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redbleedingrose · 1 year

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ACOTAR MASTERLIST

Azriel x Reader

Separate masterpost for Always

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Epilogue Part 1

Epilogue Part 2

NSFW alphabet

Touch starved Az

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Azriel loves his chubby mate

Sneaking up on Az

Azriel x Shy!Reader HC's

Eris x Reader

NSFW alphabet

Pretty?

Till the End of Time

Period comfort

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Bouquets from Eris

Autumn Court with Eris + headcanons

Girl dad!Eris Masterlist

Cassian x Reader

NSFW Alphabet

Cassian loves Chubby Girls

Cassian x Chubby!Reader Blurb

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Desperate Cassian

Showering with Cass

“You look like a mess and I love it, because !’m the one who made you like this”

Cass smackin ass!

Traditions

Pre-Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons

Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons

Cassian man titty thots

Smutty Cass thots

Gym Bro Cass with his chubby lady

Rhysand x Reader

Rhys always takes care of you

Slutty Rhys

Does Rhysand share with his brothers?

Rhys smakin' ass

Rhysie is a meanie

Arguing with the high lord... your high lord

Fashionista Rhys

NSFW alphabet

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them

Rhysand is a SLUT

Rhysand is a Girl Dad

Rhys' girls always match - Girl Dad!Rhys

Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader

Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader pt 2

Best Friend to lovers!Rhys x Reader mood board

Best Friend to Lovers!Rhys x Reader mood board 2

Lucien x Reader

NSFW alphabet

Obnoxious best friends to lovers

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them

Drabbles/Headcanons

Eris headcanon

Bat boys + Vanserra males sleeping habits

Baking with the bat boys

Azriel’s hands

Azriel’s hands part 2

Plus size!Reader mated to bat boys

Cassian and Azriel’s biggest weaknesses

Inner circle helping you with mental health

Bat boy + Vanserra males quirks

“The Frenzy” with Azriel

Co-workers to lovers with Azriel

Overprotective Azriel

Sticking your cold hands up bat boys and vanserra males shirts

Bat boys + Vanserra Bros while you are on your period

Bat boys + Vanserra Bros helping with your migraines

Bat boys helping you with your nightmares

Bat boys + Vanserra Bros Coffee Orders

Bat Boys during No Nut November

Bat Boys Hobbies

Mood Boards

Spring Court

Summer Court

Autumn Court (with Eris)

Autumn Court with Eris + headcanons

Autumn Court Architecture

Winter Court

Dawn Court

Night Court

Day Court

Velaris

Velaris 2

AugustineRose + AugustineRose 2 + AugustineRose 3 + AugustineRose 4

Princess Tulip

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redbleedingrose · 1 year

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Always Part 3

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You and Azriel have been best friends for years after you joined the inner circle as the top healer in Velaris. But with Elain and Nesta’s recent arrival, Azriel has begun to ignore your friendship in favor of being together with Elain. You are heartbroken, and it is Starfall where you will be confined in the house of wind with Azriel and Elain. Everything will be okay though… right?

Part 4 Warnings: Angst, cursing, first time writing Word count: ~1.8k

Authors note: Hello everyone!! Thank you so much again for all the love on Always part 1 and part 2. It means so much to me, and I’m honestly overwhelmed by the support. I love, love, love all your comments, so please comment your thoughts on this series as it is my first time writing fanfic. I hope you like this part and I hope it does part 1 and 2 justice!!! 💓🌹

It had been one week since your argument with Az. One miserable fucking week. You had been holed up in your apartment away from him and the rest of the inner circle, skipping any meetings and get-togethers that would involve interacting with him or explaining to the rest of the inner circle why you had left so suddenly on Starfall. You didn’t want the confrontation that would follow the argument, you didn’t want to talk to him or look at him. You didn’t want to even think about him, and yet he consumed your thoughts, your dreams. Azriel had been stopping by your apartment everyday, knocking on your door, asking you to come out, begging you to stop ignoring him, to do anything besides this: shout, yell, scream, hit him for Gods sake, but not shut him out, obviously to no avail. He would stay at your door for hours, hours that you would spend laying in bed, crying silently, praying to Mother above he would leave, before he would leave silently with the promise he would come back the next day to try again. The anger from the argument had faded at this point, leaving you with a dull ache in your chest that would not go away. No matter how hard you tried, the ache stayed leaving you exhausted.

The majority of the week was spent with you sleeping. At first, it was because you were trying to sleep off the ache in your chest, hoping the rest would offer you some peace of mind. But even your dreams starred Azriel as the main character. The only reprieve offered by your dreams was they were not consumed by the argument you had shared, but of the way things were before, before Elain. In your dreams, you were often at peace with Azriel, drinking tea with him, laughing about gods know what, exploring Velaris with him, staring into his beautiful hazel eyes, hugging him tightly, holding him close, and kissing him. Those dreams made you never want to wake up, the moment you would wake, the dull ache would be present in your chest like it had never left. The other parts of your day were filled with you sitting near the fireplace, reading the extremely smutty romance book, ironically about unrequited love, Nesta had lent you to keep your mind off of everything.

A knock sounded at your door, sighing, you continued to stare at the fire in front of you, ignoring the door knowing it was Azriel who had come again to beg for forgiveness you were not ready to give. You were not ready, not ready for the conversation he wanted to have, no, the conversation we both needed to have. Another knock came from the door, this time a velvet voice sounding through, “Y/N, come open the door. I know you are in there,” a pause before the voice continues, “We need to talk.” Your back straightened from where you were sitting, brows rising so high, they almost reached your hairline. You stood quickly, almost tripping over the corner of the carpet, you bounded towards the door, yanking it open only to find Rhysand leaning against the door frame with his classic feline smirk and violet eyes filled with mirth. He practically glided into the room before turning towards you as you shut the door behind you, still in shock that it was him and not Azriel. The shock was rapidly replaced with concern, “What are you doing here Rhys? Is everything okay?” The high lord rarely came down to your apartment unless there was some sort of emergency that called for a healer, but in those cases, he was the kind to winnow you away first and explain later.

Crossing his arms behind his back, Rhys leaned forward, his eyes boring into yours, “Is everything okay with you? You are the one who has been skipping out on our inner circle meetings and the little shindigs I have been throwing. And I know you love those.” With all the pain you had been through this past week, you hadn’t thought that anyone would notice your recent absences. Usually, you and Az would show up together, sit next to each other only to distract each other the entire meeting; playing footsie or whispering snarky comments into each other's ears, while the rest of the inner circle argues about mother knows what. You never really paid much attention to anyone else in those meetings, largely because your attention was entirely focused on Az. When the meetings would end, you would both leave together, and spend the rest of the night reading your books together in silence, or making dinner together (well really him making dinner while you would try to steal the ingredients to chow on as you wait for him to finish and him scolding you for it), or sitting by the hearth sharing the hot gossip you or he had acquired that only felt right sharing with each other and no one else. These interactions with Azriel had become entirely rare since Elain had come. His energy and time focused on Elain, walking with her through her gardens, listening to her babble about whatever new plants she planned to grow.

You hadn’t realized how long you were taking to respond until Rhys talons brushed against your mind shield, hoping to get a peek inside whatever was running through your head. The smirk from his face had dropped, tilting his head towards you in concern. You could only purse your lips before gesturing towards the couch, “Sit, I’ll make us some tea.” You were making this tea because you knew it would calm you, but also because you needed time to formulate a lie to explain your recent absences. The fireplace that once had a strong fire going was now embers dying out as you sat next to Rhys, handing him a cup of peppermint tea which he gracefully grasped taking a couple sips staring ahead. You continued to sit in silence, not really knowing what to say, your mind was racing and unable to form any lie, so you just sat there. Eventually, Rhys placed his now empty cup on the coffee table in front of you before leaning back and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Hot tears had made their way down your face without you even realizing, you leaned into his side allowing his warmth to seep into you, as he kissed your temple in a quiet gesture of comfort.

The gentleness of it all, the brotherly comfort he was offering was enough. You burst into tears, blubbering out everything in between sobs, all the anger and the hurt and the torment you had been going through since Starfall, since Elain had arrived, since she had stolen your best friend and made him into hers, since your best friend had started neglecting you, the very best friend you were deeply, deeply, in love with. It all came spilling out before you could stop it, and once you started, you realized you didn't want to stop. You wanted to tell someone, you wanted to tell Rhys, your friend, your confidant, your found brother, you wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him everything. And so you did, as he held you, rocking you back and forth, squeezing you tightly and tenderly kissing your temple when the sobs you let out became too heavy, quietly listening to you voice out your soul until you had absolutely nothing left to say. By the time you finished, his shirt was soaked with your tears. His warm hands grasped at your face, pulling you away from his shoulder to look you straight in the eyes for the first time since you started pouring all your thoughts and feelings into the world, violet eyes lined with tears. “I am sorry Y/N,” he whispered.

Confusion flooded you, “What ever for Rhys?” For the longest time, before meeting him, you had been alone. You didn’t have your own family, growing up an orphan. The high lord had been your first friend; the first person to give you a chance. He was your family before he had introduced you to the other members of the inner circle who, now, were your found family. “I was the one who asked Az to look after Elain,” he sighed, thumbing away at the tears that continued to fall from your eyes, “Feyre was… well she was worried and she didn’t know what to do. No one knew what to do. When Elain first got her, she was nearly catatonic. Nothing that anyone did was helping her, the only person she seemed to respond to was Azriel. So, to calm Feyre, I asked Az to look after Elain. To talk to her, to help her get out of bed, to help her in her garden, to help make sure she was okay.” Rhys paused, shifting his head to glance out your window before turning back, “I know that doesn’t excuse his behavior, but you know Az, once he is given a task, he buries himself in it. I don’t think he is doing this to intentionally hurt you. But he is hurting you, and what he said to you during Starfall was unacceptable. And your feelings are valid.”

Relief washed over you, finally feeling heard. The argument you had with Az left you feeling anything but. Up until now, you were convinced that your feelings were entirely in your head, that you were overreacting, that you were overthinking things, and here, your brother sat before you, agreeing with you and believing you. “It’s not your fault Rhys,” you softly replied. Your conversation with Rhys was like rubbing a cooling salve on the aching wound in your chest, the weight there suddenly feeling lighter. With that out of the way, Rhys filled you in on everything you had missed in the past week. Once he was done, he leaned back, “I still want you to come to our meetings though, we miss you,” smirk returning to his face, squeezing your shoulder one last time before standing to leave. You couldn't help but snort, “even Az?” The amusement in Rhys’s gaze dropped, staring at you seriously, “Especially him. He hasn’t stopped pacing in his room since Starfall and I think he will were a hole into the ground, nor is he talking to anyone.” He pressed his lips together, hesitating, “He loves you, you know? More than anything or anyone. He just does a shit job showing it.” You couldn’t help but scoff at this, crossing your arms over your chest and staring back into the hearth to avoid his gaze. “We are going to Rita’s tonight, Az will be there and I think you should join us.” You tilted your head back at Rhys, “Is that an order high lord?” He answered, “Let’s call it a friendly suggestion,” he paused before winnowing himself away, “Make him grovel sister.” Your head snapped in Rhys’s direction, only to find him gone, letting your mind fill with sinful ideas on how to get back at Azriel tonight.

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