#court of darkness fanfiction

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: Master List

Headcanons

Dirty Pictures (All Consorts)

Fenn Offers Unsolicited Relationship Advice

Getting Caught in the Moment (Princes and Tino)

Handmade Gifts (Princes)

How the Princes Describe Sex

Princes as Mythical Creatures; Princes as Dogs; Princes as Cats

Prince Reactions to MC Being Cold/Shivering

The Art of the Massage (S:Rank Princes)

The Spray Bottle (Princes, Valets, Sherry)

You Look Good With

Short Stories

A Test of Kingcraft Part I; Part II; Part III

Bye Bye Anders (Princes, Lou, MC, Sherry, Violet)

Lessons in Love (Princes)

Love Letters (Toa, Guy, Fenn, Roy)

Picture Perfect (Princes, Lou)

Sleeping Places (Fenn and S Rank Princes)

The Battle for Facial Hair

The Moment (Guy, Lynn, Roy, Rio)

The Swear Jar (Princes, Lou, Valets, Sherry)

Lists

Betrayal Ranking (Who is Most Hurt by a Cheating MC)

Gently Roasting Halloween Demon Outfits

Getting Caught Between the Sheets - Who’s Most Embarrassed

How Consorts Would Live at Hogwarts Universe; Hogwarts Houses

How Princes Would Respond to a Booty Call

It’s all Fun and Games (Princes)

Spicy Gifts (All Consorts)

12 Days of Christmas

Guy’s Gambit

Satisfaction

Wedding Day

Roy’s Fantasy

Anxiety Ridden

Charred

Devour and Delight Part 1; Part 2

Enough; Nothing Else to Compare

Morning Delight; Passion Revealed; Lipstick Obsessed

Perfect Proposal

Seven Minutes of Heaven

Sleeping Beauty (Birthday Story); Wedding Day

Untamed

Lance’s Fables

Remembrance

The Prince of Ember and Flame (Character Analysis)

Toa’s Tales

Basket Full of Troubles (Knight and Toa)

Just Desserts

Puppy Love; Purfection

Warmth

Wedding Days

Tino’s Delight

Anxiety Ridden

You Are My Sunshine

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[atomsminecraft]

The one time in Guy’s Magical Acts of Intimacy but it’s better

“If you don’t stand still, you’ll never be finished.” The maid that was helping me get ready said. The harsh pulling of my hair made me harshly lean back to keep my neck from being pulled back and hoping my hair doesn’t get pulled back. When she finishes, I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was made into a fancy but old fashioned bun meanwhile I’m wearing some cheep old fashion dress. This definitely isn’t like a dress that Sherry has let me borrow and even more isn’t like those fancy ballgowns I’ve seen at parties at the academy. The plotchy makeup doesn’t make it look any better either. I coughed as the maid sprayed strong perfume on me and tears slightly pricked from the corner of my eyes from the smell.

“There!” The maid proclaimed.

“Uh… What’s up with the dress?”

“This is an official courtly dress of the kingdom of Avari.”

“From what century? 100 years ago?” I laugh at my own joke, she doesn’t seem to find it so funny however.

“Honestly, you young people know nothing of these traditions now a-days!” I continue staring at myself in the mirror. The red frills from my sleeves are itchy and the blotchy makeup is all I can focus on.

I stay silent for a moment, my eyes still on the mirror. Still looking at the mirror my eyes meet with hers and she shifts from one foot to the other. “Do you honestly think I’m stupid?” Her eyes widen as if surprised by my comment.

“I- Whatever could you mean?” I can hear the shakiness in her voice. So she really does.

I turn towards her and walk a few steps closer to her. “I asked if you think I’m stupid. Did you really think I would fall for this? The hair I could have likely fallen for, but the dress and makeup? The horrible perfume? Do I really look so ignorant as to not notice the clear motive of trying to embarrass me?” The maid tries to speak but all I can hear is stuttering and her trying to pull stupid excuses from her ass. I walk closer to her and I put my hand on her shoulder. “You have ten minutes to find me a dress or I will drag you by the ear into that ballroom to not only publicly apologize to me but to Guy. Me for trying to do blatantly humiliate me, and Guy for almost embarrassing him and insulting his choice in paramour. Do I make myself clear?”

“I’m sorry! Please forgive me! I’ll bring a new dress right away!” She bows then deeply runs out of the room.

I sign and look back at the mirror. I grab some wipes and the Saligian equivalent of makeup remover and take off all the makeup and as much of the scent of the perfume that I can. I then grab my own makeup that I brought and do my own makeup. It obviously looks much better then the makeup the maid had done. I also took out the bun from my hair and started brushing it.

By the time I’m done I hear a hurried knock on the door. I tell whoever is at the door, likely the maid, to come in and of course I’m right. She comes in with a beautiful red and black dress and I smile to myself. I let her help me into the new dress and when I look at the mirror I finally don’t look like a child wearing a cheep dress and as if I found my mom’s makeup.

“Thank you, you may leave now.” The maid doesn’t say a word and bows before leaving. I take out a perfume Sherry has gifted me once before and spray some on me and look at myself in the mirror once again before walking out of my room and to the ballroom.

The doors open and everyone is quiet as I walk in. I do a quick sweep of the room until I see Guy and walk up to him. He smiles at me and I of course smile back. “When you’re done may we talk alone in private?”

“You may speak of it now. No one will stop you.”

“Prince Guy.” I look over to see a man walk up to us.

“Leos.” Guy gives the man a scornful glare. I look behind the man to see a woman behind him.

“I have brought my sister with me this evening in hopes of introducing the two of you, Your Highness.” His sister? I don’t mean to be rude but he looks a lot older to be having a sister that could be young enough to be close to Guy. “This is she. Swilyn.”

“Swilyn Vingard at your service, Your Highness. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Swilyn curtsies, her dress is beautiful and it flows unlike that previous crunchy dress I was wearing before.

I don’t quite pay as much attention to what happens afterwards anymore as it is a bore. However I did notice Rahm’s annoyed expression which made me almost laugh aloud as I realized she was likely the one who planned on trying to embarrass me with that horrible dress. Some time however passes and Guy and I can finally speak in private.

“Continue with what you were about to say before we were rudely interrupted.”

“Right. I just wanted to let you know that the maid that was suppose to help me get ready but me in some old dress and made me look like a child found her way through her mother’s makeup and tried to make her own ‘exotic’ hairstyle.” Guy signs before speaking.

“I shall deal with her for you. I will not allow anyone to humiliate you.” Guy states.

“I don’t think she will try that again,” I smile at him. He looks at me and I continue, “I told her that I would drag her by the ear to the ballroom to publicly apologize if she didn’t find me a better dress.” Guy smirks at me.

Guy grabs my waist and brings me closer to him. “Good. I’ll still deal with her on my own. Anyone who embarrasses you will be dealt with harshly.”

“I normally would be opposed to something like that but this time I think whatever you’ll do will be well deserved.”

The rest of the party goes by without a hitch. By the morning, I get another apology from the maid that ‘helped’ me last night and a gift from Guy as compensation for dealing with the tediousness that was last night. I wear the bracelet he gave me with pride during the rest of my stay here in Avari.

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AND THIS WAS WRITEN IN ONE SITTING THAT’S WHAT’S UP

I wrote this in like 10-30 minutes because the urge to write this was so strong that I literally couldn’t stop thinking about it

Sorry if this is bad I swear I could probably do better 💀🙏

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[marsipanic]

Hey so I finally finished the third chapter of The Rain and The Pond which is my Hawke/OC fic. I like putting my smuttier pieces on Ao3 cuz idk I just do. My friend @theelibugs drew this scene out of it and it just makes me 😭😭😭

The Rain and The Pond - Chapter 3 - QueenXApollo - 魔界王子と魅惑のナイトメア | Makai Ouji to Miwaku no Nightmare | Court of Darkness (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]

I really am so obsessed idk what to do with myself guys

#court of darkness #hawke durand #court of darkness hawke #court of darkness fanfiction

[bitchkay]

Bold♡

~Roy Invidia

CW: [n]sfw 18+, magical vibrator. Roy being Roy a little shit. teasing, afab, non gender specific descriptors but wearing a dress, exhibitionism, praise, voyeurism on Fenn's part-

Word Count: 869

Rating: Explicit (18+ mdni)

Prompt(s): Making them orgasm in public

Note: my first entry for @voltagefandomproject there will be more😈

— voltage fandom ccc masterlist

"..."

"Shut the fuck up-"

"I said nothing of the sort," Roy crosses his arms over his chest, failing to hide the shit eating grin on his face as you glare at him from the side.

"You know what you're doi-" you sucked in a breath abruptly as Roy wriggled his fingers triggering the intensity of the toy in the seat of your panties.

You bit your tongue hanging your head to hide your expression as you squeezed your thighs together concealed by the expensive dress you wore.

You were at an event, one of Coldes many holidays that constituted throwing a ball in the grand hall, currently sitting by the wall with your paramour at your side- the quite devious paramour might I add.

These kinds of things were like Roy's battle ground, always prim, proper, and perfect for appearances, not a hair could be seen out of place. What would they do if they saw the Roy you saw behind closed doors?

For someone who always appeared calm and composed in every situation, he loved testing the limits of decorum.

You leaned your head on Roy's shoulder whispering out pleas for mercy. To on looker you merely appeared to be a loving couple being affectionate, little would they know you've been teetering on the edge for hours now, your panties soaked through.

"Roy… please I- no more," you kept your voice down for the sake of a potential audience though in your mind you'd already disregarded your location, simply desperate for release.

"You've had enough already? The night is still young, we have yet to share a dance," Roy took you by the hands standing you up from your chair.

"Royy," you whined as he led you to the middle of the floor, as a new song began to ring through the hall.

"I will aid you through the steps if you're worried about making mistakes," Roy placed his hands on the small of your back before lifting your body off the floor with magic hovering you just above floor enough to go without notice before leaning in next to your ear, his voice a couple octaves lower. "Lean on me."

You felt your body heat up at the tone of his voice, as you carefully leaned your head on his shoulder putting your full trust in him.

"You want to finish?" You hummed confirmation as Roy moved through the steps of the dance. "Can you keep quiet for me?"

Before you had the chance to answer you felt Roy trace patterns on your lower back with his fingers igniting more vibrations to your throbbing clit. You gasped hanging onto Roy to ground yourself somewhat; hard to do when you're not on the ground. The vibrations rolling through your body made you weak but incredibly more conscious of where you were. You'd feel like you're floating if you weren't already suspended in the air.

"Mmh.." you can't keep a low blissful moan from rumbling up your throat as the toy magically moves around your soaked cunt, teasing every part of your sensitive area.

"... look at me, a moment," Roy said, seeking to see your face.

Lifting your head you met his eyes. The moment your eyes met the intensity of the vibrations jumped to its highest level so far.

"Ah-!" The moan you were about to let out was cut off by Roy's lips, taking your breath away. The kiss was short, meant to shut you up but enough to have Roy look over his shoulder if any one was explicitly watching.

Had your legs been on the ground, they'd be shaking. You're sure your thighs are wet by now. Your lip quivered as you looked at Roy, his perfect poker face cracked slightly as your composure faltered.

"Roy…"

You ducked your head in the crook of his neck, biting your tongue so hard you began to taste blood but ignored it as the wave of your orgasm ran through your bones, sinking your nails into Roy's shoulders as your body felt like putty. Your ears rang as you rested your full weight on him, Roy's touches on your back becoming more soothing, no longer controlling the vibrator in your well ruined panties.

"Good… you did so well," Roy kissed your forehead continuing the motions of your dance in a soothing embrace.

"..tired…" you mumbled against his coat.

"I imagine you are.. you managed to endure throughout the night Heartspell. When this song comes to a close we will make our exit."

To any onlooker's eye you two simply looked hopelessly in love, stuck in your own world as you spent the duration of the night in each other's company. Well unless you looked closely.

The song ends and Roy slowly places your feet on the floor, and aided your steps as your legs regained their strength. Saying short goodbyes in passing as you aimed for the door, Roy caught the eye of the purple eyed prince.

Fenn sipping his cocktail made eye contact with Roy, a knowing smirk on his lips before licking his lips. He mouthed the words 'Good show' before looking elsewhere making a silent vow to tease the other prince on a later date.

©bitchkay.tumblr.com

This prompt was just made for him yk😌

#voltage fandom ccc #court of darkness #roy invidia #fanfiction #otome fanfic #tw smut #voltage inc #cod fanfic #court of darkness fanfiction #smut #18+ minors dni #fenn luxure #kay's writing

[ithseem]

The Three Dimensions Exchange Week

@voltagefandomproject Here ya go. Part two of the multi-chapter work.

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Chapter 2

2:00 pm came a lot sooner than either Joanne or Saima had hoped. Barbatos led a group of eight people into the RAD council room. Nine, actually. A girl who stood at around 145 cm was tagging along behind the boy with wolf ears. She had platinum blonde hair and sapphire-ocean-baby-diamond blue orbs (What is this description?). To put it lightly, her outfit would definitely keep her warm in the Winter. Too bad it was summer. 

No way, thought Saima. Has it already begun with Jack? They didn’t have time to ponder whether to stifle a laugh or just stare in shock, as Diavolo had already started his speech

“Welcome, everyone to the Devildom!” Diavolo flashed a brilliant smile to the group that had come through the doors. From Saligia came Sherry, Rio, Lance and Aquia, and from Twisted Wonderland came Malleus, Jack, Ace and Azul. “It is an honour to have all of you come for the program. Our friends here have told us a lot about you, and I hope we can all get along.”

“We’re honoured to be here for such an event,” said Azul.

“Indeed!” Sherry chirped. “I’m quite looking forward to making new friends and catching up with old ones.”

“Wonderful! Also, it seems you’ve already met Y/N. Have you already told them about your situation?”

“Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes, I-I-I-I-I-I-I h-h-h-h-have,” she said.

Oh, hell nah. Joanne, Saima, and Parvana exchanged glances as they suppressed the urge to laugh (me too). Parvana collected herself and said. “We hope you enjoy your stay here at the Devildom. As you may know, we have three main events planned: a multicultural dinner, a games night and a party. You’ll have two days to settle in and get used to being here. We also figured you might want some time to catch up with your friends, so those two days are there for you to do that also.”

The guests’ faces lit up at that. Lucifer then took over from here. “The goal of our exchange week is to strengthen the bond between not only the worlds in our dimension but between worlds in other dimensions. More events like this will be held in the future and more prolonged ones at that, but for now we will have a spirit week of sorts, and we hope that you will enjoy it to its fullest. Now let’s all introduce ourselves, shall we? My name is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride.”

“The name’s Mammon, Avatar of Greed. Nice to meet’cha.”

“I’m Leviathan, Avatar of Envy.”

Everyone from Twisted Wonderland and Saligia had introduced themselves, and now it was Y/n’s turn.

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I’m Y/N. I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I’m n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-not l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-t-t-t-the other g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-girls. I-I-I-I-I-I m-m-m-m-may l-l-l-l-l-l-look l-l-l-l-like I’m w-w-w-w-wearing makeup r-r-r-r-right n-n-n-n-now, b-b-b-b-but, I’m n-n-n-not.”

Oh, no. Oh no. OH NO.

“Oh shit, it’s happening,” Leviathan whispered.

“What is?” Diavolo asked

“Ah-”

Everyone who came from Saligia, and two of the four from Twisted Wonderland seemed to be wondering the same thing. Barbatos, sensing where this is headed, quickly changed the subject. “Now that introductions are over, allow me to escort you to the House Limbo.”

Ace and Azul quietly let out a sigh of relief. They made a mental note to thank Barbatos once they got to the House

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[snowmortesimps]

"Fighting The Urge" PT 1

Guy x MC

The tinkling sound of girlish giggles resonates from the corner of the S-rank common room where Sherry, Violet, and Snow are perched on a settee together. The girls were recounting the events of the day, happily, while the Princes and their valets relaxed with their tea.

“...And the look on his face when she turned him down was akin to absolute shock!” Violet laughed prettily, recalling the expression on Fenn’s face earlier when they were in town.

Sherry fails to hide her amusement behind a dainty hand lifted to her mouth, adding, “Oh my! What an expression it must have been, indeed! I can almost picture it!”

Grayson approached his young mistress to offer a freshly prepared cup of tea, noting disapprovingly, “Indulgence is unbecoming of you, my Lady...”

Sherry’s cheeks pink prettily as she looks up at her valet, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ before averting her golden gaze to her lap as she takes the teacup. “...Apologies. I was caught up in the moment.”

The male nods, sparing a glance at Snow, a barely-there hint of a smile reflecting in his eyes before the look dissipates as his attention turns toward Violet. “Must you include my Mistress in your gossip, Miss Violet? She is impressionable to behavior unsuited to her status.”

“Oh...such a look could make a dragon tremble, Grayson...do lighten up. It’s just a bit recounting.” the buxom beauty retorted with a small pout.

Grayson’s brow inclined at her but said nothing, turning instead to take a seat by the window to read.

Snow leaned between her friends to speak quietly, a small smirk playing on her lips, “Sherry, I love you, so do forgive me for saying this, but Grayson needs to get laid...maybe then he won’t act like he has a stick up his ass...”

The young princess’s face flames bright red at Snow’s choice of words. Violet, on the other hand has burst into laughter, practically slipped from her seat as her body trembles in amusement. Tears of mirth form in the corners of her eyes as she waves frantically, unable to speak properly.

The commotion causes Guy to lower his tea cup, heaving a sigh of irritation. Turning his head, he calls out to the trio in a firm tone, “Creator help me...What could possible constitute such a disturbance?”

Mild annoyance tickles up Snow’s spine at the male, glaring openly in their direction. “Sorry for disturbing you...we’re just having fun. We’ll try to keep it down...” She states the second part in an attempt to calm him, and her group, as even she realized the volume of their antics.

“See to it, then...” he huffed, turning around to resume a private conversation with Jasper in more hushed tones.

“If anyone needs to get laid, it’s that man...” Violet mutters, half embarrassed, half irritated.

“...” Snow bites the edge of her bottom lip, shifting a quick glance at the back of Guy’s head, though whether to assure herself that he hadn’t overheard Violet’s comment, or because she secretly hoped he had so he might actually take such information to heart and loosen up. “He’s so uptight and moody...a good romp in the sheets would do him a world of good...” she thought to herself, not realizing the words had been spoken out loud to the pair closest to her.

“Miss Snow!...” Sherry squealed, covering her cheeks with both hands after leaving her tea abandoned on the coffee table. “How can you say such things so effortlessly?”

The raven haired girl dropped her head, shamefaced. She was less embarrassed about the words themselves than by the fact her thoughts had been heard by her innocent companion. “I’m sorry, Sher...I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Violet draped an arm around Snow’s shoulders and drew her against her side with a cheshire grin plastered on her beautiful face, “If I hadn’t heard it for myself, I would never had believed our sweet Snow harbored thoughts the likes of Fenn...” She said it jokingly, but it made the girl in her arms cringe all the same.

“That might just be the most horrible thing you’ve ever said to me, Vi.” Snow retorted, giggling. Both joined her in laughter once more.

A heavy sigh escaped once again from across the room. Guy closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘Never a moment’s peace when those three are together...’ he intoned before rising to his feet. Jasper rose as well but remained in place when Guy held up a hand to stay the man from following him. A bow was his only response to the silent command as the Prince of Avari strode toward the girls, arms crossed over his chest. Crimson eyes narrowed but he remained quiet, a standing a few feet away from them.

“Master Guy...? Are we being too loud, still?” Violet asked, drawing both Snow and Sherry’s attention toward the man before them.

“...” Guy hummed in agreement, but his attention was focused more on the dark-haired girl in the middle. She was the last to look up at him, her cheeks sporting a pale shade of pink. ‘Curious...’ he thought silently.

Sherry smiled sheepishly, unsure how to respond, and Snow was choosing not to even meet his eyes. This only made Guy internally wonder what they had been speaking about before he interrupted them, but had the sneaking suspicion it involved him in some way.

“Snow...” Guy finally spoke, only using her name in an attempt to earn her full attention. The sound of his voice, for whatever reason, causing the girl in question’s cheek to burn brighter.

She barely met his eye before looking away again just as quickly. “Yes?” she practically squeaks before clearing her throat in an attempt to steel her resolve. ‘Did he hear us talking about him?...Oh gods, please don’t let it be so...’

“Come...” Guy commands, gesturing for her to follow him elsewhere.

Snow’s brows knit in confusion as she looks between the two girls on either side of her before returning her attention to him, “Uh...?” Despite her hesitance, she does rise from her seat and takes a single step towards Guy but paused, “Where are we going?”

“Away...”

“Away? But I was enjoying myself...” Snow pouted, glancing back at her friends, not truly wishing to leave their company yet.

“A bit too much...” Guy noted, placing a gentle hand on her lower back in an attempt to guide her away. “Your presence has been occupied by those two long enough.”

Raising a brow at him, the gentleness in his touch conflicting with the coldness of his words making Snow wonder to his meaning, yet followed his guidance away toward the settee he had previously occupied. “But...” she attempted to refute his claim, but truth was, she had, in fact, spent the last couple hours with her girl friends, mostly avoiding the guys. ‘Maybe he’s right...I should divide my time more evenly amongst everyone, to be fair.’

That thought crumbled mere moments after Guy sat down and all but pulled Snow onto his lap. Her face flamed an intense shade of red that nearly matched her eyes as she felt his arm drape around her waist, holding her to him with her back against his chest. That one arm was like a steel band holding her in place. “...!!” Snow attempted to lift herself from his lap with no luck. He held firm. “Guy!”

The male merely tightened his grip on her waist. “Cease your squirming...”

“But...! Guy! What are you-...?” Snow retorted, trying again to free herself from his lap, noticing the mixed looks the others in the room were sending her way. “Let me go...”

Guy sighed, slipping his other arm around the girl and leaned back against the sofa so he could hold her closer. His mouth was so close to her ear that when he spoke, his warm breath made her hair flutter lightly, “Relax, my Love...Just stay here with me like this for a while...”

Snow emits a soft squeak of embarrassment, not because of his choice of words, or the term of endearment, but because he was so openly restraining her on his lap in front of everyone. Embarrassment was flooding her veins to the point that her skin felt as if she were on fire and her only goal in that moment was to free herself from his grasp. “Please stop...this is too much for me...” she notes a little louder than originally intended.

“...” Guy leans in, almost nuzzling into the crook of her neck as if ignoring her words entirely. ‘She’s so cute when she’s flustered...’ he thinks before pressing his lips against the skin beneath the cascading dark locks of her hair, casting a look about the room at the others as if daring them to say anything. “Why fight it? You are mine...”

Those three little words... ‘You are mine...’ reverberate through Snow’s head like a bout of thunder that rang out too close. Heart pounding, the girl stops moving for just a brief moment. Memories of every time Guy claimed her as his own raced through her, piling atop the last... ‘You’re mine’...’You belong to me’...’Mine’... Her eye twitched as the words and thoughts flared to life the irritation that each of those moments held. Since the day she arrived, he had been claiming her as his own, giving her little to no say in the matter. Her opinions clearly mattered little to him. ‘Why would the opinions of someone like me matter to him? He’s a Prince...from a powerful kingdom...He’s used to getting whatever he wants...’

Her inner thoughts began to rise, growing louder and louder inside her. How many times had he said she was his...that she would belong to no one else...How many times had she brushed off his comments, pretending that it didn’t bother her? How many times did she bury the anger in order to keep the peace?......

“No.” Snow stated softly, but firmly, her usual gentle smile falling away completely. Her brow furrowed as she suddenly tore herself from his arms and his lap. The movement drawing the attention of all those in the room, save for Lynt, who had dozed off in his chair.

Guy sat up straight, eying the girl with an air of annoyance, “Indeed?” Even his tone dripped with a sense of impatience at her display.

“You’re damn right!” she exclaimed, pressing her fists into her hips as she rounded on him, though putting a few feet, and a coffee table between them. “You keep treating me like I’m something you can just claim, and I’ve had it. I’m a person! Not your plaything, Guy!”

Roy’s eyes widened a bit at Snow’s reaction. He, nor the others had ever seen her like this before, and it was rather surprising and out of character for the usually calm, sweet girl. Fenn wore a similar expression of shock, though it melted into one of intrigue and amusement. “My my...this is a new side of Treasure...”

Snow gave Guy a moment to respond but when all he did was stare at her and lift a perfectly sculpted brow, it only seemed to infuriate the girl further. “Ever since the beginning, you have said that I belong to you! YOU! News flash, buddy! I belong to NO ONE but MYSELF! Not you! Not Headmaster! Not Fenn, or Roy, or Lynt, or ANYONE!” By this point, her crimson eyes had narrowed dangerously at Guy, her arms flaring outward toward the group at large as her voice rose. “Claim I belong to you again, Guy Avari...” This she practically growled, “...and I swear I’ll...”

By this point, Guy had had enough of her little temper tantrum, and rose to his feet. He was nearly a full head taller than Snow, and he used that height difference to his advantage as he stared down at her in his best display of dangerous calm. His arms folded, looking down at the fuming beauty before him, “You’ll what...?”

Snow’s eyes widen a fraction, not expecting him to call her on her unspoken threat. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to say. What could she possibly do to him, being as weak as she was by comparison? ‘Damn, I want to smack that look right off his stupid, gorgeous face right now...’

Guy stepped forward a single step, a move Snow mirrored by moving backward. When he noticed her momentary pause, a devilish grin tugged at the corners of his lips, noting, “You’ll do nothing...because you know, somewhere in that pretty little head of yours, that I’m right...but let us put your convictions to the test, shall we?”

Though his claims only added more fuel to the fire of her anger, his challenge had her jerking her head, face contorting into a look of confused, albeit infuriated interest. ‘What is he playing at?...’ The realization that she was, in fact, interested in what he was about to say only made her more upset, having no desire to admit it to herself, let alone to him...and especially not in front of the audience they seemed to be performing for at the moment.

Smug that his words seemed to have captured her attention, he went on, “You have made it quite plain to everyone present that you belong to no one...” At this, even Lynt had awoken by the commotion and was watching the conversation. “...Yet I’d wager even one as stubborn as you will succumb to the truth of my words when I say this...” He paused for dramatic effect before adding confidently, “You, Snow, will come to me of your own volition by week’s end to claim your absolute submission.”

Snow’s hands curled into tight fists at her sides as she glared daggers at Guy. Her fury so vivid, Tino feared she might light Guy on fire with just her eyes. “...You bastard...” she mumbled through gritted teeth. Tears were beginning to blur her vision, limbs starting to tremble as she fought to keep from lunging at Guy. Everyone in the room witnessing this encounter was stunned to silence by such a declaration, thus was unable - or more likely, unwilling - to come to her defense. Suddenly feeling far smaller than her actual height, and refusing to shed tears of frustration in front of Guy, lest he take it as a victory, the girl turned on her heel and fled the common room.

Only after the door slammed behind her from the sheer force of her running out did Violet bolt to her feet, intending to chase after her distressed friend. “...Snow...” She turned to Guy, looking every bit ready to verbally tear him a new one, but she was cut off by Fenn.

“Let her go, Letty...Treasure is in no state at current to hear words of comfort from anyone...”

Sherry peeled herself from her seat, nearly in tears as she approached Roy and Grayson. “...Will no one go after her?”

Lynt shook his head in the negative, “Fenn is correct. She needs time to calm herself.”

“But...” Sherry tried but stopped herself, only to sigh sadly, looking toward the door her friend had fled through. “...Snow.”

Roy reached out to take his sister’s hand comfortingly, giving it a gentle squeeze. “She will be alright...” He took glanced toward the door, his expression turning to one of concern briefly.

Guy rolled his shoulders and made his way toward his own chambers with Jasper following behind. Only once they were secluded from the others did Jasper choose to speak, “Master Guy...may I speak frankly with you about what just transpired?”

“...” Guy gave a vague gesture to his valet while draping himself comfortably across the sofa, his head leaning against the arm of it. “Do as you wish, Jasper...”

Bowing his head respectfully as he folds his hands behind his back, Jasper asks, “Do you believe Miss Snow will truly come to you of her own accord within the allotted timeframe?”

Guy spared the other man a glance before closing his eyes wearily, “I intend to assure such an outcome...”

“Very well, Sir...” Jasper grinned. “Do you require any assistance on my part in your endeavors?”

“Perhaps...should the need arise.” Guy agreed after a moment, then draped an arm across his eyes. In his mind, the encounter with Snow replayed in vivid detail. She was livid, yes, but the passionate way she displayed her emotions was breathtaking! He could feel both her ire and her power practically radiating off her lithe frame. She was like a tsunami...the slow build from deep within, causing such a torrential wave of anger to crash forth, and with it, brought forth damage to everything around her, whether she intended her tantrum to do so or not. The other princes may not admit it, but her declaration that she didn’t belong to anyone, going so far as to state names in her rant, likely caused pain, not to mention the distress she put her friends through. ‘...and what about me?’ he pondered to himself, ‘...Little Wonder bares her teeth at me with so little regard to my feelings, either...Ah, but she will learn her place is by my side...and soon enough, in my bed...’

After dashing out of the Common room, Snow hurried down the hallways, wiping furiously at the tears leaking from her eyes and avoiding eye contact with anyone she passed along the way. Only once she’d reached her bedroom did she fling the door open and slam it shut just as quickly. Robin startles, shrieking noisily as he bolts into the air, ready to either fight or flee, himself.

Shoulders trembled as the girl, still gripping the door handle, pressed her forehead against the wood, squeezing her eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop the flow of tears. Her free hand lifted to pound once against the wood not but a few inches away from her face in abject frustration.

“M-mistress?” Robin floated toward her cautiously, a sad sound emanating from the feline.

Snow shook her head without lifting it from the door. Words failed to form as all she could do was wallow in the ocean of frustration and self-pity. How did she allow herself to get to this point? Why had she allowed Guy to get such a rise out of her? And now all she could think was about was how smug he looked as he made such a bold statement in front of all their friends... ‘How dare he say that...How could he?’

Robin moved closer, landing upon the floor at her feet. His large eyes cast up at her with so much worry, a tiny frown upon his furry lips. “Mrrow...Mistress...” He rubbed against her legs in an attempt to comfort her.

At the feeling of her familiar’s touch, the teary-eyed girl rubbed her eyes and cheeks on the cuff of her sleeve and slowly crouched down to scoop him into her arms. Her face buried into his soft fur as she clung to him. “Robin...” The cat’s name, said in such a sad tone nearly made the feline want to cry too.

“What troubles you, Mistress? Do you wish me to bite someone for causing you pain?” Robin offered, trying hard to cheer her up.

Sniffling, Snow shook her head, placing a kiss atop her pet’s head, snuggling him close to her chest. “Thank you, Robin, but no...I’d be afraid that Guy might try to kick you if you tried to bite him...besides...he doesn’t deserve our attention...”

Robin balked at the response, “Master Guy made you cry? What happened?”

Snow merely shook her head and sighed as she carried him to her bed where she flopped against the mattress without releasing the cat. He let out a mewl of surprise when they landed but his mistress was careful to cradle him protectively. “He was being an ass...as usual...claiming I belong to him...I just...snapped.” Her fingers worked over Robin’s fur, petting and scratching his head as he lay upon her chest. Her reddened, puffy eyes started at the ceiling, unseeing, and still leaking the occasional tears as she explained, “I was tired of him constantly saying things like that with no regard to my feelings...I’m not his...if I choose to be with someone at some point while I’m here, it’s my decision...but it’s like he doesn’t care what I want...”

“Perhaps Master Guy knows not any better way to express his feelings for you, Mistress?” Robin offered, nuzzling his head into her hand and purring gently.

Snow paused her ministrations to ponder the validity of that statement as she sniffled. “...Maybe...but that doesn’t make it right, either...I mean...” Trailing off, her thoughts wandered, ‘...What if Robin is right and Guy only acts that way because he does care...and just doesn’t know how to say so, like a normal person?...’ Sighing, she finishes with a simple, “...I don’t know...”

The emotional outburst and subsequent crying wore her out, allowing her to drift off into a fitful slumber, skipping supper in the process. When she awoke the following day, she felt drained and sluggish as she walked down to breakfast. She had no interest in running into Guy again any time soon, or really anyone for that matter. Sure, her friends and the other princes had been surprised by the fight, but none had come to her aid either. ‘Maybe they didn’t know what to say...’ she reasoned, making her way through the food line in the refectory.

Though hungry, she wasn’t in the mood to eat. The only items on her tray were a bagel smeared with sky apple butter, a cup of some kind of flavored yogurt, and a cup of creamed red coffee. She scanned the room for an empty seat. Rio and Thoma were waving to her, encouraging her to join them. Heaving a resigned sigh, she began walking their way when a voice spoke up behind her.

“Miss Snow,” Jasper announced gently so as not to startle her.

“Jasper...” she replied with mild surprise. Realization had her quickly looking around the immediate area to see if Guy was nearby. The valet confirmed this when he spoke next.

“If you are searching for Master Guy, he is in the S-rank refectory this morning.” This earned a look of slight relief from Snow before he continued, “So worry not, Miss Snow. But might I say, you appear out of sorts today. Did you not sleep well?”

Snow shook her head, avoiding his gaze. She didn’t want Jasper to see just how much the previous evening’s events had affected her, but she also knew he was extremely perceptive and likely already knew before she’d even turned around. “Not really, no...Was there something you needed, Jasper?”

The man smiled politely and bowed his head, “Indeed, actually. Would you kindly accompany me? There is a matter which I would like to discuss with you, if you wouldn’t mind?”

Snow pursed her lips at the offer but nodded in agreement. After all, it wasn’t Jasper she was upset with, but his master. “Okay.”

Upon hearing her acceptance, he kindly took her tray to carry for her. Snow cast an apologetic look over her shoulder toward Rio and Thoma as she was led away by the valet. She feared he was taking her to the S-rank refectory to face Guy, but that wasn’t to be the case. He did, however, lead her to Guy’s rooms. Seeing her look of hesitation, he chuckled and held open the door for her, “As I said, Miss Snow, Master Guy is elsewhere. You may relax.”

“...Relax...yeah, that’s what he said, too...” she mumbled under her breath as she was guided to the sofa in the sitting area of the main room. Her tray was placed upon the coffee table as Jasper took one of the seat across from her. She glanced at him, as if asking if it were okay for her to eat her breakfast as they talked, to which he gestured for her to do so. After taking a sip of coffee and one spoonful of yogurt, she asked, “If this is about what happened last night, Jasper, I don’t really want to talk about it...”

“It is, but it isn’t...” he began, watching her pick at her meager food. “What transpired was difficult to witness, admittedly. Master Guy struggles with rejection, you see? Hence his not-so-gentlemanly reaction...”

“...I wasn’t exactly showing the best side of myself either...” she admitted, popping a small piece of bagel in her mouth. “He just made me so angry...I didn’t mean to blow up at him like that...it just...happened...” Her voice grew soft and remorseful.

“I understand. He, too, expressed a wish to recuperate the relationship once all was said and done...thus his request for me to speak with you this morning.” Jasper nodded.

“If he’s sorry, why not just come to me and tell me himself?” she asked, setting her coffee down.

“Something to inquire of him when next you meet, perhaps...would you care for more coffee? I happen to have a pot freshly brewed.” At her nod, he moves to retrieve the pot of coffee and refills her cup.

“Thank you, Jasper. It smells lovely.” She takes another sip, careful not to burn her lip. “Was there anything else?”

Jasper watched her finish her meal before moving to take the seat beside her. After gauging her reaction to his closeness, and finding that she didn’t recoil or shift away, he asks, “Might I be so bold as to ask...do you hate Master Guy?”

Snow frowns slightly at the question, looking down at her hands rested in her lap. After a few moments, she shakes her head. “No...I don’t hate him. I’m angry with him...but I think I’m also angry with myself, too...”

The man nods, giving her ample time to collect her thoughts in case she wished to say more. When she doesn’t, he pushes on, “And...pardon me for asking, but are you adverse to my company?”

Snow looks over at him a bit bewildered by such a question. “Obviously not, if I’m sitting here talking to you...?”

“Apologies if I have offended you. It was far from my intent.”

“Then what is your intention with such a question?”

Jasper wore his usual smile, reaching out to pat Snow’s hand reassuringly, “Curiosity in its simplest form, I assure you.” When she nods in understanding, it is time to take the instructed plan to the next level. His hand was still over her own, when he subtly wraps his fingers around hers.

Snow startles, looking down at their hands in her lap, back at his face, and back again, a look of confusion plain in her expression. “Jasper?...”

“Even one such as myself occasionally craves the comforting touch of a friend. You have been distressed of late, so I thought perhaps I could extend the comfort to you. If I am causing you discomfort, I will cease immediately...” He wore a look of concern, but as she looked in his eyes a moment later, a small smile tugs at her lips...the first she’d truly offered since the night before.

“Thank you...I didn’t realize how much I needed a friend right now.” she offered, giving his hand a small squeeze to assure him of her words.

The pair talked amicably for a while , allowing Snow to let her guard down and just relax. When a lull in conversation passed between the pair, Jasper gently lifted her hand between them and, while meeting her eyes, pressed his lips to her knuckles. This drew the girl’s attention, causing her cheeks to burn prettily. She then draws her hand back to cradle it to her chest. “Jasper....what was that for?”

Feigning innocence, he purred, “A token of appreciation, My Lady...for your company and friendship this morning.”

“Oh...” she swallowed and bit her lip, though the blush remained upon her face as she averted her eyes.

‘Lovely...it’s no wonder my Prince desires her...’ he thinks, smiling deviously at her while her attention is focused elsewhere. “I would very much like us to be closer...”

“...Closer?” she nearly whispers, glancing at the minimal space physically between their thighs as we sit a comfortable few inches apart. “You mean as friends?”

Jasper chuckles under his breath, having noticed where her eyes had wandered. Using the girl’s distraction, he leans closer to her and whispers in her ear, “Indeed, Miss Snow...I would like to be much closer to you...as friends...” He felt the shiver that coursed along her spine as his heated suggestion spilled across her ear. She gasped softly, the pink in her cheeks moving to color her ears and leaving her stumbling for words. As she makes to lean away, Jasper follows her until he is leaning over her.

“...!” Snow’s beautiful crimson eyes are wide as she looks up at the valet hovering above her. Her heart races almost painfully as she quickly examines her surroundings, looking for a way to slip out from under him and put some distance between them.

“Worry not, Miss Snow...I mean you no harm...I was merely overcome by your beauty...Might I beseech you...from one friend to another...for just one small request?” Jasper questions silkily, being extra mindful of where his hands rest as he cages her in against the sofa.

Given their positions, Snow felt trapped, and truthfully, she was. What else could she do than listen to his request? If she tried to fight him, one of them was likely to get injured. She may feel incredibly uncomfortable at the moment, but she meant what she said about not minding Jasper’s company...though admittedly it was becoming more and more apparent that she may wish to reconsider such a claim. “What do you want?” she asks, her voice coming out little more than a squeak.

“One kiss...not for power, for I do not covet it in the slightest...but for the simple, yet pleasurable experience that I regrettably lack in my life.” He proposed, his gaze lowering from her eyes to her soft lips that, currently, are parted ever so slightly.

‘A kiss?! What is with these people all wanting to kiss me?’ Snow thought in exasperation. ‘But...he said he doesn’t want my kiss for more power...just for...the experience? Is his love life so spartan that a good looking guy like him has never been kissed?’

“I...I suppose that’s fine...” she heard herself agreeing to the act under the assumption it was nothing more, and she felt a little bad for him if he had truly never been kissed. Inexperienced though she was in physical intimacy, she had shared a few kisses here and there over the years.

Jasper smiled down at her upon receiving her consent and shifted his weight so as to be able to cup the back of her neck, arching her ever so slightly to have better access. When she allowed the movement, his lips pressed to hers in a surprisingly tender kiss. His lips moved against hers, an agonizingly slow dance meant to melt her against him. It was working.

While Snow thought it would be a short, innocent kiss, a lingering peck, perhaps, she was not expecting to be seduced into a full make-out session with Jasper! Her brain screamed at her, ‘This is wrong!...I need to stop this...’ but the way his mouth moved, far too expertly to be a novice, her body cried, ‘...but it feels so very nice...’ Just as his tongue parted her lips to slip inside, Snow moaned into the kiss, soon feeling the weight of the man settling more comfortably against her. A whimper soon followed, not of discomfort but an automatic response to the unexpected pleasure she felt at feeling his warm body against her.

The valet expertly worked her mouth, delving his tongue inside, caressing and battling her own in a slow and sensual battle for dominance, purposefully trying to draw out more of those sweet mewls and moans. Only when he had her breathless and squirming did he break from her lips to nibble at her earlobe. While Snow’s skin burned with a need for more, her mind continued to remind her this moment was nothing more than an experience for him...as a friend... Jasper however was about to deliver the final blow as he whispered seductively in her ear, “Thank you, most kindly, My Lady...” He smirked to himself, adding, “You make the most beautiful sounds...I hope I get to hear them more as my Master devours you.”

Snow’s eyes widen, staring up at Jasper in shock as he grins most mischievously, lifting himself off her and straightening his attire back to it’s usual pristine appearance. Snow, feeling dizzy from the depths of his kiss, rises from the sofa and presses a hand over her racing heart. Her mouth opens to speak but words fail to form once more. Blinking rapidly for a moment, she just shakes her head to clear it, and makes her way to the door without saying goodbye. In that moment, she wasn’t sure what to say... ‘Thanks for the make out session, I’ll sing your praises to your Master?’

Sighing, she left the room to gather her things for lectures and headed to class. Her first lesson, however, who should be the teacher, buy Guy Avari, himself. A groan fell from her throat as she reluctantly trudged to her seat at the back of the room. Wishing she could just disappear in that moment, her only thought was to slouch down as much as possible and hope to the star above that Guy would have a fraction of mercy on her.

No such luck...

“Who wants to explain what this reaction signifies?” Guy asked the class at large, but his eyes were trained on the one girl in the room doing everything in her lack of power to pretend she wasn’t there. Judging by the look of confusion, shame, and ardor on her face, Jasper had accomplished his task. ‘As long as he took no further liberties with her...’ “Miss Snow...Care to answer?”

The girl winced at the sound of her own name being called and feeling far too many eyes on her in that moment. Her face burned as she shook her head.

“Pity...Perhaps you should give your assignments more intimate attention...” Guy stressed the word ‘intimate’ on purpose to make her blush deepen and drive home his claim from the night prior. “Stay after dismissal...I’ll help you.”

“...Meep!” Snow squeaked and buried her face in her hands. ‘Gods, Stars, and Creator help me...I’m so screwed...’ The rest of the lesson both dragged on and went by far too quickly all at once. Before she knew it, her classmates were filing out the door, leaving her alone with Guy.

“Come...” Guy said, though his tone wasn’t harsh, a bit impatient, perhaps.

Snow gathered her things and approached the front of the classroom where Guy stood beside the podium. She was chewing on her lip anxiously, trying to ignore the warm tingle she still felt from Jasper’s kisses just before class. “Yes?” Her voice was quiet and unsure...definitely still reflecting how awkward she was feeling.

“Did you see Jasper this morning?” he questioned, to which her eyebrows shot up beyond the fringe of her bangs, staring at him wide-eyed. He barely restrained his laugh as he continued, “I instructed him to give you a message from me.”

That reassurance seemed to calm her, though her blush was more than noticeable. “Oh...Oh yeah, he told me...” she muttered sheepishly.

“And?” he intoned, tilting his head ever so slightly, awaiting her response.

“I...” She was growing more frustrated with her recent inability to speak and it was becoming obvious in the way her nose scrunched and her brows knit together.

Stepping closer, Guy reaches out to caress her cheek and tilt her chin up so she could meet his eyes. She became enthralled fairly quickly, rendering her seemingly unable to move away. The man’s thumb brushed along her lips, making her shiver. “I know...” he stated cryptically before leaning down to ghost his lips over hers - so close she could feel his breath...it would take only the smallest effort to close the distance. “Did you enjoy yourself, my Love?” He was teasing her with his vaguely worded inuendoes, purposefully trying to stoke the flames...but which fire was he playing with? The passionate fury that started this whole situation?...Or her passionate arousal that he was jealous was stoked by his valet on his behalf?

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[thehighladywrites]

- “if it is so wrong, why does it feel so good?”

pairing: stalker/perv!azriel x reader, nesta, elain and feyre mentioned

summary: stalking and perving is azriel’s favorite activities. What happens when you finally drop the oblivious mask and confront him

warnings: dark content, stalking, perving (on literally everyone), breaking and entering, stealing panties, az having a darker side, getting turned on by your fear, az eating you out, reader being bold and hot as fuck omg,

amara’s note: okay this is very short bc it’s my first time writing a dark fic. Also i hope you like it and pls read the warnings.

Azriel knows he is some sort of sick freak. He knows he should resist his sinful glances at Feyre when she's cozied up on Rhysand's lap. He flexes a little extra just to spark Nesta's desires, fully aware of her fantasies. And as for Elain, well, let's just say he's playing a forbidden game of spying while she bends over to plant her greens.

Azriel's is extremely aware he shouldn't be harboring forbidden desires or indulging in the secret pleasure of stalking someone as seemingly innocent as yourself.

Azriel, the ultimate mastermind, keeps everyone guessing. Who would suspect the quiet, brooding and publicly respected spymaster to be a closeted perv and sick stalker? It's his most guarded secret hidden beneath the intimidating exterior.

Little does Azriel know, you're fully aware of his perverse behavior—his wandering eyes and spying shadows. It surprises you that no one has figured him out yet; after all, it seems quite apparent, doesn't it?

You don’t miss his lurking shadows following you around for hours. A regular fae would’ve missed it but not you. You’ve grown accustomed to him and his ways. You know him better than anyone else and you definitely know of his stalker tendencies.

Azriel believes he's smooth, avoiding outright ogling. Instead, he strategically glances at you during training with Cassian and while sharpening his weapons, subtly appreciating the way your body moves.

Pervert azriel walks up to you, complimenting your form, claiming while it’s good there’s something you need to fix. You don’t mind if he needs to grab your waist while fixing your pose right? And of course you’ll excuse him if he accidentally brushes against your boobs and ass. I mean he just wants to help you perfect your form!

He watches you walking through Velaris from the shadows, always hiding one of his shadows with you. He tells himself that he does it for your safety. Who knows, you might be attacked and he needs to be ready.

He absolutely doesn’t want to hear how much of a hypocrite he is for also stalking you in the safety of your home aswell.

Azriel steals your panties, silently breaking into your room as he looks through your drawers, skimming through the collection of panties. He promises himself it’s the last time, though he’s made the same pledge seven times before.

Azriel's stalking tendencies lead him to roam through your belongings, touching everything to become familiar with your world. He goes to your vanity, picking up your perfumes, and indulges in the forbidden pleasure of smelling the one thing he desires most—you.

Lying in your bed, his head on your pillow, he starts shifting in the sheets, inhaling more of your scent. He revels in the trespass and wrongness of being in your bed, knowing that you might catch a hint of his own scent lingering there, a twisted thought crossing his mind that it could confuse, frighten, or even arouse you.

His cock swells at the thought of you scared, heart beating fast, trying to place who the scent belongs to.

He looks around and finds one of your shirts on the bed and picks it up to his nose.

Then he does the one thing he swore he would never stoop to. He pulls out his already hard cock and strokes it while inhaling your scent from the shirt.

—

He has timed you and learned your schedule hence why he now knows that you’ll be in the shower for the next twenty minutes, giving him the perfect opportunity for his perverse activities. He’ll pick up the laciest most intricate pair, keeping it in his room as some sort of trophy with the other stuff he has taken from you. No one can enter into his room anyways, it’s safe…

Pervert Azriel looks through the little crack in your door as you stand there posing infront of a mirror while wearing pretty much nothing. A lacy little lingerie set as you touch your body, hands traveling all over your tits, waist, ass then up through your hair as you spin around, admiring yourself.

You know Azriel is standing at your door, he isn’t really all that subtle with his hand down his pants as he jerks off at the sight of you.

It’s almost enough to make your eyes roll back into the back of your head, fucking gods, he���s pathetic.

You wanted to fuck him for the longest time. He could just ask you to fuck and you’d say yes yet here he is thinking he’s slick as he pervs on you. Even with all that in mind, there’s a sick, twisted adrenaline rush spreading through your body at the thought of the esteemed and highly respected spymaster doing something so dark and wrong like this.

“I know you're there, Az. Come out,” you say, a wicked smile forming on your face as you plot to utterly humiliate him.

His entire body freezes and Azriel cautiously emerges from the shadows, realizing he's been caught. You maintain that mischievous grin, ready to unleash your plan. The air thickens with anticipation as the confrontation unfolds.

“Az?”

He looks like he’s about to jump out of the nearest window as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Yes?”

“Why are you such a disgusting little pervert? Here I am trying on some clothes and you’re just perving on me. How do you think that makes me feel? I mean I could be super afraid and you wouldn’t have any remorse? Who does something like that?”

Azriel's face heats up at the mocking question, flushing as he tries to respond.

“Az, I asked you a question,” you assert, walking over to him. His embarrassment is palpable as he apologizes, rambling about not knowing what came over him, begging you not to tell anyone.

You already know the answer, and a knowing smile plays on your lips as he seeks forgiveness.

“You’ve done a very bad thing, Azriel. Bad people deserve to be punished. You of all people understand that, right?”

Pushing him back onto one of the sofas in your room, you creep closer, leaning over to whisper. Looking down at him, you place your hand on his cheek, letting your nails dig in a little.

“I think you deserved to be punished.”

Azriel's heart raced, fearing exposure for his hidden activities. Was this it? Would you punish him by revealing his actions to everyone?

Before he could plead for forgiveness, you stood up, walking back to your bed and beckoning him over with two fingers.

As he approached, ready to sit, you extended your leg, placing your foot on his stomach, halting him in his tracks..

“Not so fast,” you assert, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “The bed is reserved for me. You can kneel on the floor.”

Azriel complies, gracefully sinking to his knees. His gaze meets yours, his beautiful eyes revealing a mixture of submission and desire.

“You’re going to eat my pussy. If you manage to make me cum, I won’t tell anyone about your disgusting behavior, understand?”

He couldn't believe what was unfolding. Was he really about to taste you? About to experience the fantasy he'd daydreamed about every single day? He nods, but a disapproving tsk follows.

“I need more than a nod, Azriel. Do you understand?”

A quick, “Yes, I understand,” escapes his lips.

You can't help but smile at the swiftness of his compliance.

“That’s good. Now, I’ll be taking off my bra and panties and they’re very expensive and new so they better not go missing.”

Azriel affirms his understanding and then proceeds to drool over the way you slowly strip infront of him before you spread your legs and tell him to start.

He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge as he dips his head down to run his tounge up and down your slit, tasting you before playing with your clit.

You gasp in pleasure, letting out moans as your hands find their way to his hair, urging him to keep going.

Azriel’s hands dig into your thighs that are currently smushing his head. He decides to let you continue, telling himself that if he dies like this, he'd go down as the happiest person in history.

“T-that’s it, right there.”

A breathy moan escapes your lips as you feel two of his fingers enter you. Your hands grab his dark soft hair as he started pumping his fingers, relishing at the way your soaking cunt is squelching and squeezing him.

You whimper at the way his thick fingers strecth you out then curl against that secret spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You start to slowly fuck yourself on them, eager for more of him.

“You taste even better than I imagined, fuck.”

His desperate voice only spurred you on.

It doesn’t take much longer for that feeling to build up in your stomach, the tight cord eventually snapping. You squeeze and throb around his fingers as you cum hard, letting out whines and mumbles.

Azriel helps you ride out your high, memorizing every facial expression in case this is the last time you ever let him this close again.

He pulls out his fingers and lick them clean then goes back and licks your pussy clean.

You let out a giggle at the sight before you, casting him a look of fake sympathy as you pull yourself together.

“Well, look at that. Seems like I’ll be keeping your secret after all. I mean, what a shame to loose such a good little pussy eater, right? I might just keep you around.”

You beckon him to rise, tossing your underwear onto the sofa before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Glancing back at his flushed face and heavy breathing, you offer a secret smile.

“Who knows, next time I might even let you fuck me.”

Turning around, you leave him to his thoughts as the shower starts.

Azriel stands there for a moment, his desire evident. Unable to resist, he takes your panties and bra, always craving something of yours.

He promises to himself that he won't do it for an eighth time before hurrying back to his room, to finally help himself

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Everything Stays

Pairing: Rhysand x Sister!Reader

Warnings: this made me feel things 🥲, canon character death, war, trauma, grief, siblingxsibling, regret, guilt/shame, Rhysand's family have names in this fic, fingering, blame, sorry no happy ending 🙃, goes downhill very fast, so yeah be prepared for that, had a deep hunger for a big bowl of sadness

Words: 4857

Summary: You should have been there with your mother and sister. You should be dead

"What are you doing here?!" Your mother's hiss would put a stop to any fun you and your brother were having. Really, it was rather dangerous for a young fae child like you to follow close behind your mother and brother as they traveled to the Illyrians mountains. The war camps weren't meant for little girls. If someone else had found you, they would have immediately clipped your wings before your father could get ahold of you.

Elowen usually had a gentle personality but when of her children dared to act stupidly, she wasn't afraid to show a bit of tough love. Especially toward her stubborn daughter. Little Isolde didn't mind being left back at father's court.

"Run!" Rhysand shrieks at you with a wild grin while Cassian hoots and hollers in support.

With a squeal, your wings start to flap; preparing your body to pick up wind. Only you're not fast enough for take off. Elowen grabs you by your ankle before you could really put distance between you and ground. Not like that would help you much. Your mother was a fast flyer.

"I tell you to stay home for a reason! You could've been killed following us!" Then she turns her attention to the two boys who were attempting to sneak away. "And you two! Both of you knew and let her? You're supposed to look after her."

"But I wasn't hurt!" You argue, trying to twist yourself out of your mother's grip. "I kept up with all of you without even being spotted!"

She's exasperated by you, you could see that on her face as she pinches at the bridge of her nose. "You willful girl."

You think she's upset or even worse, disappointed, until you watch her shoulders move as she chuckles softly. You may exhaust her, but you're constantly surprising her.

"As punishment, you have to stay by my side at all times when we're in the war camp. Understand?" Elowen chides but it was a fairly light sentence for you.

Smiling over at your brothers, they share your sentiment with their own large grins.

It was hard enough separating you from Rhysand to begin with, but since Cassian joined the family it was now near impossible to separate you from the two of them.

The three of you would not have carefree childhoods. Elowen knew this as she watches the three kids run around in the tall grass before Rhys and Cass were forced to go down to the base and train with the other young bloods.

Her eyes are glued particularly to you and Rhys who is fixing a weed that took the shape of a common flower into your hair. He's proven to be the sweetest brother through the years. First with you then with Isolde, but you had a special place in Rhys' heart. There was a depth to the relationship between the two of you that your mother couldn't quite place. If it were any other children, she would say that they might have had a crush on each other. That they were in love. Which to Elowen, looking at you and your brother, seemed obvious. Of course there's love between the two of you. You're siblings and strikingly close in age. However, sibling love wasn't it either.

"Mama!" your hands grasp at her arm, jerking to get her attention. Owlishly blinking, she gazes down at the roundness of your face. "Rhys and Cass says it's time for them to head to training. And you said I can't be away from you at the camps, so. . ." To make a point, you tug her toward where said boys were already heading down the mountain to where the Illyrian camp was.

Elowen breathes out a laugh and nods. She lets you continue to pull her along the path, her wings unfurling. You marvel at them. They were living testament to the grace and strength of your mother. You hope to one day have wings as beautiful as her's.

The dress your mother made you for your coming of age ceremony was by far her best work yet. Isolde oo's and ah's at the glittering jewels that look like stars and the shining of the silver thread meticulously stitched into it. She's gentle with the way she touches the dress, as if it were a sacred garment.

You kneel down with her on the ground. "Mother really outdid herself this time, didn't she?"

Isolde nods enthusiastically. "I don't know how she does it. She's so fast with needle and thread." You saw the admiration in her eyes. Much like you did, Isolde adored your amazing mother. She'd been learning how to sew slowly, even embroidery similar to the fine details on your dress.

Lovingly, you play with one thick strand of her dark hair. Play with it and catch the undershades of it from the sunlight. Isolde had the darkest hair that it looked the darkest shade of blue. "Are you excited for tonight?"

Your younger sister snorts a laugh, something she'd picked up from you much to your father's dismay. "This party is for you. And you're asking me if I'm excited? Are you excited?"

Indifferent, you shrug. This would just be like the many other parties and balls put on through Prythian. Only difference was that it was dedicated to you. Honestly, you had more fun watching your siblings enjoy themselves. Especially when Rhysand would dance with Isolde and Elowen. Even cuter was Cassian stepping in to take her hand for his own dance.

"I guess I'm a little excited." You hum and stand back up to stretch your legs. "It's fun to watch all of the different courts mingle together. Looks weird how different each fae is from their respective court."

Isolde purses her lips, hands retracting from the gown as she gazes up at you with doleful eyes. "This party also means that father intends to find you a husband."

Yes, it was something both you and your siblings dreaded. The day your father would give you away to another important lord who would take you away from your family. Something Rhysand had brought up late last night when you'd snuck into his room. He knew it made grim pillow talk, but it was on both of your minds as your coming out ceremony. There would be nothing he could do to keep you in his arms. Not when your father was still the High Lord.

"Yeah. . . lets hope it'll take him a while to pick one out for me." You were still safe, at least for tonight. Tomorrow would be a different battle for you. "For now though, I'm free."

You don't like how your sister's expression is now heavy with sadness. For being younger than you, Isolde was already an inch taller than you were and easily wraps her arms around your neck to bring you into a hug. Your cheek brushes against the softness of her hair, inhaling the sweet jasmine that scented her tresses. Elowen once joked that the real parents to Isolde might as well have been you and Rhysand. Since your sister's birth, you and your brother did treat her like your baby. To the high faes, babies were more precious than any gold or gemstone and you and Rhysand treated her as such.

"I don't want you to ever get married." She whispers and you can't help the giggle that bubbles in your chest and past your lips. A sentiment she'd shared with you plenty times before. It was everyone's one major fear. Well, except for your father. He thought it was long past for you to be engaged. You'd heard him mention something about clipping your wings once. So that you wouldn't be able to fly away from your chosen spouse. Thankfully Elowen had quickly shut that down vehemently. No daughter of her's would have their wings clipped for as long as she lived.

"I know. I don't every want to get married either."

"Except for Rhysand?"

Sharply inhaling, you pull away from her to give her a stern look. "Isolde, we all know that's impossible. You shouldn't say those things out loud. What if someone else heard?"

"He'd be a good husband for you though! And that would mean you wouldn't have to ever leave us." she argues back.

She doesn't mean anything bad by it, but you couldn't risk anyone hearing your conversation. You lower your voice to a whisper. "He's my brother. No one in Prythian would allow it. Because. . . because siblings can't be mates. Can't marry each other."

Still not quite understanding, her lips fumble with more questions but you merely shake your head and pat her cheek.

"No more of this, Isolde. Please."

Hating to upset you, she closes her mouth and stiffly nods. Isolde murmurs out an apology but you dismiss it. There was nothing for her to apologize for.

You sigh and instruct her to start getting ready for the night's festivities. Ducking her head, she leaves you alone in your room to ruminate on your own dreary thoughts.

This truly was the beginning of the end for you.

Pleading with your own tears not to fall, you lean against a bedpost as it was the only source of support in that moment.

If only you were able to be with Rhys. To live out the rest of your days with him, happily ruling the Night Court together. If anyone knew of these thoughts you had, they would immediately condemn you. Marrying cousins was all fine and dandy, but immediate blood like siblings was another thing that was completely looked down upon both by the fae and human society. Rhysand would never be allowed to take over as High Lord and you would never be seen as a queen. Any children you had together. . . there'd be many cruel words slung at any children. In the courts, the lords regard you and your siblings as halflings due to your mother's Illyrian lineage.

Cassian was the only one worthy to know your secret, and apparently Isolde too to some extent, that you and Rhysand were actual mates. That rare connection which not many faes experience in their lifetime. Five years ago it finally snapped in place, confirming to your joy (and horror) that you and Rhysand were destined to be together in a intimate way. Rhysand was over the moon but understood the trouble that would come from this.

This was a secret difficult to keep hidden since you were official mates. Rhys would display the typical protectiveness of males when they're around their mate.

With stiff fingers, you lift up your hairbrush. You had to get ready too.

Through the whispers of your bond, you feel Rhysand's own trepidation.

Deep breaths, my love. Your mind attempts to soothe him, a hand to a cat's arching back. Rhysand's tendrils caress against that calming thought. You wish nothing more than to nuzzle against his conscious. Let Rhys sweep you up and take you back to the mountains. Back to the cabin that was filled with both wonderful memories and those splattered with blood. The only place where the both of you could be yourselves without discriminating stares.

You give yourself a once over when you finish putting on the last details of your outfit. A bundle of red poppies mixed with the dainty white dots of baby's breath are strewn in your hair. One who was savvy with the language of flowers would understand: poppies for 'I am not free' and baby's breath for 'everlasting love'. Your only flag of rebellion against the High Lord of the Night Court.

Outside in the hall, you already hear the faint sound of revelry vibrating from the main audience hall where drinks were freely flowing. A few sconces fixed to the corridor's walls cast a warm, orange glow that gave you a false sense of security. Instead of heading for the rest of the party, you turn the other way to where Rhys' rooms were. He probably wasn't ready yet. Your brother liked to be fashionably late to everything.

When you get to his door, you hear other voices from his side. The low, gravely chuckle of Cassian and Azriel's calming tenor. Being the typical snooping sister, you take a mini step forward, hold your breath and press your ear to his door.

"You have us. Tonight will be fine." Cass reassures his brother and you can practically image his broad grin that made his rugged features soften. "We won't let you do anything stupid."

That only causes your brother to groan. "You're the one who always encourages me to do stupid things!"

Az's laugh sounds incredibly close, in fact he probably already knew you were there on the other side eavesdropping thanks to his tattling shadows. "I'll be the one to make sure neither of you do anything stupid."

All three share another laugh. Your own smile curling on your lips made your cheeks hurt. How you loved your three idiots. Why couldn't the Cauldron have fated you to fall in love with Cassian or Azriel? It would make things easier for everyone.

I would not have it any other way. Rhys' voice rings in your head right before his bedroom door swings open.

You squeal and stumble backward but Rhys snags your waist and lifts you off of your feet to be unceremoniously thrown over his shoulder. "Put me down!!" The other two males playfully jeer at the little door mouse that was caught.

"Naughty girl!" He merely laughs and throws me onto his plush bed.

"You could have ruined my hair!" You glower at him once you finally manage to sit up. The three of them are giggling like school girls. You swat Rhysand's hand away when he tries to tuck a stray strand behind your ear.

"Ah don't worry. You still look drop dead gorgeous." Cassian grins. "Unfortunately for the males out there tonight. We fear Rhysand might claw out a few eyes."

"And it would serve them right for looking at his mate like that." You nod, supporting any and all eye gauging. That makes Cassian hoot a laugh.

Azriel chuckles as he goes to Cassian and throws an arm around the other's shoulder. "We'll wait for you two downstairs. Don't keep us waiting."

Their laughter was still audible, even with Rhys' bedroom door closed. Finally alone, Rhysand sinks beside you onto the bed. His fingers are soft as a brush against your cheek.

"You do look beautiful tonight." Rhysand murmurs in that sultry way that was an instantaneous knee shaker. "And I really fear I might attack any male that gazes at you with interest." The darkening tone of his voice tells you of what he wishes to do with you. His hand going to the back of your neck to press you closer to him was enough of a tipoff.

If you let him though. . . the other males at the party would be able to smell him all over you.

Choosing to be the responsible one, you pull away. "Rhys. You promised to be on your best behavior."

He just chuckles and pulls you toward him again. "I don't know what you're talking about. I am behaving, sweetling." His cheek brushes against your's as he goes in to graze your neck with his sharp teeth. The roaming hands on you said otherwise. Rhysand cupped your ass, nearly lifting you off the floor with his strength. "You, however, are not behaving. I can smell your needy pussy."

Your breath catches in your throat when he turns you around and bends you over his bed. You want to fight him off, really you do, but the moment he pushes the skirts of your dress up you knew you were a goner. You'd let him do whatever he wanted.

"Just a taste, sweet girl." Rhysand separates your thighs to reveal your glistening lower lips. He dips two fingers in you. Your fingers grip at the bed sheets while you smother your face to keep all moans inaudible. Hips betray you when you find yourself grinding against his fingers. The obscene squelching noise from Rhys pumping his fingers in and out of you has your whole body shivering.

Rhysand knew your body better than anyone else. Knew how to make you come undone with just a few strokes and rolling of your clit. Your pussy walls clench around his fingers, restricting their movements or trying to. Rhys was relentless, grinning at your pitiful cries, muffled by the blankets you smother your face with.

Pulling his fingers out as you finish riding out your orgasm, Rhysand licks away the milky cream that coated his fingers. You wonder how he plans on hiding his erection. It was obvious as it strained against the dark fabric of his trousers making a visible tent.

Nonchalantly, Rhysand helps you to stand after cleaning you up a little with a discarded shirt of his. "Alright. Now we're ready."

You gawk at him, your cheeks still flushed. "You're not ready! Look at your dick! Poor thing is straining in your pants."

He loudly laughs and reaches down into his pants to readjust his cock. Settling it against the band of his pants. "There. Better?"

"Not really since the others are going to-" Your brother cuts you off with a heated kiss.

"Stop fretting, sweetling. This evening is supposed to be fun right?" Rhys smiles, tucking a few strands of your hair back into place. He appraises your face by tilting it ever so gently to make sure nothing else was out of place. With a satisfied smile, Rhysand's hand falls to hold your's. "Lets go show everyone my beautiful girl."

Perhaps Rhysand did too well of a job in showing off his goddess-like sister because now all male eyes were glued to you. Hungry eyes that were starting to tick off your brother the longer he was by your side.

Eventually Azriel and Cassian pull him away, saying that they should get some drinks while you mingled.

You weren't alone for too long though. The High Lord of the Night Court takes Rhysand's place. He steers you toward his influential friends and fellow High Lords. Particularly the gold haired members of the Spring Court.

Cordially smiling, you play along. All the while you can feel Rhysand's eyes watching your every movement. His thoughts flowing freely to you. His jealous snarls when Tamlin dares to ask you for a dance has you giggling.

He was a good dancer, you'd give him that. Excellent on his feet. Easy on the eyes too (that musing had Rhys fuming).

As Tamlin twirls you around, you happen to catch your father and Tamlin's speaking to one another while casting glances over at the two of you.

You didn't like the way they conspiringly whisper to one another.

And neither did Rhysand as he and his brothers linger closely to eavesdrop. There was a slim chance that your father would betroth you to Tamlin, the youngest of the Spring Lord's sons. Ideally your father would want the eldest son, Pryr.

When the dance ends, you pull from Tamlin with a smile though he seems reluctant to release your waist. "Thank you for the wonderful dance, Tamlin."

"If you're up to it, I'd be more than happy to be your partner for the next." Tamlin proposes.

Not likely, Tam. You hear Rhysand hiss through your bond.

And on perfect cue, Isolde bounces between you and Tamlin. She beams up at you with those pretty amethyst eyes and gives you a quick wink. "Wow Tamlin! You were amazing! Can I be your partner for the next dance?"

You see he's prepared to say no but was struggling to phrase it as nicely as he could. "That's a wonderful idea, Isolde! A talent like Tamlin's should be shared." You turn expectantly to Tamlin. "You'll take care of her, right?"

"But-"

"Of course he will!" Isolde snatches Tamlin's hand and pulls him back to the dance floor.

You definitely had the best sister ever.

You flee to where your three Bat Boys were standing before Tamlin could realize what had just happened. Cassian is trying to hide his laugh.

"I don't think you could've gotten out of there faster than you did. Thought I saw your wings carrying you." Cass chuckles and hands you a glass filled with rose flavored alcohol. You lean along the wall with them, between Rhysand and Azriel, as you watch the rest of the partygoers. Tamlin's older brothers were stuck to their father as usual. The perfect sons. Observing as the High Lord of Spring murmurs to his oldest son. Pryr's eyes suddenly lock onto your's.

Quickly you avert your gaze and go to drinking from your glass.

Rhys doesn't miss it either.

Sweet days with your siblings were over and any thoughts of your engagement were set aside. War was battering the world at all angles that didn't leave you and your family exempt. A battering of wings against slings of arrows and offensive magic alike. You saw bodies fall from the sky. The dry dirt soaking up the still warm blood of comrades. You'll never get that smell out of your head for as long as you live. Nor the fear that seized you when you cared for a wounded Rhysand, Cassian or Azriel. Your fingers ached from the long hours you were forced to brandish your blade against oncoming enemies of Hybern.

You saw your mother and sister less and less. Your father raged that you should also be left behind with them. Being a female and all. There was no way that you were leaving Rhys' side. The High Lord of the Night Court really should have clipped your wings when he could. Constantly disobeying him thanks to the ability to fly, you followed the war camps much to his displeasure. He couldn't keep you away.

Rhysand himself tried a few times to talk you out of fighting alongside him. The hardening of your eyes was enough to shut Rhysand up and accept the fact that there was no getting rid of you. If it meant you could potentially die next to him, so be it. A death with Rhysand didn't sound so bad to you.

The four of you persevered though. Hybern was all but defeated. There were still a few lingering troops left in Prythian but nothing your army couldn't handle. It was the end of the road for them.

"Mother and Isolde will be in the southern Illyrian camp." You grip the small note in your hand, smiling. You hadn't seen them in months.

Rhysand pats his lap and you flutter over to him, perching yourself on his strong thighs. His elegant hand takes the note from you and examines it. "I don't think we'll be able to get there until tomorrow. There's still so much to be done here."

The tip of your cold nose finds warmth against Rhysand's neck. He puffs out a laugh from the contact and wraps his arm around you to offer you extra heat. "I'll have someone take over our own missive to let them know." Your fingers toy with the deep dip of Rhysand's collarbone. His eyes flicker as he uses his to reach out to someone through his daemati skill to have them pass it along to his mother and sister.

He's practically purring at your merest touch, his needy hands softly groping you.

You giggle and shake your hand. "Rhys. You said so yourself. We're quite busy." You were never one to deny your brother anything, but there were more important tasks to attend to than letting him rail you in his tent.

Dramatically, Rhysand throws his head back and sighs; hands reluctantly release you but not before he gave your ass a little smack. "As always you're right. Do you know how annoying that is?"

Chuckling you hold your hand out to him. "Come on. I want to finish up so we can see mom and Izzy bright and early."

The following morning you make your sleepy way to the river to refill your canteen.

Bobbing in the gentle waters were odd boxes.

Quizzically, you flick your hand to send your magic to fish them out. Once placed in front of your feet, you kneel to the ground and examine it. Doesn't look like anything out of the ordinary. But it's presence here in the mountains made you grab a knife to flip open one of the lids with the blade. Cautious.

Large, void amethyst eyes stare up at you.

The horrific sound of your screaming shattered the once quiet mountain. Earth shaking under you as you hold up Isolde's severed head, both hands clutching at her cold and stiff cheeks.

You just couldn't stop wailing.

Couldn't bring yourself to open the other box.

Even when tears cloud your vision, you can still make out the blurry features that had once been flush with life and love. Your screams were of utter pain, pure and guttural that were ripped so viciously from you.

You didn't notice the others crowding around you.

Didn't recognize your brother's hands or Azriel's scarred ones that hurriedly fly over your eyes. Someone removes Isolde's head from your grip.

You understand your body was moving. That someone was trying to quiet you with soft, tender words. Anything that would beckon you from your hysteria.

"We need to do something!" Cass' voice is so far away.

There's more screaming but you don't know if the voice voice still belonged to you. Didn't have the chance to find out before you black out.

Even when you come to, you're still in shock; unable to comprehend the savagery.

You'd been out for only a short amount of time but it was enough for you to have been moved to a bed. Did Rhys winnow you to the cabin?

The last person you were expecting to be in the room with you was the furious High Lord, your father, Rhain. When he registers that your eyes are open, awake, his stride is fast and soon he grabs the front of your shirt despite shouting coming from the healers.

"YOU."

Your lips dumbly part, words fail you as you attempt to weakly lift your arms to push him off of you.

But Lord Rhain gives you a good shake that rattles your brain in your skull. "You should have been with them." He kept shaking you. His words were hard to decipher as his speech became more growling than vocabulary.

"Let go of her!"

"She should be dead too!" You'd never seen such an expression on anyone's face. Not when you were killing others in the war. Rhain's features were twisted between the features of fae and monster.

Cassian and Azriel struggle to hold back the Night Court's High Lord. Especially in the state that he was in right now.

Rhysand trusts the two at his back to handle Rhain while he tends to you. "It's okay- Did he hurt you? Look at me, please."

Your eyes rapidly flutter, no dam was strong enough to stop the large tears that build over your eyelashes and drip down your cheeks. "I- What happened was real then. . ." You can't look at him. His eyes painfully remind you. . .

A sob is caught in your throat as your chest heaves. You turn your face to the side.

"The Spring Court did it." Rhysand hisses and grips your hands tightly in his. His warmth felt painful, like they would leave blisters to your ice cold hands. He repeats your name when your gaze wanders to Rhain still putting up a fight against the burly arms of your adoptive brothers. "Please look at me. My love, my heart, please look at me."

Lips quivering, you shake your head. "I can't. I can't. Your eyes-" You gulp down air as grief reaches high up into you and squeezes your heart. "Isolde- Isolde-"

"That's right! If you had been with them-" Your father's words were cut off by Rhysand's commandeering voice.

"Get him out of here!"

The bobbing heads of others gather at the door to assist the general and spy master.

Could. . . could you have prevented their deaths?

"Don't listen to him." Rhysand immediately reads that echoing voice. "None of this is your fault."

You'd just wanted so desperately to remain by Rhysand's side. Being away from him, well, you'd never accomplished being away from him except for when he went through the Blood Rite. You hadn't slept the entire time he and the others were fighting for their lives.

W-was this retribution for your abnormal relationship with your brother?

A ragged sob has you curling into yourself.

There was truth to Rhain's words.

"(y/n)." Rhys near pleading in tone. Through the telepathic bonds mates were graced with, you hear his actual begging.

Please look at me.

Don't believe our father.

(y/n).

Please.

I love you.

All Rhysand saw rolling in your mind was the image of Isolde's head in your trembling hands.

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[maisonaime]

Azriel Shadowsinger 🔷

Doing everything in my power to avoid the cliche of Icarus imagery even though I very much would write Az or Cass an Icarian storyline

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[divinemare]

Azriel: Where are you going? 

Kallistrade (OC): To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

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[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness XIV /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 1,5K

Notes: Unfortunately SOD is getting in its last chapters, this has been so fun and I love this fic so much, I’m so happy with how it turned out so far.

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When they appeared back in the House of Wind, he couldn’t contain his shaking body anymore, Y/N had whispered to him that she needed to shower and he went to do the same, the rage in his mind was gone and all that was left was the scary feeling of his empty chest as she was dying. He wanted to wait for her, he would wait his whole life for her to figure the bond on her own, he didn’t want to force her to accept it, but what if they didn’t have this time? What if they were doomed from the beginning and this is all they have left? After his shower, he went to the rooftop, it was dark, the house was silent as everyone went to sleep. He was tired too, but he couldn’t stop his mind, the frantic thoughts that prevented him from resting.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Her voice was soft, and he turned his head, being able to see her in the pure darkness, even the stars didn’t shine as bright as they always did, like they were also afraid of the future.

“How did you find me here?” She looked at him in the eyes, like she could see him perfectly, she closed the distance and sat by his side.

“The people from our court can see better in the dark, one of the perks of being born in the shadows.” She smiled and he nodded, that’s why he was always able to see better than the others.

“That explains a lot then.” He looked at the sky, the clouds covered the moon.

“Azriel, are you okay?” He turned his head to her direction, her brown eyes filled with concern, she was the one that almost died and yet she was worried about him?

“No!” He confessed, feeling his heart bleed again as the image of her body filled his mind. “You almost died, I was scared that I would never see you again.”

“But I’m fine now, Az.” She grabbed his hand, and squeezed it.

“But you weren’t, the things I felt when I saw you, I don’t want to feel that ever again, because feeling that would mean that I lost you.” His eyes burned with the tears, there were so many things that he wanted to say, he wanted to give her his heart, but would she accept it?

She sighed, feeling the tiredness weigh on her, she scooted closer to him, closing the distance between them and kissing him, the kiss was soft, warm, like coming home after being away for so long. He wasn’t expecting it, but he let his hand rest on her waist.

Her blood boiled in her veins and her skin felt tight as she kissed him, her whole body moved on its own as she sat on his lap. The clouds had moved a little, so the moonlight casted a silver glow upon his features as she broke the kiss and looked at him.

“I’m in love with you. And I’m afraid we don’t have much time left so I thought that maybe you should know that.” She whispered, her lips were red from the kiss and she was blushing.

“You’re in love with me?” He asked her in disbelief, his hand squeezed the skin of her waist and she squirmed in his lap, making his cock stir with life.

“Ever since that first time in Kincardine, if I could, I would’ve burned that female down to ashes.” He kissed her again, his hands moving her hips until she was grinding against him. He could smell her arousal and she could feel his, the bump in between her legs brushing where she needed, her core throbbed with desire.

“I know some redheaded brothers you can burn down.” He joked after they parted the kiss to breathe. “Wanna go back to my room?” He asked and she nodded eagerly. Not trusting her voice to speak properly.

Shadows covered them as he winnowed, appearing right in the middle of the room, he was holding her against him, kissing her neck as he dropped her on the bed. He hovered over her, his wings flaring behind his back as her hand palmed him, his breath was ragged as she kept moving her hand up and down.

He looked at her body, his eyes wide as he saw the tiny black nightgown she was wearing, the silk mixed with lace made all the coherent thoughts vanish from his mind, her soft and hot skin smelled like vanilla. He removed one strap, kissing her shoulder all the way to her hand until he removed it, repeating the process with the other strap. Her body shivered at the feeling of his cold lips against her skin, and she sunk in that feeling, the feeling of him against her.

He exposed her breasts, kissing and sucking on them, tracing the pink scar with his finger.

“You’re absolutely perfect.” He kissed her scar and she felt her cheeks go red. His hand slid in between them, finding the wet spot in the apex of her legs, entering her underwear, he rubbed the bundle of nerves, making her squirm beneath him, he drew circles in there, until she was a moaning mess. He moved his kisses down her belly but her hands stopped him.

“We played too much already, I need you High Lord, I need you inside of me.” All the calm and restraint he had, were gone now, he removed the rest of her clothes and she helped him get rid of his own. His cock throbbed painfully, all the blood in his body concentrated in that specific body part. Pre cum covered the tip, making it glisten in the faelights surrounding them.

She grabbed him, giving it a couple of strokes before she positioned him at her entry, wrapping her other arm around his neck and pulling him down, making him sink deep down in her. The two breathed and she felt a moan leave her lips at the fullness she felt with him, she never felt so good before, it was like they were made for each other.

Azriel started to move, slowly in and out as he tried to control his breath, his heart hammered against his chest, and he had to control every inch of his body so he wouldn’t come right away. She was a dream, one he didn’t want to wake up from. She moved her hips up, meeting his thrusts, encouraging him to go faster and harder, she needed more and he was going to give it to her.

Their bodies met, and skin slapped against skin, the smell of sex filled their senses as he keep pounding into her. She clenched around him and he moaned, feeling a wave of pleasure run down his body.

“Turn me around!” She breathed and he obeyed her. Getting off of her and turning her on her knees and palms, she arched her back, face resting against the pillows and he almost drooled at the sight of her displayed entirely for him, with a finger he rubbed her clit once more, making her moan loudly at that. Adjusting his cock to her entry, he filled her once more, pounding harder and slapping her ass, until his palm was marked on her skin.

She moaned loudly now, his name reverberating through the walls, she begged him to go faster, her whole body shaking as she felt her orgasm closer and closer. With one hand he grabbed her hair in a ponytail, forcing her head up, and with the other he reached for her clit, rubbing it until all she remembered was his name, which she screamed over and over again.

“Please Azriel, I’m going to cum.” She begged and he pounded harder, feeling her wall clench around him as the orgasm washed over her, her body collapsing on the bed with a long moan coming from her parted lips. Azriel held her waist up, thrusting a little bit more until he felt his cock twitching, the warm jets of cum filled her, dripping from her puffy and red walls as he slowly got out of her.

He laid by her side, pulling on her sweaty and weak body until she was resting on his chest.

“In case it’s not clear. I love you too.” He whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly and she blushed once more, kissing his chest. He traced her scar again, his scarred fingers met with the marred skin in between her breasts.

“A group of warriors tried to get rid of me on my first year as general. Evanore could’ve get rid of this but I wanted to remember. Remember what they did to me and what I have overcome.” Her voice was soft as she looked at the scar too.

“No one will doubt you once you become High Lady.” He whispered and she looked up.

“What?”

“Oh nothing. We should sleep, the meeting is in two days and they will tease the fuck out of us tomorrow.” He said, rubbing her back.

“They will?” She innocently asked.

“You weren’t exactly quiet love, but let’s see if you can be quiet next time.” He winked and she giggled feeling the sleep consume her body.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @devilsfoodcake22 @fieldofdaisiies @valeridarkness @brekkershadowsinger @margssstuff

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #sarahjmaas #shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #night court #moonlightazriel #velaris #son of the darkness #azriel spymaster #azriel smut #azriel acotar #acomf #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction

[aftg-rot]

Andrew's mind begins to race before he can stop it, so he just lets it run. Does he miss the pain? Some of it? The pain he could control. There is nothing more addictive than knowing you have that kind of power. The more pain Andrew inflicted upon himself, the more he wanted to stop the people he cared about from feeling pain, and the further and further he was willing to go to make sure they were safe. And if it meant hurting other people to get there, so be it. - from it's a punch and a kiss, i'm trying to remember.

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #mine #nora sakavic #andreil #aesthetic #andrew minyard aesthetic #booktok #aftg art #all for the game fanart #andrew minyard fanart #dark andrew minyard #aftg fanfiction #andrew minyard fanfiction #tw #the raven king #the kings men #it's a punch and a kiss i'm trying to remember #art #tumblr art #landing

[atomsminecraft]

My love.

“Vanum. Whatever life we go into next, I just hope I can see you in one of them. Whoever we become, whoever we start to love; remember that I will always care about you, even if we can’t remember each other.” That was the last thing that was said to me. The last words Vane said. I never saw her again after that. I remember all the memories that were given to me from the past, all the happy and sad moments and everything in between them

I look out at the rising sun, another day has started as my new life continues to prosper. I am now headmaster if the academy, the acadamy I built so many years ago. Lou. That’s my new name.

I remember how I got these memories like it was yesterday. Maybe because it was. Nonetheless, I remember it clearly even with the chaos that happened after. I was patrolling, looking around this newfound academy I now look after, and saw a familiar sight. Flowers. Beautiful white flowers. They reminded me of someone. Someone special. The memories then flooded back into me like a wave suddenly washing over someone. I was Vanum. And now I need to find my Vane.

Many years may pass, but during that time, I wish to get rid of Iritium if I can. I want my love to be safe, even if she cannot remember me. I keep these thoughts to myself however, for Iritium is always watching. I know they will always be here, waiting for me to strike.

I will wait for you my love

And I did

Many years passed by and I’ve gotten closer to finding a way to rid iritium of its power without them suspecting a thing yet. I acted as their proxy, regrettably turning in every subject of Vanum that I catch. I leave them with only one thing, which is my apologies and promises to one day free our people.

Lunas, also known as Sanscha, was one of the people I had to regrettably turn in. And then there was a light from the moon. A very familiar light. The last time I saw this, Vane disappeared from the newly formed Saligia. Her last words echoed through my mind, “Whatever life we go into next, I just hope I can see you in one of them.”

I finished my business quickly before returning to the academy where the light had turned itself to. A women, quite frightened in fact, was now running from some particular students of mine—the S-ranks. I stopped their pursue of her, shielding her from their gazes. Vane, this women was Vane, even if she herself couldn’t remember it. My only advice to her was to keep her power hidden, for it will cause chaos throughout the world as we know it, and no one will stop to try and get their hands on her. I shall shelter her from the outside world by letting her attend the academy. I will keep her safe. Even if it means destroying what she worked so hard to preserve.

My love will always be there, waiting for her. Even if she falls for another, her happiness is all that matters to me. MC, my darling, please stay safe and away from the hands of Iritium. I will destroy them before even the kings can discover them. Mark my words.

Please, forgive me for what I’m about to do.

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Lol this was not proof read and I just typed whatever my fingers wanted me to type

Like I’m not even joking, 90% of this was just me spacing out and the other 10% was be fixing things I didn’t like

#court of darkness #court of darkness voltage #headmaster lou #court of darkness lou #court of darkness fanfiction #court of darkness fanfic

[marsipanic]

OK so I lied

I posted edited chapter of Hawke fic just to go back and edit it some more so from now on I’m just going to post it on Ao3 because I keep changing and adding to it. I’ll just dawdle and give snippets on here because I know I am just writing it for me at this point lmao Me with my niche ass premises. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46278838

#Hawke Durand #Professor Hawke #Court of Darkness Hawke #Court of darkness fanfiction #Court of darkness

[bitchkay]

Little Sister☆

~Roy Invidia, Sherry Invidia

CW: Roy as a little boy!!! Baby Sherry🥰, mentions of birth, mentions of the pressures of being a prince, BIG BROTHER ROY, a princess is born!!

Word count: 720

Rating: General consumption

Note: a burb of when Sherry was born, pure fluff

— voltage fandom ccc masterlist

The young prince Roy Invidia sat on a chair nervously swinging his short legs back and forth. Today was the day he gained a younger sibling and he's nervous.

Would he be a good big brother?

Is it a girl or a boy?

What if it was a boy, would they fight for the throne when they're older?

How much longer is this going to take? He's been waiting almost all morning.

The young boy sat quietly alongside his valet, his hands clasped together, greeting castle staff as they passed by them. Iterations of 'Good morning prince Roy' or words of congratulations after having heard of the Queen going into labor that morning.

Roy was tired. He hadn't had breakfast yet. A young Grayson had offered to bring him something to eat to which he declined. He wanted Grayson to be there too, how could he miss the birth of his new charge, not to mention he was also nervous to see a baby for the first time. Instead they waited together, quietly on chairs lined outside the room a new heir would soon emerge.

The clock seemed to tick more slowly as he thought of the possibilities of himself as a big brother. Somehow he could hardly imagine it, the young prince had hardly seen any children younger than himself, at least not in person. What are babies even like? Will his new sibling like him? What does being a brother even entail, is he expected to do certain things?

"My boy?" The voice of King Klaus Invidia emerged from the door as it opened.

"Yes father!" The boy jumped up from his chair startled.

"You can come in now," the king said gently, holding his hand out for his son to hold.

Roy took a deep breath before stealing a glance at Grayson who stood behind him before following after his father.

Entering the room he saw his mother, Queen Charlotte Invidia sat up in the bed and in her arms something swaddled in a yellow blanket. Roy let go of his fathers hand approaching the side of the bed, Grayson, who stood behind him, looked to the king as a sign of asking permission before approaching himself.

"Is that..?" Roy asked, peeking over the edge of the bed.

"Yes.. come here," the queen scout over patting the space beside her to which Roy climbed up on the bed, leaning on his mother's side.

"Roy.. I'd like you to meet princess Sherry."

The queen carefully pulled back the blanket revealing the sleeping newborn, pink cheeked and raw, a curly tuft of pink hair on top of her head.

"Princess..? I have a little sister?!" Roy spoke up looking down at her.

"That's right."

"..princess…" Grayson spoke softly off to the side, seemingly getting used to the word.

Roy sat still at his mother's side, watching the baby girl- no, watching Sherry sleep, in her arms. Roy didn't even know her yet but he's sure he loves her already.

"Do you want to hold her?" His mother said, catching his intense gaze at the baby.

"Me..? Can I really?" Immediately Roy felt nervous, he didn't wanna hurt her.

"Of course, here," Roy held out his hands and his mother slowly shifted to pass the baby to her son. "..like this.. yes there you go, careful."

"Is this okay?" Roy said nervously.

"You're doing great sweetie," she said, pulling her hand through her son's hair.

Roy looked down at the newborn studying her features. Her skin looked soft and swollen, her cheeks chubby and round, covered in a considerable amount of baby fat.

"..she's so small…" Roy whispered out.

She was small, she looked far larger in the young prince's arms then she did in his mother's arms but she was a very small baby.

"Babies are indeed small, my prince," Grayson said, still standing at the edge of the bed, igniting a light chuckle from the royal family.

Klaus and Charlotte shared a look as little Roy held their newest child, a fond look coloring their features.

Sherry's face twitched for a second before she opened her eyes. Big, bright golden yellow eyes looking at the young boy holding her. Roy's eyebrows raised slightly as he watched her eyes clearly looking up at him.

"Um… hello Sherry… I'm your big brother."

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Roy and Sherry being siblings is actually the best thing to ever exist actually yea mhm

I'm not entirely sure about the timeline cus Graysons obviously here and yes hes said he became their valet when he was young but also like both of them were there, like they were both children, and this kinda contradicts that cause yk Sherry's just being born, but alot of things dont make sense in this game, in this I imagined Roy being like 5 or 6 years old, and Grayson like 9

#roy invidia #sherry invidia #court of darkness #fanfiction #otome fanfic #cod fanfic #court of darkness fanfiction #voltage inc #ROY AND SHERRY AS BEST SIBLINGS‼‼ #they're so cute🥺 #kay's writing

[ithseem]

Lance Angst! :D

#court of darkness #lance ira #court of darkness fanfiction #brittle bones nicky