laugh] Well that was very polite of you.

Gwyn: [blushing like a tomato] Shut. Up.

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Ok, here me out…

Gwyn using the ribbon to tie Azriel up during fun time.

Him being so down for her to be in control because this way his power and strength isn’t so intimidating.

Gwyn taking back her sexual autonomy AND discovering she likes having the Shadowsinger begging her to touch him, to do something.

The ribbon. SARAH THE RIBBON!!!

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Overlooked

Eris Vanserra x Fem!Archeron!Reader

Warnings: smut. feeling left out. mentions of torture. inner circle being idiots.

Summary: For her whole life, Y/N Archeron had always been overlooked by her family. She was the eldest yet her mother only focussed on Nesta and her father was always with Elain. Though Y/N still had her younger sister, Feyre. But when Feyre is taken into the Spring Court, everything changes.

After being turned into High Fae, Y/N struggles to adjust to her new life. But no one ever comes to help her. For the most part, Y/N is alone and left to deal with everything by herself. When the Inner Circle is invited to Eris Vanserra’s coronation, Y/N attends with them and the moment her eyes meet the new High Lord’s, a mating bond snaps into place.

Eris offers Y/N and place to stay and the love and friendship she never had growing up. Together they heal from the hardships they grew up in and Y/N eventually finds her place in the world, with her mate by her side.

Word Count: 20,287

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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Contents:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Epilogue

A/N: I decided to make Overlooked its own Masterlist so I could organise my main ACOTAR Masterlist a little better!

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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny IV

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny IV - Eris x Archeron!Reader

Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.

Warnings: a lil bit of angst, a lil bit of fluff, a lil bit of suggestion

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III

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To say he was panicking would be an understatement.

No, Eris had felt panicked when he had opened the door to his chambers and realized his mate was not there. But that panic turned to full-fledged terror when he had finally tracked down the two handmaidens he'd assigned her this morning and they both said they had no idea where his mate was.

He stalked through the Forest Home---trying to appear calm and nonchalant despite what he felt. He didn't want anyone to catch wind of something being amiss. Not before he was able to find his mate and safely get her back to his chambers. Lucky for him, he'd been forced to wear a mask his whole life and this was no different.

A bark from behind caused him to whirl around. Ashera came running from around the corner, ears flapping and tail wagging. That had to be a good sign. She yipped again when she caught up to him and gripped the edge of his cuff in her sharp teeth.

"Did you find her, Ash?" Eris asked, quietly.

He was answered with a pull of her teeth. His shoulders loosened with relief and he let Ashera guide him to wherever it was that she had found his mate. He had given Ashera the order to find her the minute he realized she was missing and had gone the opposite way of her to cover more ground.

A few moments later, he found himself in front of the doors to the library. Ashera let go of him and started to paw at the doors with a whine. He could hear two voices from behind the doors. His mate's and....

He grabbed both handles and yanked open the double doors, stalking inside.

"And do you want to know what I said—" His brother, Finnegan, abruptly cut off his sentence when the sound of the doors slamming shut behind Eris and Ashera caught his attention. He looked up, smirking when he caught sight of his frazzled brother.

Seated in front of his brother, a chessboard on the table between them, was his mate. She turned in her chair, eyes wide as she looked over with surprise until she recognized who was there. A soft smile bloomed on her beautiful face, her doe eyes lighting up.

No one had ever looked at him like that when he entered rooms. Not even his own mother. No, he was usually met with either fear or disdain. But not from his mate... She should've been staring at him with disgust or contempt, especially after how he had treated her yesterday and especially after their argument this morning when he forbade her from leaving his room. Instead, she seemed happy to see him.

Was she putting on a front for his brother?

"Eris!" she exclaimed, rising from her seat. "You're back. Oh, you won't believe the day I've had! Finn found me wandering around and—"

"Come here," Eris ordered, cutting her off. He held out his hand towards her. His brother's smirk grew as Eris glowered at him. His mate’s eyebrows rose in question but she thankfully listened to him, walking to his side and grasping his hand in her much smaller, much softer one.

Ashera let out an excited yip and brushed up against her legs, causing his mate to smile down at her. Honestly, he should've known she was his mate the minute his hounds hadn't torn into her when she first appeared in Autumn that day. Should've known the second Ashera had pranced forward and tried to comfort her, for Gods' sake. His dogs were prime hunters, yet around her, they were reduced to nothing more than fluffy house pets it seemed.

He remembered seeing her for the first time, her leg stuck in that bear trap. Despite the tears running down her face and her hair tangled with leaves and twigs, she was the most beautiful female he had ever laid eyes on. So soft and delicate. The opposite of everything he was.

But the mating bond hadn’t truly snapped until the shadowsinger had shown up in the clearing that day and whisked her into his arms. She had looked straight at him and a golden thread had unwoven in his chest, causing him to stagger back just as they disappeared in a swirl of shadows. It had taken all of his will power not to immediately storm the Night Court if only to see her for a second more.

“Can I not have her for a few more minutes, brother?” Finn asked, tossing his arms behind his head and resting his head against them with a smug grin. “We’re nearly finished with our game.”

Eris sneered at his brother. “If I see you sniffing around her again, I’ll rip out your throat.”

“Eris!” His mate exclaimed, looking up at him with wide eyes. He ignored her, still glaring daggers at his brother who didn’t even flinch at the threat.

“You’re lucky I stumbled upon her before father did,” Finn crooned. “I’d say you owe me one for allowing her the pleasure of my company.”

“Well, consider me not ending you where you stand your one and only favor,” Eris retorted. His mate went to pull her hand from his but he gripped her tighter, finally looking down at her. “Come on, we’re leaving.”

He stalked towards the library door, pulling her with him despite her soft protests. He didn’t say a word to her as he led her back to his chambers, not wanting any servants milling about to gossip if they heard anything. He only released her hand once they were safely in the living area of his quarters and behind the heavy wards set up.

“Are you out of your mind?” She hissed at him, holding her hand to her chest.

“Are you?” He bit back, flicking his hair out of his face. “I gave your strict orders to stay here while I was gone or with your handmaidens!”

“I am not something you can just keep under lock and key!”

“You’re not in the Night Court anymore, bunny,” Eris argued. “My father is nothing like Rhysand. The males outside these doors are nothing like those two wretched Illyrians. I can have you chained to my bed and no one would bat an eye, do you understand?”

“And is that what you’ll do if I don’t listen to you?” She retorted, crossing her arms. “Put me in chains?”

“No,” he snapped. “But I will lock you in here if I must. I’d rather you hate me than let anything happen to you.”

“Then take me out with you,” she protested. “Don’t leave me here!”

Eris let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking down at his irritating, foolish, and completely and utterly bewitching mate. Her large eyes were hopeful, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. The mating bond was driving him absolutely wild. He wanted to shove her against the wall and rip that lip out of her teeth with his own.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Fine,” he growled. “But if I agree to take you out tomorrow afternoon, you will agree to stay inside my chambers unless otherwise instructed. Do you understand?”

Those sweet, alluring eyes turned callous in a matter of seconds.

“So, you intend to treat me like a dog? Like a pet?” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Actually, I take that back. You even treat your dogs better than that!”

As if proving her point, Ashera jumped up on the couch, laid down and covered her face with her paw, as if she felt his mate’s exasperation.

“Have you any idea what is at stake here?” he bit back. “I do not intend to treat you like a pet. I intend to keep you safe!”

“And you think by keeping me locked away, I’ll be safe? They all know where your chambers are, Eris. I’m no safer here than I am anywhere else in this manor!”

“At least, I’ll know where you are! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I went to find you earlier and you weren’t here?”

Her eyes widened and her arms fell limp at her sides. “You… you were worried?”

Eris tossed his arms in the air, letting out a noise of frustration. “Of course, I was worried. Do you know how many enemies I have in this court? Do you know how many people would wish to harm you if they had the chance just to hurt me?”

“I thought…” She paused, rubbing her arm.

Eris glared down at her. “You thought what? Go on, bunny, tell me what that little mind of yours thought?”

“I thought you were mad! And can you blame me?” she huffed up at him. “You treat me like a nuisance, insult me any chance you get! Why the hell would I ever think you were worried about me? I’m sure you’d just be so over the moon if someone did get rid of me! Since I’m such a burden.”

There were a lot of things in life Eris regretted but calling his mate a burden this morning was now on the top of that list. He hadn’t meant it. Of course, he hadn’t. She just didn’t understand the severity of the situation. He didn’t want to be mean to her or to have her hate him… but if it kept her safe, then so be it. At least, that had been his train of thought. But seeing the hurt on her face when those words had come out of his mouth had nearly killed him.

“I’m sorry, okay,” Eris groaned. “I’m sorry I called you that. It’s not true. It was never true but bunny…you really don’t understand…”

“No, Eris, I do,” she snarled. “I’m not as stupid or naive as everyone likes to think I am!”

“Not naive?” Eris mocked. “Then what do you call galavanting around the Forest House with one of my own brothers?”

“Your brother was fine,” his mate replied. “He was perfectly polite. All he did was show me around a bit and then take me to the library as I requested.”

Eris scoffed. “You don’t know him like I do.”

“You know what’s funny? That is the exact thing my sisters would say about me and yet they have no idea who I am. They’ve never let me be anything other than the girl they think I am. Have you thought that perhaps this competition your father has you all so convinced of between you guys doesn’t even exist? Have you ever even tried talking to one another without your father’s influence?”

She wasn’t wrong but Eris knew how deep his father had his claws in his brothers. It would take a lot to shake them from his grasp. Time and effort he wasn’t afforded with at the moment. Not when he constantly had to look over his shoulder and now had to keep his mate safe at all times. This court was corrupt and dangerous—everyone here was in survival mode.

These hypotheticals might be worth a discussion and if it were up to him, he would’ve taken his mother and younger brothers far away from his father a long time ago. But alas, he did not have such power…yet. But perhaps things could change. Though, nothing would so long as his father still sat on the Autumn throne. Until then, these sorts of conversations were not worth the time.

“You speak on things you have no knowledge about and I see little point in having this conversation with you,” Eris said, straightening out his lapels. “I have a meeting I must attend with my father. Stay here.”

And then he left swiftly, before his mate could see just how much her words affected him, before he grabbed her and winnowed as far from this court as he could—consequences be damned. She drove him absolutely mad but Gods, did he find her so enticing. She was wild and impulsive and had a lot to learn, but the sort of honesty and hopeful outlook she had…Well he could only hope he could protect that, hoped he could keep her sweet and kind and soft and all the things no one had ever allowed him to be.

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You had just woken up when your two handmaidens, Willow and Ivy, entered the room, pestering you to get up. Bleary eyed, you let them drag you into the bath before they sat you in front of the vanity. Ivy braided your hair while Willow dusted some light makeup on your face.

“Can I ask what you are prepping me for?”

“Lord Eris has requested that we get you ready for an afternoon trek on horseback,” Ivy answered, with a slight smile on her face.

Your eyes widened, taken aback. You hadn’t spoken to Eris since your fight yesterday. In fact, he had never even returned to his chambers last night. You didn’t try to leave, in fear that you would find the door locked and all your worries of the kind of male you were mated to would be proven true. Instead, you had pretended that a night in was just what you wanted, begrudgingly following his command.

They dressed you in an off the shoulder linen chemise and flowy skirt that fell to your shins before lacing you into a burnt orange corset that had your lungs screaming for air. They slipped a pair of brown leather boots onto your feet.

“Surely trousers would be more appropriate?” you asked, spinning around so your skirt swished around the tops of your boots. Ivy and Willow gasped at your words, placing a hand over their hearts.

“A lady should never be seen in trousers,” Ivy declared, aghast.

Their shock was humorous to you, so you bit your lip to keep from laughing. Gods, the Autumn Court was so backwards sometimes. You were getting better at choosing your battles, so you said nothing else as they led you out of Eris’s chambers to the horse stables.

Eris stood there next to another male who was preparing two horses. Your mouth dried a bit at the sight of him. He was wearing a loosely tied tunic, tucked into brown breeches and a pair of riding boots. His red hair glimmered in the sun like a ruby gem, his pale skin nearly glowing. He looked as if the Autumn forest made him itself.

You hadn’t realized you had paused in your steps until your two handmaidens giggled next to you.

“You are a very lucky female, Lady Y/n,” Ivy whispered to you with another giggle, causing your cheeks to turn pink.

“Lord Eris is a very lucky male to have someone as lovely as Lady Y/n as his mate,” Willow countered, which only made your blush deepen.

Eris noticed you as you drew closer and his eyes trailed over your form, heat swirling in them. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin under his gaze. His fox-like face was so beautiful, so enchanting, it was hard to look away. You kept eye contact with him as your handmaidens presented you.

“Lady Archeron, as you requested, my Lord,” Willow said as she curtsied.

“Thank you, ladies, you may continue on with the rest of your duties,” he said to them, though he didn’t stop looking at you which caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The two girls sauntered off, their giggles heard until they rounded the corner.

You wanted to be mad at him still, but this seemed like a sort of peace offering or apology for yesterday. One that you decided to accept. You walked forward until you were at his side, glancing at the large horses.

“This is Marigold. She is our most well-mannered horse,” Eris said. “Go on, you can pet her. She won’t bite.”

“I’ve never ridden a horse, my Lord,” you said, shyly, reaching out a hand to pet the one in front of you.

Eris seemed surprised but made no comment on it. He simply turned to the stableboy and waved a hand at him. “One horse will do today, Landon.”

“Oh, are you going to teach—”

You squeaked as Eris grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you onto the horse as if you weighed nothing, your cheeks turning bright red. A moment later, he lifted himself onto the horse, right behind you. The butterflies in your stomach were worked into a frenzy as his long legs encompassed you and your back was pressed against his firm chest.

“Yes, bunny, I’m going to teach you,” Eris whispered, his breath dancing along the edge of your pointed ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice, as if he knew exactly the kind of reaction he was causing inside of you.

“Is this not improper?” you asked. “Aren’t ladies supposed to sit with both their legs on one side?”

It had been a hard transition for you—to go from living in poverty in that tiny cottage to living in high society. You weren’t like your other sisters who had spent their childhood years being trained to be ladies. You could hardly remember any part of your life before your mother died.

It was, perhaps, why you felt the closet to Feyre of all your sisters. Because she, too, was wild in a way that Elain and Nesta weren’t.

“Something tells me you have no concern over how ladylike you are, bunny,” Eris chuckled, his hard chest rumbling against your back. Your cheeks flared up again and you tossed him a glare over your shoulder.

“Everyone else seems so concerned about my virtue and image,” you hissed.

“Well, I’m not,” Eris retorted. “Go on, grab the reins.”

You hesitantly wrapped your fingers around the leather straps and nearly jolted in surprise as Eris’s placed his calloused hands on top of yours. He started to maneuver your fingers. “You want to keep your thumbs on top and your fingers closed around them.”

Once he seemed satisfied, he tapped the horse on the side and she began her trot. You bit your lip as his hands slid off the reins and on to your thighs. “Relax your legs, bunny. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall off.”

You hadn’t realized how much you were squeezing the poor horse until he lightly stroked your thighs, getting them to loosen before his hands slid to your waist instead.

"What do I do with these?” You asked, nodding towards the reins in your hands.

“Nothing for now,” Eris answered. “You use them to steer or to get her to stop.”

His proximity to you and the tiny circles he absentmindedly rubbed on your waist with his thumbs caused your body to hyperfocus on all the places you were touching. You could hardly pay attention to his instructions and the more the two of you continued on, the more you found yourself relaxing into his chest—soaking in the heat that seemed to exude off his body.

Once you seemed to get the hang on the basics, a soft silence fell between the two of you. The sounds of the forest came alive the deeper you traveled into the trees. It was truly beautiful out here. The red and orange leaves on the trees reminded you of the painting Feyre had done on your drawer on the dresser back when you were living in the cottage.

“I’m sorry,” Eris whispered into your ear, breaking the silence and surprising you. “For yesterday.”

You softened at his words. “It’s okay.”

“No,” he said, his grip on your waist tightening. “It wasn’t okay. It pained me to hear you say I think of you as a nuisance, as something to get rid of. It is simply not true, bunny and I’m sorry for ever making you believe I think that.”

Eris didn’t seem like the type of male to apologize for his actions, so it meant more to hear it from him.

“I just wish you would stop trying to push me away. I’m tired of everyone always deciding what's best for me instead of trusting me to know it myself,” you sighed.

“I know and I’m sorry. I know how unseen you feel.”

He seemed to see right through you. Was it the mating bond that allowed such a thing? Or was it just something you had in common? No one had ever looked closely at you. You were the baby of the family, never allowed to be involved in decisions or important things. You lived in your own world most of the time.

Although Eris was brought up in a far different environment than you, you couldn’t help but think he felt the same way. That he was constricted and forced to play a role he had no wish to. That he was written off as arrogant and cruel simply because he was born under a male who was.

But he was nothing like his father.

“I know you do because I know you feel the same way, Eris,” you whispered, glancing back at him. “But I see you.”

“Perhaps that scares me.” His amber eyes were still guarded as he looked down at you. “No one has ever looked before. No one has ever wanted to.”

“I do,” you said, holding his gaze. “I want to.”

It was silent for a moment and you twisted back around, staring at the forest ahead.

“You shouldn’t,” Eris said, so quietly, that you were certain he was talking to himself. But despite his words, a tension had been lifted between the two of you.

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A little while later and after several whines about her legs starting to hurt, Eris let his mate have a break. He helped her off Marigold and found a tree to tie the horse to so the two of them could walk for a bit.

He kept a step behind her, watching as she spun in a circle, the leaves crunching beneath her boots, as she took in the forest. The wonder and excitement in her eyes caused a spark in his chest. Those things had long since been beaten out of him so it was nice to see them in someone he already cared so deeply about.

Eris enjoyed being out here with her, away from the Forest House and everyone else. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he kept his guard up to protect his wonderfully oblivious mate from any harm that might come her way.

“It’s so beautiful here,” his mate whispered.

The sunlight casted gold rays of light through the leaves, illuminating her beautiful face. She looked made for this kind of place, for Autumn. His chest ached at the sight—at what could be if his father wasn’t such a conniving bastard.

“It is,” Eris said softly, his amber eyes still trained on his mate. She peeked over her shoulder at him, blushing as she met his gaze. Gods, if he were a lesser male, he’d have shoved her up against a tree and claimed her as his already.

“Hey, I have an idea!”

“I’m sure you do,” he chuckled and she whirled around, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head, biting back a smile. “Nothing. What is your idea, bunny?”

“We should play a game,” she said. “Like hide and seek.”

Eris snorted. “Hide and seek? What are we, children? I’m over five hundred years old, bunny, I’m not going to play games with you.”

“Fine, suit yourself,” she shrugged. “But I guess that means you’ll have to return to the Forest House without me unless of course…you find me.”

And then she darted off into the trees, weaving her way out of his view. He expected to find himself irritated, but it was the opposite. He couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped from his mouth at how ridiculous his mate was. Ridiculous and brash—but so endearing.

“You can’t hide from me, bunny,” he shouted into the trees.

Silence met his ears and then…a twig snapped in the distance. He sauntered off in the direction of the noise. He would entertain her absurd game but he would not be running off like some wild beast through the forest. He followed her enticing scent of harvest apples and forest pine, twisting through the tall trees and leaf-covered ground.

He saw a flash of her hair from the corner of his eye and spun in place, listening for her footsteps. He continued following after her, getting small glimpses of her here and there, hearing the tiny giggles that seemed to echo in the silent forest and he realized that a small smile had grown on his face as the game went on.

Until things went so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. He froze, sniffing the air. He could still smell her but where had she gone? He spun in place, looking for footprints and listening for any sounds but…nothing. His heart started to beat faster in his chest, suddenly worried she had run off too far.

“Bunny,” he shouted. “You can come out now!”

Nothing.

The smile on his face dropped and he continued his search. Had she ran into some creature that took her? Had his guard fallen so low that he hadn’t realized that someone else was out here?

“Hey, bunny—fuck!”

Something ran straight into his back and wrapped their arms around his neck, making him stagger forward. He turned around and pinned them against the tree with a snarl so quickly he hadn’t even realized what exactly had knocked into him until he heard the familiar giggles and his mate’s scent washed over him.

“Got you!”

She was staring up at him with wide, excited eyes—her face flushed from her exertion. He stared at her in disbelief, uncertain how she was able to sneak up and ambush him like that. The hand that had wrapped itself around her throat moved to rest on the tree next to her head.

“And so the sly bunny ensnares the dumb fox,” she sang between her pants, her arms still around his neck, her back still pressed against the tree.

He let out a breath, staring down at her with a small glare. “That is not funny. I could’ve hurt you!”

“But you didn’t,” she countered, not seeming concerned about it at all. “I’m surprised I was able to sneak behind you. I thought for sure you saw me at one point. You looked right at me!”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I was standing right there,” she laughed, pointing at a spot to their left. “And you looked right at me! I thought I was busted but I don’t know, Eris, you might be going blind with age.”

Her eyes held amusement as she looked up at him but he was confused. He had no idea what she was talking about—he hadn’t seen her at all. She had not been standing there. She must’ve been mistaking those trees for another.

“Very funny,” he said, deadpanned.

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” she teased, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, absentmindedly. Her touch sent shivers down his spine. Her body pressed against his fought against the control he had.

He wanted to knock the smug smile right off her face. He stepped closer, placing his free hand on her sternum and trapping her against the tree. He felt her breath hitch and grinned.

“I’m not the loser,” he purred, before leaning down to whisper in her ear, “You’re still ensnared by me, bunny. Not the other way around.”

Being this close to her again reminded him of all the ways he would take her and he let out a heavy breath, trying to keep from getting hard and scaring her away. Her head was tilted back so she could stare at him, her smile slipping as her heart pounded loudly enough that he could hear it through her chest. It seemed to beat in rhythm was his.

He was certain she was going to cave first. His other hand still rested against the tree next to her head, allowing her the chance to dip away if she wanted. Her cheeks turned pink and he was sure she was about to start stuttering like a girlish maiden as she usually did when she said something that absolutely surprised him.

“Maybe I want to be ensnared by you, Eris,” she whispered.

Heat spread through his body like a wildfire and he knew it exuded off of him by the way she melted into his touch, her eyes flickering down to his lips as she shuddered. She bit her lip and he growled, his hand moving up her sternum until it rested against her cheek. He plucked her lip free with his thumb and she met his gaze again—her eyes wide and innocent yet full of desire. He could feel her anticipation down the mating bond, which glowed like firelight between them, and he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

The mating bond sang in his chest.

Mine….Mine….Mine…

She glanced down at his lips again and the look she gave him was enough to snap the last string holding his composure.

So he surged forward and passionately kissed her.

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One second you were thinking of how much you wished Eris would kiss you and the next second he was. His lips were soft, softer than you imagined, and so warm. Your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed him back with the same fire and eagerness that had Eris groaning against your lips. The hand that was resting on your cheek moved to your neck and angled your head back farther so he could deepen the kiss.

One of your own hands slipped into his hair, tangling some red strands between your fingers as the butterflies in your stomach began their frenzy again. All thoughts seemed to cease at that moment. All you could feel was Eris’s body pressed against yours, his kiss so full of hunger that your knees almost buckled under the weight of it.

Your other hand slipped down to grab onto the collar of his tunic and yank him closer. He growled and bit down on your bottom lip; you gasped at the slight pain. He used that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and his kiss turned crazed.

Fire sparked under your skin, so hot it threatened to consume you.

His hand slipped down to your thigh, yanking your leg up around his hip so he could press in closer to you—nailing you to the tree. The rough bark rubbed against your back, serving as a contrast to the softness of his lips on yours.

He devoured you, kissed you in a way no one ever had before. You didn’t fight for dominance. Not when it felt this good to surrender yourself to him. Heat and wetness pooled in your core—the evidence of his own arousal pressed firmly against your stomach as his tongue continued to explore every crevice in your mouth, claiming it as his.

Every inch of your skin was tingling as he pulled away and began to trail feverish kisses down your jaw and neck—giving you the chance to breathe for a moment. You whimpered as his canines nipped at the sensitive skin on your throat, marking you.

“Do you know how much I think of this?” Eris groaned against your skin, his nose trailing up the column of your throat. “Of ravishing you like this.”

“Y-you do?” You stuttered as his canines grazed your neck again—reminding you again that Eris was no human man. No, he was much more than that of a man. He wasn’t even a full High Lord yet and still, you could feel his power crackling around you like burning embers.

“Oh, bunny,” Eris purred, pulling back to look at you with that fox-like grin that had your knees weak again. “I think of you like this—at my mercy—all the damn time.”

He leaned down and kissed you again until your face was flushed, your lips swollen and your neck was full of love bites. The both of you were panting as he rested his forehead against yours, his amber eyes staring down at you with flame licking his irises, full of hunger and lust and longing.

You knew at that moment that you belonged to Eris because there was no way anyone else on this earth would make you feel as you did now. And you didn’t want there to be anyone else. No, your heart and mind sang for him and him only. No matter how things turned out, you knew they always would. It was scary and thrilling and daunting but it was true.

And by the way he stared down at you, you knew he felt it too.

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