#kallias imagine

[vee-nvs]

SEARCHING…: QUALITY TIME

🏷 — CASSIAN X READER, KALLIAS X READER, ERIS X READER, TARQUIN X READER, FEYRE X READER, MOR X READER, EMERIE X READER

📍 — their love language is quality time

🔖 — cursing, unestablished relationship, (excepet for eris), gn!reader (you/ your pronous), kallias and his bad jokes, some writing mistakes since english isn't my first language, pining,

I. CASSIAN

“oh! look at that one, cass! looks exactly like a rabbit.”

“a rabbit? no, it’s a… oh, shit, i see it!”

you felt warmness in your chest, giggling like a child at the male by your side. you felt like a child, no worries in mind as you were lying down in the grass and watching the clouds.

after the war, you felt like you deserved it. cassian deserved it. hell, the whole prythian deserved sunny days like those, not too hot nor too cold – just the perfect weather to be outside.

cassian felt his heart skip a beat as he saw you smiling, the sun light illuminating you even if the sunshade protect your faces from it. you looked gorgeous - there was no makeup, no nice clothing and the gentle wind had messed your hair. it's not that cassian didn't like it when you were all dolled up - please, he also loved it too -, however now you looked pretty in a different way. you looked comfortable - at home, he would dare to say - by his side. did you notice the bond? had it cliked into place for you as well? or did you see him just as a friend and that was the main reason you were so comfortable by his side?

“that one is a cow.” he said, trying to block the questions that were popping in his mind.

“a cow? no way, it's a horse"

II. KALLIAS

"he must lie a lot, this snowman of yours" kallias said right after you put the carrot on the face.

"what?! why?"

"he has such a big nose." you rolled your eyes at his lame joke, turning back to the snowman to put on the rocks he would've for eyes.

it was a cold afternoon, but it wasn't unnusual at all in the winter court. kallias had been on meeting with local lords and decided to take walk after it ended to relax. it was a coincidence that he found you building a snowman in the forest.

“you look stressed”

“why do you think i look stressed?” he asked, surprised you had notice how he felt just by looking at his direction. kallias liked to think he was good at hiding his emotions.

“your shoulders are tense.” you told him as you kneeled down to get more snow “maybe this will help.”

thud

kallias was trying to process the last 10 seconds. you just threw a snowball at him, hitting his chest, and now you were laughing. for the mother, be loved your laugh.

“your face hahaha… you should’ve seen it!”

“oh, so you it’s war what you want.” he kneeled down, getting a handful of snow.

“wait, ka…” you tried to say between giggles.

“i’ll give you war” he screamed, a smile on his face as he threw the snowball at you. you manage to hide behind your snowman in time and started getting more snow as fast as you could.

III. ERIS

you hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time. you and eris were by the fireplace reading peacefully, as if meeting each other wasn't a threat to your well-being, as if you weren't hiding in a cabin he built close to the autumn border, but in the winter territory to reduce the chances of any of his father's guards coming to get you there.

rationally, eris knew beron wouldn’t do to you what he had done to jesminda, but death wasn't always the worst destiny and his father had many punishments to prove it. and eris wouldn't allow beron to use you as a way to keep him on the line.

and the best way to protect you would definitely be to not see you at all. but eris couldn't help it, he enjoyed your presence way to much to stay way.

"your book must be really boring. you know, since you've been staring at me for a few minutes now."

he chuckled, closing his book as he used an arm to bring you closer to him by your waist.

"so must be yours if you noticed it."

"it's hard to concetrate when you're staring at me like that." you rolled your eyes before turning back to your to your book, while snuggling at eris' chest.

he moved his hand to embrace your waist and kissed you on your temple. his moves certanly didn't reflect his thougths - he needed to kill beron, as quickly as possible, because it was getting harder and harder to stay way from you.

IV. TARQUIN

“am i doing this right?”

“yes… no, not really.”

“fuck, i suck at this” tarquin hissed, walking away from you to sit back on the floor, his back against the wall.

you asked the musicians that were there if they could do a brief pause, giving you and the high lord a minute by yourselves.

“‘m sorry, i’m wasting your time.” tarquin gulped as you sat by his side. “i’m never going to learn all those dances.”

“look, my lord…”

“tarquin. you can just call me tarquin” he interrupted you.

you had been teaching him dance for weeks now and tarquin would be lying if he said he didn’t develop a interest in you. the possibility of becoming high lord never crossed his mind, but now here he was, having to learn even more things, with most of his tutors treating him like a child that knew nothing. it wasn’t his fault that he was brought under the mountain too young to learn most things.

however, you were always patient with him - probably because you were just as young as him, and not almost a century older like his other tutors - and it made tarquin grew some affection towards you, always going to your classes and wanting to do good to impress you.

he enjoyed spending time with you - even if he was embarrassing himself with his lack of ability.

“ok, tarquin” you smiled “all high lords learn those dances. all of them. and you’re a lot brighter than the ones i’ve met. so, please, trust me when i say you’re fully capable of doing this.”

tarquin felt his cheeks burning. yes, he definitely was. even more with you as his tutor.

V. FEYRE

“so, like this?” you asked as you passed the paint-brush in the canvas, a light blue line appearing.

“uh-hm, you just don’t have to hold it so tight. you’ll hurt your hand.”

“sorry, i’m just nervous. are you sure we should be using a canvas already? wouldn’t it be better to start of in, i don’t know, paper?”

feyre laughed, a sweet laugh that didn’t make you think she was making fun of you. she found you endearing, to be honest, and was really happy that you came to her to learn how to paint.

“if you want to learn how to paint on paper, that’s fine. but the painting process can be different depending on where you are doing it.”

“oh, ok” you spoke before turning back to the canvas.

feyre felt her heart beat faster. you were alone in her studio and you were siting really close to her, so close she could smell your perfume and had to hold back the urge to put a lock of hair that was in your face behind your ear. maybe you wouldn’t think much of her actions, maybe you would see it as just a friendly thing, but feyre didn’t want to risk it.

you were such a good friend. she met you under the mountain and you had stick together since then. you had seen her at her worst and still befriended her. how couldn’t she fall in love?

but feyre was afraid of losing you, she couldn’t ruin such an amazing friendship by asking you out.

so she would just enjoy every second of the time you gave her, be it by teaching you how to paint, dacing in the rita or chatting late at night when the memories of under the mountain wouldn’t let any of you sleep.

she would enjoy it for as long as she co nould.

VI. MOR

"and then he just sent her away! back to him!" mor hissed. she was furious at her coussin for sending feyre, his mate and her friend, back to the spring court.

"oh, mor..." you said, patting her arm "i... i'm so sorry. and totally agree with you, but rhys is not that dumb, i think it's safe to say he wouldn't do it unless he was 100% sure she would be save. he might have a thing for self sacrifice, but i don't think it extends to his mate."

mor forced a giggle at your statement. she knew you were right, but the recent events still played in her head, together with the image of how feyre was when she went inside that mansion to save her.

but the blonde was feeling better - you had this effect on her, somehow always making her feel better, more optimistc, even when she didn't feel like it was possible.

"we can stay here. play somethin’ and chill instead of going to the rita's, if you prefer" you suggested, already getting rid of your shoes.

"well, do you have wine?" she asked, smiling.

you giggled, but didn't answer, just getting up and into the kitchen, only to come back with a bottle of her favorite wine.

"for the mother, y/n you're the best!"

and mor truly believed that. she had met many great people - and just as many terrible - but you stood out. you always manage to make her feel happier, at home. so she was always looking for excuses to spend more time with you, sometimes she would wait outside your working place for the end of your office hour so you could go out together. hell, even cassian had taken note of how much she enjoyed your company.

however, morrigan had no idea if you had got a glimpse of her true feelings, of how much she liked you as more than just a friend. there were times, after a few glasses of wine, that she had gotten so close to kissing you or spitting her feelings that she was certain there were no way you didn't know about how she felt. but, at the same time, you never treated her any different - neither less nor more than good friends.

and mor wasn't sure if she would be able to keep the act for much longer.

VII. NESTA

nesta would likely never admit it to anyone - even if she wasn't trying to hide it at the same time -, but you were the only good thing at her life at the moment.

and yes, the nightmares of being throw inside the cauldron were horrible, but the ones about losing you were just as bad.

"for the mother, nes. this place is a mess!" you pointed out after entering her apartment. she was laying in the sofa after having yet another nightmare that left her sheets soaked in sweat and tears.

"i know, sorry" she tried to get up to go to you, but she felt dizzy and had to sit again.

"when was the last time you ate?"

"yesterday. i just woke up."

"and when exactly was that?"

"...i had lunch."

"nes!"

"it was a late lunch, ok?"

"ok, this can wait." you, said, leaving the pile of clothes you got from the floor in the sofa, besides her, holding her hand instead and helping her to get up.

"let's go have some breakfast."

nesta changed in a clean dress quickly before following you out of her place. you walked slowly by her side, making small talk as nesta tried to pay attettion to every word that left your month, but sometimes she would get distrected by the way the wind would blow your hair, your how your skin shined in the morning sun. nesta always though the children of the blessed were stupid, delussional to idolize such malicious beings as the fae. however, when she looked at you, she could understand them - she also felt like you deserved to be idolized.

but you were different, you were good and cared for her without making her feel like she was in dept for that. and she was even more sure of it as you got to the coffee shop and pointed some breads that could be of her liking.

at first, nesta didn't feel like talking - she was still sleepy and hungry. but after sitting down to eat, she started telling you about the last time she saw feyre and how much of a disaster it was and how it had been a month since elain went to see her, not showing any interest of being in her presence.

and every time she made eye contact with you, seeing no sing of judgment or boredom in your face, she was even more certain about her feelings.

and when she asked your opinion, and you told her you didn't agree 100% with her behavior, but could see why she act the way she did - being understanding of her mistakes and trying to explain how she could do different without invalidating her feelings. that was when she knew she was in love with you for sure.

maybe beeing an immortal being wasn't that bad if it meant she had more time with you.

VIII. EMERIE

"i'm so mad at you"

"mad?! you should be forever grateful" emerie laughed at your comment.

she gave you one of her favorites books for your birthday, insisting you just had to read it. it took you a week to read it and now you were both at your house, talking about the plot and the characters over dinner.

"i mean, yes i kind am, but i also wish i had read it slower, you know? i already miss the characters."

"that's why i gave you your own copy instead of boring you mine, so now you can reread it whenever you want."

"the mother really blessed me with such a smart friend, didn't she?" you said rollling your eyes, making emerie laugh again. "kind wish she would also bless me by allowing me to have someone love me as much as the love interest love the protagonist."

emerie tried not to look so bothered by your statement. the truth was, she could love you like that, make you feel desired like that. but she wasn't sure if you wanted her to want you like that. you never gave any sign of seeing her as more than just a friend as she was away to scared to confess and risk losing you completily.

"by the way, that's why i'm mad at you" you said again, taking her out of her line of thoughts. "how am i supossed to date any real person after meeting such amazing characters?"

"hahahaha, yeah, nesta said the same."

"oh, by the way, how are the training?"

"it's hell, honestly." emerie started talking about funny moments of the training and updating you on how things had been between nes and cassian.

"god, she's so luck."

"did you hear me say she had to do run around the training area like, 50 times? that's not what i'd call lucky, personaly."

"no, i'm not talking about this." you laughed "i've never met the guy, but by the way you and gwyn talk about his interaction with nes, i feel like he looks at her like those men from the books look at the protagonists."

"for the cauldron, you are such a helpless romantic."

"am not!" you disagreed, laughing again.

emerie felt like she could drown in your laugh, die and be brought back to life. if only you noticed that you also had someone look at you like those characters from the books...

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[marvelsmylife]

What if

Azriel was oblivious to the fact that you were his mate and followed Elain like a lost puppy until she finally accepted the mating bond with Lucien. He didn’t realize you were his mate until you announced that you were leaving the night court because Kallias asked you to move to the winter court and be high lady of his court (Viviane doesn’t exist in this story). Will he fight for his mate or let her live her life in the winter court.

I haven’t seen enough people talking about Kallias on here as much so I decided to incorporate him in this story. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in this story.

#acotar imagine #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x you #kallias x reader

[queercontrarian]

Kallias (but female)

i based kallias's clothing off of traditional sámi clothing. the sámi people are indigenous to the scandinavian countries like norway, sweden and finland.

#sámi in norway are also being majorly fucked over by energy companies rn #so like #check your energy provider bc “green energy” can still be built on injustice and disrespect #it's not just the us #its's also the “progressive” countries #anyways #can you imagine kallias and viviane as a lesbian couple #i need that like yesterday #winter court

[fourteentrout]

Stupid Acotar High Lords Headcanons

Based on vibes alone, no explanation, sorry about the blatant objectification

Rhys: Best ass

Tamlin: Best tits

Helion: Best thighs

Tarquin: Best abs

Kallias: Best hair

Thesan: Best back

Beron Eris: Best waist/hips

#sorry beron #but u r genuinely the worst #u dont get best anything #acotar #acotar headcanons #high lords #high lords of prythian #also backs are definitely sexy #and i think for some reason thesan would have the sexiest #i can imagine him being like aw man i wish i had wings like u #unnamed peregryn lover #and his lover being like #i dont #why would you wanna cover up all of this #if anyone actually wants explanations tho id be happy to give them #rhys #tamlin #helion #tarquin #kallias #thesan #eris #beron #a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses headcanons

[greatprotector-if]

tagged by @stephschoices to make ocs in this picrew (thank you very much for the tag 🥺) so i decided to modernify the cast <3 tagging @skinandscales-if but noooo pressure!!! also warning for a little teensy tiny splash of blood

#so weird to see kallias in PANTS. i have only ever imagined them in robes or dresses #i did this on rly low brightness the skintones are Not accurate that's my bad 😭 #tag game

[orcelito]

Thinking of playing Kallias again. This is turning into me affectionately calling him Catman Jesus

This is probably going to continue even into the game

#speculation nation #my dnd character Kallias is a divine soul sorcerer. and also a cat shifter. #and FUNCTIONALLY his role for his goddess is similar to what jesus is #except imagine if there's a family line of jesuses. one per generation. someone there to be the Representative Of God #or whatever lol #it really is only vaguely similar to jesus. but it's enough. for me to call him Catman Jesus. #it's also important to know that Catman Jesus is horribly stupid. a massive hedonist. and a total slut. #he is sexy as hell and he's just here to have fun. and he HATES how many responsibilities he has #and thus. why he is currently on the run lol. cant force him into the family tradition if u cant find him!!!! #he is a Man Of The Cloth (kind of) and also has a habit of visiting the local brothel. normal religion things. #he's got a lot of depth & i love him very much. and i'll enjoy the chance to play him again. #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me play him for more than 3 sessions 😭😭😭😭😭 #my past 2 attempts to play him Both ended after 3 sessions. pls i love him so much 😭 #kallias #oc shit #Yea. ❤ #the thing tonight is an intro thing for the dnd im getting into. hellll yea

[munsons-hellfire]

Broken | Azriel

SUMMARY: You thought Eris would be your mate, he felt like home. But that was just an illusion of what your heart wanted. Azriel, he was your home, your mate, your everything. He showed you how to heal after feeling so broken.

PAIRINGS: Azriel x Kallias!Sister Reader (Past Eris Vanserra x Kallias!Sister Reader)

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, smut with a plot, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, mentions of abuse (eris is sort of a villain in this), nightmares, angst, fluff, a happy ending.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one-shot is based around Broken by Isak Danielson. It's recommended to listen to this song while reading at least the beginning. It's been a while since writing smut, so I don't know how I feel about this. I hope you enjoy it regardless. I love writing for Azriel.

WORD COUNT: 4.6K

You loved Eris Vanserra more than words could describe. He was everything you needed in a partner. He helped you at your worst and you did the same for him. You had left your home court in the Winter Court. Your brother Kallias was against it, fearing what might happen to you at the hands of Beron. But Eris assured him (even if Kallis didn’t believe or trust him) that you’d be safe and under his protection.

You also told your brother that you’d be able to protect yourself having also been gifted with ice manipulation like him. He gave you the go ahead so long as you kept in touch and saw him whenever you could get a chance. You agreed. You only wished that you had listened to the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that screamed danger.

During that time you feel more deeply in love with Eris, you truly couldn’t imagine a life without him and prayed to the Cauldron that he was your mate. But everyday there was no lingering feeling that he was anything more than a lover that would eventually leave you in the dust for someone else, someone better. His mate, whomever they might be.

As you progressed further into the ways of the Autumn Court, the dynamics started to change. Beron berated you every chance he got, and that included how you used your power in a place where it wasn’t welcome. When Eris wouldn’t stand up for you to his father you understood that maybe he really didn’t feel the way you felt about him.

Maybe there truly was no love between you two and he was just putting on a show. Then it hit you, he was using you for an alliance with your brother. And while it stung to be used like that you were still stuck by Eris’ side, holding out on hope that maybe just maybe he’d change his ways. Lucien Vanserra was the first real friend you made in a long time.

He was your platonic soulmate and you were his. Neither of you could be separated from each other unless the other was rushed with threats of injury. A few years after you had become friends with the younger Vanserra son, you met Azriel when he had been spying on the Court. He showed up on your land, by a house that Eris had built for the two of you but mostly for you.

Your first reaction upon seeing him was to shoot ice his way. When the first shadow touched your skin, ignoring his master. You were shocked to say the least, no words could be uttered out of your mouth. Then a few more came towards you, swimming around your body like you were made for them. Azriel was struck hard with the gold string tying around his heart and tying to you. A stranger.

But when he heard the giggles leave your lips, he knew that he would never want to leave. He was hooked on the sounds that left your lips. His world was struck upside down when you told him that you lived here with Eris, someone you hoped would be your husband one day. At that moment he realized two things, two things that hurt him deeply. The first being that the bond hadn’t snapped for you. The second being that you were happy and in love with someone else.

Someone that wasn’t him, he vowed from that day forward to only be a friend to you. He didn’t want to step in the way of your happiness with the heir to the Autumn throne. Azriel however didn’t realize just how much that would bite him in the ass later on. As the years went on you started to drift away from Eris as he did the same thing. The arguments had gotten worse.

Books, paper, anything that could be picked up by hands was always thrown around but it never hit you and you never let him get hit by your destruction. But things blurred when your powers as well as his got involved. You both had injured each other badly. You left a frozen trail along his body, while he left scorch marks across yours. Though you were worse for tare. With barely any love left to give to you, he discarded you like a pile of dirt.

Your burnt body was dropped off at the Night Court. Lucien had insisted that you’d be taken care of there though Eris didn’t care much of what happened to you. Cassian had been the one to find you unconscious in the Hewn City, merely by pure luck. Had he not made a stop there to check on everything at hand so he could report back to his High Lord. When he came across your body he had remembered the way Az had talked about you.

But as he looked down at your body he knew you were not the same female that Azriel had been talking about. Picking you up bridal style he had flown you to his home. He had called Rhysand explaining what had happened and who he had in his arms. Though at the time he didn’t know you were in fact the Princess of the Winter Court. Azriel was there when Cassian arrived. You were still unconscious but you could feel something tugging in your chest, something that allowed you to hold on.

Azriel had been by your side through your recovery. He had watched Rhysand name you as his emissary for the Night Court. He was there when the nightmares of Eris killing you in cold blood consumed your mind, consumed your sleep. He was there to help you get over the brute of the male. Azriel was by your side when he had learned that you were the princess of the Winter Court. Once again he was by your side when you told your brother that you had found a new home in the Night Court.

It was a place far better than the Autumn, a place you never wished to go back to. Then everything changed, and just when you thought you were finally starting to move on from Eris, you had begged Rhys to let you go with him to Amarantha’s party. If you’d known the risks, you never would’ve asked him to allow you to travel with him. Over the span of 49 years you were trapped Under the Mountain.

Beron and Eris made your life a living hell, something you couldn’t escape. Amarantha was worse, the female did not like you in the least. She forced you to sleep around with any of the males that needed a release. At first you struggled, you were lucky enough to have Rhysand there as well as access to your brother. But it didn’t help as much as you thought it would.

By the end of Amarantha’s reign of terror you were broken again. Rhys winnowed the two of you back to Velaris, his own truth escaping his lips while you wrapped your hands around your body and refused to let anyone touch you. The only touch you had truly accepted had been Azriel’s shadows. The next few months were spent healing yourself again. Moving on from everything that happened in the Mountain, including the things Eris had managed to slip in.

When Feyre came around she was just as broken as you if not more broken. You were a ghost just like her, and it was clear that Rhysand was not only worried about her but he was worried about you too. Azriel however was the first you allowed to help. A particular nightmare of Eris hurting you had woken you up. Had caused you to run to the bathroom to expel what little food you had eaten the day before. Azriel was there in the bathroom rubbing your back softly.

“It’s ok, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, but his touch terrified you. However you were too lost in your own mind to even say something to him. When you were done you laid down on the floor and cried. For the first time in a very long time you let everything you were feeling out.

“I feel so broken.” You whispered through the cries that left your throat.

Azriel shook his head, then he lied down next to you. His hazel eyes stared straight at your tear stained eyes. “You are a lot stronger than you think, Y/N. You just have to find a way out of what’s broken you and become a better version of yourself.” Azriel said, reaching his pinky finger out to grab a hold of your pinky.

“What if I can’t move past it?”

“You can. I know you can.”

Those words were enough encouragement to get through everything that had happened. To grow with what has happened to you and to not let it weigh you down. You were finally making progress, healing yourself from everything Eris had done, from what had happened Under the Mountain. You were not as broken as you once had been. It crashed down when war rose on the horizon. Hybern was going to destroy everything.

When Azriel had been hurt in the war something changed inside you. It hadn’t quite been the snap of the bond that connected your soul to his but it had been a start. You were by his side when he was injured. But you didn’t get close enough to touch him. His shadows moved around his body, one near you. One shadow was always near you and you didn’t understand why. Everything that had happened between you and Azriel never made sense until it finally did.

After defeating Hybern you had struggled with the things you’d seen on the battlefield, including Cassian’s injuries and watching Feyre cry out for her mate. You don’t know why you did it but your eyes found Azriel. A gasp left your mouth as the High Lords had brought Rhys back. Tears fell from your eyes and you lifted your hand to your chest as the gold thread tied you to the shadowsinger. In the aftermath of everything that happened you stood in your tent. Lucien walked in, glancing at you. He noticed that you were on your bed and hadn’t moved at all since coming back.

“Are you ok?” He asked, kneeling down in front of you.

“Azriel. He’s my mate.” Saying the words out loud made it more real. You needed to talk to Azriel, you needed to understand why he’d spend all this time with you but never told you about the bond.

“Would you like me to find him?” You stared down at Lucien, smiling softly at the male and his kindness. No matter what had happened between you and him it had never come between your friendship.

“Please.” It was a broken whisper that left your mouth as you continued to stare at him.

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” You watched silently as Lucien stood from the mud and walked out of your tent to find your mate. Seconds seemed to pass and suddenly Azriel was standing in your tent with Lucien right behind him. You didn’t look at Azriel, your eyes stayed on Lucien. He gave a nod and walked back out of the tent allowing you your privacy with Azriel.

“Lucien said you needed me? Are you ok?” He asked, there was a seriousness in his voice.

“I’m fine.” However you paused and lowered your head. “Well, no, actually I’m not.”

He was in front of you before you had a chance to react, he was so close. His scarred hands reached out to grab yours hesitantly. You reacted by pulling yours away from him. Not because you didn’t want to feel his touch but right now you needed the truth.

“What’s wrong?” He said harshly, as a cold look fell onto his face. He was quick to hide the hurt that had washed across his face.

“How-” You stopped yourself to catch the tears that were threatening to fall down your face. Finally you took a inhale and exhaled. “How long have you known I was your mate?” Shock crossed his face as he looked at you.

“Y-You know?” That was further proof that he had known for a long time.

“It snapped for me when Rhys was resurrected. I looked at you, and I felt that thread. You knew, you knew that I had been looking for a mate and all this time it was you.” You stood up and he stood up with you. You moved closer to him and poked his chest. “You didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known? Please, I need to know.”

Azriel released a sigh, he moved to your bed and sat down. Briefly running his hands through his black hair. You loved everything about him, and now that you knew he was your mate you were so excited, but you had to contain yourself until he explained everything. Finally he started speaking.

“Do you remember when I was spying on the Autumn Court and I had accidently found your cabin?” Azriel asked, as his hazel eyes found yours. You nodded, walking around the room and picking up some bread that you hadn’t eaten yet.

“I do. I remember it like it was yesterday.” You smiled, sitting down next to him. Even then, even before you knew he was your mate you always felt a tug towards him. It was different from what you’d felt at the time for Eris. But you chose to ignore it, so afraid of what might come from it.

“I landed on your porch and you opened the door, because you thought it was the princeling. My shadows, they wouldn’t listen to me when I told them not to touch you. But they did, and I was holding my breath because I was afraid that you wouldn’t like them.” He paused, just as one of his shadows moved to wrap around your leg. “But then you laughed, and suddenly I wanted to hear it every day, I wanted to hear the giggles that came from your mouth every day. And the bond snapped. I felt it in my chest, I felt it tie me to a stranger, someone I didn’t know anything about.”

He paused again, “I’m sensing a but.” You commented, causing him to chuckle and nod.

“There were two things I was certain of before I left. One: that you didn’t feel the bond, two: that you were happy and in love with someone else and I couldn’t ruin that. I didn’t want to ruin your happiness. But then Eris left you at our court and I wanted to kill him for what he’d done to you. Rhys, and Cass had to talk me out of it and they did. I couldn’t tell you then because you were healing yourself. So I was there for you as a friend, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to force you on it especially when you were still dealing with what happened between you and Eris.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you had to go through that, that you had to see me be happy with another male. I’m sorry.” Azriel shifted on the makeshift bed, he brought his hands to your face and stared at you.

“No, you don’t need to apologize for this. I would go through this over and over if it was the same outcome. I wouldn’t change any of it.” His words were nothing more than a whisper. You smiled and gave him a nod. You knew what you wanted to do.

“I’ll be right back.” You said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

You stood from the bed and left the Illyrian male confused in your tent. There was some food nearby, under another tent. You felt eyes on you as you walked towards it to grab some bread. When you looked up you saw your friends staring at you. They all had bright smiles plastered to their faces, knowing very well what you were about to go do.

In truth you knew you should probably wait, but the reality of what could happen tomorrow, or the next day, or years from now was more of a reason to give him the bread. You knew the moment that Azriel had stuck around to help you through your darkest moments that you loved him. There was no hesitation in this. Rhys walked up to you, he gave you a nod.

“I’d like to have a mating ceremony when we get back to Velaris.” You whispered.

“Consider it done.”

“Thank you.”

Rhys stepped away allowing you to head back in the direction you’d come from. When you entered the tent Azriel stood in the center of the tent staring at your hand. You couldn’t keep the smile that had graced your lips away.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, stepping towards you.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Az.” You heard him suck in a breath when you admitted that. “I was afraid to admit it to myself because for a long time I truly felt broken. I felt that I didn’t deserve your love and I tried to hide from that. But knowing what I know now, I can’t do that to myself anymore, nor you. When we get back home, we’ll have a mating ceremony in front of our friends. But for now, I think this privacy will work for me if it works for you.”

You felt the gold bond humming inside you as Azriel stepped towards you. “I don’t care where we are as long as I can make you mine.” He said, possessively.

“Then eat the bread.”

That was all he needed. Azriel snatched the bread from your hand and proceeded to take a bite from it. The bond was shining brighter. When he swallowed the bite of food he dropped the bread to the ground and placed his hands on your hips pulling you against him. His lips found purchase on yours. It was a rough kiss but you didn’t mind it. Azriel slowly started to walk you back towards the makeshift bed.

His fingers grasped your leathers and started to pull them off. You lifted your arms allowing your top half to be fully exposed to him. His hands gripped your breasts, while he left a trail of kisses down your throat. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples and he sucked it into his mouth between those lips. Azriel’s free hand found your other breast and squeezed it, tugging at the nipple. A moan escaped your lips, the shadowsinger smirked at you when he pulled back.

Gently he laid you down on the makeshift bed and proceeded to help you remove the rest of your leathers. He followed behind only removing his leathers from the top half. You groaned at the sight of his toned chest. Azriel hoovered above you, his lips connecting back to your mouth for another kiss. Then he pulled away, moving his lips down your body until he was close to your core. You lifted your head slightly, lust filled eyes staring straight at Azriel.

He stuck his tongue out, leaned closer and licked a strip from your entrance up to your clit before he sucked the bud into his mouth. A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands reached out grabbing a hold of Azriel’s locks. His scarred finger pushed into your entrance, while his tongue glided along your folds. He added another finger inside of you then curled those fingers hitting that sweet spot inside you.

Another moan left your lips, and your fingers tightened on his hair pulling at it. Your arousal coated his fingers when he pulled them out. Azriel quickly shoved them back in bringing you closer to your first orgasm.

“Your cunt is going to feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled over your pussy causing you to whimper at the words that left his mouth.

“Az.” You whisper-moaned. He only smirked hearing his name come out of your mouth. “So close.”

“Cum on my fingers, sweetheart.” He only smirked and quickened his pace.

His fingers moved quicker, and he sucked your clit back into his mouth. You were clenching around his fingers as your orgasm hit you, moan after moan leaving your mouth. You threw your head back feeling nothing but utter bliss as your orgasm crashed onto you. Azriel removed his fingers from your cunt and placed them in his mouth liking your juices clean off them.

Azriel leaned over you again and placed a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on him and it brought a smile to your face. The way you felt currently, you never felt with Eris. You sent your love and affection down the bond as you flipped Azriel so he was on his back. He stared up at you as you hovered over him.

“My turn.” You whispered breathlessly.

He smiled at you, watching as you wrapped your fingers around the waistband of his leathers and pulled the pants down. You watched with hungry eyes as his cock sprang free from the confines. He was big, but you were on a mission so you’d make him fit. Once his remaining clothes were off you gripped his cock in your hand. Azriel bucked his hips when you started to tug on his cock.

Sticking your tongue out you licked from his base all the way to the red angry tip at the top. Then you took the tip into your mouth, sucking on it gently at first. You heard Azriel moan as you pushed more of his cock into your mouth. You couldn’t fit all of him in so you gripped the rest with your hand. Pulling your mouth back you pulled just until the tip was barely in your mouth. Then you moved back down on his length.

Azriel reached his scarred hands forward, grasping a hold of your hair and holding it up away from your face so he could watch you take his cock into your mouth. You quickened your pace while your free hand moved down to cup his balls. A dark groan came from his lips, he threw his head back feeling closer to his impending orgasm. But he didn’t want to cum in your mouth. Azriel pulled you off his cock, and you looked at him with a sad look.

“As much as I want to cum in your mouth I rather cum in that pretty pussy of yours mate.” He said, pulling you on top of him. You could only smile at him. You grabbed a hold of Azriel’s cock again and rubbed it against your clit, eliciting a moan from the both of you. Finally you pulled his cock to your entrance and slowly you started to push it inside you. “So fucking tight.” He groaned out.

You sat there for a few moments, watching Azriel’s shadows moving around his body and then moving over to yours. A soft moan came from your lips when they touched you. You rested your hands down on his chest while Azriel rested his hands on your hips. He bucked up inside you causing you both to moan again.

Finally you started to move your hips, pulling up till just the tip of his cock was still inside. Then you moved back down the full length of him moving inside of you. Happy, you were so happy. Azriel could see it in your eyes. He took the opportunity and flipped you both back over so he was once again on top of you. His hips started to slam into you, his cock brushing that sweet spot.

Another moan escaped your lips and you reached for Azriel pulling his body closer to yours. Your lips found purchase on his and you kissed him almost like your life depended on it. Like you’d wake up tomorrow and this would be all gone.

“Don’t leave me.” You whispered, trying to move past the tears that wanted to escape in this moment.

“I won’t. I will never ever leave you again.” He said it with another snap of his hips. You clenched around him, feeling another orgasm on its approach. “Cum for me.” He whispered. His shadows continued to swirl around your body.

“Cum with me.” You whispered, staring up at Azriel. He looked back down at you.

Your orgasm hit first blinding pleasure covering your entire body, but Azriel’s followed quickly behind you. You could feel him painting your insides with his release. Azriel rested his forehead against yours, continuing to move inside you until your body calmed down from the orgasm. You sighed and smiled at him.

Azriel removed himself and lied down on the makeshift bed. He pulled you on his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck while his wings and shadows wrapped around the two of you. This was utter bliss to be here at this moment. Azriel pulled the blanket over the two of you while you trailed the tattooed ink in his biceps.

“So what now?” You asked, though you knew what would happen.

“You're mine now. I’m not ever letting you go.” Azriel whispered back.

“Is that a promise?” You’d asked, knowing very well what you were tricking him into.

“Yes it is.” And just like that a bargain marked your body as well as his. Shadows mixed with ice tangled on your collarbone, when you leaned up you could see it on Azriel’s collarbone as well.

“Y/N, your brother is looking for you.” Feyre said, walking into your tent. She stopped in her tracks when she smelled your scent mixed with Azriel’s. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She whispered quickly, turning around but not leaving.

“Can he wait?” You asked, not really wanting to leave the arms of your mate.

“No, he wants to say goodbye before he and Viviane head back to home.” Feyre answered.

“All right, we’ll be out shortly.” You said.

“So, did Az finally tell you that you were mates?” Feyre asked.

“She knew?” You looked at Azriel who a serious look on his face.

“I didn’t know she knew, I guess Rhys probably told her.” Azriel answered.

“He didn’t need to. I figured it out when I saw the two of you interact with each other.”

“Gods, does everyone else know?” You couldn’t hide the smile that was on your face. You really didn’t care if they’d known before you. In the end you’d made the right decision to leave Eris behind because it led you to your mate, it led you to your forever.

“I think so.” Feyre said leaving before you could ask her any more questions.

You rolled your eyes. “I bet that Kallias and Viviane already knew too.”

“I guess you’ll have to ask them.” Azriel smirked and rolled on top of you staring down into your eyes. “I love you, and I’m going to spend forever making sure you know just how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” You paused, staring at his hazel eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less than that. Forever with you sounds nice. It’s a fresh start for me and I couldn’t be more thrilled than to have this fresh start with you by my side, mate.”

“Good.” He kissed you again, but Feyre once again interrupted the moment leaving you to laugh at the angry washing onto Azriel’s face. He had gone from a stranger to the male that helped to make you feel a little less broken in this world, and now he was your mate. That was a promise, a promise that you didn’t want to ever break. You knew it was the happy ending you both deserved.

#reader insert #x reader #azriel x reader #azriel #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #eris vanserra x reader #kallias #kallias acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #feyre archeron #lucien vanserra #Spotify

[readychilledwine]

✨️ACOTAR Thighs✨️

Just Liz giving you her silly thoughts on what her favorite ACOTAR male's thighs look like 💕

Warning - yummy thighs and men ahead.

A/N - The race/skintone of the picked thigh picture does not indicate anything other than the body type I picture when thinking of these characters. Please keep that in mind.

Rhys-

Thanks to @sarawritestories , these are Rhysand's thighs. She thought she was just sending me another attractive professional wrestler, nope. She found Rhysand's thighs. And look! He even has knee pads 💕 extra support and protection for our damaged shadow daddy.

Cassian-

You already know because I posted this already, but he is now Cassian, and those are most definitely Cassian's rideable thighs.

Azriel-

Azriel had slutty thigh muscles, but not as ripped as Cassian or Rhys. He's more trimmed down to maintain speed and stealth mode.

Helion-

These are the thighs of legend that your mother told you to stay away from. 🥴🥴🥴

(Ps - I do not watch rugby that often, I picked on vibes alone. Please don't laugh at me)

Tamlin-

Chest so hard you can Crack a nut on it, and yummy thighs to match

(Plus the birkenstocks scream Tamtam)

Lucien-

I still stand by this. All of it. Replace the blonde with ginger hair, make him a bit more tan, boom, Lucien's body.

@thelov3lybookworm will let me know if I'm close. He is her husband after all 💕

Eris-

Brock O'Hurn doesn't bless us with his legs very often, but when he does, it's delicious. That's how I imagine Eris's thighs are. A yummy surprise wrapped in fine fabrics

Tarquin-

It's only fitting to picture Tarquin with an Olympic swimmer's body

Jurian-

Jurian (when he isn't busy being an eyeball) totally has thickem thighs. It's all the work he does as a general coming through.

Kallias-

Kallias is slept on. He 100% has thighs and a dump truck to match. He'd have to in order to pull Viv. Think baseball guy legs 🫠

#acotar #acotar headcanons #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #azriel acotar #tamlin acotar #eris acotar #lucien acotar #tarquin acotar #helion acotar #kallias acotar

[sapchat]

Ways to add simple little details to Prythian in your stories!

For the Autumn Court this one is basic and many people use it: Males gift their fiancées, wives, mates fox kits as a symbol of their love and good luck with the relationship. To make it sadder, Beron never did this for Lady A, so when Eris found out about this tradition he got his mom one!

For the Dawn Court: Like how the night court Illyrians put the women down, what if the Dawn Court was the opposite and the Peregryn females would put the males down. In the real world male birds are held to a high standard for breeding, I feel like Peregryn instincts would cause this and it just gives more to a story than the females constantly being the abused. Also they’re stomach/side sleepers. I talk more about this below with the night court just to not repeat myself.

Day Court is full of bastards. You can NOT convince me that it isn’t. Helion is laying the fucking pipe like he’s discovered oil. And the reason I feel this is because of @florencemtrash ‘s story “The Shadow and the Inkbird” (also it’s really good go read it if you haven’t) where the MFC is Helions bastard, and meets Lucien and instantly realizes that they’re halfsiblings. And I was like ya know the Day Court is probably like Game of Thrones Dorne. Dorne is know for their bastards almost every persons name in that city is ‘Sand’ because they’re all bastards basically. So I just KNOW that Helion probably has other kids than just Lucien. And everyone in that court is fucking.

Summer Court has mermaids. It’s basic, it’s simple and it’s true. There’s mermaids.

Night Court, listen we already now a lot about the Nigh Court but this pertains to Illyrian’s so I feel it’s different. They’re stomach/side sleepers. They are. You can’t tell me that two massive wing sticking out of your back would allow you to lay on your back. It can’t be comfortable. Like have you ever tried sleeping with like a ponytail/claw clip in? It ain’t nice. Now imagine it with two that sit right beside your shoulder blades and the clips are like 3ft long? Idk how long the base would be but like probably pretty fucking long to allow actual flight capabilities. Also when they sleep on their side they just have their wings straight out, now like laying on one and the other out. They’ve got big ass beds for a reason spread out. (Cassian fully takes up a bed like star fish style just on his stomach. Nesta is sick of it.)

Spring Court, during the Spring Equinox the High Lord chooses someone to dress up and hand out spring gifts to family’s (usually kids). When Tamlin became High Lord he appointed himself to do so. During this time Tamlin also gives many of the less fortunate families something they can later use for the Tithe.

Winter Court puts on a celebration for the children called Three Kings Day. Family’s with children are welcomed to the castle(? Do they have castles…?) and the bakers leave a cake outside the doors of the family, inside the cakes (this is a real thing from Puerto Rico/France/Spain too btw, the cake is called la galette des rois (Kings Cake)) are toys/coins. Whichever children find them get to wear a crown for the day and called Kings/Queens (Kallias started the tradition that all kids get to do this, he’s a softy).

#acotar #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #a court of frost and starlight #acofas #a court of wings and ruin #acotar x you #acotar x oc #acotar x y/n #acotar x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar #acotar tamlin #acotar feyre #tamlin acotar #acotar headcanons #helion x reader #kallias acotar #Helion acotar #Beron acotar #Tarquin acotar #thesan acotar #acotar writing #acotar fanart #acotar theory #acotar rhysand

[erisvansserra]

The Witch and The Viper | Eris x Reader

A/N: hey guys, this is a random account I made so I can post my fanfics without stress hahaha.

Story will be based in the middle of ACOWAR. y/n is kallias’ daughter from a one nightstand he had years prior to meeting his mate, she lives in winter with her father but travels prythian to learn more about the other courts. This will be a slow burn story, not really enemies to lovers but eris does do some stupid stuff that pisses y/n off later.

Annyyyways, I’ve changed soommme things in the OG story. I hope you enjoy this series xx (if you want to message me feel free I need other people to talk to about ACOTAR)

Triggers ( dead parent, mentions of abuse, scars )

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It was a brisk winter morning when y/n started her patrol of the winter court border, a fresh blanket of snow crunched under her bare feet as she tiptoed on the cusp of Autumn.

As per her usual morning routine, she passed Eris Vanserra on his horse with two other high fae, as he too, did his morning patrol. Their eyes locked for a split second, a polite dip of the head from each of them in greeting, then they walked past each other. This is how it went for 120 years, until one day y/n got news her mother in the Day Court had passed away from a fever. She left the Winter Court castle earlier that morning, the snow was already melting as the warmer weather started to set in. She sat under a tree and basked in the early rays of the sun, secret tears falling down her cheeks as she tried to imagine her mothers face. "Who dares to make a witch cry?" came a sultry voice from across the boarder, y/n opened her eyes and looked to Eris, who leaned against a maple tree, the leaves almost matching the red of his hair. Y/n sighed and tucked her knees to her chest before answering "my mother passed in the night".

"I'm sorry for your loss Witch" Eris said in a voice so soft she almost mistook it for empathy. "Don't call me that" she hissed, hugging her knees a little tighter. The Witch of Winter, was her unofficial title since she was a little girl. Y/N harboured a very ancient ability called "Coaxing", it allowed her to convince a man, an army, a king to do her bidding just by speaking words encased in magic. It was the reason why her father, Kallias, took her from her mother's arms when she was 10 years old, he had heard his offspring had inherited the gift and needed it for his own. Her father, was not a cruel man, but in fact loved his daughter fiercely. He groomed her to be the perfect weapon, bringing her to every meeting and ball held in prythian. Kallias made sure that her mind and body was just as powerful as her gift, she read books almost daily and trained with her fathers war generals in combat. Eris clicked his tongue and sauntered over to her, then to her surprise, he joined her. Her tearful eyes watched him with caution as he crossed his legs in the Autumn court, she knew he could not cross into winter or her father would see it as a threat. "What are you doing?" she asked as she wiped her cheeks on the back of her hand. The Autumn court male shrugged and began to crunch fallen leaves between his finger tips. A warm breeze blew between them and ruffled his now short hair. Y/N looked him over before she allowed a small smile to tug at her tips. "You got a hair cut?" She asked, pivoting so she could face him fully. Eris kept his eyes on the leaves in his hands as he started to burn through them, small puffs of smoke snaked up his long fingers before he hummed in response. "It looks nice" she offered, the small complement brought his amber eyes up to meet hers. He looked at her for a moment, taking in the baby blue dress she wore and how she had braided her hair to the side. "Thank you" he smiled kindly.

This was the first time they had ever spoken outside of a meeting their fathers hosted. Their usual conversations consisted of political jargon that left y/n's head spinning, then they would go their seperate ways and talk to their friends. Y/N had heard many horrible things over the years about the Autumn court heir, stories of how he treated women and his youngest brother Lucien. Her father urged her to keep her wits about her whenever he or his court were around, but on that day she didn't mind his company. They spent that morning in silence, she quietly crying, while Eris burnt orange leaves. When the sun was high in the sky, its warm rays kissing y/n's skin she rose from her spot under the tree. Eris tracked her from under his orange fringe that fell over his face while he was practicing his magic. "Why do you walk around barefoot?" he asked, his chip dipping to her pale feet that stood out against the green grass that pushed threw the melting snow. Y/N looked to her toe and wiggled them around on the ground. "It makes me feel more connected to my court" she explained "it's a Day Court tradition" she continued, her voice soft as she remembered her mother explaining the importance of being connected to where they live. Eris stood and brushed the loose leaves from his pants " an odd tradition" he mumbled then stood straight. Seeing him off horse back she had never noticed how tall he truely was, how his clothing hugged each muscle and how many freckles lined his nose. "It was a pleasure to spend the morning with you, witch" he said with a small bowl and a sly smile that made his eyes light up. Y/N rolled her eyes, but before she could offer up a retort Eris had winnowed away. "Coward" she chuckled to herself and slowly made her way back to the Winter Court castle, where she could hide away in her room and tuck herself into bed with a good book.

Weeks passed since that interaction with Eris. Y/N didn't see him as much on her morning patrols as she used to, but when she did things were more or less back to normal. What wasn't normal was the morning she spotted Eris with bruises and healing cuts all over his face. When they passed each other that morning he didn't look to her, he trotted on as if she didn't exist. "What happened to you?" Y/N asked as she turned to walk closer to the Autumn court. Eris pulled the reigns on his horse but did not look to her "I fell" he grumbled out. "You.. fell? where into a vipers den?" She joked coming around to the front of his horse so she could look him in the eyes. His cheek was still purple and swollen and the cut on hips lip was still bleeding, his wounds were fresh. Y/N let out a small gasp when he looked down to her, the white of his left eye was blotched with red. It was then it dawned on her he didn't fall, he was beaten. "Eris.." she breathed and made to take a step forward, he raised his hand and stopped her in her tracks. "I don't need your pity" he bit out startling her slightly. She regained her composure and crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side as she studied him. "Get off your horse" she ordered, she didn't use her magic in hopes eris would just listen. "You don't order -" "Get off the damn horse eris" she barked at the male, his face blanched for a second before he obeyed. He hadn't expected her tone to be so.. harsh. Eris only knew y/n as a quiet girl that was stolen from her home, to order him around was something no one expected.

He clutched the horses reigns in his hands as he strode over to where she stood. "For sitting with me when I had no one" she whispered to him as she raised glowing hands to his face, he looked at her with a sense of awe. Healing was a day court power, obviously one she had inherited from her mother, but it was not documented that she had this ability. He brought his face to her hands while the magic did its job, he felt his pain ease and then disappear all together. When she was done she took a few steps back, studying her work. "All better" she mused and offered him a kind smile, she didn't wait for him to respond before she continued her walk in Winter. She left him standing there, clutching the horse reigns so tightly his fingernails had left marks in the palm of his hand.

He watched y/n until she vanished behind a tall pine tree, loosening a breath he turned and remounted his horse. The witch of winter was the first person in a very long time that showed the heir of Autumn any kindness, a kindness he would not forget.

#eris vanserra #eris x reader #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #lucien fanfic #lucien vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #rhysand #rhysand x reader #eris fanfic #eris acotar

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

daddy az?? daddy cass?? what about daddy eris 🥺🥺

Oh, I've been waiting to write for our fire boy more.

Future daddy

Let's all be honest with ourselves here. Eris is not someone who would go bouncing off the rooftops when you tell him that you're carrying his baby. That is not to say that he isn't happy. He is. But he's so unbelievably scared that it overpowers everything else. Especially if Beron is still alive and in charge of Autumn.

Hence why, I think, he's getting you out of the main quarters. Somewhere deep into the woods. In some cabin that only he knows of. Somewhere close to winter's borders so that in case you could cross it and Kallias would take care of you for the time being. Because Eris is paranoid. He only trusts himself and his childhood healer who has been in his life ever since he was born. And so I think the beauty of the first months of your pregnancy is kind of washed away by all of this. The worrying. The panic. Eris constantly being on the edge.

But then it all slowly starts to change. One morning he noticed, while you're slowly getting dressed, the tiny bumps forming there and he's never the same afterwards. Eris rolls out of bed, sinking to his knees right in front of you, warm palm carefully caressing the little growing baby there. His eyes fill up with tears as he rests his head on your chest, "I've been such bad mate, such a bad father", he crocks out. "What are you on about, Eris?", you ask him feeling concerned. "You deserve so much more. I haven't even told you how happy I am... How much... How much I love you both", he breathes out. "We both know, darling. Believe me. We love you endlessly", you mutter while brushing his tears away.

And it all just changes. From then moving forward. The only way he can sleep at night is if his hands are resting on your tummy, so big spoon Eris is in full force. He never leaves without giving you and your bump a kiss. The same goes for saying hello. He too enjoys talking to the belly. But I would say that he reads to it more than tells stories of the day. Eris's days are too full of his father's brutality and he wants to keep away from the baby. So he reads the books that he had read to Lucien himself, or found in a little market. He's so good at making different voices for the characters and you can't help but look at him with so much love, already picturing him reading the same story to your baby when they are older and can understand or at least react to their father's voice.

Call me out on it but I think Eris is exceptional at making food and he also loves doing it. So on his free days, he is more than happy to cook for you or make sweet apple tarts. He's also working on a crib himself. Carving all the little woodland trees and creatures, squirrels and deer, berries and leaves. It's something that he's extremely passionate about and let's face it you would be sobbing once he shows it to you. Something so special. Made with so much love by their father. And I think he would like to leave space around the borders so he could carve out your baby's name and keep adding names with each new family member.

Takes you on walks through the forest because moving around is important. Hand around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other on your bump. Stopping to pick flowers for you and thread them through your hair. Plus imagine how nice his fire hands would feel again all the pains and aches. And he does it without even being asked. If you two are sat down on the sofa or even in bed, he always massages your feet. Stopping to rub your shoulders and back. Loving to just sway with you while he's holding up your bump once it gets heavier.

Not to mention a pack of wolf-breed dogs that are your army. Like, forget doing anything on your own. You're peeing with at least twelve eyes looking at you. Receiving bumps to your leg or side if you haven't eaten anything in a while and they start to feel your blood sugar dropping. Heck, trust them to bring you snacks from the kitchen. And the best naps in between all the fluff furs. Eris is more than happy that his doggos are so in love and protective of you two. It's that extra comfort for him. He knows they would fight till death to protect you two.

#Sunday blurb party 🎊 #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra imagine #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #acotar x you

[achaotichuman]

List of headcanons my girlfriend has told me in the last ten minutes.

Feyre got really into gardening once but didn't like how her roses weren't as bright as she imagined them to be, so she painted over them.

Elain once built a nest for a bird with a broken wing, but later realized she built a nest *in a tree for a bird with a broken wing*. But it got in there fine, so it's all good.

Nesta made a burn book.

Morrigan struggled with spelling her full name in her kid years, and by the time she could actually write it, everyone just called her Mor.

Amren and Mor are actually secret petty mean girls but instead of teaming together they just passive aggressively backstab each other and make backhanded comments.

Eris burnt his hair off once accidentally, plucks his eyebrows and had a phase where he only spoke like Shakespeare.

Helion is into monsterfucking and is the loud creepy uncle who acts wayy too young for his age but is cool anyway.

Kallias accidentally had his tongue stuck onto an ice cube and couldn't find a single way to get it off so he actually contacted Eris and made him melt it.

Tarquin has wondered many times what it's like to fuck a mermaid and is scared to admit that he's actually a shit swimmer.

#i love all of these #acotar #feyre archeron #elain archeron #nesta archeron #morrigan acotar #amren acotar #eris vanserra #helion acotar #kallias acotar #tarquin acotar #acotar headcanons

[marvelsmylife]

Help me choose which story should be out next

Here are the titles and plots of the story. I’m eager to write all of these but I’m having a difficult time choosing which story to write.

Wrong brother

Pairing: Azriel x reader, Cassian x reader

Plot: the cauldron absolutely hated Azriel, why else would they make the female he’s absolutely in love with his brothers mate.

Training is in session

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: after months of shamelessly flirting back and forth with the shadowsinger, you decide to kick it up a notch during training with the valkyrie.

Insecure Mate

Pairing: Cassian x reader, Azriel x reader

Plot: Azriel gets insecure in your relationship because he sees how easily Cassian has adapted to being in a relationship with you. (This is a follow up to Two Is Better Than One)

Arranged marriage

Pairing: Kallias x Rhysand’s sister!reader

Plot: in an attempt to unite two courts Kallias agrees to marry you, Rhysand’s sister (I’m surprised there aren’t a lot of Kallias fic’s on here)

We meet again

Pairing: Liam Mairi x reader

Plot: you and Liam finally cross paths after the incident in his room and you plan to follow through with your promise you made him (this is a follow up to I did something bad . . . And don’t regret it)

If you don’t like any of the suggestions up there feel free to send me your requests. I’m taking requests as well.

#acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x you #liam mairi imagine #liam mairi x reader #Liam mairi x you #kallias x reader #kallias imagines #cassian x you #cassian imagine #cassian x reader #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader

[sunbrightheart]

ACOTAR MEN AND THE SPORTS I THINK THEY WOULD PLAY:

note: this is all up for interpretation, so feel free to list your suggestions in the comments !!

rhysand: definitely a big shot baseball player. can imagine him in the traditional pinstriped yankees uniform. real smug bastard on the field, mind-fuck strategist.

cassian: is a beast at heavy weight sports, but this man cannot run to save his life. prefers more stationary sports like boxing and wrestling. competes in weightlifting events for fun.

azriel: only participates in team sports if cassian and rhysand are playing, but i think he would thrive in individual or one-on-one sports. martial arts like bjj (brazilian jiu-jitsu) and judo are his best.

tamlin: this man screams front row prop. say your thoughts and prayers because he will quite literally go beast mode and bulldoze you over. always getting carded and warnings because he can’t reign in his temper.

lucien: now call me biased but lucien is a jack of all trades. he dabbles in all sorts of sports, mostly of which are unconventional, and is really good at them once he puts his mind to it. that being said i would say he plays a mix of track and field, lacrosse and volleyball. occasionally does archery and swimming.

tarquin: any and all water sports and baby tarquin is undefeated. loves waterpolo and competitive swimming.

varian: wind-surfing, for sure. i would also say rowing; amren especially loves his arms.

helion: is definitely a former rugby jock. a literal powerhouse on and off the field. those thunder thighs be THIGHING. also dabbles in shot put because i feel like he would unironically be really good at it.

thesan: he gives me major badminton vibes. i dont know why, but just racket sports in general??????

kallias: any and all winter sports and kallias is there. a pro at ice hockey and speed skating. likes to do duo figure skating with viviane.

beron: is literally one of those middle age, upper middle class white men who spend all their free time at the country club, sipping on top shelf whiskey and abusing the clubs workers. probably plays golf and tennis, croquet too but hes too prideful and thinks its for old people.

#࿓ brightheart. #i will do a part two for the acotar women #acotar #acotar men #a court of thorns and roses #lucien vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #helion spell cleaver #thesan acotar #kallias acotar #cassian acotar #rhysand acotar #beron vanserra #tarquin acotar #varian acotar

[writingsbychlo]

UNDER THE MISTLETOE (day two)

summary; you and azriel spend the day shopping at the christmas markets. word count; 10,376 notes; vague mentions of childhood trauma/abuse, so be ready for that. other than that, it’s just adorable.

As soon as you stepped out of the carriage, your senses were assaulted on every front. Even Azriel let out a slow breath as he stepped down beside you at the sudden overwhelm of it all, and you could only imagine the flurry of information his shadows must be telling him right now, trying to piece together frantic whispers. There was the screaming of happy children, the chatter of couples and groups wandering by, the yells of vendors trying to bring attention to their stalls, and everything else in between. The smell of sweet spices and fried foods and baked goods wafted across the air, and there was a flurry of every possible colour imaginable and people rushed around, bustling with arms full of bags and gifts. 

The Christmas markets. 

Or, at least, that's what you had been told they were on the way over. Viv had been all but bouncing in her seat, the second she’d been able to usher the two of you out of the breakfast hall, into your coats and scarves, and towards the carriages, she had done. You weren’t actually sure you’d ever seen the Lady so excited. Kallias seemed utterly at ease with it, but you supposed he must’ve watched his wife get this excited every year, if the adoring smile on his face as he watched her was anything to judge by. 

Beside you, one of the reindeer huffed, dragging a foot through the snow beside itself, and it provided a welcome break in the trance the busy markets seemed to have put you under. Kallias stood on the other side, talking to the carriage rider and arranging the day, while Vivianne had already been swept up by the public, talking to every vendor she could see before your group had even moved beyond the gates into the throng. 

You raised a hand, slowly lowering it, cautious not to startle the animal, and rested your gloved hand upon its fur very gently. It did not cower or startle, its eye moving to look at you for a moment, assess you, before blinking slowly and allowing you to proceed with petting it. You’d heard of these animals in this court, of course, even seen them from afar, but never had you had such a chance to admire one up close before. It was beautiful, soft brown fur that tapered away into white around its neck, large antlers that stood tall above its head, a single royal blue ribbon tied loosely to one to promote its rank within the court. Tall and strong and proud, and as you reached up to scratch loosely behind its ear, it let out a soft grunt, flexing its ears happily to stretch the space. 

Pulling back only long enough to loosen your other glove, you reached back, continuing to scratch happily along its head. “You like that, huh?”

“Are you talking to the reindeer?” You’d almost forgotten Azriel was lingering just behind you, stepping up to fill your peripherals as he faced you, brows raised, and you shrugged, continuing your petting and scratching of the animal before you. 

“I am. I can’t help it. She’s such a good girl, aren’t you?” Your voice cooed toward the end, you weren’t sure where that instinct had come from, but it just felt natural. Azriel’s brows almost reached his hairline, before he bent at the waist, dipping down to peer underneath the shaggy belly of the creature, and he was smirking when he stood back to full height. 

“That’s definitely a male.” Your hand paused, looking into the eyes of the creature, before sighing. 

“I am so sorry he just violated you like that.”

“I did no such thing! If it’s going to be naked, people are going to look!” His jaw dropped at your accusation, and you grinned, hiding the expression from him as you faced the animal fully. 

“It has a fur coat on.”

“It has fur. That’s like body hair for us. If I walked around completely naked, you wouldn't call my chest hair a jumper, would you?” His hands were in his pockets to keep warm, but that didn’t stop him from gesturing animatedly with his elbows instead. The image of Azriel completely nude flashed through your mind, the same hairy chest you knew well from all the distracting training sessions in the summer when he’d strip down to now upper layers, and it took a minute to clear your head enough to form a response. 

“That depends, how hairy are you?” You bit back, and he sneered emptily freeing one hand to pat at his plaid-covered chest. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Not if it’s jumper levels of hair, I wouldn't.” You shuddered for emphasis, and he rolled his eyes, the spite completely ruined by the grin he wore at the ribbing. You took the opportunity to move away from the topic of his naked body, snatching at straws, and grabbing his free wrist before he hid it in his pocket again. “Here, pet it.”

“I don’t want t-” He stopped as his hands touched the beast, warmth seeping out of it and into his palm, and as he stared at it, he swallowed thickly. After a second of rigid tension, he smoothed his hand slowly along its coat until it fell away, before lifting his hand and repeating the action awkwardly, slowly loosening up with every touch. “I kind of expected it to pull away.”

“Take your glove off and feel it.” He hesitated at that, before doing as told, tugging one leather glove off of his hand, flexing scarred fingers in the cold air, and placing them back on the animal. This time, he scratched lightly in its fur, something akin to awe taking over his face as the animal chuffed with pleasure, leaning a little further into Azriel’s touch. 

As he continued, slowly expanding out from the small patch of fur he was working on, his mask melted away more and more. A breathy laugh left his lips, and it brought a smile to your face to see him enjoying himself so much. While he worked, his shadows darted out, playing in the jingle bells that lined the reins, and creating soft tinkling music to accompany the moment. 

“Here,” Placing your free hand over the top of his, you guided it up, showing him just where to scratch behind the animal's ears. The heat of his hand soaked into your palm as you felt it more underneath yours, rubbing lightly in just the right spots until the animal's eyes closed happily, its head tilting up more into your hands. Pulling back, you let Az take over, and he gave a breathy laugh at the sight before him. 

“They’re remarkable, aren’t they?” Kallias stepped around the edge of the carriage and into view, and Azriel stiffened almost comically, hand going still atop the animal's head, and Kallias merely pat the animal's hind firmly as he stepped closer. Reaching into his pockets, he produced a bag of chopped-up carrot pieces in large chunks. Opening it up, he pulled two out, placing one in the palm of your hand, and holding the other out for Azriel. He was hesitant, hand slipping down from the reindeer’s head in a fist, and opening slowly to accept the piece of carrot. “Just hold your hand out, with the carrot in the centre of your palm, under its nose.”

You rounded to the second reindeer, the one you had unfortunately neglected, giving it some good rubs and pats before doing as Kal advised. Holding out your hand, palm up, Azriel watched carefully as the paler of the two dipped to sniff your hand, before its mouth opened and it was sucking up the treat from your hold. The sound you made was out of your control, something between a giggle and a squeal, shock and astonishment spurring it on as it took the treat, crunching happily as you stared in shock. 

“Az, you have to do that!”

He looked back to the treat in his hand, and then at the animal before himself. Holding it out, he copied your movements, as the reindeer dipped its head, sniffling for a second, and Azriel gasped as it ate the food straight from his hand. As soon as it was gone, he was rubbing its nose, a smile on his face as he stared at it. “Good boy.”

“Are you talking to the reindeer?” You mocked, sidling up on his left and he shook his head. 

“Actually, I was talking to you.”

“You’re so rude.” You scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs as you pulled your glove back on, and his laughter was mixed with a grunt. “So, Kal, what’s the plan for today?”

“The plan is to have fun!” Viv seemed to appear out of thin air, startling all three of you, and she looped her arm through her mate’s as she stared, flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. “We have so much planned for you both for this trip. We want you to get the absolute most out of this vacation, so we chose all the plans that we think make up the full ‘Christmas’ experience here. You’re going to be fully immersed in it, so-”

“We also know that this is your vacation, and may want to relax some days, so we planned you plenty of downtime and alone time too.” With the gentle prompting, Vivianne shot a look to her partner, who only rose his brows, and she sighed. “Didn’t we, love?”

“Yes, yes, that too.” She waved her hand, excitement only dulled for a split second. “Today is the Christmas markets and festival. It’s one of my favourite things every year, I just know you’ll both love it too. Then tomorrow, we can-”

Kallias patted Vivianne’s hand where it sat on his arm, and she cut herself off, chuckling softly. “You’ll both have full access to the carriages, anytime you’d like to go out, feel free to do so. Just make sure to let someone know, we can get surprise storms and blizzards around here at this time of year, we don’t want you to get trapped out in one.”

“Got it.” You mumbled, recounting the information in your head, and reaching out to place a hand on Azriel’s arm comfortingly. 

“We’ll let you two wander alone, and we can meet up afterwards. Vivianne and I have some last-minute gift shopping to do.” He glanced up at the tall clock tower not far from where the carriage currently lay. “We’ll meet back here at the clock tower in five hours, or if you get bored before then, just take the carriage back to the palace, and we’ll meet you there for dinner.”

“Clock tower, five hours, back here.” You nodded, and Kal merely dipped his head in agreement, before Vivianne’s restless excitement won out, and he was letting his wife tug him away towards the gates as she began to list off everyone they still needed to buy gifts for. Letting out a slow sigh, you turned to Azriel, “So, you ready to do this?”

“We have a mission.” His face was very serious, and for a second, you wondered if Rhysand had broken his pledge not to contact either of you, if there had been an emergency and you needed to go home. He reached out, one hand clutching yours tightly, and your heart jumped into your throat. “It’s very, very important. We cannot fail.”

“Oh, Gods, what happened? Is it Cass, is-”

“We have to find the ugliest, itchiest jumper we can find, and have Rhysand’s name sewn into it.” You stared at him, gaping for a second, before using your free hand to swat angrily at his chest until he was backing away and laughing. 

“Don’t do that! I thought somebody died, you scared the hell out of me!”

“You should have seen your face!” He squeezed at your other hand, holding it tightly and using it to spin your body around, stopping the attack as he held your back to his front, connected hands resting around your body, and you lifted a foot, stopping down on his toes. He cried out, still laughing as he shook his foot at the ankle, and as the panic wore off, you found yourself laughing too. 

“You’re such a jerk!”

“A funny jerk.”

“That’s subjective.” You scoffed, letting him unwind you now that he thought he wouldn't be hit again, and your eyes narrowed on him. After a moment, the soft smile he was giving you own you over, your shoulders slouching back down. “Okay, fine. I agree, Rhys deserved payback. It’s only fair.”

“We have five hours to complete our mission, do you accept?” He brought back the serious face, a twinkle in his eye you’d missed the first time clueing you in on the joke now, and you nodded sternly. 

“I do, sir.”

“Then onwards we go!” With his hand still holding yours, he tugged you forward, and through the busy gates of the Christmas markets. 

In every single direction there was life, there was action and movement, and you were utterly lost on where to go first. Some stalls had food, some had drinks, some were selling homemade trinkets while others were wrapping presents or pedalling gift baskets. Individual vendors walked around with popcorn carts or selling cotton candy, and it was nothing short of chaos. 

“Your mission, where to first?” He scowled at you for putting the responsibility on him, glancing around between the rushing bodies for anything he could see.

“Let’s start on the left and work our way around, we can come back and go the other way if we run out of stalls.” It was the best idea yet, and so you followed alongside him, weaving between the masses until you were presented with your first stall. A smalls hack with an awning, and laid out in rows and rows upon the tables were various kinds of jewellery, all clearly handmade, engraved metals and some with stones; rings and bracelets and necklaces, and they were beautiful. As though he could sense your excitement, Azriel’s thumb rubbed gently along your own where your hands were clasped, before picking up one of the small wooden baskets on the side and holding it out.

The first item you picked up was a necklace, a pretty red gem that looked hand-carved swinging on a silver chain, bracketed carefully in by metal clamps on either side. “You think Amren would like this?”

“Well, it’s shiny, red, and expensive-looking. I think she’d love it.” 

You snorted. There was no denying that. You placed it into the basket Azriel held carefully. “There’s a matching earring and bracelet, if you’d like?” The vendor was obviously thrilled at the potential to upsell, directing your gaze over to the matching items. Dark red stones fell in groups of three to dangle from each ear, as well as a set of two cuffs, each tight silver with a gem sitting in the centre, surrounded by delicately twisting brackets to decorate it. “I can give you the earrings at half-price if you want the full set.”

“Well, how could I refuse that offer?” The vendor beamed, dashing away to the back of the hut quickly to collect gift boxes and wrapping to set them up in, and Azriel scoffed into your ear. 

“You just got tricked into buying all of them. You wouldn't even have bought the other two pieces if she hadn't said that.”

“I don’t care, I’m feeling festive.” He only grinned at your chastising, shaking his head and handing the basket over to the woman when she returned. Moments later, she was packing three boxes neatly into a paper bag and you pulled back to retrieve your wallet from your pocket. Handing over a note, she thanked you and wished you good things, before she passed the bag back in return. Azriel took it, his hand lacing back into your own as soon as you’d put your wallet away, tugging you away to the next stall. “You really didn’t like anything she was selling?”

“We have about a thousand more stalls to look at, I’m sure I’ll find something at one of those, that was just the first one.”

“Well, can I have my bag?” You reached for it, fingers wiggling, and he pulled it further away. 

“No. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you carry your own bags, m’lady?” Your cheeks warmed at the cheeky look he cast your way.

“Oh, so you’re a gentleman now? I thought you were a hairy man-beast and a warrior who likes to hand me my ass and throw me around the training ring any chance he gets?” 

“I can be a lot of things for you, which would you like me to be?” His gaze was utterly piercing as he looked at you, and you swallowed thickly before giving a response. 

“Gentleman is good for today. It’s too cold for you to strip down to your natural sweater, I’d worry for your health.” He laughed, deep and rumbling, and it settled your racing heart, his calmness bringing you some peace, too. “Plus, if you threw me around here, I think we might break some stuff.”

“Promises, promises.” He tutted, and something sparked in his eyes, unfamiliar and dark and tempting, your breath hitching at it. He held your eye, only for a second longer, before clearing his throat. “How about that one?” 

He pointed over your shoulder, and you twisted, looking at it. Behind the counter was an elderly man, many jumpers of fine fabrics laid out across it, all with beautiful designs, and you knew you’d found your target. Azriel was wearing the same thoroughly wicked grin as you were as you approached the vendor. He greeted the pair of you with a warm smile, waving his hands to the ones laid out to tempt-in customers. 

“What is the itchiest fabric you have?” Azriel burst, and the man's brows furrowed a little. “Do you have anything that is so supremely uncomfortable, so itchy, you feel like every nerve on your body is screaming?”

“And anything that catches lint. Or just bobbles, instantly.” Azriel beamed at the addition, nodding his head, before turning back to look at the older man expectantly.

He stared at you both for a second, before an even wider smile broke out. “You know, in my almost 2000 years, I have seen the rise and fall of a lot of things, but practical jokes, they never go out of style.” He wobbled his way to the back, leaving the both of you to stare in awe after him as he went, before returning with a box. Opening it up, he began unloading several of arguably the worst, most unattractive sweaters you had ever seen. They made your and Azriel’s matching ones look designer, like something Mor herself would wear. “These are my testers. I use bad, cheap fabrics to simply work out patterns and designs. They’re horribly itchy, there are a few loose threads, and they’re all made up of different colours and patterns.”

Shaking one out, your jaw dropped, Azriel matched, and you knew you’d found the perfect one. It was a kaleidoscope of colours, mostly reds and greens, with a few specks of purple and blue in random stitches and lines to hold it together. The neckline was too wide, one sleeve seemed to puff out at the arms and then cuff at the wrists tightly, while the other was loose and flappy and wider towards the bottom than the top. It had several mismatching snowflakes in varying colours, a glittery snowman outline on the back, and a random tassel attached near the right shoulder. 

“It’s hideous. And terribly itchy.”

“It’s… the most perfect gift we will ever have given him.” Az breathed, and you muffled your laughter by pressing your face into his arm, his whole body practically trembling with anticipation. “How much to have a name sewn into the back? Can you do that?”

“For you both?” His gaze washed over the two of you, as you twisted your head, cheek resting on Azriel’s arm. “Consider it on the house.”

“Not at all, we’ll pay. Whatever the price of the sweater is, we’ll double it. Matter of fact, we’ll take more.” His gaze scanned over the booth, at all the nice sweaters, and he peeled off one glove to run over the smooth cashmere of the others. “I’m thinking one of these for everyone else.”

“You’re an evil genius.” You muttered, stepping away from Azriel to begin observing the rest. The man behind the counter only chuckled. 

“You two remind me of me and my wife in our younger days. She was quite the jokester herself.” It seemed he was talking more to himself, a twinge of sadness in his voice that made your heart clench painfully for him despite the flush his words gave you, but he seemed to perk right back up. “Our kids remind me of her every day, she would have loved our grandkids. Now, what name am I stitching into the back?”

“Rhysand.”

The man froze at your word, his eyes widening a little as he took you in, then Azriel, gaze moving over the wings behind him in shock, as though he’d only just noticed them. “Rhysand, the-”

“Yes, that one.” He swallowed, and nodded, and you wondered if perhaps he would back out now, knowing that the reputation Rhysand had built for so long still occasionally followed him around, especially in older fae such as the man before you. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “I expect to see him in this the next High Lord’s festival.”

“Oh, you bet.” The tension snapped, and he gave you both a time to return, promising it would be done by then. You wandered along, skipping between stalls and sellers, picking up gifts for your friends and family along the way. Azriel even found a matching scarf and glove set for his mother, tucking them away delicately into a bag, pleased to have found something she could actually make use of. 

You split, giving him time to fuss over which one to get her privately, while you inspected the other stalls of the area. Many things were similar to that of the markets in Velaris, although these were infinitely bigger. Where your home city had three or four roads filled with markets for Solstice or Starfall, these seemed to go on endlessly, forever, and you weren’t sure you’d ever reached the end of them. There were some thighs, though, that were exclusive to the Winter Court, and you knew you’d found the gift for your best friend as soon as your sights lay on them.

Sets of fur-lines gloves laid out, as well as coats and boot liners, hats and scarves, everything you could need in the cold. As soon as you picked one up to inspect, the slight jolt of magic in the fabric tickled your fingertips. The female perched on a stool, book in hand, chuckled at you. Clearly, she could tell you weren’t from around here. “They’re all enchanted, to create the optimal warmth as soon as you put them on.”

“They’re exactly what he needs.” You mumbled, scanning over them until you found a leather pair. With only a thin layer of wool inside, he’d still have all the movement he needed, but now, his hands would be warm while he worked. You selected two, a black pair and a brown pair, as well as several pairs of boot liners. 

She’d only just finished bagging them up when you felt a shadow tugging on your wrist urgently, and you accepted, paying her and letting it guide you back to where Azriel waited. 

“You were gone a while.”

“I was just checking out some stalls.” You rattled the other bags in your hands, and he held his hand out expectantly for them, to add to the growing collection in his hands. You gave them up, albeit reluctantly and he balanced all the purchases between two hands, before pointedly offering his arm for you to loop your own through. “You buy anything interesting?”

“Just a few little things. Did you?” His answer was vague, and you gave him an equally vague response, to which he only hummed. “How do you feel about freshly fried doughnuts?”

“You know that I love them.” He did know that, and the look on his face suggested he was messing with you. Tipping his head just off to the side, your eyes closed in on a stall making them from scratch for every order. “How did I miss that?”

“You were busy racing off to look at the fresh flowers, but I saw it when getting something else. You want some?”

“Always.”

And he let you pull him along, careful not to trip on the mushy snow beneath your boots, until you were joining the queue. A few minutes later, and a very small sum of money, you were holding a hot paper bag of freshly cooked sugar doughnuts in one hand, tugging a piece off with the other and popping it into your mouth. 

“Holy hell, that is amazing.” The words were a groan, and you tugged off another piece, popping it between your lips and licking the sugar away, as Azriel simply smiled. 

“Let me try some.” You held the bag out in his direction, and he shrugged, lifting up the bags in his hands to show you. “Oh, right..”

Trying not to let the colour on your cheeks show, you ripped off a piece, holding it up to his mouth. It was hard, though, when his eyes held yours the whole time, lips brushing your skin as he took the pastry from your fingertips, pulling back barely a few inches, before letting out a deep and breathy moan. “Damn, that is good.”

“I told you.”

“Give me some more.” You did as instructed, if only because it was getting harder not to let your voice crack with the way he looked at you as you fed him another piece, and another. Luckily for your sanity, distraction came in the form of a loud wail, a small child nearby screaming at the top of his lungs as his mother put back a toy on a stand, tugging him along and away from the stall as he already held an almost identical one in the other arm. “To think, that’ll be Rhys and Feyre very soon.”

“No way, Nyx is so good, he would never be like that!”

“Nyx is barely a year old. Haven’t you heard the phrase ‘terrible twos’?” He teased, and you began your slow walk back toward the stand to collect your gift for Rhys, the final one you’d need. 

“I’ve heard the ‘terrible two hundreds’, and you and the other bats certainly lived up to that.” You smirked, and Azriel took on a far-off look in his eyes as he remembered it, all the nonsense that they’d gotten up to. As you walked along peacefully, your gaze locked in on another food stall, this one with savoury goods instead of sweet, and the smells coming out of it made your stomach rumble. “Want to get some food there, too?”

“Oh, I was so hoping you’d ask.” There was a relieved note to Azriel’s voice that made you giggle, cut off with a squeal as he twisted your body jerkily where you held onto his arm to redirect you both to it. 

It had fries and balls of dough stuffed with garlic and cheese, and you got a portion of each one, watching it all be served up until it was handed over to you in cardboard trays. Luckily for you, it also came with a fork. 

You shared it between you both as you walked, lifting food up to Azriel’s mouth between your own bites, sharing it all out until you were satisfied and full, disposing of the wrapping in the nearest bin as he sighed happily. “I think we may just have to move here permanently. The food here is incredible.”

“You’d give up everything at home for some dough balls?” 

“Would you come with me?”

“For those doughnuts, I would.” The memory of them would forever stick with you, giving you every reason to come back. By the time you reached the stall again, there was a box sitting out on top, wrapped up to look beautiful with ribbons and a label, entirely misleading for the assault that lay inside. You purchased it, as well as one for every other member of the circle, and the man thanked you both profusely as he begged them all up. 

By the time he was finished, even with the size of Azriel’s hands, he was running out of room to hold anything. 

“You want to go back to the carriage and drop off all these bags?” He glanced up to the clock on the tower not too far from you both, noting that there was still just over an hour until you were due to meet back up. He conceded, head dipping in a nod, and the two of you set off back to it. 

The reindeer were now sitting happily in the snow, as though it were blankets and cushions, unbothered by the chill. Unloading the bags into the back compartment, Azriel flexed his arms happily and shook them out as soon as the last one was put down. “That’s so much better.”

“You could have just let me carry some.”

“I could also just let Cassian actually stab me one day during training, but I’m not going to.”

“You’re so dramatic.” The insult was brushed off by his smile as he took your hand in his once again, flexing his fingers out from where they’d been clutching bag handles.

“You love my drama.” He looked around, shadows floating lazily in swirls in the snow, a few darting back out to play with the jingle bells on the reins, a couple dancing around your connected hands. It felt preternaturally right, and comfortable, as they always had. “Want to go check out the festival?”

“Do you?”

He shrugged, glancing around. “I’ve definitely had enough of shopping, but I think we should at least go spend a few minutes at the festival, just to say we did. Who knows when or if we’ll get a chance to come back? It would suck if we missed out on something good.” 

A certain warmth jolted right through you at his words, and you turned, wrapping your free arm around his waist, pressing your face into his jumper as you squeezed him. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders just as tightly, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, as he always did when he hugged you. 

“Not that I don’t love your hugs, but what’s this for?”

“Just for.. being here, I guess. Thank you.” He hummed, chin sitting atop your head as you let yourself remain in the embrace for a few more minutes, before pulling back. That smile, your smile, was on his face when you looked up at him. “So, festival?”

“Yes. Festival.” He squeezed your hand once, twice, before the two of you were immersing yourselves back in the chaos. Instead of wandering aimlessly, though, you followed the neatly carved wooden signs that were guiding the way, between help stalls and toilets until finally, you were clearing the bustling crowds and stepping into the ‘festival’. Really, it was just a quieter gathering, with activities rather than stalls, though food places sat open around, tables to sit at, a play area for kids and donation stands, all centred in a circle around a large tree. It was huge, one of the biggest you’d ever see, towering so high you had to tilt your neck to look up to the top. It was far more organised than your and Azriel’s, a colour scheme of ornaments circling around it in perfect distribution, with a star sitting right on the top. “Woah, that’s a lot bigger than ours.”

“That might be the biggest pine tree I have ever seen.” You confessed.

“How did they get it here?”

“Where did they get it from? There was none like that in the forest we went to.”

“If I had to chop that down, I think I would need a whole day.” He muttered, eyes moving to the base, but you couldn't see how it was assembled or standing for the tables around it, but it seemed sturdy enough. “Let’s get some drinks.”

“You think they have mulled wine? The mulled wine here is like nothing I have ever tasted.”

He only looked around, head tipping a little when one shadow coiled around his ear for a split second, before nodding. “On the other side, there’s a bar with mulled cider. We just can’t see past the behemoth that is the tree.”

“I’ll get drinks if you find a table?”

“I’ll get the drinks, you go sit down somewhere.” As soon as the pair of you had rounded the tree, you beelined for an empty table. A small picnic bench near the back, hidden a little more from the noise and activity, and one shadow remained looping around your arm as you got comfy, signalling to Azriel exactly where you were. 

He arrived a few moments after it disappeared, guiding him to you, and in his hands was a tray. Two tall glasses, the dark red liquid inside steaming, as a cinnamon stick bobbed on the surface of each one. Once he had placed it down, you could see what else was on the tray, your brows rising. 

“Pizza?”

“I’m a big boy, I need to eat.” He passed one plate to you, and the other to himself, tearing off a slice instantly and tugging until the cheese snapped, before lifting it to his mouth to take a bite. “I also got ‘pretzels’, because they sounded interesting.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know. It looks kind of soft, like a cake maybe?” You poked at one, humming quietly, before taking a sip of your mulled wine. 

You settled in to simply observe, watching the kids run around between the tables, watching volunteers working to take donations and advice, watching families on days out wander along. There was even a petting zoo, for reindeer just like the ones on the carriage, eating carrots and leafy greens out of hands and barrels as they lunged in the snow. 

“I saw a table making tree ornaments on my way.” Azriel had finished it pizza already, and was waiting patiently for you to finish yours before trying the ‘pretzel’. He was bursting with anticipation, you could feel it rolling off of him in waves. You turned, offering a slice of your food to him, which he happily accepted, as you considered his words. “We could make one.”

“That sounds fun. What do we put on it?”

“I don’t know, we can decide when we get there.” 

As soon as your pizza was gone, Azriel was eagerly pushing your pretzel toward you, picking up his own and wobbling it a little to watch it flop. You took the first bite, chewing for a moment as he copied, face scrunching up a little a the salty flavour that filled his mouth. Clearly, with its cake-like appearance, he’d been expecting something sweet. 

“It’s not cake.” He put it down, throwing the rest of it onto the pile with the used pizza trays and empty glasses, and you chuckled at his disappointment. 

“It’s more like a chewy bread.”

“It’s disappointing.” He scowled at it as it lay discarded. 

“I don’t think it’s so bad.”

He didn’t respond, grabbing all the used things and stepping away from the bench to clear it all away. By the time he returned, you’d finished, feeling so full of food and treats that you weren’t sure you ever wanted to move again, but Azriel offered you his hand, yours slipping into it without thought, and he was pulling you up to your feet.

Just as promised, only a few steps away from where he’d gone to get the drinks and food was a long table laid out near the base of the tree, covered in art projects and supplies, and you circled around towards the only empty end of it to find two seats.

Sitting down, you plucked a spherical one out of the box, while Az rooted through a box of ribbons and strings, settling on a thick twine and cutting a measure off. Settling on the bench beside you, he threaded it through carefully, tying it at the top to create a loop. There was glitter, sequins, coloured pens and paints all over the table, everything being passed between children and adults alike, 

“What should we put on it?”

“You should draw Santa’s hat!” A little girl on Azriel’s side burst. She was clutching a red pen in her little hand, the other holding tightly onto a teddy, and Azriel raised his brows a little. 

“Who is Santa?” The little girl gasped so dramatically, her eyes went so wide, you’d think Azriel had just stolen the teddy right from her. Then, she giggled, almost hysterically, and she burst into a very very enthusiastic recounting of a ‘Santa Claus. He looked at you helplessly when ten minutes had passed and she had barely paused for breath, only stopping when her mother pulled her away with an apology to wipe her hands free of coloured marker and take her back to their table. “I don’t trust him.” Was the first thing Azriel said.

“Who?”

“This Santa character. He’s suspicious. You mean to tell me that in Winter Court tradition children are taught that once a year a strange man will break into their home, steal their food, and then disappear for a whole year?” He was shaking his head, brows furrowed deeply, and you reached a hand out to smooth it, trying to contain your amusement as your thumb rubbed his face gently. “I want to know where he goes.”

“He’s not real.”

“I don’t care. I want to know!” He reached out, ignoring your laughter as he picked up a tray of glitter-filled bottles.

“Of course you do, Spymaster.”

He placed the tray down before you, and you picked up a blue one as he picked up a gold one. Tipping the glue in was the easy part, twisting it to coat the inside, but as soon as you tried to tip in the glitter, it went everywhere, blue sparkles coating your hands and falling into your lap. 

When it was finally complete, somewhat patchy inside but the best it was going to get, he took the glass ball from your hands, picking up a golden pen and turning away from you to write on it. 

“You know, he’s almost as bad as ‘Hans Trapp’.”

“Who?”

“Santa.” He said like it was obvious, and you covered your mouth with your hand to hide the smile. He was really stuck on this whole Santa thing. 

“We’re still on that?” He only dipped his head, finally deciding what he wanted to write, and bringing the pen to the glass. “Who was ‘Hans Trapp’?”

“He’s an Illyrian mythological being. He would scare children around Solstice time, he dressed as a scarecrow and would beat badly behaved children. I endured many a winter chore or punishment to avoid a visit from ‘Hans Trapp’ before eventually, an older boy told me he wasn’t real.” Azriel never looked up, not until you let out a soft sound, all amusement gone as pure agony for him twisted cold in your gut, gripping at your heart so painfully you rubbed your chest. His eyes softened as he took you in. 

“Oh, Azriel..”

“What? No, no I’m not sad. Don’t worry.” He put the glass down, capping the pen and cupping your face lightly in his hands. “Please don’t frown for me on your vacation.”

“It’s our vacation,” He gave a soft smile which you couldn't return, “And I can’t help it if I feel sad every time I hear about your childhood. My heart hurts for little baby Az.”

He let out a weak laugh, shuffling a little closer and running his thumbs over your cheeks. He stared, a look so full of love and gratitude that it made you feel breathless, lungs straining and heart bursting, throat stinging a little as you tried not to tear up. “Yeah, well, little baby Az would have loved little baby you, just like I do now.”

Then he leaned in, his warm lips meeting your cold skin as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, once that felt like it was still burning its imprint there as he pulled back. 

“Now, enough of that sadness, we’re on our vacation. What do you say we go hang this on the tree?”

He turned it to face you, and you sniffled a little as you looked at it. ‘(Y/n) and Az, first Winter Court Christmas’. “I love it.”

You both stood, wandering over to the lower branches of the tree, searching for the perfect branch. You found it, sitting just over his head, beyond your reach, but you pointed to it. He hooked it on, checking it was secure, before pulling back so you could both watch it spin and reflect the lights. 

The clock chimed as it hit another hour, marking the hour you were supposed to meet back at the tower, and yet as you turned to leave, a crowd was beginning to gather around you both at the base of the tree. You were penned in, facing the tree as the chiming stopped. 

As the final ring sounded out, lights at the bottom of the tree began to flicker on, one by one circling up and around in various pretty colours, until it was lit all the way to the top. Just like the one back in your room, all the ornaments because twice as pretty, colourful glitter and glass reflecting designs and sprays of light in every direction, and on an even larger tree, it was all the more breathtaking. Azriel gasped behind you, his astonishment matching your own. As the trail of lights reached the top, the star at the summit illuminated, sparkling with gold and shining out across all of it. 

Mumbled chatter and cheers and whispers of awe took up around you at the tree lighting, and you felt like you were in a trance as you stared at it, unable to take your eyes away. Minutes passed as people moved around you, going back to finding their seats, until eventually, it was just you and Azriel remaining to stare. 

“C’mon, we gotta’ go back now.” He nudged quietly, a hand on your arm pulling you away slowly, until you could bring yourself to drag your eyes from it, only to talk about it instead. You were still telling him about it when you reached the carriage, Kallias and Vivianne waiting patiently, and your mouth finally closed about the wonder of it all as you approached them both. 

“Good day? I see you bought lots of things!” She pointed to the back, where all her bags now lay too, and Kallias looked exhausted as he leaned on the wall. 

“Can we go back for dinner now? I’m starving.” He mumbled, and Viv only scoffed at him. 

“You ate an hour ago!”

“And now I need to eat again!” He opened the door, waving at the two of you to get inside first, and you patted your stomach, following Viv.

“I truly don’t think I could eat another meal, I’m full. We snacked all the way around.” Azriel looked rather disgruntled at your refusal of food, but only made a vague sound of agreement as he got in, followed by Kal, who was quick to close the door and signal departure. Vivianne must have caught his dissatisfaction, because she snickered. 

“We’ll send some food up to your room in a little while if you want to rest when we get back. It can be a very tiring trip out.”

“You can say that again.” Her husband complained, hand over his face as he slouched in the chair in a very undignified way. “I feel like you just made me march from those damn Steppes to the mortal realm.”

He froze then, shifting up in his seat stiffly as he glanced at Azriel, Vivianne’s only lips pressed tightly in a line as she glared at her mate for his discrepancy. Azriel laughed lowly. “In the Illyrian camps, Solstice traditions consist of the males peer-pressuring one another into hiking the three peaks to earn Solstice dinner.”

There was only a second more quiet, before Kallias says; “Why don’t you just fly it?”

“That’s cheating. If you don’t complete the hike, on foot, you carry that shame all the way until the next year. You’d be the last to eat, last to get picked for teams, and you always got the worst chores.” Azriel relaxed back, wings flaring a little, and Viv let loose the breath she’d been holding onto. 

“Your camps sound like they suck.”

“Kallias!” She burst, and Azriel only laughed, shocking all three of you at his openness. 

“They do.” He confirmed, and a grin signalling the first steps of friendship was shared between the two males, Vivianne staring at you imploringly. “However, I have a question about something I learned about today.’

“Okay?”

“Oh, Gods, please don’t be what I think it is..” You mumbled, both of your hosts glancing at you as Azriel smirked, one hand landing on your knee to squeeze as he prepared his question.

“What is up with this ‘Santa Claus’?”

You stretched your arms above your head as you stood at the palace door, watching all of the bags being carried up the pathway, Kallias and Azriel standing on duty to divide up which bags belonged to whom. As they did, Vivianne was rifling through them, peeking into the tops of each one, before finally letting out a satisfied sound and grabbing a blue paper bag by the handles. 

As the job finally came to a close, Azriel began to pick them up, scooping several up into his hands at once as Kallias did the same. The white-haired man disappeared, half of his bags gone with him as he winnowed them to wherever he’d gone, appearing a second later to gather the rest. 

“I’m going to take these up, then I’ll come back for you, alright?” The shadows were already bunching around his body, threatening to open up and let him step right through, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple as he passed. 

“I’ll walk her up, don’t worry,” Viv smirked, linking her arm through yours and giving you no choice in the matter. Azriel only nodded, disappearing into the darkness with the bags a second later. Turning the both of you around, Viv set a slow pace towards the room, taking you along with her, as the bag hung from her fingers on her other side. 

“Azriel is nice.” She offered, and you turned to look at her, trying to work out what she was getting at. “And very handsome.” Ah, that’s where it was going. “He seems to care about you a lot.”

“I care about him too.” You were skilled at navigating conversations, deflections and detours were your specialities, and staying calm under pressure only helped, making you such a good courtier for Rhysand. Sometimes, though, you wished you could do what Azriel did. No staged smiles and polite conversation, just a scowl and some silence until the offender walked away. You weren’t quite scary enough for that. 

“You do?”

“Of course I do. I care about my whole family.” She looked dissatisfied with the answer, and you knew what she was digging for. The problem was, you didn’t exactly have an answer. You and Azriel had been dancing this line for years now, decades, and yet nothing ever seemed like it was the right time. Rhys gets stuck Under the Mountain, Rhys is back and utterly broken, Feyre comes along, there’s a war, there are repairs, Nesta needs help, Feyre and Rhys have a baby; a constant stream of unending chaos, the first time you’d been so relaxed this century was on this vacation. “I care about you and Kallias too, you’re my friends. If you ever need anything, or there’s anything you want, you just let me know, alright? We’re real friends, not just political friends.”

Her eyes watered at that, and she nodded. The topic of conversation was effectively changed, and she lifted up the blue bag to you, handing it over. “This is for you, it’s from me and Kal. We thought you might like it.” Putting her hand into the back, she pulled out what could only be described as a hugely oversized sock, fluffy at the top, and your name was sewn into it. “Rhysand had no hand in this one, I promise.”

“It’s a single sock?”

“It's a stocking. You put it on the fireplace, put small gifts in it, that sort of thing. The gifts you don’t put under the tree, go in here. There’s one for Azriel too.” She tucked it back in neatly, and you smiled.

“Thank you, I’ll hang them up as soon as I get in.”

“There’s also a small present from me and Kal in the bottom of the bag, to put in the stockings. But, you can’t open them yet. It’s not time!” You swore not to, nodding sincerely, as the two of you came to a stop outside your bedroom door. She let go of your arm as you opened it, and chose instead to hold your free hand in both of hers. “I wish the both of you nothing but happiness, however you may find it.”

Evidently, that topic had not been forgotten, she was just taking social cues. You swallowed thickly, glancing over to the connecting door which sat barely ajar. “Thank you, Viv.”

“Of course.” You shared a look, a silent conversation in which you knew she meant it, before she was taking her hands back, smoothing down her dress and smiling widely, effectively moving the moment along. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, you know the deal, just ring the bell if you need anything.” 

She left, and you stepped inside, putting down the blue gift bag with the others and unlacing your boots. The second they were off, your coat and gloves followed, before padding over to Azriel’s room and knocking on the door lightly. 

He mumbled a greeting, and when you pushed the door open, he was hunched over his desk. 

“What are you doing?”

“Just taking some notes for Rhys, I didn’t do it yesterday, and we’ve seen and done so much, I want to get it down before I forget it.” He didn’t look up as he spoke, but you could see the speed at which his hand was moving, the shadows swirling frantically on the floor to match his haste, and you just hummed. Closing the door as you stepped back out, you stared at the gift bags all loitering on the couch and the floor beside it. 

With a quick ring of the bell and a few requests, you got to work, waiting on your delivery. You spent a while splitting up the bags into ones that were privately Azriel’s, ones that were yours, and ones you’d shared, leaving his pile by his door and gathering your own next to the coffee table. You’d barely gotten all your wrapping supplies laid out when there was a knock at the door, and you were handed several trays and dishes to set down, a trolley left outside the door for you to put them on when you were finished. A pot of tea and two mugs, a plate with a sandwich, and a bowl of winter vegetable soup, which smelt so good your mouth watered. Perhaps you’d have to get another one for yourself. 

Pouring a cup of tea into a mug and balancing the food and drink between your arms precariously, you made your way back to Azriel’s room. He was still working just as hard, hunched over the desk and not even his shadows responded when you entered. When you placed the mug down on his desk, however, he glanced up at it, gaze following up to you as you unloaded a soup and a sandwich to follow. 

“For me?”

“Duh. You’re working so hard, and I know you were still hungry, so eat up and keep writing.” His throat bobbed, and stared at it all, before picking up the mug first. 

“Thank you.”

“Keep going, before you forget it all.” He merely nodded, and you stepped away, closing the door and puffing out a breath at the task ahead of you. There were stacks of presents to be wrapped and labelled, and stockings to fill, apparently, and you wanted to get the gifts you did for Azriel done before he finished his work. 

You started with those, sitting down and begging with speedily wrapping up the two sets of gloves, and the boot warmers. Then, you moved on to the other bags, picking through them to find the ones that were for only him, and wrapping them up too, each with a tag on that had his name. By the time you’d finished, he hadn't emerged, and you felt grateful for that, at least. 

Several much smaller gifts that weren’t wrapped were sitting around your feet. Another silver ring, a new woodcarving set so he could carve his dagger handles again, and a bunch of candy canes in a ribbon. Locating his stocking from the bag, and the gift that had his name on it from your hosts, you tucked them all in, laying it out before yourself on the table, and laying your own out to join it. 

When the door finally opened, you were wrapping Amren’s jewellery set, and his eyes widened marginally at the mess surrounding you, as you took him in. He’d changed into his pyjamas already, a worn t-shirt and baggy plaid pants, bowls stacked up in his arms and hair messy. 

“What are we doing?”

“Wrapping up the gifts. Like Solstice, but for Christmas.” You held up a roll of paper you’d found before while he’d been busy, beaming as he wandered across the room to discard of his dishes, as soon as they were gone, his attention was on you. “Look at this wrapping paper I found, it had candy canes on!”

“I love those candy canes.” His wistful sigh made you giggle. “You have enough supplies for me too?”

“I think I have enough supplies to last me until next century.”

“I love a woman who’s prepared.” He grinned, grabbing his own bags from beside the door, and bringing them all over. He collapsed down onto the floor opposite you on the other side of the low table, unpacking things onto the floor out of your view, and began reaching for wrapping paper and scissors. 

For almost an hour, the two of you worked, occasionally talking about your purchases, or asking the other to hand something over, until there was nothing but empty bags, pretty wrapped gifts, and a lot of mess. You were drained.

“What’s that?” Following his gaze, you turned to look at the stockings, lighting up a little as you grabbed them. 

“They’re stockings! Apparently, you put small gifts in them and hang them on your fireplace.”

Standing, you hung them both up on some of the hooks on the mantle, and they swung for a few seconds, before coming to a stop. “Why is mine heavier than yours?”

“I already put some stuff in it.” You shrugged, and he reached one hand out in a grabby motion.

“Well, give it here, then! Let me see.”

“No! Viv said we can’t open them yet.”

“But they’re going to catch fire just hanging there.” There was a pout on his lips, and you couldn't tell if he truly believed that, or just wanted his presents early.

“They’ll be fine, they’re not going to catch fire.” You moved away, beginning to gather up off-cuts and torn wrapping paper, scooping it up into your arms as he gathered the ribbons and tools. When you turned to toss all the paper into the flames, you found him messing with the stocking again. “Az, they’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”

He turned, hand stuffed into your stocking instead, and the tips of his ears brightened to pink. “They’re for gifts, right? Well, I got you some things from the market, they won’t all fit, but the rest can- what?” He looked like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar, wide eyes and red cheeks as he stuffed little wrapped parcels into your stocking. You could only shake your head and smile, because you had done the same. 

Instead, you moved away to pile up all the presents under the tree, and he joined you, neat piles forming with all your friend’s names in bags, and your individual ones distributed along the floor, leaving you both standing with your hands on your hips to stare at it. 

“So, when do we open them?”

“I don’t know. Viv just said ‘not yet’.” 

“Right. Because that clears it all up.” You rolled your head to the side, grinning at him, and feeling the weight of the day beginning to pull on you. Your shoulders slumped, your body feeling heavy, like after Cassian made everyone do a full day of training because he was in a mood. “You tired?”

“Physically, yes. Mentally, no. I might just get in bed and read for a while.” A humble hush fell between you both, and a fleeting thought crossed your mind. You wanted to chase it away, to rule it out as something that would be crossing a line, but it didn’t feel like it. With the way these days had been going, with how attentive Azriel had been, it felt like the line was blurring. “Do you..”

He waited, eyes staying on you. You couldn't bear the weight of his gaze, and you turned, motioning to the bed. “Do I?”

“Do you want to stay? Read with me for a while, maybe?” The bashful smile on his face put you at ease. 

“I was hoping you’d ask me to stay.” He almost whispered it, like he was just as afraid to cross the line as you were. His openness wasn’t something you were so used to, the barriers coming down when you weren’t constantly surrounded by threats, and you were grateful for such a thing. “I’ll just, uh, go and wait in my room until you’re ready, get a book. Just knock when you’re ready.”

With a couple of deep breaths, and a small happy first pump in the air for your bravery, you made your way to the bathroom. Clean teeth, clean face, all your pretty smelling creams and lotions, and your pyjamas, and then you were standing in the middle of your bedroom, once again feeling unsure. You loved spending time with Azriel, you never felt quite as right as the way you fit in his company, and yet he was also your biggest source of anxiety. Your biggest fear, your biggest strength, your best supporter and your biggest weakness. 

It was with that thought in mind, the thought that he was always the one to support you, never the one to put you down, that spurred you to the door. Knocking three times, and then backing away slowly, it was as you were lifting the covers of your bed that he stepped back in. He was smiling, and everything felt right once again. Your fears vanished, your nervousness evaporated, and your tension melted. 

He held up the book in his hand, waving it lightly as you settled down into the pillows, tucking the blankets around you. His room was dark as he left it, and you switched on the lamp beside your bed, letting him flick out the main light until the room was only lit by a soft, warm glow.

“Where do you want me?”

“Anywhere you like.” His gaze flicked to the side of the bed you didn’t occupy, and you lifted up the covers, rubbing a hand over the mattress. He visibly relaxed, long legs carrying him across the room to the bedside in barely a few steps, and he busied himself with fluffing the pillows up. It reassured you to know that you weren’t the only one feeling nervous as you not only stepped over that line, but leapt head-first in a swan dive over the cliff. “Hurry up, you’re letting all the warmth out.”

He chuckled, standing one of the pillows up to support his back between his wings as he got in, long legs sliding in beside your own. Draping the blankets over his lap and stomach, he tucked himself in, wiggling until he was comfortable, and turning to face you. “This okay?”

“Very.” You picked at a thread on the duvet as he lay his book flat on his lap. “You?”

“Never better.” He mumbled, before opening his book up to read, placing his bookmark down in the small space between you both. He held the book with one hand, the other arm stretching out behind you both, along the back of your pillow. “Is this, uh, I can’t put my arm between us, but-”

You lean your head back, head it on the crook of his shoulder, and the smile he gave you was enough to light up a whole court. Then, his gaze moved back to his book, your attention moved to your own, and despite your racing heart and frantic nerves, it all felt utterly normal.

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel/you #azriel/reader #acotar x you #acotar x reader #acotar/you #acotar/reader #a court of thorns and roses #ACOTAR #azriel

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ACOTAR and TOG males in Corsets/Vests (Headcanons)

The High Lords of Prythian + 2 more ACOTAR males and then Rowan and Fenrys from TOG.

I think my self control just went down the hill because now I'm on pinterest looking at men in corsets and imagining which acotar/tog male would wear which. As well as vests (I have an addiction). So far I've come to the following conclusions: (doesn't include cass and az because I literally only see them wearing leathers/more formal leathers, not really a corset/vest. MAYBE az, but only for eris.)

If you want to see my lack of self control, feel free to look lol

Rhysand:

Would be so good looking in a corset. (However, Lucien, Thesan and Tarquin would be slightly better). However, I have to say that he'd probably be better looking in a vest than a corset 🫣 The purple one would match his eyes and well... his eyes happen to be one of my favorite physical characteristics of him.

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Helion:

THIS male. Oh lordy. He'd ROCK a corset like none other and honestly, he's never going to wear a vest. I don't see him doing it. He'd wear the traditional Day Court robes but then he'd one day just walk out in the gold chains (far right) and everyone would not be able to take their eyes off him. And the gold?? The gold fits too well with his dark skin. I am UNWELL.

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Lucien Vanserra:

I am panting after this male so badly. He would be the best looking in a corset, absolutely no competition. He would have everyone drooling over him and THEN he'd just pop out in a vest and it'd be the same. He looks way too good in either. He looks good in like every court's style too! I just can't with him. I could put him in any of the corsets on this post and he'd look FABULOUS.

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Thesan:

Would absolutely have his lover panting after him in either a corset or vest. I like to imagine Dawn Court fashion with like soft yellows and oranges along with creams and browns?? I think that the first corset fits the best into that. But do I really need to say more? With his skin tone (a more asian one, darker. definitely not white at all) he would look HEAVENLY.

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Kallias:

Would look best in a vest, BUT if anyone is going to look ANY good in a dark blue/white corset, it's definitely Kallias. Now, the middle one wouldn't be paired with black of course, but he'd look DAMN GOOD in it. Am I going insane? Probably.

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Tarquin:

This male would canonically wear corsets daily. The vest just doesn't do it for him. Sure, he looks amazing but it's also too warm in Summer to wear it! He'd be wearing the corset with nothing under it (or for court proceedings, a white dress shirt) but literally- he'd look so hot. Thus far, the rankings for corsets are: Lucien, Tarquin, Thesan, Helion and then Rhys. Everyone else is irrelevant.

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Eris Vanserra:

We are going to skip Beron, I'm sorry. If you can't tell by the number of times I've ruthlessly had Beron killed in my fics, then you should know I hate him.

So, Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court is definitely someone who I'd rather see in a vest. But a corset? If he finds the right one, he'd look damn good. Just like his little brother. Though, I feel like he'd be so tired after ruling Autumn that he'd wear it mostly to help his posture lol

However, when he's not tired and wears a vest, he'd look like a god incarnate and I'd get down on my knees to worship the ground he walks on.

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Tamlin:

We believe in Tamlin in vests around these parts. (and forgiveness, but that's not what these weird headcanons are about) He'd be drool worthy. His hair?? PERFECT to match the first vest or the corset. I swear, he'd look so good that I'd be panting if he walked by me.

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Rowan Whitethorn:

Rowan? Rowan would wear a corset and have Aelin panting after him the entire day and absolutely nobody would be able to focus that day. Like literally, if you even get a glance, your mind is BROKEN. I would personally just get down on my knees and beg. I don't know about you guys, but if I imagine his tattoo as well, it only serves to make it worse. And a vest?? If you imagine the right with the green and then a more silver color... yeah, I think you get the point. Rowan is drool worthy ALWAYS.

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Fenrys Moonbeam

Do I really even need to say anything?? DO I? Fenrys. Corset. I am melting. He could fit into so many colors and styles and look amazing? I'm not even going to provide a vest picture because any fancy ones that I look up would automatically look good on him. His onyx dark eyes just make it easier!!

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Okay... well that was longer than anticipated but I hope you all enjoyed those thoughts. I think I've gone feral by looking at all these images and imagining the acotar/tog men in corsets.

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