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fireknightyaoi · 6 months
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meeyeow !!
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rainbowspinch · 9 months
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Hold that bird
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masamu-moo · 1 year
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Old draws
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martilyongabo · 2 years
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March 2022 spread of CR drawings.
closeups of drawings down under the cut!
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 this was made around a month before the encanto shitpost that i made a few days ago. 
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“boring mo l(a)ng kausap” means “you’re boring to talk to” in filipino. 
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daprosy · 1 year
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uh cocoa my beloved it’s such a gender song so i have brought fire spirits your way
this would be a billion times better if i knew how to draw wheelchairs in side view but like,,,,,,, whatever i still love this
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i would love to see some more lord of flame or immortal cataclysm in your style!!!
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((perhaps something like that))
((btw someone else (or maybe the same person) also asked the same question so i’m gonna answer THEIR ask with Immortal cataclysm)) 
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solbaby7 · 3 months
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Tripping Over You
pairing: azriel x reader
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warnings: swearing, some typos, sexual tension, clumsy reader, just fluff
summary: Your lack of situational awareness has a certain Shadowsinger stumbling to maintain his patience.
If Azriel was being perfectly truthful, he didn’t like you much.
It wasn’t personal but in the time he’d known you, he found you to have an annoyingly bad habit of being completely unaware of your surroundings; always just barely dodging being flayed by some disaster.
Call it bad luck or just plain carelessness but Azriel fucking hated it.
His fingers twitched when he’d caught you in a pile of your own limbs on the kitchen floor, a knife held loosely in your hand and a sheepish smile on your face as if you hadn’t almost just shoved the sharp blade in your neck because you’d been too preoccupied to clean up the little puddles of water you left around. “Give me that,” He grumbles with a scoff, carefully snatching the blade from your hands.
Unintelligible words drip from his tongue and you watch wide-eyed, slowly rising back to your feet as the shadowsinger quickly finished the sandwich you were attempting to make, slicing it four ways with a huff and sliding it in your direction. “Thanks.”
“You need to be more careful.”
More of that went on for weeks.
Short, snappy comments on your inability to step out of bed without the possibility of breaking a bone, soothed over by Azriel just completing whatever task for you. His behavior should’ve deterred you; the deep scowls and gruff voice, the tension in his shoulders that formed when he noticed you in a room—but at least he always noticed.
Always had a hand curling around your arm when you tripped and was the first one to pull you out of the water after wandering off a little too deep. Water soaks your hair, dripping into your eyes and you’re weightless when he tugs you over to the more shallow area, seaweed sinking in your toes. “Why are you even in the water if you can’t swim?”
“I can swim,” It comes out choppy, cheeks red from all the coughing but Azriel can’t help the feeling that burns in his belly when you peer up at him, eyes glittering and full lips quirking at the corners. “Just didn’t realize how far out I’d gotten.”
He looks positively exasperated by your passiveness, chest rising and falling quickly with each breath and you’re no better than any of the other women who dared stare at the spymaster long enough to take in the true expanse of muscle that lies beneath those leathers. Rippling pectorals, biceps that flexed deliciously as he spoke; he’s more animated than you’d ever anticipated, usually offering nothing but perfect silence—or the occasional sarcastic comment towards his brothers. You’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, eyes wandering down his form and he abruptly stops talking when he sees the way your eyes catch down his abdomen, mouth pouty and hair dripping down your shoulders. “Are you even fucking listening?”
“Not really.”
“Unbelievable,” The view when he turns is almost as amazing as the front, perfect dips and ridges of his back and broad shoulders enough to have you forcing your eyes away before you drooled enough to fill the lake three times over. Inky hair shines under the sun, hazel eyes snapping to you over his shoulder and shadows slink out to you in seconds. They push at you, urging you forward until your toes sink in dry sand.
Azriel lets you go ahead first, partially because he wasn’t a hundred percent confident you wouldn’t try going back—but mostly he just wants a better look at the bathing suit you’d slipped into. It’s nothing overtly scandalous but attention drawing all the same, skinny ties and bottoms that show enough to have his fingers twitching with want at his sides. “You’re staring,” Rhys informed, a bare elbow nudging into Azriel’s ribs.
“Because, I just don’t get it,” He’s referring to you, tripping twice over nothing on your return to the girls under the shade, your knees scraped from a tumble and a scarred hand reaches to cup the back of his head when Amren swiftly stabilized you. “How come when Amren finally decides to make friends it’s with fucking Bambi of all people?”
“She’s sweet,” Rhys shrugs, violet eyes regarding you no more than a sister but your beauty was undeniable. “So, she’s a little clumsy—big deal.”
“A little clumsy,” Az repeats, sounding genuinely annoyed and the High Lord can’t push back the growing smirk that tugs on the corners of his mouth. “She’s a liability, she’s going to get herself ki—“ The words die on his tongue, a low sound pulling from his chest when Azriel is forced to send a shadow out to stop you from slicing your fingers clean off with the dagger Mor had handed over to pry open the wine bottle. “Mother above.”
The air was fresh, a cool breeze sifting through quickly drying clothes under the sweltering sun and Rhysand could admit he’d seen his brother through many emotions. Anger, grief, disappointment, happiness—but never such mother hen like attentiveness; hazel eyes tracking your every move like a hawk. “Are you interested in her?”
“Are you insane?”
Rhys shrugged, bare shoulders going golden under the suns rays. “That answer varies depending on who you ask but that doesn’t really answer my question.”
“She’s—“ The words get caught in his throat, muscles tensing under the discomfort that grows under his skin because Azriel hadn’t even thought about that. Sure, he’d been slightly more involved than he’d originally planned but you just kept getting yourself into such trouble; he had no choice but to stay close behind to make sure you stayed safe. “There’s no way—“ Heat begins to warm the top of his ears and the shove he gives is less than gentle. “Oh, fuck you.”
Rhysand doesn’t seem phased, a teasing smile on sharp features and Azriel doesn’t miss the way the High Lord keeps trailing his eyes back to Feyre, her fingers raking through your hair until most of it was braided out of your face and decorated in an assortment of little flowers. You’re soft—a little too sweet and that obliviousness Az always grumbled about was a little noticeable in the way you allowed things to just happen around you. Fey deciding to do your hair, Mor topping off your wine before you’d even gotten halfway through, Nesta snatching at the book you’d had tucked in your bag and her eyes widen when she flips to a random page, a red tinge flushing her cheeks.
But the book shuts too quickly for even Az’s shadows to sneak a peek.
“You’re allowed to be happy you know,” Rhysand doesn’t look; doesn’t even let his voice get too loud in fear that his friend would shut down or disappear and never bring up a single personal thing again. “If you like her then just act on it. Mother knows we all could benefit from a little more happiness.”
There’s a pause and Rhys can’t get a good read on what Azriel’s thinking. “I appreciate that but that’s not what this is. She’s just a danger to herself and others—it’s better I keep an eye on her myself.”
A knowing smile on the Lord of Darkness’ face. “Right, of course.”
It only gets worse from there and while Azriel doesn’t catch onto it right away—Rhysand was definitely behind it. Conjuring up wisps of darkness to curl around your ankles and trip you up, forcing the shadowsinger to rush to your aid and somewhere along the way he ditches his sneer for just a soft frown. “Sorry,” You sheepishly allow yourself to be steadied, acutely aware of the large hands splayed at your hips. “I think I’m still a little tired.”
“I bet,” Azriel’s quick to retort, hands slipping away entirely too soon and the ghost of where his touch once was yearned for more. “Heard Amren and Mor have been introducing you to Rhys’ liquor collection.”
At the reminder your hand raises to press to your temple, a low grunt sounding under your breath and he finds your crankiness kind of adorable. “Yeah, they’ve been breaking me in.”
He swallows audibly at the word choice, hazel eyes stealing a glance at you from the very corner of his vision but you make no indication that you were intending being flirtatious—it still doesn’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock. Giant wings bristle behind him and Azriel can’t stop staring at your night clothes; a tiny pair of shorts and an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder. Your legs look soft; bare toes padding against the floor until you’re perched on the stool, eyes still a little hazy with sleep but you don’t make a move to cook anything—not with Azriel around.
He would’ve stopped you if you tried anyway and then he’d start complaining about you not being able to touch the appliances after forgetting to turn the burner off one time—or four.
But, who was really counting?
It’s instinctual the way he grabs for some fruit and a bowl, washing and carefully cutting them; peeling bitter citrus off and leaving the sweet parts before sliding the blow over. “Eat.”
You don’t hesitate though you do sigh softly, feet swinging. “Did Amren hire you to like take care of me or something?”
His brows furrow, confusion growing at the question, at your tone, at the embarrassed expression sinking into such pretty features it makes Azriel’s stomach twist. “No.”
But you only nod, frown still present while you spear at fresh fruit. “Are you sure? I know you’re the High Lords spymaster and Ren told me how you like to keep an eye on things.”
Ren?
Since when did Amren allow nicknames?
“—mentioned how she’s had you look after a few prized possessions for her before.” You seem different to him somehow, more guarded and stern than he’d ever once seen you and it sends a shiver up his spine. Intrigue grows, the picture of you he’d been painting of some scampering baby animal was beginning to seem furthest from the truth with such contained fire behind your tone and suddenly he wonders exactly where Amren even found you.
“I have before, yes.” The kitchen remains silent; probably not for much longer with the steadily rising sun and the smell of hot food beginning to waft in the air as Azriel sauntered about the kitchen—chopping here and adding spices there, cracking an egg or two before cranking the heat up a little higher to cook the potatoes faster. “And no, she didn’t ask me to watch you.”
“Then, why are you here?” You clear your throat, seemingly aware of how it comes off and he can’t resist a smile when you look genuinely confused. “Why are you always here?”
“I’m still not a hundred percent sure about that yet but,” He doesn’t face you when he answers, shoulders stretching out a plain black tee with carefully cut out lines on the back nearly six inches in diameter to make room for the base of his wings. They hover high behind him, flexing and shifting with his arms as he moves and you find yourself a little transfixed—a trained killer preparing you breakfast in his pajamas. “—you looked like you’d been stumbling your way through life for a while,” You’re pleasantly surprised by the amount of care in his voice; hair mussed and pillow lines fading in the left side of his cheek and your eyes catch on the low hang of his sweatpants. “Getting passed off from one hand to the next, just allowing life to happen to you however it came at you and I guess—“ He lets out a deep breath, the words seeming to be a struggle to muster up, to say out loud and you stay quiet in fear of scaring him off. “I suppose I could relate to what that felt like once upon a time and I figured you could benefit from a little support.”
You’re quiet longer than he’d have liked and Az can’t tell if the uptick in your heartbeat is a good thing or not but his shadows urge him to turn—to look. You seem skeptical at first, eyes boring into him so intensely he felt like you were stripping him bare, pulling back his ribs and holding his heart in your hands; judging his character and his choices and the soul that resided somewhere in between.
It’s a struggle to remain calm, the cool disposition that Azriel had thought he’d mastered crumbled to nothing before his very eyes. Scarred hands take their time fixing your plate, piling on the protein and making sure to add the fruit he’d caught you wiggling over the last time.
“No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.” Someone’s awake, you can hear their footsteps against the glossy floors and a steaming piece of bacon is pinched between two fingers when you lean over and press a kiss to Azriel’s cheek; just a gentle pressure an inch or two away from his mouth but you might as well have just punched him right in the gut with the way it takes his breath away. “Thank you.” He’s still reeling when you continue, humming in appreciation over your food and his fate is sealing when you smile brightly at him. “You know, you’re not so bad when you aren’t being a prick.”
“Tolerable enough to let me take you out sometime?”
“I’m surprised you know that’s a thing,” You tease over your food, wisps of cool darkness careening through your hair and resting at your thighs like a napping feline. “—considering you’ve taken to just following me everywhere.” There’s a blush burning on the curve of his ears, shadows ghosting past your ear as a distraction and distantly you wonder if Azriel could feel you the way they could. “Tripping me up with these things just to have an excuse to put your hands on me.”
“Wait, I haven’t—“ There’s a smug cough sounding in his brain and the spymaster’s gaze cuts to the corner of the room. A smirking Rhys still shirtless from the night before just lingering in silence, silently urging, mentally pleading with Az to just take this slice of happiness. He sucks in a soft breath, heart thudding against his chest and his voice is barely above a whisper. “If you knew why didn’t you stop me?”
He can smell your conditioner when you turn to face him, palms braced on the stool beneath you and you lean forward, eyes staring up at him and your toes graze at his knees. “Because, I like your attention.” More rustling and the unmistakable sound of Cassian’s booming laugh and you’re jumping off the stool, food finished and plate dropped off in the sink and Azriel can’t help but think that’s the most balanced he’d ever seen you as your hips swish a little on your way out, words thrown over your shoulder before you disappear. “And yes, I would like to go out with you sometime.”
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ellievickstar · 21 days
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Maddening.
A/N: This one...this one hurt. yeah. uhm. Peace out ig find out for yourselves heheeheheh. hehehe, I'm not sorry. I got bored during math lesson.
Summary: Based on this idea I had. When the reader goes mad from what she is feeling from the bond while Azriel is unfaithful, how will everyone react when she is gone..?
Request: N/A
Pairing: Cheating!Azriel x reader, Brother!Rhysand x reader
Warnings: Unedited, angst, character death, a desk was thrown, Elain slander. kinda Azriel slander???? idk.
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It.
Was.
Maddening.
“Stop, stop it please,” You sobbed into the night, the shadows that were once something you loved swirling around you and tugging you in every direction. You knew. They knew. And right now you could feel his pleasure, his love for someone else, and you tried desperately to shut down your mind, to put up those walls of mental shields you had trained for years to do. But your daemati powers only amplified what was projected down this bond and it was maddening.
“PLEASE,” You yelled, your hand grasping at your hair as you pulled in frustration, your nausea rising in your throat as you felt his pleasure again. Again. Again.
RHYS.
Screaming into the night, reaching for that tether between your brother and Cassian and you.
CASS. RHYS. PLEASE.
One way or another you opened the drawer beside your bed and metal flashed against the moonlight.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
You choked on your sobs, your anguish flooding out your mind in every direction, you shakily grasped the hilt of the dagger as you raised it and brought it down in one fell swoop.
Little Starlight…?
Your brother’s voice rang in your mind, but as you felt the mating bond tear, relieving you of that constant wave of nauseating pleasure, as the shadows around you surged in their frenzy, warmth coating your abdomen, your hands and you slowly glanced down at the blood trickling out of you.
With what was left of your strength you tugged the dagger out, and blood gushed free flowing.
I’m sorry…
Was all you whispered back to your brother, and all you heard last was the door behind you being flung open, and the frantic voices of your brother and Cassian.
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“Why…why would you,” Rhysand shakily dropped back into his chair, his office torn apart after what had happened with his sister. Cassian’s dark expression hung on his face, his shoulders low and even Nesta did not dare say another word. Feyre hung behind Rhys, her eyes darting around the room, at how damaged everything was, the extent of her mate’s grief and anger, his sorrow.
Azriel stood beside Elain, and Feyre was almost sick to her stomach at how strong the smell of sex was permeating off both of them.
Rhys’s eyes were dead and hollow as he looked up at someone he once considered his brother.
“WHY? She was…she was..”
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When they were 15….
You hastily jumped in front of Cassian and Azriel, your wings coming to materialise as you flared them and yelled, “Stop hurting them!” The kids who had been making fun of Azriel’s hands stumbled backwards, realising who they stood before, the princess of the Night.
“Don’t listen to them, I think your hands are beautiful,” You smiled shyly at Azriel as they ran away, glaring at the kids one last time for good measure. Cassian let out a cheer, swinging you around as he celebrated your ‘amazing victory that brought them to tears’.
And as you glanced Azriel’s way, you could not help but blush at his gaze, your attention soon stolen by your brother who had arrived and lectured you on being more careful when showing your wings.
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Starfall before the mountain…
“Rhys….?” You knocked on the door of your brother’s office gently.
“Come in little starlight,” You heard your brother’s voice.
Entering the room, you paused as Cassian and Azriel’s gaze fell upon you, now feeling heat rise to your face at the way you were dressed.
Morrigan had decided to force you into a dark blue gown, the swoop of the neckline leaving enough for the imagination but also something to marvel at. The sleeves were off the shoulder — something you had taken to recently and she had noticed — and the skirt was floor length with a slit that did everything for your bare legs.
You had wanted to come here to get a second opinion from Rhys about the dress and any matching heels.
“You look gorgeous Little Starlight,” Giving you a thumbs up, Rhys beckoned you to come in.
Maybe I don’t need your opinion.
Just ask.
Does this dress paired with black or blue heels make your best friend want to screw me?
Blinking, your brother hummed, Cassian burst into laughter, clearly getting the message from Rhys while Azriel just looked at his two brothers confused.
Black heels, with a choker, from what I’ve heard Azriel is not tame.
I didn’t say him.
You didn’t need to.
That night Azriel had caved and confessed to you, even going so far as to informing you that you were his mate, a mating ceremony was held a week later and you had never been happier. And for a moment you had grasped onto the thought that this could be forever.
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Rhysand swallowed as he started to recall all his memories from the past, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed into his palm once more, his head hung low as he hunched over his desk.
“Rhysand I apologise for what I have caused…” Azriel tried but was immediately cut off by Cassian.
“You only apologise now because of what happened. Where was your guilt when she was alone in her pain after the war? Where was your guilt when you were picking flowers with Elain,” He spat her name like it was poison making her visibly flinch, “Where was your guilt when you decided that your mate was no longer worthy of your affection?”
Azriel’s gaze hardened, “I might have chosen to bed Elain but that does not mean-”
“THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT MEANS!” Cassian roared back, his shoulders were shaking, shaking, from how hard he started to cry.
Trying to calm the situation down, Elain stepped forward, "You can't say that just because they were mates it means he betrayed her by loving someone else."
Nesta scoffed at her own sister's words.
"Are you mad?" Nesta asked, disbelief coating every word, "Have we sheltered you so much that you have become this ignorant? Someone is dead because of your selfishness Elain, and you have decided to defend your actions?"
Elain rolled her eyes, "Don't be dramatic, Nesta, killing herself was just her being selfish thinking she was entitled to-" A knife cut across her cheek and the dagger landed against the wall, sinking deep enough to signal what could have happened to Elain's face.
"Speak again, girl," Amren hissed, "And I won't miss."
It was then that Rhysand spoke.
“My sister is dead,” His tone was flat, monotone, stiff to the point it made everyone in the room flinch, Mor who had been beside Nesta immediately placed a shield over the female, Feyre doing the same for herself as part of Rhysand’s desk went flying at Azriel’s head. No one protecting Elain beside him, not even Azriel himself.
Rhysand rose from his seat, his frantic pacing as he gripped at his hair, laughing, laughing as he sunk to the ground and screamed his next words. “My sister is dead and there is nothing, no amount of apologies, no amount of guilt, no amount of begging that can bring her back. DO YOU HEAR ME SHE IS DEAD!” Stilling, he finally raised his head, his hard gaze set on Azriel, his eyes still shining with tears.
“Get out of my court, Azriel.”
Panic shone in the shadow singer’s eyes. He stepped forward but was met with an invisible wall, Feyre. In Rhysand’s words Feyre had raised the wall to separate Azriel and Elain from the rest of the room, their only route was out…
“I never want to see you, or Elain again. Because if I do I will kill you. I will kill you and cauldron help me I will make you suffer. Get out of my court, find somewhere else who will accept someone who betrayed their mate.”
And with that Azriel and Elain were pushed out of Rhysand’s office, the hallway empty and dark save for both of them, and the only sound was Rhys’s anguished roar that followed.
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A/N: Sooooo how did you like it? :)
Taglist: @kemillyfreitas @going-through-shit @chessebookgirl
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rainingriversofyou · 1 month
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Nesta x Cassian
“He leaned in, his body still not touching hers, and said against her ear, “And I’ll take you however you wish me to.”
Her toes curled on the stones, her hair dripping. “And if I wish to take you?”
He smiled against her ear. “Then I’ll beg you to ride me into oblivion.”
-A Court Of Silver Flames
Art by pandyals_art
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i-only-see-daylight · 30 days
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*Having a family dinner*
Amren: Can you pass the pepper?
Cassian: What’s the magic word?
Amren: *Clearly not impressed*
Amren: *Starts chanting in the old language*
Cassian: *Panicking and shoving pepper into Amren's hands* JUST TAKE IT! TAKE IT, OH MY GOD!
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fireknightyaoi · 3 months
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Feyre And Rhys🖤🌙
cr:found it on pinterest!
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clairebear08 · 4 months
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Need You (Rhysand x Reader)
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Kinktober Day Eleven: Aphrodisiac
Note: didn't feel like editing so excuse the typos. love ya!!
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You could feel a slight buzz as you made your way to your bedroom with your mate, a bottle of wine in one hand, and Mor's gift in the other. His cousin, and your dear friend, had dropped off the tablets a few hours ago, suggesting that you take them and have some fun for the night. Rhys and you had decided to turn it into somewhat of a game, placing a bet on who would last longer, deciding that the winner would get the chance to fake sick for the next High Lord meeting, neither one of you enjoying the god-awful things, the hours spent at a table of men who felt the need to be constantly at each others throats, stirring up unnecessary drama like the drama queens they were.
Obviously, you'd made the claim that you would win this little game, knowing just how primial your mates' needs had become when you'd first mated, knowing that the drug had much the same effect on fae bodies. You smiled to yourself as Rhys kicked the door shut behind him, tossing the items onto the bed before picking you up bridal style.
A laugh escaped you as he placed a soft kiss on your lips before tossing you onto the bed too. You grabbed for the wine, popping the cork and brining the lip to your mouth, closing your eyes as the sweet taste erupted on your tastebuds before passing it over to your mate's waiting hand, watching his throat work as he too took a drink. The sight alone had shivers running along your spine, mind quickly squashing any lust that was already showing.
Setting the bottle aside, Rhys grabbed for the small tin, popping the lid and placing it between your bodies.
"Not too late to back out, y/n."
You arched a brow, giving him a sly smile, "Why? Worried you're going to lose and have to parent those children at the next meeting?"
A low snarl ran through the room as he picked up the small pill, rolling it between his fingertips, "Quite the contrary, darling. I just know how much you hate dealing with Beron and his... thoughts"
Your mood soured slightly at the reminder of the High Lord, your hand reaching out quickly to pick a tablet of your own, wanting to move on.
You'd think about him later, Beron and all the other High Lords that gave you headaches. Not that it mattered, you realized, you had zero intention of losing to your mate.
Rhys took a swig of the wine before passing it back over, keeping the liquid in his mouth while you did the same, both of you holding the tablets to your lips before nodding and tossing it in. You swallowed in sync, both of you waiting and watching each other closely.
Minutes passed before Rhys finally spoke up, "Feel any different?"
You shook your head, "Not yet, you?"
He too shook his head as you both sat in silence, waiting for anything to change.
You sighed, ready to give up and just head to bed when you felt your blood begin to heat, scenting the musk that was not your own beginning to fill the room. Your eyes shot up, finding Rhys watching you closely as he adjusted himself on the bed, eyes blown wide.
Sucking in a breath, you wiggled, trying to become more comfortable. Your eyes widened as the seam of your pants rubbed against your clit, the feeling enough to make you let out a faint whimper.
Rhysand's nose flared as your arousal filled the room, tensing at the sounds escaping you. Your own eyes betrayed you, not wanting to look but unable to stop your eyes from dragging down his body until you landed on the thing your body was aching for. His pants were tented, his cock already hard and waiting. The sight was begging for you to reach out, to stroke him and take him into your mouth.
Your eyes snapped shut, wanting to block out the thought. It was too late, though. Your mind began working, pictures of you on your knees, Rhys's hands tangled in your hair as he fucked your mouth filled your mind, groaning as you thought about his hot seed coating your mouth. A new wave of arousal washed over you, soaking your panties, the feeling making you shift slightly, only worsening your state.
You opened your eyes, finding your mate watching you with predatory focus, his chest rising and falling rapidly, violet eyes darkening with lust. He swallowed, the muscles in his throat flexing, his adam's apple bobbing and sending a new wave of desire coursing through you.
As your eyes met his again, you knew you were both done, game having gone on far too long and neither one of you caring about the prize. You both snapped at the same time, lunging for one another as your mouths collided, hands working to remove every bit of clothing. His tongue brushed against your lip, demanding to be let in, both of you groaning as you opened your mouth to him, tongues tangling.
Rhysand twisted you around, head landing on the pillows as he pushed you back. He gave you no time to get comfortable, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide before diving in, tongue licking a stripe up your center as your bag arched, moan falling from your lips.
The feeling was unlike anything, nerves on fire as he sucked your clit into his mouth, teeth brushing against the bud. Enhanced didn't even begin to describe the way your pleasure had changed, the drug making your body sensitive to every touch, already having you on edge before your mate had even added a finger.
Seeming to hear your thoughts, Rhys brought a finger up, teasing your entrance until you were begging for him to push inside.
"Please! Rhys, please I need you, I need you, please!"
His groan sent vibrations through your clit as he listened, digits sliding into you with ease as he began fucking you, fingers curling at the perfect angle. You let out a scream as you reached your climax, the feeling blinding as your body shook, chest heaving.
Rhys continued to move, fucking you through your high, stopping only when he'd had wrung you of every ounce of pleasure possible. He met your eyes as he slipped them into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked your slick from his fingers. You groaned at the sight, head falling back onto the pillows as you heard him growl in response.
His hands gripped your thighs again, this time yanking your body towards him as he lined himself up at your entrance, leaning down to kiss you before pushing home, bottoming out with a low groan. You gasped, body flexing around his stiff cock as the feeling took control of your senses.
Moans fell from both of you as he began to move, starting off slow before quickly ditching that, ramming into you repeatedly, his cock hitting the spot buried deep within you with each thrust. It wasn't long before you were both nearing the edge, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as you moans became more frequent.
Rhys pounded into you, the bedframe ramming into the wall. You had the mind to hope that you didn't damage the wall, thought quickly drowned out as your mate began tweaking your nipple.
Your back arched off the bed, scream tearing through you as you came harder than you ever had before, your mate following you over the edge as he slammed home, body crumpling on top of yours as his orgasm left him shaking. Tremors wracked your body as you slowly came down from your high, feeling both your and Rhys's juices sliding out of your cunt.
He leaned on his elbows, head hanging above yours as he kissed your head, tiredness weighing on his eyes. "So who won?"
A bubble of laughter escaped you as you kissed him again, shaking your head as your eyes closed. "Neither of us, darling."
The bed shifted as Rhys moved to lay next to you, arms wrapping around your middle as he pulled you closer into his chest, sighing. "Shame."
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Sunflower
Flowers series part III
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
Warnings: Fluff, heartbreak, mentions of toxic relationships (azriel and reader), helion being the kindest person alive.
Summary: Once you had arrived at Day Court, Helion had not let you out of his sight, it was a change you liked. Someone caring for you.
a/n this is pure fluff and comfort (a lot like a filler chapter) but it’s helion so 🫶🏻
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Helion had an aura to him that showed he was confident, but when talking to me his aura softened.
I could feel it. Maybe he was just being nice. Probably trying to maintain court relationships. But it was nice to have all the attention to me for once.
He was everything. Everything that I thought I wouldn’t need. Everything Azriel had promised but never given me.
I had spent an embarrassingly long amount of time crying on his shoulder. But never once did he brush me off, put my feelings aside. I hadn’t even thought of Azriel and I’s relationship to be improper.
Hadn’t realised that he was playing me all along.
I used to love moonflowers, especially the ones that were a blue so dark it could be the night sky. They had reminded me of Azriel.
But now when I was sitting with Helion on the balcony and he asks me what my favourite flower is, I can’t seem to get ‘moonflower’ out. The word turns sour in my mouth.
“Sunflower,” I blurt out.
“It used to be a moonflower” I sigh, never being able to lie to the day high lord.
“Why used to?” he questions softly.
He was always like this, gently speaking, making sure to never cross boundaries.
“It reminded me of Azriel,” I say.
“That’s funny” he laughs.
Yes he’s laughing. Bewildered, I look up at him.
“Why are you laughing?” I question.
“It’s funny because I love moonflowers” he chuckles.
“Why?” I ask louder this time.
“I saw them once in Night Court, and they were beautiful but I like them more now because they remind me of you,” he confesses.
I rear my head back, an incredulous expression on my face, “Of me?”.
He simply nods, “Why do you like sunflowers?”.
My cheeks flood with colour, “Because they remind me of you,” I mumble out.
A blanket of silence is thrown over the room.
“Sorry I shouldn’t have said that, I’ll get going now,” I whisper.
I basically told him I liked him and he said nothing.
Gods Y/N how stupid could you be. He’s a fucking high lord, and a good looking one at that (unlike Beron), he could have anyone why would he want you. A used girl, discarded and trashed by the one person she opened up to.
Tears well up on my waterline, threatening to spill.
I gasp when a strong hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me into his chest.
Helion looks about ready to burn the world down. His eyes soften when he takes in my vulnerable expression.
“My love, why are you crying?” he hesitates but in the end, wipes a tear off my cheek.
“Look Helion, I’m sorry for what I said, let me go and I’ll leave and head back to Night Court,” I explain.
His gaze hardens, “You’re not going anywhere, because I want you here with me, the spymaster of their court is a fool for letting you go, you’re a goddess in the flesh, and I most likely would not deserve you in a hundred life times.”
I open my mouth to say something but he keeps going on.
“You’re skin is the colour of the moon, you’re eyes the stars and your hair the night itself, but your personality is the living embodiment of the sun. I would walk through hellfire if you were waiting for me on the other side. I would give you everything, even if you asked for Amarantha’s head on a stick. If only you were mine,” he finally finishes.
I stare at him in shock, I had overheard Azriel’s vows and they were nowhere near as beautiful as Helion’s.
“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine,” I whisper. My mouth hangs open as something snaps in my chest, looking down I realise how close I am to Helion, a short golden thread between us.
“Mate”
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a/n IF ONLY YOU WERE MINE anyway helions such a dilf
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Hello!! How are you?? I'm sorry for the difficult week... and thank you very much for answering me, I'm simply delighted! And don't worry, your writing hasn't been affected, it's still great! If she hasn't gotten better! And I'm glad you like the requests... I think they're silly🥹
But get better! And if you don't mind, I have one more request🤭 I imagine something where maybe Rhys went out and left the reader at home, but maybe, some of the boys, Cass or Az, stayed at the house, and they didn't know they weren't alone , so what, they end up attacking the reader thinking she is an enemy? And Rhys senses her fear of the bond and goes to help her? I imagine Rhys super angry, and protective of the reader, taking care of her and being cute...
(I read your recent Azriel story which was based on a movie, just amazing! I loved it!)
Safe.
Rhysand x f!Reader.
Masterlist.
Warnings; abuse, a bit angst.
Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy this too!!! I really enjoy your requests.
Being the High Lord’s mate could be very beneficial when you strolled around Velaris, most faeries didn’t even dare to look at you while others like most store owners gave you the best products they had, not because they fear Rhys, they do it because they love him. If you could take all the hate for him from the court of nightmares and multiply it by one million, then you would have the love for him from Velaris. You and Rhys knew that your whole life would change now so you decided to take things slow so you can adjust better and that is the reason you haven’t moved in together yet. Rhys would come over to your house most nights while the rest you would stay with him at the house of wind, recently though you both started searching for your dream house, a place that would represent both you and him and hopefully the rest of the family you will create.
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You woke up in your mate’s arms with your head on his chest and your legs tangled, you loved mornings like this so much. You pressed your body harder into his warmth and glanced up, he was awake too with a smirk on his face and those violet eyes staring back at you. The sun was hitting his eyes in a way that they sparkled and his whole face looked even more sharp.
“Good morning beautiful” his deep morning voice sent shivers down your spine.
“Good morning handsome” you replied and kissed his naked chest.
“I have to go to the day court today, me and Helion have some matters to discuss” he informed you and rubbed your back.
“But today we were supposed to go see the house by the Sidra” you frowned.
“I know but this is urgent” his voice softer than before, a silent plea for you to understand him.
“Okay…” you nodded and pressed yet another kiss on his chest.
“I will take Cassian with me so if you need anything find Azriel” he said as he rolled you on the bed next to him and got up.
“Okay I want to stay in bed for a little longer, I will ask Azriel to fly me home later” you smiled and pulled the blanket higher. Rhys chuckled and started getting ready.
“I’m leaving… don’t miss me much” your mate smiled and leaned over you to give you a soft kiss.
“I’ll survive” you teased him, and he scowled playfully before giving you another kiss and hurrying off.
You rolled over to his side and pressed your face on his pillow, his musky scent of cinnamon and cedar still there. You sighed in content and closed your eyes. Sleep came over easily and a few hours later you felt well rested, so you got ready for the day.
You wore a pair of leggings and threw one of Rhysand’s shirts on, the need to feel him around you growing as you inhaled his scent again. You strolled around the house to find Azriel, you couldn’t see his shadows anywhere. Weird. You thought and kept looking.
Azriel was sitting in his office trying to put some mission reports in order when he heard light footsteps. He glanced around and ordered his shadows to find out who was in the house. They didn’t come back, and this made him tense, he knew that Rhysand and Cassian were at the day court, Amren was doing some research so she spent all day in her apartment and Mor was in the court of nightmares handling some issues with her father. No one else could enter the house without him knowing. The shadowsinger reached for his dagger and cursed when he remembered that he placed all of them in his room in order to clean them. He got up and walked out, walking quietly as a cat down the hall and ready to pounce on the stranger. When he located where the stranger was, he jumped on him, sending both of them on the ground and in one swift motion he manoeuvred himself so he could bang the victim’s head on the ground, when he did a feminine groan filled the silence and he glanced down. The hair looked familiar, and he rolled the female on her back, a gasp leaving him when he noticed it was you.
You were unconscious with blood streaming down your forehead.
“Oh no no no” he cried out and picked you up hurrying off to find Madja.
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You woke up with a terrible headache and pains around your whole body. You squinted and noticed an unfamiliar ceiling and then it hit you. As you were walking around the house of wind Azriel jumped on you from behind sending you face-first to the floor and then he banged your head against it. You were too busy playing with his shadows to even realise that someone was behind you. You groaned and tried to sit up when rough arms pushed you back down.
“Hey it’s okay…. you’re okay… you need to rest” it was Azriel who spoke, and you looked at him. His eyes were red, his face swollen and his hair a tangled mess.
“I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t know that Rhys left you in the house”.
“It’s okay Az, you didn’t mean it. It’s not your fault I should’ve shouted your name since I was looking for you. You had no way to know that I was still in there.” You croaked and caressed his scarred palm.
“I feel terrible, and I deserve everything that Rhysand will do to me when he gets here. Please don’t stop him.” His voice was soft.
“No, it’s not your fault and I won’t let Rhysand hurt you” you said and squeezed his hand.
You could feel Rhys frantically pulling the bond and before you had a chance to pull back to reassure him that you’re okay the door almost snapped in half as someone forcibly pushed it open and your mate burst in. He was standing there frozen, his eyes wide as he scanned your form, and his power flowing out of him and suffocating everything. You shivered as you felt it, the power was raw and primal and it felt like the night came, like the sun would run and hide in fear. A low growl left his throat, and he marched closer picking Azriel by his shirt’s collar and pushing him against the wall.
“You fucker” he yelled and pushed him harder. “I’m going to fucking end you”.
“Rhys… baby it’s okay. He didn’t mean it it’s my fault” Rhysand didn’t budge. “Please baby he didn’t know I was there” you tried to get up almost falling on your knees by the pain and dizziness. This snapped your mate out of trance, and he rushed to you helping you back into the bed.
“Stay” he ordered and turned to go back to Azriel. You managed to grab his arm and pull him back to you.
“It’s okay y/n I deserve it” Azriel said and nodded.
“No you don’t, shut up and go. I’m fine. Everything is fine” you said and tightened your grip on Rhysand.
Azriel bowed his head and left, you made a mental note to find him again and reassure him that everything is okay. Your heart couldn’t stand seeing guilt tearing him apart.
“What happened? I felt your fear down the bond and then Azriel reached through his mind and told me he hurt you” Rhysand said as he cupped your jaw.
“I was walking around the house trying to find him and I got distracted by his shadows… I was playing with them and Azriel jumped on me, he didn’t know it was me though.” You explained.
Rhysand shook his head a low growl leaving him. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have let you in the house alone.”
“No, it’s just an unfortunate event, its no one’s fault” you whispered and caressed his arm.
Rhysand took you home and spend the rest days taking care of you, he wouldn’t let you get out of bed and even when you needed to use the bathroom, he would pick you up carry you there and wait outside to take you back to bed.
“Baby I’m okay. Everything healed I want to go out today.” You whined and he smiled sweetly.
“Okay, get dressed I have to show you something” he said and got up.
He picked you up, his wings emerging from darkness and shoot to the sky, after a few minutes you landed next to the Sidra. You looked around and you jaw dropped when you saw the big estate there. It was made from stone and marbles, with a huge garden and the biggest windows and balconies you had ever seen.
“Rhys this is beautiful” you exclaimed.
“This is our home. You will be safe here and we can finally start our family.”  He smiled and wrapped his arms around you from behind.
“Our family” you whispered and leaned back into him.
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