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tadpolesonalgae · 10 months

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Helion x Reader: New Mechanisms[*]

A/N: HAHAHAHA I LOVE HIM

Warnings: Helion being a fun and kinky husband.

You could smell the wine before you even opened the door leading his chambers—top floor of the palace.

He’s already sprawled across a chaise, adored in a cotton robe threaded with gold, the usual arm band fashioned to a snake sitting comfortably around his bicep. His eyes slide to your figure, sharpening with a predatory gleam as he raises the bottle to his mouth, drinking deeply.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you drawl, shutting the double doors behind you, moving across the open space of the living room.

It’s cavernous, almost. The wards are down today, allowing a breeze to sweep through, a pleasant refresher to the stuffiness of your work place. The light wind swishes the hem of your light dress which ends just above your ankles, feet adorned in low heels, cream leather with golden thread accenting the laces that wrap up your calves. Perhaps fashioned to match your husband. He does so enjoy it when you look the part of a happy couple.

You shuck off the uniform blazer of your work place: a thin, tuscan red, cashmere jacket that’s lined with viscose on its interior. Light, and breathable enough for you not to swelter in the heat of the Day Court.

“I have a day off tomorrow, wife.” That gleam in his eye promises nothing but divine pleasure, and it’s taken you years to master the art of not crumbling when he gives you that look. Instead, you set your bag down on one of the sandstone counters, already reaching to free your hair from its relatively neat restraint.

“I’m sure you’ll be happy to spend it resting then, husband.” You emphasis, setting down on one of the hand carved wooden stools surrounding the counter as you begin untying your heels, exposing the length of your leg.

“I will do no such thing,” he drawls, popping a grape into his mouth, tipping his head back to catch it, exposing the strong column of his throat. The dark skin you want to taste. The skin beneath those robes, too.

His eyes gleam, catching your glance, smirking at you.

You merely roll your eyes, allowing one shoe to drop to the floor while you start on the other. “Wine and cooled grapes? My, my, Helion. So decadent.”

“You should see what I’m planning to have tonight. She puts decadent to shame.”

You raise a brow, peering at him from your seat, “such a shameless flirt. Honestly, one would think you’d be satiated by now.”

A deep, rich laugh rumbles from his chest, and warmth ignites in your chest from the sound alone. “Me? Tire of you?” You roll your eyes again, but that’s indeed a smile that’s lifting the edges of your mouth. He never fails to make you feel divine. Delectable. As if you’re the most mouth-watering creature he’s ever come across.

You reach for the bag once you’ve removed your final heel. “I may have gotten a little present for my hard-working High Lord,” you croon, a teasing smile playing on your lips. His hand stills on the way to his mouth, the grape moments away from being devoured.

His attention narrows onto your figure as you collect the bag, bare feet slapping against the cool, stone panels as you make your way over to him. You push his long legs off the chaise, as if you’re making to sit beside him. Except you slide into his lap, seating yourself atop one of his muscled thighs, pushing the bag to him.

“Are you going to make me guess this time? Or am I free to open it and see the wonders inside?” He teases, but you can tell he’s interested in its contents. You lean forward, a hand wrapping around his wrist as you steal the grape from his fingers, lips grazing their pads before you pull away, grinning.

“You’re free to open it,” you say, delighting in the refreshingly cool juice of the fruit.

From inside, he pulls out an object wrapped in aquamarine tissue paper. He recognises the signature card that accompanies it instantly.

His eyes snap to you, voice low and rough as he drawls, “where’s this from?” You offer another grin at the husky baritone, settling your hand on the window of dark skin his robe reveals at the top of his broad chest. “Just something I’ve recently finalised from work,” you grin wickedly.

A growl resounds in his chest, “you didn’t mention you were nearing the end of your…project.”

“Would you like me to take it back? Technically this is a prototype, so I shouldn’t even be showing it to you, High Lord.” You reach for the tissue but he pulls it out of your reach, chuckling. His free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, “here you are, stealing things from work,” he drawls, hand lowering to your hip, “yet every believes you to be the sweet, innocent one.”

You raise a single brow in challenge, “are you saying you’re the sweet, innocent one?” He looks like he’s about to reply, but you shift in his lap, “open it.”

“Impatient.” He mutters, but follows your order, removing the tissue paper to reveal the object. His brow scrunches as he studies the toy. You laugh at his expression, “you’re looking as if you expected to know what it was.”

His eyes slide to you, “it’s entirely new?” You offer him a sultry smile, “I might have made a few modifications for it to…fit.”

He swallows. “How does it work?”

The grin on your mouth turns feline, “want me to show you?”

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He’d nodded, and when you had moved to walk to the bedroom, he’d simply snuck his large palms beneath your ass, and scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. You startled, but quickly settled into him, thighs squeezing him as you felt the very obvious sign of his arousal.

You’d wound against him teasingly, to which he’d let out a rough laugh before seating himself at the edge of the bed, keeping you spread out over his lap.

Your dress has hiked up to your thighs from having him between them, but you make no move to pull it down.

“Want to at least explain what you’re about to put me through, honey?” He drawls, enjoying how your hands deftly begin unfastening the clasps at his broad shoulders, ridding him of the offending cotton. Your eyes flick to his with a sultry glint, “hell.”

His mouth twists into a divine grin of blissful resignation. “I would expect no less from my wife.” You practically purr at that. Even after all these years, it does something to you. When he calls you his wife. A shiver runs down your spine as you allow Helion to remove the rest of his robes as your hands drop to your dress. You lift onto your knees to help him, until you’re both naked.

“You mentioned some modifications?” He drawls, gripping your hips, rolling you gently over his thighs, so you’re pressed tight to his abdomen.

You reach for the invention of yours: it’s a thick, hollow circle, wrapped in what looks like rubber but’s much softer, has more give. It’s cream coloured, with golden dusted edges where the seams would be. At one end is a swell of that rubbery material that’s softly serrated. Tiny, neat ridges ingrained as they are on the interior of the ring.

“I had to make it a little…larger. To accommodate you, comfortably,” you reply, and you feel pleasure warm you cheeks at the mention of his generous…size. A purely male grin lifts his lips at that, and you can feel the pride radiating from the cocky male.

“You and that cock of yours,” you drawl, incredulously.

He shoots you a grin that, were you standing, would’ve had you on your knees in an instant. “I thought you liked this cock of mine,” he smirks, shifting his hips so you can feel the size of him against your tummy.

You look him in the eyes as you settle your hands on his shoulders, raising to your knees, “more than you know, husband.” His hands brace your hips, “no prep?” He’s frowning at you—disapprovingly. You flush, and look away shyly for a moment, an embarrassed smile on your lips. “The testers today… I might have volunteered to try another prototype, one that isn’t fully ready yet…”

He groans, cupping your cheeks, staring up at you from your raised position, “is that what the tug was? That wave of happiness I felt earlier today, hm?” Your hands overlap his, nodding, and he moans at the mental image. “Tell me what happened.”

He grips himself, free hand resting on your hip, guiding you downward, slowly. “I…It’s the twin to the one I brought home a few months ago…” you manage. A contented sigh leaves your lips as you take the first two inches of him, and you struggle for words. He just grins, smugly. Helion raises you to his tip, only to encourage you further down, and the pads of your fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulders. “keep going,” he drawls, and you can’t tell if he’s talking about your daytime adventures or sinking down onto his cock.

“It’s…got similar mechanisms as this one…” you breathe, lifting your hips, then taking more of him. “Making it…more advanced…” you manage, panting as you take as much of him as you can.

His hands snake up your front, thumbing your nipples, attaching his mouth to your own as moans are exchanged between you. You keep still for a while, catching your breath while Helion lays his lips over your neck, nipping and biting as you pant, feeling full. “You’re taking me so well, honey.” He kisses your throat, “I know it’s a big stretch for you.”

Smug bastard.

You can practically feel his cocky grin as you try to keep from losing your head just having him pressing so tight against you. It’s so good.

You pull at his onyx hair, pulling his devilish mouth from your skin, “we’ll see who’s struggling after this, shall we?” The spark in his eyes shows he accepts your challenge. “Maybe hold your horses until you won’t pass out from the slightest movement,” he drawls, making you scowl.

He sees you opening your mouth, but grips your hips, rolling you down. You gasp, slumping forward, head resting on his shoulder as he chuckles, stroking your hair. “I know, I know,” he soothes, “it’s a lot to take, isn’t it?” You can barely manage to scowl at his conceited words disguised as comfort.

He’s right, though.

With more strength than should be necessary, you manage to lift yourself from his lap, settling back onto his thighs. You reach for the toy, sliding it over the head of his cock. Helion shivers as you gently slide it down, like how you had done with yourself—making sure the rubbery contraption is slicked well, moving it with ease.

It settles at his base, where you struggle to reach—with your cunt or your mouth.

Shakily, you raise up again, perching at his tip. You might honestly pass out from pleasure this time. You can feel the aroused heat bubbling beneath your skin, and can practically taste his own in the air.

Helion help as you sink down onto him, grasping you by the hips until that swell at the front of the toy is pressing over your clit. You shiver in anticipation and he twitches in response. It seems both of you are desperate for that first release—which will inevitably lead to a number more following.

Your thighs are trembling, but you manage to reach around, finding the finger-tip sized invert in the mechanism. “I’m honestly not sure if I’ll be able to move once this turns on,” you warn gently. He gives you a devious smile. “What do you think all these muscles are for?” You tighten around him as his grip intensifies over your hips. The thought of him slamming you down is enough to have your own strength giving out.

His eyes gleam as if he’s read the thought in your mind.

“Why don’t you start it up, huh?” He drawls softly, pressing a kiss to your nose. You swallow, but tap the divot twice, and the vibrations start.

You gasp, sucking in a breath as the sensations swell over your clit, sending tiny ricochets bound up your body. Helion groans in response, and you know he’s feeling it too—the rapid, quick-fire pulses squeezing his cock in fast succession. Your back curves, pressing down, driving him deeper until he’s touching that spot inside of you that makes you weep when he abuses it.

“Fuck, honey…” Helion moans, gripping you tight. “What a wicked mind you have.” You only manage a soft whine in response, that turns into a whimper when he lifts you up—just as he promised, and—

Oh gods—

—slams you down.

Your eyes roll, nails biting into him as pleasure doubles…triples within you, rapidly dividing over and over until you’re made of euphoria. You can’t manage words, they’re beyond you. Just met with endless waves of pleasure as he continues raising your hips then roughly sliding you back down. Making sure his cock kisses that spot inside you every damn time.

It’s so much, so much that you can feel the high building already, gathering with enough force to promise to send you reeling, melting into him. And you’re entirely right.

The high knocks you off your feet, and you slump into your husband, collapsing as your mouth opens over his shoulder. You bite down lightly, a gentle scrape of your teeth over his dark skin as you moan from the intensity.

You think you scream as he keeps up the pace, making you gush, release spurting from you when it can, splashing down him as he growls with male pleasure.

One large palm scoops beneath you, his middle and forefinger fitting either side of his cock as he helps you bounce up and down, soaking them in the process. You can feel him spilling into you in response to your fluttering cunt, and you moan, crying out at the pleasure.

Helion grips your jaw lightly, pulling you back gently and your brows curve with the effort. Heat engulfs your body as he raises those soaked fingers to his mouth, lapping at your flavour while he watches you hungrily.

The moment his mouth is free, you’re opening your lips over him, kissing him deeply as you take in the taste. Moans and groans fill the room, arousal twining in the air.

The High Lord doesn’t give you a moment’s rest, laying back on the bed, a pillow beneath his head so he can watch.

Watch as he grips your hips firmly, and begins all over again.

The air is kicked from your lungs, a strained whimper dragging from your throat as he bucks upward. The swell of rubber presses flush against your clit, still sending those rapid, sporadic pulses and you mewl.

“Mother—fuck, Helion!” You gasp as he rolls his hips against yours, already pounding into you, making you bounce. He hardly needs a second of recovery time. You grit your teeth as he slams into you, panting, jerking slightly every time those vibrations wash upon the apex of your thighs.

“Come on,” he groans, thumbs rubbing over your hips, “you can do another. I know you can.”

All your muscles tighten with the overstimulation. Your thighs flexing, stomach clenching with pleasure as tears brim at the edges of your lashes. “Helion…” you whimper.

It was the wrong thing to do. It’s only ever spurred him on.

He grips you firmly, bands of light contracting around your waist as he pulls your down on his cock. That damned swell on the toy overlapping your clit, sending those tight, intense pulses.

You scream, your palms smacking against his hard stomach, pressing against the muscle as your mouth drops open. “What did you say earlier?” He drawls, keeping you flush to the mechanism. “Seeing who would be struggling more?” He laughs, and it’s deep and rich, a shiver running down your spine.

Another high is already building from the insane stimulation and you roll your hips against Helion’s. He jerks and groans deeply but forces his hands away, allowing you to pleasure him.

You settle your hands on his stomach and raise your hips before slamming down.

Helion snarls with pleasure, growling at the back of his throat as he feels how tightly you’re hugging him, how eagerly you’re riding him.

“Helion…” you moan. It’s sweet enough he brings his hands to your hips, and helps you along. Grinding against you. Bucking up. Slamming you down.

Your nails bite into him but neither of you care. Honestly, you think Helion likes that edge. Knowing how good he’s making you feel.

It’s not much longer before you’re both spiralling again, and you’re fully aware of how loud you scream.

“Gracious, honey,” Helion remarks roughly, that deep drawl that drags from his throat sending mindless pleasure spinning beneath your skin. He follows behind you, your own release setting his off as euphoria spills down the bond, flooding his mind as he continues slamming you down until you’re putty in his hands.

Your shoulders slump, and this time you reach round and double tap the divot in the toy, bringing to a standstill. You gasp, gulping down air as you pant. Helion’s hands wrap over your shoulders, pulling you down against him, the bands of light removing themselves. You go very willingly, melting into the strong warmth of him.

“I think you’re little invention worked a bit too well, honey,” he drawls, rubbing your back soothingly, feeling how drained you already are.

“It’s not little at all,” you grumble, half slurring your words through fatigue.

He laughs in response, but moves to sit upright.

“Dear gods, don’t—” A whine spills from your lips as his cock shifts inside of you and your back arches from sensitivity, nipples scraping over his chest. “You can either get off, or we can go another round,” Helion taunts, bucking his hips slightly.

You release a garbled sound that makes him smirk—smug. So smug.

You scramble off him, thighs trembling as you collapse onto the bed. Helion discards the too good toy, removing it to the bathroom where it would be washed—later.

He’s already tucking you in beside him despite the sun still just about the horizon. “What skilled hands you have, wife,” he mocks, softly, pressing kisses to your forehead as he plasters you against his chest. “I think my mouth’s a little better, husband,” you shoot back, making him nip at the tip of your ear. “Don’t tempt me.”

You huff a laugh, tipping your head to look at him, “you and your libido.”

“Insatiable. I know,” he gives you a grin that tells you he’s not at all ashamed of it. You kiss him, letting him know you agree.

“One day,” you murmur, wearily. “One day, I’m going to ware you out.”

He just laughs merrily, holding you tight, “keep dreaming, wife.”

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honeybeefae · 10 months

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I hope I'm doing it right… Double penetration, NSFW, Azriel and Helion 🫣

Love your work!!!💕💕💕💕

(We've got our first x! Let's go!)

Light and Shadow (Helion x Reader x Azriel)

BINGO: Double Penetration

You had known Helion for many years. You knew what he was like, the suave charisma that made up his aura, and you also knew just how relentless he could be. You also knew Azriel, with being a part of the Inner Circle, and you how stubborn, stoic, and jealous he could be.

So when you and Az had made a detour to the Day Court to rummage through the library, you weren’t surprised when Helion had asked you both to stay the night for some extra fun. He had given you both a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, his smirk making your stomach flutter despite yourself, but you had politely declined.

Azriel had never taken on his advances and you knew that wasn’t going to change.

And yet here you are, four hours later, speared on Helion’s cock while Azriel lubed himself up behind you.

A low whine came out of your throat as you rode Helion, your hands using his shoulders as leverage as he enjoyed the view. You knew he would be good, great even, but when he immediately hit all those hidden spots inside you you were putty in his hands.

“That’s it, baby,” He praised, abdomen muscles flexing as he watched your greedy cunt swallow him. “Show him just how much you love it.”

Your entire body was sweaty as you bit down on your bottom lip, nodding absentmindedly as you threw your head back in bliss. Helion’s hands came up to grope your breasts, twisting your nipples until they were hard underneath his fingertips.

“Fuck, you’re so deep,” You panted, thighs already shaking from the effort as you heard feet shuffle behind you. “I don’t, I don’t know if I can take you both.”

“Oh you can and you will, mouse.” Azriel grunted, placing a hand on your back to get you to still. “This is what you wanted right? To be fucked in both holes?”

Was that what you wanted? You had been on edge since his offer, images flickering through your head that Azriel was quick to pick up on. However now that you were faced with it you were worried they were going to break you in half.

“You can do it, kitten.” Helion assured you, brushing his thumb over the crease in your forehead. His sweet words were like the ice to Azriel’s fire as he dropped his hand to start rubbing your clit in slow circles, watching as the Illyrian took his position.

You tensed up when you felt the head of his cock press against your pink hole, only relaxing when the High Lord of Day tilted your head to his and started to increase his pace. His fingers were working magic on your body, your pussy clenching around his cock as he fought to remain still.

“Take a deep breath for me.” Azriel murmured as he slowly began pushing forward, his jaw clenching at just how tight your asshole was. You did as you were told, the sting of pain from the stretching making your toes curl.

Inch by inch he filled you with his cock and as the pain slowly started to ebb away, you realized how full you were. You could feel both of them throbbing inside you and when Azriel finally bottomed out all three of you let out moans.

“Gods, Y/N, you’re clamping down on me so hard I’m afraid you’re going to break it.” Helion hissed through his teeth, his eyes shut in pleasure. “Please tell me we can move, my resolve is thin.”

Azriel made a sound of agreement, his scarred hands on your back and hip as you nodded. They both pulled out at the same time until just the tips were left, before slamming forward in unison.

You felt your body surge forward from the force as you saw literal stars from the sensation of two cocks inside you. A loud cry fell from your lips, your nails digging into Helion’s skin as they started a brutal pace. His fingers were still on your clit, pinching it and circling it expertly which only enhanced your pleasure.

“Such a dirty girl, hm?” Azriel whispered into your ear, one of his hands grabbing a fistful of your hair to drag your body towards him. You whimpered as the pain and pleasure made you drunk, Helion watching with a lust-filled gaze. “One cock just isn’t enough for you. You’re so greedy.”

“Don’t tease the poor girl, she’s doing so well.” Helion smirked, his hips now snapping up as you basically went limp in between them.

They both sounded far away as every nerve in your body zeroed in on your cunt and ass. You could’ve sworn you could feel them rubbing against each other through the thin layer of skin, the friction setting you alight. You could hardly make any other sound than moans, your eyelashes fluttering as you barely made out the shared look between the two men.

Helion was brushing against your gspot each time he bottomed out, enjoying how your walls spasmed around him from the feeling. He had many lovers but this was the most fun he had in years, his eyes flickering to the fucked out face you were making before gazing at Azriel.

The Shadowsinger was all business, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as he drove in and out of your asshole. He was lost in the rhythm of his own pleasure, his nostrils flaring as your whines started to get louder.

You were close already, so close, and while a small part of you didn’t want this to end you also knew if you didn’t cum soon, you would combust. They also seemed to pick up on it as they both started to go impossibly deeper, now alternating between in and out so that you were feeling everything all at once.

“I can’t, I can’t!” You cried, all of the sensations becoming too much. “I’m gonna-”

“Let go, mouse, cum all over our cocks.” Azriel purred into your ear, his hand now wrapped around your throat.

“We’ll catch you, kitten. Show me that beautiful face.” Helion moaned, watching as Azriel tilted your head down so that he could watch you come undone.

It wasn’t long after that that you felt both of your holes clench down, distantly hearing them swear as you had the best orgasm of your life. It made your entire body fuzzy, including your mind, as complete and utter pleasure poured over you like hot lava.

Helion and Azriel were close behind as their hips stuttered, both of them stilling inside you as they coated your insides with their seed. You barely lifted your head when Azriel pulled out slowly followed by Helion, both of them enjoying the way their cum dripped out of you and onto the bed.

Azriel scooped you up into his arms and made his way to the bathroom, watching as the High Lord grabbed his strewn clothes and made his way to the door. You were almost fast asleep on his chest as he said, “This was a one time thing, do you understand?”

“Of course,” Helion replied, a sleepy smirk turning his lips up. “Until next time at least.”

Before he could reply Helion left the room, leaving him to take care of you as he got a warm rag to wipe you down. Azriel was absolutely sure there wouldn’t be a next time.

Well, almost sure.

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azriels-angels · 2 years

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Since you did eris, could you do the height and ‘wingspan’ for Lucien? (Maybe helion too if you’re up for it?) I’m obsessed with the batboys post and can’t stop thinking about Azriels knot lol

𓆩♡𓆪M a s t e r l i s t 𓆩♡𓆪

hello, angel! azriel's knot is literally the best thing to ever exist. i already did lulu's so this one is going to be on helion's height n cock size. enjoy!

Based on the context of the ACOTAR series, being around 6ft tall is seen as average in Fae culture. Nesta mentions in ACOSF how tall Gwyn is while also stating that Cassian towers over everyone, and she can't see over his shoulders. This goes to show how tall the Fae are compared to humans, which makes sense since the Fae do already have inhumanly beauty, heightened senses and speed, as well as varying powers. Because of this, I think that the average height for Fae females is 5'7 to 5'10 while the males are around 6'3 though no taller than 6'4.

Helion is 6'4ft tall which is pretty tall, even for the Fae. Helion does give off God-like energy, so it makes sense that he's taller than most Fae.

Helion's cock is 9 1/2 inches long. It's the reason why he's so openly sexual and lewd—the male knows he can get it. The thickness of his cock is also as even as the length.

Helion takes much pride in his cock, understandably so, which is why he goes above and beyond in taking care of it. Part of his nightly routine is to moisturize his body and cock with expensive oils and lotions. This makes his cock very smooth, shiny, and soft. That melanin is poppin.

Helion also does not take any tonics. He's too prideful for that shit. So, when he sleeps with a female, Helion has to make sure that she's taking a contraceptive of some sort; especially since he isn't one to pull out. Because of this, Helion doesn't sleep with random males and females, only ones he knows.

Overall: Thickness is even with the length, 9 1/2 inches long, very smooth, shiny, & moisturized, always takes it raw, doesn't take contraceptives.

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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For some reason my first thought was Helion being into somno

But like- it’s true though. Helion’s a little shit. Of course he’s going to slip between your legs while you’re asleep. He’ll litter your exposed skin with gentle love bites for you to find the next morning. Then he’ll be careful not to wake you as he licks your cunt, soft swipes of his tongue through your folds. Just wanting to taste you. You whimper so pathetically in your sleeping state, squirming as his warm tongue explores your intimate places. Helion loves every second of it.

#nonnies ❥#helion #somno #helion x reader #helion smut #helion x reader smut

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utterlyotterlyx · 25 days

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Cassian and writing prompt #21, “Stay”

I’m desperate for more Cassian x Reader fics!! Thank you :)

Arsonist's Lullaby

Cassian x Fem!Reader

Summary - Cassian thinks he knows best when he pushes you away, to protect you, but nothing prepared him for a threat on your life and no one can stop him from reaching you.

Warnings - angst, smut smut smut, fluffffffff, swearing, mentions of death

Word Count - 4.9k

Sunlight speckled over your skin, its warm embrace curling around like Cassian once did, glittering its unwavering love across your paled surface, willing it back to life.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for you and Cassian to fight, but something about that fight felt different. More final in a way.

Cassian was always worrying over you, his mate, and what harm his title could potentially inflict upon you. He had been pushing you away, had been spending more time away from you; you knew why, you knew he was scared of being the reason anything happened to you but that didn't mean that he had to shut you out.

Your mate had done everything to prepare you for any potential attack, any risk to your life, you were a skilled fighter thanks to Cassian, even Azriel broke into a sweat sparring against you and Cassian smirked with pride at the image.

Weakness was not a part of your vocabulary, he knew that, but he still treated you as a fragile swirl of winter warmth and you weren't appreciating it.

Confronting Cassian had ensued an argument that would shatter any unmated couple, you had both hurled abusive words to one another, you had called him spineless and unwilling to fathom your ability to be able to care for yourself like you had during the war against Hybern when you had used your rare gift of Solakenisis to hurtle spheres of radiating flame across the battlefield. In return, Cassian had called you weak and pathetic, he had called you reckless and immature, and landed his final blow of calling you jealous of the other women in your circle for having the freedom and strength that you would never be able to wield.

Such an argument left you both panting, with raw throats and wet cheeks, with snarls of hatred sculpted to your usually attached lips.

Cassian had left you then, had left you alone in your shared home with a bag in his hand without a word of when he would return to you. It felt final. It felt damning.

So you decided to leave yourself, but instead of leaving to escape the too-large-for-yourself home to the sanctuary of the residence of your family, you chose to leave the city altogether and chose to not tell a soul, not even Rhys as he tapped on the walls of your iron clad mind once he had felt your essence float through his wards.

Sunlight continued to kiss your skin as you lay in the familiar comfort of your Day Court bed, in the room Helion had promised to always keep for you. Helion was your older brother, well half-brother, but he wouldn't let anyone mutter a word about your bastard heritage, your shared father had been quite the rake in his prime, and such actions birthed you, his bastard daughter with the power to harness the destructive powers of the sun.

It was baffling for you to comprehend why exactly Cassian was so worried for you when you had the ability to unleash heavenly fire across Prythian if you so wished it. That, and the fact that the bond had snapped for Cassian one evening in Day was why Rhys had lobbied for your presence in his court in the first place all those years ago, long before Amarantha.

Amarantha was intrigued by you, you were the only individual she wasn't able drain power from, your abilities were other-worldly, untouchable. So, she gave you an option, stay uninvolved and advise her or watch your brother perish before your eyes. You chose the former.

All you have is your fire. Use it.

Amarantha erupted into flames when she had killed Feyre, unable to free herself from the bindings you had chained around her limbs. She had screamed, gargled in fact as you stood behind her, hands at your sides and your mind ripping her apart from the inside out. Boiling and burning her alive. Fire danced through your hair, it burned brightly in your eyes, sunlight pulsed around you, a blinding thing, a warning to others.

Your power was not yours to gift, it was not for anyone else to yield but you, Helion knew as much and was stern as he told Tamlin that you were not to offer up any of your power to save the human girl in his arms.

That said human girl, Feyre, now your High Lady, had grown to be a very good friend of yours.

Rising from the depths of the cream silken sheets, you touched your rough cheeks, crying for hydration from the tears you had poured upon them for the eighth night in a row. The bond had gone cold by your own foolish wish, you had locked it off, you had refused any attempts of contact, and Helion had obliged and denied your presence in his court when Rhys and Cassian had reached to him, Helion had even gone as far as to plant a seed in Feyre's mind that you may be in Autumn since Eris was a good friend of yours despite his relationship with the Night Court.

Autumn was the one place they would have difficulty infiltrating, and Eris was more than happy to play along if it gave you some peace.

Eight days was the longest you had gone without Cassian, without anything flowing through the bond, without seeing him, without being wrapped up in his body as he fucked you relentlessly into oblivion.

It was exhausting.

The Day Court sun brought some life back to you, cascading her glow upon you and enriching your skin with her gentle loving shimmer. She had always doted on you, the energy she bestowed upon you was unmatched, and you often found her watchful eye following you wherever you walked, whispering to you always.

The sun had chosen you, her vessel, to right the wrongs of the world, and Cassian always chose to look over that fact.

Your home court was known for its elaborate fashion, the ornate gold jewellery and accessories that you had found wrapped around your hands and feet, and the halo crown caressing the back of your head. The dress you had worn held a solid gold bodice of intricate swirls that allowed your skin to peek out beneath it, that attached to a pale shimmering skirt, and golden chains draped across your collarbones and fell down your spine. It moulded to your figure perfectly.

You were not weak or jealous, or reckless, you were a child of the sun, a strong and formidable creature. No one, not even Cassian, could take that from you.

Cassian had been cursed out by every member of your shared family when he had arrived at the House of Wind looking like shit with a bag between his fingers.

He thought he was right. He thought he was protecting you. But after having his ass handed to him by Azriel and Rhys, and Feyre and Mor's stern words, and Amren's glare of pure disgust, Cassian knew he had fucked up.

Cassian had raced back to your shared home, one that was a harmonious myriad of light and dark, of sun and night, and found it solemn and empty. He had raced up the stairs, he had looked in your drawers and saw everything still in place, then he had headed to your vanity and inhaled sharply when he saw that the small picture of your mother had gone, which meant you had too.

Screaming down the bond, Cassian was met with a stone cold wall of rippling silence, and he broke. Cassian fell to his knees holding one of your dressed between his fingers, it still smelt of you, of hot salted ocean breezes and fresh roses, and he cried.

He had spent the next week trying to locate you, being turned away from every court, even Helion had no idea where you had gone, but had told Feyre that you may have gone to Eris, your friend, as you knew that would be the one place he couldn't get to you.

Rhys had demanded entry to Autumn, which Eris had refused with a sly smirk on the boarder, his hounds circling through his legs. Eris was enjoying Cassian's pain far too much and had the gall to quip, "She doesn't want to see you, Lord of Bloodshed. Perhaps you listen to her this time, considering you have a habit of refusing to."

A spit in the face of his love for you. Cassian had gone to step over the threshold only to be held back by Azriel, Eris' hounds were snarling and barking at the three Illyrians trying to enter their home, "You would risk war?"

Eris grinned, fixing the lapels of his jacket, "A war would take y/n from you forever. I don't think you'd be that stupid," he turned from them, whistling for his hounds to follow, "As long as she's here, she will be fine. I suggest you go home and mull over the ways in which you have failed her."

Missions were the only thing that would give Cassian the opportunity to relent his frustrations, his force was sickening, he broke the bones of their enemies with his bare hands, he ripped them apart with his own self-loathing fury. Azriel had never seen Cassian in such a state, he blamed himself for your disappearance, and rightfully so, any of them could have told him that you were capable of destroying him if needed, let alone anyone else. Though, Azriel didn't blame Cassian for trying to protect you, for believing that your bond could bring harm to you, Azriel would think the same if he were in Cassian's shoes.

"Cass, we do need at least one of them alive," Azriel followed his brother on his war path, he watched him in concern as he drove his sword through the hearts of many soldiers.

Bodies lay broken around them, blood coated the ground and walls, it was a monstrous sight to take in. Cassian's hair lay unbound on his shoulders, matted with sweat that coated his brow, his wings were tense as he swung, they shuddered in fear of his force.

Cassian grunted to Azriel, whipping his air away from his face and facing him with a dead glare behind his hazel eyes, "Fine," he smirked and sheathed his sword, motioning to Azriel to approach the singular male who was moments away from death.

Blood coated his lips, his eyes had dimmed, but he still wore evil like a brooch on his heart, he spat the contents of his bloody mouth at Azriel as he bent down to grasp him by the collar, "You're going to tell me of your plans to attack Velaris, you're going to tell me and I may spare you."

The male chuckled low and sinister, hatred blazed in his faltering eyes and he smiled, toothy, but blood coated the once yellow tinged teeth. There wasn't much time to get answers, "We're already moving, you're too late."

Azriel cocked his head to the side, "I'm going to need more than that. I can make this much more painful for you," Truthteller dragged across the males bobbing throat, he knew of the Shadowsinger, he had heard to rumours of his ruthless torture.

The males gaze flickered to Cassian who stood behind Azriel, leaning against the bloodied wall looking disinterested, "You can thank him for that," his finger twitched in Cassian's direction, "Do you really believe that your High Lord is the protector of your court?" The male leaned forward, "Your greatest protector, the most powerful being in Prythian, is no longer being hidden by your court. She is elsewhere, we have been watching her, preparing for the perfect moment to snatch her away. With her power in our grasp, we will be unstoppable."

Cassian felt panic settle in his soul as the male continued, bitterly laughing as he spoke, "Y/N. A child of the sun, back in her home court, ready to follow her destiny. You can thank your Lord of Bloodshed for accelerating our plans."

Azriel turned to Cassian with wide eyes, eyes that Cassian matched. It was never about attacking Velaris, it was about capturing you, using your power for their own tyrannical plans, bleeding you dry and taking your power from your body.

"Cass-"

But Cassian was already moving, turning on his heels and pelting from the room as fast as he could, flexing his wings to ready them for flight whilst calling out to Rhys to meet them at the Day Court Palace as fast as possible.

Cassian flew as fast as he could, he would never be able to forgive himself if anyone harmed you, especially when he had made it so easy for them to reach you. He had to find you, he had to stop it, he had to save you.

Helion growled at the intrusion of the three Illyrians entering his personal library that was three times the size of the library at the House of Wind, but his snarl faltered when he saw the frenzied eyes and the blood coating Cassian and Azriel's armour. He rose from his seat quickly, not having a moment to say anything when Cassian paced over to him, "I don't have time for pleasantries. She's in danger. Where is she?"

Helion noted the fire in Cassian's eyes, the way his siphons glowered dangerously in awaiting answer, "How do I know that this isn't some elaborate ruse to take her?"

Azriel stepped forward, voice low in warning, noticing Cassian's fists clench and his chest seethe with anger, "Our enemies have been hunting her, they wish to drain her power and unleash it on the world. We need to find her."

Helion's language shifted, he faced Cassian with equal fury, going toe to toe with the Lord of Bloodshed and bit, "If anything happens to my sister, I will end you."

"I will end myself before you ever could, now tell me where she is."

A wild wind bellowed through the open arches, enough for Helion to wince at the forceful impact. That wind swarmed through the palace, it was wild and cold, it was a warning from the world to run and hide. Helion fought against it toward the balcony, his locks whipping around in the tornado that had encased his court, his eyes focused on the forest in the distance and he pointed, "She's in there."

Then, from nowhere, bright thunderous light quaked from the sky as large spheres of sun fire raced past them and slammed into the ground below, where you were. The trees lurched with the impact, splintering and sprouting in differing directions, wailing at their demise, and the ocean dragged itself back to a safe distance. Fire rained from the sky, but the wind was too forceful for any of them to fly to you.

"RHYS!" Cassian bellowed to his brother, their eyes locked and he nodded, catching Cassian with a free hand with Azriel in the other, winnowing them to where they needed to be.

The scene was sickening. Trunks lay cracked and broken, simmering fire trickled along the earth that rumbled beneath their feet with each impact of fire that slammed against the ground. They couldn't see two feet in front of them let alone much else due to the heavenly light that emitted from you, but Cassian felt you, for the first time in what felt like centuries, he felt you.

Cassian felt your fury course down the bond, it was mixed with fear and guilt, and it lead them straight to you. In return, he threw all of his love down the bond as another sphere of your fire hurtled down through the sky, and he swore he could have heard you gasp and pause.

The light dimmed, and their eyes adjusted to see you in the clearing metres ahead from them, surrounded by bodies, some bloody and other burnt beyond recognition. A dagger was glued between your fingers and you let our a shaky exhale, like you didn't realise you had been holding your breath all that time.

The clearing looked more like a crater, a once plush area of wildlife that you sought comfort in was now a crater of ash and broken souls, and Cassian watched your cracked eyes survey your surroundings, hating what you had done.

Cassian rushed to you, slamming his body into yours and cradling you into his chest, "Are you alright?" He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands gingerly, wiping away the ash that had settled on your cheeks, "Speak to me, my love."

"I'm okay," your voice was hoarse and quiet, your eyes connected and he saw the tears pool in them along with the devastation that coursed through the bond, "I'm sorry. You were right-"

"Don't apologise," he told you, wiping away the tears that spilled down your ashen cheeks, leaving streaks of sunlight flowing down them, "I was wrong, so wrong. You don't need anyone to protect you, you aren't weak or jealous, you are strong and more capable of protecting yourself more than anyone I know. You are your greatest protector, not me. I'm so sorry, I was just trying to keep you tucked away and safe. But you've always meant to shine, I never should have tried to stop it."

"You were trying to keep me safe, Cass," your voice trailed off and you examined the scene, paying no notice to Rhys and Azriel at the edge of your crater, "What have I done?"

Cassian's fingers ran through your hair, "You did what you had to, alright? It's okay. If I hadn't pushed you away then none of this would have happened. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry."

Your hands lay on his chest and you sighed, "Take me home, Cass. I can't be here."

Cassian had doted on you the moment you were back in his arms, he ordered Rhys to winnow you both back to your shared home whilst Azriel stayed to assure Helion that you were fine and in need of some much needed time with your mate.

The searing heat of the tub wound around your muscles and soothed the ache in your soul. The water was far too hot for Cassian to climb into, so he instead sat on the edge of the tub and washed your hair, picking apart the knots within it and allowed his large hands to unwind the bundled nerves in your shoulders.

When the water had gone cold, he lifted you from the tub and dried your limbs, he brushed your damp hair and dressed you in a thin nightgown, and not once did he stop apologising to you, not once did his lips stop peppering kisses along your shoulders and forehead.

You stood before him, needing much more than just sweet kisses and kind words.

"Tell me what you need," he had said when he saw the look in your eyes, one that radiated doubt but also desire.

Cassian stood still in front of you, his hands resting on your hips and you stood on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a searing kiss, one that he hummed into, allowing his hand to cradle the back of your head as he deepened it. Cassian had missed your lips too much.

Against his own building desire, Cassian gently pushed you backward, "My love, you're hurting," he didn't want to take advantage of your vulnerability in that moment.

"Do you love me?"

Cassian frowned, and let out a disbelieving scoff, "More than anything."

"Good," you pressed your lips to his again, pulling back slightly and peering at him through your lashes, "Because I need you to fuck me like you don't."

His cock twinged at the words and he closed his eyes, opening them to see you push the straps of your nightgown over your shoulders, revealing your peaked nipples to him as it fell down your body. Cassian knew why you needed it, you needed to feel something other than the pain of destroying one of your most sacred places, you needed him in the most passionate way possible.

"Are you sure?" Fire spread through him when you used his forearms as leverage to capture his lips on yours again, in a starving embrace, one that sent blood pooling to his cock that throbbed against his leathers in knowing that where it needed to be was only inches away.

Cassian walked you backwards until your legs hit the back of your bed and you lowered yourself onto the mattress. Fierce lust was laced within you, you propped you heels up on the frame and spread your legs to your mate, that feral animalistic need to be rutted filling the room illuminated by flickering candlelight.

Wasting no time, Cassian ripped his leathers from his body and fell to his knees before you, his muscles contracted in the golden hue of the room, he grasped your thighs and dragged you toward him, his warmth breath fanning over your core as he placed kisses down your stomach and in the creases of your thighs, making you suck in a shaky breath as he placed a final peck to the bundle of nerve that were aching for his tongue.

"I've missed the taste of you so much, my love," the movement of his lips on your skin made electricity course through you, the stubble of his beard scratching against your inner thighs.

Whining, your back arched when he drug his tongue up your slit, the groan emitting from his throat vibrating against you threatening to blind all of your senses. He smiled against your core, winding his tongue around your clit and sucking on the nerves, his fingers dug into your thighs to stop your squirming as his pace became relentless. Sucking, biting, and swirling his tongue in the ways he knew made you turn into a mewling mess, he pumped his cock in his hand to relieve the building pressure, to allow him to focus on you, his beautiful moaning mess of a mate completely at his mercy.

Cassian lapped up your taste, groaning in pleasure at it as he pumped his digits in you, pressing down on your stomach with his free hand to make that rough spot inside of you meet every brush of his touch. He noted the hitch of your breath and the way your fingers found his hair, pushing his face into your cunt, telling him how close you were from falling from grace. Cassian kept his pace, taking your throbbing clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it as his fingers hit that spot again and again until you were crying out his name and tensing around his fingers.

Your mate continued his tirade, pulling two more orgasms from your lips before his pace slowed and he removed his fingers from you. Humming, he sucked your juices from one of his fingers and then slid the other into your mouth as he hovered over you, his cock ready and weeping on your thigh.

He threw your clenched legs apart and nestled between them, "You can thank me tomorrow," he told you, no doubt alluding to the fact that your lips hadn't found his cock yet, "I just need you."

Without warning, he pushed into you, and his delicious cock stretched you out, you threw your head back and moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he lowered himself and captured your lips hungrily against his own, transferring the taste of you to your tongue. He moved, slowly at first, and you met his hips in the rolling rhythm he had created, then he became more desperate and picked up his pace, biting and sucking at the skin on your neck, no doubt marking it for everyone to see once he would allow you out of your bed after fucking you on every surface possible.

Cassian groaned into the crook of your neck, his fingers held a bruising grip on your hip as he slammed into you, the tip of his cock smacking against that rough spot inside of you, "I love you, y/n. I love you so much," his brows were furrowed, like he knew how much force he was using and had to tell you how much he loved you just in case he was taking it too far.

Panting, you replied, "I love you too, Cass. I love you," you were cut off by your own moan, your hands flew above your head encased in his own, he gripped the sheets and snarled and he pulled out of you and flipped you over, pushing your head into the mattress and growling as the tip of his cock teased your entrance again, and you took it in it's entirety, groaning so deliciously that it took everything within Cassian to not explode at the sight of your ass bouncing on his cock.

Cassian bent down, his fingers delicately wrapped around your throat and pulled you upright, his fingers stayed there, restricting your oxygen in the best way imaginable as he pushed up into you, sucking and nibbling on your earlobes and neck between his own rough moans of pleasure.

As long as you had Cassian, there was nothing else you'd ever need to feel fulfilled. He was everything, your life and death, your shoulder to sob upon, your cock to cum on. Cassian was yours, his soul belonged to you just like every fibre of your existence hung onto him.

"Stay. Don't ever leave me again," his voice was full of emotion in your ear as he fucked you into the whispering depths of the ocean that was your bond.

Cassian's free hand twisted at your nipples before travelling downward, resting atop your stomach and pushing your hips backward to meet his relentless thrusts, and you felt the familiar pressure building there, holding on wasn't possible when his fingers travelling further, finding your clit and tracing slow circles into the nerves, smirking into your shoulder as high pitched cries flowed from your lips.

"I'll never leave you," you were breathless, and you hardly felt him pull out from you as he pushed you onto your back again, throwing your leg over his arm and pounding into you until he began to falter. His lips found your nipple again, sucking and biting on the sensitive nub of skin, and his fingers continued to flicker over your clit, "Cass, please. I'm going to-"

"So am I," he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, "Cum for me, my love," Cassian pressed his lips to yours, capturing your orgasm in his mouth before releasing your lips to allow you to scream his name as that searing white heat consumed your entire body.

Cassian could have swore you began to glow as it consumed you, and you basked in that warmth, he basked in the clench of your walls quivering around his cock and milking him until there was nothing left to fill you with. Your mate fucked you through both of your highs, groaning your name and growling as he filled you, panting as he slowed his pace and lay on top of you.

In the comfortable silence, you found him staring at you with wonder, he hovered over you propped up on his elbows, tracing his fingers along your glistening skin, "What?"

Cassian smiled, "I want a baby," he admitted, "I can't stop myself from being scared about losing you, a part of me will always be terrified. But, what I can stop is myself holding back in the life I dream of with you," his hazel eyes scoured your face, and peace settled between you, "I want a product of us, of our love and strength. I want a family with you, a big family full of love and wonder and adventure where you have to tell me off after our fourth for wanting another," you giggled tearfully beneath him and he wiped a tear away with the pad of his thumb, "The idea of losing you is my greatest fear, y/n. I don't want anything to happen to us, and I don't want us to be left with nothing if-"

"Cass," you cooed to him, pulling him from the devastating thoughts in his mind, "I want all of that too, I want the picket fence and enough children to drive Az insane. Enough cousins for Nyx for them all to grow up in their own inner circle and replace us all one day. I want a life with you void of sadness. I want you, forever, even when our day comes to leave this reality, I will want you and I will guide you to the heavens so that we may live in an eternity of love waiting for everyone we adore to join us."

Cassian pulled you up the bed and encased you in his arms, draping a thin sheet over your forms and running his fingers through your hair whilst you kissed his chest softly, "You found me in darkness and we made our own light. We burn brighter than anything that may await us," he kissed your forehead and gazed into your eyes, a smirk worked its way onto his face, "The sun has nothing on you, you know."

Authors Note

Daddy Casssss

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The Jeweler (AzrielxReader)

A/N: Missed you guys <3 Not my best but its cutie.

EDIT (Jan 23.2024): Forgot to add the tag list, srry guys :,) <33333

W.C: 1.3k

Warnings: Slight mentions of smut. Angst?

Winter in Velaris was truly a marvel. As the solstice approached decorations and lights littered the buildings of The Rainbow, and the streets bustled with life as city goers made last minute preparations.

From the frost coated glass of your apartment you watched as families scurried out of the cold, and lonesome travelers slowed by shop windows to take a peek inside. From its place on the wall your clock struck seven and you tore your eyes away from the scene below. If you listened closely enough you could hear as the jeweler, Mr. Krazinski, downstairs, closed up shop for the evening and began to head home for the weekend. As he went about his Friday evening routine- you too began your own. The tea you had been nursing (now cold) was discarded and a bath was drawn full of lavender and other frilly things an herbalist nymph had convinced you to buy earlier in the day. In no time, the pale blue tiles of your bathroom were slick and steam was rolling out from beneath the door- spilling into your hall. In the living room you lit candles, cedar and pine. The fae lights bobbing on your wall were extinguished, only the crackling fireplace radiated light now. The clock struck eight then, and you moseyed towards the bath. You’d take your time there- worship yourself and make sure every inch was perfect. He’d be there by eleven after all. By the time the clock struck nine the bath had drained, bits of lavender and other botanicals slowly drying to the bottom of your tub. You had pulled out your fineries. Lotions, perfumes, wine. At ten you were dressed, a deep emerald number- frilled with lace. Here was the winter solstice tree, lit for the occasion and you standing before it. With only half an hour left you downed your glass of wine, curled up in a chair facing the door. Eleven strikes and the locks begin to turn. Within moments your small doorframe is crowded by seven feet of illyrian muscle and wing. He’s dressed simply this week- dark trousers and a thick cable knit sweater. His wings are pulled tight, remnants

of snow melting off their taloned tips.

“Right on time, Shadowsinger.” You purred, trailing the rim of your glass with your scarlet red finger tip. He hummed his reply, stepping into the threshold of your home and firmly relocking the door behind him- a habit he had when he stayed here. You had always found it quite charming- him locking the door as if the most dangerous creature in Velaris would not be curled up in your sheets within the hour.

“Am I ever late, Jeweler?”

You audibly chuckled then,a noise that had a smile tugging at the Illyiran’s lips as he settled into the couch. Jeweler was a name he had been fondly calling you for years now, ever since he found out where you resided.

“I suppose not.”

He was looking at you then, dragging his eyes back and forth across your frame and the bits of exposed skin. If you had been naive you would have thought it was the surmounting heat of the fire making him shift in his seat. But naive you were not. You placed your wine glass on the floor as you stood and sauntered over to where he sat. Azriel placed his hands on your hips and with one firm tug you were in his lap. He chuckled as you stumbled forward- a flailing thing compared to the elegance with once you just moved. Strong arms enveloped you and the room around you seemed to fade. The troubles of the week melted away as the shadowsinger kissed his way down your neck, across your collar, and down, down, down…

You had lived a long time and experienced many things but the way Azriel made you feel was different than anything you had encountered before. With a stroke of his fingers he had you writhing and moaning gutturally, falling blissfully further away from the world around you. By the time the two of you were spent, the fire had reduced itself to cinders in the hearth. Outside- a blizzard was well into forming, snow pushing its way past the glamors which kept Velaris safe from any real damage.

You lay splayed across the rug before the fire- an afghan he had grabbed slung across your forms. Above your heads, strong cedar beams supported the ceiling. If you squinted, spiders had made homes in the corners and were scurrying dutifully across the wood.

“Sometimes I think about staying here for good.” Azriel mumbled from beside you, his voice halting the soft circles he had been tracing into the bare skin of your side. You let out an airy chuckle at his statement and turned your head to face him.

“So why don’t you?” A question you knew the answer too. One he knew the answer too as well.

He seemed to mull over your words for a moment anyhow before stating, “Because Jeweler, if I saw you everyday- im afraid it would change my life.”

You stared at him for a moment, holding his hardened gaze. He seemed serious- deathly so. But he was not, and you knew that much. Keeping the thought at hand you laughed once more and teasingly shoved at his bare chest as you stood from the floor.

“Of course it would, Shadowsinger. You would be reminded of Mr. Krazinski’s sales everyday instead of every Friday evening.”

Azriel audibly groaned as you pranced towards the bathroom to fetch a robe. When you returned to the living room he was tugging on his pants.

“Why dont you let me take you out to eat next week?” Azriel offered as he slipped his sweater back on. A boot following not far behind it. Leaning in the doorframe of the hallway you smiled tightly but only offered him a shrug.

“You know where I stand on dates, Azriel.”

“Then don't call it a date.” He shot, frustrated that you would not cave.

From across the room you searched his eyes, tried desperately to find something that would make you change your mind- and you… couldn't. You see, you knew who Azriel was. You had known him for the past two decades- and your bed had seen him through some very tumultuous parts of his life. Several times over the years he had tried to take it further than pleasure, but your answer had always been no. There was no denying he was an attractive male, witty, incredible in bed, and even charming when he chose to be- but most of all he was the Spymaster of Rhysand’s Court. A master of deception and torture. You lived above a jeweler, taught nighttime pottery classes, and drank chai tea. His was not a life you could keep up with. And yours was one he would tire of quickly. To go on a date with Azriel would be to open a door that you were not sure you could step through- terrified of what lay on the other side.

“Im Sorry, Azriel. You know I-” Before you could finish he smiled tightly and nodded.

“You cant. I know.” He tugged his jacket on as he spoke and headed towards the door. He did not say goodbye as he left, merely shut the door and locked it behind him. Listening to him clunk down the tiny staircase ached every week- but this one especially so. Yet again he had confronted you with a reality you could very well possess but simply could not yet face. Flopping down onto your couch you poured the last of your long forgotten wine and stared as the liquid swirled in your glass.

He would return next week- inevitably to ask you out yet again. And maybe it was the last of the wine souring your brain as you tossed it back- but as you curled into your bed that night, you thought that maybe next week- just maybe… you would say yes.

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MASTERLIST

I write for most ACOTAR characters and will eventually open requests for other fandoms. I’m just in my SJM era rn. Feel free to request blurbs, imagines/one shots, headcanons, etc.!

Key: ⛈️-angst. 🌞-fluff. 🪐-smut.

Azriel Shadowsinger

Fics:

The Pursuit of Feeling Alive [ongoing] ⛈️

Trope// enemies to lovers

Blurbs:

My Fearless Mate 🌞

Trope// mated pair

Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court

Fics:

Touch in the Dark [ongoing] ⛈️

Trope// enemy to lovers

Pt. 1

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areyoudreaminof · 4 months

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ACOTAR GIFT EXCHANGE

Beyond: a Helion x LoA fic for @spell-cleavers

For the @acotargiftexchange I was thrilled to write this fic for @spell-cleavers who just so happens to be one of my very favorite people. Getting to know her over the course of this year has been such a joy, so I wanted to writer her something special. And by special, I mean I wrote my first ever smut scene. Can you believe?? Special thanks to @iambutmortal and @rosanna-writer for the beta help, and @separatist-apologist for allowing me to have a fun little cameo.

The Lady of Autumn has agreed to come live at the Autumn Court, though seems hesitant. Can Helion convince her that she belongs at his side?

And here's a little playlist!

She shines me up like gold on my arm I wanna take it slow but it's so hard I love to see her face in daylight It's more than just our bodies at night

Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?

Beyond-Leon Bridges

MORNING:

Helion Spell-Cleaver was feeling a bit unhinged. It wasn’t a surprise, since he had been looking forward to this for centuries. But still, he was teetering on the edge of his sanity.

It couldn’t have been a more perfect day, though. The sun rose over the Day Court, cloudless skies stretching from the far valleys and hills in the east to the rocky coast and the city of Naxopolis. Groves of orange and fig trees surrounded the sandstone palace, brushing up against its white pillars and walls. The smells of citrus and trees were deepened by the warmth from the sun and a cool breeze from the turquoise sea. From the balcony, Helion watched the early morning sunlight reflect off the waves like small golden flecks. The room was peacefully quiet and open. Helion was certain when he had chosen the large and spacious suite, she would love it.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

She had never seen the sea, she had told him once, many, many years ago, when they had only met under cover of darkness in the far corners of the Autumn lands. He chose the large wing of rooms as soon as she had agreed to move to the Day Court. Helion wanted a fresh start for them both.

They had each other again. They had their son, Lucien, who had agreed to stay too. Though, Helion would admit only to himself that he wasn’t letting his son and his mate out of his sight again. Never again would Thérèse be stuck in Autumn, never again would she be under anyone’s control. The members of his court were thrilled when he had found Lucien, and they were equally as thrilled when Helion announced his mate would finally come home.

But as he heard the soft cries of morning gulls, and the city coming to life below him, Helion’s doubts slithered back into his mind.

Will she even like it here? Will she ask Eris to take her back? She left once.

Yes, but that was to save us, and to save our son. Helion reminded himself as he took steadying breaths to calm his speeding heart. And I am not that monster. I will never force her. I am at her service.

A soft knock at the door brought him back to the morning. Costis, his butler, entered with a soft robe of linen in his arms. The satyr’s hooves clicked sharply on the tile, as he draped the ivory fabric chiton across a chair.

“Good Morning, my Lord. We’ve received word from Velaris, and the Lady Thérèse will be arriving with your son and his mate promptly at eleven o’clock.” Costis announced, crossing the room to bow. “Her personal items will be sent here.

Helion nodded once, quickly attempting to clear his mind. “Is everything else in order?”

“Yes, your Grace. The food is being prepared as well as the smaller dining balcony in the northwest wing. Nothing much is happening in the city, and The Magus has predicted fine weather for today. Perfect to show Lady Thérèse her new home,” the satyr said as he removed the sleeping robe from Helion’s shoulders. “I can send up for breakfast, unless you prefer to wait.”

“I’ll wait, thank you,” Helion said. He hardly had an appetite anyway.

Costis began to dress Helion, expertly wrapping the toga around him. The soft mix of linen and cotton promised a warmer day, the fabric hitting just above his knees. Enough to tempt, but not enough to scandalize. As Costis fetched his sandals, Helion removed the silk wrap from his head, satisfied that his hair still looked perfect. He had removed the ornaments from his locs for the occasion, instead opting for a small golden thread woven throughout his hair, tying it back with a leather strap. Helion placed a golden sun band on each bicep, cuffs on his wrists, and the small bronze ring Thérèse had given him five centuries ago. Striding to the mirror, Helion took in his reflection. He wore no crown, his toga was simple, and he was unadorned. He looked like the same male that went to the Equinox ball all those centuries ago.

The sharp clang of steel and bronze bells from the Magus’s tower rang, indicating it was half past ten. Helion straightened and took a deep breath. He had been planning this day for weeks, no, centuries. He was ready. “Costis, remind me of the possible itinerary I had drawn up.”

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#acotargiftexchange #helion x loa #jenn i love you #eris is a redheaded step-child #my first smut ever??

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tadpolesonalgae · 5 months

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soft slow sex with helion?

Helion x reader: Sweet Like Peaches[*]

A/N: Give me a melting butter emoji right now 🧈🥞

Warnings: Smut, fingering, tiny bit of biting

Word Count: 1,605

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Quiet sounds of pleasure swap between your mouths, Helion drinking them in like freshly-warmed ambrosia.

His large, dark hands knead the supple skin at your rear, squeezing appreciatively, a noise of guttural need rumbling deep in his chest. Lips quirk up over his own, fingertips splaying across the soft, cream cotton over the broad expanse of his muscled chest, reaching for the golden pin atop one shoulder. With a deft flick, the fabric spills down his body, held tight to his hips by the matching gold belt that’s pressing an indentation into your stomach. Hands grip the lustrous curls of his hair, pulling his mouth closer, tasting him deeper as a quiet moan whispers from your throat—much to his pleasure.

One second, the cool metal of the buckle is grazing the curve of your stomach, then he’s gently pushed you back, mattress dipping as he settles atop you, lips softened in an intimate smile, pulse spiking at the sight.

“Come here,” you mumble, hands outstretched, needing to feel the deep heat of his skin against your own. Helion laughs lowly but obeys, one powerful, golden-snake-wrapped arm sliding beneath your upper back, pulling from the bed as his head dips, mouth opening over your own, tongues pressing together as he settles between your thighs.

Moans begin spilling more steadily, quiet pants as calloused and scar-flecked fingers drag teasingly up the outside of your leg, taking the skirts with him, the colour of peaches dripping sun-warmed honey. Teeth gently nip at your lip, spine arching in response, pulling away to glare at him briefly, dragging another deep laugh from your husband. Your mouth opens to speak, but he’s already sealed himself back over, thousands of tiny, colour-dusted wings fluttering in your lower belly as he slowly drags the tip of his tongue over yours, deep amber eyes searing to your own.

You soften into his hold, melting back as he lays you down, your hands lowering to his belt while his slide beneath the thin golden string at your hips, easing away the sopping fabric. Hot aches blossom across your belly, thighs widening once bare, inviting him to come between them. He pauses, thumb brushing just shy of where you want him, taking his time playing and memorising your scent, your skin.

Desire swells in his darkened gaze, swiping across your clit, pushing lightly in soft circles as he watches the day’s tension roll from your shoulders.

“Helion,” you moan on a breath, hips rolling as his fingers prod at the dip between your thighs. “Not tonight,” you ask quietly, arms slung around broad shoulders. Legs wrap tighter around his hips, pulling him closer with a silent plea.

A charming smile plays on his mouth, thick digits slipping easily between your thighs. “I know it’s been a long day,” he says lowly, atop your lips. “But if you think that means you’re going to get this any quicker, then you’re wrong.” Hips buck, fingers curling and touching, his thumb still easing back and forth over your aching clit. “I need you just as badly honey, but you know as well as I do you’ll be sore in the morning if we don’t do this now.” Heat flushes, relenting as digits continue their thorough exploration, seeking out those spots that make you—

A high-pitched sound of pleasure whines out as he takes his time, enjoying the slight bite of sparkling nails into his forearm.

“Would you like me to stop?” He drawls lowly, amusement dancing across his features as he takes in the roll of your hips, the heat from your cheeks, the wetness of freshly-licked lips. “Only if I get you after,” you breathe shakily, pleasure bubbling. His responding laugh feathers over your lower belly, fluttering at the deep timbre. Finger curls and touch until he’s certain you’re ready for him, no longer squeezing tight but relaxed and wet, dripping around him.

He pulls away, and you whimper at the loss, feeling cold and empty, trying to tighten around something needfully. But then his hands have removed the infuriating golden buckle, cream fabric pulled from powerful muscle in a whisper of cotton. Tongue swipes out over your lips, wanting to drag it over his skin, to taste him as he pushes in.

“A little wider,” he instructs, broad palms gently pushing at your thighs, guiding you further apart. Eyes helplessly flick down, mouth watering at the pearly bead of precum nestled at his tip, full enough to be on the verge of spilling over.

Without thinking, your hand slides down to hold him, thumb swiping his head. Muscle tightens, a low breath groaning from his chest at the sensitivity, watching with a hungry gaze as you raise your hand, licking his flavour away slowly, relishing in his taste.

Helion can’t help himself, lining up with your entrance and dipping his head down, hot mouth opening over your own, greedily taking in the mixed flavours. Thighs part wider, hips raising so he can slide deeper, and those mischievous hands of his cup your rear, squeezing hungrily. Snake up over heated skin, bringing the dress higher, removing it swiftly with familiar ease, tossed aside so he can play and palm your breasts.

A thumb grazes your nipple, soft moans warming his mouth, hips pressing forward until they’re tight to the back of your thighs. Needful noises pant from glossy, parted lips, pupils blown wide with arousal as he sinks deep inside of you. So full you can feel him in your lower belly.

“Helion…!” You moan, teeth prodding at your lower lip, hips rolling onto him, encouraging movement.

Your husband groans roughly, resisting the urge to pin you to his bed and pound into you until one or both of you is passing out. But the way you’re arching is only invitation to those thoughts of his, and he has to close his eyes against the onslaught of arousal. He wants to go slowly, really get you to feel him, every sense carved into your mind like how it happens for him, each detail carefully catalogued within the chambers of knowledge and memory.

It’s only once you’ve again relaxed back into the bed, accustomed to the already intense pleasure that he begins to move. Slow, and languid. One hand cradling your head, spine curving with ecstasy, heat and pleasure twining into something soft and syrupy that’s bubbling away in the pit of your belly.

His hand spans your hip, pulling you back against him as the pace begins to pick up, tracing over your stomach to palm your breast. “You know how much I love these?” He asks lowly, wanting to open his mouth over you.

All you can manage is a dazed moan, urging him to speed up, to deliver you that pleasure and heat that’ll have you fluttering around him. “Please…Helion,” you breathe, back bowing off the mattress. “Please.”

A low curse drags from his lips, before straightening, hands splaying across your waist as he sets the rhythm, mouth parting as eyes lock with his own, wide and desperate. “Like that…” you urge, needing more. “Keep going, just like that…” He would never dream of stopping, not when you’re both so near the edge, poised to tumble into each others arms.

Your lips part soundlessly, breath stuttering as he touches a place inside of you that has your nails grappling for something to bite into. He marks the reaction eagerly, a low laugh reverberating at the back of his throat, angling your hips so he can hit that spot again, hungry for your pleasure. “Just like that?” He repeats breathlessly, targeting it over and over as your eyes squeeze shut from the intensity.

“I’m— I can’t—” You gasp, breath shuddering from the ecstasy.

“Then don’t,” he groans, lips attaching to your throat, adding to the marks. “With me,” he urges, moving to the space just below your jaw, teeth coming out to nip. You inhale sharply, hands gripping at his back, slowly driven mad by the simmering pleasure, begging to be released.

All you can manage is a breathless moan before you’re fluttering around him, eyes rolling back as he continues that wonderful pace, hot mouth putting marks into your throat, sucking bruises into your collar bones. The world is speckled through with white dots, thousands of those tiny wings taking flight inside as you arch into him, nipples grazing his chest.

His own high crests, hot cum spilling into you as he grinds his orgasm into your heat, obscene sounds squishing between you, hips rolling and bucking against one another until the pleasure begins to fade, aftershocks washing through flushed skin. You pant deeply, eyes peeking open to find amber already upon you, deep desire swirling. Curls spill forward, tight ringlets brushing your brow as you stare at one another, craving the heat of touch already.

Arms cross over his shoulders, pulling him down to your mouth. He follows easily, groaning softly as his tongue sweeps in, hip rolling lightly, making you arch with sensitivity. Hands touch and explore long after the pleasure has faded, tracing patters tenderly, relishing in the seemingly endless time. Basking in the deep satisfaction of being tangled together.

It’s not until your lids grow heavy that activities cease, your husband settling at your side, the mattress dipping as arms wrap over your waist, tucking you into his warmth.

Hot lips graze your temple, night darkening the room as your scents twine together as they belong, contentedness softening your mind as you sink into sleep. Safe and at peace in his bed.

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honeybeefae · 11 months

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Ask for Helion and Public Sex?

(This might be the last one for the night as I am about to crash but I FORGOT HOW MUCH FUN HELION IS TO WRITE. THIS IS SO HOT AND DIRTY AND I LOVED IT.)

Right Here, Right Now (Helion X Reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, public, creampie, dirty talk

His mouth was hot against yours as he shoved you into the nearest bathroom across from the grand hall, his hands feeling up as much as he could while you shut the door behind you.

“Fuck, Helion,” You moaned when he cupped your throat, forcing you to look up at him. His pupils were blown wide with lust as you panted, your lips parted in desire. “We can’t do this here. Feyre and Rhys-”

“Are busy greeting other guests.” He finished your sentence, his free hand hitching your leg up until it was wrapped around his hip. You could feel his cock against your lower belly, stiff and ready to split you in two. “And I don’t think I can wait another minute to have you, starlight.”

“Does my Lord submit to me so easily that he cannot wait until we are in the comfort of our own suite?” You tease, letting your hand fall to cup his girthy erection. Helion growled, his jaw flexing as you smirked. You loved being a brat to him.

Without warning, you were suddenly flipped around, your face inches from slamming into the door as he wasted no time gathering your skirts until they were bunched at the top of your waist. You bit down on your bottom lip when you heard him curse under his breath at the realization you hadn’t worn anything underneath your outfit.

“I think my Lady was wanting something like this to happen tonight.” He purred into your ear, using two fingers to test how wet you were. It was no surprise to either of you that you were soaked already. “Cauldron’s sake, you’re so wet.”

He dipped his fingers back down to your cunt, barely pushing them inside you before pulling them back out. You knew he was wanting you to beg for him. His reflection in the mirror was full of cockiness as he licked his lips, making every movement agonizingly slow.

“Helion, I swear if you do not pick up the pace…” You warned, grinding your hips backward only for him to pull away.

“What will you do, starlight?” He taunted, catching your eyes in the mirror. His dark skin complimented yours beautifully as he ran a large hand over your ass, kneading it. “Will you go back to that party, wet and unsatisfied as you try not to work yourself into a frenzy or will you let me fill you up?”

You whined when he gave your clit some attention, your thighs shaking as you bare your teeth. Helion would absolutely leave you in here to prove a point. He would also tease you relentlessly for the rest of the night, torturing you in the sexiest way possible.

“This was your plan all along, you and I both know that.” He continued, slapping your ass and making you jump. “You’re just as bad as me. I just want you to admit you need it.”

“I…” You began, struggling to find the words until he completely moved away from you. Your body had never turned so fast as you grabbed his face and pulled him down to you, kissing him fiercely as you mumbled out, “I need you, so fucking bad Helion. Take me right here, right now.”

“With pleasure.” Helion grunted, lifting your body up until your back was pressed against the door and both of your legs were wrapped around him. He wasted little time in freeing his cock from his robe, lining it up with your entrance, and slamming you down until he was fully inside.

Your head hit the door hard as you cried out in bliss, your arms wrapped haphazardly around his neck as he rutted into you with reckless abandon. Neither one of you cared about who could be on the other side, or how much noise you were making, as you fucked like the world was going to end.

Helion’s lips attached to your collarbone, nipping and licking his way up as he whispered the most filthiest confessions in your ear. Your hands were grasping onto his locs with all your might, tits almost bouncing out of your dress as you moaned out his name.

The doorknob next to you jiggled and you heard a polite knock and a gentle voice asking if anyone was in there. Elain.

Your eyes connected with his as you grabbed the doorknob to prevent her from entering. Helion had stopped for a moment, watching you before a wicked smile came to his face.

“I’ll be out in sec-oh, fuck!” You hissed when he picked you up off the door and laid you against the counter, your chest pressing against the cool marble as he entered you again. “Just a, a second, please!”

“Are you alright?” Elain asked worriedly, her concern which was usually endearing now making you frustrated. “Are you sick?”

“I’m fine, Elain.” You whimpered, biting the inside of your cheek until the taste of blood fills your mouth as Helion grasped your hair and pulled. “I p-promise.”

There was a moment of silence and you audibly let out a breath as you heard footsteps leave the hallway, your eyes focusing back on your mate as he gave you a boyish grin. “You’re not playing fair.”

“You don’t want me to play fair, baby.” He smirked, his hips snapping into you as both of your orgasms began to build swiftly. You were trying to regain some control but it was useless as you closed your eyes and let the waves of euphoria wash over you.

He groaned your name as your cunt clenched around his cock, milking him until he followed in your pleasure. Hot cum coated your inner walls as he let go of your hair in favor of grabbing your hips, holding you still as he filled you until you were leaking with the mixture of your juices and his.

The bathroom counter was a mess, soaps and towels scattered everywhere as Helion gently pulled himself out of you and tucked his cock back into his robes. You were still trying to catch your breath, face red and hair disheveled as he brought you to him and kissed your forehead.

“Was it too rough, starlight? Are you alright?”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, resting against his chest. “We have to do this again. Maybe at the Autumn Court next time.”

Helion grinned and rolled his eyes. “And people say I’m the one with the problem.”

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darkphilosophies · 6 months

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↬ long fics

♚ A Court of Fire and Desire - Eris x OC. arranged marriage. enemies to lovers. ongoing. chapters 5/?

♚ Chains of Fire -Azriel x Eris. mafia au. ongoing. chapter 2/?

♚ I want to kiss you but I want it too much - Azriel x Eris, angsty. ongoing.

↬ one shots

♔ In the shadow of the throne - Azriel x Eris. angsty and smut with a sprinkles of feels.

♔ The light we lost in the fire - the night Lucien is born. sad.

♔ A dance with darkness - Eris x OC. pure smut.

♔ Bathe me in your sunlight - Lucien x Elain. fluff and some soft lovemaking.

♔ As you wish, darling… - Beron x Elain. smut. graphic smut. bad for your health.

♔ Here for you - Azriel x Eris. smut and feels.

♔ I hate the way I don't hate you - Azriel x Eris. smut and feels.

♔ I know and you know too - Azriel x Eris. smut and feels.

↬ headcanons

✷ Eris x Reader SFW Headcanons

✷ Lucien x Reader SFW Headcanons

✷ Helion x Reader SFW Headcanons

Most of my works you can find on AO3

Thank you for reading ♡

P.S. My messages are open for any suggestions, criticism or requests. Whatever your hearts desire, feel free to let me know :)

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vixenshiftsvrs · 8 months

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I'm sorry but the unspeakable things I would do to have Eris, Cassian, Azriel, Rhysand, Helion, Casteel, Fenrys, Rowan, Lorcan, Aaron, Cardan and so on... just exist other than between pages is shocking like sweet fuck the things i would let these men do to me

#eris x reader #azriel x reader #rhysand x reader #cassian x reader #helion x reader #eris vanserra x reader #simon riley x reader #hobie smut #cassian x reader smut #miguel o'hara x reader #fictional men #dark romance #reading #booklr #books and reading

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yaburnae · 15 days

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do you ever think about nesta reading romance books because she grew up knowing that she would never have love since her only job was to be a wife and that never equated to being loved in the world she knew so she could only escape in make believe stories where make believe women were make believe cared for and respected

#i’m thinking about all the discourse going around booktok rn #about how men have been mocking women for reading smut and romance books #drew afualo being like ‘BECAUSE THATS THE ONLY PLACE MEN RESPECT WOMEN! IN FAKE FANTASY WORLDS!’ period #and that’s what nesta knows too!#she’s never been respected or loved in her entire life!#and why should she be? she is awful and wicked and terrible and everything everyone says she is #her mother’s creature. the filth you made me.#all i do is cry!!!!!!!!#i leave you with the funny theory that helion writes the smut books though bc it’s just too good

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ann-writes-universes · 1 year

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Momento Mori (AzrielxReader)

A/N: Weather has me down, Here’s some Az angst :,)

Warnings: Angst.

W/C: 1.8k

He had been so distant since the end of the war. Different since life had slowed down a bit and there wasn't the ever present feeling of impending doom. At first, you had given him space - he had asked for it after all - chalked it up to shell shock, a deep rooted fear that it wasn't really over. Being alone had been hard, waiting for your mate to finally crawl into your ever cold bed and just hold you like he had for the past ten years.

You waited on that night where he would come to you for comfort, and not Elain or Gwyn or a glass of whiskey that never really seemed to empty. The night where he would crawl into your shared bed and find solace in your arms, in your presence, even if just for a moment.

That night didnt come, and after six months you began to feel as though it would never come.

“Does- does Rhys talk to you about things?” You had asked Feyre one day in the kitchen. You were drying the dishes as she washed them. A task that magic could have easily finished but one the two of you had found some semblance of normalcy in since the war. She had stopped scrubbing the plate she held and turned her gaze to you with a cocked brow.

“Well yes we talk about things (Y/N), but what do you mean?”

“I mean awful, terrible things.”

“Has- has Azriel said something to you?” She questioned, turning the water up to ward off any unwanted listeners lurking about the house. You frantically shook your head ‘no’ and kept drying the same bowl you had been for the past five minutes.

“Not in that way I just…he won’t tell me what's going on in his head. He hasn't since.”

“Since Hybern?”

“Yeah. Yeah, since Hybern.” You muttered, finally setting the bowl down. Feyre sighed and dried her own hands before grasping your forearms. Turning your body to face her she searched your features with a soft smile.

“The war was tough on us all. He watched you nearly die, I am sure it's not on purpose.”

“Feyre. He shut off the bond. I can't feel him.” You whispered, beginning to feel misty eyed and soft. She frowned and pulled you into her body, letting your tears soak her shoulder and hair. You were mumbling nonsense into her shoulder, anger, hurt, and confusion echoed from the senseless words and she just nodded in understanding.

“Whats going on?” His voice cut like a knife through the kitchen, slicing through the sound of your sobs and the water that was still running. Feyre stilled as she made eye contact with him, not allowing your head to leave her shoulder. You hadn't even felt that familiar tug on the bond that signified he had even come home. That fact alone had your gut wrenching and your heart dropping further into your chest.

“Nothing.” You mumbled, gently pushing Feyre away so you could turn to face the stone cold face of your mate. He took in the tear stained cheeks, the red rim of your eyes, and he cocked his head. There was nothing there, no warmth, no concern, just an empty plane.

Granted, Azriel was a hard male to read. But never for you. No- never once had he been hard to read for you.

Glancing between the two of you Feyre waited until you nodded to make her quiet exit, turning the sink off as she left. Azriel leaned against the wall, watching you as you put dishes away, your back turned away from him.

“Nice to see you home.” You muttered, closing a cabernet. He huffed and shifted in his place, running a hand through his hair.

“What is that supposed to even mean?” You turned to face him, leaning backwards on your arms against the counter. “Exactly what I said. Nothing else.”

His mouth formed a hard line and he nodded curtly. Turning towards the door he made to leave.

“Thats all I get?” You urged, possibly louder than you had intended. He froze in the doorway, a hand resting on its frame. His shoulders squared and he turned his head to look at you. “Seven words is all I get? I havent seen you in weeks Azriel.” You whispered, searching his eyes for any semblance of a reaction to your words.

And yet there was nothing.

No hurt, no pain, no remorse- nothing.

“I have been busy (y/n).”

“No shit.” You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. He turned to face you fully then, his brows set in a crease so deep you were sure it was giving him a headache.

“What do you want from me? I still have to work. I still have to go out and do my job. Not all of us get to stay home all day and play housewife with the High Lady.” He spit, and his words were laced with so much venom that you flinched. You couldn't even form a rebuttal; you were so astounded by his tone.

You two had had spats over the years but never had he raised his voice at you, never had he tried to hurt you with his words. What did you want from him?

What did you want from him?

Him.

You wanted him back.

“I want to know why it feels like I am sitting by your grave BEGGING for the gods to give you back - and yet… And yet here you are in front of me Azriel.” Your voice was a harsh whisper, those damned tears itching to spill again. It shook and wavered, not at all as strong as you intended for it to be.

“I dont know.” Was all he offered in reply. His arms were crossed and his shoulders were squared, wings pulled in tight.

“You dont know?”

“No. I dont.”

You nodded, a sharp frown overtaking your features. You pushed off of the counter, and moved towards the door. Your approach had him skidding backwards, a reaction that made you visibly take a step back.

Sucking in a breath you glanced at him wide eyed. Azriel looked away, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

“Well when you figure it out, feel free to find me I guess.”

And with a final glance at the love of your life you pushed past him and left the kitchen.

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He had never wanted to hurt you. Had never wanted to see you that visibly upset with him. The utter defeat in the words you spoke as you left him there carved out a hole in his demeanor. Knocked him right off the rung he had been perched on so precariously for the past six months.

The shadowsinger had been walking a fine line of losing his mind and keeping it together and that little discussion had pushed him utterly over the edge.

He had tried stroking the bond hours after you left, only to find a cold and empty plane on the other side. A feeling he now knew you had been getting used to for the last half of the year.

Perched on the roof of the house of wind he watched as the sun sank below the mountain range and the stars you so dearly loved began to paint the sky.

For the first time in twenty years of knowing you he wondered what you were doing.

Wondered because he was not privy to the information for the first time in two decades. This knowledge left him feeling cold somehow, emptier than he had ever been.

It was a Sunday and usually on Sunday nights you were curled up in front of the hearth with a book in hand, smiling gently at him as he urged you to pay attention to him for ‘just two seconds please’. You would always let him have his way, would set the book down and play with his hair or read whatever tale it was aloud to him.

Sundays had always been his favorites.

And yet he hadn't spent a sunday at home with you in damn near 183 days. The war with Hybern had left him torn between two lives. The utterly broken and destroyed part of him that existed long before you had, when he was just a kid fighting a battle they were never really supposed to win. And the other half of him was a man who had fought tirelessly to protect the people he loved. This war had left him changed, cold. His nights were fitful and restless, often ending in nightmares and dreams so foul that he would watch the sun rise and set a few times before he thought of sleeping again.

He hadn't wanted you to see that.

Azriel had wanted to be strong for you when the war ended. Had wanted to be able to be your pillar of comfort and solace on the nights when you couldn't sleep, and yet he couldn't even console himself.

He had failed you by doing what he thought was best for you. Had shut you out in an attempt to keep you blind to the horrors he had been facing, when all you wanted was for him to let you in.

He tugged on the bond again.

No reply. Not even a whisper of a reply.

The shadow singer laid down on the hard clay and stared at the sky. Wondering what you were doing on a Sunday night, utterly alone as he had made you.

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Pacing.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Pacing.

Thats what you were doing on a Sunday night, utterly alone as he had made you.

You had felt the bond grow taut, not once, but twice and had not deigned a reply. You were angry, confused at best. Groveling had never been a habit of yours, and the spymaster knew as much.

This was his mess to fix, his wrong to right because you had tried. You had been trying for months. Tried to seduce, to speak, to hold, to console. And nothing had been returned. Not a hint of emotion nor reaction other than an impassive gaze here or there.

Glancing at the clock you sighed, two AM. The river house had gone to sleep several hours before, and not a peep was heard throughout her halls. One glance and the warm blaze of the fireplace was extinguished and you were padding upstairs to your room.

You crawled into the familiar chill of your sheets and rolled to face the open window. Distantly the lights in the house of wind glowed with ever bright liveliness. You watched them until your eyes grew too heavy to stay open.

And you waited.

Waited for the bed to dip and him to wrap his arms around you and beg you to listen to him for just two seconds.

But the dip never came, and no arms circled around you as you drifted into sleep.

There was nothing but the twinkling of lights and the gentle sounds of the sidra humming you a lullaby. The only comfort you had known in 133 days.

Nothing but twinkling lights and a gentle hum.

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