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tswaney1728 minutes ago
Would you rather date Azriel or Rowan?
Be still my heart. 馃槶
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But if you鈥檙e going to make me choose, Azriel by a smidge. 馃檲 I鈥檓 sorry bird boy鈥擨 love you too.
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emilia354633 minutes ago
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Tell Me What You Want - Feyre x Rhys x Cassian x Azriel NSFW
Ever since that offer at Solstice, thoughts of more than her mate have been racing through Feyre's mind, but he hasn't exactly helped to get rid of them, not at all. After one too many suggestive comments, Feyre gives in to her desire for all three Illyrians.
*****
Feyre slammed her mental shields up, lowering them for a moment, just long enough to hiss at Rhys,
Prick. She ignored the dark chuckle from across the bond, the image he'd sent across, and tried to turn her attention back to the painting in front of her. She tried to focus on the sunrise, on getting the colors to blend together, and not on the way her mate's hair was ruffled, just like other, more private, times. She shook her head, and Rhys slipped back into her mind in that moment of weakness, and Feyre swore at the images popping up. She knew he was training, but knowing, and seeing three shirtless male bodies was quite another. Fuck off, I'm working. She snapped, but Rhys just laughed,
We miss you. Come join us, we're bored.
I'm working. Feyre repeated, sure that anything else would snap her self control,
You're painting me, come back and find the real thing. I'll make it worth your while. Feyre shoved him away, ignoring the heat spreading across her body, each little joke, each suggestion had slowly been building up. Ever since she'd hesitated to decline his offer to join them in the birchin, he'd been infuriating, mostly because he was right, she wanted them all. She was a mated female, this was ridiculous, but still, her mind wandered to the training ring, to the three half-naked Illyrians there, her mind wandered further, further, until she swore, and stood up, just to try to shake the effect.
None of her half-finished paintings could distract her now, not after the last image Rhys had sent her, she'd never had two males at once, let alone three, but the thought of being between them all sent heat rushing through her, building between her legs, and she finally gave up. She tidied the room as quick as possible, winnowing straight to the bedroom, hoping that maybe she could bathe before Rhys got home, could pretend she was fine. She had no such luck, her mate was sitting on the end of the bed, still shirtless, still grinning, his eyes locking onto her the moment she appeared, and he chuckled as her scent wafted over to him,
"Need a bit of help there, darling?"
"No. I'm fine." She turned on her heel, but Rhys was already there, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and kissing the side of her neck. She melted into him, and nodded when he gently nipped at her skin,
"I want to hear you, darling."
"Yes." she panted, but Rhys made no move to carry her to the bed, or to pull her clothes off, "Rhys," she complained,
"Tell me what you want, Feyre."
"You," she panted, "I want you." Still nothing, she wriggled backwards, trying to urge him into action. This wasn't fair, he was the one who'd been winding her up all day, the least he could do now was to follow through on his promises. "Rhys, please," she whispered, and felt him smile against her skin,
"There it is. Good girl." He whispered, and swung her into his arms, both their clothes vanishing and reappearing in the corner. "We missed you at training today," he murmured as he lay her down on the mattress,
"Some of us have work to do," Feyre managed, her voice slightly breathless, but steady,
"You missed a good day." Rhys continued, kissing along her jaw as she tangled her hands in his hair, holding his face against her. "We had to force Cassian to put his shirt back on at the end." Feyre squeezed her eyes shut as Rhys trailed kisses down her neck, "You should have seen him and Azriel today, if I didn't know better, I'd have said they were putting on a show." At the last word he bit down gently on her collarbone, and Feyre moaned. She cried out when he pulled away, reaching out blindly as she opened her eyes, only for him to yank her down the bed so that her legs fell onto his shoulders as knelt on the floor. "I wonder," he mused, "Would you make the same noises for them as you do when I'm inside you?" Before she could answer, he sucked her clit into his mouth, leaving her wriggling and moaning. He stopped the moment before she reached her climax, "I'd like to find out." Feyre blinked, and tried to form words, any words, "Do you want that?" Rhys whispered, and she finally manged one,
"Yes."
*****
Feyre wasn't scared exactly, but she certainly was nervous, she had no idea what Rhys had planned. She knew he'd relayed their whole discussion to Cassian and Azriel, and that they had both agreed, she'd never liked waiting, and now she was here on her own. She stood from the bed, pacing in front of it, and flushed as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, completely naked except for a black satin dressing gown, she'd left it open, but she fought the instinct to tie it as the door creaked open,
"It's just me." Rhys smiled at her before crossing the room, "Are you sure about this?" Feyre nodded,
"I just don't like waiting,"
"We just wanted you to be sure."
"I am sure, now stop making me wait." Mischief flashed in Rhys's eyes as he leaned down to press a quick kiss against her lips, and slipped the dressing gown off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Feyre was still staring at Rhys when the door opened again, and two more male forms stepped into her vision,
"Wings, now." Rhys muttered,
"What?"
"Wings." Feyre concentrated for a moment, almost forgetting to adjust her balance to adjust to the added weight of the wings on her back. Rhys spun her round, and tugged her against him so that her back was pressed against his front. She flushed again when she met Azriel's eyes, he and Cassian were still fully dressed, so was Rhys actually, and she squirmed under their gazes, but smiled when she noticed that both of them were already straining against their pants. Feyre gasped when Rhys gently pressed between her shoulderblades, making her wings fly out to the sides. He tugged her backwards, and ran a finger along the ridge of a wing, making her collapse completely into him as he sat down on the bed, setting Feyre in his lap.
Even as Rhys began a slow exploration of her waist and stomach, he began talking, small talk, he was really making small talk while she was here, naked, wanting them all. She wriggled in his lap, and it was Cassian who laughed,
"Oh, you are cruel, Rhys." he chuckled, "Poor Feyre,"
"Well, I am High Lord of Night, she knew who she was dealing with."
"Rhys!" she snapped, and all three males laughed, especially when Rhys kissed the side of her neck, and her head fell back onto his shoulder. She made to complain again, but just let out a loud moan as two pairs on hands descended on her wings. Slowly, too slowly, Rhys dipped a hand lower, lower, until he found the evidence of her arousal. He swept a finger through her sex, then two, but removed both, and pushed them into her mouth. She moaned louder at the taste of herself, but whimpered when Cassian and Azriel both stepped back, leaving her trembling with desire,
"Shhhhhh," Rhys murmured, "Patience, darling." She switched her attention between the two males currently stripping all their clothes off in front of her, stumbling when Rhys pushed her to her feet, crashing into Azriel's arms. Rhys made no move to join them, instead settling into a chair across the room, and gently stroked himself as Azriel helped Feyre regain her balance. She glanced across at Rhys, who just shrugged, "What are you waiting for? You want him, have him." Feyre didn't need any more encouragement to haul her mouth to Azriel's, immediately opening and moaning as he gently caressed her tongue with his own, slowly exploring her mouth, his hands rubbing up and down her sides. She panted for breath when he released her mouth, immediately kissing along her jaw. Feyre moaned when a second pair of hands wrapped around her waist, she almost came then and there from Cassian's breath across her wings, but she stopped herself, she had to wait for Rhys' say-so tonight. Cassian rested his chin on her shoulder, and kissed her cheek, she dropped her head backwards onto his shoulder, and moaned when he moved his hands slowly up her body, starting to tease her breasts in time with Azriel's kisses along her neck,
"Eager, aren't we, Feyre?" he chuckled, and she tried to respond, but only managed a strangled moan, earning chuckles from all of them. She wriggled and tried to grind backwards against him, but Azriel pinned her hips still,
"Uh-uh, stay still for us, Feyre."
"But-" Cassian stole all complaints the moment he slanted his mouth over hers, Azriel had been slow, seductive, Cassian's kiss was all fire and dominance. She moaned into his mouth, and reached back to hold his head against her, gripping the ends of his hair, and tugging slightly. Azriel gently lifted her off the ground as Cassian nipped at her lower lip, and she gulped down air when he finally released her, only to nudge her forwards into Azriel's lap on the bed. Feyre looked again at Rhys, and he gave her an encouraging nod,
It's okay, I want to see you on his cock. Feyre shifted to straddle Azriel's lap, rolling her hips teasingly against his, never quite giving him enough, at least until he gripped her hips. She wriggled, trying to tease him again, but he held her still, and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, raising an eyebrow,
"Yes," she muttered,
"I can't hear you," Azriel murmured,
"Yes," she repeated a little louder,
"Yes, what? What do you want?"
"I - I want you to fuck me." She let out a cry as Azriel pulled her hips down and slammed his own upwards at the same time, driving his cock deep inside her right away,
"Like that?" Feyre's mind was blank, burning pleasure coursing through her at each movement he made, she slumped forwards, and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, whimpering softly with each move he made. Feyre squealed when Cassian's hands replaced Azriel's on her hips, rocking her faster back and forth, leaving Azriel free to explore her wings. She tried to speak, to tell him where to touch, but all she could manage was another squeal. There was no escape, each time she rocked backwards, away from Azriel, she found herself pinned against Cassian's chest. He kissed along her neck, and Azriel brushed the most sensitive spot on her wing, she screamed, and fixed Rhys with a pleading look, unable to even beg for what she needed,
"You can do better than that, Cass," he chuckled, and Feyre could almost feel Cassian's smirk behind her,
"Have you ever had two males inside you?" Feyre turned to face him as best as she could, and he grinned, turning her chin back to Azriel, who slammed his hips up into her,
"Eyes on me." She obeyed, even as she recognized the sound of the bottle of lubricating oils opening. She collapsed into Azriel's arms again when Cassian slowly eased a finger inside her. With Azriel still pounding into her from below, the second sensation was almost too much, and she sobbed with pleasure when he added a second finger, slowly moving and stretching her out. She buried her face in Azriel's shoulder when Cassian disappeared, and he ran a hand up and down her back slowly, soothing the nervousness threatening to show up again. Still, Feyre whimpered in fear when she felt Cassian's cock pushing at her ass, but she nodded, moaning as he slowly pushed into her, then pulled out, and pushed back in, making sure she was comfortable before shoving her down on Azriel's cock with the force of a thrust. She cried out, her body going loose and uncooperative when both males started moving in tandem,
"Please," she sobbed, gasping when Cassian guided her chin up and back so that she was looking straight at Rhys,
"Look at him while you let both of us fuck you," she did, she looked Rhys in the eyes as he smirked, deliberately stroking himself to match Cassian's rhythm inside her,
"Please," she gasped again, she needed to come, right now, and she wouldn't, couldn't until Rhys did something, Cassian and Azriel could fuck her all day, but if Rhys stayed over there, she'd never be able to climax. It was so close, so close, but just out of reach. Azriel's hands were still on her wings when Rhys stood and made his way over to them, wiping away the tears pooling in the corners of Feyre's eyes,
"Tell me what you want," he whispered, stepping back just out of reach as she reached out for him, screaming in pleasure when Cassian and Azriel both slammed into her at the same time, "Use your words, darling," he hummed, and Feyre sobbed again,
"Please, I, please," she managed, "Can I-" she broke off when Cassian dropped a hand to her clit, it was too much, and she couldn't even climax, she sobbed again, tears starting to fall down her face as Azriel spilled inside her, but he made no move to pull out, he was content to let her sit on his cock as long as it took for Cassian to come as well. Azriel banded his arms around her chest, supporting her as she desperately reached for Rhys, her fingertips just inches away from him as he watched, "I want to come." She whispered,
"What was that?"
"Rhys, please," she gasped, "Can I come?" Feyre sighed as Rhys shuffled along the bed to sit behind Azriel, cupping Feyre's face in both hands as he kissed her, deep, claiming, and finally said those words she needed,
"Come for us, Feyre." She did, right then, her vision failing as she screamed and cried at the overwhelming pleasure washing through her. Cassian kept working her slowly through it as he came moments later, brushing her hair to one side to gently kiss the side of her neck as she came down from her high. She blinked to clear her vision, and mumbled a 'thank you' to Azriel as he helped her climb into Rhys' arms. She buried her face in his chest, but her head shot up at the sound of a low moan across the bed. Rhys turned her in his arms, still rubbing her sides as Azriel smirked, shoving Cassian's face into the mattress as he pumped his fingers into his ass. Cassian wriggled, and tried to dislodge Azriel's hand on his head, but finally fell still, earning a dark chuckle from the shadowsinger,
"Stop that," he hissed, slapping Cassian's hands away when he tried again to lift his head. Feyre glanced back at Rhys when shadows wound around Cassian's hands, pinning them behind his back, and she laughed at Cassian's muffled complaint that quickly changed to moans with the addition of a second finger.
"Alright, darling?" Rhys whispered, "I know that was a lot,"
"That was great," Feyre breathed, "But now I want you. I always want you."
"Of course, you do." Rhys laughed, and Feyre scowled, but rolled her eyes,
"You always want me."
"Can you blame me?" He murmured, palming her breasts as she watched Azriel slide into Cassian, and she let out a moan as Rhys pinched a nipple, then slowly rolled her hips back against him, "I want to be inside you," He growled, and Feyre raised an eyebrow, slowly lifting her hips to lower herself onto him, his groan of pleasure sparking a deeper satisfaction than anyone else could ever give her.
Feyre ground her hips down against Rhys as he kissed and sucked at her neck, biting down at the junction between her neck and shoulder. She tipped her head sideways, moaning softly as he sucked a mark into her skin, groaning out her name as she rolled her hips down onto him. Feyre's rhythm faltered at the sound of a louder groan from Cassian, his head now tipped sideways as he panted, squeezing his eyes shut.
Go touch him. Rhys murmured into her mind, and Feyre laughed, crawling across the bed, and brushed Cassian's hair away from his face,
"He looks pretty like this," she chuckled to Rhys, and laughed at Cassian's weak attempt at responding, Azriel grinned, and slowly rolled his hips before pulling all the way out, and slamming back in to the hilt. At the same time, Feyre grasped the base of Cassian's wings, and he whimpered, actually whimpered, before spilling himself on the sheets beneath him. Feyre still didn't let go of his wings, zoning out of the room around her as she searched for the spot that would make him scream her name. She didn't notice when the shadows around his wrists released him, only realizing when he surged forwards, flipping her underneath him, and pinning her wrists over her head,
"Cruel High Lady," he crooned, chuckling as she tried to twist away, but she fell still when he nudged her legs apart, sliding a knee upwards between them. Feyre gasped as he rubbed it back and forth, grinding against him as she chased another high, and gasped when darkness descended around her face, and something else pinned her hands still, shadows, Azriel was deliberately blinding her. She tested the bindings of the shadows, and couldn't move an inch, especially with Cassian redoubling his efforts to bring her to the edge.
Words were absolutely beyond her as Rhys slipped into her mind, wringing a new pleasure from her as he caressed her mind, his essence melding into hers until she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She sobbed his name again and again, out loud, in her mind, she didn't know, she only knew the pleasure washing over her in waves, the pleasure from herself, and Rhys's own pleasure as he stroked himself at the sight of her trembling in Cassian's arms another tear slipped down her face as Cassian switched his attention from her body to her wings, and the only thought she could form was the command for her wings to vanish, with three males, anything involving her wings would be too much, and Cassian merely moved back to her sex, wringing another climax out of her with his fingers.
She knew that she must be trembling and whimpering, but she didn't care enough to try and stop, she just cared when Cassian slowly slid into her, and her hands released so that she could grip his shoulders as he flipped them over. She'd barely taken a breath before someone pushed into her ass, Azriel, and she gasped when he gripped her hair, and pulled her head up, only for Rhys to tip her chin up. She opened her mouth, breathing through her nose as he slid in. She carefully timed her breaths to Rhys' thrusts, but choked when Azriel thrust into her, shoving her further onto Rhys' cock. With Cassian pounding into her from beneath, there was no way she could keep a rhythm. She let go, let them guide her, let them bring her to climax, once, twice, thrice before each spilling inside her one after the other.
Feyre collapsed onto the bed, the males' release still dripping out of her as she struggled to fill her lungs. Rhys gently tipped her head back, rolling her onto her side. She grasped for his hands, clinging onto him as she gathered herself back together. She half registered someone gently cleaning her up, and mumbled something incoherent as she pushed herself up into a seated position. She laughed as three pairs of arms and wings wrapped around her,pulling her back onto the bed. Cassian complained that he was being left out as she nestled into Rhys' side, quickly snuggling into the bed between them, with Rhys in front of her, and Azriel pressed against her from behind. She draped an arm across Rhys to find Cassian, and snorted with laughter when he stretched a wing across the four of them, the darkness quickly sending her to sleep.
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dreaminginvelaris50 minutes ago
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i dont get it, how is rhysand telling azriel to keep his dick in his pants in order for him not to jeopardize shit, being an asshole? so suddenly hes an ass for...for literally making sure a court member of his doesn鈥檛 destroy their fragile allegiances for the upcoming war? hes being an asshole for that?
just say you didn鈥檛 like azriel being called out for his bullshit and go.
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anyoneseenadaman hour ago
That fenrys fic was divine 馃槶馃敟 can I request something for him having a nightmare for the first time since he found his mate and she comforts him and reassure him ?a tiny bit of angst maybe 馃挃馃ぇ
pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)
warnings: blood, violence, nightmares, character death (kinda), mainly fluff with a lil bit of angst
a/n: I completely stole the first half of this from a short story I wrote about Achilles lmao, also THANK YOU FENRYS IS AN ICON AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE WHICH I AM HAPPY TO GIVE, hope u enjoy <3
(I did not proof read this because I am tired :))
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Fenrys hands shook as they refrained from touching her, from pulling her in and wrapping himself around her, drowning in her hair, her skin, her clothes, her laugh, eyes, smile. She turned with a smirk and a cheeky eyebrow raise, beckoning him in. He lunged, grabbing her, ready to make true on his wish, staring in wonder as her solid form turned to mist in his hands as she moved further away. Her laugh drawing him in. And of course, he followed like the lost puppy he was, begging, and whining to return to comfort, home, safety. She was his home, and he would follow her to the ends of the world if it meant she stayed that way.
聽She had moved again, this time into a series of winding corridors, the maze he called his heart, a maze she owned. He chased after her, but she was quick, twisting and turning through corridors and secret doors, the map laid bare for her to see as he stumbled blinding, led only be the light she left in her path and her infectious laughter. Finally, she reached a dead end, casually bracing herself against the cold walls, releasing an exhale of laughter through her nose. He slowed his pace to a walk as she smiled up at him through curling lashes, nothing but the faint smudge of rouge high on her cheeks concealing her natural face to him, which he proceeded to wipe with his thumb when he reached her, his build towering over hers.
聽鈥淔inished running, are you?鈥 he mused quietly,
聽鈥淚 knew you wouldn鈥檛 let me get too far,鈥 she whispered back, lips tracing his jaw.
聽鈥淭hat鈥檚 because you hold my leash,鈥 he allowed himself to concede, 鈥渁lways have, always will my darling.鈥
聽She let out a sigh of agreement, before leaning to his ear, their bodies pressed so tightly together he could feel her heart beating in his own chest, as if they had swapped hearts giving the other all they were, all they could be.
聽鈥淭here is no me without you.鈥 She uttered the vows they had made that beautiful day, where she dressed as the angel he was sure she was. He leaned down to express his love, but she did not allow him to rest in her arms for long, pulling away with a giggle.
聽鈥淲hat?鈥 he asked with a smirk, but she was already gone giggling behind him, the chase beginning again.
聽But as he turned, blessed by the smile she gave him, all pearly white teeth and rosy cheeks, the warning shout he cried was not quick enough as a wash of deep red replaced the once pure and untainted white of her smile. Her mouth filling with blood, the sword protruding from her stomach like a handle. She stared at him questions not asked soon enough as she splutters up blood onto her previously fresh clothes, eyes full of fear, splitting his heart in half, the ground crumbling beneath his feet.
聽He tried to run to her, hands grasping at air as he fell through the cracks in his own heart, a scream tearing from his throat as she was pulled from him, skin draining of colour and eyes turning black, full of hatred and contempt as she stared him down.
聽His own scream woke him up, sweat and tears blending on his face like paint on a pallet, as he gripped her pillow and sobbed on their bed. He herded himself into the far corner of the bed, afraid when he realised she was not lying next to him, comforting words, and gentle hands ready to lull him back to sleep. Fear and sadness battled in his heart, the heart he had given her during the war, the heart she had held safely as she cut her way through armies to reach him again. The heart she had put back together with soft kisses and words of undying love. The heart she had tied to her own the day they wed and had kept pressed safely in her chest since.
聽He looked now, tears blurring the image he was presented with, bookshelves filled with stories you promised you would read eventually, tubes of lipstick on the floor next to the frame of their mirror, tea left to go cold in mugs dotted around the room, sketches left to be forgotten on desks and ribbons tied haphazardly around bed posts.
聽He saw all these signs of you, the clues you left him as he navigated your shared life. His eyes darted around the room, breath picking up when he couldn鈥檛 see you, pressing a hand to your side of the bed and finding it warm, his breathing only slowing a little.
聽He stood, pulling on a pair of boxers, and grabbing two daggers he kept next to the bed as his mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. He slowly padded out the room, moving silently through the house and thinking of a million different ways to torture whoever had dared to touch you. The tears on his face had dried uncomfortably but it was the least of his worries as he stalked through his own home, fear clouding his judgement that argued you were probably safe.
聽He heard movement in the kitchen and walked that way, footsteps light as he rounded to corner to a beautiful sight. His arms dropped as he took in the sight of you in nothing but his shirt, sipping from a glass of water, illuminated by the moons glow. You turned when he walked in, smiling at his but furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his facial expression and the knives in his hands.
聽鈥淔enrys, what happened?鈥 you asked, moving over to him as he threw his daggers down, arms encircling your waist as he breathed in your scent. 鈥淔enrys please, you鈥檙e scaring me.鈥
聽He pulled away from you and you reached up, stroking a hand down his face and looking up at him with nothing but concern in your eyes, eyes that were searching his for any clues of why he was acting this way.
鈥淚 though you were- I thought someone had,鈥 he struggled to get the words out, pulling you even closer, one hand tangling itself in your hair as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, kissing his sharp jaw.
聽鈥淪low down love, tell me what happened,鈥 your soothing voice calmed him, his breath coming easier as you moved a hand to his shoulder, your loving grip grounding him.
聽鈥淚 had a dream, then I woke up and you weren鈥檛 hear and I- I thought someone had taken you,鈥 he whispered, eyes filling with tears as he pictured your lifeless eyes and limp body.
聽鈥淥h my love, I鈥檓 sorry,鈥 you pulled away from him, clasping his large hand in your smaller one and pulling him to your shared bedroom, 鈥淏ut you know I鈥檓 not easy to kidnap, I make too much noise.鈥 聽You joked, holding his hand to your mouth, and kissing it lightly as you walked over to your bed.
聽He sat down first, and you stood between his legs, his arms wrapping tightly around you again. 鈥淒on鈥檛 joke about that,鈥 he muttered into your stomach, but he couldn鈥檛 resist the smile forming.
聽You pushed his head back and climbed into his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. 鈥淚 mean honestly, if I ever got taken hostage I鈥檓 pretty sure I鈥檇 annoy them into letting me go, I鈥檇 just start explaining my top three reasons why every Jane Austen novel contains gay subtext.鈥
聽鈥淥r you could explain to them the tier list you and Aelin made of all the men you know.鈥 Fenrys laughed as your eyes lit up.
聽鈥淚 forgot about that!鈥 you exclaimed and Fenrys laughed, lying down, and pulling you with him as he tickled your sides, revelling in your squeals as you batted your hands at him.
聽When you calmed down, breathing quickly you rolled off Fenrys as he nestled himself between your breasts, holding you close.
聽鈥淧lease never leave me,鈥 he whispered into your chest as he listened to the steady beat of your heart as it created a song just for him. The vulnerability in his voice broke you and you moved a hand to his head, stroking lightly.
鈥淣ever.鈥 You spoke with such surety that Fenrys let out the exhale he had been holding in. 鈥淚 am never going to leave you, I鈥檓 always going to be by your side.鈥
鈥淚 love you so much, so much when I thought you were gone, I felt sick. I can鈥檛 do this without you.鈥 He whispered into your skin. 鈥淪ometimes I鈥檓 scared that one day I鈥檒l wake up and all this will have been a dream. And I鈥檒l have to lie with Maeve again and kill for her and watch her hurt Conall and it will be so much worse, because I鈥檒l remember this softness, I鈥檒l remember you and maybe one day I鈥檇 find you and you wouldn鈥檛 recognise me, and for the rest of my life I鈥檇 think of you, of the woman I never got to love.鈥
鈥淭his is real.鈥 You whispered, kissing his head, and ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, 鈥淚鈥檓 real, you鈥檙e real. We鈥檙e real Fenrys.鈥
He didn鈥檛 reply, just buried his face deeper into your chest, addicted to the feel of your heartbeat. The constant reminder that you were here, you were alive. After he lost his brother you noticed Fenrys had become clingier, you initially presumed it was just because he was in mourning and needed comfort but one night he had drunkenly confessed his biggest fear to you. The nightmares he would have where you left him, told him you hated him, and the worst of all, the nightmares in which he watched your life be cruelly ripped from you. He could live with you hating him and leaving him, knowing that somewhere in the world you were safe and breathing, but everyday he feared your death.
The mornings he would wake up and find you wincing, a hot water bottle pressed into your lower stomach, the thought of you in any form of pain ripping into him, making his heartbeat faster and his palms sweat. The powerful warrior brought to his knees for you, but you were always quick to reassure him with kisses and promises of staying in bed all day.
As he breathed in your scent now and listened to your heartbeat, happily surrounded by you and only you, he allowed himself to relax under you soft touch, his own heart slowing to beat with yours as the fear slowly melted from him.
He needn鈥檛 fear your death, as he knew that he would never let you die. No, instead he would always fall before you, sacrifice his own life, any life if it meant you survived. You were a Goddess sent to bless him and he would fall to worship before you, always.
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mhootie2 hours ago
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Dear Elriels,
Pls be careful with how you defend your ship. Comparing Gwyn to other predatory characters or saying she won鈥檛 want to have sex in hopes that will invalidate a potential relationship with Azriel is super damaging to people who relate to her. Also inaccurately claiming she is a child is triggering to CSA survivors. As a fellow CSA survivor, book lover, homebody, I would request that you find a new reason for why Gwyn and Az won鈥檛 happen. Thank you!
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ofcourseus2 hours ago
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Things I can imagine gwynriel doing:
- Gwyn threading her fingers through Azriel鈥檚 hair as he slowly closes his eyes
- Them hugging and Azriel leaning down to rest his forehead against hers
- Gwyn walking away with a tiny smirk the first time she says something explicitly flirtatious to Azriel (and azriel staying frozen, blinking after her before jogging to catch up)
- Lots of late night sparring and taunting
- Gwyn tripping Azriel after he beats her at sparring, (just because), and him turning around to glare, pretending to be annoyed
- Gwyn cooing at baby Nyx as Azriel holds him awkwardly, like a ticking time bomb
- Azriel smiling softly at Gwyn as she plays with Nyx
- Azriel and Gwyn roasting Cassian together
- Gwyn and Nesta teasing Azriel together
- Gwyn reaching across the bed to hold Azriel鈥檚 hand when she鈥檚 asleep 馃槱馃槱馃槱
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littlelostlantern2 hours ago
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ACOSF SPOILERS!!!!
So Nesta gave Feyre, Gwyn, and herself the 鈥淚llyrian anatomy鈥. And not Elain.
Does that mean there鈥檚 hope for Elain and Lucien?
Not that I鈥檝e decided or anything still pretty confused between Lucien and Azriel 馃槶馃槶馃槶
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onceupona-chaos3 hours ago
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Feathers and dawn (part II)
Day 18 of Elriel month/ Teach me how to fly
You can read part I here.
"Spread your wings."聽
The moment Elain opened her wings, the cold, impetuous wind hit them, and the full impact made her lose balance, almost falling backwards. Instead, she met Azriel's chest, his hands tightened on her waist, and her body went cold and hot all at once.
This time Elain did stop breathing.聽
WC: 4164/ Warnings: Language
(I had so much fun writing this! As usual, sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Sorry for any typos as well, but I can't look at it anymore lol)
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Elain had held that light inside of her with everything she got, and even so it came close to controlling her rather than the other way around.
She still could feel it, not the light that shone so bright to blind someone's eyes, but more like a gracious flame of a candle in her chest. But that was nothing compared to how the muscles on her back burned.
When her eyes cracked open, she was half expectant that all of it had been a delirious dream or one of those visions that still hunted her from time to time. But then she tried to move to a sit position, and a scream escaped from her throat at the very, very real pain punishing her upper body.
Her entire back was sore, and she could feel a complex extension of muscles - from her neck to the end of her spine - that was now linked to two massive weights coming out of her shoulder blades.
Excruciating, blinding pain.
Elain didn't notice the tears falling down her cheeks, couldn't even hear the sounds coming out of her own mouth.
Strong, calloused hands were pushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead a second later, and then Azriel鈥檚 beautiful face was there.
He was like a hiding spot in the middle of a storm, anchoring her from her agony, even though his expression was contorted in worry.
Azriel's eyes were wild, lips forming her name, but she couldn't hear a sound. Pain was all she knew, making her senses numbed.
Black dots started to dance in front of her eyes, her head getting light, and hazel ones full of terror was the last thing she saw before the world bleed into darkness again.
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The next time Elain emerged to consciousness, first she smelled the leafy odor of salvia. Then the feeling of gentle, experienced hands massaged the line of her spine while she was lying on her stomach.
Heavy eyelids opened to the Velaris sunset, shades of pink and purple coloring the blue sky were visible through the familiar floor to ceiling windows, making her recognize her room in the river house.
Elain caught a movement from the corner of her eyes, and she inclined her head slightly to see Azriel, kneeling beside her bed, worry still printed in his face, but his eyes filled with relief now.
His hair was in complete disarray, the dark locks pointed in different directions as if he had run his hands through it repeatedly.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e awake,鈥 he breathed.
Those hands, unfamiliar hands, were still rubbing her exposed back, the gentle touch soothing the pain.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 Majda, she鈥檚 almost finishing.鈥 Azriel must have sensed her confusion. 鈥淗ow鈥檚 the pain?鈥
Her mouth was dry and it was an effort just to make words come out of it. 鈥淭olerable鈥 she said, voice raw.
He just nodded and then they fell in a comfortable silence. It was always like this with him - no need for empty words.
Azriel just stayed there in his vigil, shadows curling around his ankles, watching her with those familiar hazel eyes. Not the blazing gold of Cassian's, but rather an embrace shared between warm brown and stark gray, with hues of emerald green that would stand out according to his mood.
Eyes as complex as Azriel's himself, candidly observing her whilst Majda worked, her hands putting the exact amount of pressure to soothe her muscles, the salvia tuning the sharp pain into a dull ache. She didn't touch Elain's wings.
Wings.
Even with their weights on her back, even with the feeling of that warm power in her chest, Elain still was prone to believe it all had been a dream if it wasn't for the pain.
When Majda finished the healing massage, she merely told them she'd come back the next few days to do it again.
The bedroom鈥檚 door clicked shut, and Elain was already trying to get up, Azriel immediately protesting, "You should stay in bed.鈥
"I want to see them" was her only reply. She needed to see, to look at them. To know they were real.
"Your muscles aren't strong enough to support the knew weight -"
Indeed, when she tried to stand, her balance wavered and she toppled forward.
Azriel caught her before she could fall on her face, hauling her up. Gently, one of his hands passed behind her knees, the other around her waist, and he scooped her up.
Elain let her head fall against his chest, breathing his scent as he walked through the room. A few moments later, far more than was necessary to reach her mirror, he put her down, but remained close.
She didn't see her pale face or even care about the fact that she was wearing nothing, but a nightgown that reached the middle of her thighs. Not when two massive wings rested on the floor behind her, the soft, white feathers touching the carpet.
Elain turned around to see her back, to see the point where the skin ended and the feathering began.
They were beautiful.
But she never had felt more unworthy of something. She couldn鈥檛 even hold them up, couldn't even lift them from the ground. It had been so exhausting spent months trapped in that murky realm, visions blending together with reality, that she hadn鈥檛 want find out what else the Cauldron had given her, hadn't want to touch that flame burning in her chest, not when her own body felt foreign and now -
Only when she felt tears dripping onto her chest, Elain realized she was crying, exhaustion falling upon her as a blanket, covering her to the bones.
She stood there for enough time that the next time Azriel spoke, she had almost forgotten he was there.
Almost.
Because she always seemed to sense whenever he was around.
"I will teach you everything."
It didn't sound like an offer at all. His words were a promise.
Slowly she turned from the mirror to face him - and nearly sobbed at how lovely and fiercely his eyes were, almost shining with sheer compassion.
Compassion for her, yes. But also for an Illyrian boy who didn't know how to fly, who found himself all alone in a war camp long ago. "I'll be with you and I'll teach you everything."
She didn鈥檛 know what to say, what to make of everything. So Elain only took his hand, interlacing their fingers and squeezing firmly.
But then, a thought struck her. "Truth-Teller," she gasped.
A smile curved his lips. "It's with me," he said. "I went back to the Cave. Turns out, without the Orb, the wards were gone."
Relief washed over her. And guilty.
"I'm sorry. I should - ."
Before she could finish her sentence, Elain was again in his arms. Azriel chuckled, but hadn't missed how heavy her eyelids were getting. "Not your fault. You weren't exactly in position to remember it," he said while gently carrying her back to bed.
But before he could lay down the mattress, he stopped by the side of the bed, and turned to look at her. Every ounce of amusement gone.
"I thought鈥" his words died and he shook his head.
No trace of that mask he so often used, no sign of his usually neutral expression.
The look on his face was Azriel in his most raw state. And she could see it.
I thought I had lost you.
She wished she wasn't so tired as she buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed, "I know."
He nodded. He understood.
He murmured as he lay her in the bed, "Sleep. I still owe Nesta an explanation."
Elain smiled sleepily, and mumbled, "Good luck."
Just when darkness came to claim her once again, Elain felt the ghost touch of a light kiss in her temple and the smell of mist and cedar. ___________
The next day, Elain was sitting at her usual spot by the window of the living room in the river house, the Orb laying on a desk right in the center of the room. What was unusual, however, was the many pairs of eyes glued to her.
Cassian's jaw was still on the floor by the time Amren, the last one to arrive, entered the room. Even her face went a bit slack when she took in the wings and some emotion sparkled in her silver eyes.
Elain tried not to blush, but all that attention wasn't helping.
Although Feyre had helped her before to retract and summon her wings, which she was grateful for, Elain didn't want to summon them in front of everyone, so she decided to just get straight to the point.
She didn鈥檛 know how Azriel explained what had happened to the others, especially to Nesta. But given the look on her face fixed on Rhysand and on the spymaster, a perfect I Will Slay My Enemies look, according to Cassian, Elain wasn鈥檛 sure she wanted to know.
But as for now Azriel just held her sister's gaze, his face neutral.
"So鈥" Cassian began, waving a hand towards her wings. "What the hell?"
"I think what he's trying to ask you is," Nesta gave a look at her mate. "Where did those come from?"
Elain took a deep breath. "Well..." She bit her lip, trying to choose her words in order to make sense. "After I found out what I was, I've never accessed the full extension of my powers. I knew the Cauldron had given me something else,something more, but I didn't want to find out what it was."
Rhysand asked, "Why."
"Because I was too scared," She replied honestly. That was all she could say. She didn't want to, didn't know if she could relive those days when she couldn't tell reality and dreams apart.
She glimpsed at Azriel, who was at the corner of the room, sorrow shining on his face while he gave her a reassurance nod.
"So when I grabbed the Orb, it鈥 whatever powers I have just grumbled in answer, as if they were the same鈥 they came to the surface. It tried to stop them, push them back, to let go of the Orb, but I couldn't鈥 it trapped me"
"That's because they are the same," Amren said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Elain understood what lay on her eyes: recognition.
"What wicked sort of plans the Cauldron may have for the three of you," Amren went on, nodding to Elain and her sisters.
"Amren," Rhysand said, the voice of the High Lord. "If you know something, just tell us."
The petite female gave him a hard look, before turning to Elain. "The Cauldron didn't make you any Seer." Amren tilted her head, studied Elain. "He also happened to make you an Oracle." Her eyes were practically two blazing stars, and Elain had to fight a shiver, before asking "An Oracle?"
"That 's right, girl."
"What's the difference?" Nesta demanded.
"A different group of Seers鈥 powerful ones", Rhysand murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I thought they were just a myth."
"They were as real as you and me, Rhysand," Amren said, shaking her head.
It was Feyre's time to demand, "Someone please explain."
"Before the High Lords, there was a time where this world lived in complete, unshakable peace," Amren began. "The Oracles were the great responsibles for this time of harmony, a group of Seers who used to celebrate life and pulled the threads of Fate. They travel through words just like we travel between courts, using their Seer powers to See and manipulate the future to their will鈥 to prevent any cause of conflict before it even became a conflict. Subtle, swift creatures those females"
Elain wasn't sure if anyone in the room was breathing.
Azriel asked quietly, "How did they disappear?"
"No one truly knows." Rhysand answered. "The legends don't go that far."
"Common Seers have the gift of sight, but it's limited in its own way," Amren explained. "Oracles, however, have other sort powers as well and they can see further in the future, no matter how distant."
There was one question in Elain's mind, essencial and terrifying. "What is my power?"
Amren's smile was a thing of pure wickedness. "I guess you'll have to find out."
"But why the wings?" Nesta asked, brows furrowed.
Amren eyes softened a little. "Some claimed some of them heritaged from an unknown race of warriors. But not every one of them had wings. If you were blessed with them, they would call you the Leader. The others would fly on their winged horses by her side, travelling through the world and maintaining their balance."
Elain's head was spinning. "But what about the Orb?"
"I might have an idea, but I'll need to do some research in the Helion's libraries first." Rhysand shot his mate a look, his lips curving. "Care to join?"
Feyre only rolled her eyes.
Cassian let out a long breath. "So you're telling me Elain could see if a war is truly coming and stop it before it even begins."
A sick feeling gathered on her stomach, and she blurted, "No."
Silence.
"No what?" Amren asked thighly.
"No, I won't use my powers to play with Fate." She couldn't help the edge of rage in her words. "Espeacilly not when Fate itself had been playing with me all along."
Silence fell.
"You're right," Feyre offered at last, her voice soft. "It's your choice."
Gratitude washed over Elain.
"I want to learn how to fly, though" she blurted, glancing at Azriel, who was already smiling.
Feyre looked between them. "You'll find Azriel has鈥 harsh methods, but they are quite efficient."
Rhysand, who had been just observing, suggested, "Maybe you, Feyre darling, can teach Elain, too."
"I will train her." Azriel's words were practically a snarl, challenge filling every one of them.
Elain looked at the shadows gathering around him as he stared at Rhysand, who just narrowed his eyes back. Strange.
"I'm sure Azriel is the better option to teach Elain, he was the one who taught me after all." Feyre was looking pointly at her mate. "But I can participate in a few lessons when they get tired of training alone." She said looking at Elain, eyes shining bright with an edge of mischief.
Elain ignored that.
"You'll have to build some muscles, you know that, right?" Cassian asked.
Muscles. It wasn't that Elain was opposed to that, but鈥 she couldn't see herself as a warrior like her sisters. Surely, she wouldn't mind learning one thing or two, but...
"I'll help you."
Elain turned to her older sister, with raised brows. "I don't鈥"
"You don't have to learn how to use a sword, but I can help with your core muscles," Nesta offered.
Then, Elain couldn't stop the warmth in her chest - not from that source of power, but from pure gratitude. "Thank you."
Amren shocked her head and huffled a breath, edged with amusement, making Elain's brows furrow at that.
"A Made, reborn Fae and a Valkyrie training a new Oracle." Her lips curved in a feral smile. "Three Cauldron-blessed sisters, indeed."
Elain didn't have to use the Orb to know Fate had listened to Amren's words.
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"Shit."
Azriel's curse hit Elain's ears, before her arm hit the rock as she fell on her face right into the lake.
They had been training for weeks now. At first, it was more about how to summon her wings and keep them up instead of resting on the ground.
Sometimes Feyre would join them, or even Nuala and Cerridwen made an appearance for what Cerridwen called "emotional support".
Which means they watched as Elain jumped just to fall right into that gods-damned lake and tried not to laugh. Cerridwen often failed spectacularly at that.
But after one particularly hard training lesson that ended up with more bruises Elain would care to admit, especially to her pride, Cerridwen had come to her room with a gift: a brand new and very pink apron with a winged fawn carefully embroidered at the front, the chain stitches meticulous done.
It was the most ridiculous apron Elain had ever seen - and she wore every chance she got with a stupid smile on her face.
But most of the time it was only Azriel and her. First they would stick to training, and she was able to focus only on the lessons. Until one day they had sat side by side at the shore, talking about everything and nothing, and, gods, she had missed him.
But then she felt that ravenous pull towards him and had to look away, before she could do something stupid again - and just like that she remembered why they had kept their distance in the first place.
She knew he desired her just as she desired him. She had seen the longing in his face, and had smelled his scent that night, darker than usual. Had read the hunger shining in his eyes as he looked at her.
But she had crossed a line he didn't want to cross.
Good thing now she had other things to worry about. Like ignoring the pain in her left arm, finding her way to the surface to get the hell out of that chilling lake.
But before she could do any of those things, Elain found herself looking at the sky and then the ground was beneath her.
And a very, very shirtless Azriel was by her side. "Are you alright?" he asked, wrapping his tunic around her shoulders, scanning for injuries.
Even with her teeth almost chattering off her mouth from the cold, Elain couldn't help but take one good look at his muscled chest, those intricate tattoos on display and she felt her face heating. Not from embarrassment, but from pure desire that was pounding in her blood, traveling through her body. All she wanted in that moment, and so many before that, was to touch him, taste him. Be with him, by his side.
She imagined what would be like to have that powerful body hovering over hers.
Then she blushed a bit at those thoughts, too.
"I"m fine," she blurted after a considerable time, enough to make Azriel blush as well. And make her consider throwing herself at the lake again.
To distract herself, Elain closed her eyes and accessed that flame in her chest, letting it shine bright inside her, waves of heat running through her veins and bones until she was no longer cold.
When she looked at Azriel, he was already watching her. He cleaned his throat. "You kept yourself on the air longer this time."
Elain raised an eyebrow, "I fell on the only rock in this entire river."
A gleam shone in his eyes.
Elain narrowed hers at him.
"Are you trying not to laugh?"
"No," he said, clapping his lips together.
Every pound of desire in her blood died. "You said it wasn't funny anymore after the first four times."
At that, Azriel tipped his head back and busted out such a rich laugh, that even Elain couldn't stop the small smile on her own lips. "You are a terrible teacher."
Except that he wasn't. Azriel was patient and thoughtful. He had refused to let her practice anywhere but the lake, and when she said she didn't need to be coddled and could practice on land, he had scanned her face, so many emotions passing across his, and told her he wouldn't see her getting hurt.
So they practice on the lake. Every day.
That was weeks ago and Elain was starting to think she would never take to the skies. She still couldn't sustain herself on the air for more than a few seconds.
"What is it like? To fly, I mean." she asked, eyes fixing on the lake before her.
She felt Azriel's eyes on her. "It 's freedom." Truth echoed in his words.
Elain nodded to herself. "I can hear the wind calling me." Her wing ruffled as if in emphasis."I can feel every muscle in my body begging me to jump out of the windows and it just鈥 it's getting harder to ignore."
Elain tried to stop the burning in her eyes, her voice was broken when she breathed, "Why me, if I can't even get close to being airborne for more than five seconds?"
Azriel kept silent for so long, she didn't know if he heard her, but she was too much of a coward to look at him. Didn't want to look at him, not like this, not again.
But then gentle fingers found her chin and slowly turned her head to meet hazel eyes shining bright as the sun above them.
"Come with me."
Next thing she knew she was taking his extended hand and he shot to the skies, his tunic flying from her shoulders while she was being cradled against his bare chest.
Even though he was made of muscles hard as rock, his skin was warm and soft as the finest velvet.
Azriel landed right on the top of one of the highest mountains surrounding Velaris, the city bursting with life so far below that it seemed one of Nyx's toys.
And Elain almost stopped breathing. "Are you going to push me?"
Azriel chuckled, but didn't answer. "Turn around and close your eyes."
"So you definitely are going to push me," she murmured, but did as she was told.
She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't Azriel's large hands on her waist or the warmth of his body behind her.
"Spread your wings."
The moment Elain opened her wings, the cold, impetuous wind hit them, and the full impact made her lose balance, almost falling backwards. Instead, she met Azriel's chest and his hands tightened on her.
This time Elain did stop breathing.
Especially when Azriel's breath caressed the
shell of her ear. "Focus on the wind passing through your wings, how each feather answers to it. Try to understand its direction, its temperature."
So she did. And she could feel it. She could feel the most external layer of feathers absorbing the temperature impact of the icy wind. Could feel the most little plumes, so sensitive they could perceive the slight change in any air current direction.
She became aware of everything around her. But mostly of the heat emanating from Azriel's body on her back, of his thumbs now drawing small circles on her sides.
"When I was a boy, I used to think the same thing as you do now," he whispered. "I was locked away and had to suppress so many instincts鈥" He let out a breath. "These wings are yours and only yours, you command them. It might take some time, but you will fly and control your powers. Be patient. You can do whatever you want, Elain."
It was his words, the meaning. He believed in her, had always believed in her.It was that certainty that had her leaning into his touch.
She folded in her wings and tilted her head, slowly opening her eyes to find his beautiful face inches from hers, close enough for her to see the hues of green in his eyes.
"Thank you," she breathed.
Azriel said nothing. No, he just let every word shine in his gaze as he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers while his thumbs were still caressing her sides leisurely.
She sucked in a breath, eyes falling close as she lost herself at the pure intimacy of that touch. Elain's whole body went molten and she wanted nothing more than to melt against his chest.
But she couldn't cross that line again.
So she pulled back, just enough to look at his face and made herself say, "I think Nesta is waiting for me."
Shadows darkened his hazel eyes. "Right."
On their way to the House of Wind, she thought Azriel would keep silent but he surprised her when he said quietly, "Nuala and Cerridwen never told me you were training with them."
Despite everything, a faint smile curved Elain's lips. "You can't expect to know everyone secrets."
He lifted an eyebrow. "That's my job."
And Nuala and Cerridwen's, too.
"I don't want to be a warrior," Elain blurted. "But鈥 maybe I can use my gifts - my sight gifts, I mean - to..."
A whisper of those shadows still filled his gaze, but Azriel gave her a small smile. "Like spying?"
Elain blushed. "Perhaps."
"You'd make a good spy, but you have to be patient."
Elain looked at him. At that male who had intrigued her and made her feel comfortable and safe from the very beginning. At that male who found her when no one else would, who had seen her. Had truly seen her.
No, she wouldn't cross that line now, but...
"I can be patient, Azriel," she breathed. Promised.
This time, hope shone so brightly in his hazel eyes that no room was left for shadows.
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jxmiehxrondale3 hours ago
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Cassian: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I strong or weak?
Azriel: Strong.
Mor: Weak.
Amren: An idiot.
Cassian:
Amren:
Rhys: And a coward. Use a knife.
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ginginpotter3 hours ago
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鈥淕wyn鈥檚 doing well,鈥 Cassian said, nodding to the archway where the priestess had disappeared. 鈥淪he鈥檚 a nice girl.鈥
Nesta had learned that Gwyn was twenty-eight鈥攊ndeed, just a girl to him.
It鈥檚 clearly written in Acosf that Gwyn is 28
The fact that SJM even had to confirm it says a lot
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gwynrielsupremacy3 hours ago
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Time to rest your weary head - PART 12
OK. this was officially the most fun chapter to write y'all! And since the last one was so short (and ended in a cliffhanger lol) I decided to free you of your anxiousness and hand you now......... THIS RIGHT HERE. enjoy, folks!!!
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She could do this. She could do this. Gwyn kept mentally repeating to herself for the few seconds between her subtle decision of telling Azriel about their mating bond and right before she opened her door. She couldn鈥檛 hear anything below the thrumming of her heart, blood pounding in her arched ears as she inhaled deeply.
She was a Valkyrie. Confessing her feelings to a male was nothing. Except that it wasn鈥檛 just any male. It was Azriel, the Spy of the Night Court, the Shadowsinger, and her friend. Her mate. And she wasn鈥檛 like any female. She was hurt, and tarnished and 鈥
No. She wasn鈥檛 about to fall in that pattern of behavior. She was so much more than what happened to her. She was the rock against which the surf crashed. Nothing could break her. Not again, and not anymore.
So she was determined to let it all out. She needed to be fair, for both of their sakes. She owed it to herself, that honesty and truth. And her newfound friends and family were there to prove it. She could be happy, she should be happy. And although having fears was a part of the process, hers wouldn鈥檛 dominate her anymore. She could still walk on her own pace and be mindful of her boundaries.
She opened the door. She would do it, she would talk, and Azriel would listen 鈥
Like summoned by her thoughts, there he was; standing in her doorway, a hand in the air, as if he was seconds away from knocking. Still dressed in that beautiful evening attire, the black silk of his tunic matching the color of his raven hair, staring at her with such unwavering intensity that made her knees buckle.
She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.
鈥淕wyn, I鈥︹ He looked hesitant, and she didn鈥檛 know if that made her feel more or less nervous.
Seeing his pause, she motioned for him to come in, desperately trying to calm her racing mind to what could he possibly be doing there. She didn鈥檛 dwell on it any longer as she now faced him, and observed quietly as he crossed his hands behind his back, refraining himself. She clutched her hands on the folds of her skirt, both because they were trembling and because she felt that, if she didn鈥檛, she would boldly cross the room and reach for his face.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know how to tell you this.鈥 Azriel started, and they stood a considerable distance apart. His shadows seemed to be in an internal dispute, some trying to go for her and others hovering on his shoulders. His voice was low and quiet, sending shivers through her spine as he continued: 鈥淏ut I won鈥檛 keep this to myself anymore. I could do it, but I just鈥 It wouldn鈥檛 be fair to you. To us.鈥
She swallowed hard, and her heart beat faster in her chest. 鈥淎z, I鈥︹
鈥淧lease.鈥 He softly interrupted her 鈥淛ust鈥 Let me say this.鈥
All she could do was nod as he turned away from her stare, his gaze lost within the logs of the crackling fireplace in front of him. Something in his tone made her tear up. Mother, she didn鈥檛 even have the chance to say how she felt and now there he was: melancholy in his voice as if he was going to deliver some bad, bad news.
But then鈥
鈥淵ou must know something. But first, you need to know that you don鈥檛 have to do anything about it if you don鈥檛 want to. I would respect and understand any decision you鈥檇 make, always. Even if you didn鈥檛 want to ever see me again鈥 The words poured from his mouth, as if he had the same intent as her: to let it all out. His sharp inhale and the way he met her stare, worry and insecurity behind that casual indifferent mask, shattered her.
She could suddenly see both of them in the theater again; staring into each other鈥檚 eyes like it was only them in the whole world. That damned pause after he called her beautiful, pure emotion in his voice. With a jolt, she knew what he was going to say next.
鈥淎nd I would do it without even thinking twice because, Gwyn, we鈥檙e-鈥
鈥淢ates.鈥 She completed his sentence, softly.
His eyes grew wider as a few shadows swirled around her, agitated.
鈥淵ou knew?鈥
She nodded, closing her eyes slightly before opening them up again, taking a couple of mind stilling breaths that allowed her to focus.
This is it. You can do this.
鈥淪ince my birthday.鈥 She saw the way his posture switched from caution to rather curious, some tension easing up on his shoulders as he took in her words. 鈥淚 was hoping鈥 I was giving some time, trying to understand how I felt, how to tell you this... But after tonight, I just had to let you know. I was meaning to come after you, but it seems you beat me to it.鈥
She knew he was gathering up the pieces by the way his eyes were quickly scanning her, his brows slightly furrowed as he read into the looks and blushes she cast him on training, how differently she talked to him on the first days after his surprise.
鈥淲hy? I mean鈥 He corrected himself, hoarsely 鈥淲hy after tonight?鈥
鈥淏ecause tonight was amazing鈥 She took a step towards him, watching him nervously, barely hiding the small smile spreading on her face now, her eyes glimmering 鈥淏ecause you are amazing, Azriel. And I like you a lot.鈥
He also took a step and she observed joyfully as wonder appeared on his features, his eyes widening just a little at her words, his heart racing. Just like hers. His shadows were all over the place right now, as if he鈥檇 forgotten all his worries. Or if he didn鈥檛 particularly care about them at the moment.
鈥淚 like you too, Gwyn. A lot.鈥 His voice rumbled through her spine, making her shiver. Mother, he was handsome. She closed their distance in one last step, and now they were face to face, staring at each other with such intensity it could have made her melt. 鈥淎nd I will do whatever you鈥檇 like. I mean it, if you don鈥檛 want to accept the bond, I would-鈥
鈥淚 know.鈥 She quietly interrupted him, nodding.
They stood quiet, staring at each other for a couple of seconds, and Mother if she couldn鈥檛 help the shift in her tone now, the way her voice automatically lowered and softened, before she found herself asking:
鈥淎nd what do you want to do?鈥
He watched her every breath, assessing her with a different kind of emotion in his darkened eyes as she stared back at him expectantly.
鈥淚 want you, Gwyn.鈥
His longing, warmth, careful words and actions, the way he pronounced her name, it all caused her heart to burst with passion, heat spreading through her. Like she was everything he could think about, but he was still concerned he鈥檇 make her uncomfortable.
So she finally gave in to that aching need of touch and reached to his face, her thumb caressing his cheek. She leaned in and placed a feathery kiss on his lips, giving in to the jolt of electricity that sparked at the mere touch. When she pulled away, seconds later, she found him gazing at her lips, before meeting her stare again. His eyes had widened just a little, as if he was trying to process what had just happened.
He placed his palm on top of hers that was still on his cheek, his shadows encircling them. She could hear his heart even clearer now that they were so close, and a soft smile bloomed on her mouth. With his left hand, he tugged a strand of her copper hair behind her ear, brushing lightly against her face.
She saw the question in his eyes before he even asked, his voice like velvet, eyes tinged with mischief and carefulness and heat: 鈥淢ay I kiss you back, Berdara?鈥
鈥淥f course, Shadowsinger.鈥 She breathed.
When they lips met again, it felt like the world stilled around them. It was so much more than she thought it could be. Azriel gently cupped the back of her neck, sending shivers all over her, while she rested her free hand on his chest. The kiss was gentle, and soft, but also a bit more intense than the one before and filled with an array of emotions Gwyn couldn鈥檛 begin to convey. Suddenly she recognized she鈥檇 been waiting for this for a long, long time. To be in his arms, to taste his lips...
His hand left hers and stopped at her waist, and they parted. She was panting lightly as she took in his ragged breathing, his darkened eyes and swollen lips. What a delightful sight.
She couldn鈥檛 help smiling once again, which turned to a breathless chuckle as he grinned back before resting his forehead on hers. They stood like that for a few seconds, breathing each other鈥檚 scent and smiling like fools, and Gwyn allowed herself to close her eyes and fully take in the moment. The way she felt at ease and relaxed at his presence, in his embrace. The pleasant heat that spread through her as the kiss deepened, that thrilling sensation that threatened to leave her comfort-zone, and how she didn鈥檛 seem afraid of it 鈥 of everything that came with it. She wanted to face that with him, someday. Right now, she would just enjoy being in his arms.
After a moment, her curiosity settled in and she realized he hadn鈥檛 told her for how long he knew about it:
鈥淎z鈥 A soft hum in response 鈥淪ince when did you know?鈥
She lifted her head and faced him fully, waiting for his response. Admiring those beautiful features and lines that hid so much from the world, yet were so openly gazing her now.
鈥淚 heard you.鈥 Seeing how confusion stamped her face, he let out a soft chuckle 鈥淪inging, one night after our dinner at the River House. I was at the training ring, and your voice鈥 It beckoned to me, to my shadows, and my feet moved at their own accord until I stopped at your door. It was the most beautiful thing I ever heard.鈥
She raked her fingers through his silk raven hair, and marveled at how smooth it was. His eyes shut for a moment, before he hugged her, keeping her close.
鈥淵ou know鈥 His voice was a sweet tune on her ears, his breath on her neck 鈥淲ith the mating bond acknowledged, I don鈥檛 think we鈥檒l be able to cover our scent. Everyone will find out.鈥
鈥淎bout that鈥 She almost forgot. 鈥淲e鈥檙e not the only ones to know.鈥
He faced her again, brows furrowing.
鈥淥h?鈥
鈥淩hysand.鈥
She could see by his amused laugh that was not the answer he thought he鈥檇 have. But he let her continue as she went through what had happened all those nights ago. How Rhysand had figured it out, the same night that Azriel did. After she was done, Azriel just shook his head lightly, still with that dimpled half-smile.
鈥淚 could talk to him, if you鈥檇 like privacy for some time. Although my shadows could perhaps cover the scent, I think the spell Helion taught him while Feyre was pregnant would prove more effective.鈥
Gwyn mulled over his words, considering. Her most reckless self wanted to be carefree and confident and discard the offer; but she thought the pressure of everyone knowing about them might be just a little too much. Baby steps, she reminded herself. There was no problem in hiding from the world what they had for now: what mattered was that they both knew it. And she wouldn鈥檛 risk her new relationship with Azriel for her pride: she needed to respect her boundaries, after all. And she knew he would be on board with whatever she decided.
So she nodded.
鈥淥nly for a while; I think it would be good.鈥
鈥淔or as long you want, Gwyn. You know we鈥檒l do this at your pace.鈥
It was like he had read her thoughts. She chuckled quietly in response, and without saying anything, closed their distance once again to brush her lips against his; Mother, she would never get enough of that feeling. Of the fact she could just lean in and kiss him. Something so intimate yet she once thought it would never happen to her; she never thought she鈥檇 want it to.
But she did, so badly, and he was there, with her, one arm pulling her close and the other set firmly on her hips, and she enlaced her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more, feeling his warmth and his grip around her, gentle yet steady鈥 She let out a sigh, and heard a small groan in response from him as he reluctantly pulled away, breathing heavily and facing her with a growing need that made her stomach flutter. They would go slow, and they both knew it, in a silent agreement. That鈥檚 why he parted their kiss.
鈥淎re you going right away?鈥 Her voice was no more than a whisper as she tried to pull herself together.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 particularly want to, but I will. I鈥檒l see if Rhys is still up.鈥 He sighed, murmuring. 鈥淵ou should get some sleep.鈥
She hugged him tight, placing her head on his chest and savoring the sensation of his muscles under his silk tunic. Pressing one ear to his broad torso, just like she did the night of her birthday; feeling his warmth, breathing in his scent. She didn鈥檛 want to let go just yet, but she could feel the tiredness creeping in, the adrenaline now leaving her body. 鈥淚鈥檒l see you tomorrow, Az.鈥
They parted at last and she held his hand and stare, interlocking their fingers as they moved slowly towards her door, shadows finally gathering around their master. She stood by her threshold and watched as he lifted her hand slowly to his lips and kissed it, never taking his eyes off her.
鈥淕ood night, Gwyn.鈥
She fell asleep just a few seconds after laying down, almost believing it had all been a dream; the tingling sensation on her hand and mouth and the way his scent lingered on her, lulling her to sleep, the only things to prove her otherwise.
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chaoticeldestdaughter3 hours ago
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AHHHHHHHHHHHH
in my feels again because I saw a bunch of things today and oh gosh first off, people are saying that Rhys's sister was Azriel's mate and that tore my heart right in two pieces then it was a tiktok (shush quarantine was boring) where a girl acted out the scenario of -again- Rhys's sister talking to the stars about her dreams and that being how the phrase To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered was shaped then it was a drawing of Aelin and Sam and after that it was about Aelin again, a video showing how going through all that she had to endure shaped her into who she is and just- my heart I know that Sarah J Maas is frowned upon due to how she portrayed some of her characters but Aelin and Nesta raised me so I cannot stop loving them nor the series
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mhootie4 hours ago
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Okay but what if Azriel and Gwyn become best friends in the next book and Gwyn shows interest in Balthazar (because we know he鈥檚 gonna show up again) and poor Azriel gets jealous and it makes him realize he likes Gwyn more than just as his friend.
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anyoneseenadam4 hours ago
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Famously In Love Chapter Eleven: Nesta
Genre: Modern AU, YouTuber AU, Romance
Relationships: Feyre Acheron x Rhysand, Elain Acheron x Azriel, Nesta Acheron x Cassian (this story is told from all six POVs)
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Death mention, Abuse (child, physical, and mental), alcohol mentions
Description: 聽Feyre, Elain, and Nesta Acheron are popular YouTubers with their channel Sisters Three. One day they received requests for them to react to three brothers that have reacted to their own videos and it throws them into a whirlwind of new friendships and possibly a new romance. Will old flames come back to haunt them and how will people react to their new relationships with each other?
Tagging: @elriel4life @courtofjurdan鈥
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She didn鈥檛 know why she had agreed to come to the Knight brothers鈥 dinner that Friday. 聽Maybe it hadn鈥檛 taken much to convince her that she wanted to go. 聽Maybe she wanted to see Cassian鈥檚 stupid smirking face.
Wait.
No. 聽No, she didn鈥檛 want to see him. 聽Not one bit. 聽In fact, she should have stayed home to finish the book she was reading for her channel.
Elain practically bolted for the front door of the Knight brothers' home, she was the only one out of the three that had been here before. 聽Azriel was already there waiting for her as she quickly showed him the cactus he had left at their house the day before. 聽The two of them were smiling and Nesta eyed them suspiciously. 聽What the hell had gone on at dinner the night before?
She stepped inside and found two other women talking quietly amongst themselves. 聽There was a dark-skinned man talking with Cassian. 聽She quickly looked away before she caught his gaze. 聽Feyre and Rhys had gravitated toward one another and were talking leaving Nesta lingering awkwardly in the entryway.
鈥淣ot gonna lie,鈥 she heard his voice and looked up to see Cassian sauntering toward her. 聽鈥淚 didn鈥檛 think you would come.鈥
She shifted on her feet, resisting the urge to run from him and his spicy cologne. 聽鈥淚 didn鈥檛 have a reason not to come,鈥 she said. 聽鈥淧lus I figured you鈥檇 have something smart to say if I didn鈥檛.鈥
He chuckled and her breath hitched as the sound washed over her and she tried to keep herself from shivering. 聽How could one man have such an effect on her? 聽鈥淚 probably would have teased you some, but I鈥檓 glad you came.鈥
The blonde woman Nesta had seen when she had entered the home practically shoved Cassian out of the way, 鈥淪top hogging her, Cass!鈥
鈥淛esus, Mor!鈥 聽He shot a glare at the woman. 聽鈥淭ry to act like a fucking adult for once.鈥
She flipped him off and then looped her arm through Nesta鈥檚 who instantly stiffened at the contact. 聽鈥淒on鈥檛 let Cass tease you too much. 聽It just spurs him on.鈥
Nesta glanced back at Cassian who was glaring at Mor, but his gaze softened when he noticed Nesta looking. 聽鈥淒on鈥檛 worry I鈥檓 not that easy.鈥 聽The sound of Cassian鈥檚 chuckle followed her as Mor led her into the kitchen where Amren had managed to herd Nesta鈥檚 sisters away from their Knight brother of choice.
鈥淚t鈥檚 about damn time the women outnumber the men in this house,鈥 Mor said as she flipped some of her hair over her shoulder and took a glass of wine from Amren鈥檚 outstretched hand. 聽鈥淚t鈥檚 just been Amren and I for so long that I鈥檓 happy that the three of you are here now.鈥
鈥淵ou can thank the boys for us tumbling into your lives,鈥 Feyre said with a chuckle. 聽She seemed to be the one out of the three sisters to be most at ease. 聽Nesta was a little jealous of how easy it was for her to adjust to new people and situations. 聽鈥淚f it hadn鈥檛 been for that video of them reacting to us I doubt we would be here.鈥
Amren snorted, 鈥淩hys would have messaged you eventually because he was already in love with your artwork and videos. 聽He鈥檚 just too shy to admit it.鈥
鈥淣ow, now Amren,鈥 Rhys appeared in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed. 聽鈥淚t鈥檚 not nice to spread rumors.鈥
Amren sneered at the man in question, 鈥淲e鈥檙e having girl time, get out.鈥
鈥淲hose house is it?鈥 聽Rhys seemed unbothered by the prickly woman before him.
鈥淥ut!鈥 聽Amren ordered and pointed her finger at him until he carefully peeled himself off the doorframe and disappeared around a corner. 聽鈥淣osy bastard.鈥
鈥淚 heard that!鈥 聽He shouted back which made Feyre chuckle.
Nesta watched the way her sister鈥檚 face lit up during that brief interaction with Rhysand. 聽She remembered how he had been when he had seen the article about Feyre as well. 聽He hadn鈥檛 seemed concerned with the contents of the article and more about how Feyre was doing. 聽Azriel had been the same, she hadn't sensed anything off about the men her sisters seemed to be interested in. 聽She didn鈥檛 get the same feeling in her gut as she had with Graysen and Tamlin. 聽They had made her skin crawl and her stomach churn whenever they smiled. 聽She knew they were bad news the minute she set her eyes on them.
Then there was Cassian. 聽She had been trying desperately to keep her walls up around him. 聽But when she had walked into that coffee shop and saw him sitting there with Ianthe she had seen red. 聽Then she noticed how uncomfortable he looked and she knew she had to do something. 聽It felt good to run that blonde bitch away from him.
Ianthe had pretended to be Feyre鈥檚 friend and be there for her, but in all reality, she was fucking Tamlin behind Feyre鈥檚 back. 聽When Feyre found out she had been devastated, but Tamlin wasn鈥檛 about to let her go. 聽It had taken both Elain and Nesta to drag Feyre from the house, screaming at Tamlin to stay the fuck away from them. 聽It wasn鈥檛 too long after that he had decided to galavant across the world on some sort of bullshit tour.
Someone was shaking her and Nesta looked to see Elain trying to get her attention, 鈥淵ou okay?鈥
She nodded, 鈥淛ust lost in thought.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檙e a lot, I know,鈥 Mor said with a smile. 聽鈥淲e kinda come on a little strong when you first meet us.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not that, I鈥檓 just鈥 I鈥檓 not used to being around new people,鈥 Nesta admitted. 聽鈥淢y idea of a good time is being curled up in my room with a book.鈥
Amren snorted, 鈥淚鈥檓 surprised you hang around Cassian then. 聽He鈥檚 loud, brash, and obnoxious. 聽Though he does have this side to him that not a lot of people see outside of this group.鈥
Mor nodded, 鈥淐assian鈥檚 a softie once you get to know him. 聽He just likes to act like he鈥檚 got swagger and this bad boy reputation.鈥
Nesta thought back to their conversation where they talked about things that comforted them and how he liked to watch Lilo and Stitch when he needed something to comfort him. 聽鈥淲hat was he like as a teen?鈥
鈥淲ell I didn鈥檛 know him then,鈥 Amren admitted. 聽鈥淲e only met a few years ago and it was a complete accident. 聽I鈥檓 sure you are all very aware that I do not have a channel. 聽We met under less than savory circumstances, but we鈥檝e been friends ever since.鈥
Nesta wondered what those circumstances were and made a mental note to see if Cassian would tell her later. 聽He didn鈥檛 have to tell her of course, they were still newly acquainted after all, but she couldn鈥檛 lie and say that she wasn鈥檛 curious about what had happened.
鈥淧izza鈥檚 here,鈥 Azriel seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. 聽鈥淟et鈥檚 eat.鈥
The women followed him into a dining room that was large enough to seat them all. 聽The sisters sat next to their Knight brother of choice and a box of pizza was passed around. 聽Nesta noticed three other boxes and wondered how much food this group could pack away. 聽Conversations flowed and Nesta found herself laughing at the antics of the group. 聽They were a small family and they let their hair down around one another.
She especially loved it when the brothers tried outdoing one another with embarrassing stories.
鈥淚 think my favorite is when Rhys鈥檚 mom almost caught Cassian with a girl in high school,鈥 Mor said. 聽鈥淚 happened to be visiting for a bit and Cassian, ever the dumbass had snuck a girl in. 聽Rhy鈥檚 parents were supposed to be out for most of the night, but part of the evening had gotten canceled. 聽They came home and if it hadn鈥檛 have been for me he would have been in deep shit.鈥
鈥淟isten, listen,鈥 Cassian said, quickly glancing at Nesta who was looking at him expectantly, an eyebrow raised. 聽鈥淲e had been going out for a few weeks and we wanted to go to the next stage of our relationship. 聽Albeit I was an idiot back then so this may not have been my finest hour.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so lucky my sister didn鈥檛 know,鈥 Rhys chuckled. 聽鈥淪he would have told on you so quick.鈥
鈥淵ou have a sister?鈥 聽Feyre asked and the air in the room suddenly changed.
鈥淚 did,鈥 Rhys responded. 聽Nesta watched him try to hold his composure. 聽鈥淪he passed away a few years ago.鈥
Nesta found herself glancing at Cassian who was suddenly focused on his pizza. 聽Amren was the one that saved the moment and brought them back to a semi-normal conversation. 聽Cassian though quietly excused himself from the table and disappeared around a corner. 聽Before she could reconsider she got up and followed him. 聽If the others noticed they didn鈥檛 comment on their friends鈥 sudden departures.
She found him sitting outside staring up at the sky. 聽鈥淚 hate living in the city, it鈥檚 too hard to see the stars,鈥 he said as he heard her approach. 聽She took a seat beside him, pulling her knees up to her chest. 聽鈥淔arren - Rhys鈥檚 sister - was only eighteen when she died. 聽Her and Rhys鈥檚 mom were killed by a drunk driver." 聽He let out a breath and squeezed his eyes shut, "This is the second time this topic has come up this week and it鈥檚 just鈥 hard to think about.鈥
鈥淎mren mentioned that you all met under less than savory circumstances, does this have anything to do with that?鈥 聽Nesta asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
鈥淚鈥檒l tell you if you promise not to tell Feyre, this partly has to do with Rhys鈥檚 past and he should be the one to tell it to her,鈥 Cassian鈥檚 hazel eyes met hers. 聽鈥淚 won鈥檛 tell you unless you swear not to mention it.鈥
鈥淚 swear,鈥 she said even though she wondered if he would tell her something that she should inform Feyre of as her older sister. 聽She still had a duty to protect her sister if it came down to it.
Cassian looked out over the city, they were far enough away that they could see the city sprawled out before them. 聽鈥淲hen Adeena and Farren died we all handled it in different ways. 聽I often found myself locked in my room with the music too loud and a bottle of some kind of alcohol. 聽I just wanted to be left alone to bury my emotions under a blanket of booze. 聽Az started working out and fighting in an MMA class. 聽And Rhys鈥 well Rhys took to partying. 聽There was this woman named Amarantha, she was older than Rhys and she had known his father. 聽She actually despised Rhys鈥檚 mom and it wouldn鈥檛 surprise me one little bit if she weren鈥檛 happy to see Adeena dead and gone.
鈥淪he found Rhys out one night, girls all around him. 聽I don鈥檛 know how, but she managed to get her hooks into him. 聽Az and I didn鈥檛 even realize it was happening because we were too into our own depressive states that we didn鈥檛 notice or even care. 聽Mor was the one that figured everything out, she was always close with Rhys, the two were always running around together when they were kids. 聽She told us who he was hanging out with and we knew that we had to intervene. 聽The woman was trying her damndest to destroy him. 聽Amren is a jewel dealer and had actually seen Rhys at Amarantha鈥檚 house. 聽She told us that he spent most of his time there.
鈥淲e tried for weeks to get him to come out and talk to us, but he refused, or at least that鈥檚 what Amarantha told us. 聽Finally, Amren, feisty as ever, shoved her way in, all of us following suit. 聽Mor practically dragged Rhys鈥檚 drunken ass out of Amrantha鈥檚 house, cursing him the entire time. 聽Az and I made a deal with one another that we weren鈥檛 going to leave Rhys to deal with his emotions like that again. 聽We were brothers after all and we should have been looking out for one another. 聽Rhys started seeing a therapist after that, we all did. 聽He still goes on occasion to deal with what he did. 聽Some people that didn鈥檛 like Rhys鈥檚 father used to call him her whore. 聽Said he was just like his father.鈥
鈥淲ho was his father?鈥 聽Nesta asked, her heart broke a little for the three brothers and the pain they must have gone through when all this happened.
鈥淎drastos Knight, the most selfish, arrogant, son of a bitch you鈥檒l ever meet,鈥 Cassian said. 聽鈥淗e鈥檚 in jail right now for murder. 聽Adeena had divorced him before that ever happened actually and got her kids out of the house. 聽That鈥檚 when she took us in. 聽He wasn鈥檛 the nicest person in the world.鈥
The name sounded familiar and when it finally clicked in Nesta鈥檚 head she said, 鈥淗e murdered Tamilin鈥檚 family.鈥
鈥淪ay what you will about Adrastos, but he did love Adeena as much as he could,鈥 Cassian said. 聽鈥淭amlin was the drunk driver that killed Rhys鈥檚 sister and mother. 聽He got off scot-free, but all anyone ever remembers is the crazy man who murdered his entire family and left him alive. 聽We think it was some sort of retribution, let him have survivors guilt or something.鈥
Nesta had to confess she hadn鈥檛 known that about Tamlin, she never really wanted to give him the time of day let alone learn more about him. 聽鈥淭hat鈥檚 probably why he was talking shit about Feyre the other day. 聽He doesn鈥檛 like that she鈥檚 now hanging out around Rhysand.鈥
鈥淧robably,鈥 Cassian agreed. 聽鈥淢y brother is a good guy, he would never hurt Feyre. 聽He just went through a rough patch in his life.鈥
Nesta watched his profile, saw his eyes surveying the scenery before them. 聽鈥淭hank you for telling me,鈥 she said.
He finally looked at her, his gaze softened as he took in her features, 鈥淐ome on, let鈥檚 go in before they send a search party for us.鈥 聽He offered her his hand and helped her off the ground before the two of them headed back inside to see what kind of trouble the others had gotten themselves into.
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Teach Me To Fly
Elriel Month - Day 18
Teach Me To Fly - the Beginnings
No Elriel. Only batboys. ** Lots of swearing and mentions of abuse / child abuse
He'd never flown before.
Now, his lungs were overwhelmed and aching from all that fresh air that was lacerating his chest, but he loved it. He gulped it down. He choked on the air and he loved it. The air, it was light and sun and wind and beauty. So much beauty. So much color. He guessed that they were flying over Illyria, its rugged, wild expanse dotted with craggy mountains, deep gorges, green valleys and an odd settlement and training camp here and there. After the endless darkness of his life, his eyes hurt from all this bright gorgeousness, but he didn't care. Like he didn't care about the cold that was lashing his too-skinny body, and the blustery wind in his hair and face.
His father banked suddenly, shooting down so quickly, the wind whooshed in their ears. The descent took only a few minutes and suddenly, the ground was uncomfortably close and鈥 and鈥 and鈥
They didn't fall. His father straightened and landed on his feet, dragging him up, holding him by the collar of his jacket. 鈥淪tand up straight,鈥 he hissed. A slap on the back of his head.
An enormous male approached, his cruel, hard face lacking all expression, as he gazed over the two of them, until his pale gray eyes settled on the boy.
"So a shadowsinger, huh."
The father pushed the boy towards the towering male and said, "All yours, Devlon."
"What do we call this curious specimen?" inquired the one called Devlon.
"Azriel."
鈥淲hat a scrawny piece of nothing this Azriel is,鈥 muttered Devlon. His eyes tracked the dark shadows that swirled around the boy and then he jerked his chin towards the muddy sparring ring behind him. "Get in the ring, Az-rie-l."
Azriel's blood chilled, and in a panic, he turned around, to ask his father what he鈥 But his father was no longer behind him. His father was but a speck of dark up in the sky. Azriel didn't know it then, but it was the last time he saw his father.
The shadows swarmed and caressed him, offering a measure of comfort, whispering to him to not be afraid. But he was. He was very afraid. Behind him, Devlon pressed his enormous hand over his head and said, 鈥淟isten here, Azriel. I don't care that you are a shadowsinger or that the High Lord himself heard of your miserable little self and requested that I waste my time with you, in my camp. I don't want you. I don't need you. I have enough special little boys with special little powers to last me a lifetime. You get your skinny ass in that ring and show me what you've got. Though I doubt that you've got much of anything. "
Azriel landed face first in the reeking mud, once Devlon shoved him through the wooden planks that served as a fence, and absurdly, Azriel wondered how he would wash his tunic, and where he'd find soap. Once a week, he always washed his clothes in a big tub, when his mother picked him up for their allotted hour. He didn't like being dirty or unclean. Now his threadbare tunic was soaked in grime and this was not how he wanted to start his first day of freedom.
When he rose to his feet, he was faced with a boy 鈥 the biggest boy he'd ever seen, if he were being honest. The boy, whose face was young couldn't be much older than him, but he was already covered in corded muscles all over his chest and his unbelievably wide shoulders. His arms were enormous, biceps the size of apples, sinew rippling beneath tanned skin. The boy cracked his knuckles and sized Azriel up and down with an amused grin.
鈥淪orry about the pretty tunic,鈥 taunted the boy. There was no real menace in his voice, or on his open face 鈥 if was almost friendly, the gaze curious, as he watched the shadows fluttering around Azriel's form. "Do you want to just give it to me, or do you want to fight for it?"
What? This gigantic boy wanted to fight ? Azriel swallowed, his chest feeling hollow. Azriel had no muscles. He hardly had skin to cover his bones. He could count every rib under his concave chest.
"What can you do with your pretty shadows?" asked the larger boy. "Do they fight for you?"
The shadows actually buzzed incessantly into Azriel's ear, overwhelming him with too much information about the camp 鈥 age, height, weight, backgrounds of hundreds of boys 鈥 and he just wanted to swat them away, but didn't dare, for fear of looking even stranger than he already did.
The boy clenched his massive fists 鈥 wrapped in swathes of dirty cloths 鈥 and raised them, soliciting cheers and cries of encouragement from dozens of other boys, who now circled the ring, ready for the show.
Cassian! Cassian! Cassian!
And then Cassian attacked. The movement of his fist was so fast, so precise, so horrifically sharp 鈥 it was almost elegant, were it not for the burst of overwhelming pain that exploded in Azriel's head.
Azriel flew. Actually flew across the ring, landing ass first in the mud, sending an avalanche of splatters flying around and causing the boys to yell and curse at him for it. His ears rang. His vision split. And the shadows swarmed and swarmed, trying to soothe and protect him from this new pain.
Cassian sauntered over and Azriel cringed at his approach, but the hand extended forth and Cassian helped him get up. Azriel's legs trembled like those of a newborn fawn.
"Alright, shadowsinger?" Cassian grinned, relishing in the yelps of praise and wild cheering from the others. Azriel looked around, his gaze snagging on another tall, slender boy 鈥 the only one who wasn't cheering. He was handsome. Among the sea of 鈥嬧媐aces, his stood out, tall and still and confident, as did his nonchalant pose, strong arms folded on his chest, and a huge pair of wings behind his back. They might have rivalled Devlon's in size.
"Cass," the boy motioned with his head, indicating that Cassian was done for now. Surprisingly, Cassian listened. Obeyed .
"You are not even going to fit into his fucking tunic," muttered the boy. "What do you need it for?"
"It's the principle of the matter!" announced Cassian.
"Who knew you were so principled?" shrugged the other.
Still dizzy, Azriel just stood there, swaying, listening with incomprehension.
This was about his tunic ? Blood dripped down his face, pouring out of his nose.
Devlon stomped into the ring, mud squelching under his boots. Again, he grabbed Azriel's collar and almost lifted him off the ground with his one hand. 鈥淟ike I thought,鈥 Devlon snarled. "Useless. Fucking another useless bastard. At least that bastard, 鈥漚nd he nodded towards Cassian's direction,鈥 will make himself useful on the battlefield. Are you fucking crying? "
Azriel wasn't crying. Azriel never cried. Never. Ever.
"At least show me how you fly," groaned Devlon with disgust.
Azriel panicked. As did the shadows. They swarmed like a thunder cloud around him, around Devlon, attempting to rip Azriel from the male's grasp, but to no avail. "What the fuck is this?" Devlon ground out, barely able to see anything around him from the shadows, as he dragged Azriel behind him.
"You stop that, you little prick," he ordered.
鈥淒evlon,鈥 came a cautionary call out, and Azriel glanced back, seeing as it came from the tall boy with the large wings. The boy moved quickly, smoothly, following them closely, watching the unfolding events with a pair of bright, unusually colored eyes.
鈥淪tay out of it,鈥 ordered Devlon and that was the last thing that Azriel heard, before being tossed over the edge of the mountain, and into the open space beyond.
This is how he was going to die.
Truthfully, that's not how he imagined it. He always thought that his brothers would murder him. Perhaps his father would beat him to death. But he didn't think that he'd die because he didn't know how to fly.
His useless wings flailed pathetically behind him, fluttering in the wind. Stupidly, he whipped his arms about, as if that would help him and slow the inevitable. He didn't really want to die, even if he wasn't sure why he wanted to live.
He kept plummeting forth, breathing in the last moments of freedom. Even in his fright, the sense of space, the lashings of air were exhilarating. So beautiful. Freedom was so beautiful. If he was going to die, at least he would die well.
He closed his eyes, preparing for death.
A whip of dark air, scented with citrus and the sea, swept him in a whirlpool, a strong arm grabbing him about the waist, and in the next moment鈥 he was standing back at the precipice of the mountain.
"Rhysand, you fuck!" Devlon was apoplectic, now surrounded by other men, and all the boys behind them, gawking. Cassian was upfront, arms crossed, a frown on his face.
The tall boy 鈥 the one who saved him 鈥 only shrugged indifferently.
鈥淒evlon, while we always delight in your little initiations,鈥 said the boy, and Azriel's eyes bulged at the tone that he took with the Commander.
鈥淚t's Lord Devlon, to you, you fuck,鈥 snarled Devlon.
Rhysand shrugged.
"Then it's Lord Rhysand to you, as well."
The two stood still, facing each other, Rhysand giving off tremors of some hidden power the likes of which Azriel couldn't even imagine. His shadows whispered frantically鈥 power, power, power 鈥
"You know you can't winnow in the camp," said Devlon icily, barely maintaining his composure.
"You know you can't murder new recruits," reminded his Rhysand, as he began to unbutton his shirt casually. Once the shirt was off, he stood still, while Azriel watched in horror as Devlon was handed a whip.
鈥淚'd love to bandy civilities with you, Devlon,鈥 said Rhysand indifferently, 鈥渂ut I have things to do. Mete out your silly punishment and we'll go our separate ways. "
The whip landed between Rhysand's wings with a wet splat, splitting skin at once. Azriel saw that his back was crisscrossed with old scars, some healing, some newer. Rhysand barely reacted. Three lashings later, and then Cassian came over.聽
The crowd dispersed, the day's entertainment over.
"Rhys, what the fuck?" muttered Cassian, wincing at the damage on Rhysand's back. "Let's go get this looked at."
鈥淚t's nothing. I don't want my mother fussing, 鈥漵hrugged Rhysand.
The two of them turned to Azriel at last.
"What's you name?" Rhysand asked.
鈥淲hat do the shadows do? Do they talk? Can they kill people? Can they kill Devlon? " asked Cassian, his hazel eyes lighting up with savage delight as he watched the shadows.
Rhysand rolled his eyes at that. "Do you speak?" he pushed.
Azriel did. Not a lot. Mostly to the shadows. So, his tongue moved in his mouth, making unfamiliar sounds, and it was an effort. "Azriel".
鈥淲ell, Azriel, welcome to Woodhaven,鈥 said Rhysand cheerfully. 鈥淚 am Rhysand. This is Cassian. I believe you two are already acquainted. "
鈥淵ou should learn to fight,鈥 said Cassian meaningfully. "You are kind of wimpy for an Illyrian."
The questions came fast, 鈥淗ow old are you? Why are you so skinny? Why are you pale like that? "
鈥淓leven,鈥 Azriel finally got a word in.
"How are you eleven ?!" exclaimed Cassian, "you look like you are fucking eight!"
Azriel couldn't say anything to that.
鈥淚 am ten,鈥 said Cassian. "He is nine. You look like a wilted string bean. "
Rhysand, though the youngest, spoke with an authority of a forty-year old male, when he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at Azriel with some strange curiosity. Rhysand's eyes were purple. His face, cold, hard and beautiful, did not match his age, or this environment.
"Do you fly?" he asked simply.
Azriel flushed, embarrassment eating at him, sweat suddenly coating his body.
"No."
鈥淔uck me,鈥 groaned Cassian, his expression full of wonder and horror. 鈥淗ow do you live not knowing how to fly? It's like living and not knowing how to jerk off! "
Rhysand, as expected, rolled his eyes at that.
"You seem like you have some experience with that," muttered Azriel, still flushing. Cassian glared at him and then threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"I like you, shadowsinger."
He slapped Azriel's back, almost causing him to fall over.
鈥淲e'll teach you to fly,鈥 said Rhysand at last. 鈥淚t will be hell for you. But you'll fly. "
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What are you to Azriel?
I took the liberty to add another prompt to this:聽
11:聽Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
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Request: anything Azriel x y/n: if you need a prompt do y/n and Az living together and cute domestic fluff
* Female reader
Word count: 1533
It was days like these your mind wandered a lot. The silent and calm days that didn鈥檛 give you another choice but to ponder about everything. The question that kept getting circled back around your head was 鈥渨hat exactly are you to Azriel?鈥
In the first place, you were his spy.
At first, you didn鈥檛 want to get involved in anything that associated with the shadowsinger. Because everything associated with him had a direct link with danger, and you have tried your entire life trying to avoid it. You have tried 鈥揳nd failed- to keep secrets so that you wouldn鈥檛 need to leave the fake safety net you created.
You didn鈥檛 make any friends. There was no one getting close to you because they might find out that there was something different about you. They could find out how you know certain things you shouldn鈥檛 know. They might find out how you seemed to anticipate everything around you. And they might find out about how you seemed to know everyone鈥檚 secrets and how you hid so that no one would find out yours.
But Azriel somehow managed to found you. You knew the moment he had found you of course, you had seen him coming to you in a vision. He had told you that he knew what you were, he knew that you were a Seer.
You had put yourself in situations in which he could not visit you to tell you this. You went to places you never went to out of precaution. Instead of buying your supplies at the small shops in your area, you went to the market place where it was swimming with people. Instead of always being alone you offered to keep your older neighbours company. Instead of eating alone in your apartment, you ate in the restaurants in the city.
It seemed that after a while, Azriel had lost his patience. He knew what games you playing and had have enough of them.
You were sitting at a caf茅 drinking tea when he had showed up. The weird thing was that you hadn鈥檛 seen him coming. Neither literally, nor 鈥榮piritually鈥. And that resulted in you spilling your tea over yourself.
He had handed you a few napkins and without saying anything, sat down. 鈥淚 think that we both know it is time to talk.鈥
鈥淚 think we do need to talk yes, you should apologise for making me spill this tea over myself.鈥 Azriel had simply responded to that with saying that it was your own fault and that you knew damn well what they should talk about. It seemed that you had really hit some nerves by avoiding him for the past couple of days.
He did give you a choice whether you were going to work for him or not. But the damage had already been done. The inner circle already knew about you. They were going to need help some day in the future and they would come to you.
You had a 鈥榗hoice鈥, you could join them now or later. But that hesitancy could get you deemed as an enemy. Why wouldn鈥檛 you want to help your court? You set aside your fears and decided you would join Azriel.
After that, you became his adviser.
You became the Inner Circle鈥檚 adviser. In the beginning of your employment they only came to you if it was very dire. Asking you advise about to handle certain situation with other High Lords and Ladies.
Azriel visited you if he needed intel on other Courts. You simply had to take a peek into a location he gave you on paper and you would have to describe what you would see.
And sometimes Azriel didn鈥檛 give a map and simply waited for you to have vision. Sometimes he winnowed you somewhere. The places you went to were those of important people; lords and ladies, and sometimes even a High Lord.
Eventually the Inner Circle didn鈥檛 just visit you for valuable information, they also came to you for insignificant things. It had started with Morrigan, she had waltzed into your place demanding which dress would rouse her father the most.
You were his friend.
After a while the Inner Circle wouldn鈥檛 even come up with an excuse to visit you anymore. Azriel tried to in the beginning, claiming to be asking for information that even seemed irrelevant to you. Eventually he gave up and visited you as he pleased.
You two would have late night tea parties. You would try to discuss certain things but you always seemed to drift away from serious conversations to laughing with each other.
You and Azriel built up a beautiful friendship with each other. There was a lot of trust, honesty and support for each other. And eventually also romantic love.
You told each other your secrets. Both of you seemed to have a lot of them. Azriel told you everything starting from the beginning. His upbringing with his former family and how he grew up in the Illyrian camps with his real family. He told you about Rhysand鈥檚 mother 鈥 his mother also, about how he got his powers, how he learned to fly, how he won the Blood Rite with his brothers鈥,
You told each other everything.
You were his family.
You had a special place in his heart, just as he did in yours. You were very important to him. Azriel caught himself thinking about you a lot. He cared about you a lot. He loved you.
You spent a lot of time with each other. You helped each other when either of you were in need. Eventually both of you realised that neither of you could go on without the other. You were each other鈥檚 family.
You were his lover.
After a lot of dancing around each other on your tiptoes, something finally happened on an ordinary day. On one of your late night tea parties.
You had spilled tea over yourself 鈥搚ou seemed to have a knack for that. Instead of just handing you the napkins and just standing there like the first time, Azriel helped you. He quickly helped you pull of your blouse so that the hot tea wouldn鈥檛 seep onto your skin. He used his handkerchief to wipe the tea that did manage to seep through your blouse. And after few seconds you both seemed to realise the position you were both in.
Azriel was hovering over you with his hand (and handkerchief) on your chest while you were sitting in a chair, nearly naked from the waist up. You blushed scarlet red but you didn鈥檛 do anything because you didn鈥檛 want to break this up.
Eventually Azriel leaned down slowly, giving you a silent choice. You found this choice to be easily made as you leaned up to connect your lips.
The choice of being is lover was also easily made.
You were his mate.
But of course, you had seen this coming. You had been dreaming of the night of the bond snapping into place for days before it actually happened. You were happy that Azriel didn鈥檛 live with you because you had cried a whole night out of pure happiness.
It didn鈥檛 happen in a special place. It didn鈥檛 happen at Nightfall, but rather just before that.
Azriel was coming to pick you up and fly you to The House of the Wind. You were looking behind you in the mirror as you saw him approaching from the balcony connected to your room. He walked up to you to greet you with a kiss and took a good look at you.
You tried to pick up your earrings without showing your shaking hands, but Azriel saw it anyways. He only mistook the reason for your nervousness. He thought it was because this would be your first Nightfall together, and not because of what was going to happen very soon.
As he finished putting your earrings on for you, you both took a second to look at each other in the mirror. He put his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. Into the mirror he gave you a smile, his expression quickly changed from loving to shocked to loving again.
It was safe to say that they were a bit later to the party than expected.
You were his wife.
You heard about how Rhysand and Feyre not only completed rituals from Prythian but also those from the mortal lands.
Azriel had thought it had sounded nice. He greeted you with 鈥榤y lovely wife鈥 a lot, it was always followed with a kiss.
You were his everything.
He loved you. It was as simply as that.
And he proved it to you every day. The day started with morning kisses before either of you had really opened your eyes. Kissing blindly until your lips met in a blissful encounter. Throughout the day it was difficult to leave each other鈥檚 sight, so most of the time you don鈥檛. And at the end of the day, you made sure to prove your love to each other by not only giving your soul and heart to each other but also your body.
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